Written By Zakhar
July 15, 2021, 11:02 a.m.(11/4/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Xanthe
Furniture IS NOT JUST A PIECE. It is where you're going to fall in love, fall asleep, curl up with a good tome, have a chat with a long lost friend, relax after a long day, allow someone to grieve themselves upon. There's a million other ways that JUST A Piece of furniture is going to infect your life.
It should be a part of you! It will be a statement of who you are.
Just a piece of a thing!?
...
It should be a part of you! It will be a statement of who you are.
Just a piece of a thing!?
...
Written By Zakhar
July 15, 2021, 10:59 a.m.(11/4/1015 AR)
Have you ever seen a fish swimming an' nibbling at pearls? It's quite a sight. Even one to be able to freeze it in that space, little happiness block all of your own...
They're a treat to play with in metals and stones too. A nice lad just found a deal for them, handing them over. Good in a pinch I guess, though stank to high winds. Something about living in the market. I guess that's a place to be, though I spent too many years in that predicament. I prefer my hearth now.
Anyway, fish. They are fun to craft up.
Yes, yes. I'll send someone to untie you.
They're a treat to play with in metals and stones too. A nice lad just found a deal for them, handing them over. Good in a pinch I guess, though stank to high winds. Something about living in the market. I guess that's a place to be, though I spent too many years in that predicament. I prefer my hearth now.
Anyway, fish. They are fun to craft up.
Yes, yes. I'll send someone to untie you.
Written By Zakhar
July 7, 2021, 4:10 p.m.(10/17/1015 AR)
I brought the dancing serpents out of my memories and put them to a bracelet. Master Ripley was kind enough to help me price it out. Though no one has bought it yet.
Then I had an idea to make garrotes into lovely necklaces. One of which sold right away.
Clive?
Is it possible that people would rather have murderous jewelry over something pretty to wear?
The jewelry ideas are selling, though I'm gonna head back to make some soup. It's the right time of year for it. Something warm, filling. It's not as if I don't have the taters for it. That nice lad Everett brought a whole sack by the other day, then asked about hand pies and if I had any secrets.
It was a very nice conversation in the kitchen. Unlike the other one where the nob kept suggesting the Inquisition might want to have a chat. Just a moment away from the outside, in a warm kitchen, around the hearth discussing roasts of meats, rootie vegetables, and the foods that keep our bellies full.
Clive, did you know that in the Oathlands they sell their best and eat the left overs. If there is any? That seems counter productive. You've done all that work. You should be able to have something good from it, instead of what ever is left.
Alright. I'm heading back to the kitchen.
Yes. I'll let them know that you got tied up again.
Then I had an idea to make garrotes into lovely necklaces. One of which sold right away.
Clive?
Is it possible that people would rather have murderous jewelry over something pretty to wear?
The jewelry ideas are selling, though I'm gonna head back to make some soup. It's the right time of year for it. Something warm, filling. It's not as if I don't have the taters for it. That nice lad Everett brought a whole sack by the other day, then asked about hand pies and if I had any secrets.
It was a very nice conversation in the kitchen. Unlike the other one where the nob kept suggesting the Inquisition might want to have a chat. Just a moment away from the outside, in a warm kitchen, around the hearth discussing roasts of meats, rootie vegetables, and the foods that keep our bellies full.
Clive, did you know that in the Oathlands they sell their best and eat the left overs. If there is any? That seems counter productive. You've done all that work. You should be able to have something good from it, instead of what ever is left.
Alright. I'm heading back to the kitchen.
Yes. I'll let them know that you got tied up again.
Written By Zakhar
July 7, 2021, 4:03 p.m.(10/17/1015 AR)
I was given a bracelet the other day. It's rare that others give me something...of their own free will.
If we're counting thumbs, or lives. Then I have many gifts from others. oh stop rolling your eyes CLIVE!
And, I also have a lovely pair of mittens and knitting needles...those were also given of someone's free will.
If we're counting thumbs, or lives. Then I have many gifts from others. oh stop rolling your eyes CLIVE!
And, I also have a lovely pair of mittens and knitting needles...those were also given of someone's free will.
Written By Zakhar
June 24, 2021, 11:15 p.m.(9/19/1015 AR)
If a Nob'l asks a question, everyone writes back. When anyone else does... This is what they went to war for? More destructive than before.
Written By Zakhar
June 23, 2021, 11:36 p.m.(9/18/1015 AR)
A dream of crashing waves smashing into the hull of the small boat, then two dancing shadows just under cresting waters. A bump then another. A trial to can we out row it, whatever it is before it shatters the skull and boat. Servants with self destructive masters seek to out run the shadows. It's worthless to attempt and to simply give it what is sought after... The easier and better choice. Diving off the ledge to find two serpents chasing and seeking, they look at me with glowing ruby eyes. I am not what they seek. The boat is easily crushed under the weight of their bodies, then the world goes dark.
Something larger than which I've ever seen, rising out of the waters. Even the serpents run and hide. My home. And isle of unknown location is crushed by a shade, all but water remains. I float for days to watch a crew be picked off one by one, I am the only one that is allowed to go on.
...
Clive. is this madness?
I know what I must do.
I'll make it an arm piece.
They'll eat it up.
Something larger than which I've ever seen, rising out of the waters. Even the serpents run and hide. My home. And isle of unknown location is crushed by a shade, all but water remains. I float for days to watch a crew be picked off one by one, I am the only one that is allowed to go on.
...
Clive. is this madness?
I know what I must do.
I'll make it an arm piece.
They'll eat it up.
Written By Zakhar
June 21, 2021, 9:59 p.m.(9/13/1015 AR)
They never choose the option to have breakfast. Always with the stabbings. Well, I've yer ears now.
Written By Zakhar
June 18, 2021, 8:39 a.m.(9/6/1015 AR)
Notes to remember for future travels.
1. Pay attention to your surroundings. A wave can come out of any which direction. What might be seen as amusing on one day can easily make the rest of your trip sour.
2. The locals can be a lot more fun if you take the first step to introduce yourself.
3. If the pan is a swinging, everyone else should learn to duck
4. New friends are great, though watch for those that you've known longer.
1. Pay attention to your surroundings. A wave can come out of any which direction. What might be seen as amusing on one day can easily make the rest of your trip sour.
2. The locals can be a lot more fun if you take the first step to introduce yourself.
3. If the pan is a swinging, everyone else should learn to duck
4. New friends are great, though watch for those that you've known longer.
Written By Zakhar
June 15, 2021, 10:41 a.m.(8/28/1015 AR)
Scholar Clive? Clint? whatever your name is...
A pondering for those in the city. If silver were to be placed upon a head, what would the weight of that piece be? And how many times could it be collected?
A pondering for those in the city. If silver were to be placed upon a head, what would the weight of that piece be? And how many times could it be collected?
Written By Zakhar
June 12, 2021, 5:31 p.m.(8/23/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Raimon
Words chosen for a poem, one must always remember that they have more meaning and can be dangerous from which lips they flow.
for which ever direction they might develop, whether for devotee or one seeking out what is beyond the view at hand.
Dancers are everywhere. They enjoy silks more than leathers.
Are you ready for a colorless world view? Or shall you paint what is provided?
for which ever direction they might develop, whether for devotee or one seeking out what is beyond the view at hand.
Dancers are everywhere. They enjoy silks more than leathers.
Are you ready for a colorless world view? Or shall you paint what is provided?
Written By Zakhar
June 10, 2021, 1:31 p.m.(8/19/1015 AR)
Eating, drinking, smoking. It's all the same.
As long as the perspective is shifted the right amount, not too much or not at all. It all works out correctly in the end.
Tiny dancers are amusing to watch as they creep along ones arm.
As long as the perspective is shifted the right amount, not too much or not at all. It all works out correctly in the end.
Tiny dancers are amusing to watch as they creep along ones arm.
Written By Zakhar
June 1, 2021, 9:58 a.m.(7/28/1015 AR)
Have you ever seen the tiny dancers leap across their platform of beauty to join you upon your body where every step they take is a painful little bite, with a face full of eels?
Their little honeysilk ribbons lashing and flitting in the air, motions of poetry, demanding sacrifice to be given. They will change their color and whip and twirl your eyes into a dizzy spell. Giving them a larger stage only brings tall angry shouting lizards to your unpainted floors.
Floors are missing their colors, every new color to be added is swallowed up by the warm wet lick of a tongue never ending, being pushed down to the spot where they tried to drown you and love was declared for them to only stand upon your neck smiling, grinning, demanding praise worthy of who they were.
Long gone, though not out of mind. never out of minds...
There is a hole in my floor, smoke curling around the ceiling. Angry voices pounding at the steel. Let them try to breech, they will find nasty surprises hidden just for them...
Hello there my dancer, my love. Why do you bite at me? I was only trying to feed you...
Their little honeysilk ribbons lashing and flitting in the air, motions of poetry, demanding sacrifice to be given. They will change their color and whip and twirl your eyes into a dizzy spell. Giving them a larger stage only brings tall angry shouting lizards to your unpainted floors.
Floors are missing their colors, every new color to be added is swallowed up by the warm wet lick of a tongue never ending, being pushed down to the spot where they tried to drown you and love was declared for them to only stand upon your neck smiling, grinning, demanding praise worthy of who they were.
Long gone, though not out of mind. never out of minds...
There is a hole in my floor, smoke curling around the ceiling. Angry voices pounding at the steel. Let them try to breech, they will find nasty surprises hidden just for them...
Hello there my dancer, my love. Why do you bite at me? I was only trying to feed you...
Written By Zakhar
May 26, 2021, 11:23 p.m.(7/18/1015 AR)
The concept of war ending without a parchment between the two warring factions to keep the peace... Not that the parchment can really make much of a difference. And to simply declare that a side has lost the war, without proof that their heads are upon pikes. There will always be at least one left over, waiting for their day to come. And they will be unstoppable.
This war is far from over. A whole new enemy has been created. Find the children of those that you slaughtered. Teach them there is a better direction than revenge.
Or your children will be facing an enemy worst than what you have ever seen.
This war is far from over. A whole new enemy has been created. Find the children of those that you slaughtered. Teach them there is a better direction than revenge.
Or your children will be facing an enemy worst than what you have ever seen.
Written By Zakhar
May 24, 2021, 10:10 p.m.(7/13/1015 AR)
There's a level of amusement when one gets to an older deposition in life, where many others will look you over and not really think that could still be something which your mind is able to keep up with. Then there's a few others that will automatically believe that you are the culprit, simply because they've seen you do far worse with a spoon.
Either direction the conversation goes. There's always cookies and tea available for the guard if they choose to visit the gardens.
Either direction the conversation goes. There's always cookies and tea available for the guard if they choose to visit the gardens.
Written By Zakhar
May 15, 2021, 9:08 p.m.(6/23/1015 AR)
/Most of the journal appears to be burnt on the edges and is written rather quickly the readable parts/
Clive! Clint! Look you have to stop running away! Wow you really write everything down? Ha!
...
Fine here's the important bits. Orland and Savio should be praised more for their work with the medics.
Clive! Clint! Look you have to stop running away! Wow you really write everything down? Ha!
...
Fine here's the important bits. Orland and Savio should be praised more for their work with the medics.
Written By Zakhar
May 7, 2021, 12:07 a.m.(6/6/1015 AR)
Lose a friend. drink one for them, move on. Lose a loved one. Grab your weapons and burn those that removed them from you to the ground. Lose your family, city, everything that you know... Watch out world. We're going to rip you apart and destroy everything that you ever thought to be safe.
Touch one of mine. I'll rip you open.
Touch one of mine. I'll rip you open.
Written By Zakhar
April 20, 2021, 11:09 p.m.(5/2/1015 AR)
Clive. Clint. whoever the ....else is listening.
The fire I set was only to burn THAT PARCHMENT.
I'm still angry. This whole thing is a load of... (The scrappy old man goes on about things in the compact that they don't understand and why they need to change, then tries to take the quill and scratch things out and rewrite them. This goes on for a while, then the parchment is set on fire...again.)
The fire I set was only to burn THAT PARCHMENT.
I'm still angry. This whole thing is a load of... (The scrappy old man goes on about things in the compact that they don't understand and why they need to change, then tries to take the quill and scratch things out and rewrite them. This goes on for a while, then the parchment is set on fire...again.)
Written By Zakhar
April 19, 2021, 10:07 p.m.(4/27/1015 AR)
A huge thank you to both Duckies Cristoph Laurent, and Princess Deva Redrain for the safe location and finding of the pot. Now to go off and... CLIVE GET BACK HERE.
...
Okay. You. Not Clive. What's your name? This will go easier. Clark? Perfect. A C name! HA! Wow, you write everything down dontcha? Is that how that's spelled? huh.
Right you are, I'll focus on what I have to say.
Clive is a pansy.
...
Okay. You. Not Clive. What's your name? This will go easier. Clark? Perfect. A C name! HA! Wow, you write everything down dontcha? Is that how that's spelled? huh.
Right you are, I'll focus on what I have to say.
Clive is a pansy.
Written By Zakhar
April 17, 2021, 1:45 a.m.(4/22/1015 AR)
I was reminded that there are others that want to look out for my well being. I've somewhat always known that they are there. And why not? I am a treasure even after finding the bottom of the barrel and the several feet beneath it. Though, I also know that my means and ways can cause many to worry about me. To have someone on guard waiting for that word to come back that this time I didn't...
It's been a long journey, and I appreciate the many that I can call my friends and family. Its something that I didn't have for the longest periods of time, where I would have a friend, then I would outlive them. Or a family, and they would learn of what I am and then get to watch them run for the seas to find themselves and lose contact with me.
There are days in which I think I have seen one or two of the children that I once knew on the shores only to then see that it is just the cats playing. Those damn birds are going to get theirs someday. At least Shekies did a number on some of their flock recently. A good little kit, taking back what was stolen from her all that time ago. Still a very short period of time, barely year now.
Many kittens were lost over the years, and even more were made stronger and have lived out good lives.
Clive. Why are you crying?
It's been a long journey, and I appreciate the many that I can call my friends and family. Its something that I didn't have for the longest periods of time, where I would have a friend, then I would outlive them. Or a family, and they would learn of what I am and then get to watch them run for the seas to find themselves and lose contact with me.
There are days in which I think I have seen one or two of the children that I once knew on the shores only to then see that it is just the cats playing. Those damn birds are going to get theirs someday. At least Shekies did a number on some of their flock recently. A good little kit, taking back what was stolen from her all that time ago. Still a very short period of time, barely year now.
Many kittens were lost over the years, and even more were made stronger and have lived out good lives.
Clive. Why are you crying?
Written By Zakhar
April 16, 2021, 3:04 p.m.(4/21/1015 AR)
Am I too drunk to see the guards that you wandered in with? No. Am I not paying attention to how everyone else in the room treats you? No.
I am watching you and your cohorts closely, it is part of my business to do so. And if I fail, you will find a way to whip me into doing better next time. Why am I not using your title? Well that parts simple. You didn't offer it.
I was offered a name, no title. Am I supposed to read between the lines and give you the wrong title in the presence of the Queen? What of when someone decides to call me Lord or Sir? I would be stealing a title that is not mine to have. You would find a way to whip me into doing better there too.
No. This is your doing. Stop blaming others for your failure to offer title.
I am watching you and your cohorts closely, it is part of my business to do so. And if I fail, you will find a way to whip me into doing better next time. Why am I not using your title? Well that parts simple. You didn't offer it.
I was offered a name, no title. Am I supposed to read between the lines and give you the wrong title in the presence of the Queen? What of when someone decides to call me Lord or Sir? I would be stealing a title that is not mine to have. You would find a way to whip me into doing better there too.
No. This is your doing. Stop blaming others for your failure to offer title.
Please note that the scholars may take some time preparing your journal for others to read.