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Written By Orelia

Oct. 29, 2018, 1:13 a.m.(11/22/1009 AR)

The last few days have been interesting. I returned home from Stonehearth. Yes I consider Arx my home these days. There's so much to see and do. So much more exciting than Stonehearth. Not that I dislike going back but... I miss Arx when I'm gone.

My first night back I ran into Gailin. He seems to be doing well in the wake of losing his wife. I'm glad. Prince Luca was well... Luca. I am not sure there's another way to describe Luca. Met one of the Ashfords. Pharamond. He seems a nice sort. Has a mouth on him, which is good since I've got one on me. He kicked my ass around the practice ring though which surprised me since he's... old.

I went to a ball too! The Grayson ball. It was fun. Though I fear I've insulted Prince Niklas and Princess Sabella. I should see if there's any way for me to rectify that. Doesn't do to have people that powerful mad at you. I should write more journal entries.

Written By Orelia

July 22, 2018, 6:20 a.m.(3/27/1009 AR)

Despite the assortment of bruises that render me rather like one of those spotted dogs, this has been a fine week.

A spar with the Warchief and Voice of House Redrain - this seemed, initially, like a Very Bad Idea (tm). But the Princess Marian is not only a remarkably skillful warrior, she's also, as it turns out, a wonderful teacher. I'll be taking her pointers on board, for certain.

Adventure awaits! Never set foot on a ship in my life. So, getting chucked in the deep end (poor choice of words, perhaps?) with an upcoming expedition to deal with some pirates. Swash swash, buckle buckle.

Promised to finish my little song about dragons and virgins, as Princess Elgana seemed rather intrigued by the subject. Or maybe it was merely a timely distraction from whatever was making she and Sir Jeffeth blush so furiously..?

The upcoming Gala is a source of great activity and good cheer already. I've volunteered to lend a hand with a few different aspects of the festivities. It might take my mind off the lack of date!

And, as always, I remain a figure of either envy or pity as Prince Luca's protege. I'd best mention that, or he'll sulk. Good boy, Luca. Good boy.

Written By Orelia

July 15, 2018, 7:44 a.m.(3/12/1009 AR)

A new sword -and- new leathers!

I feel I've perhaps been rather over-indulged this week. Not that I'm complaining.

Written By Orelia

July 7, 2018, 9:09 a.m.(2/23/1009 AR)

Relationship Note on Edward

Oh no! Place guards around the cheese, immediately if not sooner!

Written By Orelia

July 7, 2018, 6:11 a.m.(2/23/1009 AR)

Relationship Note on Joscelin

It is almost time! I imagine my dearest cousin is in quite the flurry of excitement and, knowing her, meticulous organisation.

I hope she will enjoy the few verses I've strung together for her, as my gift. And no, these ones are not about potatoes.

Not to sound like a priss, but I have absolutely /nothing/ to wear. I wonder if Luca might lend me one of his shirts, if I promise not to spill rum on it..? Bah, any garments of his are likely soaked in rum down to the last thread, anyway.

Written By Orelia

July 7, 2018, 5:59 a.m.(2/23/1009 AR)

I find myself oddly inspired, today. I can't quite put my finger on it. What? Yes, scribe, I am quite serious. Come on, here, I'll clap the rhythm for you while I sing...

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They're red, they're white, they're brown
They get that way underground
There can't be much to do
So now they have blue ones too.

We don't care what they look like, we'll eat them
Any way they can fit on our plate
Any way we can conjure to heat them
We're delighted to think they're just great.

Potato potato potato
Potato Potato Potato Potato
Potato potato potato
Potato potato potato

Sometimes you ditch the skin
To eat what it's holding in
Sometimes you'd rather, please,
Have just the outside with cheese.

They have eyes but they do not have faces
I don't know if their feeling get hurt
By just hanging around in dark places
Where they only can stare at the dirt.

Potato potato potato
Potato Potato Potato Potato
Potato potato potato
Potato potato potato

I guess the use is scant
For other parts of the plant
But that which grows in view
Is eating potato too.

I imagine them under their acres
Out in Stonehearth or Arx, just the same
They'll be wondering if they'll be bakers
Or new, deep-fried, boiled or plain.

Potato potato potato
Potato Potato Potato Potato
Potato potato potato
Potato potato
Potato potato
Potato potato potato.

(Actual credit: Cheryl Wheeler)

Written By Orelia

July 6, 2018, 8:31 a.m.(2/21/1009 AR)

Relationship Note on Edward

Connoisseur of rum and cheese, among other things.

Written By Orelia

July 2, 2018, 6:02 a.m.(2/13/1009 AR)

Relationship Note on Holt

I thought we agreed I was going to take up jousting, instead..? Just need to have a saddle fitted, noble steed.

Written By Orelia

July 1, 2018, 5:13 a.m.(2/11/1009 AR)

Relationship Note on Joscelin

How happy I am to have seen my cousin! And on her *coughing fit* birthday, too.

What do you mean, you don't see the resemblance? Rude. Two peas in a pod, we are. It's just.. one end of the pod has skinny legs and the other a delightfully shapely rear.

Written By Orelia

June 28, 2018, 2:54 p.m.(2/6/1009 AR)

It's been a mixed week, thus far.

I got to watch Caspian stab himself in the finger, which obviously brought me considerable pleasure. The same can be said of the new acquaintances I've stumbled across. Stumble being the operative word, thanks to a rather blurry breakfast with Prince Theo.

One particular highlight would have to be performing an impromptu duet with Mistress Melody. Not only did it have me recall how much I missed singing, but I was able to watch a particular Knight /actually/ swoon, in the presence of our combined voices. There is power in song. My blade is aptly named, after all! Perhaps I should take Mistress Gianna up on her invitation to visit the Bard's College. Life is not /just/ about getting knocked on one's arse in the training ring, day in, day out.

Speaking of which, I have still not quite forgiven a certain cousin for berating me on my approach to my training. We must each play the cards we are dealt.. and not everyone feels the need to define themselves by the size of their sword. Arrogant sod.

Written By Orelia

June 22, 2018, 9:44 a.m.(1/22/1009 AR)

Relationship Note on Luca

Eegads, I have a patron. Though people seem generally to look at me askance when I tell them just who it is...

I remain uncertain quite what the Prince sees in me. Perhaps nothing more than a shared passion for apathy. And haze. And whiskey. But, if imy proclivities ensure training under arguably one of the finest Champions in the Guild, then so be it!

Written By Orelia

June 22, 2018, 9:39 a.m.(1/22/1009 AR)

An eventful few days, following my return to Arx. While I have thrown myself into training with the Champions, I have still found the time to reacquaint myself with the city and its various establishments. Being rather fond of rum and music of the bawdy sort, I find myself partial to spending time in the Ebb and Flow.. but there's something to be said for the subdued comfort of the Black Fox, too. And the company one finds there is rather more forthright, which suits me well. I met one particularly buxom healer whose company was most palatable.

My room within the Keep needs some sprucing up, however. That ought to be my main task today, having accomplished little more than a rather unsteady walk, yesterday.

Note to self: a combination of whiskey, coffee, haze and dust is perhaps -not- the breakfast of Champions, after all. Unless you're Luca.

Written By Orelia

May 14, 2017, 5:51 p.m.(6/18/1006 AR)

New armor! A new sword! It's been a surprisingly good last two weeks for me.

Even working at the Murder and volunteering at soup kitchens seems fun now that I'm not at risk of dying.

Nothing can kill my cheery mood.

Written By Orelia

May 7, 2017, 5:52 p.m.(6/4/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Arianna

My dearest cousin bought me a new sword to celebrate an early birthday and the fact I survived.

I'm not sure exactly how to thank her besides perhaps writing up a song. It's a magnificent blade.

Written By Orelia

May 7, 2017, 4:32 p.m.(6/3/1006 AR)

I had written 18 pages for my essay! Yet I look at them now in the wake of the siege and find them lacking.

My prospective has changed so much. Before I had never fought a battle with the intent to kill or the fear of dying.

Now I've witnessed so many fall. How can I turn this in? I'm going to have to scrap it all.

I think I am the worst recruit in Knight of Solace's history.

Written By Orelia

May 4, 2017, 2:36 a.m.(5/23/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Armel

Of the people I expected to run into while carrying a bunny, Sir Armel was not on the list.

Everyone acts like the Knights of Solace are untouchable heroes. Legends even. They act as though Knights are not men but simply actors in a fairy tale.

Everything is always pretty, bright, and no innocents or good men go home harmed.

Sir Armel was a stark reminder that the rumors are far from the truth. He's clearly a capable leader and has done much for Knights of Solace as well as the city. But that same work has left a mark.

I think that I admire him more for that.

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