Written By Zoey
Dec. 6, 2019, 1:14 a.m.(4/27/1012 AR)
My dear protege must think very highly of me to tell others I am made of steelsilk. I must endeavor to live up to that.
Written By Zoey
Nov. 26, 2019, 11:41 p.m.(4/9/1012 AR)
Well, other than the assassination attempt, it was a lovely night at the Opera.
Written By Zoey
Nov. 17, 2019, 3:01 a.m.(3/17/1012 AR)
Thank the gods that Lady Victoria has joined us in Arx again. We have never needed her more.
Written By Zoey
Nov. 1, 2019, 4:20 p.m.(2/14/1012 AR)
Last night's masquerade was fun. The prize pool was certainly worth the risk! Avoiding gazing into mirrors was difficult, but I did manage. I don't recall a single person who looked at their reflection being happy with what they saw.
Written By Zoey
Oct. 30, 2019, 3:25 p.m.(2/10/1012 AR)
Doesn't matter. I don't think I've ever shopped at Pins & Needles anyway.
Written By Zoey
Oct. 17, 2019, 7:07 p.m.(1/13/1012 AR)
"We're aware that it exists, however the location in Arx isn't yet found. Perhaps, all of you, would be willing to help find it. They are written on large platinum slabs and a copy each was sent to all the nations that formed this pact." - Vincenzo Villente at the Salon: Discussion on Diplomatic Relations and Statecraft
We have an agreement with Cardia, Platinum, and Nox'alfar. We just need to find it.
We have an agreement with Cardia, Platinum, and Nox'alfar. We just need to find it.
Written By Zoey
Oct. 1, 2019, 1:28 a.m.(12/7/1011 AR)
One down, two to go. Darion handled himself very well. I'm thinking about setting up a mock office for him. He might be four years old, but he will lead this house one day.
Written By Zoey
Sept. 30, 2019, 1:56 a.m.(12/5/1011 AR)
What an amazing night at the Sip'n Spar! I went from not even being sure I would get to show off my archery skills, to defending the name of Kennex against my old teacher, Violet. I beat her by 2 points, but a win is a win.
The best part of the night had to be when I climbed up on a table, held Dawn's Light over my head, and said, "Are there any archers in this room with the confidence to challenge me? So confident am I in my skills that not only will I offer 1000 silver to anyone who bests me, but I will even let you borrow my favorite bow and use it against me." Suffice it to say, that 1000 silver went to charity.
The best part of the night had to be when I climbed up on a table, held Dawn's Light over my head, and said, "Are there any archers in this room with the confidence to challenge me? So confident am I in my skills that not only will I offer 1000 silver to anyone who bests me, but I will even let you borrow my favorite bow and use it against me." Suffice it to say, that 1000 silver went to charity.
Written By Zoey
Sept. 26, 2019, 11:09 a.m.(11/26/1011 AR)
The outpouring of love and support from dearest cousin Michael on behalf of House Bisland gives me some much needed comfort.
Written By Zoey
Sept. 21, 2019, 10:46 p.m.(11/17/1011 AR)
After today, I needed that party at the Ambassador Salon. It was nice being able to relax with wine and catch up with Caspian. Spring will be here before I know it, and I don't feel at all ready.
Written By Zoey
Jan. 25, 2019, 11:49 a.m.(6/14/1010 AR)
He's back! Uncle Gabriel is back! I simply cannot contain my delight and excitement... There's so much to do!
Also? Thank the -gods- for nannies.
Also? Thank the -gods- for nannies.
Written By Zoey
Sept. 15, 2018, 1:05 p.m.(8/10/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Gianna
You're more than welcome. I hope that you enjoy it.
Written By Zoey
Sept. 15, 2018, 12:46 p.m.(8/10/1009 AR)
It's an odd thing.
My bow has been blooded. There were reasons and, it must be said, very good ones as to why that happened. I don't regret it. In fact, I am more than grateful that my aim was true that day. There was no chance of redemption, and diplomacy is not always a wise thing to attempt.
Nevertheless, it's a sobering realization to find that a pursuit which was once abstract in purpose has turned deadly. It's hard to take my skill lightly anymore. For, however many books you read, however many hours you train, however many people you spar against, none of it prepares you for the way a body drops when an arrow pierces its skull.
It's probably for the best that I learned this lesson. Duty without consequence is false glory.
My bow has been blooded. There were reasons and, it must be said, very good ones as to why that happened. I don't regret it. In fact, I am more than grateful that my aim was true that day. There was no chance of redemption, and diplomacy is not always a wise thing to attempt.
Nevertheless, it's a sobering realization to find that a pursuit which was once abstract in purpose has turned deadly. It's hard to take my skill lightly anymore. For, however many books you read, however many hours you train, however many people you spar against, none of it prepares you for the way a body drops when an arrow pierces its skull.
It's probably for the best that I learned this lesson. Duty without consequence is false glory.
Written By Zoey
Aug. 26, 2018, 11:33 p.m.(6/20/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Titania
Regarding Titania Fireviper --
I knew Titania almost from the day I arrived in Arx, joining my family at Bisland Manor and meeting with the various vassal Houses that had their homes built around the manor. I found her to be kind and polite, with an innate gentility that made her a charming companion. She was generous and expended considerable effort in looking after my comfort, making introductions and recommendations alike and sending small trinkets through messengers while inquiring after my well being.
Likewise, I was pleased by the somberness with which she treated grave matters. She was no shrinking violet, simpering behind a fan when there was work to be done. She impressed me. Work and family, as they so often do, drew us apart for a while, but my transition to House Kennex allowed us to stay in contact even if not very closely.
I was surprised, therefore, to learn that she had been on an excursion to the Isles of Storms. Indeed, I didn't know of it until news of her death reached me. I find it odd that a woman of the Mourning Isles did not pay attention to the sailors surrounding her, did not heed the superstitions of the waters. But there you have it. She didn't, and now she's gone.
The question that remains is not 'Why' but rather 'What now?' All the whys in the world cannot undo what has happened. However, when properly examined, 'What now?' can prompt so much that would honour a dedicated soul like the Countess. I am of the opinion that her memory should be honoured not in words and breast-beating and the wringing of hands, but in action. And so, I will not mourn her passing; instead, I will find the next right action and take it.
I owe her that much, at least, for her kindness.
I knew Titania almost from the day I arrived in Arx, joining my family at Bisland Manor and meeting with the various vassal Houses that had their homes built around the manor. I found her to be kind and polite, with an innate gentility that made her a charming companion. She was generous and expended considerable effort in looking after my comfort, making introductions and recommendations alike and sending small trinkets through messengers while inquiring after my well being.
Likewise, I was pleased by the somberness with which she treated grave matters. She was no shrinking violet, simpering behind a fan when there was work to be done. She impressed me. Work and family, as they so often do, drew us apart for a while, but my transition to House Kennex allowed us to stay in contact even if not very closely.
I was surprised, therefore, to learn that she had been on an excursion to the Isles of Storms. Indeed, I didn't know of it until news of her death reached me. I find it odd that a woman of the Mourning Isles did not pay attention to the sailors surrounding her, did not heed the superstitions of the waters. But there you have it. She didn't, and now she's gone.
The question that remains is not 'Why' but rather 'What now?' All the whys in the world cannot undo what has happened. However, when properly examined, 'What now?' can prompt so much that would honour a dedicated soul like the Countess. I am of the opinion that her memory should be honoured not in words and breast-beating and the wringing of hands, but in action. And so, I will not mourn her passing; instead, I will find the next right action and take it.
I owe her that much, at least, for her kindness.
Written By Zoey
Aug. 12, 2018, 7:07 p.m.(5/19/1009 AR)
Nothing is perfect. Not even dreams.
Written By Zoey
Aug. 5, 2018, 11:14 p.m.(5/1/1009 AR)
I will admit this.
I was exceptionally surprised at this turn of events. Thank you to the people who encouraged me to proceed, you know who you are.
Also, Niklas Grayson, you are still an insufferably sadistic prat, and I will see you at our duel. If you send Chloe a musical instrument, by the way, I may well smash it over your head. And do NOT teach her that song!
I was exceptionally surprised at this turn of events. Thank you to the people who encouraged me to proceed, you know who you are.
Also, Niklas Grayson, you are still an insufferably sadistic prat, and I will see you at our duel. If you send Chloe a musical instrument, by the way, I may well smash it over your head. And do NOT teach her that song!
Written By Zoey
July 25, 2018, 4:44 a.m.(4/5/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Niklas
My patron is, in his generosity, a sadist.
Owing to Prince Niklas' mordant humour and purportedly benevolent sagacity, I now have in my employ a girl with more pent up energy and a stronger desire to fetch than my spaniel, Octavian. What's more, he's gone to the effort of securing the services of someone who is endlessly pleased to have a name rhyming with mine. Apparently, this is fate.
If, Patron-mine, this woman knocks on my door before the break of dawn, I will train Steve to eat your coronet.
You have been warned.
Owing to Prince Niklas' mordant humour and purportedly benevolent sagacity, I now have in my employ a girl with more pent up energy and a stronger desire to fetch than my spaniel, Octavian. What's more, he's gone to the effort of securing the services of someone who is endlessly pleased to have a name rhyming with mine. Apparently, this is fate.
If, Patron-mine, this woman knocks on my door before the break of dawn, I will train Steve to eat your coronet.
You have been warned.
Written By Zoey
March 21, 2018, 9:03 a.m.(5/25/1008 AR)
I just received word that my friends are safe. I am so blessed to have all I love return to me. Many are not so lucky.
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