Written By Augustus
July 19, 2018, 1:42 a.m.(3/20/1009 AR)
I was, perhaps, expecting more geological conversation when I decided to venture out to the Shrine of Jayus for their 'Let's Talk Rocks' seminar.
While the conversation was more about using rocks than studying them, I came away with new knowledge and that is never a bad thing.
I believe I already have a design in mind for my own painted rock.
While the conversation was more about using rocks than studying them, I came away with new knowledge and that is never a bad thing.
I believe I already have a design in mind for my own painted rock.
Written By Augustus
July 17, 2018, 11:55 a.m.(3/16/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Reese
Adequate woman, one of Tommen's. Unsure of herself, to be expected. Apparently not the adored princess she expected to be. Life is tough, get tougher. Might be able to advise in the future, when she is less shadow and more self.
Written By Augustus
July 16, 2018, 9:43 a.m.(3/14/1009 AR)
I found a cat eating a rat this morning. This would not be anything worthy of note except that this was happening on my chest, causing me to wake and find myself confronted with the business end of a cat's posterior.
That's certainly a statement of the day's tidings.
That's certainly a statement of the day's tidings.
Written By Augustus
July 15, 2018, 10:47 a.m.(3/12/1009 AR)
The gods, or whomever arbitrate such things, have decided to test us it seems.
More specifically me. They've decided to test me.
Who in their right minds could consider silk and cotton - no matter how well refined - to be even close to equivalent?
More specifically me. They've decided to test me.
Who in their right minds could consider silk and cotton - no matter how well refined - to be even close to equivalent?
Written By Augustus
July 15, 2018, 8:40 a.m.(3/12/1009 AR)
The city is still as it always has been, and yet so much about the people within has changed. The air is clouded with a sinister mass as if one has burnt all that is good and the smoke of that burning still lingers. This could, of course, simply be my reaction to leaving my quiet, peaceful life in the countryside to return to the hub-bub of cosmopolitan life. I am grateful, at least, that the Grayson Estate gardens remain as startlingly beautiful as ever.
Naturally with so many of my kin lost to us, it feels more bittersweet to sit there now. So often I would advise or counsel my young granddaughter or my great-niece in those gardens... I am not one prone to emotional over-reaction, but I cannot help but feel mournful among the shrubbery.
I certainly hope this feeling will ease. There's much to be done.
Naturally with so many of my kin lost to us, it feels more bittersweet to sit there now. So often I would advise or counsel my young granddaughter or my great-niece in those gardens... I am not one prone to emotional over-reaction, but I cannot help but feel mournful among the shrubbery.
I certainly hope this feeling will ease. There's much to be done.
Written By Augustus
Nov. 27, 2016, 11:55 a.m.(3/24/1005 AR)
I have been so incredibly busy these last few weeks that I've hardly had time to write in this journal.
Don't start with me about 'honouring the gods' or any of that claptrap. I write when and what I wish when I wish it - if a god is so concerned with what I'm writing, he can do it for me, I'm a busy man.
Not only is the micromanagement of a region the second most tedious task known to our kind (the first being dealing with anyone that says the word 'synergy'), but I am also burdened with the unending requirement to actually deal with people face-to-face. I will never, ever envy those that choose to do this - not that I've never done this before, I was quite adept at it in my youth - but my patience for stupidity has long run itself dry. I do not deal with people, I deal with facts. People, rarely, are factual or rational.
Very annoyed, but when am I not?
Don't start with me about 'honouring the gods' or any of that claptrap. I write when and what I wish when I wish it - if a god is so concerned with what I'm writing, he can do it for me, I'm a busy man.
Not only is the micromanagement of a region the second most tedious task known to our kind (the first being dealing with anyone that says the word 'synergy'), but I am also burdened with the unending requirement to actually deal with people face-to-face. I will never, ever envy those that choose to do this - not that I've never done this before, I was quite adept at it in my youth - but my patience for stupidity has long run itself dry. I do not deal with people, I deal with facts. People, rarely, are factual or rational.
Very annoyed, but when am I not?
Written By Augustus
Nov. 19, 2016, 1:58 p.m.(2/28/1005 AR)
Prince Donrai and Prince Augustus organising a wedding.
Sure. Get the two ancient widowers to try and remember what a wedding looks like. Sounds about right.
Where am I going to get a dozen pints of pigs blood in winter?
Sure. Get the two ancient widowers to try and remember what a wedding looks like. Sounds about right.
Where am I going to get a dozen pints of pigs blood in winter?
Written By Augustus
Nov. 3, 2016, 5:31 a.m.(1/7/1005 AR)
I have been... encouraged to write into my White Journal more often. In an attempt to vent my frustrations in a productive manner, while also humanising me to the rest of the population.
I'm not sure I understand why I have to be 'humanised.' But, here we are anyway. To that end "Hello, Princess Nosy."
Well, now I feel like an idiot.
I think this little experiment will end swiftly.
I'm not sure I understand why I have to be 'humanised.' But, here we are anyway. To that end "Hello, Princess Nosy."
Well, now I feel like an idiot.
I think this little experiment will end swiftly.
Written By Augustus
Oct. 20, 2016, 1:19 a.m.(11/21/1004 AR)
As I walk the road from the split, weary, I sat down
For it's twelve long miles down the stream to get to Lenosia town
Though the water and the road I go once seemed beyond compare
Now I curse the time it takes to reach my Lycene girl, so fair
The Autumn shades are on the leaves, the trees will soon be bare
Each red-coat leaf around me seems the colour of her hair
My gaze retreats, defies my feet, and once again I sigh
As the broken pool of sky reminds the colour of her eyes
At the Highground Inn each Sunday morning, where she can be found
And she seems to have the eye of every boy in Lenosia town
If my luck will hold I'll have the golden summer of her smile
And to break the hearts of Lycene men she'll talk to me a while
So next Sunday evening finds me homeward, Gemecitta bound
To work the week 'til I return to court in Lenosia town
When asked if she would be my bride, at least she'd not say no
So next Sunday morning I'll rouse myself and back to her, I'll go
As I walk the road from the split, weary, I sat down
For it's twelve long miles around the lake to get to Lenosia town
Though the water and the road I go once seemed beyond compare
Now I curse the time it takes to reach my Lycene girl, so fair
For it's twelve long miles down the stream to get to Lenosia town
Though the water and the road I go once seemed beyond compare
Now I curse the time it takes to reach my Lycene girl, so fair
The Autumn shades are on the leaves, the trees will soon be bare
Each red-coat leaf around me seems the colour of her hair
My gaze retreats, defies my feet, and once again I sigh
As the broken pool of sky reminds the colour of her eyes
At the Highground Inn each Sunday morning, where she can be found
And she seems to have the eye of every boy in Lenosia town
If my luck will hold I'll have the golden summer of her smile
And to break the hearts of Lycene men she'll talk to me a while
So next Sunday evening finds me homeward, Gemecitta bound
To work the week 'til I return to court in Lenosia town
When asked if she would be my bride, at least she'd not say no
So next Sunday morning I'll rouse myself and back to her, I'll go
As I walk the road from the split, weary, I sat down
For it's twelve long miles around the lake to get to Lenosia town
Though the water and the road I go once seemed beyond compare
Now I curse the time it takes to reach my Lycene girl, so fair
Written By Augustus
Oct. 19, 2016, 8:30 p.m.(11/20/1004 AR)
I spent a brief time with the King this morning. Normally my mornings are devoted to an early breakfast with Dawn, discussing the previous day's events over coffee and eggs. The usual family affair that I quite enjoy, because I do not need to fuss over boots and silks - often we are found in our slippers and nightgowns as we discuss matters both serious and mundane. It must be quite a sight.
This morning, however, I sat with the King for the first time since arriving in Arx. His condition chills even me. I have seen galleys afire on the shores of the islands, I have seen large armies cut down by Shav and sword. I have seen the darkness of blood-clouded vision. And yet an insensible King strikes me far deeper than any war, or any intrigue.
I spoke with him at length, as expected he said nothing, about the family and other subjects. I doubt it makes much sense to bother, but one must *try* at the very least.
More to come later, I expect. I have a very busy day.
This morning, however, I sat with the King for the first time since arriving in Arx. His condition chills even me. I have seen galleys afire on the shores of the islands, I have seen large armies cut down by Shav and sword. I have seen the darkness of blood-clouded vision. And yet an insensible King strikes me far deeper than any war, or any intrigue.
I spoke with him at length, as expected he said nothing, about the family and other subjects. I doubt it makes much sense to bother, but one must *try* at the very least.
More to come later, I expect. I have a very busy day.
Written By Augustus
Oct. 19, 2016, 8:09 p.m.(11/20/1004 AR)
I often find myself staring at the ceiling of my room as I lay in bed, contemplating all those little lingering thoughts that remain at the end of the day. And the one that strikes out against my consciousness all of the time, usually in the moments before I finally succumb to the siren call of sleep, is this:
Should we continue to rule?
I don't mean that as an affront to the ambitions of my younger kin, simply... if we cannot keep the Compact together now, as we always have done, should we not stand aside and allow another to try? Are we being selfish by attempting to impose our will upon the people of this new generation, if we cannot succeed?
Naturally these notions are soon swept aside, but it's something that has been on my mind often. Perhaps it is a sign of my old age, my cynicism meshed with my hope. Who can say?
Should we continue to rule?
I don't mean that as an affront to the ambitions of my younger kin, simply... if we cannot keep the Compact together now, as we always have done, should we not stand aside and allow another to try? Are we being selfish by attempting to impose our will upon the people of this new generation, if we cannot succeed?
Naturally these notions are soon swept aside, but it's something that has been on my mind often. Perhaps it is a sign of my old age, my cynicism meshed with my hope. Who can say?
Written By Augustus
Oct. 13, 2016, 7:10 a.m.(10/28/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Lydia
It is not often that a man in my position has moments for quiet conversation and reflection. Those moments, though all too brief, are seldom better shared than with my granddaughter Lydia.
I am most proud of her, perhaps more proud of her than of the rest of my progeny. She has a shrewd head on her shoulders, though it is doubtful that she would allow others to think so.
She is more like me than anyone would care to admit. Especially when one considers what many think of *me*.
I am most proud of her, perhaps more proud of her than of the rest of my progeny. She has a shrewd head on her shoulders, though it is doubtful that she would allow others to think so.
She is more like me than anyone would care to admit. Especially when one considers what many think of *me*.
Written By Augustus
Oct. 9, 2016, 11:35 a.m.(10/17/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Hammar
Dawn apparently has found herself a champion in this behemoth of a man.
I had the privilege of seeing him trounce Prince Dagon in the training centre... but that was hardly a surprise. The man is as tall as a watchtower and twice as broad. And he has a giant hammer.
Quite an appropriate name, that.
I had the privilege of seeing him trounce Prince Dagon in the training centre... but that was hardly a surprise. The man is as tall as a watchtower and twice as broad. And he has a giant hammer.
Quite an appropriate name, that.
Written By Augustus
Oct. 4, 2016, 10:18 p.m.(10/3/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Victus
There is an old saying that a battle of wits is not worth fighting when your opponent comes unarmed.
Unfortunately it is seldom the case that any opponent is unarmed, it is simply that their weapon is too fragile or of such poor manufacture to be of any use.
Similarly unfortunate is the case where one is so intellectually dull that their weapon of choice, in a battle of wits, is a club with which they knock you down to their level and beat you with experience.
I shall have to keep a careful eye on this one, I suspect.
Unfortunately it is seldom the case that any opponent is unarmed, it is simply that their weapon is too fragile or of such poor manufacture to be of any use.
Similarly unfortunate is the case where one is so intellectually dull that their weapon of choice, in a battle of wits, is a club with which they knock you down to their level and beat you with experience.
I shall have to keep a careful eye on this one, I suspect.
Written By Augustus
Oct. 4, 2016, 8:52 p.m.(10/3/1004 AR)
I find myself lying awake an awful lot of the time of late. Staring up a the ceiling. I awaken so early that I can hear the carts and shouts of people as they move to the marketplace to set up their stalls every morning.
I wish I could say what it was that keeps me from my rest. Ever since returning to the capital after so many long years away I have been unable to sleep comfortably. Perhaps I am simply unsuited yet to the bustling city life, so long have I been away. I do not know.
I do know, however, that if I find another kitten in my bedclothes, I will throw it from the tower window.
I wish I could say what it was that keeps me from my rest. Ever since returning to the capital after so many long years away I have been unable to sleep comfortably. Perhaps I am simply unsuited yet to the bustling city life, so long have I been away. I do not know.
I do know, however, that if I find another kitten in my bedclothes, I will throw it from the tower window.
Written By Augustus
Oct. 2, 2016, 11:37 a.m.(9/24/1004 AR)
Dear journal. Today I ate porridge.
I doubt anyone would find fault with this entry.
I doubt anyone would find fault with this entry.
Written By Augustus
Oct. 2, 2016, 11:37 a.m.(9/24/1004 AR)
Dear journal. Today I ate porridge.
I doubt anyone would find fault with this entry.
I doubt anyone would find fault with this entry.
Written By Augustus
Oct. 1, 2016, 5:51 a.m.(9/20/1004 AR)
The evening has fallen on Arx at last. I'm writing this in the gardens of the Grayson Estate, somewhere that I am loathe to spend too much time lest I grow insensitive to the colour and the beauty of the place.
I had gardens at my small manse in Lenosia, of course. Vineyards too, though they produced nothing remarkable when compared to the wines of that stunning land. But they pale in comparison with the gardens in the courtyard at the Grayson Mansion. If you can imagine a plant, it probably exists here somewhere - some long forgotten and others newly planted.
I really must commend the work of the gardeners, those unsung heroes that create such wonderful landscapes and picturesque areas for contemplation and peace.
I had gardens at my small manse in Lenosia, of course. Vineyards too, though they produced nothing remarkable when compared to the wines of that stunning land. But they pale in comparison with the gardens in the courtyard at the Grayson Mansion. If you can imagine a plant, it probably exists here somewhere - some long forgotten and others newly planted.
I really must commend the work of the gardeners, those unsung heroes that create such wonderful landscapes and picturesque areas for contemplation and peace.
Written By Augustus
Oct. 1, 2016, 4:27 a.m.(9/20/1004 AR)
I have been tasked by the Voice of House Grayson to meet with the Grand Duchess of the Lyceum.
This task, of course, comes with the obvious benefits of spending more time with those I am far closer to than my kin. I admire the Graysons dearly, of course, however having spent so much of my life in the courts of the Lycene houses, including in the court of two of Esera's predecessors one cannot help but be drawn back into that world when the chance arises.
Perhaps I will have a chance to find some decent wine after all.
This task, of course, comes with the obvious benefits of spending more time with those I am far closer to than my kin. I admire the Graysons dearly, of course, however having spent so much of my life in the courts of the Lycene houses, including in the court of two of Esera's predecessors one cannot help but be drawn back into that world when the chance arises.
Perhaps I will have a chance to find some decent wine after all.
Written By Augustus
Oct. 1, 2016, 4:23 a.m.(9/20/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Dawn
I did not expect that my first meeting with little Dawn would be lacking in moments for us both to roll our eyes and groan at the state of the world, however I was pleasantly surprised to see the strong woman that Lady Dawn has grown into.
While young, Lady Dawn does not display any of the tendencies of the young. She is neither restless nor headstrong, and maintains her decorum under some incredibly trying circumstances. Perhaps I am being wistful in my dotage, but I fully expect the young Lady to serve as an example to our House in generations to come.
While young, Lady Dawn does not display any of the tendencies of the young. She is neither restless nor headstrong, and maintains her decorum under some incredibly trying circumstances. Perhaps I am being wistful in my dotage, but I fully expect the young Lady to serve as an example to our House in generations to come.
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