Written By Mydas
Jan. 14, 2017, 6:31 p.m.(8/28/1005 AR)
Soon I'll see the capital again. I hope its peoples, for there are many such nations under the Crown, will be if not as I left them, then just as strong and ready to face the challenges the Gods cast in our way, for merit and worth to be revealed within the heart of the true. And on a more personal note, I hope to find my family well.
Written By Mydas
Jan. 2, 2017, 9:41 p.m.(7/21/1005 AR)
All the debtors have been accounted for. Any remaining debt has been settled. I now have fulfilled my duties, and can now begin preprations for my return. In a little less than two weeks' time, I will have returned to the capital. Until then, I'll keep busy and ensure all is settled in Stonedeep. I don't want to leave the capital for such lengths of time again, not with the troubles brewing in Arx.
Written By Mydas
Dec. 31, 2016, 11:47 a.m.(7/14/1005 AR)
Patrols have been increased after I received the message from Cassius. I will not have the Shavs cut us off from the capital by ambushing the roads. Communications will be kept open, and trade protected. Our lands will be secure, no matter the sort of Shav that intrudes.
Written By Mydas
Dec. 28, 2016, 11:30 a.m.(7/5/1005 AR)
That should be enough barrels of whiskey to bring to Arx on my return, even when I take into account Sigurd's share. If he has behaved, that is. I should write to Nadia and Signe on the matter. Sometimes I'm apprehensive when I consider in what state the House will be in when I return. But I'm sure they're not up to too much trouble...
Written By Mydas
Dec. 28, 2016, 11:17 a.m.(7/5/1005 AR)
Some of the debtors have reimbursed what they owed. A few tried one last attempt to wiggle out of their obligations by appealing to pity or what they claimed was basic human decency. They quickly realized that on this, their tears were as likely to move me as an iron statue. Trade and economy are not for the weak of heart. More so, when dealing with those who mistake a loan for a gift, one must realize that it is their own fault, their own false belief, that now sees them so miserable. Not the one of the man applying the law.
Written By Mydas
Dec. 25, 2016, 1:04 a.m.(6/22/1005 AR)
To be away from the capital is a test of one's discipline. Part of it is the delightful company found there, which there are in exceptional quality and numbers. Strange how one gets used to the numbers encountered in the capital, which makes the region seem empty in comparison. Another part is one's place. After arriving the first time, establishing oneself, to be sent away so soon makes one feel as if it was all worthless. I do not fear being forgotten, of course, but events seem to move so quickly that the capital I grew used to might very well be completely changed by the time I return. I dare hope not, however. There are many I would see as I left them, healthy and happy.
Written By Mydas
Dec. 23, 2016, 12:14 p.m.(6/18/1005 AR)
I spoke of beauty. Shall I now speak of love? No, I have no lady towards whom I would profess deep feelings of affection and passion. I'm not prone to easy declarations when it comes to such matter. One should not play with a lady's heart and expectations. No, I was thinking more on the multiple facets of love. Love for a woman, yes, but also love for one's family, love of one's home. Is it still love when one speaks of duty? What are the limits we impose on love? Is it to generalize the term to see it everywhere, or is love that fundamental?
I do not offer answers nor arguments, only the beginning of paths towards reflection. I leave it to those better spoken and creative to make their points on the matter.
I do not offer answers nor arguments, only the beginning of paths towards reflection. I leave it to those better spoken and creative to make their points on the matter.
Written By Mydas
Dec. 22, 2016, 1:12 p.m.(6/15/1005 AR)
I wrote of beauty earlier, without giving definitions beyond the broad strokes of paint meant to inspire rather than state. But perhaps I should revisit the topic, and add my small contribution to the eternal question: What is beauty?
That which elates your heart is beautiful.
That which enslaves your mind is beautiful.
That which silences you is beautiful.
That which draws soulful tears is beautiful.
That which lives among us is beautiful.
And that which we most mourn is beautiful.
That which elates your heart is beautiful.
That which enslaves your mind is beautiful.
That which silences you is beautiful.
That which draws soulful tears is beautiful.
That which lives among us is beautiful.
And that which we most mourn is beautiful.
Written By Mydas
Dec. 22, 2016, 11:16 a.m.(6/15/1005 AR)
If the world's a stage, then we must all accept that all of us, no matter our roles and the lenght of our parts, must eventually exit. All actors know this, no matter how beloved or hated by the crowds, there will come the time for one's performance to end. Yet despite this inevitability, we should not lose hope. These actors enter eternity by marking our hearts, the roles they played forever remembered. And if I may make another comparison to the world of theater, an exit is just another entrance. Though they may have left us, somewhere, sometime, they await their cue to enter once more, and play their new roles with the same passion that earned them their immortality.
Written By Mydas
Dec. 22, 2016, 11:08 a.m.(6/15/1005 AR)
I found some of the flowers and plants I'm meant to take back with me to Arx. Among them a flower of purple hues with a heart of red. I have seen such plants before in the south, but to find one so similar up north was a surprise. Perhaps the seeds found their way here via a merchant, and despite the different soil, the flower was able to make the north its home. A quality to admire. I wonder if the plant's alchemical proprities changed, if its southern appearance is all that remains of its origins. I'll be sure to ask Miss Valery upon my return.
Written By Mydas
Dec. 21, 2016, 9:10 p.m.(6/13/1005 AR)
Let it be known, while I am fully aware of my brother's reputation, attempts to pass off ten year olds as his bastard children are ridiculous. And beyond the obvious mathematical impossibility, I know full well my brother, despite his tendencies, has sired no bastard.
Brother, I expect you not to make a liar out of me.
Oh and if you're all so eager to have duels to restore your mother's, sister's, daugher's or cousin's honour, you're more than welcome to travel to Arx and challenge him.
Brother, I expect you not to make a liar out of me.
Oh and if you're all so eager to have duels to restore your mother's, sister's, daugher's or cousin's honour, you're more than welcome to travel to Arx and challenge him.
Written By Mydas
Dec. 21, 2016, 5:26 p.m.(6/12/1005 AR)
Beauty. How many songs have been written praising the refinement of a noblelady, or the lust-inducing curves of a common maid? And how many more sing of their joyful smile, the coy flutter of their eyelashes, the kindness of their heart or the magnificence of their thunderous wrath? What of the cold majesty so much like the northern mountains? Or the fire of southern summers? So many songs sung. And the only thing they ever seem to find some common ground is the desire to celebrate the beauty that so filled them with passion.
Perhaps as the days darken with ill news, such things should be celebrated. Make the lights that mesmerize us so daily keep the darkness of the coming day away.
Just so long as would-be celebrants realize that beauty can be found in soul and actions. My solitary mention of curves was purposeful.
Perhaps as the days darken with ill news, such things should be celebrated. Make the lights that mesmerize us so daily keep the darkness of the coming day away.
Just so long as would-be celebrants realize that beauty can be found in soul and actions. My solitary mention of curves was purposeful.
Written By Mydas
Dec. 21, 2016, 12:23 p.m.(6/12/1005 AR)
One of the debtors tried to flee. His neighbours reported him and he now remains within the dungeons. I have no intention of being clement to those who would cheat my house from wealth loaned in good faith. The other debtors have by now learned of his attempted flight, and I've sent men to make sure they wouldn't try the same. I have no wish to have anyone executed for the foolishness of one man, but if they believe the Nightgolds are made of a weak metal, they're in for a rude awakening. I will keep and enforce the same delay I gave them upon my arrival. One more week. If they have not found the money by then, then it'll be among their possessions that the House will find direct repayment.
Written By Mydas
Dec. 20, 2016, 11:22 p.m.(6/10/1005 AR)
Marriage. Beyond the debtors, that is what my father has insisted upon the most. It is my duty, one that Sigurd, despite his numerous successes with women, cannot fulfil. It is my own task, the task of the firstborn who must continue the line. He insists that I speak to Nadia on the matter. Hopefully something will happen at the capital to distract him.
Written By Mydas
Dec. 19, 2016, 9:25 p.m.(6/7/1005 AR)
Already I feel limited by being away from the capital. In Arx, I could easily access fellow traders among other noble houses. Walk the streets and you could meet representatives within the hour. Or even higher nobles willing to indulge in trade agreements. Here... Well, I spend my time overseeing the production of whiskey and precious metals, when I'm not hunting down the debtors. Still, I miss the capital.
Written By Mydas
Dec. 18, 2016, 12:10 p.m.(6/3/1005 AR)
It would seem Blitz slipped out when no one was looking. I assume he went to find Sigurd. I'm not worried, the direwolf will be fine. The local clans are causing trouble, I don't think it'll impact my journey home when the time comes, but I might bring Aurum with me nonetheless. Just in case a clansman needs his face bitten off.
Written By Mydas
Dec. 17, 2016, 1:13 a.m.(5/26/1005 AR)
It seems my family's actions has reached me despite my departure. I don't know what Cassius did or did not do, but I find Her Highness Serafine's letter to be exceedingly amusing. Let it be known there shall not be war, unless my cousin Nadia wishes it, while Cassius and Serafine work out their differences. Hopefully this letter will reach them at a time when they've come to their senses.
Written By Mydas
Dec. 11, 2016, 11:46 p.m.(5/11/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Aurora
Clothier. Theater requires patronage.
Written By Mydas
Dec. 11, 2016, 11:44 p.m.(5/11/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Valery
Member of the household. Knows medicine and plants.
Written By Mydas
Dec. 9, 2016, 11:45 p.m.(5/5/1005 AR)
I encountered quite an interesting woman today, Miss Aurora, a masterful clothier. My brother was the one that found her, but after a bit of talking, I made the decision to order a new outfit for myself. Yet, this time, I shall not wear the usual black and gold. We'll see what the result will be, though I'm very curious and looking forward to seeing the finished product.
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