Written By Caspian
Dec. 31, 2023, 12:35 a.m.(6/19/1021 AR)
out of the frying pan...
Written By Caspian
Dec. 20, 2023, 1:53 p.m.(5/26/1021 AR)
Relationship Note on Jeffeth
In a realm of shadows and whispers untold,
Lived a big man named Jeffeth, brave and bold.
With friends in tow, through the mist they'd roam,
Hunting a ghost, far from their home.
Oh, Jeffeth and friends, with courage so true,
Seeking a specter, a ghostly hue.
But what they found in the glen empty and mild,
Was a moose, not a ghost, untamed and wild!
No ordinary moose, but a creature so rare,
White as the snow, with a chilling stare.
Red eyes gleaming, a spectral delight,
Crashing into the glen, causing a fright.
Oh, Jeffeth and friends, with courage so true,
Seeking a specter, a ghostly hue.
But what they found in the glen empty and mild,
Was a moose, not a ghost, untamed and wild!
Snorting and huffing, the moose made its stand,
Charging at the group, across the land.
Spears, bows, and knives, they brandished high,
As they scrambled away, beneath the sky.
Oh, Jeffeth and friends, with courage so true,
Seeking a specter, a ghostly hue.
But what they found in the glen empty and mild,
Was a moose, not a ghost, untamed and wild!
In the chaos and fray, Jeffeth took command,
He saw what was needed, a plan so grand.
Raising his hand, with a gleam in his eye,
A godly smackdown, as the moose drew nigh.
Oh, Jeffeth and friends, with courage so true,
Seeking a specter, a ghostly hue.
But what they found in the glen empty and mild,
Was a moose, not a ghost, untamed and wild!
The slap was so mighty, it echoed with glee,
The moose laid low, from the godly decree.
Yet, such was the force, with a twist of fate,
Jeffeth's own hand slapped him, oh, what a state!
Oh, Jeffeth and friends, with courage so true,
Seeking a specter, a ghostly hue.
But what they found in the glen empty and mild,
Was a moose, not a ghost, untamed and wild!
So ends the tale of Jeffeth so grand,
In a haunted glen, in a distant land.
A moose mistaken for a ghostly deer,
A godly smackdown, that's Jeffeth's frontier!
Lived a big man named Jeffeth, brave and bold.
With friends in tow, through the mist they'd roam,
Hunting a ghost, far from their home.
Oh, Jeffeth and friends, with courage so true,
Seeking a specter, a ghostly hue.
But what they found in the glen empty and mild,
Was a moose, not a ghost, untamed and wild!
No ordinary moose, but a creature so rare,
White as the snow, with a chilling stare.
Red eyes gleaming, a spectral delight,
Crashing into the glen, causing a fright.
Oh, Jeffeth and friends, with courage so true,
Seeking a specter, a ghostly hue.
But what they found in the glen empty and mild,
Was a moose, not a ghost, untamed and wild!
Snorting and huffing, the moose made its stand,
Charging at the group, across the land.
Spears, bows, and knives, they brandished high,
As they scrambled away, beneath the sky.
Oh, Jeffeth and friends, with courage so true,
Seeking a specter, a ghostly hue.
But what they found in the glen empty and mild,
Was a moose, not a ghost, untamed and wild!
In the chaos and fray, Jeffeth took command,
He saw what was needed, a plan so grand.
Raising his hand, with a gleam in his eye,
A godly smackdown, as the moose drew nigh.
Oh, Jeffeth and friends, with courage so true,
Seeking a specter, a ghostly hue.
But what they found in the glen empty and mild,
Was a moose, not a ghost, untamed and wild!
The slap was so mighty, it echoed with glee,
The moose laid low, from the godly decree.
Yet, such was the force, with a twist of fate,
Jeffeth's own hand slapped him, oh, what a state!
Oh, Jeffeth and friends, with courage so true,
Seeking a specter, a ghostly hue.
But what they found in the glen empty and mild,
Was a moose, not a ghost, untamed and wild!
So ends the tale of Jeffeth so grand,
In a haunted glen, in a distant land.
A moose mistaken for a ghostly deer,
A godly smackdown, that's Jeffeth's frontier!
Written By Caspian
Nov. 18, 2023, 1:01 a.m.(3/17/1021 AR)
recent encounters with a squirrel larger than any horse have once more filled me wioth the hope that perhaps one day..one day i might be able to find a way to ride a bear!
Written By Caspian
Nov. 18, 2023, 12:56 a.m.(3/17/1021 AR)
I look forward to the first annual running of the Nuts we will host in Arx!
Written By Caspian
Nov. 12, 2023, 12:50 p.m.(3/6/1021 AR)
I would like to inform every that is fighting the cold and snow.. that nothing takes the chill off like warm cider and hot chocolate.
Written By Caspian
Nov. 5, 2023, 1:04 p.m.(2/20/1021 AR)
i have been musing over some of the more fond memories of late. and one struck to mind and simply demanded it be put to rhyme.
In a Hart's brightly lit and crowded space,
Two bards met, a duel to embrace.
Not with words or melodies, but lutes as their might,
They battled in the Hart, beneath the dancing light.
With lutes held high, like warriors of old,
They clashed and they swung, each strike was bold.
The crowd watched in awe, their eyes wide and round,
As the resounding cracks echoed with a deafening sound.
The first bard swung low, his lute like a mace,
Striking the second bard's side, in a furious pace.
But the second bard, not one to be outdone,
Raised his lute high, the battle had just begun.
Each blow landed with a thunderous thud,
As they dueled, they both showed their mettle and blood.
With each strike and parry, they fought with zeal,
Their lutes, their weapons, their battle was real.
The audience gasped, their hearts skipped a beat,
As the bards battled on, the clash of their beat.
Though they wielded their lutes like swords of old,
Their friendship was strong, their story was told.
The duel raged on, till exhaustion took hold,
Their lutes, though battered, their spirits were bold.
In the end, they embraced, their rivalry done,
In this musical brawl, two bards became one.
So in this tale of bards and their lute-wielding might,
Remember, it's not always about the fight.
Friendship and music, in the end, will prevail,
In the arena of life, where stories and legends regale.
In a Hart's brightly lit and crowded space,
Two bards met, a duel to embrace.
Not with words or melodies, but lutes as their might,
They battled in the Hart, beneath the dancing light.
With lutes held high, like warriors of old,
They clashed and they swung, each strike was bold.
The crowd watched in awe, their eyes wide and round,
As the resounding cracks echoed with a deafening sound.
The first bard swung low, his lute like a mace,
Striking the second bard's side, in a furious pace.
But the second bard, not one to be outdone,
Raised his lute high, the battle had just begun.
Each blow landed with a thunderous thud,
As they dueled, they both showed their mettle and blood.
With each strike and parry, they fought with zeal,
Their lutes, their weapons, their battle was real.
The audience gasped, their hearts skipped a beat,
As the bards battled on, the clash of their beat.
Though they wielded their lutes like swords of old,
Their friendship was strong, their story was told.
The duel raged on, till exhaustion took hold,
Their lutes, though battered, their spirits were bold.
In the end, they embraced, their rivalry done,
In this musical brawl, two bards became one.
So in this tale of bards and their lute-wielding might,
Remember, it's not always about the fight.
Friendship and music, in the end, will prevail,
In the arena of life, where stories and legends regale.
Written By Caspian
Oct. 29, 2023, 12:24 a.m.(2/5/1021 AR)
The victory ball was marvelous. so good to see so many friends, soo many i have not spoken to in some time. It was a moment to remember why we fight, and who we fight for. Thank you to the Queen for hosting, and for all who stoof to keep our city safe.
Written By Caspian
Oct. 22, 2023, 3:29 p.m.(1/20/1021 AR)
while somethings are hard to find silver linings in, despite the horror this city endured during the attack, its been a blessing to see so many familiar faces coming to the compact when its needed.
Written By Caspian
Oct. 15, 2023, 1:07 p.m.(1/6/1021 AR)
there never seems to be the time we think there is in life. all we can do is make the most of the time we have
Written By Caspian
April 23, 2023, 6:04 p.m.(9/8/1019 AR)
I am once more reminded of the wonders that were lost. I pray that we as a people can reach that height again
Written By Caspian
April 23, 2023, 6:03 p.m.(9/8/1019 AR)
It's funny how the answers we are so desperately searching for often just lead to new questions
Written By Caspian
Jan. 29, 2023, 12:47 a.m.(4/24/1019 AR)
Relationship Note on Mabelle
but... what if they COULD be!?
Written By Caspian
Dec. 21, 2022, 1:03 p.m.(2/3/1019 AR)
Relationship Note on Savio
Lord Savio, the poet, bright as the sun
He writes with passion, with grace and with fun
But when it comes to humor, he can't resist the bait
He'll pen a rhyme, no matter how late
He's a master of wit, a genius of glee
His funny poems bring smiles to you and me
We adore Savio, his talent and his charm
He's the one we turn to when we need to disarm
So here's to Savio, the brilliant and the silly
He writes with heart, and always makes us giddy
We love you, Savio, for your wit and your art
Keep writing those funny poems, straight from the heart
He writes with passion, with grace and with fun
But when it comes to humor, he can't resist the bait
He'll pen a rhyme, no matter how late
He's a master of wit, a genius of glee
His funny poems bring smiles to you and me
We adore Savio, his talent and his charm
He's the one we turn to when we need to disarm
So here's to Savio, the brilliant and the silly
He writes with heart, and always makes us giddy
We love you, Savio, for your wit and your art
Keep writing those funny poems, straight from the heart
Written By Caspian
Dec. 20, 2022, 6:48 p.m.(2/1/1019 AR)
some days, i bemoan my lack of wit and lyrical skill. Winter has found us.. and the snow and cold hug us close. but oh, winter brings such charming delight though! snuggles and warm fires! hot drinks and close company! if only, if ONLY i had a wit and a mind like Lord Savio.. i could write a poem about snow that would make our hearts sing.. alas...
Written By Caspian
Dec. 11, 2022, 9:03 p.m.(1/11/1019 AR)
Welcome back Snow!!! you have been missed!
also, maybe we could invest in a tarp for the shrine of skald? the shoveling is annoying at times and i swear the chill keeps people away.
also, maybe we could invest in a tarp for the shrine of skald? the shoveling is annoying at times and i swear the chill keeps people away.
Written By Caspian
Nov. 5, 2022, 9:34 p.m.(10/23/1018 AR)
Lord Rufio and Lady Iseulet hosted a MARVELOUS brawl! i loved the idea of masked mayham and it did NOT dissapoint! would do it again in a heartbeart!
Written By Caspian
Oct. 16, 2022, 11:04 a.m.(7/26/1018 AR)
Relationship Note on Titus
Well said and rightly spoken
Written By Caspian
Oct. 16, 2022, 11:04 a.m.(7/26/1018 AR)
Relationship Note on Aedric
Well said and rightly spoken
Written By Caspian
Oct. 9, 2022, 8:48 p.m.(7/13/1018 AR)
one day.. i really will learn to dodge better i promise
Written By Caspian
Oct. 2, 2022, 10:34 p.m.(6/27/1018 AR)
Relationship Note on Savio
I cant imagine the joy of you as a father. Im so very very happy for you and for Orland! no children could as for better parents!
P.S. when is old enough to start knife training?
P.S. when is old enough to start knife training?
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