Written By Macda
March 20, 2022, 8:05 p.m.(4/25/1017 AR)
Relationship Note on Amari
On preparing for every possible occasion: From our brief meeting, I have every confidence that you will emerge triumphant from any unexpected encounters with bears, monkeys, and jellyfish.
Written By Macda
Oct. 5, 2021, 4:38 a.m.(4/28/1016 AR)
Relationship Note on Lucita
On unforgettable gifts: Go back to the fish, I think you're onto something there!
Written By Macda
Sept. 20, 2021, 1:45 a.m.(3/25/1016 AR)
Relationship Note on Ryhalt
On the inability to bottle bravery: I know of some brewers who would disagree!
Written By Macda
Sept. 14, 2020, 11:31 a.m.(1/9/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Talwyn
Flashback.
Summary: The green snow had been disorienting. Macda had found herself outside- wandering- in soaked slippers, a soaked-through jumper, and a blanket that was collecting the infected ice crystals. Time had passed and alls he remembers doing was drinking. Lots of drinking and talking. And her hands hurt- but they always did. Good thing she had been so battered in recent days, she still had her aeterna healing wraps to cover the aching fingers and some more for her forearm. She prayed for the blessing that was Andry, at some point during the Tattooing "event" that swept over some of Arx's Faithful. If not for his demanding and then carrying of her to the Mercies, she would be much worse off; beyond the need for the ribbons. She had grown to consider the feelings of the Bayweathers, both men had been good to her beyond reason. They were indescribably good priests, with their different perceptions and yet unwavering faith to what they believe is right. So Andry's possible disappointment and potential chastisement weighed heavily on her as she returned home missing Thistleton, her shoes, the coat Talwyn gave her.
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Talwyn - where have you gone?
Summary: The green snow had been disorienting. Macda had found herself outside- wandering- in soaked slippers, a soaked-through jumper, and a blanket that was collecting the infected ice crystals. Time had passed and alls he remembers doing was drinking. Lots of drinking and talking. And her hands hurt- but they always did. Good thing she had been so battered in recent days, she still had her aeterna healing wraps to cover the aching fingers and some more for her forearm. She prayed for the blessing that was Andry, at some point during the Tattooing "event" that swept over some of Arx's Faithful. If not for his demanding and then carrying of her to the Mercies, she would be much worse off; beyond the need for the ribbons. She had grown to consider the feelings of the Bayweathers, both men had been good to her beyond reason. They were indescribably good priests, with their different perceptions and yet unwavering faith to what they believe is right. So Andry's possible disappointment and potential chastisement weighed heavily on her as she returned home missing Thistleton, her shoes, the coat Talwyn gave her.
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Talwyn - where have you gone?
Written By Macda
Sept. 3, 2020, 11:27 p.m.(12/16/1013 AR)
Macda Asked for a topic on a song, the gods gave her a surprise.......the following song has been written but there is no clue as to whom its for.
For I knew a girl her hair shone like the sun, her smile was the light of Limerick. It was for This smile I loved her so, by lovely my beautiful Annabeth
For I knew a girl who was lost to herself, lost to herself... lost to herself
My beautiful Annabeth
For my heartbreaks, and aches in remembrance
There was something I could do...
There was something I should do....
I will always love you.
The gods are true
The gods ensue
Their wraith is like none other
my sweet love was lost, her heart a torn
fed by lies
fed by lies
She turned her eyes away, into darkness.
For I knew a girl, her hair shone like the sun, before the demons came
She was mine.. for a small time.
It was for her smile I loved her so
My lovely... my beautiful, Annabeth...
For I knew a girl her hair shone like the sun, her smile was the light of Limerick. It was for This smile I loved her so, by lovely my beautiful Annabeth
For I knew a girl who was lost to herself, lost to herself... lost to herself
My beautiful Annabeth
For my heartbreaks, and aches in remembrance
There was something I could do...
There was something I should do....
I will always love you.
The gods are true
The gods ensue
Their wraith is like none other
my sweet love was lost, her heart a torn
fed by lies
fed by lies
She turned her eyes away, into darkness.
For I knew a girl, her hair shone like the sun, before the demons came
She was mine.. for a small time.
It was for her smile I loved her so
My lovely... my beautiful, Annabeth...
Written By Macda
Sept. 3, 2020, 11:21 p.m.(12/16/1013 AR)
Macda's been writing songs.. and they are all oh so sad. But Bawdy!
"Oh the sea's they be a rocking, a rocking the bot ashore, two lovers forevermore being rocked ashore... the moon was bright so blindling so to one lovers heart searching
Oh she was shearching high and she was searching low, below below the buckles of the lord to find the treasures there.
Lost at sea, lost with me, my heart was a searching for a love lost at sea."
"Oh the sea's they be a rocking, a rocking the bot ashore, two lovers forevermore being rocked ashore... the moon was bright so blindling so to one lovers heart searching
Oh she was shearching high and she was searching low, below below the buckles of the lord to find the treasures there.
Lost at sea, lost with me, my heart was a searching for a love lost at sea."
Written By Macda
July 24, 2020, 1:25 p.m.(9/18/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Pharamond
none
Written By Macda
July 23, 2020, 5:19 p.m.(9/16/1013 AR)
I visited the Menagerie, and now truly desire all of the plushie collectibles. Its some kind of desire I am just unsure about, but some deep part of me needs to collect them all... I hope some of the townsfolk play my scavenger hunt.
Written By Macda
Dec. 8, 2019, 12:11 p.m.(5/4/1012 AR)
Newly returned to the city and already I find myself engaged in a drinking contest of foolsbane, suggested by one of my cousins who most certainly is a bad influence on me. If I live through the event, I'll take much more care to frequent the Hall of Heroes alone. I wasn't nearly so drunk that the statues started speaking but clearly imbibed enough to make questionable decisions.
Written By Macda
Jan. 11, 2019, 6:58 p.m.(5/5/1010 AR)
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All that rises under the Moon will rot.
Time and each other have men fought,
Yet stars remind of the cycle taught.
Cold lonely night burns in fatal day,
Upon his chest, her head did lay.
Swimming in smoke until she forgot,
Whispered words of secrets sought.
Cast out echoes filled with praise,
A perfection of pleasure is the way.
Her persuasive song secures an accord,
Blood and word, he does easily afford.
A climbing rose seeking a sun's power,
Yields strangling coils in night's hour.
Neglect not Dawn's required forethought.
All that rises under the Moon will rot.
Time and each other have men fought,
Yet stars remind of the cycle taught.
Cold lonely night burns in fatal day,
Upon his chest, her head did lay.
Swimming in smoke until she forgot,
Whispered words of secrets sought.
Cast out echoes filled with praise,
A perfection of pleasure is the way.
Her persuasive song secures an accord,
Blood and word, he does easily afford.
A climbing rose seeking a sun's power,
Yields strangling coils in night's hour.
Neglect not Dawn's required forethought.
Written By Macda
Jan. 5, 2019, 10:29 a.m.(4/20/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Thena
The Grandmaster gets it.
Written By Macda
Dec. 28, 2018, 9:44 p.m.(4/5/1010 AR)
Perhaps you shouldn't stand in places where strangers offer you gifts.
Written By Macda
Dec. 25, 2018, 9:27 a.m.(3/26/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Sparte
"While I am sad to see so many people discover they are not in love..."
Oh Sparte. I do adore your ways of looking at the world.
Oh Sparte. I do adore your ways of looking at the world.
Written By Macda
Dec. 18, 2018, 9:49 a.m.(3/12/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Luca
Luca knows everything. Let me just make a note of that. Thank you, Thistleton.
Written By Macda
Dec. 15, 2018, 8:25 p.m.(3/6/1010 AR)
an echo from Trader's Tavern
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How I adore our little games:
daggers, passes, calling names.
Someone rendered your skin thin,
not wiser, nor more fit to win.
Find another fit for blame?
Pick one poorly, say their name.
'Til forever, you claimed to want,
So be forever caged until I can't.
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How I adore our little games:
daggers, passes, calling names.
Someone rendered your skin thin,
not wiser, nor more fit to win.
Find another fit for blame?
Pick one poorly, say their name.
'Til forever, you claimed to want,
So be forever caged until I can't.
Written By Macda
Dec. 15, 2018, 1:08 a.m.(3/5/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Harlex
I survived, surely. Cheers, chaos beast.
Written By Macda
Dec. 9, 2018, 1:27 a.m.(2/21/1010 AR)
To my disbelief, I had not been to an Annual Ashford Pastry Toss before- so the 150th was a good number to start on.
To my further disbelief, I did not know the handstand tricks I had been doing at the challenge of Harlex would ever win me anything.
To Prince Talwyn's disbelief, I have no shame and a terrible capacity for whimsical amusement at his expense.
To Princess Terese's disbelief, I executed a perfect backflip into a handstand, kicked a falling, jam-covered scone bit into the centre of her brother's face, and masterfully nailed the front handspring- without knocking over the table and sending food and drinks everywhere.
Not a bad evening.
To my further disbelief, I did not know the handstand tricks I had been doing at the challenge of Harlex would ever win me anything.
To Prince Talwyn's disbelief, I have no shame and a terrible capacity for whimsical amusement at his expense.
To Princess Terese's disbelief, I executed a perfect backflip into a handstand, kicked a falling, jam-covered scone bit into the centre of her brother's face, and masterfully nailed the front handspring- without knocking over the table and sending food and drinks everywhere.
Not a bad evening.
Written By Macda
Nov. 26, 2018, 9:45 a.m.(1/23/1010 AR)
From the Sleepless Knight.
Rooftops
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How could I've known that I could conquer your heart
By reflecting as someone else.
And who would've thought
I could comfort your heart,
When I can't recognise myself.
I know how she speaks,
How she moves when she doesn't know what to say.
Sometimes her emotions carry her away.
So she scales my rooftop every night
And when I sleep she disappears in moonlight.
For when she sleeps, she is torn apart
And I must banish her vexed counterpart.
I will follow her, she will be my possession
Everything you are is a piece in my collection.
I'll pick her up, mend her, until she is perfection.
How could I've known that at dawn you flee
Leaving only bones for me.
And who would've thought
You'd hide somewhere unfound
To conceal a piece that won't be bound.
You know how I speak,
How I try to imitate
The ways I know I should behave
But you've got nothing more to say
Down to every detail I won't miss today.
'Cause I know all her usual lines,
And all her favourite things.
How her broken mind
Keeps her up at night
And how she falls for lack of wings.
Rooftops
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How could I've known that I could conquer your heart
By reflecting as someone else.
And who would've thought
I could comfort your heart,
When I can't recognise myself.
I know how she speaks,
How she moves when she doesn't know what to say.
Sometimes her emotions carry her away.
So she scales my rooftop every night
And when I sleep she disappears in moonlight.
For when she sleeps, she is torn apart
And I must banish her vexed counterpart.
I will follow her, she will be my possession
Everything you are is a piece in my collection.
I'll pick her up, mend her, until she is perfection.
How could I've known that at dawn you flee
Leaving only bones for me.
And who would've thought
You'd hide somewhere unfound
To conceal a piece that won't be bound.
You know how I speak,
How I try to imitate
The ways I know I should behave
But you've got nothing more to say
Down to every detail I won't miss today.
'Cause I know all her usual lines,
And all her favourite things.
How her broken mind
Keeps her up at night
And how she falls for lack of wings.
Written By Macda
Nov. 21, 2018, 6:46 p.m.(1/14/1010 AR)
Standing here again, another Dawn threatens the twilight and I find myself musing in my juxtaposition. My father's words scrape at the edges of my restlessness, creeping upon my core with frosting memory. I had complained about being wintered in Arx many years ago. As I remember it, I created a perch on the roof above my room in the mid-winter storm, and with only a blanket, my obstinacy, and warm cider; stolen from the party that roared within.
"The view from out there is no better than from here."
Is it though? Are these snow-covered balconies and darkly iced lampposts the same from this window; only two floors removed from stepping stones, granted the glamour of stillness and cleanliness, in a quickly sullied illusion?
Should the view lack of quality here in the quiet of a false solitude; when he sleeps deeper in this one span of two precious hours than any all night? Or should it only compare from the same relative opulence and risk?
A small truth may be that it is all the same. The view is dependent on a single moment in time crafted from all the possibilities- never to be hated or cherished again.
So he sleeps, and in his silence, his mind finally exhausts of a familiar battle with hauntings of compassionate empathy. They let him sleep.
The snow keeps falling over the Palace in the distance. Several views from this window are much better than the nest on high.
Yet.
We all fall down from here.
"The view from out there is no better than from here."
Is it though? Are these snow-covered balconies and darkly iced lampposts the same from this window; only two floors removed from stepping stones, granted the glamour of stillness and cleanliness, in a quickly sullied illusion?
Should the view lack of quality here in the quiet of a false solitude; when he sleeps deeper in this one span of two precious hours than any all night? Or should it only compare from the same relative opulence and risk?
A small truth may be that it is all the same. The view is dependent on a single moment in time crafted from all the possibilities- never to be hated or cherished again.
So he sleeps, and in his silence, his mind finally exhausts of a familiar battle with hauntings of compassionate empathy. They let him sleep.
The snow keeps falling over the Palace in the distance. Several views from this window are much better than the nest on high.
Yet.
We all fall down from here.
Written By Macda
Nov. 19, 2018, 4:58 p.m.(1/10/1010 AR)
From the Raconteur.
Just Keep Lying
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I want to know if it was love,
- Blessed of Gold, I never loved her.
Another one, another you?
- It wasn't me, there I said it.
- Smell of your hair, a blushing rose.
- You. could. be. the. one. for. me.
Or another body to get tangled in.
If anything was there, you dragged us low.
A physical kiss is nothing without trust.
You close your eyes to what you've done.
- The body that lies with her is foreign,
- She never remains after rising sun.
- Bright Eyes, she can't know love.
- Made of Gold, I never loved her.
Another one, another you.
It wasn't love, dare I say it.
A heart will swell before it hardens,
With a touch of ice, it grows cold.
Another wound that'll never heal.
I've left bare what keeps my soul.
- Bright Eyes, she doesn't know my love.
Blessed of Iron, I know, you never loved her.
Just Keep Lying
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I want to know if it was love,
- Blessed of Gold, I never loved her.
Another one, another you?
- It wasn't me, there I said it.
- Smell of your hair, a blushing rose.
- You. could. be. the. one. for. me.
Or another body to get tangled in.
If anything was there, you dragged us low.
A physical kiss is nothing without trust.
You close your eyes to what you've done.
- The body that lies with her is foreign,
- She never remains after rising sun.
- Bright Eyes, she can't know love.
- Made of Gold, I never loved her.
Another one, another you.
It wasn't love, dare I say it.
A heart will swell before it hardens,
With a touch of ice, it grows cold.
Another wound that'll never heal.
I've left bare what keeps my soul.
- Bright Eyes, she doesn't know my love.
Blessed of Iron, I know, you never loved her.
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