Written By Ashur
Jan. 3, 2020, 7:46 a.m.(6/28/1012 AR)
I was napping at the field of petals at the Lodge when I also had this vision that people speak of in the journals, and I must admit it gave me an unpleasant shiver the like of which I have not felt in some time, even in that peaceable place. If any wish to discuss the matter, I would be most willing. Whence did these dreams come, and why? Should I worry whenever I sight a crow?
Written By Belladonna
Jan. 3, 2020, 5:27 a.m.(6/28/1012 AR)
And so it begins.
The conquest of Isla Visonis was all too easy, giving credence to the old adage of lucky are those who although they may not have riches have many friends. Friends are, after all, the most precious thing.
As we begin establishing Pieros, the Saffron Chains are put on notice that the Compact is coming, and with it the light of the Faith and our touch of Setarcan fire. I take this day to reminisce on my father, after who I name our first great conquest, and thank the people of our isles that have taken up arms to fight in other shores in the name of House Pravus, in the name of freedom and in the name of the gods.
Although my father is not alive to witness the deeds of his people, but I must believe that he would be pleased to see the Houses of the Lycene sea charging into the dark of night to usher a new life of love and song for those who know nothing of it. For now, we are victorious and overwhelmingly so, but our true test does not lie in the shores of the Chains, but in the heartland, where barbarism and evil have taken hold.
The people of the Saffron Chains will be free, and their lives will be touched by the gods. This I swear.
The conquest of Isla Visonis was all too easy, giving credence to the old adage of lucky are those who although they may not have riches have many friends. Friends are, after all, the most precious thing.
As we begin establishing Pieros, the Saffron Chains are put on notice that the Compact is coming, and with it the light of the Faith and our touch of Setarcan fire. I take this day to reminisce on my father, after who I name our first great conquest, and thank the people of our isles that have taken up arms to fight in other shores in the name of House Pravus, in the name of freedom and in the name of the gods.
Although my father is not alive to witness the deeds of his people, but I must believe that he would be pleased to see the Houses of the Lycene sea charging into the dark of night to usher a new life of love and song for those who know nothing of it. For now, we are victorious and overwhelmingly so, but our true test does not lie in the shores of the Chains, but in the heartland, where barbarism and evil have taken hold.
The people of the Saffron Chains will be free, and their lives will be touched by the gods. This I swear.
Written By Appolonia
Jan. 3, 2020, 4:12 a.m.(6/27/1012 AR)
I think I will play another game, but this time it will be a game of answers.
Written By Saya
Jan. 3, 2020, 3:46 a.m.(6/27/1012 AR)
How many feathers can I put on one hat? Well, you know. We're going to find out. Anyone want to take bets?
Written By Monique
Jan. 3, 2020, 2:48 a.m.(6/27/1012 AR)
My sister Marian and I hosted a mud wrestling event together and it was every bit as spectacular as I'd hoped it would be. The bout between Marian and Master Nygard was sublime, and now I know who to turn to when I need to hide from an enraged sister. Not that that ever happens...
The highlight for me was mudwrestling with Princess Alarissa Thrax. I'll leave it to the imaginations of future generations (and current ones) as to why that might be. But it was a beautiful thing.
The highlight for me was mudwrestling with Princess Alarissa Thrax. I'll leave it to the imaginations of future generations (and current ones) as to why that might be. But it was a beautiful thing.
Written By Petra
Jan. 3, 2020, 1:59 a.m.(6/27/1012 AR)
I heard a crow outside my window last night. Or perhaps I dreamed it. A children's song with morbid words lingers in my mind. It would seem I am not the only one.
Written By Korka
Jan. 3, 2020, 1:10 a.m.(6/27/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Sydney
Sounds like you need a drink.
Written By Zoey
Jan. 3, 2020, 12:34 a.m.(6/27/1012 AR)
I feel as though something in the air has changed, but whether it is simply the coming of summer or something more, I do not know.
Thank the gods this babe is coming soon.
Thank the gods this babe is coming soon.
Written By Eirene
Jan. 2, 2020, 10:41 p.m.(6/27/1012 AR)
To my pleasant surprise, not -all- my friends are dead. Good. Some are still alive and kicking and fighting the good fight.
Written By Cambria
Jan. 2, 2020, 9:34 p.m.(6/27/1012 AR)
Human nature is never in need of help when it comes lying to oneself or to others concerning the dark truth of one's behavior. For if there's one thing all men and women share, it's the tendency to delusion.
Written By Rosalind
Jan. 2, 2020, 8:39 p.m.(6/27/1012 AR)
Lady Monique held a mud wrestling event. It was great! What Aella might not find so great? The muddy prints I left throughout the halls. I mean...that I didn't. Was the dog.
Written By Gabriella
Jan. 2, 2020, 7:30 p.m.(6/27/1012 AR)
My dreams have been particularly unpleasant of late. It is, actually, somewhat interesting, if perhaps in the morbid way one feels when they brush up against the fact of their imminent mortality.
Especially fascinating, as stray entries in these very Whites seem to indicate I am not alone in this.
Especially fascinating, as stray entries in these very Whites seem to indicate I am not alone in this.
Written By Valdemar
Jan. 2, 2020, 4:21 p.m.(6/26/1012 AR)
It has been a busy, but rewarding, week of meeting new people and establishing new relationships. I greatly look forward to seeing what comes of it all.
Written By Sydney
Jan. 2, 2020, 1:06 p.m.(6/26/1012 AR)
Let it be known that there are few things more mortifying than marching through the Ward of the Crown dressed only in the small-clothes one intended to exercise in.
In the future, I endeavor to at least don my clothing before storming about.
The stares. The pointing. Kindly purge them from my memory.
In the future, I endeavor to at least don my clothing before storming about.
The stares. The pointing. Kindly purge them from my memory.
Written By Preston
Jan. 2, 2020, 10:52 a.m.(6/26/1012 AR)
There seems to have been some surprise at my presence at a Mirrormask event most recently. There are always Templars at such events, and whatever else I am, I think we can all agree I am a Templar. Why? Because our duty is to protect all who follow the Faith, to protect all our holy places. The majority of the Templars and the Faith Militant are, yes, of the Orthodoxy. As I am. If I can be bold, I might even say I am one of the most orthodox voices in Arx - it is no surprise that the Grandmaster of the Templars might be considered among the leading voices of it. And yes, our style of worship tends not to favour such open doubt as often practiced by Mirrormasks, who tend to come from Lycene traditions. We tend to worry that open doubt might lead people to mistaken doubt. That to revel in it might lead to questions not of oneself, or ones place in the world, but questions about the fundamentals of the world. Those things that should not be questioned.
That event, looked after by Sister Dianna, urged self reflection. And no, I did not participate - I still undertake my consideration of Tehom in private, as is the style I was brought up with - but what I saw was an outpouring of worship for the Gods from the Faithful. Was it the style I prefer? No. But does that invalidate it? No. Because the lines of acceptability are so clearly set by the Faith, we know that all within that is then discussion between friends, between brothers and sisters. And we know that in discussing the truths each of us hold, we might find a purer and more complete truth.
Lycene Liberalism preaches for us to take risks in pursuit of that which we don't yet have. Oathlands Orthodoxy preaches caution and tradition, guardianship of what we have. Grayson Pragmatism urges a middle path, acceptance of realities to allow the Faith to achieve the most good. There are exceptions in situations to these truths. And all three do not hold equal balance in the Faith - perhaps you would expect to hear this from one of the Orthodoxy, which is the largest of the three, but I think the current balance works. Our focus must always be on protecting what we have, those for whom we have an obligation. To do this we need to deal to be able to work with people in real terms, to be pragmatic. And we must, at times, be pushed from our comfort to strive for what we may not yet have, but which can allow us to protect our people better.
The Orthodoxy holds the core of our mission, the foundation of our Faith. I remain devoted to the path it lays out. It remains the style of worship that brings me joy as well as comfort and inspiration. But that does not mean I do not value the input and worship of my brothers and sisters of other paths. Still. To upset the existing balance between the paths would, I believe, be a mistake whatever happens with Great Houses or other Kingdoms.
That event, looked after by Sister Dianna, urged self reflection. And no, I did not participate - I still undertake my consideration of Tehom in private, as is the style I was brought up with - but what I saw was an outpouring of worship for the Gods from the Faithful. Was it the style I prefer? No. But does that invalidate it? No. Because the lines of acceptability are so clearly set by the Faith, we know that all within that is then discussion between friends, between brothers and sisters. And we know that in discussing the truths each of us hold, we might find a purer and more complete truth.
Lycene Liberalism preaches for us to take risks in pursuit of that which we don't yet have. Oathlands Orthodoxy preaches caution and tradition, guardianship of what we have. Grayson Pragmatism urges a middle path, acceptance of realities to allow the Faith to achieve the most good. There are exceptions in situations to these truths. And all three do not hold equal balance in the Faith - perhaps you would expect to hear this from one of the Orthodoxy, which is the largest of the three, but I think the current balance works. Our focus must always be on protecting what we have, those for whom we have an obligation. To do this we need to deal to be able to work with people in real terms, to be pragmatic. And we must, at times, be pushed from our comfort to strive for what we may not yet have, but which can allow us to protect our people better.
The Orthodoxy holds the core of our mission, the foundation of our Faith. I remain devoted to the path it lays out. It remains the style of worship that brings me joy as well as comfort and inspiration. But that does not mean I do not value the input and worship of my brothers and sisters of other paths. Still. To upset the existing balance between the paths would, I believe, be a mistake whatever happens with Great Houses or other Kingdoms.
Written By Miranda
Jan. 2, 2020, 10:44 a.m.(6/26/1012 AR)
When I've gone off to fight enemies, I never really spend much time or energy 'hating' them. They're just enemies of Arx or of my House or of my Vassal or some such. They need dealing with.
But this Butcher?
I could seriously learn to hate this guy. He is so irritating! I mean, just go away already!
... In the meantime, I'm meeting some interesting people who are of like-minds.
... I dunno. Might be too much trouble to think more of him than I would a roach that needs squishing.
But this Butcher?
I could seriously learn to hate this guy. He is so irritating! I mean, just go away already!
... In the meantime, I'm meeting some interesting people who are of like-minds.
... I dunno. Might be too much trouble to think more of him than I would a roach that needs squishing.
Written By Ephrath
Jan. 2, 2020, 8:54 a.m.(6/26/1012 AR)
I woke with a song in my head and the unsettling imagery it provoked.
There must have been a crow outside my window to inspire such thoughts.
Seven and twenty blackbirds,
All set down to die.
Didn't I hear something about dead crows not long ago?
There must have been a crow outside my window to inspire such thoughts.
Seven and twenty blackbirds,
All set down to die.
Didn't I hear something about dead crows not long ago?
Written By Llewella
Jan. 2, 2020, 7:51 a.m.(6/26/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Rey
Over the past year in Arx I have met with several potential proteges. Some where pleasant meetings and close matches, others were far and away not what I was seeking. Or, let us be honest, I was not what they were seeking. That has changed.
This week I met with Lady Rey Laveer. In her I see so much of myself. Her desire to help her family, the need to create art to provide hope and inspiration.
So I am very pleased to write that Lady Rey has accepted my offer of Patronage. I am eagerly looking forward to see what she does for herself and Laveer.
This week I met with Lady Rey Laveer. In her I see so much of myself. Her desire to help her family, the need to create art to provide hope and inspiration.
So I am very pleased to write that Lady Rey has accepted my offer of Patronage. I am eagerly looking forward to see what she does for herself and Laveer.
Written By Juliette
Jan. 1, 2020, 11:43 p.m.(6/25/1012 AR)
1 part rose petals
1 part boiling water
1/4 part dried lavendar blossoms
1 phial of refined alcohol
Combine lavendar blossoms and alcohol in a glass jar and seal for one week. Shake daily.
On day seven, pour boiling water over rose petals layered stop cheesecloth, straining into a copper container.
Tie off cheesecloth to form a rose petals sachet and leave to steep in water 18-24 hours before removal.
Combine rose water and lavendar infused alcohol for a nicely scented wash or parfum.
1 part boiling water
1/4 part dried lavendar blossoms
1 phial of refined alcohol
Combine lavendar blossoms and alcohol in a glass jar and seal for one week. Shake daily.
On day seven, pour boiling water over rose petals layered stop cheesecloth, straining into a copper container.
Tie off cheesecloth to form a rose petals sachet and leave to steep in water 18-24 hours before removal.
Combine rose water and lavendar infused alcohol for a nicely scented wash or parfum.
Written By Saya
Jan. 1, 2020, 5:37 p.m.(6/25/1012 AR)
I DON'T LIKE SINGING. STOP. SINGING. YOUR STUPID BLACK BIRDS DON'T EVEN LIKE PENNIES.
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