Written By Ravna
April 25, 2020, 7:25 p.m.(3/6/1013 AR)
All this talk of demons, and monsters, and terrible things...no one has ever thought to ask: Where did the birds go?
Written By Jules
April 25, 2020, 4:55 p.m.(3/6/1013 AR)
I have a tendency to call the babies mutant tyrant gnomes to be funny to Svana. Yesterday she said they're not mutants to which I stated, "Fine, they're tyrant gnomes." Someone else happened to hear about the gnomes and mistook it as me knowing gnomes. It was hilarious but I best be careful if gnomes exist, they might take offense at the comparison.
Written By Alrigo
April 25, 2020, 3:13 p.m.(3/6/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Alexio
Little cousin. One with the brains to his brother and eyes on the prize we both admire. Went by his shop today and it's looking great. Donatti name everywhere. They'll remember us for that cousin.
Written By Alrigo
April 25, 2020, 3:07 p.m.(3/6/1013 AR)
Well, the morning today was spent unloading a boat that I loaded that ended up turned back. It's like the day started itself all over again but backwards. Now hearing that since it didn't leave the docks far enough, it's not a different job? Not sure on that one.
Written By Lonzio
April 25, 2020, 11:04 a.m.(3/6/1013 AR)
I have arrived in the capital. It is my every intent to become indespensible to my house or a more notable faction, with a position well suited for my talents, and then find an appropriate bride to carry on the family name.
Written By Shard
April 25, 2020, 5:06 a.m.(3/5/1013 AR)
If you go far enough into the Everwinter, the seasons are strange. ...And there are seasons, though sometimes it's hard to tell them apart from each other. In the summer, the days get longer and longer, but far longer than they get down here, or even down near the Bonespire. They get so long that for at least one day, there's simply no night at all. It's damned hard to figure out when anything is; mostly we just knew to sleep when we were tired. We only spent a few winters that far north, only when we had to, because Winter itself rules there, and Winter is a king that has never known mercy. But in winter, the nights eat the day instead, getting longer and longer until the sun simply doesn't rise. That's when you huddle into as many furs as you have, you crowd around a fire and you hope that you have enough things to burn to last until light comes again. It's also good to hope nothing comes to eat you during that night, because everything is hungry in the Everwinter and a fire draws attention. It's not always enough to keep predators away.
It doesn't snow as much as you'd think, either. It's usually the wind biting at you and pulling the snow up with it. But when it does snow, it's a raging storm, and all you can do is try to hide from it. Only idiots stand outside when that happens. Those idiots turn blue and die.
You see the lights a lot more often in the Everwinter. They'll dance across the stars. We used to have a lot of stories about what the lights were, though I doubt any of them are actually true. But you never know. There are much stranger things in the North.
It doesn't snow as much as you'd think, either. It's usually the wind biting at you and pulling the snow up with it. But when it does snow, it's a raging storm, and all you can do is try to hide from it. Only idiots stand outside when that happens. Those idiots turn blue and die.
You see the lights a lot more often in the Everwinter. They'll dance across the stars. We used to have a lot of stories about what the lights were, though I doubt any of them are actually true. But you never know. There are much stranger things in the North.
Written By Mirari
April 25, 2020, 3:40 a.m.(3/5/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Costas
"My darkling love."
I found one of your letters today. The faintest of traces of your tobacco laced cologne wafted up from the page like a ghost appearing. Or, perhaps, a memory coming to life. I prefer the ghost analogy for you are haunting me lately.
I was your darkling love. It wasn't just that that is what you called me but because that's what we made each other.
I have known envy only once in my life, and it was watching you, with the utmost care, take my duchess' hand and place a kiss upon her palm. Never before nor since have I wanted something that someone else had.
I never asked what caused you to end your affair. I would like to say that I assumed it was why all relationships between commoners and nobles eventually end... But the truth is that I did not care.
I cared only that you would be mine. And, if I am being honest, I still don't care.
I know I said would I cut out your heart if you ever hurt me-- but it was a joke. I don't care where you have gotten off to. I care only to be your darkling love again.
Come home to me.
I found one of your letters today. The faintest of traces of your tobacco laced cologne wafted up from the page like a ghost appearing. Or, perhaps, a memory coming to life. I prefer the ghost analogy for you are haunting me lately.
I was your darkling love. It wasn't just that that is what you called me but because that's what we made each other.
I have known envy only once in my life, and it was watching you, with the utmost care, take my duchess' hand and place a kiss upon her palm. Never before nor since have I wanted something that someone else had.
I never asked what caused you to end your affair. I would like to say that I assumed it was why all relationships between commoners and nobles eventually end... But the truth is that I did not care.
I cared only that you would be mine. And, if I am being honest, I still don't care.
I know I said would I cut out your heart if you ever hurt me-- but it was a joke. I don't care where you have gotten off to. I care only to be your darkling love again.
Come home to me.
Written By Jules
April 25, 2020, 1:52 a.m.(3/5/1013 AR)
I met Lord Rysen's uncle today. He seems like the type of man who I ought to find some way to help but it's always difficult to find a way to really help people in a helpful way.
Written By Mabelle
April 25, 2020, 12:47 a.m.(3/5/1013 AR)
Who knew bad singing can win a snowball fight?
Perhaps we should introduce it as new distraction strategy for war.
Perhaps we should introduce it as new distraction strategy for war.
Written By Brigid
April 25, 2020, 12:43 a.m.(3/5/1013 AR)
Soul filled offerings, brutal murders, fierce animalistic attacks on villages, and now a whirlpool - goodness, is there anything else?
Written By Sydney
April 25, 2020, 12:36 a.m.(3/5/1013 AR)
Well, tonight is not at all how I imagined it would be! Snowball fights, and I was too dressed up to even participate.
If nothing else, I proved to myself that I'm capable of wearing a dress without much of anyone batting an eyelash.
... I suppose that will do.
If nothing else, I proved to myself that I'm capable of wearing a dress without much of anyone batting an eyelash.
... I suppose that will do.
Written By Miranda
April 24, 2020, 10:15 p.m.(3/5/1013 AR)
Whirpools and rain in Winter....
Two years ago... or was it three, didn't we have funny colored snow?
Interesting.
Is this a pattern? Every other year, weirdness happens?
Two years ago... or was it three, didn't we have funny colored snow?
Interesting.
Is this a pattern? Every other year, weirdness happens?
Written By Elgana
April 24, 2020, 8:49 p.m.(3/4/1013 AR)
I am so glad so many came out to celebrate what makes Redrain, well, Redrain! The second running of the Tankard Run was a smashing success. We had quite a few runners and watching them make their way up and down the course was thrilling. In the end, High Lord Victus Thrax took first place followed by Lord Rysen Crovane in second, and the third-place spot taken up by the impressive Lady Katya Grimhall. Lady Katya is one to watch out for! I've not seen such spirit in someone not of the northlands in some time.
Of course, I can't go without thanking those tireless people who lent their aid to this year's Taste of Arx--Lord Rysen, Lady Brianna, and my beloved sister, Helena. Each made such wonderful contributions to the event, be it a game or just showcasing their talent. But on top of that, there was also my favorite cousin Gwenna who lent her aid in the form of adorable cow plushies! I am truly blessed to have such wonderful family and friends within the fealty.
It is my fondest hope that everyone left with pleasant memories and perhaps a new friend or two made. Princess Sabella was wise to want to put this on again, for it is important to be reminded of what makes this Compact so special. I look forward to passing on the baton to someone else if there is to be a third Taste of Arx, it'll be nice to see what someone else can do.
Of course, I can't go without thanking those tireless people who lent their aid to this year's Taste of Arx--Lord Rysen, Lady Brianna, and my beloved sister, Helena. Each made such wonderful contributions to the event, be it a game or just showcasing their talent. But on top of that, there was also my favorite cousin Gwenna who lent her aid in the form of adorable cow plushies! I am truly blessed to have such wonderful family and friends within the fealty.
It is my fondest hope that everyone left with pleasant memories and perhaps a new friend or two made. Princess Sabella was wise to want to put this on again, for it is important to be reminded of what makes this Compact so special. I look forward to passing on the baton to someone else if there is to be a third Taste of Arx, it'll be nice to see what someone else can do.
Written By Iseulet
April 24, 2020, 8 p.m.(3/4/1013 AR)
Why is it that a woman can see from a distance what a man cannot see close?
Written By Tanith
April 24, 2020, 4:01 p.m.(3/4/1013 AR)
Anyone who's pulled a drain knows what a whirlpool -normally- means. I am concerned, scholar. Very concerned.
Written By Raymesin
April 24, 2020, 3:46 p.m.(3/4/1013 AR)
So if there's a whirlpool - where's all that water going, Scholar?
Are we looking at the Lowers lifting up by a few hundred feet? I mean, we know scum rises, we've got plenty of proof of that right now, so I reckon it's about time the Boroughs looked out over the Wards.
Are we looking at the Lowers lifting up by a few hundred feet? I mean, we know scum rises, we've got plenty of proof of that right now, so I reckon it's about time the Boroughs looked out over the Wards.
Written By Rosalind
April 24, 2020, 11:52 a.m.(3/4/1013 AR)
Redrain throws the best contests! Running with drinks on your head! Genius! Long live the north!
Written By Rosalind
April 24, 2020, 11:51 a.m.(3/4/1013 AR)
It isn't spring. Or fall! What the hells is going on with this crazy weather?!
Written By Delilah
April 24, 2020, 11:09 a.m.(3/4/1013 AR)
Sometimes it is questionable to fight against our human nature. Rather stronger to embrace it.
Written By Cassima
April 24, 2020, 10:13 a.m.(3/3/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Victus
Cousin,
Based on your writing, I do not think crowds are your problem. Indeed, if memory serves, you have not historically required crowds for the inception of a hangover.
May I recommend a low, regular consumption of alcohol throughout the day as opposed to drinking your daily rations in a confined period of time? There is a mathematical formula that demonstrates decreased impact of an action if spread over time that I am happy to share with you, if you would like.
Based on your writing, I do not think crowds are your problem. Indeed, if memory serves, you have not historically required crowds for the inception of a hangover.
May I recommend a low, regular consumption of alcohol throughout the day as opposed to drinking your daily rations in a confined period of time? There is a mathematical formula that demonstrates decreased impact of an action if spread over time that I am happy to share with you, if you would like.
Please note that the scholars may take some time preparing your journal for others to read.