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Written By Aaron

April 4, 2021, 8:13 p.m.(3/25/1015 AR)

I had my new assistant, Thorlek, cleaning out some of the storage rooms in the back of Sew Civilized. He found what amounted to many boxes of glass. So much glass.

Did Balakay order this? Did I ask him to? I honestly don't remember.

I guess I'm going to have to figure out what to do with all this glass. Maybe it'll inspire me. Or maybe I'll just have Thorlek hide it in the back of the storage room.

Come to think of it, maybe I asked Balakay to do the same thing, some time ago. Hmm.

Written By Aaron

March 16, 2021, 9:44 p.m.(2/15/1015 AR)

It seems Balakay has decided he has grasped all he needs to know from me, despite my protestations otherwise. Really, I think he's just eager for an excuse to get out into the wider world, and I can hardly blame him, having had the same wanderlust myself at his age. He said he plans to head towards Sanctum and then work his way up to Farhaven closer to summer. I wish him well.

I suppose this means it's time to find a new apprentice or two.

Written By Aaron

March 13, 2020, 8:21 p.m.(12/4/1012 AR)

I would like to make a final judgement, if I may, on the artistic question of which is more beautiful, a sunrise or a sunset. I feel I have ample expertise, in both taste and in experience, having seen at least a thousand of each in their fullness.

A sunset is more beautiful. Though there is a flash of orange, red and pink when the sun creeps over the horizon, and a strike of light when its glowing orb crests, casting long shadows through the city, we never quite know when its ended, or what it heralds. The day could be filled with destruction or death. It is a brilliant and wordless beginning, full of hope, but no promises.

In turn, a sunset is a gorgeous, awe-inspiring flourishing end to the day. Whatever the day has been, good or bad, the sunset caps it with a colorful curtain call and the night takes over when all the stretched shadows become one blur of darkness.

That’s when my job begins.

Written By Aaron

Nov. 24, 2019, 1:09 p.m.(4/4/1012 AR)

Spring has arrived and soon work will begin. The schedule for the lighthouse over the winter was to maintain and combat the elements. With the arrival of spring progress can be made.

Written By Aaron

Aug. 1, 2018, 1:40 p.m.(4/20/1009 AR)

Last night I decided to go ahead and get out of the workshop for a bit. Ended up at Grayhope Manor, where I was shown much entertainment as well as hospitality. Some good booze, first off. I hardly even know what a banana -is-, but it turns into some damned fine liquor.

Mayir was there -- I remember him from a commission I did. Still wearing it proudly! Some of my best work, if I do say so myself. Though, between you and me, Scholar, it is the form beneath the cloth that makes an outfit come to the life it deserves. My attendance proved to be a happy coincidence, because...well, I learned some things, and hopefully I'll learn more, and it's regarding questions that have been at the back of my mind for a real long time.

It's so easy for me to get wrapped up in this project or that -- which is all well and good, it's my trade, after all. But I've often wondered, if my curiosity about other things is so great, then why do I hold myself back? I suppose...it has been because I have always be so used to -doing-. Even when a thing did not seem doable. Especially when a thing only seemed doable by the skin of my teeth. And now...

It's the asking that's the hard part, I reckon. No shame in needing help, but damn if I feel it, anyway.

Any rate! There's work to be done, both in my trade and for myself, and when the time comes, I'll ask.

Written By Aaron

July 16, 2018, midnight(3/13/1009 AR)

The week has been a busy one for me. By all accounts the Crafters' Gallery opening was a great success. I am told that Whisper River cut a very fine figure in my work, indeed. I must confess I should have liked to have seen that for myself. I'm grateful to Guild Mistress Joscelin for giving me the opportunity to have my work showcased alongside such other great artisans.

While it's a shame I missed that and the Grayson dinner, it has been for a good cause. I have been working on some sketches for a costume for the masquerade, and I believe I will have a couple ready to send out for feedback.

I confess that it's hard not to just get caught up in looking out over the bay and getting lost in memories. Every now and then, those memories take over, of what I used to be able to do, turning into thoughts of what...isn't, anymore. It feels better to be engaged in something a little more tangible. Needle and thread, stitching through cloth and leather, making new creations...it's a healing thing.

Written By Aaron

April 19, 2018, 4:08 p.m.(8/1/1008 AR)

I've decided I will take on a commission. Maybe two. Is this a mistake? Possible. But it's been long enough and I can feel my fingers itching again.

/Men's/ tailor.

Written By Aaron

April 19, 2018, 4:06 p.m.(8/1/1008 AR)

The Lighthouse renovations are coming along. I find the strangest things...

Written By Aaron

March 18, 2018, 8:53 p.m.(5/20/1008 AR)

Relationship Note on Victus

I have remained silent up until now. I'm just a tailor. But I've been watching from my Lighthouse and feel compelled to say something to be recorded for the ages.

Apologies are meaningless unless they prompt new action.

Abbas Crownsworn (once Thrax) was exiled for his foolish actions, though what he did was in misguided defense of the Compact.

High Lord Victus Thrax has done something ELSE (again!) very foolish without a thought to the safety of the Compact and the consequences we all now face.

What will his consequence be? An apology in a white journal? It's not enough. Is exile too much? Maybe. But this ought not to be brushed off.

Written By Aaron

Jan. 8, 2018, 8:32 p.m.(12/6/1007 AR)

The Lighthouse goes on as it always has, I'm happy to report.

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