Written By Mattheu
Dec. 28, 2023, 10:55 a.m.(6/14/1021 AR)
Relationship Note on Esme
Written By Giada
April 13, 2022, 6:43 p.m.(6/17/1017 AR)
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Walk your path with pride.
Written By Corban
Nov. 11, 2021, 4 p.m.(7/19/1016 AR)
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Lady Esme Fidante is a swifter and more-skilled rider than I, if only by a hair.
Lady Esme Fidante's beauty rivals that of the Whispers of the Compact.
Lady Esme Fidante is clever, as befits a child of the Lyceum.
Lady Esme Fidante is a fine riding companion.
And Lady Esme Fidante makes wagers that, when they break her way, a knight pays.
Written By Reigna
July 29, 2021, 4:53 p.m.(12/5/1015 AR)
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The kinder thing to do is to correct them.
Now I certainly regret not assigning my last White entry to the Blacks as I ought to have. It was an ill-tempered response and should have been better delivered. I was angry, though that is not a proper justification for such a disrespectful tone.
It is a false equivalency to say that you cannot correct bad behavior if you yourself have behaved badly in the past. We are none of us flawless, that does not give us license to act however we wish.
You are correct about one thing. The Duke made a mistake and a grossly public one. One hopes that he returns to his senses soon and apologizes to the society he so freely mocked.
Written By Denica
July 15, 2021, 9:06 p.m.(11/5/1015 AR)
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As for 'winning' affection? Depends on how shallow the person is, I suppose?
Written By Emberly
May 7, 2021, 11:29 p.m.(6/8/1015 AR)
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Written By Angelo
May 3, 2021, 12:43 a.m.(5/26/1015 AR)
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Written By Angelo
May 3, 2021, 12:39 a.m.(5/26/1015 AR)
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Written By Raymesin
Nov. 19, 2020, 3:40 a.m.(6/1/1014 AR)
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You're a disciple of a god he claims to represent in all righteousness, but how that works when he's proven himself faithful to a man rather than the church, I don't know. When he's broken the oath of the Godsworn like that, or at least bent it into some strange shapes, I don't know how he thinks he can represent Limerance as well as the Sentinel and Gloria and all the others. Sanctuary broken, the Cathedral's interior burned, and him sweeping in before Orazio
And if anyone wants to debate whether my goddess is real or not with me, while standing in Death's own city and using Skald's freedom to choose, they're welcome to do so. Me, I'm taking it as a badge of honour that I've been censured by someone whose friends tried to burn a holy sanctuary on their own island with healers and the wounded in it, and tried to kill a whole load of Templars along with Sungreet's own thralls. His censure means I'm walking a bit taller, because I've made an enemy there that anyone should be proud of having.
Thanks for tidying up what I actually said, Scholar. I appreciate it.
Written By Sabella
Sept. 24, 2020, 11:44 a.m.(2/1/1014 AR)
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Well, not from the poem. It just so happened I did send him a poem and now he is dead.
While I am gifted with many creative talents, poetry has never been among them!
I find your poem quite lovely!
Written By Piccola
Sept. 16, 2020, 8:41 a.m.(1/13/1014 AR)
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I feel a reply is warranted to you is fain, even if the matter is on one on which I would not claim a scholar's expertise.
I do not deny the importance of marriage to our people, our culture, and our society. I do not deny the honor that it brings to those who agree to what you have described as a courageous sacrifice. And I do not deny that love is rare and easily torn to pieces.
What I find fault in is how love, for all of its rarity and beauty, seems oft discarded, undervalued, or mistreated.
If marriage is the constancy of the sun rising at the advent of each day, then I say that love is candlelight. I appreciate the security of believing the dawn will come, but I cannot deny the comfort from the flame in a darkened room. Without it, how would we pierce the night? How would I ever see the serene peace of my lover in slumber?
I profess that I may have more in common with the night patrol than the earliest cockerel.
I know you would not forget of love or its importance. I wish I knew more about it so that I would not feel so cold when my bed is empty or the wicks are burned down. What I believe is that, naively or densely, I would rather spend my life holding an eternal flame upon a parapet than to look forlornly from a window at the watch that ends the night.
I think such souls are the rarest and most beautiful of all flowers.
Written By Sabella
July 15, 2020, 9:19 a.m.(8/27/1013 AR)
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Written By Ravna
July 15, 2020, 8:08 a.m.(8/27/1013 AR)
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Nothing. A dream is a dream, is a dream which dreams dreamily. Light is light even through prisms and stained glass. Yeah? No action is good nor bad until that pass, yeah? Until it shines on through a thing, to be made different but only to the eye.
Unless you kick a puppy to death or something. That's bad. Super bad. Like, 'Someone might burn your house down in response.' Bad. Or, I dunno, you trip, slip, and fall into the harbor. Who knows.
Written By Piccola
July 14, 2020, 8:17 a.m.(8/25/1013 AR)
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Written By Santiago
June 11, 2020, 9:38 p.m.(6/16/1013 AR)
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Written By Valdemar
April 28, 2020, 8:16 p.m.(3/12/1013 AR)
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Written By Norwood
March 29, 2020, 12:23 a.m.(1/6/1013 AR)
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Written By Mirari
Jan. 11, 2020, 10:42 p.m.(7/18/1012 AR)
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That love is defined by the one who feels it. However, I still find myself in a contemplatives quandary. When we are born we know nothing. It is our parents or caregivers responsibility to teach us. We are blank slates upon which they pass on their knowledge. Did you know what a cookie was until your mother held one out and said, "Here, little one, have a cookie."
Did you know the color orange until you were taught your colors? We do not know how to read until we are taught our letters and how to put them together. I do not remember being taught the concept of anger, but I am certain that as a toddler when I was throwing a tantrum over having to go to bed I did not know what I was feeling. I am certain that my mother taught me that I was behaving badly because I was angry.
As creatures we know nothing until we are taught.
So if we know nothing until we are taught, but Love is something we define for ourselves...
Who teaches us love?
And are we being taught the right kind of love?
Written By Strozza
Nov. 13, 2019, 6:34 p.m.(3/11/1012 AR)
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I am unsure how I did this, or how I had conveyed that this person was vapid.
We have not yet met to discuss. But I appreciate she has confronted, if by missive, in this matter.
Written By Erik
Nov. 5, 2019, 9:15 p.m.(2/23/1012 AR)
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Though on the topic of thanks I do think I should mention Countess Arcadia. She doubly has my gratitude not only for being a gracious hostess but for extending invitation. I'm also not entirely publicizing this because I'm hopeful for a taste of mammoth.
p.s. - Blanket-Cloaks successful. Next point of suggestion: Rounds of nightcaps in nightcaps for the next time.
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