Written By Donaldo
April 1, 2018, 10:03 p.m.(6/22/1008 AR)
You would think that I would get used to being on a path and then another.
I think what I am familiar with is choosing this path and then that one, with little long term regard.
This time around, the path chose me.
Until it seems it didn't.
I think what I am familiar with is choosing this path and then that one, with little long term regard.
This time around, the path chose me.
Until it seems it didn't.
Written By Donaldo
March 25, 2018, 8:08 p.m.(6/5/1008 AR)
I have the luxury of living a live that is not mired in responsibilities and schedules.
I travel and I see such marvelous things and I am thankful.
I have seen terrible things now as well, and it makes me wonder...
Maybe I do not need to travel so much anymore?
I travel and I see such marvelous things and I am thankful.
I have seen terrible things now as well, and it makes me wonder...
Maybe I do not need to travel so much anymore?
Written By Donaldo
March 18, 2018, 3:03 p.m.(5/19/1008 AR)
Dame Alexis Wyrmfang is a true master of her art.
I have not had much need for real armor in my life, and her team has done me a great service.
The newest piece, my Lycene Plait Bracers, are a true work of art.
I shall do my best not to scuff them!
I have not had much need for real armor in my life, and her team has done me a great service.
The newest piece, my Lycene Plait Bracers, are a true work of art.
I shall do my best not to scuff them!
Written By Donaldo
March 11, 2018, 4:03 p.m.(5/5/1008 AR)
I like to share stories I hear in my travels.
This one concerns a particular tribe of Shav from the north.
The shav man stumbles his way outside after having too much to drink, and he lays down to sleep near a common path.
In the morning, as he is snoring away his stupor, two young girls of the compact find him as they take a ride through the woods.
With wonderment one asks the other, "That shav man, do you think it is true they do not wear anything under their kilts?"
The second young woman decides to check, and to their surprise the immodest Shav indeed has nothing but what the gods had blessed him with at his birth.
After a fit of giggles the girls decide to leave the Shav man a gift, and so one of them lets down her hair and uses that blue ribbon to tie a pretty wee bow around what they've found before they ride back to town.
After noon, when the Shav finally wakes to give back what he has taken from the bottle, he discovers with shock the gift the young women have left him.
Bewildered, he exclaims, "My little friend, I do not know where you have been, but I am glad to see you have taken first prize!"
And that, scholars and historians of tomorrow, is why I never drink alone even if I do prefer trousers.
This one concerns a particular tribe of Shav from the north.
The shav man stumbles his way outside after having too much to drink, and he lays down to sleep near a common path.
In the morning, as he is snoring away his stupor, two young girls of the compact find him as they take a ride through the woods.
With wonderment one asks the other, "That shav man, do you think it is true they do not wear anything under their kilts?"
The second young woman decides to check, and to their surprise the immodest Shav indeed has nothing but what the gods had blessed him with at his birth.
After a fit of giggles the girls decide to leave the Shav man a gift, and so one of them lets down her hair and uses that blue ribbon to tie a pretty wee bow around what they've found before they ride back to town.
After noon, when the Shav finally wakes to give back what he has taken from the bottle, he discovers with shock the gift the young women have left him.
Bewildered, he exclaims, "My little friend, I do not know where you have been, but I am glad to see you have taken first prize!"
And that, scholars and historians of tomorrow, is why I never drink alone even if I do prefer trousers.
Written By Donaldo
March 4, 2018, 7:57 p.m.(4/20/1008 AR)
I spoke recently with a friend at court who was having some trouble attracting a lady.
They do not want to speak with me for long, just some polite conversation and then rejection, he said.
I suggested he take a medium sized yam and place that in his pants, and see if that does not change his luck.
He came to me in a rage, pointing at his pants and saying my suggestion had only made things worse!
Now the ladies at court would not talk to him at all!
My dear friend, I said laughing, you are meant to place the yam in the FRONT of your pants!
They do not want to speak with me for long, just some polite conversation and then rejection, he said.
I suggested he take a medium sized yam and place that in his pants, and see if that does not change his luck.
He came to me in a rage, pointing at his pants and saying my suggestion had only made things worse!
Now the ladies at court would not talk to him at all!
My dear friend, I said laughing, you are meant to place the yam in the FRONT of your pants!
Written By Donaldo
Feb. 24, 2018, 9:31 p.m.(4/4/1008 AR)
Spoke with an old sailor today.
He was telling me that he does not feel like he has been sailing more years than I have been alive.
I could not believe him and asked him how that could be.
Time flies when you are having rum, he said.
He was telling me that he does not feel like he has been sailing more years than I have been alive.
I could not believe him and asked him how that could be.
Time flies when you are having rum, he said.
Written By Donaldo
Feb. 18, 2018, 11:45 p.m.(3/20/1008 AR)
There was a debate of explorers about these white journals.
I do not know that I grasp what the outcome was, what is good or what is bad to write.
I think I will spend more time reading, and less time writing.
I do not know that I grasp what the outcome was, what is good or what is bad to write.
I think I will spend more time reading, and less time writing.
Written By Donaldo
Feb. 11, 2018, 11:24 p.m.(2/28/1008 AR)
Giordino is a fine guard and I am thankful to have him. I do not always understand the city, but I do understand that my family wants me to be safe and that is somethin that I am appreciative for.
Written By Donaldo
Feb. 11, 2018, 5:23 p.m.(2/27/1008 AR)
Giordino.
His name is Giordino.
I am told I can not just call him a guard.
Sorry Giordino.
His name is Giordino.
I am told I can not just call him a guard.
Sorry Giordino.
Written By Donaldo
Feb. 11, 2018, 4:01 p.m.(2/27/1008 AR)
They put a guard on me.
Well not like on me like I am under guard but to protect me.
A guard.
In the city.
When did I ever have a guard at sea or in the wilds?
Well not like on me like I am under guard but to protect me.
A guard.
In the city.
When did I ever have a guard at sea or in the wilds?
Written By Donaldo
Feb. 4, 2018, 10:55 p.m.(2/14/1008 AR)
We have seen some changes to the Society of Explorers. Promotions and some reorganizing.
I will have to be sure I do not miss the chance to meet with more of my fellows.
I will have to be sure I do not miss the chance to meet with more of my fellows.
Written By Donaldo
Jan. 28, 2018, 10:53 p.m.(1/20/1008 AR)
Explorers have been asked to fill a library with our stories. I am no book writer, but I can do a little here in the archives even if is does not count for the Explorers.
I stayed the night ones in a farmhouse to escape the rain thanks to the generosity of some locals.
In the morning after eating, I offered to help mend some of the fences damaged by the storm while the hands were busy rounding up some horse who got out by jumping some of the low points in the broken fence.
I noticed that none of their diary cows had escaped, and wondered if they couldn't jump at all.
"They can." The farmer said, "Just not as well as the horses. Still, we need to mend these fences before they get any ideas."
Well we went along patching things up and would you guess that a young calf did get the idea and did decide to jump the fence. It was the most loving and affectionate animal on the farm, and responded very well to being rubbed and pet like you would a dog.
His mother, who was much larger, seemed to be inspired or jealous, I do not know which, but she came hustling to the same low point and jumped with all her might. To my great surprise her head cleared the fence, and her front hoofs after that but then...
Well, this is a long story and I am not a book writer, but suffice it to say that what happened next was a complete and udder disaster.
I stayed the night ones in a farmhouse to escape the rain thanks to the generosity of some locals.
In the morning after eating, I offered to help mend some of the fences damaged by the storm while the hands were busy rounding up some horse who got out by jumping some of the low points in the broken fence.
I noticed that none of their diary cows had escaped, and wondered if they couldn't jump at all.
"They can." The farmer said, "Just not as well as the horses. Still, we need to mend these fences before they get any ideas."
Well we went along patching things up and would you guess that a young calf did get the idea and did decide to jump the fence. It was the most loving and affectionate animal on the farm, and responded very well to being rubbed and pet like you would a dog.
His mother, who was much larger, seemed to be inspired or jealous, I do not know which, but she came hustling to the same low point and jumped with all her might. To my great surprise her head cleared the fence, and her front hoofs after that but then...
Well, this is a long story and I am not a book writer, but suffice it to say that what happened next was a complete and udder disaster.
Written By Donaldo
Jan. 27, 2018, 10:28 p.m.(1/18/1008 AR)
Oh, I should add as well...
I am a coffee cherry flower. Easily.
I am a coffee cherry flower. Easily.
Written By Donaldo
Jan. 27, 2018, 9:50 p.m.(1/18/1008 AR)
I was asked about the white journals and what I thought. I began to explain my thoughts on the practice in general.
They stopped me and asked about specific whites and flowers.
A great tragedy to compare our women to flowers, yet they compare themselves. Stars seems to be a fair comparison and that is allowed but I do not know why.
These are the luxuries we enjoy in the city. No one cares what they are called or compared to when we huddle for warmth in a mountain pass or sharing rations at sea.
I hope I am never so long in civilization that I begin to worry so much about things that do not matter.
They stopped me and asked about specific whites and flowers.
A great tragedy to compare our women to flowers, yet they compare themselves. Stars seems to be a fair comparison and that is allowed but I do not know why.
These are the luxuries we enjoy in the city. No one cares what they are called or compared to when we huddle for warmth in a mountain pass or sharing rations at sea.
I hope I am never so long in civilization that I begin to worry so much about things that do not matter.
Written By Donaldo
Jan. 21, 2018, 4:16 a.m.(1/5/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Thena
Always glad to get word I have put a smile on someone's face.
I hope it does not ruin the story for me to admit that I only heard it on a ship once, and that I have some reason to believe it may not be entirely true.
I hope it does not ruin the story for me to admit that I only heard it on a ship once, and that I have some reason to believe it may not be entirely true.
Written By Donaldo
Jan. 20, 2018, 11:35 p.m.(1/4/1008 AR)
Someone invited me to tell some of the stories of my travels in my journals. I had been complaining that there was nothing tor write about here and I do not normally write about the past, but I never back down from a challenge either so here is a story.
Down near the Lycene Split there is a ranch and one day a young hot-shot inquisitor came calling.
"I want to inspect your fields for abyssal influence and heresy." The inquisitor tells the noble family that owns the ranch.
"That is fine and good, just do not go into that paddock over there." Warned the family's matriarch.
The inquisitor, thinking the family has something to hide, jumps at the chance to use his new authority.
"Lady, I am an inquisitor of the crown, do you see this badge on my cloak? It gives me the authority to inspect any field, pen, or paddock I like!"
The matriarch bows to the inquisitor and and tries to warn him a second time, "That is well and good sir, but you still can not go into that paddock."
The inquisitor slams his badge on the family table and shouts, "I can and I will!"
He stomps off and, with the help of one of the ranch hands, mounts the fence and drops onto the other side, off in a huff in his search of the abyssal shrine he is now sure the family is trying to conceal on their property.
Minutes later the Matriarch finds the ranch hand rushing to open the paddock gate as the inquisitor runs screaming, battered and bloody, with a giant bull close at heel, "Open the gate! Hurry!" he calls out
The matriarch stops her hand from opening the gate and shouts back, "Just show him your badge!"
Down near the Lycene Split there is a ranch and one day a young hot-shot inquisitor came calling.
"I want to inspect your fields for abyssal influence and heresy." The inquisitor tells the noble family that owns the ranch.
"That is fine and good, just do not go into that paddock over there." Warned the family's matriarch.
The inquisitor, thinking the family has something to hide, jumps at the chance to use his new authority.
"Lady, I am an inquisitor of the crown, do you see this badge on my cloak? It gives me the authority to inspect any field, pen, or paddock I like!"
The matriarch bows to the inquisitor and and tries to warn him a second time, "That is well and good sir, but you still can not go into that paddock."
The inquisitor slams his badge on the family table and shouts, "I can and I will!"
He stomps off and, with the help of one of the ranch hands, mounts the fence and drops onto the other side, off in a huff in his search of the abyssal shrine he is now sure the family is trying to conceal on their property.
Minutes later the Matriarch finds the ranch hand rushing to open the paddock gate as the inquisitor runs screaming, battered and bloody, with a giant bull close at heel, "Open the gate! Hurry!" he calls out
The matriarch stops her hand from opening the gate and shouts back, "Just show him your badge!"
Written By Donaldo
Jan. 14, 2018, 11:59 p.m.(12/20/1007 AR)
More journaling.
They tell me it is good for us.
How do people focus enough to write more than one of these a month when they are not traveling?
What is there to write about that is worth sharing?
"Went to the inn today for my meals."
Where do we draw the line between worth reading, and worth keeping private?
They tell me it is good for us.
How do people focus enough to write more than one of these a month when they are not traveling?
What is there to write about that is worth sharing?
"Went to the inn today for my meals."
Where do we draw the line between worth reading, and worth keeping private?
Written By Donaldo
Jan. 8, 2018, 12:31 a.m.(12/4/1007 AR)
Family has been very kind upon my return. I love to receive gifts! I will have to find a way to honor their generosity!
Written By Donaldo
Jan. 5, 2018, 4:07 a.m.(11/27/1007 AR)
I was introduced to another part of the city that I either have never visited or I do not recall visiting. I do not think that I shall stay for long, not when the land is still so open and wild and untrod. Some might be trying to convince me to stay, or maybe they question my courage for the days to come. What am I in such a time? Just a man who trods.
Written By Donaldo
Dec. 30, 2017, 5:16 a.m.(11/13/1007 AR)
Returned to the city, donated most recent journals to archives. Napped. Had a drink and met some people. Realized there may yet be places in the city that, while not secret, have not yet been seen by my eyes directly. Maybe I will stay a while.
Please note that the scholars may take some time preparing your journal for others to read.