Written By Venturo
April 25, 2018, 7:59 p.m.(8/14/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Khanne
It was my pleasure to find something on such short notice for your gathering, and I hope it acts as a good reminder to encourage more questions. I also trust you had a rather pleasant birthday, Lady Halfshav.
Written By Gwenna
April 22, 2018, 8:22 p.m.(8/8/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Khanne
Happiest of almost birthdays, Lady Khanne! I shall endeavor to find something truly special for your day, but as well wanted to mark my words publicly. Truly, we should have some sort of celebration for all of us Northern women born in the summer, hmm?
Written By Arik
April 22, 2018, 4:17 p.m.(8/7/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Khanne
A 'newly' wed sister and I've heard she is happy. We shall see the truth of things during this shaman gathering where people may ask questions. I believe all my questions will be related to married shamans and how they fare. It is an interesting subject to me, recently.
Written By Alarissa
April 10, 2018, 11:22 a.m.(7/11/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Khanne
It is a very good story she tells. Whether it's true or not, well, I leave that up to the listener.
Of course it's true!
Of course it's true!
Written By Ailith
April 10, 2018, 10:45 a.m.(7/11/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Khanne
What a leap of faith led to . . .
Written By Venturo
April 10, 2018, 9:26 a.m.(7/11/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Khanne
Why, Lady Halfshav, have just the perfect place for the two of you to meet so you can share your story.
Written By Fianna
April 9, 2018, 11:31 p.m.(7/10/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Khanne
Trust me, the numbers change every few days. So far I've had 13, 24, 93, 47, 88, 15, 17, 6, and 11.
Written By Percephon
April 8, 2018, 10:52 p.m.(7/8/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Khanne
Wow. In the Whites? Cheeky.
Written By Reigna
March 30, 2018, 12:14 p.m.(6/16/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Khanne
My deepest and most joyous congratulations to my dearest friend, Lady Khanne. You have been an incredible friend from the moment we first spoke. You offer the best advice, and your wisdom is something I treasure. I count myself lucky to have you in my life -- and Lord Percephon too. As you are my sister in all but blood, he too is now subject to my esteem and affections. Until such time as he does something to hurt you and then I will shake my fist at him until you make up again.
Congratulations to you both.
Congratulations to you both.
Written By Mydas
March 18, 2018, 8:56 p.m.(5/20/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Khanne
As we have both survived, allow me to make my congratulations on your upcoming nuptials official. I wish you the highest and everlasting happiness. You deserved nothing less, my friend.
Written By Marian
March 9, 2018, 5:05 p.m.(5/1/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Khanne
Strong marriages do not happen by luck or accident. They are the result of time, thoughtfulness, forgiveness, affection, mutual respect and partnership.
I look forward to watching you build a family with Lord Percephon. Watch as my own children play along side your own. I have no doubts to the strength of this union. Both of you are people that I admire as individuals. As a unit you will be an unstoppable force.
I look forward to watching you build a family with Lord Percephon. Watch as my own children play along side your own. I have no doubts to the strength of this union. Both of you are people that I admire as individuals. As a unit you will be an unstoppable force.
Written By Lavinia
March 9, 2018, 11:10 a.m.(5/1/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Khanne
My thoughts exactly, yet it seems to be a preferred beverage of the Marquis-Consort. I'm having difficulty understanding the exotic ways of these Compact nobles.
Written By Joscelin
March 8, 2018, 12:24 p.m.(4/27/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Khanne
Congratulations, my dear. Joy and happiness to you and your future.
Written By Alis
March 8, 2018, 12:06 p.m.(4/27/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Khanne
Family.
It's something that means a lot to me. Not only the family of blood ties, but the family we choose. Those few special people who you really get you, and support you, and are there for you no matter what even though they don't have to be. The ones who push you to do what is best for you, even when you don't want to hear it. And, will not hesitate to give their honest opinion. Percy has been one of those few, for me, since we met. And in return, I have been an overprotective dragon in addition to all the rest.
Being his other half naturally means you become a part of that as well. So, welcome to the family.
It's something that means a lot to me. Not only the family of blood ties, but the family we choose. Those few special people who you really get you, and support you, and are there for you no matter what even though they don't have to be. The ones who push you to do what is best for you, even when you don't want to hear it. And, will not hesitate to give their honest opinion. Percy has been one of those few, for me, since we met. And in return, I have been an overprotective dragon in addition to all the rest.
Being his other half naturally means you become a part of that as well. So, welcome to the family.
Written By Lianne
March 8, 2018, 11:23 a.m.(4/27/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Khanne
Ours has not been a constant friendship. Instead, our lives have crisscrossed irregularly, weaving a weird and wonderful tapestry of laughter at having made such similar mistakes, mutual affection for a cuddly murderbeast neither of us see anymore, comfort in knowing we are not alone in witnessing certain horrors, relief in the rare moments we've shared our burdens, resolve born from offered advice, determination to not let time unravel what we share and joy whenever our paths actually cross by happenstance or intention.
What is constant is how we have cared for each other, how we have shared our hurts and our hopes and our happiness.
I am so very happy for you, my friend.
And I am considering your words and your example.
What is constant is how we have cared for each other, how we have shared our hurts and our hopes and our happiness.
I am so very happy for you, my friend.
And I am considering your words and your example.
Written By Reigna
March 8, 2018, 11:04 a.m.(4/27/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Khanne
I am so, so happy for you my friend. Friend feels a mild word, for all that I cannot ever put to words exactly how it came to be (other than your sheer extraordinary grace, humor and heart, mind you) that I so instantly felt close to you, but nearly from the moment we first spoke I have trusted you and admired you. I count you among my family, one of choice, if not of blood, and I include you in my daily prayers, as among the things I am most grateful for in life. I do not flout the concept of Skald, I do not think that the gods have a predetermined path that all men must walk, but I do think that they offer us a choice of many roads, each with their challenges and rewards. I am profoundly glad to have walked the path that brought me to your friendship. You are a blessing, a support. One of the lights that shines brightest in the darkness, and I cannot express how glad I am that your path has brought you and Lord Percephon together. Limerance smile on you my dear friend.
Written By Joscelin
March 6, 2018, 3:57 p.m.(4/23/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Khanne
Not you too!
Yes. Scones. It must happen.
And ah-ha! I knew it was for someone special.
Yes. Scones. It must happen.
And ah-ha! I knew it was for someone special.
Written By Morrighan
March 4, 2018, 8:31 p.m.(4/20/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Khanne
Most pleased that you enjoy the results. As always, you're welcome, it felt nice to do a little seamstress work again.
Written By Reigna
Feb. 8, 2018, 12:38 p.m.(2/21/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Khanne
I know I have been remiss in not getting this to you sooner. I have been blessed this last year to have so many good memories, so many moments when my heart lifted and I was swept away in a sense of wonder and delight. Trying to pick one has made me really stop and consider how much gratitude I have to the gods, to my husband, to my friends who have all become family to me. I look at where I am now and I think upon the girl I was when I first came to Arx and I have difficulty believing they are the same person. So, I give you my memory.
As a child, my life was... strained. My mother inherited a parcel of land on the edge of collapse. My grandmother's addictions had beggared our coffers and there were stretches of time when it seemed that we would not be able to keep our people safe as we had so little coin and running a Household relies on coin to pay guards and buy foodstuffs. We always managed to make it work, but my mother was often distant. My father was infrequently home, choosing to spend his time on the road with his cousins doing whatever it was that kept him away. My mother adored him, dashing man that he still is, her love evident in my six siblings and myself, though the strain of so many children, so much hardship and no partner, or at least no reliable partner to speak of, bred a distance between her and her children. We were both proof of her love and a reminder of the man who did not need her as she needed him. My siblings and I were never particularly close, and as we grew and they were married off, we grew less so. So despite coming from such a large family, I never really understood what it meant to be a part of something. Perhaps this was one of the reasons I so wished to be godsworn. I longed to feel a part of something. To belong in a way I had not felt, and the calling of Faith drew me in. So when it turned out that I was to be married instead of godsworn, for the sake of brevity, I'll not go into that tale now, I was not thrilled. I should have had more faith. Just a little over a year later, seated at my table in a Hall built for my new House, there was a dinner held. At the table was my husband, our liege, Duke Cristoph, Lady Jael, our aunt Margerie, Sir Norwood Clement. Kael and Jael were laughing, Cristoph looked exasperated, Lady Margerie was teasing Sir Clement and I realized in that moment... that *this* was my family. These people had accepted me. I *belonged*. The feeling of connection was so intense, so momentarily overwhelming that I nearly wept. I was home.
As a child, my life was... strained. My mother inherited a parcel of land on the edge of collapse. My grandmother's addictions had beggared our coffers and there were stretches of time when it seemed that we would not be able to keep our people safe as we had so little coin and running a Household relies on coin to pay guards and buy foodstuffs. We always managed to make it work, but my mother was often distant. My father was infrequently home, choosing to spend his time on the road with his cousins doing whatever it was that kept him away. My mother adored him, dashing man that he still is, her love evident in my six siblings and myself, though the strain of so many children, so much hardship and no partner, or at least no reliable partner to speak of, bred a distance between her and her children. We were both proof of her love and a reminder of the man who did not need her as she needed him. My siblings and I were never particularly close, and as we grew and they were married off, we grew less so. So despite coming from such a large family, I never really understood what it meant to be a part of something. Perhaps this was one of the reasons I so wished to be godsworn. I longed to feel a part of something. To belong in a way I had not felt, and the calling of Faith drew me in. So when it turned out that I was to be married instead of godsworn, for the sake of brevity, I'll not go into that tale now, I was not thrilled. I should have had more faith. Just a little over a year later, seated at my table in a Hall built for my new House, there was a dinner held. At the table was my husband, our liege, Duke Cristoph, Lady Jael, our aunt Margerie, Sir Norwood Clement. Kael and Jael were laughing, Cristoph looked exasperated, Lady Margerie was teasing Sir Clement and I realized in that moment... that *this* was my family. These people had accepted me. I *belonged*. The feeling of connection was so intense, so momentarily overwhelming that I nearly wept. I was home.
Written By Ann
Feb. 1, 2018, 6:25 a.m.(1/27/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Khanne
We got to talking tonight about happy memories, and since I support your initiative with all of my heart - I will go ahead and add mine to your collection. It's not much, but here it is.
I spent my entire life with my nose in a book - men, women, people in general never interested me. I've always shared my bed with books, rather than people. It was always history and numbers and stories and knowledge that fascinated me. Not that I looked down on people, but it's harder for me to read people than a book. I mean, I tried once. I really did - and it ended terribly. But it was easy for me to close myself up again and delve into the comforts of whiskey and dry toast and parchment and ink.
But by and by I met someone that was my intellectual peer. Entirely not my type. Stupid little hat, you see. Entirely off-putting. But there was a connection. I kept coming back for more, wanting to unravel him like a cheap sweater.
One day I asked to do something stupid - doesn't matter what it was. I jumped in over my head, but he was there. To protect me from myself (my own worst enemy). He could see I was drowning and saved me by giving me a firm right hook.
Once I was back to my senses, I realized the true depths of my ignorance, and I could think clearly and the path I had been searching for was clear to me even if he (or anyone else) never 'got it'. It was he that was my illumination, my light in the dark. I only have him to thank - and the right hook might have stolen my heart. At least a piece of it - I mean after all who has the balls to set a person straight like that? His brutal honesty is always scathing, but he's never steered me wrong.
Unfortunately, it wasn't meant to be. I never got to unravel him but he still remains a light in the dark and one day, I want to be his. When he needs me, I will be there as he was for me. My best friend.
I spent my entire life with my nose in a book - men, women, people in general never interested me. I've always shared my bed with books, rather than people. It was always history and numbers and stories and knowledge that fascinated me. Not that I looked down on people, but it's harder for me to read people than a book. I mean, I tried once. I really did - and it ended terribly. But it was easy for me to close myself up again and delve into the comforts of whiskey and dry toast and parchment and ink.
But by and by I met someone that was my intellectual peer. Entirely not my type. Stupid little hat, you see. Entirely off-putting. But there was a connection. I kept coming back for more, wanting to unravel him like a cheap sweater.
One day I asked to do something stupid - doesn't matter what it was. I jumped in over my head, but he was there. To protect me from myself (my own worst enemy). He could see I was drowning and saved me by giving me a firm right hook.
Once I was back to my senses, I realized the true depths of my ignorance, and I could think clearly and the path I had been searching for was clear to me even if he (or anyone else) never 'got it'. It was he that was my illumination, my light in the dark. I only have him to thank - and the right hook might have stolen my heart. At least a piece of it - I mean after all who has the balls to set a person straight like that? His brutal honesty is always scathing, but he's never steered me wrong.
Unfortunately, it wasn't meant to be. I never got to unravel him but he still remains a light in the dark and one day, I want to be his. When he needs me, I will be there as he was for me. My best friend.
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