Written By Theodoric
Jan. 5, 2019, 11:20 a.m.(4/20/1010 AR)
Now that the warmth from the whiskey and the fire have both died down, and I peer over the edge of the rooftop to the dockyard below.. perhaps a contest to see who could jump over the bonfire on the roof wasn't the best of ideas. But I did get to see a man almost fly.
Written By Theodoric
Dec. 29, 2018, 1:46 p.m.(4/7/1010 AR)
The boot heels darkening the weak stone of the Lowers is draped in such finery these past days.
Written By Theodoric
Dec. 22, 2018, 5 p.m.(3/20/1010 AR)
Congratulations to all those common folk who found their voice in the council electees, for those of you still looking for yours, you know where I can be found.
Written By Theodoric
Dec. 16, 2018, 10:24 p.m.(3/9/1010 AR)
Green snow, not yellow? This is why I don't go out much.
Written By Theodoric
Dec. 9, 2018, 6:57 p.m.(2/22/1010 AR)
Reading about all these kind generous souls wanting to help rule their fellow commoner in the council warms this old man's heart. You'd think all these people already have enough to do with their day jobs, but no, they've still got time to make sure others are living the right way. How nice.
Written By Theodoric
Oct. 19, 2018, 6:20 p.m.(10/22/1009 AR)
I've always had a certain appreciation for art. I've got just the space picked out, now to find the right pieces.
Written By Theodoric
Sept. 28, 2018, 12:44 a.m.(9/7/1009 AR)
I hadn't thought this would all come together, the Commons Courts, with its great view of the lowers, a little slice of what it must be like looking down from up on the hill. It isn't anything fancy, but it'll do. Already got a couple of folks moving in, pretty soon the shops should be opening and we'll have another bit of community down here.
Written By Theodoric
Sept. 13, 2018, 11:20 p.m.(8/7/1009 AR)
Brothers? Sisters? I've got dozens, hundreds, some say thousands. On every street of the lowers, in every back alley, in manors and servants quarters around the Compact. In jail cells, and vast seats of power. Every child who walked or was carried through the doors of the Tragedy, and lived long enough to walk out on their own shares a kinship of survival and no matter how high or far they get, and should never forget where they come from.
Written By Theodoric
Aug. 26, 2018, 4:57 p.m.(6/20/1009 AR)
Nothing like a few impromptu fights to get the sands warmed up at the Hollow, I think there might be a fare business in more to come. Now to put it all together with the right fighters.
Written By Theodoric
Aug. 19, 2018, 11:16 p.m.(6/6/1009 AR)
I'm not much for fancy parties, but being paid to stand around and help people lie to each other is a more useful use of time than my typical evening. There were some truly spectacular ones, the sheer audacity of them, almost brought a tear to my eye. It's nice to know that we've all something in common.
Written By Theodoric
Aug. 6, 2018, 12:31 a.m.(5/1/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Valencia
I am always available to provide any such inspiration as you require.
Written By Theodoric
May 30, 2018, 11:01 a.m.(11/16/1008 AR)
When death comes, I'm taking everything with me.
Written By Theodoric
May 21, 2018, 12:48 a.m.(10/12/1008 AR)
I've been having this reoccurring dream, it always begins the same, I'm at home and there is a sweet smell.. something familiar, yet distant. I feel eyes on me, checking passage ways and rooms, never finding anything but every so often I see flashes of red just out of corner of my eye, like the fur of some glorious animal. I return to my room, only to be pounced upon.. and then I awake.
Written By Theodoric
May 20, 2018, 2:38 p.m.(10/11/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Monique
Who a person is can be revealed by what they're willing to give, and what they're willing to take.
Asking questions would assume they themselves know who they are.
Asking questions would assume they themselves know who they are.
Written By Theodoric
May 5, 2018, 7:33 p.m.(9/9/1008 AR)
I spent some time in the Tragedy yesterday, a lot of places in the lowers seem frozen in time, a new sign post here a redecorated store front there, but the weeds still grow and the rains still make their puddles in the same places, I've lived here my entire life and yet every time I cross from the dockyard that higher stone on the path trips me up.
The same can be said for the children that run in and out of that blessed curse of a home from where I came, who never seem to change. Though the lot I spent some time with yesterday were fairly good at dice. While I was entertaining the children I was visited by the very spirit of hope and charity in the guise of a disheveled man, but then what are hope and charity supposed to look like? He bade me to examine the lessons I was imparting my young proteges about how their chance might come by once and that they should seize it regardless of the cost to others, from where I sit, had I stopped to help anyone I'd never have made it past Tragedy.
The same can be said for the children that run in and out of that blessed curse of a home from where I came, who never seem to change. Though the lot I spent some time with yesterday were fairly good at dice. While I was entertaining the children I was visited by the very spirit of hope and charity in the guise of a disheveled man, but then what are hope and charity supposed to look like? He bade me to examine the lessons I was imparting my young proteges about how their chance might come by once and that they should seize it regardless of the cost to others, from where I sit, had I stopped to help anyone I'd never have made it past Tragedy.
Written By Theodoric
March 16, 2018, 1:25 a.m.(5/14/1008 AR)
There are a few types of quiet in the city. The still silence of a great storm, which dampens spirits, drives people under soggy shelter, and into unfamiliar beds. The grand lusty silence after a great victory, when people clasp together in drunken stupors or rapturous moments of stolen bliss. A sullen silence of great loss, when the color fades from every sleeve and cheek, where only long wails and loud bells sound purchase.
Otherwise the city breathes, great full breaths, an insatiable creature full of a cacophony of sound glasses clinking, never ending foot falls of transit, murmurs and whispers, screams and exaltations, new life and last breaths.
Even a city tries sleeps, but seldom does. Having spent most of my life in the shadowed passage way between twilights, I hear yet another kind of silence, that this night the city holds its breath. So many empty pillows, lonely lovers, and upset stomachs. The great city with its bulbous top now finds itself bottom heavy. Slovenly, sick, and weighty with the drain of prestige and promise having sprinted away to wars.
Which silence will return with them?
Otherwise the city breathes, great full breaths, an insatiable creature full of a cacophony of sound glasses clinking, never ending foot falls of transit, murmurs and whispers, screams and exaltations, new life and last breaths.
Even a city tries sleeps, but seldom does. Having spent most of my life in the shadowed passage way between twilights, I hear yet another kind of silence, that this night the city holds its breath. So many empty pillows, lonely lovers, and upset stomachs. The great city with its bulbous top now finds itself bottom heavy. Slovenly, sick, and weighty with the drain of prestige and promise having sprinted away to wars.
Which silence will return with them?
Written By Theodoric
Jan. 21, 2017, 1:37 p.m.(9/21/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Livye
The Two-Headed Asp is a favorite haunt of Theodoric, and it wasn't at all difficult for a relationship between Theodoric and Livye to strike up especially when he would bring more and more Ulbran hoodlums into the inn. During one particularly lively disagreement, Theodoric was impressed by Livye's ability to turn a bad situation into something good and after some talks Theodoric brought Livye in the family. The two have grown older since those youthful days, but Theodoric relies on Livye to handle and fix matters that need a sharp eye and a sharper mind; it'd be exceedingly rare that Theodoric wouldn't immediately back whatever is on Livye's mind and she's one of the few folks who can speak her mind openly to the crime lord without fear of a violent response.
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