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Written By Ciro

March 14, 2021, 8:37 p.m.(2/11/1015 AR)

After having let a member of my family run me out of Arx, I have decided that this was the wrong choice to make and have since made my return!

Written By Ciro

Feb. 14, 2021, 2:17 p.m.(12/8/1014 AR)

As of late I have had my loyalty and honor questioned by one of my own blood.
I have had been accused of forsaking my duties to my family and my people.
And I can't help but feel that such words while meant to try and change my
mind and weaken my resolve are doing anything but.

It makes me question my future and the path it will lead me on.
Will I know happiness and be given the chance to prove what I have said all along?
Or will I be pushed into the fray against the enslaved and those who hold their chains..
Or to join those who serve the gods?


I am at a divergence in the path I for so long have known,

Three new paths and potential futures laid before me.
Which shall my feet find I do not know..
What I do know is this.. I have done my duty to my people
and have continued to do so despite these accusations.
I have remained honorable despite the lack of honor behind
the accusations being leveled against me..

Written By Ciro

Feb. 6, 2021, 3:33 p.m.(11/20/1014 AR)

1. What are you afraid of?
Bovines.. As strange as it might sound. They creep me out, their blank stares.. the way they seem to just wait for the slaughter. I mean sure they taste good but still.. just creepy.

Though another answer might be failure: Failing my friends and my family, Failing myself.. Failing to leave a legacy.


2. What are your opinions of honor?
There is no one right and proper answer on what Honor is or what it means. We all have our own views and perceptions of honor and what is honorable.
What is honorable in Setarco may not always be so in the Chain and vice versa.. In the end honor is what we make it.

3. What path do you see for yourself?
A path that twists and may diverge but in the end it will always come together once more. Weaving through the world and into the unkown.

4. You can give one piece of advice to someone who really needs it. What do you tell them?
You are loved, by more than you know. Never forget that. And while all might not say it, you can tell by the look in their eyes and the weave of their words.

and of course, never forget.. To take everything.

Written By Ciro

Jan. 16, 2021, 1:27 p.m.(10/6/1014 AR)

I now have 24 bottles of two failed blends that I must do away with.

pouring them out seems like a crime, and sharing them after their dismal performance not something I can bring myself to do.

And so I will drink them. To my future self when I finally sober up, I am sorry.

Written By Ciro

Jan. 15, 2021, 9:34 p.m.(10/5/1014 AR)

Well the rum contest has come and went and I am left with disappointment.

I am disappointed by the fact that it was not some grand distillery that won the competition and snuffed out my hopes for my bottles but a Prince and Princess who took the night and the contest.

But above all I am mostly disappointed in myself. I have put so much time into those two to get the mixture just right and to where I felt I could do no better. All that work, all those hours of making adjustments and notes and reworking things wasted.

Maybe Medeia was right that the place was cursed and so were we for obtaining it.

Written By Ciro

Jan. 1, 2021, 12:56 p.m.(9/4/1014 AR)

On this day I am brought to think over my life... All my victories in games of chance and successes through honeyed words and a golden tongue..
Because it is golden not silver, I have been told. To all the mistakes and failures along the way.

Each has shaped me and helped me become the man I am today, The man looking back over the years past as another takes hold of his blood and bones..
And as I think more about it.. The more I think I need to set out into the city.

Forget the manor walls for awhile and revel and enjoy. After all, your birthday comes but once a year.

Written By Ciro

Dec. 27, 2020, 10:09 a.m.(8/22/1014 AR)

Relationship Note on Neve

The Lady Nevey.

I feel honored to have been given a chance to glimpse who this woman truly is.
To see her care and compassion first hand. To see the smiles she brings to
those who she encounters.

Her laughter and happiness infectious, Her warmth endearing and her beauty without question.
Her hugs comforting and the playful kisses thrilling.
Without a doubt the woman is one of a kind even in a place such as this.

I do look forward to getting to know this sweet and affectionate woman
who seems to enjoy sweet treats over sweet words.
And exploring the road of friendship and our similar interests.

Written By Ciro

Dec. 21, 2020, 12:59 a.m.(8/9/1014 AR)

Relationship Note on Calla

What kindred spirits we are, Save for the indulgence of wine.
The Saffron Siren always full of surprises, Always ready
with a smile that could melt the most frigid heart.

While some might not see her or hear her I do.
Her thoughts and company always welcome.

The Saffron Siren: White rum infused with Pineapple and ginger.

Written By Ciro

Dec. 20, 2020, 8:50 a.m.(8/8/1014 AR)

It is easy in hindsight to congratulate ones self over actions and deeds of the past.
You have weathered the trials of getting the houses to work together.
You have wrangled the figurative cats together.

It is far harder to offer insight that is actually helpful to the current trials before us.
It is also apparently far more difficult for some to act with grace and dignity.
Instead slandering others in the Symposium not meeting S Y M P O S I U M.
While under their hospitality and in whites.

If any read this and feel called out, Perhaps rather than taking offense do something
to remedy things and offer something constructive.

Pravus has a leader to our naval power and forces. And while some might think
that this war is no place for diplomacy.. Tell me how will your blade help us earn
the favor of potential allies, How will it help the countless refugees that will
be made from this war.. The numerous orphans. No diplomacy has a place in this..

But we must..all work together.

Standing apart or torn by past wounds unable to look to the future will only
serve to help the Skal'dajans.. and condemn us all.

Written By Ciro

Dec. 20, 2020, 8:47 a.m.(8/8/1014 AR)

To any who may read this...


If you are not one to lift a blade or string a bow in the war to come but still wish to help. You can.. there is much work to be done before the battles to come and in their wake.

If you are a diplomat or healer.. or even a carpenter.. Reach out.

If you can lend other aid to the cause of diplomacy and assisting the future refugees and orphans.. Reach out..

Written By Ciro

Dec. 18, 2020, 6:54 p.m.(8/5/1014 AR)

Relationship Note on Medeia

How far things have come in such a short time, From strangers
talking in a garden to friends taking in a game of chance and
now here we are partners in a brewery.

While the dead gull has had her troubles and they are plenty
there is one thing it did not have..

It didn't have us. And if there is one thing that I have learned
in the short time we have known one another it is that
together we can accomplish much.

But fuck, we need a new name for the place. Dead Gull...
It just won't do.

Written By Ciro

Dec. 18, 2020, 6:37 p.m.(8/5/1014 AR)

*Written in Eurusi and stained with droplets of rum from a spill*

Another night and another search of the lowers to no avail. No matter what corner I slip around, no matter the drink drained and the attempt to find where I found her the last time.. ending in failure. Ending in disappointment. The wicked blonde must be found, I only pray that my sister is able to help.

I know not where else to turn for it, This issue..this plague. I need to be free of it. I will be free of it..

Written By Ciro

Dec. 14, 2020, 8:38 p.m.(7/25/1014 AR)

I ran into someone tonight I had not seen in many years, From waif to warrior she has turned. How far she has come from the life she once knew, And how far she has yet to go. She found it odd that someone like me would find interest in the talks of war, the meetings to plan and discuss the coming campaigns against our enemies.

And then she thought of me a clerk, What an odd night.

Written By Ciro

Dec. 13, 2020, 1:25 p.m.(7/22/1014 AR)

This week has been something of a unique journey in and of itself. Travels taking me home to Ischia were most fruitful even if the prize was held over my head and used to tease. But now the tease has come to an end and the real work must begin in order to be ready.

All old product is being put to ship, And will soon sail for troubled waters. A /gift/ to our enemies so that they might be given a taste for the future that awaits them. We must not falter, we must not fail..

With the parting of the old product it makes room for the new mixtures and infusions that have for so long now danced within my mind on far too many a sleepless night.

Ah the excitement and anticipation of a new adventure, and this most certainly will be an adventure..

Written By Ciro

Dec. 4, 2020, 4:58 p.m.(7/4/1014 AR)

Practicing the moves of the new dance has proven interesting and somewhat troubling today.
What is a man to do when he must have something light weight and yet does not want to be
little more than a living wick?

Long story short, I may owe my cousin a new tapestry.. And my favorite pants are now lightly scorched.
Now to find a proper fabric and outfit for this dance. And next time..I need to remember to clear away
all of the furniture.

Written By Ciro

Dec. 3, 2020, 4:09 p.m.(7/2/1014 AR)

I find myself time and again drawn to the water garden and its great map, Though I only left home weeks ago it makes me long for the shores of Ischia and the comfort of Braiga.

The time taken to craft such a vision surely great, and done by a skilled hand. The rivers and villages drawing forth memories from the past, Both distant and far closer to this time before the storm..

Perhaps after the trip to the Saffron I will make time to visit home, Even if for just a short time. I didn't say a proper farewell to its shore.
And I could use a good rum. I think we all could here in the city.

Written By Ciro

Dec. 2, 2020, 5:21 p.m.(7/1/1014 AR)

The only drinking problem I've ever had is finding where my clothes have gone off to.

Written By Ciro

Nov. 24, 2020, 11:57 a.m.(6/12/1014 AR)

These first days back in the city have been interesting to say the least, I have found myself wandering the taverns and inns in search of her. But all I find is new faces and those who are preparing for war. Banners called here and there across the city as men and women prepare to go to battle. And here I am seeking out some insufferable blonde for what is mine.

While so far these searches have been in vain it is my hope that one of these days I will find the proper inn or tavern..And the proper blonde.

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