Written By Sirius
April 16, 2020, 4:45 a.m.(2/15/1013 AR)
Hello once more, Vellichor,
Or whosoever spirited, kindly scholar that here-in peeks at this letter upon delivery,
I have missed long the opportunity to write to your archives again. I must admit, there's a certain weariness to my being that is exacerbated with the accumulation of days that pass by, where I'm not chanced to put in paper my woes for you, Custodian of Knowledge. It is a strange, odd feeling that has been marinating in me -- as if by some measure, failing to subscribe my doings to your shelves is against my health or, at the least, my hope for legacy,
Either way, it doesn't matter much,
Winter, as too the last, has made a familiar number upon my being. My nose's, seemingly, perpetually clogged. Skin is peeling off of its surface, too -- I've even obtained freckles I knew not to have. A Mercy deemed it natural, claimed the changing heat and cold my skin's constantly exposed to is the perpetrator, but what can I do? A mere few inches too far from any fire is enough to make me feel as if I'm freezing again, and I've never been one of poor constitution. Wherefor that Valardin grit known of my family? It's gone now,
It's just Sirius, now,
Getting cold. Feeling itches on his elbows, his toes quick to get freezing sweat on them too. More lethargic by the day. I nearly fell asleep on my horse last I drilled the men too, doing our eleventh foot rehearsal. Unacceptable. Shameful, too, and I blame the tea. It is not strong enough- it used to be I could sleep only four hours, have a proper cup, and I'd be good for the day whole to tackle its many challenges,
Tea, however, doesn't come as good as it used to. Or as strong. And it matters not how caffeinated I am, my body just falls apart and is quick to hang slack when I need it the most. Must be I'm getting old... coming off of my prime at eighteen, I can already see the white hair prickling out of my chin. My hairline receding. Wait, scratch that; we won't even joke about that. I did have an uncle... nevermind, let us not even summon the memory of Prince Landry.
I hope, perhaps, that in the future I'll have more time to defer to you my woes and worries once more, old wizened Vellichor. Also, worry not about my nose any longer- a kindly flower gifted me a cloak recently. I owe her more than she could know.
Or whosoever spirited, kindly scholar that here-in peeks at this letter upon delivery,
I have missed long the opportunity to write to your archives again. I must admit, there's a certain weariness to my being that is exacerbated with the accumulation of days that pass by, where I'm not chanced to put in paper my woes for you, Custodian of Knowledge. It is a strange, odd feeling that has been marinating in me -- as if by some measure, failing to subscribe my doings to your shelves is against my health or, at the least, my hope for legacy,
Either way, it doesn't matter much,
Winter, as too the last, has made a familiar number upon my being. My nose's, seemingly, perpetually clogged. Skin is peeling off of its surface, too -- I've even obtained freckles I knew not to have. A Mercy deemed it natural, claimed the changing heat and cold my skin's constantly exposed to is the perpetrator, but what can I do? A mere few inches too far from any fire is enough to make me feel as if I'm freezing again, and I've never been one of poor constitution. Wherefor that Valardin grit known of my family? It's gone now,
It's just Sirius, now,
Getting cold. Feeling itches on his elbows, his toes quick to get freezing sweat on them too. More lethargic by the day. I nearly fell asleep on my horse last I drilled the men too, doing our eleventh foot rehearsal. Unacceptable. Shameful, too, and I blame the tea. It is not strong enough- it used to be I could sleep only four hours, have a proper cup, and I'd be good for the day whole to tackle its many challenges,
Tea, however, doesn't come as good as it used to. Or as strong. And it matters not how caffeinated I am, my body just falls apart and is quick to hang slack when I need it the most. Must be I'm getting old... coming off of my prime at eighteen, I can already see the white hair prickling out of my chin. My hairline receding. Wait, scratch that; we won't even joke about that. I did have an uncle... nevermind, let us not even summon the memory of Prince Landry.
I hope, perhaps, that in the future I'll have more time to defer to you my woes and worries once more, old wizened Vellichor. Also, worry not about my nose any longer- a kindly flower gifted me a cloak recently. I owe her more than she could know.
Written By Evaristo
April 16, 2020, 4:16 a.m.(2/15/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Raymesin
Drar gods, why did you not ask me for help?
I would have hired some people to carry everything!
Can not WAIT to shop there!
I would have hired some people to carry everything!
Can not WAIT to shop there!
Written By Jyri
April 16, 2020, 3:43 a.m.(2/15/1013 AR)
I have finally started on writing a treatise on a subject I have spent the last two years of study on. Not two executive years, but when time has permitted. Let it also be noted I have many to thank for their aid in combing through old musty books and scrolls, or sharing knowledge they already had. Though I am sure there is much more to learn, I have a conprehensive enough picture of it to put things together in a coherent manner. I will build on it as more knowledge comes my way.
Written By Cadern
April 16, 2020, 2:54 a.m.(2/15/1013 AR)
Well... that was interesting. A meeting with Emissary Zulana. I can't say I'm sure how to gauge if that was good or bad. But it was certainly fascinating. Though and a good reminder that just anyone can read what's written here. Pity I didn't get more of a story, but sometimes the stories people won't tell are pretty telling. Things that frighten even such people are perhaps not the best things to look depeer into.
Written By Tanith
April 16, 2020, 2:23 a.m.(2/14/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Corrigan
My cousin has the most amazing ability, scholar: he can scrub pots with just his face. He does such a good job of it, I may never let him buy another drink at the Murder again so long as he continues to do so. He can walk right through the doors and there I'll be with all the pots, waiting. Everyday. And after, I'll let him have a drink so long as he can still swallow.
Written By Sydney
April 15, 2020, 10:48 p.m.(2/14/1013 AR)
The peril of making sweeping declarations in these journals is that it hazards the chance at others actually holding me to them.
No, I have not yet ceased to drink alcohol. With all that's going on, I dare you to try it. It's enough that I've reduced the frequency of making an ass of myself in bars, is it not?
It is.
No, I have not yet ceased to drink alcohol. With all that's going on, I dare you to try it. It's enough that I've reduced the frequency of making an ass of myself in bars, is it not?
It is.
Written By Cambria
April 15, 2020, 7:11 p.m.(2/14/1013 AR)
Recently, I received a gift from someone whom you could argue had no reason to give someone such as me anything. It is not an expensive gift, but it is a thoughtful one. In this simple act, the generosity of Gild shines bright, and I am humbled.
Written By Jules
April 15, 2020, 4:53 p.m.(2/14/1013 AR)
On a side note, I saw Caleb yesterday. I'm not sure if it's Lord Caleb or what his exact position is but whenever I see him, it reminds me of Edowyn. That's not to say all kids around that age don't remind me of Edowyn but sometimes I have trouble holding it together but then it's just been a long couple months. Things will certainly start looking up again.
Written By Jules
April 15, 2020, 4:51 p.m.(2/14/1013 AR)
I met Princess Drea yesterday. I don't really know anyone from the Redrain family except in the most vague connection and really this makes sense. She was quite a pleasant sort too, she talked and listened and was quite kind. She seems like she's interested in some of the same things I am, or at least she finds interesting, the things I am interested in.
Written By Corrigan
April 15, 2020, 4:13 p.m.(2/14/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Tanith
My cousin's talking nonsense. Tan's sense of humour's famous Arx-wide, and she's known to give free drinks to people who give her funny nicknames.
Written By Raymesin
April 15, 2020, 3:35 p.m.(2/14/1013 AR)
I need a hand at the bakery, she said.
We need to get the flour delivery in, she said.
Don't wear anything black, she said.
I don't /have/ anything not black, Scholar! And she's only just taken the bakery over, so there was a lot more than just flour to get in, too. From noon 'til dinner time. And there went my day off.
Ah well. At least she fed me.
We need to get the flour delivery in, she said.
Don't wear anything black, she said.
I don't /have/ anything not black, Scholar! And she's only just taken the bakery over, so there was a lot more than just flour to get in, too. From noon 'til dinner time. And there went my day off.
Ah well. At least she fed me.
Written By Azova
April 15, 2020, 2:31 p.m.(2/14/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Carita
You're such a generous soul, Contessa. Anyone who might suggest otherwise is obviously a blithering fuckwit.
Written By Isidora
April 15, 2020, 2:22 p.m.(2/13/1013 AR)
I will say this now. I do not take kindly to those that threaten my family. May the ever watchful eyes of Gloria and Sentinel give you what's yours. All I can say is you deserve what you get.
Yes scribe that is what I wish to say. No I do not wish to say more.
Yes scribe that is what I wish to say. No I do not wish to say more.
Written By Strozza
April 15, 2020, 1:41 p.m.(2/13/1013 AR)
I have been called The Sharpest Talker.
I shall take it.
I shall take it.
Written By Brigid
April 15, 2020, 1:40 p.m.(2/13/1013 AR)
How does one protect themselves in a dream? These are the questions that seem to have been trailing through my mind like bestial footprints for me to follow, a hunting trail to some great den of answers.
I only hope that upon my waking, the dream still remains simply that - unfounded in reality.
I only hope that upon my waking, the dream still remains simply that - unfounded in reality.
Written By Lucita
April 15, 2020, 10:21 a.m.(2/13/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Nina
Sometimes a dose of cold hard realism is needed to save pain and heartbreak later.
Written By Tanith
April 15, 2020, 3:28 a.m.(2/13/1013 AR)
There's a rumor going around that I'm funny and have a sense of humor. It's completely untrue, don't believe it.
Written By Sydney
April 15, 2020, 12:32 a.m.(2/12/1013 AR)
It's always wonderful to hear from an old friend or two - honestly, I'm relieved to hear they had simply been abroad rather than unreachable.
Even I'm not immune to fearing a cold shoulder from a warm heart, so I'm glad it wasn't the case.
Even I'm not immune to fearing a cold shoulder from a warm heart, so I'm glad it wasn't the case.
Written By Esme
April 14, 2020, 10:25 p.m.(2/12/1013 AR)
I just want to say.... accidents happen. Forgiveness is divine.
Also, so are leatherworkers.
That's all.
No, I haven't been drinking? Why do you ask? Are you offering a drink?
Also, so are leatherworkers.
That's all.
No, I haven't been drinking? Why do you ask? Are you offering a drink?
Written By Eirene
April 14, 2020, 4:09 p.m.(2/12/1013 AR)
If it wasn't for Black Journals I would probably explode from all the anger I keep inside of me which I don't vent anywhere else. So thank you, Scholar, for those.
Please note that the scholars may take some time preparing your journal for others to read.