Written By Modi
Dec. 13, 2020, 7:32 p.m.(7/23/1014 AR)
Back in the city of Arx at last. It's been a long journey, but my vacation was fantastic at clearing my perceptions for the future. My little friend has also made it back in on piece. A shame they are still locked within their shell, but in time I expect they'll be very happy to greet the day.
Ah. What to do, what to do. So many people to meet. So many smiles to give. So much, so much.
Ah. What to do, what to do. So many people to meet. So many smiles to give. So much, so much.
Written By Modi
April 3, 2020, 12:08 a.m.(1/16/1013 AR)
It's so nice to have winter in Arx. The cool chill and the wind sweeping through the snow reminds me of home. The whole world, a shimmering alabaster. It's also weather for the most important piece of fashion: Fuzzy scarves!
Written By Modi
March 9, 2020, 6:39 p.m.(11/24/1012 AR)
I'm becoming an admirer of coffee. Time and again spent inside the Bold Expressions, by the fire with a warm drink. The season may not be the kindest time for it, but it still reminds me of home now and again. Life is going alright. I've been shown opportunity by my peers in the Whisper house, the mercantile work comes steadily. For the first time in awhile, I'm feeling quite content.
Written By Modi
Sept. 22, 2019, 2:23 a.m.(11/17/1011 AR)
It draws close to a year since I had first arrived in Arx. A year since I had bent my knee to the Compact and this great kingdom graciously afforded me security and a home. Today I wish to take one step further toward realizing my place in this culture.
I, Modi Blackbelt, do hereby swear that I shall no longer practice the art of shamanism. The Pantheon shall be the only guide for my soul. Their teachings my only conscience, their traditions my future rituals toward virtue.
The advice of spirits and the tribute we gave to them was comforting. But it is in the past. With a people no longer living. This is the present. And all the future of my life belongs to the Compact. It is time for me to move on and let nothing else distract me from the thirteen gods.
I look forward to discovering new happiness with a singular purpose in mind.
I, Modi Blackbelt, do hereby swear that I shall no longer practice the art of shamanism. The Pantheon shall be the only guide for my soul. Their teachings my only conscience, their traditions my future rituals toward virtue.
The advice of spirits and the tribute we gave to them was comforting. But it is in the past. With a people no longer living. This is the present. And all the future of my life belongs to the Compact. It is time for me to move on and let nothing else distract me from the thirteen gods.
I look forward to discovering new happiness with a singular purpose in mind.
Written By Modi
Sept. 2, 2019, 12:26 a.m.(10/5/1011 AR)
A project flickered into my mind's eye not too long ago. It's been two, three weeks? Maybe more. But I am getting closer to a new piece of jewelry.
Step one. Supply. Seven dragonweep in my possession, six to go.
Step two. Find jeweler with appropriate skills. Wish Joscelin was still here. Fun conversation and a bright mind she had. Miss her.
Step one. Supply. Seven dragonweep in my possession, six to go.
Step two. Find jeweler with appropriate skills. Wish Joscelin was still here. Fun conversation and a bright mind she had. Miss her.
Written By Modi
Aug. 14, 2019, 1:14 a.m.(8/23/1011 AR)
Goodness gracious. Nine! Nine offers for patronage from peerage across the city! Northeners, Lycene, Oathlanders, Crownlanders, even a Lady from the Mourning Isles. I am overwhelmed with the prospect of speaking to so many of the higher society. Excited! Nervous! Terrified! Determined! I've not had this much energy coursing through me for years!
Calm now Modi, calm. Opportunity is like an open door. Unsure of what is on the other side, no reason to rush through. Unless you are being chased. Luckily, I am not being chased. The path can be steadily observed.
Other news. By the gracious generosity of Radiant Bliss, I've relocated to the Whisper House proper. It is here that I will be able to better hone my studies on Compact etiquette and diplomacy. As well as a place where I might feel safe from the strife and violence leveled against Prodigals these past months. It has been... difficult to walk the streets. I feel eyes upon me. Glares or looks of pity. I am unsure who's gaze will turn to action. I hope none, but I cannot be certain.
In the future, I hope to repay Radiant Bliss' kindness in full for returning peace to me. In the meantime, it is my responsibility to mingle and understand. Learn. Make an impression.
Small steps, Modi. Small steps.
Calm now Modi, calm. Opportunity is like an open door. Unsure of what is on the other side, no reason to rush through. Unless you are being chased. Luckily, I am not being chased. The path can be steadily observed.
Other news. By the gracious generosity of Radiant Bliss, I've relocated to the Whisper House proper. It is here that I will be able to better hone my studies on Compact etiquette and diplomacy. As well as a place where I might feel safe from the strife and violence leveled against Prodigals these past months. It has been... difficult to walk the streets. I feel eyes upon me. Glares or looks of pity. I am unsure who's gaze will turn to action. I hope none, but I cannot be certain.
In the future, I hope to repay Radiant Bliss' kindness in full for returning peace to me. In the meantime, it is my responsibility to mingle and understand. Learn. Make an impression.
Small steps, Modi. Small steps.
Written By Modi
Aug. 2, 2019, 1:54 a.m.(7/27/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Berenice
Hindsight is many things. Clarity. Retrospect. Reflection.
Hindsight does not banish crippling embarrassment, merely replays it again and again and again and again...
Hindsight does not banish crippling embarrassment, merely replays it again and again and again and again...
Written By Modi
May 13, 2019, 5 p.m.(2/6/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
I think I had a date. It is called a date when you enjoy a dinner out with someone whose company you greatly enjoy, yes?
Yes. It was a very nice date. I hope to do it again soon.
Yes. It was a very nice date. I hope to do it again soon.
Written By Modi
Dec. 2, 2018, 11:07 p.m.(2/8/1010 AR)
I don't enjoy finding a gray hair. No no, I don't enjoy it much at all.
Written By Modi
Nov. 18, 2018, 5 p.m.(1/8/1010 AR)
Perhaps the most fascinating thing I've found in my studies of the Compact's culture is just how draped many are in the facets of superstition. My clan was very deeply engrossed in mythology as well, I'd expect that would be one of the many things I would have to leave behind when I bent the knee. Yet everywhere I turn it seems there is a new tall tale. Griffons, sphinxes, sea serpents, dragons... The ancestor's imaginations must have been running wild.
These creatures make for fine metaphors. Though still surprising to see them so often talked about in the present, the tales of my clan usually whittled away after childhood.
On a different note, duskstone... Marvelous little gems.
These creatures make for fine metaphors. Though still surprising to see them so often talked about in the present, the tales of my clan usually whittled away after childhood.
On a different note, duskstone... Marvelous little gems.
Written By Modi
Oct. 5, 2018, 10:13 p.m.(9/22/1009 AR)
Several days pass since sleeping in the Lowers. Several days now with a ceiling and bed.
I had heard of the Compact's luxuries through story only. Now that I have experienced it, I could not fathom just how far decadence could truly reach. It's intoxicating to say the least.
I had heard of the Compact's luxuries through story only. Now that I have experienced it, I could not fathom just how far decadence could truly reach. It's intoxicating to say the least.
Written By Modi
Oct. 2, 2018, 10:54 p.m.(9/17/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Yasmine
A prodigal being famous seemed ridiculous yesterday. I was very wrong. Now I have help. Now I have a roof.
It is much to take in. For the first time, I think on with my head on a pillow.
It is much to take in. For the first time, I think on with my head on a pillow.
Written By Modi
Aug. 6, 2018, 3:41 p.m.(5/3/1009 AR)
I met a nice man who offered to pay for some lodgings. In return, I'm to work at the soup kitchen in the Lower Boroughs. I've liked this arrangement. My back would not tolerate my sleeping on the ground much longer, and the rooms are much warmer.
It gives me hope to see generosity on display in my new home.
It gives me hope to see generosity on display in my new home.
Written By Modi
Aug. 3, 2018, 6:21 p.m.(4/25/1009 AR)
It has been only a few short days since I set foot in Arx. A month since I'd bent the knee. It is a strange feeling being surrounded by walls so high, to see so many new faces everyday as well. I fear I may never get used to it. Perhaps it is just anxiety? I do not know.
I've met few other prodigals since my arrival. They tell tales that we are not treated kindly within the Compact's society. I suppose I will have to watch myself closely, but the few tutoring sessions I've had on social propriety seems to stem the bulk of the rudeness.
I hope to find a place to rest my head soon enough. Sleeping beneath canopies in the lower boroughs does not lend itself to safety and the ground is hard. I've not been kind to my back and I will pay for it. Oh well, these houses are tall. Surely one of them will open its doors soon enough.
I've met few other prodigals since my arrival. They tell tales that we are not treated kindly within the Compact's society. I suppose I will have to watch myself closely, but the few tutoring sessions I've had on social propriety seems to stem the bulk of the rudeness.
I hope to find a place to rest my head soon enough. Sleeping beneath canopies in the lower boroughs does not lend itself to safety and the ground is hard. I've not been kind to my back and I will pay for it. Oh well, these houses are tall. Surely one of them will open its doors soon enough.
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