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Written By Ophne

Oct. 30, 2020, 9:35 p.m.(4/18/1014 AR)

I am back in Arx. Back within four walls and the smothering buildings that suck my oxygen dry with every passing day. People wandering aimlessly down manmade roads searching for purpose they will never find. How I long for the wild again. Yet, within the Stone Grove there is a small group of evergreens that if I lay upon the grass beneath it and stare upwards, I have found I can forget the prison I am trapped within. I may find myself waking here.

Written By Ophne

Sept. 22, 2020, 3:03 a.m.(1/25/1014 AR)

Winter reminds me of the north, where the snow loved the mountains and forests so much that it would kiss them gently and wrap them safe and warm beneath an imperfect quilt of white. Home -- a magical snow-globe world that I have missed to the core of my being. I am glad that winter has come now to Arx.

Written By Ophne

Aug. 30, 2020, 1:11 p.m.(12/8/1013 AR)

When is a raccoon not a raccoon? Apparently when your cousin insists on calling it a rabbit. But apart from the black eye mask, the ears, the tail and the opposable thumbs, I do just happen to be able to differentiate quite easily between the two species.

... and no, goats are not dogs either. I saw what you did there.

Also, rabbits don't eat eggs!

Written By Ophne

Aug. 25, 2020, 12:33 p.m.(11/26/1013 AR)

I invented a new game. Plate War.

It is intensely irritating that on my first outing of this glorious game of sneak moves and tactics I was beaten by a novice. I shall plan more carefully in the future.

Written By Ophne

Aug. 20, 2020, 6:46 a.m.(11/15/1013 AR)

Sometimes it's good to try your hand at something new, and sometimes it's not.

I tried poetry this week. I hadn't intended to since poetry isn't something that I've ever enjoyed, but on hearing of Lady Mabelle's contest, inspiration struck! I thought it four lines of perfection myself, and Ria nearly choked on a nut so great was his surprise that I, /I/ could write something so passionate. Lady Mabelle's reaction was a little less promising, so I shall not pen another poem. It's perhaps for the best.

I have turned my hand to art instead, and tonight sketched the figure of a man emerging from the ocean. Now, as I look at what I drew, he more resembles a squid than anything else.

Written By Ophne

Aug. 17, 2020, 6:22 a.m.(11/9/1013 AR)

What was a tranquil moment for me in The Grotto was ruined tonight! It might /well/ be fashionable to dilute a glass of wine with a splash of cool water, but when that water arrives in a torrent great enough to throw the wine from the glass right up in your face, I beg to differ. Jumping into the pools should be banned.

Someone needs a solid punching.

Written By Ophne

Aug. 12, 2020, 6:30 a.m.(10/27/1013 AR)

My first meeting with Archlector Brigida did not go well.

Her staff hurts when thwacked upon a shin.

Written By Ophne

Aug. 12, 2020, 6:26 a.m.(10/27/1013 AR)

Someone told me that they always try to find something about someone to flatter. I don't enjoy flattery, and believe that for everyone's sakes it's better to be honest and truthful. It's false and insincere, and it's likely to cause me to punch someone in the face if such were done to me, or at the very least avoid them in the future.

I'd rather be complimented.

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