Written By Apollo
Jan. 10, 2021, 8:43 p.m.(9/23/1014 AR)
Shall I make a wish, or say a prayer?
There's room enough for both, isn't there.
There's room enough for both, isn't there.
Written By Lisebet
Jan. 10, 2021, 8:42 p.m.(9/23/1014 AR)
Today's tea was a red tea, with cinnamon highlights. It was very delicious and tasty.
Another win.
I am enjoying this idea to pick a random tea that I've never tried before from a different tea shop. I sent Bigsby out to get a variety, and now we enjoy the fruits of that research.
Another win.
I am enjoying this idea to pick a random tea that I've never tried before from a different tea shop. I sent Bigsby out to get a variety, and now we enjoy the fruits of that research.
Written By Rosalind
Jan. 10, 2021, 8:12 p.m.(9/23/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Triton
My twin. My other heartbeat! I miss you. Especially with everything going on. I could use your advice and well you know, you! Im sure you're keeping home in order though, so there's that. Or laying someone flat on their back.
Written By Amari
Jan. 10, 2021, 8:10 p.m.(9/23/1014 AR)
So, while out galavanting with friends, I found a pile of broken pottery shards in the grass and meticulously reassembled them, only to realize that beneath the rubbish lay a buried statue covered only by a thin layer of dirt. I was practically kneeling atop the thing the entire time. It was a much more interesting find than the unremarkable vase someone had likely just pitched into the field to be rid of.
The moral, wise general, is you should probably not murder braggarts in cold blood because they made fun of your friend and then boast about it afterwards. No wait, it's something about not seeing the forest for all the trees. Yes, that's the lesson. I think.
Also, related to that expedition; when swarmed by bees do I pretend to be a flower, or not? I'm still unsure, but also fairly confident that I will be swarmed by bees again. It seems inevitable somehow. Still, swarm aside, that was an enjoyable outing, especially since no one in the party was killed during or after. It's a fine day when there's no unnecessary and pointless deaths. I was quite glad for the company and enjoyable activity.
The moral, wise general, is you should probably not murder braggarts in cold blood because they made fun of your friend and then boast about it afterwards. No wait, it's something about not seeing the forest for all the trees. Yes, that's the lesson. I think.
Also, related to that expedition; when swarmed by bees do I pretend to be a flower, or not? I'm still unsure, but also fairly confident that I will be swarmed by bees again. It seems inevitable somehow. Still, swarm aside, that was an enjoyable outing, especially since no one in the party was killed during or after. It's a fine day when there's no unnecessary and pointless deaths. I was quite glad for the company and enjoyable activity.
Written By Rosalind
Jan. 10, 2021, 7:59 p.m.(9/23/1014 AR)
Fall is on the air. Can you feel it? Can you smell it? It is mixed with the anxiousness of the looming war coming. It's a whirlwind of emotions that I'm struggling with.
Written By Madeleine
Jan. 10, 2021, 7:51 p.m.(9/23/1014 AR)
As quickly as I return to the city - I'm off and away again. My flock, I love you all so.
Written By Rosalind
Jan. 10, 2021, 7:44 p.m.(9/23/1014 AR)
Oh my gosh! I got to paint with Connall and Honeymare. Ok, well. They painted. Yep scholar! They PAINTED! They were magnificent! Sorry Aella for the colored puppy prints in the hall!
Written By Domonico
Jan. 10, 2021, 7:35 p.m.(9/23/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Ember
Note to self... and others
It is not advisabe to butt heads with the Bloody. So hard with the collinson of the helmets that I was knocked senseless.
A worthy opponent at the very least.
It is not advisabe to butt heads with the Bloody. So hard with the collinson of the helmets that I was knocked senseless.
A worthy opponent at the very least.
Written By Thea
Jan. 10, 2021, 7:28 p.m.(9/23/1014 AR)
Well....We're ready. For what's to come. Me. My men.
As for the chapter of my life? I'm prepared for that too. Lagoma help me, Im ready.
As for the chapter of my life? I'm prepared for that too. Lagoma help me, Im ready.
Written By Thea
Jan. 10, 2021, 7:03 p.m.(9/23/1014 AR)
So Pat is missing. Not in Malvici. So if you see an octopus about, sorry about that. Don't eat him.
Written By Emberly
Jan. 10, 2021, 6:59 p.m.(9/23/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Ilvin
Lagoma has changed me
The Sentinal has judged me
Jayus has evolved within me
but it is Limerence that speaks to my heart
Oaths and Honor and Love, are all we have.
I am seeking discipleship.
The Sentinal has judged me
Jayus has evolved within me
but it is Limerence that speaks to my heart
Oaths and Honor and Love, are all we have.
I am seeking discipleship.
Written By Cristoph
Jan. 10, 2021, 6:41 p.m.(9/23/1014 AR)
While I try desperately not to look too closely at the pile of riding manuals that are gathering up in my office, I find myself lost in a multitude of other papers that are quite dry. Not that I take any issue with executing my duties. But I have to confess that sometimes my attention does wander to the window and my imagination takes off.
Written By Khanne
Jan. 10, 2021, 4:56 p.m.(9/22/1014 AR)
Sloshed Poetry Slam did not at all go as I expected (seems not much does these days), but it was great fun! I hope everyone who attended enjoyed themselves as much as I. Big thank yous to all who participated! Everyone's poems were amazing!
I am still very fond of the one about traveling toads though.
I am still very fond of the one about traveling toads though.
Written By Cirroch
Jan. 10, 2021, 4:45 p.m.(9/22/1014 AR)
Never underestimate the will of a toddler
Written By Orland
Jan. 10, 2021, 4:04 p.m.(9/22/1014 AR)
Thoughts of a student,
There has been so little time to write of the great things that have happened to me over the last few months. The events are a whirlwind (cake throwing by far stood out thanks to Marquis Cirroch and his wife Marquessa Sasha), making new friends (of which there are truly many now! Who knew I could achieve that), learning to defend myself (Thank you Lord Teague, Scout Rowenova, and Lady Lady Mikani) finding a patron (thank you Marquis Dio Seraceni) from parties to exciting adventures, idolizing people (like the one and only Prince Patrizio), to having cake, and cookies, to getting armor crafted (Thanks to Apollo's hard working staff), to having my bed warm at night, and adopting a kitten (thank you Zakhar).
One of the paramount moments for me, other than all the above, was talking to the Queen's Blade, Harlequin Raymesin. I had been dealing with some trouble that transpired from Greypeak, and well, before that I would suspect based on my own journal entry history of the Wheel. We had a really good conversation. It simplified things for me too. Of course it made me angry, but, it had to. That was the only way I could let myself open up to the people who I've met, to allow them to influence my life, show me how better it can be with friends than without. I want to thank him and acknowledge that, seeking out those with knowledge of why life is the way it is, is worth it.
I realized, I don't want to die yet. I don't. Who does! I'm okay that the Queen of Endings thought to spit me out into the life I was given, but I've only just started living it. It's worked out all right. It gets better everyday too.
Finding joy, it has been, a good mission.
There has been so little time to write of the great things that have happened to me over the last few months. The events are a whirlwind (cake throwing by far stood out thanks to Marquis Cirroch and his wife Marquessa Sasha), making new friends (of which there are truly many now! Who knew I could achieve that), learning to defend myself (Thank you Lord Teague, Scout Rowenova, and Lady Lady Mikani) finding a patron (thank you Marquis Dio Seraceni) from parties to exciting adventures, idolizing people (like the one and only Prince Patrizio), to having cake, and cookies, to getting armor crafted (Thanks to Apollo's hard working staff), to having my bed warm at night, and adopting a kitten (thank you Zakhar).
One of the paramount moments for me, other than all the above, was talking to the Queen's Blade, Harlequin Raymesin. I had been dealing with some trouble that transpired from Greypeak, and well, before that I would suspect based on my own journal entry history of the Wheel. We had a really good conversation. It simplified things for me too. Of course it made me angry, but, it had to. That was the only way I could let myself open up to the people who I've met, to allow them to influence my life, show me how better it can be with friends than without. I want to thank him and acknowledge that, seeking out those with knowledge of why life is the way it is, is worth it.
I realized, I don't want to die yet. I don't. Who does! I'm okay that the Queen of Endings thought to spit me out into the life I was given, but I've only just started living it. It's worked out all right. It gets better everyday too.
Finding joy, it has been, a good mission.
Written By Destin
Jan. 10, 2021, 3:39 p.m.(9/22/1014 AR)
That White Dragon Tournament calls my attention. I should try to attend.
Written By Orland
Jan. 10, 2021, 3:23 p.m.(9/22/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Savio
Thoughts on Savio Pontelaeus, a friend, but more,
The first time I came across Savio Pontelaeus was on a ship bound for Greypeak, though I must profess my face was more over the side of the railing than useful for conversation. I was pretty green from that experience. I thought the storm waters would never let up, nor would my stomach. I honestly didn't speak much to him for the duration of the trip on shore, considering the gore. It wasn't a place to make friends. But, then the entire party who were rooting around for signs of life, ended up in a fight for our own. I think that's when I saw Savio's prowess as a fighter, nothing compared to Lady Andromeda's, but he had cut when he needed to cut and slashed when he needed to slash.
Then, I was left in the woods. Injured. It was bloody great. Really. Nothing like being in a strange place, in the deep deep dark woods, knowing some really screwed up weirdo was running amok, and you were bleeding from a disfiguring wrist wound. I was perfectly alright with it, honestly. Being alone is nothing. But I was relieved, when I heard someone's voice, some time later, calling, "Are you dead?"
Funny way to meet really. I'm pretty sure I hollered back after checking that I wasn't, a good pinch to the thigh was required. The hollar? Oh yes, it was something like "Only inside." I thought it was clever and most appropriate for my present situation.
From there, well from there... dear reader, I cannot sum it all up in one entry. There's too many parts weaved together. He came to see how I was doing and if I was dead yet. I felt his true concern. It was a thing of friendship, on the immediate, to have him veer off on a hundred different tangents, self degrading tangents being the most charming. He claims he's a drifter. I didn't believe it. So I showed him. Nothing can drift from the anchor I am. If I want to anchor you to me, I will. Or I won't. Or Raven will provide the anchor for me.
This became a very bad idea, to be friends. I mean, bad for all the people who don't know how to have fun and walk around with a stick up where the sun doesn't shine.. Our fun became easy. Poetry, parties, pissing Raven off. We even hosted an event called the Last Call, on the Rising Sun. If you missed that trip, you should be feeling sorry for yourself. It was a terribly good time, with a game gone sour by too many proper answers.
It's been great. In a weird, I'm too good for him, he's too good for me, someone's going to hurt me if I hurt him, why aren't we married yet even though we all know I'm not getting married until I'm 30 kinda way. It's been nice, but don't take him shopping, he looks and looks and looks... and doesn't want to answer your simple question of 'what do you like' because he doesn't want you to buy him things, but all you want to do is give him a nice vest...
You should meet him too. He's great at poetry. Just don't meet him too closely.
The first time I came across Savio Pontelaeus was on a ship bound for Greypeak, though I must profess my face was more over the side of the railing than useful for conversation. I was pretty green from that experience. I thought the storm waters would never let up, nor would my stomach. I honestly didn't speak much to him for the duration of the trip on shore, considering the gore. It wasn't a place to make friends. But, then the entire party who were rooting around for signs of life, ended up in a fight for our own. I think that's when I saw Savio's prowess as a fighter, nothing compared to Lady Andromeda's, but he had cut when he needed to cut and slashed when he needed to slash.
Then, I was left in the woods. Injured. It was bloody great. Really. Nothing like being in a strange place, in the deep deep dark woods, knowing some really screwed up weirdo was running amok, and you were bleeding from a disfiguring wrist wound. I was perfectly alright with it, honestly. Being alone is nothing. But I was relieved, when I heard someone's voice, some time later, calling, "Are you dead?"
Funny way to meet really. I'm pretty sure I hollered back after checking that I wasn't, a good pinch to the thigh was required. The hollar? Oh yes, it was something like "Only inside." I thought it was clever and most appropriate for my present situation.
From there, well from there... dear reader, I cannot sum it all up in one entry. There's too many parts weaved together. He came to see how I was doing and if I was dead yet. I felt his true concern. It was a thing of friendship, on the immediate, to have him veer off on a hundred different tangents, self degrading tangents being the most charming. He claims he's a drifter. I didn't believe it. So I showed him. Nothing can drift from the anchor I am. If I want to anchor you to me, I will. Or I won't. Or Raven will provide the anchor for me.
This became a very bad idea, to be friends. I mean, bad for all the people who don't know how to have fun and walk around with a stick up where the sun doesn't shine.. Our fun became easy. Poetry, parties, pissing Raven off. We even hosted an event called the Last Call, on the Rising Sun. If you missed that trip, you should be feeling sorry for yourself. It was a terribly good time, with a game gone sour by too many proper answers.
It's been great. In a weird, I'm too good for him, he's too good for me, someone's going to hurt me if I hurt him, why aren't we married yet even though we all know I'm not getting married until I'm 30 kinda way. It's been nice, but don't take him shopping, he looks and looks and looks... and doesn't want to answer your simple question of 'what do you like' because he doesn't want you to buy him things, but all you want to do is give him a nice vest...
You should meet him too. He's great at poetry. Just don't meet him too closely.
Written By Martino
Jan. 10, 2021, 1:58 p.m.(9/22/1014 AR)
I have stood in the room while watched flags and pieces move over a map table from others. Smiling slightly, nodding a bit. Knowing of some terrible mistakes through history. But over a few games of Knights & Roses, thank you to Nurie for introducing it into my life, I can confidently stand around the table and point at the right things.
I know I won't ever speak the orders, but at least I can understand them from a-far.
I know I won't ever speak the orders, but at least I can understand them from a-far.
Written By Orland
Jan. 10, 2021, 1:54 p.m.(9/22/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Raven
My thoughts on Raven the Blackheart, a friend,
When I first met Raven, her tongue was barbarous and rightly so. She's still that way, don't let me fool you. The woman takes no prisoners when it comes to outlining her thoughts. The story of how I came to know Raven the Blackheart, as a friend, started in a tavern; there's no better place than that to find good quality people!
I thought because of her history, there may have been some preconceived slights between us, but, that didn't come up, at all. Rather, when she first showed interest in my well being, well outside the usual 'you're being a fool' voice she uses on me when I'm climbing a harp with six other people in a party game, was due in part to my trip to Greypeak. She came roaring like a storm, demanding to know why I mattered. Trust me, I was very much as flummoxed as you dear reader.
During those first strange instances of having her look at my injury, I encouraged her to express her feelings of stabbery to the person I thought her feelings were wrapped up in, but that turned out a wreck, that she didn't blame me for! I think I can accredit that to my being alive. However, over the weeks, I have eased into her personality and now I think, I can see through the barbarous hooks of her tongue to give her a good punch on the shoulder from time to time. She deserves a friend like me. The downside is, I know she can toss me over a ship. So I can pretty well guarantee her threat of an anchor around my balls, will be just as true if I hurt someone in particular.
All and all, a rather fantastic friendship. If you see her in a tavern, don't pass up your opportunity to meet her. Or punch her in the shoulder. For me.
When I first met Raven, her tongue was barbarous and rightly so. She's still that way, don't let me fool you. The woman takes no prisoners when it comes to outlining her thoughts. The story of how I came to know Raven the Blackheart, as a friend, started in a tavern; there's no better place than that to find good quality people!
I thought because of her history, there may have been some preconceived slights between us, but, that didn't come up, at all. Rather, when she first showed interest in my well being, well outside the usual 'you're being a fool' voice she uses on me when I'm climbing a harp with six other people in a party game, was due in part to my trip to Greypeak. She came roaring like a storm, demanding to know why I mattered. Trust me, I was very much as flummoxed as you dear reader.
During those first strange instances of having her look at my injury, I encouraged her to express her feelings of stabbery to the person I thought her feelings were wrapped up in, but that turned out a wreck, that she didn't blame me for! I think I can accredit that to my being alive. However, over the weeks, I have eased into her personality and now I think, I can see through the barbarous hooks of her tongue to give her a good punch on the shoulder from time to time. She deserves a friend like me. The downside is, I know she can toss me over a ship. So I can pretty well guarantee her threat of an anchor around my balls, will be just as true if I hurt someone in particular.
All and all, a rather fantastic friendship. If you see her in a tavern, don't pass up your opportunity to meet her. Or punch her in the shoulder. For me.
Written By Drake
Jan. 10, 2021, 1:52 p.m.(9/22/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Mabelle
I am far from an expert on beekeeping, compared to those at House Laurent, but, I believe the solider bees are the bees that sting. A type of working honeybee.
You may find it particularly interesting that, at least according to what I have learned, the stinging bees are always the female of the species.
You may find it particularly interesting that, at least according to what I have learned, the stinging bees are always the female of the species.
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