Written By Arcadia
March 25, 2020, 9:32 p.m.(12/28/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Drake
The marks were from a crazed man yes.
But it is still your fault. I shall get your brother to examine them and tell him how Lord Drake led me to be bitten.
It is a worthy tale and should be recorded in a book somewhere.
But it is still your fault. I shall get your brother to examine them and tell him how Lord Drake led me to be bitten.
It is a worthy tale and should be recorded in a book somewhere.
Written By Arcadia
March 21, 2020, 6:14 a.m.(12/19/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Rysen
Sometimes, a blessing feels like a curse.
I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.
I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.
Written By Arcadia
March 8, 2020, 5:41 a.m.(11/21/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Thea
Thank you for being a friend. For your lack of judgement and clear head. Even if you did send my child candy and a puppy.
Written By Arcadia
March 6, 2020, 5:35 a.m.(11/17/1012 AR)
Every morning I wake to the titterings about war. The excited murmurings of Crusades and freedom and each day I further question our decisions and choices and to where it will lead us.
Since Prism asked for our promises I have found myself thinking more on the subject of slavery and freedom. We've been asked to break the chains and forgive, but how far should our forgiveness go? Should we forgive the slavers who show no remorse for what they did? We have promised Prism without much thought. I wonder how many had thought of ending slavery before Prism asked us too.
I also wonder about who will be fought. Will the people of Eurus send battle hardened soldiers? Or will they be slaves with no free will in this fight? Also, does making the Eurus kneel to us take away their freedoms?
My house has promised to end slavery and we will aid where we can. I just hope that with all this fever and excitement for action that we can also take a moment to breathe and think twice before our passion consume us.
Since Prism asked for our promises I have found myself thinking more on the subject of slavery and freedom. We've been asked to break the chains and forgive, but how far should our forgiveness go? Should we forgive the slavers who show no remorse for what they did? We have promised Prism without much thought. I wonder how many had thought of ending slavery before Prism asked us too.
I also wonder about who will be fought. Will the people of Eurus send battle hardened soldiers? Or will they be slaves with no free will in this fight? Also, does making the Eurus kneel to us take away their freedoms?
My house has promised to end slavery and we will aid where we can. I just hope that with all this fever and excitement for action that we can also take a moment to breathe and think twice before our passion consume us.
Written By Arcadia
Feb. 24, 2020, 12:03 a.m.(10/22/1012 AR)
Today was Genevieve's first birthday. I didn't realize until it was bedtime and was reminded of the date.
I am glad she's only one and won't remember this failing on my behalf.
I am glad she's only one and won't remember this failing on my behalf.
Written By Arcadia
Feb. 22, 2020, 4:44 a.m.(10/19/1012 AR)
I do not recommend becoming a human pin cushion. Ouch.
Written By Arcadia
Feb. 18, 2020, 5:50 a.m.(10.372466104497354/14.858101851851853/1012.7810388420414 AR)
Relationship Note on Thea
After becoming ill yesterday morning, Lady Thea took Ginny for the day.
While I don't know if the nanny appreciated the muddy sugar filled toddler who was climbing the curtains, Ginny on the other hand has spent the day screaming for Thea and Finn.
All should send their children to her for the day.
While I don't know if the nanny appreciated the muddy sugar filled toddler who was climbing the curtains, Ginny on the other hand has spent the day screaming for Thea and Finn.
All should send their children to her for the day.
Written By Arcadia
Feb. 13, 2020, 3:34 a.m.(10.008803323412698/1.4929861111111111/1012.7507336102844 AR)
Relationship Note on Tomwell
Tommy. My only other non-scholar cousin in a family full of scholars. The one who taught me to sit in silence at the menagerie to listen to what the birds have to say, who helped me train my bird when I was smaller. Who showed me there was so much to learn by stopping for just a few moments a day.
I should of known something was different when my letter returned unopened. I'm sorry. I wish i had come to visit some more. I wished I could know where you are now.
I will miss you and your unending kindness.
I should of known something was different when my letter returned unopened. I'm sorry. I wish i had come to visit some more. I wished I could know where you are now.
I will miss you and your unending kindness.
Written By Arcadia
Jan. 31, 2020, 4:10 a.m.(8.97891658399471/34.819328703703704/1012.6649097153329 AR)
When I was a child I had a spinning top. I had painted it green and pink and orange. It was garish, but I loved it so much. I loved watching it spin until my eyes and tummy hurt. I loved how I had no control over the thing. I was envious of it's freedom. It was my favorite toy for the longest time.
Of late, I've equated my life to that of the spinning top. That I spin out of control and with all those bright garish colors flashing across my eyes, so that even when I close them, those colors still startle across my mind and leave me trying to grasp each experience individually. I can feel those knots in my stomach and my head ache even as I write this.
There is so much going on right now, and perhaps I am young, naive and inexperienced. Perhaps I am trying to hold onto anything that resembles normalcy for dear life. Perhaps these experiences will be for the better, rather than another experience that leaves me sick to my stomach.
Perhaps.
Of late, I've equated my life to that of the spinning top. That I spin out of control and with all those bright garish colors flashing across my eyes, so that even when I close them, those colors still startle across my mind and leave me trying to grasp each experience individually. I can feel those knots in my stomach and my head ache even as I write this.
There is so much going on right now, and perhaps I am young, naive and inexperienced. Perhaps I am trying to hold onto anything that resembles normalcy for dear life. Perhaps these experiences will be for the better, rather than another experience that leaves me sick to my stomach.
Perhaps.
Written By Arcadia
Jan. 26, 2020, 10:59 p.m.(8.678326306216931/24.98627314814815/1012.6398605255181 AR)
I have cried so many tears over the last few days since my last trip north.
I cry because my curiosity almost injured people I care about.
I cry for what was found.
But I mostly cry for the missed chance of redemption. None of us come into the world evil. As we grow, opportunities and experiences change us. The option for greed and corruption. The lure of power, it is all there and are put in front of us as temptations. Some people can't resist. Some are forced to take that road. But, we should always offer redemption. Our hand should always be open to help someone find their way back.
When we steal someone's chance of redemption, does it put us on the path of corruption too?
I cry because my curiosity almost injured people I care about.
I cry for what was found.
But I mostly cry for the missed chance of redemption. None of us come into the world evil. As we grow, opportunities and experiences change us. The option for greed and corruption. The lure of power, it is all there and are put in front of us as temptations. Some people can't resist. Some are forced to take that road. But, we should always offer redemption. Our hand should always be open to help someone find their way back.
When we steal someone's chance of redemption, does it put us on the path of corruption too?
Written By Arcadia
Jan. 23, 2020, 5:43 p.m.(8.448390376984127/19.109861111111112/1012.620699198082 AR)
Whoever tries Fool's bane knowing that it will induce a three day hangover, is either incredibly brave or incredibly stupid.
This just begs to be tested. Once this hangover wanes.
This just begs to be tested. Once this hangover wanes.
Written By Arcadia
Jan. 21, 2020, 5:18 a.m.(8.268563988095238/9.039583333333333/1012.6057136656746 AR)
Relationship Note on Miranda
Lady Miranda.
Legate Ailith introduced me to sweet ginger candies and mint tied in my handkerchiefs. it certainly helped with the nausea. Well some.
Also, better to be a whale than a puffer fish.
Legate Ailith introduced me to sweet ginger candies and mint tied in my handkerchiefs. it certainly helped with the nausea. Well some.
Also, better to be a whale than a puffer fish.
Written By Arcadia
Jan. 18, 2020, 1:19 a.m.(8/2/1012 AR)
It takes a lot to leave me speechless. But today has rendered me mute so many times.
To the anonymous gift giver. The one who favored my house. I want to thank you. The kindness and generosity has left me speechless and dumbfounded. As did the masterful work of master Behtuk.
Thank you.
To the anonymous gift giver. The one who favored my house. I want to thank you. The kindness and generosity has left me speechless and dumbfounded. As did the masterful work of master Behtuk.
Thank you.
Written By Arcadia
Jan. 11, 2020, 4:47 p.m.(7/17/1012 AR)
When I became a countess I was told of the noble burden. That as a leader of a house I must make sure I endure, and end as many hardships as I could for my people. Is it fair to be dressed in fine fabrics and waste money on frivolous things while my people starve? Is it not better to dress in linen and provide bags of grain for those who need it? Since becoming a Stahlben, I have tried my hardest to live by that. Is my choice making someone else's life harder? Have I helped someone today?
Tonight I was told something new. Part of being a noble is to protect those who need it. To speak up against injustice and cruelty. I would of thought that would be part of being human. That when we look into the mirror, when we examine our true selves, are we happy with what we see? Are you content with your actions? Your words? Have you made life better for those considered below your station?
So I ask, are you happy with your choices?
Tonight I was told something new. Part of being a noble is to protect those who need it. To speak up against injustice and cruelty. I would of thought that would be part of being human. That when we look into the mirror, when we examine our true selves, are we happy with what we see? Are you content with your actions? Your words? Have you made life better for those considered below your station?
So I ask, are you happy with your choices?
Written By Arcadia
Jan. 4, 2020, 9:39 p.m.(7/3/1012 AR)
I have been absent this last week or two. a spur of the moment trip to take Ginny to see the wonders of Bonespire and the mountains.
While the snow had not disappeared, I watched her marvel at the splendor that is the wilderness. I saw her pick up all manner of leaves and twigs. She took to patting and chasing any animal that came close enough.
I enjoyed watching the shamans give her blessings and for her to be welcomed by the people. Part of me yearned to stay there for longer. To enjoy the simplicity of life and enjoy the calm the forest brings me but, there is work to still do and I am needed in the city.
While the snow had not disappeared, I watched her marvel at the splendor that is the wilderness. I saw her pick up all manner of leaves and twigs. She took to patting and chasing any animal that came close enough.
I enjoyed watching the shamans give her blessings and for her to be welcomed by the people. Part of me yearned to stay there for longer. To enjoy the simplicity of life and enjoy the calm the forest brings me but, there is work to still do and I am needed in the city.
Written By Arcadia
Dec. 28, 2019, 8:13 a.m.(6/16/1012 AR)
Today I realized I have been married a year. Well, just over a year. What a year it has been.
Any who know me, knows how much I have changed in a year, on reflection it takes my breath away. I came from house Leary, with the blessing of the faith, believing I would spend my days scouting without care. That being a Countess-Consort would be no different from being a lady. I was quickly shown how wrong I would be.
Instead, I spend my days with ledgers, I hide in the library with maps and project ideas. I hear the complaints of my people and how I can try to improve their lives. I have gone on more diplomatic missions and events than I ever thought I would. I have had a child, one I adore to the ends of the world, and lands that I ache to go visit.
Within a year, I have fallen head over heels in love with my new home. With the snow and the trees. With how the smell of campfires always carries on the breeze, from the tribes that remain near Bonespire. How within days of moving, for the first time I felt accepted for who I was and encouraged to be more. For that, I am eternally grateful.
I am so thankful for Lady Volcica who became my sister, to Lord Arik who helped settle me in my early days and guide me on this path, and finally, to Marquis Magnus, My husband, who saw I belonged at Bonespire before I could see it myself, who supports my ideas and choices, who has encouraged me to find my voice.
What a difference a year makes.
Any who know me, knows how much I have changed in a year, on reflection it takes my breath away. I came from house Leary, with the blessing of the faith, believing I would spend my days scouting without care. That being a Countess-Consort would be no different from being a lady. I was quickly shown how wrong I would be.
Instead, I spend my days with ledgers, I hide in the library with maps and project ideas. I hear the complaints of my people and how I can try to improve their lives. I have gone on more diplomatic missions and events than I ever thought I would. I have had a child, one I adore to the ends of the world, and lands that I ache to go visit.
Within a year, I have fallen head over heels in love with my new home. With the snow and the trees. With how the smell of campfires always carries on the breeze, from the tribes that remain near Bonespire. How within days of moving, for the first time I felt accepted for who I was and encouraged to be more. For that, I am eternally grateful.
I am so thankful for Lady Volcica who became my sister, to Lord Arik who helped settle me in my early days and guide me on this path, and finally, to Marquis Magnus, My husband, who saw I belonged at Bonespire before I could see it myself, who supports my ideas and choices, who has encouraged me to find my voice.
What a difference a year makes.
Written By Arcadia
Dec. 23, 2019, 2:05 a.m.(6/5/1012 AR)
Should I find one more book on statecraft or the joys of sitting still hidden under my pillows, my husband may find a strategically placed dog house on his side of the bed.
Why does healing broken bones take so long?
Why does healing broken bones take so long?
Written By Arcadia
Dec. 17, 2019, 7:03 a.m.(5/22/1012 AR)
I have so many people to thank who have helped House Stahlben become a march. The support we received when proposing the move was met with overwhelming support. Not only from our Leige houses, but from others in the compact. I wish to single out Lady Volcica in particular, her passion and dedication and drive brought us here. I would be lost without her.
Thank you to those who have supported us to get here and thank you to those who offer their support for the future,my family is truly blessed.
Thank you to those who have supported us to get here and thank you to those who offer their support for the future,my family is truly blessed.
Written By Arcadia
Dec. 12, 2019, 10:59 p.m.(5/13/1012 AR)
I have never been good at sitting still. As a small child, my mother use to declare that I had ants in my pants. I'm pretty sure that may of been one of my sibling's first experiments. Did I actually have ants in my pants. there was probably a formal presentation I wouldn't sit still for too.
It seems quite comedic that I am now forced to sit still and fill my days with books. I hate it. The blue skys mock me. The laughter on the breeze and the people running past. It seems so cruel. The books are so dull. How can people learn from these? I wonder if there is a more fun way to learn when stuck in a library with hovering guards?
It seems quite comedic that I am now forced to sit still and fill my days with books. I hate it. The blue skys mock me. The laughter on the breeze and the people running past. It seems so cruel. The books are so dull. How can people learn from these? I wonder if there is a more fun way to learn when stuck in a library with hovering guards?
Written By Arcadia
Dec. 10, 2019, 12:13 a.m.(5/7/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Miranda
Please lets go back!
It was like a breath of fresh air. I forgot how much I love exploring. Even if dreadful moths live in scanty lycene panties.
Plus, Lady Mikani said something about worshipping alcohol. Or maybe spirits. I'm pretty sure she meant alcohol. I think that alone needs further investigation.
It was like a breath of fresh air. I forgot how much I love exploring. Even if dreadful moths live in scanty lycene panties.
Plus, Lady Mikani said something about worshipping alcohol. Or maybe spirits. I'm pretty sure she meant alcohol. I think that alone needs further investigation.
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