Written By Mirari
Jan. 19, 2024, 2:09 a.m.(8/1/1021 AR)
Once more, I will go to home to Setarco, and spill some fucker's blood.
Written By Mirari
Dec. 19, 2023, 8:02 p.m.(5/25/1021 AR)
That last tap is the most important. All your work could be for naught, or it could come together perfectly.
Not like there was any question.
Not like there was any question.
Written By Mirari
Nov. 19, 2023, 8:13 p.m.(3/21/1021 AR)
Crack, pop, sizzle and burn.
Written By Mirari
Nov. 12, 2023, 9:09 p.m.(3/7/1021 AR)
You can tell a person's character by the way they act when no one is watching, not what they do when there's a crowd.
Written By Mirari
Oct. 28, 2023, 4:16 p.m.(2/5/1021 AR)
Metal glints. Jewels glisten. Since returning to Arx, I've felt inspired and so the forge is hot. Fire and smoke.
I enjoy the process, because there's always a risk. The metal can burn and the blades are sharp. One wrong move, ...but life isn't much different.
The first piece I created was one that I've spent a long time considering, an alacirite sword that is aptly named. A cutlass sword, I'm rather fond of the jagged blade. It has an eerie quality to it, I used some rather unique materials, not for the faint of heart. Luckily, mine is doing just well.
Then, there's a few pieces I made to stock-up at the boutique at Of Works Obscura. This and that, though it's hard to sell a sword, I have this urge to use them all. And for those that don't want to carry one, well, I've made miniature ones to hang around the neck.
I enjoy the process, because there's always a risk. The metal can burn and the blades are sharp. One wrong move, ...but life isn't much different.
The first piece I created was one that I've spent a long time considering, an alacirite sword that is aptly named. A cutlass sword, I'm rather fond of the jagged blade. It has an eerie quality to it, I used some rather unique materials, not for the faint of heart. Luckily, mine is doing just well.
Then, there's a few pieces I made to stock-up at the boutique at Of Works Obscura. This and that, though it's hard to sell a sword, I have this urge to use them all. And for those that don't want to carry one, well, I've made miniature ones to hang around the neck.
Written By Mirari
Oct. 28, 2023, 3:14 p.m.(2/4/1021 AR)
Relationship Note on Miraya
We are all coming home. That whisper on the waves, it beckons us together. I am glad that my sister is back, I look forward to catching up. I have just the right bottle for it, too.
Written By Mirari
Oct. 20, 2023, 4:39 p.m.(1/17/1021 AR)
Relationship Note on Ravana
Here we are, back in the city, my dearest friend. I have missed you.
The family is coming together. What to do, what to do. I think I have a few ideas.
The family is coming together. What to do, what to do. I think I have a few ideas.
Written By Mirari
Oct. 19, 2023, 2:30 p.m.(1/14/1021 AR)
That sound. The first click. When your boot heel hits the stone, and you know you're home.
Written By Mirari
Jan. 27, 2022, 5:29 a.m.(1/4/1017 AR)
I found the perfect partner.
At first I was not sure of what I was looking for, or even looking at. At times I doubted myself and prayed for clarity regardless of cost. When pushed past the brink I met those new thresholds with sacrifice and single-minded determination. From the corpse of challenges conquered I produced, or found, this fascinating and unexpected treasure and it is now mine.
Mine to call my own.
Mine to admire and tend to.
Mine to shape into something beautiful.
At first I was not sure of what I was looking for, or even looking at. At times I doubted myself and prayed for clarity regardless of cost. When pushed past the brink I met those new thresholds with sacrifice and single-minded determination. From the corpse of challenges conquered I produced, or found, this fascinating and unexpected treasure and it is now mine.
Mine to call my own.
Mine to admire and tend to.
Mine to shape into something beautiful.
Written By Mirari
Jan. 27, 2022, 5:14 a.m.(1/4/1017 AR)
The crimson-drenched seas of Setarco remind us that all happiness is fleeting and that only beauty is eternal.
Written By Mirari
Jan. 27, 2022, 5:05 a.m.(1/4/1017 AR)
When a noble is born they are blessed with the privilege of duty, a life-long commitment to serving their people. They must toil endlessly to build upon what countless generations before left behind, a life of eternal competition with legends of the past to who they are ceaselessly compared.
This begins the day they are born and lasts until the day they perish.
Succeed in giving their all for their name and people and they are allowed to join those same looming, larger than life generations in the annals of history as a noble who did their duty. Good job, and nothing more.
Failure means the soiling of hundreds of years of diligent work and the destruction of dozens of legacies built by their betters. It means to be remembered forever not for their qualities but as a cautionary tale.
The demanding life of a noble is not something I wish upon any commoner but like many before me I find myself unable to respect those who do not measure to the standard set by their predecessors.
It is betrayal of the most vile kind, to not live up to the demands of one's own name, that much is clear even to a commoner like me, but thankfully history is unforgiving.
This begins the day they are born and lasts until the day they perish.
Succeed in giving their all for their name and people and they are allowed to join those same looming, larger than life generations in the annals of history as a noble who did their duty. Good job, and nothing more.
Failure means the soiling of hundreds of years of diligent work and the destruction of dozens of legacies built by their betters. It means to be remembered forever not for their qualities but as a cautionary tale.
The demanding life of a noble is not something I wish upon any commoner but like many before me I find myself unable to respect those who do not measure to the standard set by their predecessors.
It is betrayal of the most vile kind, to not live up to the demands of one's own name, that much is clear even to a commoner like me, but thankfully history is unforgiving.
Written By Mirari
Dec. 26, 2021, 5:20 p.m.(10/25/1016 AR)
Relationship Note on Sydney
They will remember us as the people who stood against Skal'daja and its chains and won.
They will remember us as the people who welcomed all those slaves with open arms and gave them a choice they never had.
My father died fighting that war. He died for things he very much believed in, and even if he was a much better person than I will ever be even I can tell our place in history is secured.
Before we got there the Saffron Chains never stood a chance.
They will remember us as the people who welcomed all those slaves with open arms and gave them a choice they never had.
My father died fighting that war. He died for things he very much believed in, and even if he was a much better person than I will ever be even I can tell our place in history is secured.
Before we got there the Saffron Chains never stood a chance.
Written By Mirari
Dec. 12, 2021, 9:56 p.m.(9/25/1016 AR)
Relationship Note on Mirari
Sometimes she must go back to where it all begun to understand how much there's still to come.
Written By Mirari
Dec. 12, 2021, 9:51 p.m.(9/25/1016 AR)
Relationship Note on Duarte
Good friends know the best gifts for just the right occasions.
Written By Mirari
Dec. 4, 2021, 4:58 p.m.(9/9/1016 AR)
Relationship Note on Medeia
You begged me to stop calling your husband out on his embarrassing statements and I agreed to it under certain terms. I did not gloat and did not make it public. Is the lady so bored and unwise that she has to rekindle feuds she worked so diligently to end? Methinks she married her perfect match.
Written By Mirari
Dec. 4, 2021, 10:26 a.m.(9/8/1016 AR)
Relationship Note on Evaristo
You only live once? Are you sure?
Written By Mirari
Dec. 1, 2021, 3:53 p.m.(9/2/1016 AR)
It is not the death of body that worries me but the slow withering of the soul, like a lush forest that is slowly drowned by the encroaching sea. The saddest endings are not the ones capped by the swift kiss of a knife but the compromises we make along the way until it is too little, too late.
Written By Mirari
Nov. 29, 2021, 2:32 a.m.(8/25/1016 AR)
Relationship Note on Haakon
I know the lord is busy talking tough and screaming at seagulls but do not forget: the lord has been cordially invited to make his mark not with limited wit, but with those large, burly, Lycene-crushing arms of his and back up his claims with some honor.
Methinks that maybe lords who are more skilled with a pen shouldn't mouth off to any who write with the ink of blood.
Methinks that maybe lords who are more skilled with a pen shouldn't mouth off to any who write with the ink of blood.
Written By Mirari
Nov. 28, 2021, 12:43 a.m.(8/23/1016 AR)
Relationship Note on Haakon
I think foolish white journals are my favorites.
We all have our off days but it takes a certain sort of character to consistently sound like they stumbled into the hallowed halls of Vellichor more than a little plastered.
Warriors of the Isles like to talk big, but it has always been funny to me how the greatest opposition they have sought over the centuries were helpless men, women and children to turn into slaves. It makes me doubt Lord Haakon's assessment of Lycene prowess.
He is, of course, welcome to prove me wrong anytime by publicly defeating any of our perfumed, quick to run, easy to kill duelists. I will brew the perfume myself.
We all have our off days but it takes a certain sort of character to consistently sound like they stumbled into the hallowed halls of Vellichor more than a little plastered.
Warriors of the Isles like to talk big, but it has always been funny to me how the greatest opposition they have sought over the centuries were helpless men, women and children to turn into slaves. It makes me doubt Lord Haakon's assessment of Lycene prowess.
He is, of course, welcome to prove me wrong anytime by publicly defeating any of our perfumed, quick to run, easy to kill duelists. I will brew the perfume myself.
Written By Mirari
Nov. 23, 2021, 6:33 p.m.(8/15/1016 AR)
Conceit: the inability to read the room and realize you are not coming off tough or witty.
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