Written By Natalia
Jan. 9, 2020, 3:18 p.m.(7/13/1012 AR)
I read through my old journals, today.
It was nearly boggling.
At least my old journals will provide a good object lesson for my children, someday.
It was nearly boggling.
At least my old journals will provide a good object lesson for my children, someday.
Written By Elrych
Jan. 9, 2020, 3:07 p.m.(7/13/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Jenessa
Studios bookworm and scholar. I'd say get out more but who else would do all the reading! I am proud to be your brother soon.
Written By Strozza
Jan. 9, 2020, 11:35 a.m.(7/13/1012 AR)
Eyes in the street.
Watch my back.
Most amusing.
Watch my back.
Most amusing.
Written By Thea
Jan. 9, 2020, 9:22 a.m.(7/12/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Martino
The words that come out of my mouth are just fine. I get the ones from yours wont be the moment we step on the boat. Dont worry, I'm sure one of us will save you from drowning.
Written By Martino
Jan. 9, 2020, 8:22 a.m.(7/12/1012 AR)
The first time that I have been able to attend the Bisland Grand Ball was a delight. Last time, well another took the place of escorting the Little Boss Lady of Pridehall - but Kaia's recovery saw her fit enough to attend.
But to have seen Her Majesty, those around and delightful friends from across the Compact reminds me always of the good side of our City.
Lord Michael did well.
But to have seen Her Majesty, those around and delightful friends from across the Compact reminds me always of the good side of our City.
Lord Michael did well.
Written By Lisebet
Jan. 9, 2020, 8:14 a.m.(7/12/1012 AR)
The Bisland ball was wonderful. I met some interesting people there and enjoyed dancing. I do love to dance. Perhaps we should host our own ball one of these days.
Written By Eirene
Jan. 8, 2020, 6:24 p.m.(7/11/1012 AR)
Within hours of my ship docking, I was requested to assist with experimentation on some shit which is not wholly natural. This was the kind of thing I missed about Arx, using my skills for the sake of the Compact and our allies. Sometimes I wonder why I left, then other times it's perfectly clear why I left and I wonder why in the Abyss I ever came back. But then I look at my kids and I go 'Oh yeah, I want them to have a future.'
Written By Sparte
Jan. 8, 2020, 6:16 p.m.(7/11/1012 AR)
Someone told me, recently, that what we do shapes us. I had argued that a half-truth, that a thing done must have our heart in it to really change who we are. I used the paperwork I do as an example. I take no joy nor pride in my need to do rote paperwork, I do it out of duty, not passion.
They countered my argument. If my frequent use of the pen does not shape me, then why do I write as I do? Why have I spent so much time putting my thoughts to paper, using words wet by ink instead of my own tongue to find the truth of things?
On my shelf, here at the Barracks, rests my journal from where I came to Arx. It was the one I brought with me, from the Fatchforth Farm. There isn't a great archive there, the binding is simple, but the pages sturdy. I reread my entries as a junior guardsmen, and it is so very strange to do. I can hear the voice as I read it, my voice, but so young. Thoughts both simpler and more pure.
I chose never to shelve it in the Archives out of nostalgia. Because it reminded me of things.
Today, it reminds me I always have something new I can learn about myself.
They countered my argument. If my frequent use of the pen does not shape me, then why do I write as I do? Why have I spent so much time putting my thoughts to paper, using words wet by ink instead of my own tongue to find the truth of things?
On my shelf, here at the Barracks, rests my journal from where I came to Arx. It was the one I brought with me, from the Fatchforth Farm. There isn't a great archive there, the binding is simple, but the pages sturdy. I reread my entries as a junior guardsmen, and it is so very strange to do. I can hear the voice as I read it, my voice, but so young. Thoughts both simpler and more pure.
I chose never to shelve it in the Archives out of nostalgia. Because it reminded me of things.
Today, it reminds me I always have something new I can learn about myself.
Written By Miranda
Jan. 8, 2020, 4:55 p.m.(7/11/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Isidora
Everyone needs someone who can design special things for you to make your special day... special.
My someone is very special.
Thank you, Sister-by-Marriage!
My someone is very special.
Thank you, Sister-by-Marriage!
Written By Martino
Jan. 8, 2020, 4:21 p.m.(7/11/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Eirene
I do not think you know that you knew the one piece of information that I have been scouring for weeks in my stack of notes. Now I am tinted with regret for avoiding that family dinner when I was last visiting to sleuth off to the docks instead.
Written By Gwenna
Jan. 8, 2020, 4:09 p.m.(7/11/1012 AR)
Children can often be less than diplomatic and we perhaps learn at young ages that sometimes it's better to keep some things to ourselves lest we be picked on or made fun of for them. As a vaguely harmless example, I used to love apple sauce and rice mixed together when I was a kid. If I'm wholly honest, I used to like applesauce with a lot of things, like on meat, but that's beyond this example. I preferred the sweet and tart taste to butter or gravy and, really, thought nothing much of it. Nor, it seemed, did anyone else, as I had it like that whenever we had rice. Some of my cousins might wrinkle their noses, but that was about it.
When I was maybe eight or nine, we had a huge banquet and there were enough children at this one that they shuffled us all off to a large table all to ourselves. The staff, of course, served my rice the way I liked it, along with the main meal. Some of our visitors, all around our own ages, not only wrinkled their noses, but made all sorts of remarks about my apple-rice. They started calling me Apple Face, among other stupid names, and while I can looks back now and roll my eyes, at the time? It was awful. I wanted to run to my room and not come out until the whole lot of them were long gone. I didn't, of course; my mother would have surely had my head, but that feeling was the worst. I made the staff promise never to serve my rice 'my way' at a banquet again, and they never did.
We guard those little oddities about ourselves, based on experiences like that, and surely carry some of those fears into adulthood. Of being mocked, of being called different. Not all, of course, but no few either. I promise, I have a point! Sometimes we end up crossing paths with people who have a little oddity to them, and I think it makes our own ones seems less...odd, I guess. When you learn you aren't the only one who likes applesauce and rice or, even, discover someone who likes applesauce and rice /and/ ketchup? Your weird feels less weird, because there are others kind of like you, and that sometimes even brings with it a sort of solidarity that you hadn't expected, but are very grateful for. Like you can sit at the table again and no one is going to make fun of you.
When I was maybe eight or nine, we had a huge banquet and there were enough children at this one that they shuffled us all off to a large table all to ourselves. The staff, of course, served my rice the way I liked it, along with the main meal. Some of our visitors, all around our own ages, not only wrinkled their noses, but made all sorts of remarks about my apple-rice. They started calling me Apple Face, among other stupid names, and while I can looks back now and roll my eyes, at the time? It was awful. I wanted to run to my room and not come out until the whole lot of them were long gone. I didn't, of course; my mother would have surely had my head, but that feeling was the worst. I made the staff promise never to serve my rice 'my way' at a banquet again, and they never did.
We guard those little oddities about ourselves, based on experiences like that, and surely carry some of those fears into adulthood. Of being mocked, of being called different. Not all, of course, but no few either. I promise, I have a point! Sometimes we end up crossing paths with people who have a little oddity to them, and I think it makes our own ones seems less...odd, I guess. When you learn you aren't the only one who likes applesauce and rice or, even, discover someone who likes applesauce and rice /and/ ketchup? Your weird feels less weird, because there are others kind of like you, and that sometimes even brings with it a sort of solidarity that you hadn't expected, but are very grateful for. Like you can sit at the table again and no one is going to make fun of you.
Written By Amari
Jan. 8, 2020, 3 p.m.(7/11/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Veronica
I could think of no better acknowledgement of a job well done, as a lawyer, than to be burned in effigy.
It really was all I could do to keep the crowd distracted with Kael, while you and Reigna found the damning evidence at the murder scene, Rohran and Natalia secured the poor woman so falsely accused, and Rane and Apollo rode down the true culprit. It could have had a much more tragic ending without all our efforts together.
It really was all I could do to keep the crowd distracted with Kael, while you and Reigna found the damning evidence at the murder scene, Rohran and Natalia secured the poor woman so falsely accused, and Rane and Apollo rode down the true culprit. It could have had a much more tragic ending without all our efforts together.
Written By Sparte
Jan. 8, 2020, 11:27 a.m.(7/11/1012 AR)
An answer I dared not ask for, given when I thought it safe to ask a different question altogether.
The green snows that fell upon Arx are too easily forgotten. What created them still stirs in the air. The city is not clean, even if some of us have learned to take a bath.
If this makes sense to you, be careful. To look for answers to such things too long is a grave risk.
The green snows that fell upon Arx are too easily forgotten. What created them still stirs in the air. The city is not clean, even if some of us have learned to take a bath.
If this makes sense to you, be careful. To look for answers to such things too long is a grave risk.
Written By Narcissa
Jan. 8, 2020, 9:18 a.m.(7/10/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Juliette
It is a not a habit of mine, and rather a lack of interest entirely, to keep tabs on the Whites.
The recents have come to my attention only because some soul made mention a girl was named after my sister, my sister having only been five years of age at the time?
I am sure the story is grand, and I can assure you with all certainty she was quite accomplished at having learned to pick her nose at the time.
The recents have come to my attention only because some soul made mention a girl was named after my sister, my sister having only been five years of age at the time?
I am sure the story is grand, and I can assure you with all certainty she was quite accomplished at having learned to pick her nose at the time.
Written By Ashur
Jan. 8, 2020, 8:44 a.m.(7/10/1012 AR)
I met a Fascinating and Friendly adventurer recently who inspired the Fine idea of Finding a way to Nefer'khat, together with a Fighter of Fomorians and anyone else intrigued by this Fantastic Fellowship.
Are there any experts on Nefer'khat in the city? I greatly desire to make their acquaintance.
Are there any experts on Nefer'khat in the city? I greatly desire to make their acquaintance.
Written By Rosalind
Jan. 8, 2020, 6:14 a.m.(7/10/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Orathy
I think the horses will rest easier now. I wont have to save them! But how sad for his family to have lost someone!
Written By Veronica
Jan. 8, 2020, 6:10 a.m.(7/10/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Mabelle
What do you mean 'not a scholarly duty'? How can delivering my RSVP to Mabelle not be 'scholarly'? You have quill, you have parchment, you are a scholar writing down everything I say and I need her to know I cannot attend her- what?
Well, yes. Fionnuala is out there... somewhere. Perhaps at a tavern, perhaps with a friend, I hardly keep tabs on her the few times she fails to be underfo- what?
Oh, FINE. You hardly had anything to do anyway, a visit to Mabelle might have been the high point of your day but FINE.
A girl or a bird to send it.
Not a scholar.
Yes, yes, I get it now stop using that tone before I decide you need to learn how better to use a sword and that I am just the woman to teach you.
Well, yes. Fionnuala is out there... somewhere. Perhaps at a tavern, perhaps with a friend, I hardly keep tabs on her the few times she fails to be underfo- what?
Oh, FINE. You hardly had anything to do anyway, a visit to Mabelle might have been the high point of your day but FINE.
A girl or a bird to send it.
Not a scholar.
Yes, yes, I get it now stop using that tone before I decide you need to learn how better to use a sword and that I am just the woman to teach you.
Written By Veronica
Jan. 8, 2020, 6:03 a.m.(7/10/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Reigna
The whole of that village was changed by the steel in your tone and eyes when you called out the corruption of their 'elder' to lay it bare in front of their duped faces, then saw to it that real justice was paid swift and hard. The menfolk may have chased down that murderer and hauled him forth with his pants soiled as much as his soul, no doubt, but the people of that hamlet will remember the sympathetic, empathetic healer turned steely-voiced champion.
It was, as usual, a matter of pride and pleasure to ride at your side as your Sword.
Amari and I will likely be attending their first festival, when they have it, as... guests of honor, of a sort. Perhaps you will deign join us, should it happen.
It was, as usual, a matter of pride and pleasure to ride at your side as your Sword.
Amari and I will likely be attending their first festival, when they have it, as... guests of honor, of a sort. Perhaps you will deign join us, should it happen.
Written By Veronica
Jan. 8, 2020, 5:54 a.m.(7/10/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Amari
It's always a treat when one can witness your lawyerly chops getting tangled up with your willful, 'slap the justice into them' Keaton...ness. That would-be-executioner turned village elder is no doubt arranging, at this very moment, an annual festival which culminates with burning you in effigy. Perhaps we should join next year, volunteer our services as chairmen of the board or grand parade marshals or somesuch.
Written By Felicia
Jan. 8, 2020, 5:18 a.m.(7/10/1012 AR)
I'm not often one to write in the whites, but my valet brought my attention to the Legate of the Lost's moving hymn about the Mother of Beginnings earlier today, and it is glorious.
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