Written By Mae
March 19, 2017, 3:27 p.m.(2/14/1006 AR)
As of this day - February 2, 1006 - Acacia Culler and Calandra Whisper are the two prettiest women in all of Arx, which means they are probably the two most beautiful women in all of Arvum.
But the other day I met another woman, who was tall and gorgeous and her hair was black as a moonless night, but there were shimmers and sparkles in it. Her skin was as pale as mine. She was so lovely, and her voice along was enough to take my breath away.
She also wore the most fancy armor I've ever seen. She talked about the Gods. she is the third prettiest woman in Arx.
Does anyone know the name of this mystery woman? Please write me!
But the other day I met another woman, who was tall and gorgeous and her hair was black as a moonless night, but there were shimmers and sparkles in it. Her skin was as pale as mine. She was so lovely, and her voice along was enough to take my breath away.
She also wore the most fancy armor I've ever seen. She talked about the Gods. she is the third prettiest woman in Arx.
Does anyone know the name of this mystery woman? Please write me!
Written By Mae
March 15, 2017, 10:14 a.m.(2/5/1006 AR)
I renounce my fake title. I don't want to be Prince Mae. I never want to hear it again.
Written By Mae
March 12, 2017, 9:53 p.m.(1/28/1006 AR)
After much consideration, I have decided to accept the role of Shaman of the Lower Boroughs. Please know that I do not know anything about Spirits! But I think I'm going to learn. And also, I'm going to help guide my people as best I can, and that's what it means to be a Shaman. Or so I'm told.
I will *NOT* be renouncing any other titles to accept this new one.
I will *NOT* be renouncing any other titles to accept this new one.
Written By Mae
March 9, 2017, 2:43 p.m.(1/22/1006 AR)
I've been told pretending to be a noble is a crime. Am I a criminal?
Written By Mae
March 4, 2017, 3:02 p.m.(1/12/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Magden
Dear Miss Magden,
I was a commoner once. While I understand we nobles must handle much stress, such as saying putrid words like "I'm sorry", I would caution that being common will cut into your le- leizure time muchly.
I do hope you find yourself a warm place to sleep! Might I suggest you collect Black Mountain adverts and use them to line your bed? It will help keep away the shivers, and keep the hay from poking you.
Sincerely,
Prince Mae Culler
I was a commoner once. While I understand we nobles must handle much stress, such as saying putrid words like "I'm sorry", I would caution that being common will cut into your le- leizure time muchly.
I do hope you find yourself a warm place to sleep! Might I suggest you collect Black Mountain adverts and use them to line your bed? It will help keep away the shivers, and keep the hay from poking you.
Sincerely,
Prince Mae Culler
Written By Mae
March 4, 2017, 2:48 p.m.(1/12/1006 AR)
Luca Velenosa has given me his title. I am now Prince Mae, High Lord of the Lower Boroughs.
I swear to my people my rein will be as long as it is just.
My first act as High Lord will be to have all of Velenosa's shipments of candy and sweet wines directed to me, personally.
Prince Mae Culler
High Lord of the Lower Boroughs
I swear to my people my rein will be as long as it is just.
My first act as High Lord will be to have all of Velenosa's shipments of candy and sweet wines directed to me, personally.
Prince Mae Culler
High Lord of the Lower Boroughs
Written By Mae
March 4, 2017, 1:41 a.m.(1/11/1006 AR)
I have been asked to join the Heart in Hand charity group. I'm not entirely sure what all it does, but I trust Princess Sophie to not steer me wrong. It was a bit strange that I had to sign so much paperwork. Is paperwork a Thraxian custom? Whatever the case, I am excited! Hopefully we can start to make some lasting changes.
Written By Mae
Feb. 26, 2017, 2:47 p.m.(12/28/1005 AR)
Only one person responded to my very genuine and very nice request to assist the nobility in understanding all the matters they simply do not! That's ok. I've set out on my own to bend ears.
I am pleased to say that Lord Regent Gabriel seemed inclined to provide some resources to the Lower Boroughs, to help us through the coming winter. It's not a solution to all our problems. It's not a permanent fix. I didn't even try to bring up any sort of more complicated matters, not because I felt I could not, but because it was not the time and place.
What's most important is that the Regent seems inclined to help.
Gods willing, he will continue to help.
I am pleased to say that Lord Regent Gabriel seemed inclined to provide some resources to the Lower Boroughs, to help us through the coming winter. It's not a solution to all our problems. It's not a permanent fix. I didn't even try to bring up any sort of more complicated matters, not because I felt I could not, but because it was not the time and place.
What's most important is that the Regent seems inclined to help.
Gods willing, he will continue to help.
Written By Mae
Feb. 23, 2017, 10:40 a.m.(12/22/1005 AR)
Dear nobility of Arx,
It has come to my attention that many of you do not know what has been happening in the Boroughs. That you don't even know what life in the Boroughs is like. It makes sense. How could you know of a place you've never been?
It has also come to my attention that many of you all like me for some reason.
So, if any of you are seeking a conversation with a lowly Boroughs girl, I am easily coaxed into conversation over a hot meal and nice tea.
I'm serious! I like talking. I like it when you all are informed.
Sincerely,
Mae Culler
It has come to my attention that many of you do not know what has been happening in the Boroughs. That you don't even know what life in the Boroughs is like. It makes sense. How could you know of a place you've never been?
It has also come to my attention that many of you all like me for some reason.
So, if any of you are seeking a conversation with a lowly Boroughs girl, I am easily coaxed into conversation over a hot meal and nice tea.
I'm serious! I like talking. I like it when you all are informed.
Sincerely,
Mae Culler
Written By Mae
Feb. 21, 2017, 10:38 a.m.(12/18/1005 AR)
I posted up a note about needing new boots. Since I'm sure everyone was curious, yes, I have new boats! And a better cloak. I am now a warm Mae. Warm as I could hope for. It was only commoners that reached out to me. Does that mean something? I'm sure it does. Thankfully, we have a commoner as our Dominus, and he is going to take care of us!
Written By Mae
Feb. 19, 2017, 9:09 p.m.(12/14/1005 AR)
The worst kind of games are the ones where no one explains the rules, and then when you ask if you're winning, they all snicker. Still, I am confident that I was winning, and will continue to win!
Written By Mae
Feb. 17, 2017, 6:21 p.m.(12/10/1005 AR)
Can I declare myself a shav refuge and get some of this charity? Maybe some new boots? My feet are cold.
Written By Mae
Feb. 17, 2017, 1:14 a.m.(12/9/1005 AR)
*Posted up is a picture, a rather basic one, done with charcoal stick on cheap paper. It features two stick figures, one whose torso is a circle, and one that's long and slender. Both stick figures have long hair, though the artist has taken the time to find some reddish color to smudge onto the flowing locks of the slender figure. Between the two figures is the rough shape of a bird, though it has human arms. The arms have a fair bit more detail to them, with actual substance and clear muscle. One of those arms has a hand curled into a fist, and that fist is flying right at the face of the fat stick figure. The fat stick figure is smiling. Overhead, there's clouds. Beneath it all is written...*
To: Acacia
With love,
Mae
To: Acacia
With love,
Mae
Written By Mae
Sept. 25, 2016, 1:36 p.m.(9/3/1004 AR)
Right, right, I'll try to slow down my talking. Start over. This slow enough for you? Feck it's like they don't train you scholars for folks as talk a little faster than the rest.
So I'm doing this thing right and there was extra in it for me if I could do it before the next mark on that thrice-damned candle the cull uses to make sure I'm not like popping into pastry shops along the way or something I don't even know what he thinks I do but it doesn't seem to be 'oh Mae is a professional who goes and does just what she's been hired to which is run and hand this thing to that cull and she's been doing this for years now maybe I ought to believe she's doing what she's good at the way she's good at it instead of giving her those feckin black looks like she's shit-dipped gutter trash that wrapped itself in clothes to pretend to be a girl'
Where was I?
Right.
So I was doing the thing I do and do well been over those roofs more times than I have hairs on my head when I hit this patch of leavings from a hawk-struck pigeon and wouldn't you know it I go down over the shingles like a merc chasing knights and my shirt's rucked up to my neck in the back and my ass is feeling like Ol' Dan's mule kicked back and caught me like when I was wee and used to tweak its tail to make him bray.
You're getting faster at this that's good. Keep up, boyo.
So I hit the edge and it's one of them curvy roofs like the fancies prefer to make their houses look like jewelry because feck they can't touch a damned thing without shouting to the gods 'look what good feckin taste I've got how many pantheon points does that win me' and I dunno if you've ever tried catching the lip of something that swoops up after a hard drop when you're going full speed because your boot soles are slicked with pigeon offal but it's hard, cully.
What I'm saying is I went flying. Wasn't the first time but usually it's just because I'm trying for height and making a jump right?
Sure, sure, I'm getting to the point keep your sandals on.
So there I am pretending to be the damned pigeon that got me in this mess even got its feathers stuck to my ass and thanks be to the powers there was this carriage coming and I rolled in the air because feck that, Mae's no pigeon, I'm a bloody hawk, and I came down on top it sweet as you please with just the littlest bit of thump so soft and light not even the coachman looked around but the horses were wise to me and took off running like their tails were on fire and that's how I caught a ride up-Borough to deliver Sir By the First Mark in my Feckin Candle Mae You Hear Me Girl's missive to the actress he's hoping to swive in half the time I ever made before on that run.
She tipped me good too.
So I'm doing this thing right and there was extra in it for me if I could do it before the next mark on that thrice-damned candle the cull uses to make sure I'm not like popping into pastry shops along the way or something I don't even know what he thinks I do but it doesn't seem to be 'oh Mae is a professional who goes and does just what she's been hired to which is run and hand this thing to that cull and she's been doing this for years now maybe I ought to believe she's doing what she's good at the way she's good at it instead of giving her those feckin black looks like she's shit-dipped gutter trash that wrapped itself in clothes to pretend to be a girl'
Where was I?
Right.
So I was doing the thing I do and do well been over those roofs more times than I have hairs on my head when I hit this patch of leavings from a hawk-struck pigeon and wouldn't you know it I go down over the shingles like a merc chasing knights and my shirt's rucked up to my neck in the back and my ass is feeling like Ol' Dan's mule kicked back and caught me like when I was wee and used to tweak its tail to make him bray.
You're getting faster at this that's good. Keep up, boyo.
So I hit the edge and it's one of them curvy roofs like the fancies prefer to make their houses look like jewelry because feck they can't touch a damned thing without shouting to the gods 'look what good feckin taste I've got how many pantheon points does that win me' and I dunno if you've ever tried catching the lip of something that swoops up after a hard drop when you're going full speed because your boot soles are slicked with pigeon offal but it's hard, cully.
What I'm saying is I went flying. Wasn't the first time but usually it's just because I'm trying for height and making a jump right?
Sure, sure, I'm getting to the point keep your sandals on.
So there I am pretending to be the damned pigeon that got me in this mess even got its feathers stuck to my ass and thanks be to the powers there was this carriage coming and I rolled in the air because feck that, Mae's no pigeon, I'm a bloody hawk, and I came down on top it sweet as you please with just the littlest bit of thump so soft and light not even the coachman looked around but the horses were wise to me and took off running like their tails were on fire and that's how I caught a ride up-Borough to deliver Sir By the First Mark in my Feckin Candle Mae You Hear Me Girl's missive to the actress he's hoping to swive in half the time I ever made before on that run.
She tipped me good too.
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