Written By Zakhar
Sept. 30, 2021, 8:48 a.m.(4/18/1016 AR)
a moment of too much smoke and suddenly I was referring to everyone as the Archduchess. I'm surprised that more of the nobles didn't correct me. It was as if they all wished to be her. For one reason or another, this sounds fitting...
Written By Zakhar
Sept. 26, 2021, 8 p.m.(4/11/1016 AR)
It's amazing how cutting in the exactly right spot will cause someone to sing louder than all others.
Written By Zakhar
Sept. 19, 2021, 6:19 p.m.(3/25/1016 AR)
There are times in which fighting with an unconventional weapon really comes up to being helpful. Then there are those that refuse to understand that their blood is the seasoning.
Written By Zakhar
Sept. 10, 2021, 10:29 p.m.(3/7/1016 AR)
There's a moment in battle where everything becomes calm. A silence is around you, even though many are making a commotion around those you and yours are with. I found this moment when upon a ship that was seeking to escape their doom. It was their choice to stand against, to attempt to claim themselves free to do as they wished without belief of a consequence.
The waters lashed upon hull of sinking ship, divers taking to the waters as the sun reached out in a lasting kiss upon our decks. The way the colors mingled with each other and floated upon waves.
I can only hope to someday capture this beauty in a painting or story. For now, I only have you Scholar Clive. My one truest friend.
The waters lashed upon hull of sinking ship, divers taking to the waters as the sun reached out in a lasting kiss upon our decks. The way the colors mingled with each other and floated upon waves.
I can only hope to someday capture this beauty in a painting or story. For now, I only have you Scholar Clive. My one truest friend.
Written By Zakhar
Sept. 6, 2021, 11:01 p.m.(2/27/1016 AR)
I hope that not too many saw that muck up. Though I also hope that the picnic was what was sought. I can only share that which I vaguely remember, not even sure if I got the right wine.
Written By Zakhar
Sept. 2, 2021, 10:47 a.m.(2/18/1016 AR)
Darkened waters are all one will see unless they stand up. The water is never too high that the body can't simply float upon their waves, bobbing along as each lashing breath meets with frail skin. Coldness, mixing with loss, draining from the body, a willing give, offered in freedom of choice.
Watching another smile and sigh at the same time, while sharing the experience, if that is even something that can be done. Sharing in this world, is it available for us to see what the other sees? Or will we always be stuck on the verge of not really understanding what another sees.
For your view might be sunshine, roses, and love. While mine is death entangled with loss and controlling forces outside of our view. We both look at the same object, you laugh, I wish it to be on fire.
For all of this, it's what drives the items I craft. I see beyond the veil, beyond what is right in front of us.
It is my duty, to share that vision. Be it in clothing, furniture, jewelry, weapons...
Watching another smile and sigh at the same time, while sharing the experience, if that is even something that can be done. Sharing in this world, is it available for us to see what the other sees? Or will we always be stuck on the verge of not really understanding what another sees.
For your view might be sunshine, roses, and love. While mine is death entangled with loss and controlling forces outside of our view. We both look at the same object, you laugh, I wish it to be on fire.
For all of this, it's what drives the items I craft. I see beyond the veil, beyond what is right in front of us.
It is my duty, to share that vision. Be it in clothing, furniture, jewelry, weapons...
Written By Zakhar
Aug. 25, 2021, 2:18 p.m.(2/3/1016 AR)
Relationship Note on Rinel
This will either become a wonderful friendship, or they'll seek out how to attempt to give me a headache.
It is of their own behaviors that has brought this on. I encourage them to seek out what my name means to those in the city and beyond the walls before making their next move.
I have time.
do you?
It is of their own behaviors that has brought this on. I encourage them to seek out what my name means to those in the city and beyond the walls before making their next move.
I have time.
do you?
Written By Zakhar
Aug. 20, 2021, 10:36 a.m.(1/20/1016 AR)
Relationship Note on Haakon
Some of the best days in life are spent naked and running in the snow while watching butterflies spray and dance upon painted rocks.
Written By Zakhar
Aug. 19, 2021, 8:18 a.m.(1/18/1016 AR)
Hello Scholar... Oh. You're new. Great! Yes, sit down, have some soup. Of course I brought soup...
Have I told you how great it is that you've been trained to write everything down for me? It's a lovely ability to simply babble at length and know that some of this will be written down.
Yes. yes. right.
I believe that the birds can be trained. I'm not happy with what their parents did to the Lady Kiera, and that Raven, the lordling Orland, and Haakon all sought to be the ever living crap out of said birds to get across the isle. Though I believe they can be trained. And we have three eggs. If anything Shekies might have new friends. Or Pyre will have someone to look out for him.
Also a word of advice. If you show up without wine, you are a terrible guest. Bring something. It could be you're bringing a fight, at least it is something. Don't be ungracious to those that are hosting.
Have I told you how great it is that you've been trained to write everything down for me? It's a lovely ability to simply babble at length and know that some of this will be written down.
Yes. yes. right.
I believe that the birds can be trained. I'm not happy with what their parents did to the Lady Kiera, and that Raven, the lordling Orland, and Haakon all sought to be the ever living crap out of said birds to get across the isle. Though I believe they can be trained. And we have three eggs. If anything Shekies might have new friends. Or Pyre will have someone to look out for him.
Also a word of advice. If you show up without wine, you are a terrible guest. Bring something. It could be you're bringing a fight, at least it is something. Don't be ungracious to those that are hosting.
Written By Zakhar
Aug. 15, 2021, 7:27 p.m.(1/11/1016 AR)
The first of the raffles has officially ended.
Parents of Lying in wait and Plunging Hunger brought them home to share a story of mystery, deceit, and a treacherous prince. A very naughty prince at that, which while they might have been trying to give the young new parents a better story, best watch out in the future if they are to attempt a similar direction of stealing pieces from those that are simply attempting to find their twins.
Countess Aella Ravenseye and Princess Denica Thrax have named the Knights of Solace as their champions to the raffle and they will have a donation made in their name to such.
The second round of the raffle is underway. The pieces have been sent out and all of those that have entered the raffle have been notified. I look foward to learning how these two find each other.
The third round pieces are starting to take shape. And will be on display at the shop (Emporium of Curiosity, 2 SE from City Center) until they are completed.
Parents of Lying in wait and Plunging Hunger brought them home to share a story of mystery, deceit, and a treacherous prince. A very naughty prince at that, which while they might have been trying to give the young new parents a better story, best watch out in the future if they are to attempt a similar direction of stealing pieces from those that are simply attempting to find their twins.
Countess Aella Ravenseye and Princess Denica Thrax have named the Knights of Solace as their champions to the raffle and they will have a donation made in their name to such.
The second round of the raffle is underway. The pieces have been sent out and all of those that have entered the raffle have been notified. I look foward to learning how these two find each other.
The third round pieces are starting to take shape. And will be on display at the shop (Emporium of Curiosity, 2 SE from City Center) until they are completed.
Written By Zakhar
Aug. 15, 2021, 6:04 p.m.(1/11/1016 AR)
A beachside camp journal...
The tide is in and the birds have been slaughtered. Time to settle in and give the waters some time to set back. Roast bird. Dongles with massive wingspan and evil pecking needles for beaks.
Step one. A frying pan works great to ding and dong the damn birds.
Step two. Collect firewood.
Step three. Remember to shave the bird and clean it first. This will make you sick if you don't.
Step four. Any birds that decide to come and play cannibal can be added to the menu
The tide is in and the birds have been slaughtered. Time to settle in and give the waters some time to set back. Roast bird. Dongles with massive wingspan and evil pecking needles for beaks.
Step one. A frying pan works great to ding and dong the damn birds.
Step two. Collect firewood.
Step three. Remember to shave the bird and clean it first. This will make you sick if you don't.
Step four. Any birds that decide to come and play cannibal can be added to the menu
Written By Zakhar
Aug. 15, 2021, 2:54 a.m.(1/10/1016 AR)
I am still amused by the number that will refuse to have tea with me. Is it that I am renowned for using the same teacup for another means? Or is it that there's still some of the last that had tea with me upon the rim of the saucer?
Written By Zakhar
Aug. 11, 2021, 3:56 p.m.(1/3/1016 AR)
There are now four children wandering the city and of which may have found each other or not, though I am unaware if they have. Another two are being prepared, and soon then will be on display as well.
Perhaps hunger, and lying are simply awaiting for their next meal. Which they could both find while dancing and rising.
Perhaps hunger, and lying are simply awaiting for their next meal. Which they could both find while dancing and rising.
Written By Zakhar
Aug. 5, 2021, 2:29 p.m.(12/19/1015 AR)
The dreams keep getting stronger. They must be let out, they need to dance, fly, lay about in waiting... There's twelve of them. and thus far only two are out in the wild, with two more sitting patiently to be released.
I doubt that they will ever make their way back to me. If they do... It will be a joyous moment to be able to share with the world at large. Though those that have them, might have them, could have them... They have greater concerns upon their eyes right now. Thus.
I will wait. releasing them in pairs until all of their brothers and sisters are free to be playing with each other again.
I doubt that they will ever make their way back to me. If they do... It will be a joyous moment to be able to share with the world at large. Though those that have them, might have them, could have them... They have greater concerns upon their eyes right now. Thus.
I will wait. releasing them in pairs until all of their brothers and sisters are free to be playing with each other again.
Written By Zakhar
July 28, 2021, 6:28 p.m.(12/3/1015 AR)
A moment upon a deck of a ship, then again in the waters below. Never quite on the deck completely, and there's no below deck nor hold to speak of. Simply rowers and a mast. I sit by the mast and look up watching the life be beaten out of a ratty sail that really needs a mend. The ship doesn't go anywhere, just sitting in the waves, being given a good rocking. Enough that its so easy to fall asleep to, a lulling sense of peace and quiet. All of the rowers might be chittering, or they could be pelicans. I don't know at this time if they are real or not.
Just the rocking of the waves and the sounds of that ratty sail beating away with a flap, flap, flap in the light wind that surrounds the ship.
It might be unfair to call this boat a ship, but we're out over the deepest of waters between two lands and an isle. It's a ship. And not the ship that goes baa. a proper wooden one.
Falling asleep, eyes are tired from the long restless days. There's very little to do. Could row, but where's the point? We're not going to get anywhere. Just stuck. Here.
A look over the side of edge and that's when the shadows are seen. Weaving themselves under us, as if they know why we're not going anywhere and are simply waiting out for whatever it is to rip us in half, sliding everyone aboard to the depths of the waters, for a meal that only they will know how to enjoy. I don't even have my pan. Just a fork and spoon. I really should go back and get the knife. Have two thirds of a set doesn't feel right. The bones ache, the wind keeps lulling me to sleep.
Or can one fall asleep? I thought that this was a dream...
Just the rocking of the waves and the sounds of that ratty sail beating away with a flap, flap, flap in the light wind that surrounds the ship.
It might be unfair to call this boat a ship, but we're out over the deepest of waters between two lands and an isle. It's a ship. And not the ship that goes baa. a proper wooden one.
Falling asleep, eyes are tired from the long restless days. There's very little to do. Could row, but where's the point? We're not going to get anywhere. Just stuck. Here.
A look over the side of edge and that's when the shadows are seen. Weaving themselves under us, as if they know why we're not going anywhere and are simply waiting out for whatever it is to rip us in half, sliding everyone aboard to the depths of the waters, for a meal that only they will know how to enjoy. I don't even have my pan. Just a fork and spoon. I really should go back and get the knife. Have two thirds of a set doesn't feel right. The bones ache, the wind keeps lulling me to sleep.
Or can one fall asleep? I thought that this was a dream...
Written By Zakhar
July 26, 2021, 10:47 a.m.(11/26/1015 AR)
I can't easily move from the lowers to the uppers without the ***** guard questioning me because of some ****** in the Crownward?!
What is this lunacy!
Hi. Tis me. Zakhar. I give you headaches. Now let me by!
What is this lunacy!
Hi. Tis me. Zakhar. I give you headaches. Now let me by!
Written By Zakhar
July 25, 2021, 11:46 a.m.(11/24/1015 AR)
Ever get to a point where silver is worthless? Information is better, we have what is needed to survive. And anything more is just a waste these days. Or is that simply my view of a very broken economy?
There was a very nice farmer that would sleep by the market. Always willing to help, always bringing by something in exchange for help in making a hand pie, or some other food. I miss them. They just wandered off.
I suppose that is the way of the world today, and no one cares about the mutterings of an old man.
There was a very nice farmer that would sleep by the market. Always willing to help, always bringing by something in exchange for help in making a hand pie, or some other food. I miss them. They just wandered off.
I suppose that is the way of the world today, and no one cares about the mutterings of an old man.
Written By Zakhar
July 23, 2021, 5:52 p.m.(11/21/1015 AR)
Pieces of jewelry which many said were rather beautiful but outside of their purse have been randomly sent to another as a gift.
Another two pieces were made on a whim and are in a raffle. ten silver per entry. Thus far, I am at least learning who are cheap with their entries and who seek to help and pay for others entries. Which might appear to be weird, though can also be quite thoughtful...so I'm told.
The new pieces are again from my memories, so many of them spent floating in waters deeper than any should really have to think of what is beneath them.
And yet, I'm still here while all others around me were swallowed whole by either beast or life itself, which is another beast of its own.
I've spent a considerable amount of time exploring and was able to 'make' an addition to the other spot, it's a little more homey now maybe inviting. We'll find out if anything moves.
Yes. Stop squirming, I'll cut the ropes for you...
Another two pieces were made on a whim and are in a raffle. ten silver per entry. Thus far, I am at least learning who are cheap with their entries and who seek to help and pay for others entries. Which might appear to be weird, though can also be quite thoughtful...so I'm told.
The new pieces are again from my memories, so many of them spent floating in waters deeper than any should really have to think of what is beneath them.
And yet, I'm still here while all others around me were swallowed whole by either beast or life itself, which is another beast of its own.
I've spent a considerable amount of time exploring and was able to 'make' an addition to the other spot, it's a little more homey now maybe inviting. We'll find out if anything moves.
Yes. Stop squirming, I'll cut the ropes for you...
Written By Zakhar
July 19, 2021, 5:06 p.m.(11/13/1015 AR)
What chicken?
Written By Zakhar
July 17, 2021, 9:07 a.m.(11/8/1015 AR)
It would be best if all are on the same page. Was pretty sure I was promised bones.
Though Gurte made a good stew. And, I suppressed myself. They were left A...live.
Though Gurte made a good stew. And, I suppressed myself. They were left A...live.
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