Written By Jaenelle
Feb. 19, 2019, 7:36 p.m.(8/8/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
There is a difference between plans and the physical. One can purchase the materials, one can come up with grand ideas for how something should look, but there is something to be said about holding the pieces in your hand and marveling at what can only be said as being better than imagination. It is not only jewelry, it has become more than metal and baubles and sparkly bits. They are beautiful works of art, and I don't believe I have ever owned something as breathtaking as this set.
Thank you, Joscelin. There are no words.
Thank you, Joscelin. There are no words.
Written By Gianna
Feb. 5, 2019, 7:49 a.m.(7/7/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
I am ever grateful for the brilliant artisans of Arx, who take my ideas and turn them into reality - a reality even better than what I envisioned. They are treasures, all of them. My very favourites are Mistress Joscelin at the Atelier Joscelin, Mistress Josephine at the Velvet Box, and Mistress Aurora at the Costumer's Closet. They have earned my loyalty through their hard work and generosity both.
Written By Carmen
Jan. 6, 2019, 11:23 a.m.(4/22/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
My patron is back in Arx. That's great. Exactly zero surprising, unusual, or flat-out uncanny things happened to/around/at me while she was gone. The quiet was making me jumpy.
Written By Evaristo
Dec. 20, 2018, 1:21 p.m.(3/16/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
--- what? You're what?
Ships are beautiful, you know.
Don't tell me you're pregnant again.
Ships are beautiful, you know.
Don't tell me you're pregnant again.
Written By Valenzo
Dec. 13, 2018, 1:02 p.m.(3/2/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
Don't know that I can say I have ever been a godly man, but ahhh Mangata...if I were the poetic sort, I'd be Waxing Poetical /so hard/ right now.
(Maybe I'll have to ask Dietrich, big man tries to hide it but he's got a lyrical soul, the lump. Don't ever ask him to sing about his gods-damned soup.)
It's fact She's seen me and my crew home more times than I can count, so I figured it was high time I honor Her with a bit o' something on my person, and who better for a bit o' something than Guildmaster Joscelin?
Guildmaster, your Generosity and Kindness shine bright as your gems, and I got everything I hoped for! You are the best.
(...now, hopefully, Mangata will take that much longer to decide to pull me down for a little squeeze and a kiss!)
(Maybe I'll have to ask Dietrich, big man tries to hide it but he's got a lyrical soul, the lump. Don't ever ask him to sing about his gods-damned soup.)
It's fact She's seen me and my crew home more times than I can count, so I figured it was high time I honor Her with a bit o' something on my person, and who better for a bit o' something than Guildmaster Joscelin?
Guildmaster, your Generosity and Kindness shine bright as your gems, and I got everything I hoped for! You are the best.
(...now, hopefully, Mangata will take that much longer to decide to pull me down for a little squeeze and a kiss!)
Written By Calaudrin
Dec. 9, 2018, 7:01 p.m.(2/22/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
We're all absolutely terrified of cake. Definitely do NOT bring any cake to the Iron Guard barracks under ANY circumstances. It will cause a HUGE uproar.
Written By Aureth
Dec. 9, 2018, 11:49 a.m.(2/22/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
I am pleased to report that my finger bones have entirely recovered from the trauma they suffered while I aided one of my oldest friends in welcoming her ferocious daughter, Ianthe Myrinda, into the world. Ianthe M is every bit as fierce as her mother and as her namesake and I am certain she is blessed with a soul that either has or could wrestle wild tigers into submission with her bare hands.
Written By Tabitha
Dec. 9, 2018, 7:06 a.m.(2/21/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
Many congratulations, Guildmaster Joscelin! Such lovely and joyous news.
((This entry is bordered with pictures of pretty flowers, cute baby animals and ribbon bows))
((This entry is bordered with pictures of pretty flowers, cute baby animals and ribbon bows))
Written By Silas
Dec. 9, 2018, 12:58 a.m.(2/21/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
I hope my gift helps contain her reign of terror.
Written By Morrighan
Dec. 8, 2018, 1:13 p.m.(2/20/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
Congratulations! I'm so happy for you. Little Ianthe is going to be -so- spoiled. I can't wait to meet her.
Written By Morrighan
Dec. 8, 2018, 1:13 p.m.(2/20/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
Congratulations! I'm so happy for you. Little Ianthe is going to be -so- spoiled. I can't wait to meet her.
Written By Harper
Dec. 8, 2018, 11:47 a.m.(2/20/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
The baby came! And wouldn't you know it, she came while I was out on patrol. By the time the message found me and I got home, Mom and baby were sleeping peacefully. So I didn't get to hold her yet. I can hardly wait! She's so tiny and beautiful.
Congratulations, Josie!
Congratulations, Josie!
Written By Carmen
Dec. 7, 2018, 10:32 p.m.(2/19/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
Congrats, Guildmaster!
When we talked about doing "contracted services", I didn't know you meant it quite so literal.
When we talked about doing "contracted services", I didn't know you meant it quite so literal.
Written By Kaldur
Dec. 2, 2018, 1:04 p.m.(2/7/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
I am enormously pleased to accept into my patronage the Guildmaster of the Crafter's Guild, Joscelin Arterius. She is an artisan beyond compare and I hope to provide ample support for the Guildmaster in all her endeavors. I look forward to what we pursue together.
Written By Karadoc
Dec. 2, 2018, 12:54 p.m.(2/7/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
Not even the stick, Guildmaster?!
(How about a duskstone -- in a root vegetable of your choice? A labradorite frog? A ruby zoisite skull? A skull sure would really complement the frightening sculpture.)
Probably not.
My heart -- it has been torn in half repeatedly until it's gone. Rent asunder. WOE IS ME.
(How about a duskstone -- in a root vegetable of your choice? A labradorite frog? A ruby zoisite skull? A skull sure would really complement the frightening sculpture.)
Probably not.
My heart -- it has been torn in half repeatedly until it's gone. Rent asunder. WOE IS ME.
Written By Evaristo
Nov. 25, 2018, 1:22 p.m.(1/21/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
Yes of course you amble with great dignity.
Either or, I can not wait to meet that little girl.
Either or, I can not wait to meet that little girl.
Written By Evaristo
Nov. 24, 2018, 4:36 a.m.(1/19/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
Everytime I meet you now, and see that belly, I not only think it looks rather funny (you do waddle like a duck cousin, and it's adorable), I am also struck by that strange emotion of protectiveness. Have I truly ever felt that before? You protected me when we grew up, in many more ways than I even know about, I am sure. I got in trouble, you helped me out of it.
When did I grow up, cousin? Is this how that is, to feel that someone else matters more than yourself?
Maybe this might spark another journal debate - of what being an adult means.
I always thought it meant I could drink any time I wanted, go wherever I pleased and spend money on whatever I fancied (assuming I have it.)
When did I grow up, cousin? Is this how that is, to feel that someone else matters more than yourself?
Maybe this might spark another journal debate - of what being an adult means.
I always thought it meant I could drink any time I wanted, go wherever I pleased and spend money on whatever I fancied (assuming I have it.)
Written By Delilah
Oct. 25, 2018, 9:59 p.m.(11/16/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
So many others have poured out their thoughts in words far more beautiful than I can hope to contain. Mine is but a copper link against their iridescite wonders, scribed as beautifully as you shape metal and gems into eloquence.
Know only that you are loved and in this city, you shall not go alone or forgotten. In heart and spirit, we stand with you, even at those moments when we cannot be at your side.
Know only that you are loved and in this city, you shall not go alone or forgotten. In heart and spirit, we stand with you, even at those moments when we cannot be at your side.
Written By Marian
Oct. 25, 2018, 2:07 a.m.(11/14/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
Grief. Despair. Loss.
I felt all those emotions and more after my Fergus was murdered. I gave myself a few days to mourn and rage at his loss. Princess Alis was kind enough to take my older daughter, Nia, so I could release that awful weight inside of me. Purge those horrible emotions. I set aside any thoughts of revenge, allowing Sentinel to take the burden of bringing those responsible to justice. I put my focus into more important things...
Hope. Love. Gratitude.
With each kick of the twins, I felt blessed once my grief passed and I was able to see that my husband left two precious gifts inside my belly. Three precious gifts who look at me with their father's eyes. They are my sun, moon and stars. Fergus' legacy continues on.
I have lost two husbands to the hands of others. One left me children, the other did not. It may seem overwhelming at times, considering the circumstances. This is a blessing, a gift to have a piece of Olivier inside of you. Once you shed your mantle of grief, I hope you see just how lucky you are to be able to look into that child's eyes and see the kind man that helped bring this soul into this world.
That loss never goes completely away. Once the children go to bed, there are nights the loss still plagues me. I take those moments to send a prayer in his name. Find comfort in the words left by our ancestors to celebrate the acts of those that came before us. Your gift, your craft, embrace those on the nights that weighs deeply. Let it out, find a way to express it. Don't bottle it in. Don't let it sour your tomorrow. Each day we are here is a gift. That's what these events have taught me. Every day is an opportunity to make a difference.
I felt all those emotions and more after my Fergus was murdered. I gave myself a few days to mourn and rage at his loss. Princess Alis was kind enough to take my older daughter, Nia, so I could release that awful weight inside of me. Purge those horrible emotions. I set aside any thoughts of revenge, allowing Sentinel to take the burden of bringing those responsible to justice. I put my focus into more important things...
Hope. Love. Gratitude.
With each kick of the twins, I felt blessed once my grief passed and I was able to see that my husband left two precious gifts inside my belly. Three precious gifts who look at me with their father's eyes. They are my sun, moon and stars. Fergus' legacy continues on.
I have lost two husbands to the hands of others. One left me children, the other did not. It may seem overwhelming at times, considering the circumstances. This is a blessing, a gift to have a piece of Olivier inside of you. Once you shed your mantle of grief, I hope you see just how lucky you are to be able to look into that child's eyes and see the kind man that helped bring this soul into this world.
That loss never goes completely away. Once the children go to bed, there are nights the loss still plagues me. I take those moments to send a prayer in his name. Find comfort in the words left by our ancestors to celebrate the acts of those that came before us. Your gift, your craft, embrace those on the nights that weighs deeply. Let it out, find a way to express it. Don't bottle it in. Don't let it sour your tomorrow. Each day we are here is a gift. That's what these events have taught me. Every day is an opportunity to make a difference.
Written By Belladonna
Oct. 24, 2018, 6:59 p.m.(11/13/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
Witnessing your pain likens to being stuck behind a mirror. Albeit we do not know each other, I feel your anguish, deeply so.
The gods did not see fit to bless me with a talent for weaving words into beautiful tapestries, but beautiful or not some thoughts need to be given wings in the hopes they will find their home. I wish I could prepare you for the sleepless nights ahead when the last exchange of words between you and your love will echo in your head ceaselessly. You will find yourself in the presence of his ghost for the smallest things, from words spilled from your own lips to your best and worst habits.
The way you like your tea? Your side of the bed? The way you claimed the covers like a jealous child? The details of your life together will sting like needles and bleed like razors. There will be endless misery and my advice is for you to learn how to live with his ghost. You will want to make this looming shadow proud, and I urge you not to. Wallow in your pain now, cry and allow yourself to break as many times as you need before your child is born. Whatever misshapen creature is left afterward, embrace it, and allow it to teach you how to survive.
Whatever is left she will have the wisdom to spare.
The gods did not see fit to bless me with a talent for weaving words into beautiful tapestries, but beautiful or not some thoughts need to be given wings in the hopes they will find their home. I wish I could prepare you for the sleepless nights ahead when the last exchange of words between you and your love will echo in your head ceaselessly. You will find yourself in the presence of his ghost for the smallest things, from words spilled from your own lips to your best and worst habits.
The way you like your tea? Your side of the bed? The way you claimed the covers like a jealous child? The details of your life together will sting like needles and bleed like razors. There will be endless misery and my advice is for you to learn how to live with his ghost. You will want to make this looming shadow proud, and I urge you not to. Wallow in your pain now, cry and allow yourself to break as many times as you need before your child is born. Whatever misshapen creature is left afterward, embrace it, and allow it to teach you how to survive.
Whatever is left she will have the wisdom to spare.
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