Written By Talwyn
Sept. 26, 2019, 3:14 p.m.(11/26/1011 AR)
Best way to ensure that being in Arx results in something creative, is to set myself a deadline.
That is what the planned performance will do to me. Set a deadline for something new.
That is what the planned performance will do to me. Set a deadline for something new.
Written By Peri
Sept. 26, 2019, 1:40 p.m.(11/26/1011 AR)
House Seliki is donating throat lozenges to the town criers guild.
Written By Esme
Sept. 26, 2019, 12:16 p.m.(11/26/1011 AR)
When there is turmoil, we must hold fast to our oaths and our vows. Limerance is amazing and is the God of love, but love has two sides. While love is forgiving and understanding, it is also punishing. It is an act of love to discipline one's child when they are walking away from the path or becoming lost. It is an act of love to remind people of their oaths and vows and let them decide their actions.
If their actions and choices are to break an oath or a vow, we must remember what that says to the person. It is not lightly that the Gods hear of oaths and vows and it is not lightly that they view them being torn asunder. We must not look at that lightly either. However, all actions are not without hope. For love also births hope and compassion.
An oath of fealty is no less important than an oath of fidelity. They are one and the same of altering levels within Limerance. We know these oaths have been broken before and the God of love still loves those people around him. I would urge all of you to remember that even an oathbreaker is a person. We error because we are human. We stumble in our paths when we think we are walking correctly. It is not an issue to make light of. It is an issue to have compassion and help to charter a course that brings them back to the path.
That is not to say there are actions and times that an oath is no longer valid or not crafted in good faith. If this is the case, then it should be brought up before the Godsworn in Limerance and the Assembly of Peers. This should be an investigation, not an accusation. Not an act of rebellion. We have seen what rebellion has brought us before. It brings change yes, but also bloodshed when that change is not properly followed. I ask each of you in these times to act with patience. Wait. Wait for the answers that are forth-coming. Wait for the Gods to act. Wait for your trust in the oaths you have taken to right themselves. In these times that we wait, I ask that you do so in love. Do not do it in judgment. Do not do it in jest. Do not hold down your fellow man when he stumbles. Do not allow the dark murmurs of pride cloud the judgments of love.
I ask that all that read this remember we have all fallen short in our lives and decisions. We are not without things we too must atone. Do not mock a break in oath. Do not forget that we are also all connected in our Godly devotions. We help each other as we fall. When others stumble we should correct, but we should correct with love and compassion.
If their actions and choices are to break an oath or a vow, we must remember what that says to the person. It is not lightly that the Gods hear of oaths and vows and it is not lightly that they view them being torn asunder. We must not look at that lightly either. However, all actions are not without hope. For love also births hope and compassion.
An oath of fealty is no less important than an oath of fidelity. They are one and the same of altering levels within Limerance. We know these oaths have been broken before and the God of love still loves those people around him. I would urge all of you to remember that even an oathbreaker is a person. We error because we are human. We stumble in our paths when we think we are walking correctly. It is not an issue to make light of. It is an issue to have compassion and help to charter a course that brings them back to the path.
That is not to say there are actions and times that an oath is no longer valid or not crafted in good faith. If this is the case, then it should be brought up before the Godsworn in Limerance and the Assembly of Peers. This should be an investigation, not an accusation. Not an act of rebellion. We have seen what rebellion has brought us before. It brings change yes, but also bloodshed when that change is not properly followed. I ask each of you in these times to act with patience. Wait. Wait for the answers that are forth-coming. Wait for the Gods to act. Wait for your trust in the oaths you have taken to right themselves. In these times that we wait, I ask that you do so in love. Do not do it in judgment. Do not do it in jest. Do not hold down your fellow man when he stumbles. Do not allow the dark murmurs of pride cloud the judgments of love.
I ask that all that read this remember we have all fallen short in our lives and decisions. We are not without things we too must atone. Do not mock a break in oath. Do not forget that we are also all connected in our Godly devotions. We help each other as we fall. When others stumble we should correct, but we should correct with love and compassion.
Written By Zoey
Sept. 26, 2019, 11:09 a.m.(11/26/1011 AR)
The outpouring of love and support from dearest cousin Michael on behalf of House Bisland gives me some much needed comfort.
Written By Miranda
Sept. 26, 2019, 9:09 a.m.(11/26/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Thea
From the Journal of Brenlin, Aide-de-Camp to Lady Miranda Rubino, Voice, Sword, Knight, and Commander of the Gryfalcon Infantry of Gemecitta...
...
I was drunk.
I shouldn't have put it up on the Whites.
The men won't let me hear the end of it.
How will I be able to face my Lady Love now?!
...
I think I'd rather be the Duck Platter Thief than have to face her with her knowing my feelings.
Gods help me.
...
I was drunk.
I shouldn't have put it up on the Whites.
The men won't let me hear the end of it.
How will I be able to face my Lady Love now?!
...
I think I'd rather be the Duck Platter Thief than have to face her with her knowing my feelings.
Gods help me.
Written By Domonico
Sept. 26, 2019, 7:06 a.m.(11/26/1011 AR)
So I am returning by sea to Arx. With Mangata's blessing we should make good speed with the wind in our favour. I wonder what may have happened in the City while I've been in Southport.
Written By Rinel
Sept. 26, 2019, 1:28 a.m.(11/25/1011 AR)
I have been responsible for a great deal of pain, lately. Convalescence has ledt me with little to do but reflect on my faith.
It has become apparent to me that my zeal is a flame. When contained with humility and acknowledgment of the possibility for error, it is capable of wonderful things, for it reflects the beauty and strength of our Gods.
But for too long, I have let that flame run rampant, whipped on by the twin scourges of certainty and pride. I have burnt myself in that zeal. Worse, I have burnt others.
There are things to be certain of. The goodness of our Gods. The beauty of the Dream. The power of trust, loyalty, friendship, love. One can stand firm against an unstable world with such truths as an anchor. But so many things I never believed questionable have begin to slip away.
That the importance of questioning should come to me now is a profound irony that is not lost on me.
...I need a priest.
It has become apparent to me that my zeal is a flame. When contained with humility and acknowledgment of the possibility for error, it is capable of wonderful things, for it reflects the beauty and strength of our Gods.
But for too long, I have let that flame run rampant, whipped on by the twin scourges of certainty and pride. I have burnt myself in that zeal. Worse, I have burnt others.
There are things to be certain of. The goodness of our Gods. The beauty of the Dream. The power of trust, loyalty, friendship, love. One can stand firm against an unstable world with such truths as an anchor. But so many things I never believed questionable have begin to slip away.
That the importance of questioning should come to me now is a profound irony that is not lost on me.
...I need a priest.
Written By Wash
Sept. 26, 2019, 12:30 a.m.(11/25/1011 AR)
I hereby declare myself the king of purple onions. All purple onions are now my fiefdom. Witness the authority and power that making a post in the whites gives me.
Written By Wash
Sept. 26, 2019, 12:30 a.m.(11/25/1011 AR)
I hereby declare myself the king of purple onions. All purple onions are now my fiefdom. Witness the authority and power that making a post in the whites gives me.
Written By Sydney
Sept. 25, 2019, 10:19 p.m.(11/25/1011 AR)
Tried my hand at a bit of wagon racing for the People's Tournament. The purse is just too damn appetizing not to make a go of it, and who knows? Figured I might find something interesting along the way.
Came in dead last, but at least I had a hell of a lot of fun doing it. Always good to get my name out there. Drum up more interest in the fights, if I can. The more people are willing to turn up, the more coin there is for the purse. Never a bad thing.
Did I mention the free drinks? Those helped.
Came in dead last, but at least I had a hell of a lot of fun doing it. Always good to get my name out there. Drum up more interest in the fights, if I can. The more people are willing to turn up, the more coin there is for the purse. Never a bad thing.
Did I mention the free drinks? Those helped.
Written By Monique
Sept. 25, 2019, 9:14 p.m.(11/24/1011 AR)
There are a refreshing number of people willing to put themselves in harm's way for excitement and entertainment (and prizes, though I think that is not the chief motivator)! I'm in awe of them.
Written By Thea
Sept. 25, 2019, 9:13 p.m.(11/24/1011 AR)
When your secret admirer isnt so secret anymore. And here I thought he found a nice lady friend and was up to the late hours drinking. He was drinking but no lady friend...Explains why his face was buried in his coffee mug today.
Written By Thea
Sept. 25, 2019, 8:56 p.m.(11/24/1011 AR)
Treated a scholar in the stacks today, by a ferocious tiny furball. There is a first for everything
Written By Lisebet
Sept. 25, 2019, 8:16 p.m.(11/24/1011 AR)
I seem to be spending a lot of my days going through old dusty tomes. There are worse things but I may have to find a way out on an adventure soon to counteract this.
Written By Behtuk
Sept. 25, 2019, 5:25 p.m.(11/24/1011 AR)
<Written in Northlands Shav>
This is the story of how I became real. My father met a woman and dreamed me into existence. The very next day he collected the spear that belonged to him, he collected the dogs that belonged to everyone, he collected the salt that belonged to no one, he collected the words that belonged to other people. He followed the words West to the killing grounds. There he sought the Child of Snow, a great beast, fierce and dangerous. It's fur as white as snow, it's eyes dark as night. Its fangs red as blood, its claws, long as daggers. He sprinkled the salt and lured the beast out. He and the dogs slew the Child of Snow. Three dogs died. Then my father collected the fur white as snow and washed it in the Great Ice. He returned to the tribe carrying the fur that belonged to no one, the dogs that belonged to everyone, the spear that belonged to only him. He brought all of these before the woman in whose dream I was hidden. Her two brothers stood by her side. The Children of the Sun and Moon watched from all around. He gave words to the Children. He gave dogs to one brother. He gave his spear to another brother. He gave the fur to the woman. All around, the Children waited to see if the woman would take the fur. I was born the second sun after that.
This is the story of how I became real. My father met a woman and dreamed me into existence. The very next day he collected the spear that belonged to him, he collected the dogs that belonged to everyone, he collected the salt that belonged to no one, he collected the words that belonged to other people. He followed the words West to the killing grounds. There he sought the Child of Snow, a great beast, fierce and dangerous. It's fur as white as snow, it's eyes dark as night. Its fangs red as blood, its claws, long as daggers. He sprinkled the salt and lured the beast out. He and the dogs slew the Child of Snow. Three dogs died. Then my father collected the fur white as snow and washed it in the Great Ice. He returned to the tribe carrying the fur that belonged to no one, the dogs that belonged to everyone, the spear that belonged to only him. He brought all of these before the woman in whose dream I was hidden. Her two brothers stood by her side. The Children of the Sun and Moon watched from all around. He gave words to the Children. He gave dogs to one brother. He gave his spear to another brother. He gave the fur to the woman. All around, the Children waited to see if the woman would take the fur. I was born the second sun after that.
Written By Miranda
Sept. 25, 2019, 8:13 a.m.(11/23/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Thea
... Aides.
I woke up to mine plastered out of his mind, moaning about my lovely second-cousin, Lady Thea Malvici.
The poetry was hilarious. Spouting off these phrases of love.
Cousin, beware... next might be whiskey-laced coffee delivered to you in the guise of flowers...
... Goodness.
I woke up to mine plastered out of his mind, moaning about my lovely second-cousin, Lady Thea Malvici.
The poetry was hilarious. Spouting off these phrases of love.
Cousin, beware... next might be whiskey-laced coffee delivered to you in the guise of flowers...
... Goodness.
Written By Miranda
Sept. 25, 2019, 8:12 a.m.(11/23/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Thea
From the Journal of Brenlin, Aide-de-Camp to Lady Miranda Rubino, Commander of the Gryfalcon Infantry, Voice, Sword, Knight of Gemecitta...
I have been observing My Lady this week.
Such beauty should not exist for it torments the soul.
It leaves you blinded with spots 'fore your eyes.
It drives a simple man to write bad poetry.
Her gold-flecked green eyes that light up in those rare moments when she smiles...
Her soft brown hair that makes you want to caress it...
The way her wit strikes you without warning...
A slender, beautiful blade that kills you...
And leaves you yearning for more...
Lady Thea Malvici... She is perfection.
I have been observing My Lady this week.
Such beauty should not exist for it torments the soul.
It leaves you blinded with spots 'fore your eyes.
It drives a simple man to write bad poetry.
Her gold-flecked green eyes that light up in those rare moments when she smiles...
Her soft brown hair that makes you want to caress it...
The way her wit strikes you without warning...
A slender, beautiful blade that kills you...
And leaves you yearning for more...
Lady Thea Malvici... She is perfection.
Written By Mabelle
Sept. 25, 2019, 3:34 a.m.(11/23/1011 AR)
I think it is time to travel.
If you have any recommendations - you are welcome to write me.
If you have any recommendations - you are welcome to write me.
Written By Caspian
Sept. 24, 2019, 11:28 p.m.(11/23/1011 AR)
So, I just went on a big donation spree. 500,000 to the Harlequins, 55001 to the Deathspeakers, 50506 to The Golden Hart, 50001 to The Court, 50001 to Blackshore. Hope y'all like your money!
Written By Rysen
Sept. 24, 2019, 11:05 p.m.(11/23/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Icelyn
Song of the Master of War
Woe to those who cross her,
The archer of Aviaron's Peak,
Whose arrows soar like falcons
That cut the air with wings and beak.
Sharp are all her senses;
Keen and supple is her mind.
Her courage in the darkest caves,
Yet like the golden sun does shine!
And when the choice befalls her
To play it safe or rise to meet
An opponent huge and hideous
That her wards should stand between,
Without a thought to her own safety
The hero races then to free
Those souls but for her valor
Soon a grisly fate would meet.
Her voice so like a clarion -
A call to rise and run -
And lo! she passed not into light
Till she'd saved everyone.
Such is the heart that beats inside
The Master bold of War
And let the bards yet sing her song
From Bonespire to Tor!
Woe to those who cross her,
The archer of Aviaron's Peak,
Whose arrows soar like falcons
That cut the air with wings and beak.
Sharp are all her senses;
Keen and supple is her mind.
Her courage in the darkest caves,
Yet like the golden sun does shine!
And when the choice befalls her
To play it safe or rise to meet
An opponent huge and hideous
That her wards should stand between,
Without a thought to her own safety
The hero races then to free
Those souls but for her valor
Soon a grisly fate would meet.
Her voice so like a clarion -
A call to rise and run -
And lo! she passed not into light
Till she'd saved everyone.
Such is the heart that beats inside
The Master bold of War
And let the bards yet sing her song
From Bonespire to Tor!
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