Written By Cufre
Jan. 25, 2024, 6 p.m.(8/15/1021 AR)
Relationship Note on Claude
Master Claude,
I pray to Death that you can't read this. I hope you've left here wholly and have found the peace of the Shining Lands entire. This here is for me.
It's for me because the first time I wrote about you, in my black journal, it was because I felt cheated by you. I thought you, in a way, had stolen from me. It was the other way 'round, too: you thought I was cheating you, asking you for payment anew on top of a payment made.
It's for me because that anger was strong enough for me to put it down with the Scholars, but the friendship that grew after we both spoke our way of seeing it, after we found the truth of it, that friendship and my thankfulness for it never made it to either journal before now.
I didn't write about our talks in your shop, talks about Skald and about the Queen of Endings. I didn't write about that brandy you gave me, that we shared in place of tea one day. I still have the bottle. I didn't write about your going to speak to the Abandoned on behalf of my family — I really should have written about that, how you came back with tales of the Yorn and of the Kous. I didn't write about you letting me sell your mystery toys in my shop so us Lowers folk had a local shop, a local chance to get them. And I didn't write about the one toy that never made it to a mystery box, the only one of its kind. I keep that one in my family's shop, on my work table. A surprise, an honor, and a reminder, that.
I didn't write about missing you these last few years, about writing to you even though I knew you left the city, about not hearing back.
I didn't write about seeing you, at last, at the camp near Harrow Hall, and how hard it was to say goodbye knowing it would be the last one.
I never got a chance to tell you about the threads of golden light She let me see. And though I can't see them in that way, anymore, I see them now in laughter shared. In hands held, in secret smiles. In discounts offered. In practice fights, in friendly boasts. In stories shared.
Though I can't see them in that way anymore, I know there was a single, bright golden thread that ran from me to Bastion. To you.
I will do my best to look after Lewis, to help him do right by your shop and justice to your training.
I will do better, I think, at looking after Echo. I've no shortage of homes for her to make her own.
If I survive what comes to Arx, I promise I will go to Old Oak and speak blessings for those who died in its fall.
But I dearly wish you were there to speak them beside me.
I pray to Death that you can't read this. I hope you've left here wholly and have found the peace of the Shining Lands entire. This here is for me.
It's for me because the first time I wrote about you, in my black journal, it was because I felt cheated by you. I thought you, in a way, had stolen from me. It was the other way 'round, too: you thought I was cheating you, asking you for payment anew on top of a payment made.
It's for me because that anger was strong enough for me to put it down with the Scholars, but the friendship that grew after we both spoke our way of seeing it, after we found the truth of it, that friendship and my thankfulness for it never made it to either journal before now.
I didn't write about our talks in your shop, talks about Skald and about the Queen of Endings. I didn't write about that brandy you gave me, that we shared in place of tea one day. I still have the bottle. I didn't write about your going to speak to the Abandoned on behalf of my family — I really should have written about that, how you came back with tales of the Yorn and of the Kous. I didn't write about you letting me sell your mystery toys in my shop so us Lowers folk had a local shop, a local chance to get them. And I didn't write about the one toy that never made it to a mystery box, the only one of its kind. I keep that one in my family's shop, on my work table. A surprise, an honor, and a reminder, that.
I didn't write about missing you these last few years, about writing to you even though I knew you left the city, about not hearing back.
I didn't write about seeing you, at last, at the camp near Harrow Hall, and how hard it was to say goodbye knowing it would be the last one.
I never got a chance to tell you about the threads of golden light She let me see. And though I can't see them in that way, anymore, I see them now in laughter shared. In hands held, in secret smiles. In discounts offered. In practice fights, in friendly boasts. In stories shared.
Though I can't see them in that way anymore, I know there was a single, bright golden thread that ran from me to Bastion. To you.
I will do my best to look after Lewis, to help him do right by your shop and justice to your training.
I will do better, I think, at looking after Echo. I've no shortage of homes for her to make her own.
If I survive what comes to Arx, I promise I will go to Old Oak and speak blessings for those who died in its fall.
But I dearly wish you were there to speak them beside me.
Written By Mabelle
Jan. 21, 2024, 11:45 a.m.(8/6/1021 AR)
Relationship Note on Claude
I've never met Claude in person, I do not think, but I have met him through his art.
I know of his meticulous work.
His appreciation to detail.
His talented fingers and his love of creating toys.
The Map of the Oathlands was a project I started as he began making the Oathlands Houses' toys. He helped me complete it with a few small houses he did not yet reach back then. I've placed it at the Dire Bee Lounge to honor his memory.
Rest in Peace.
I know of his meticulous work.
His appreciation to detail.
His talented fingers and his love of creating toys.
The Map of the Oathlands was a project I started as he began making the Oathlands Houses' toys. He helped me complete it with a few small houses he did not yet reach back then. I've placed it at the Dire Bee Lounge to honor his memory.
Rest in Peace.
Written By Savio
April 20, 2022, 3:58 p.m.(7/2/1017 AR)
Relationship Note on Claude
It is my complete pleasure to inform the White Journals of the fine work done by Messere Claude, master carpenter, in his recent construction of a mandolin I had commissioned. The capital city is a favorite haunt of so many talented musicians, and I would encourage all of them to procure pieces crafted by Messere Claude such as they are able. The ash-wood from which my commission is constructed gives the soundboard the bright, articulate response that is exactly what I am looking for in a mandolin compared to a lute, and the body of the instrument is shaped such as to produce the tone and volume I hoped for. I have obsessed with Arvani mandolins ever since I encountered one for the first time many years ago, and this is a lovely mandolin.
I am not Very Picky about many things but instruments are one, and I am well pleased. You should all buy instruments from him.
I am not Very Picky about many things but instruments are one, and I am well pleased. You should all buy instruments from him.
Written By Corrigan
April 17, 2022, 9:51 p.m.(6/25/1017 AR)
Relationship Note on Claude
…and there you have it, the first productive thing I've done in my life - a cheap wooden bench, crafted by yours truly's own hands. Thanks, thoughts and prayers to Claude, Master of Woodworking, for making something of me when all others have failed.
Written By Orland
March 26, 2021, 2:20 p.m.(3/7/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Claude
Thoughts of a host to a Charity Benefit... thoughts of someone lucky to be alive because of the Healers!
In just over a months time, I will be holding a great day of celebration to honor the healers of the Physician Guild and the Mercies of Lagoma.
To my delightful surprise, I already have one art piece submitted! It's a beautiful piece of work, crafted by a carpenter I have not had the grace and honor of meeting yet, by the name of Claude. I did some digging into who he was and apparently he's under the Grayson fealty. He came to the Arvum through the consequences of the Wars that befell the Arvum when I was much younger than I am today. He seems to be noted as a quiet man and I do hope, he finds better days ahead.
If you would like to see his work, it'll be in the Crafters Gallery at the Crossroads Casino. Purchasing of this masterpiece will certainly be available during the Day of Healers, which the actual event is called Shake 'Em For the Love of Healing...
Many thanks to Claude, for his early contributions!
In just over a months time, I will be holding a great day of celebration to honor the healers of the Physician Guild and the Mercies of Lagoma.
To my delightful surprise, I already have one art piece submitted! It's a beautiful piece of work, crafted by a carpenter I have not had the grace and honor of meeting yet, by the name of Claude. I did some digging into who he was and apparently he's under the Grayson fealty. He came to the Arvum through the consequences of the Wars that befell the Arvum when I was much younger than I am today. He seems to be noted as a quiet man and I do hope, he finds better days ahead.
If you would like to see his work, it'll be in the Crafters Gallery at the Crossroads Casino. Purchasing of this masterpiece will certainly be available during the Day of Healers, which the actual event is called Shake 'Em For the Love of Healing...
Many thanks to Claude, for his early contributions!
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