Written By Zakhar
Jan. 19, 2022, 8:29 p.m.(12/17/1016 AR)
The dance of a million sparkling lights.
I dare you to attempt to beat it without seeking reimbursement for your efforts.
I dare you to attempt to beat it without seeking reimbursement for your efforts.
Written By Zakhar
Jan. 3, 2022, 11:11 a.m.(11/12/1016 AR)
That makes all the sense...
(Zakhar goes on to mutter from the outside of the archives, then picks up a kitten plops it into his chest armor)
(Zakhar goes on to mutter from the outside of the archives, then picks up a kitten plops it into his chest armor)
Written By Zakhar
Dec. 31, 2021, 9:29 p.m.(11/7/1016 AR)
Scholar Clive.
Nearly two years since my return to the city. This project has taken up at least all of that and then some. It started as a want to make something that showed what the city could be, then turned into something of amusement and seeking how many gears and puzzles could be layered upon each other to set for one set of locks that would eventually allow someone to get at their valuables within the wardrobe.
It can also be simply opened with a key. Though the point of the puzzles was to give one that might have misplaced their key, or have a party of peers have a go at showing off their talents to opening several puzzles set upon a timer. Each one getting harder, or to be distracted by something of beauty, then to have to suddenly duck and roll away from the possibilities that lay in waiting to give those without the key a headache or worse.
Featuring a little of the city as a whole, and even places that many might not have had a chance to fully venture to as of yet. They might find themselves studying the puzzle, then going to the actual locations to see where insight of such an idea came from. From painted carvings, engravings covering the full height of the nine foot cabinet, to the crumbled shells, stones, glass, and gems, along with silks and metals then layered into each set of doors. There's three sets of doors for those counting, each will open only when the previous set of puzzles have been completed.
Probably one of my most crowning achievements. And only a handful will ever see it...
No scholar, I don't know if it will be for sale. Or if it is ever to have a price put upon it, if it would be affordable.
This might discourage one of my most loyal customers for all of my puzzles. And perhaps he will have a suggestion of what to price it at.
Though for the right incentive, I could be convinced to donate it as well... We'll just have to see what the outcome of who sees it, and what they suggest.
What was that? ... Yes. You'll be untied soon enough. Just eat your soup for the time being.
SCHOLARS NOTE: No scholars were tied up or harmed during the writing of this entry, the Templars wouldn't allow something like that to happen. Gods, I can only imagine the mess that would result in.
Nearly two years since my return to the city. This project has taken up at least all of that and then some. It started as a want to make something that showed what the city could be, then turned into something of amusement and seeking how many gears and puzzles could be layered upon each other to set for one set of locks that would eventually allow someone to get at their valuables within the wardrobe.
It can also be simply opened with a key. Though the point of the puzzles was to give one that might have misplaced their key, or have a party of peers have a go at showing off their talents to opening several puzzles set upon a timer. Each one getting harder, or to be distracted by something of beauty, then to have to suddenly duck and roll away from the possibilities that lay in waiting to give those without the key a headache or worse.
Featuring a little of the city as a whole, and even places that many might not have had a chance to fully venture to as of yet. They might find themselves studying the puzzle, then going to the actual locations to see where insight of such an idea came from. From painted carvings, engravings covering the full height of the nine foot cabinet, to the crumbled shells, stones, glass, and gems, along with silks and metals then layered into each set of doors. There's three sets of doors for those counting, each will open only when the previous set of puzzles have been completed.
Probably one of my most crowning achievements. And only a handful will ever see it...
No scholar, I don't know if it will be for sale. Or if it is ever to have a price put upon it, if it would be affordable.
This might discourage one of my most loyal customers for all of my puzzles. And perhaps he will have a suggestion of what to price it at.
Though for the right incentive, I could be convinced to donate it as well... We'll just have to see what the outcome of who sees it, and what they suggest.
What was that? ... Yes. You'll be untied soon enough. Just eat your soup for the time being.
SCHOLARS NOTE: No scholars were tied up or harmed during the writing of this entry, the Templars wouldn't allow something like that to happen. Gods, I can only imagine the mess that would result in.
Written By Zakhar
Dec. 30, 2021, 10:37 p.m.(11/5/1016 AR)
Been watching several boats leave the docks lately. Also been horribly boring around the barracks. I stopped in a few days ago and went through an inspection of the troops. Just messy barracks, the kitchen was a dismay.
Will need to swing by more often, they need better discipline when not being hired out. Doesn't do a troop any good to sit idle for too long.
Will need to swing by more often, they need better discipline when not being hired out. Doesn't do a troop any good to sit idle for too long.
Written By Zakhar
Dec. 19, 2021, 1:34 p.m.(10/10/1016 AR)
Never ceases to amuse me how many misunderstand my position on cats.
Written By Zakhar
Nov. 27, 2021, 6:36 p.m.(8/23/1016 AR)
The question has come up. What now?
Sure, I could make a new pan. It's not hard. Just get the metal nice and hot then shape it to what is needed, add some bone, clay, shape it some more. Add leather and a mark. Good as new.
Only.
It's not the frame and build of the pan that is the loss. It belonged to Darya first, and she's long gone now. To remake something of hers... It's not a matter that I wish to discuss, the flower needed is even no more to these lands.
I don't know what it means at this time. Though my enemies should be on watch.
Sure, I could make a new pan. It's not hard. Just get the metal nice and hot then shape it to what is needed, add some bone, clay, shape it some more. Add leather and a mark. Good as new.
Only.
It's not the frame and build of the pan that is the loss. It belonged to Darya first, and she's long gone now. To remake something of hers... It's not a matter that I wish to discuss, the flower needed is even no more to these lands.
I don't know what it means at this time. Though my enemies should be on watch.
Written By Zakhar
Nov. 27, 2021, 1:43 a.m.(8/21/1016 AR)
They broke my frying pan....
Written By Zakhar
Nov. 26, 2021, 3:13 p.m.(8/20/1016 AR)
Scholar. It is amusing when one is asked if they can be subtle.
My only response to the question is complicated.
On one hand. Yes.
On the other. Why?
My only response to the question is complicated.
On one hand. Yes.
On the other. Why?
Written By Zakhar
Nov. 18, 2021, 3:36 p.m.(8/4/1016 AR)
One of the quirks of amusing conversation that has come up, where do my ideas for puzzles come from?
I can go into long detail, though instead of being forced to hold a scholar captive. It's easier to simply state for people to come and ask me directly. The muse for a puzzle can be many different items and people all at once.
Such as the largest puzzle that is still being constructed. A miniature playset of the city. thirteen puzzles in one. twelve required steps to open the final, each with their own perils if a riddle is failed.
No. there is not a buyer for it yet. It's a passion project.
I can go into long detail, though instead of being forced to hold a scholar captive. It's easier to simply state for people to come and ask me directly. The muse for a puzzle can be many different items and people all at once.
Such as the largest puzzle that is still being constructed. A miniature playset of the city. thirteen puzzles in one. twelve required steps to open the final, each with their own perils if a riddle is failed.
No. there is not a buyer for it yet. It's a passion project.
Written By Zakhar
Nov. 18, 2021, 3:32 p.m.(8/4/1016 AR)
Marching a pig through the streets from the market is an amusing scenario. Especially, when the animal is all too aware of its fate.
It's much easer to send a few into the woods to get a wild one then bring it back already slaughtered.
That said, there's plenty of boar stews, pies, sausages available now.
It's much easer to send a few into the woods to get a wild one then bring it back already slaughtered.
That said, there's plenty of boar stews, pies, sausages available now.
Written By Zakhar
Nov. 14, 2021, 8:08 p.m.(7/25/1016 AR)
It is an amusing level that some might still speak rumor of me. More so to hear that there is someone that believes the food offered to those that are in need of keeping from starvation would include additional ingredients.
I will say this once.
They'll know that it was me, face to face. And while they are gasping for air, I'll be having tea.
I will say this once.
They'll know that it was me, face to face. And while they are gasping for air, I'll be having tea.
Written By Zakhar
Nov. 9, 2021, 3:30 p.m.(7/15/1016 AR)
When one collects a trop--- prisoner, they expect to be kept in the loop. Good to know that the nappies are still up to their old tricks.
Written By Zakhar
Nov. 8, 2021, 9:09 p.m.(7/13/1016 AR)
Dearest Friends, Scholar Clive.
There's something unique about drowning. Unlike any other forms of loosing one's breath, to drown, is to know that eventually there will be pain and the pain won't go away easily. A sensation of knowing that air is there, just not available to you, that everyone else around you can swim to the surface, can find that last decent good gasp of air. A sweet refreshing rush of lungs opening up and breathing in good, clean, air.
To have your breath removed from you, without warning. There's a moment of panic that will set in. Even if you know what is happening, your mind will scream, beg, plead to have its way, to open the mouth and nose and drink deep of the not a liquid that air is. You start by trying to drink that which is forcing you down, there's too much. It's always too much, to drink without a chance to gulp at the air is death. Though you're going to try anyway.
Further down, sinking into the waters, light is slowly drifting away from you. Acceptance of the life you've lived, trying to gulp at the waters again as the body screams in a solid ache that it needs to drink, breathe, take a chance! Maybe this time it will be different. All sense of reason leaves the body and there you are, floating with a terrible headache as water begins to fill your lungs.
Oh, you're not dead yet. Why would it be that easy to be released? For a few minutes that will feel hours to pass, there's an involuntary gasping...
(The rest of the journal is missing pages, and Scholar Clive will insist that no one needs to know what the rest of what was said is truly needed to be know. Besides, the old man took them with him.)
There's something unique about drowning. Unlike any other forms of loosing one's breath, to drown, is to know that eventually there will be pain and the pain won't go away easily. A sensation of knowing that air is there, just not available to you, that everyone else around you can swim to the surface, can find that last decent good gasp of air. A sweet refreshing rush of lungs opening up and breathing in good, clean, air.
To have your breath removed from you, without warning. There's a moment of panic that will set in. Even if you know what is happening, your mind will scream, beg, plead to have its way, to open the mouth and nose and drink deep of the not a liquid that air is. You start by trying to drink that which is forcing you down, there's too much. It's always too much, to drink without a chance to gulp at the air is death. Though you're going to try anyway.
Further down, sinking into the waters, light is slowly drifting away from you. Acceptance of the life you've lived, trying to gulp at the waters again as the body screams in a solid ache that it needs to drink, breathe, take a chance! Maybe this time it will be different. All sense of reason leaves the body and there you are, floating with a terrible headache as water begins to fill your lungs.
Oh, you're not dead yet. Why would it be that easy to be released? For a few minutes that will feel hours to pass, there's an involuntary gasping...
(The rest of the journal is missing pages, and Scholar Clive will insist that no one needs to know what the rest of what was said is truly needed to be know. Besides, the old man took them with him.)
Written By Zakhar
Nov. 8, 2021, 1:14 a.m.(7/11/1016 AR)
It always amuses me to who pays attention to where things are or are not in the city. Right up until, it's something of mine. Those in the wonder, the shiny object was found. In the most unusual of places... someone was trying to bury it.
Written By Zakhar
Nov. 7, 2021, 9:22 a.m.(7/10/1016 AR)
I awoke from a startled dream. It takes a lot to push me to such. Dark clouds sit over a city, while fires rage inside. That which was created to help... Is the cause of the whole city to burn. A lovely sun sets upon the clouds, only visible for a brief moment between rolling puffs of thick darkness. The whole horizon looks to be on fire. and we're out of tea.
Written By Zakhar
Nov. 1, 2021, 10:07 a.m.(6/26/1016 AR)
Scholar Clive. Yes, we meet again.
Want to know something funny?
So many take one look at me, and immediately believe me to be a sailor. I walk the same circles, have spent a many long years upon the waters. Though if you need someone to sail the damn boat. Don't look to me. My siblings and I have been skilled at sinking a ship, painting the hull with flames, scuttling into a deck and watching the waves lapping over feet while some one barks at us about there being too much water /all of a sudden/
(Zakhar starts laughing at this point, then goes on about a long story of when an entire fleet was sent to the bottom of shores long lost)
Want to know something funny?
So many take one look at me, and immediately believe me to be a sailor. I walk the same circles, have spent a many long years upon the waters. Though if you need someone to sail the damn boat. Don't look to me. My siblings and I have been skilled at sinking a ship, painting the hull with flames, scuttling into a deck and watching the waves lapping over feet while some one barks at us about there being too much water /all of a sudden/
(Zakhar starts laughing at this point, then goes on about a long story of when an entire fleet was sent to the bottom of shores long lost)
Written By Zakhar
Oct. 31, 2021, 10:26 p.m.(6/25/1016 AR)
Waters are a funny thing. A place where many have died, been reborn, found their strength. Only in a battle does one fine who they really are. Lands of the North might be calling to me as a new home. Or, it will simply be the next adventure that awaits me.
Written By Zakhar
Oct. 17, 2021, 6:33 p.m.(5/25/1016 AR)
Fine. It was allergies.
I wish the Lords Savio and Orland Amadeo a prosper future within their houses. And if they should need some sagely advice, they know where to find it.
I wish the Lords Savio and Orland Amadeo a prosper future within their houses. And if they should need some sagely advice, they know where to find it.
Written By Zakhar
Oct. 13, 2021, 10:41 a.m.(5/16/1016 AR)
After some arguments, tea service was held with wobbly chairs and a table that refused to stay still. The fork played a good hand to holding things in place.
Written By Zakhar
Oct. 2, 2021, 2:07 p.m.(4/22/1016 AR)
If anyone ever says that they can't find greenspace within this stoned village known as the city. They aren't looking very hard. I wrote for guidance to for a project that I'm working on and except for a very small few, all wrote back about how their gardens are their favorite place within their ward.
Perhaps this is something the city can come together upon?
Perhaps this is something the city can come together upon?
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