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Written By Raziel

July 2, 2020, 8:42 a.m.(8/1/1013 AR)

The bombs worked, but it will take some refining before they're useable, much less for battle. I'm sure there are more reliable ways to blow things up, gas being so volatile, but now we know.

Written By Raymesin

July 2, 2020, 6:51 a.m.(8/1/1013 AR)

Forgive me, Scholar, but I thought reaving, like piracy, was considered a crime.

Or is it another of those things that's only criminal when commoners do it?

Written By Bahiya

July 2, 2020, 1:09 a.m.(8/1/1013 AR)

Tonight, I danced. It's been some time, the first my feet have moved as such in this new city. It was a fitting venue, in that it happened at the Stormbird's Roost, a delightful place for anyone but especially those that favor Eurusi cuisine.

It pleased me to taste and scent the air, the good things I had to leave behind are not; they are right here, at my fingertips. Literally.

Written By Haakon

July 1, 2020, 10:59 p.m.(7/28/1013 AR)

Relationship Note on Iseulet

...they sail to Arvum, buy boatloads of people, and I kill them? Take as old as time, that.

They had a nice ship, at least.

Written By Thea

July 1, 2020, 10:36 p.m.(7/28/1013 AR)

Attended the opening of Stormbird's Roost, to support Rukhnis. My fellow physician and friend. Yes scholar, I tried grasshoppers and lizards. All new foods were downed with a glass of some very good whiskey. And was surrounded by friends. And then Rocco delivered me a letter...And then another regarding more just-things you don't want to know. And just like that scholar, my mind was oblivious. And now here I am, on my couch. Missing a shoe and Finn licking my face. I don't have evenings like this very often. If ever. But it's a new day and I'm up. And it's time to go figure out--what the hells is going on. In more than one area it seems.

Written By Iseulet

July 1, 2020, 4:27 p.m.(7/28/1013 AR)

Relationship Note on Haakon

When a mommy Gildorian and a daddy Gildorian love each other very much.....

Written By Piccola

July 1, 2020, 3:21 p.m.(7/28/1013 AR)

A noble is best when people barely know that she exist; not so good when people obey and acclaim her; and worst when people despise her. A noble who fails to honor people shall never be honored. For the nation is most prosperous when the work is done, the aims fulfilled, and the people will take all the credit, not when its nobles scramble for the acknowledgment of having done their duty.

Written By Esme

July 1, 2020, 2:24 p.m.(7/28/1013 AR)


I should do this far more often. It lifts my spirits and lets me focus on other things. I don't have to worry about conversation so much as hitting a target and the mercies step in.

Send word if anyone wants to spar. I prefer to use the weapons provided by Laurent and leathers for armor.

Written By Lisebet

July 1, 2020, 1:18 p.m.(7/28/1013 AR)

Time seems to pass so quickly, and I find that all the things I want to do mostly still remain undone. I suppose that means if I still want to do them, it's time to pick them up again.

Written By Mabelle

July 1, 2020, 11:14 a.m.(7/28/1013 AR)

Relationship Note on Orvyn

It appears the Marquis is not only a poet with numbers.

It was an honor to compete alongside him, Lady Liliana and Lord Vandorean in the Bard's college's contest.

Congratulations to the winners.

Written By Lys

July 1, 2020, 10:21 a.m.(7/27/1013 AR)

Relationship Note on Shard

I'm pretty sure you don't trust anyone, friend.

Written By Evaristo

July 1, 2020, 9:30 a.m.(7/27/1013 AR)

Relationship Note on Haakon

Gildorian is a kingdom in Eurus.

Written By Malcolm

July 1, 2020, 8:23 a.m.(7/27/1013 AR)

I'm real sure that since I've been a Duke and started acting, dressing, and eating more like a Duke that my middle's getting squishy.

Written By Sunaia

July 1, 2020, 8:11 a.m.(7/27/1013 AR)

-- I should not have dipped into the whiskey, I know this Scholar. Wait, wait, are you having trouble breathing, Scholar - -

You're laughing at me. Please, note, that Scholar Einar laughed at my plight. It might have made me laugh too. Believe that I'm going to leave that vague enough so that if someone in another age from now gets bored enough to pick this up, they'll wonder if I laughed. Or not. Who knows? I'll make you wonder indefinitely, future bored person.

This week, I have spent some of my idle time wondering what I would like to make of myself, who should I be?

(Mostly while volunteering to muck out stables.)

Because of choice, because of freedom, because of will - because I was daydreaming - this is a very short list of various options:

* Drop everything, invent a new name (Susan) for myself, and run off to join a Kismet Carnival.

* Learn to sing (badly) and act (not as badly) and join the Mummers.

* Make an attempt to settle down (not yet.) Find a good political alliance with a nice lady (or lord) - or possibly a nice prince (or princess) who is far enough from the line of inheritance so that we can travel everywhere without needing to worry about duty or responsibilities.

* Become an actual Liberator. Godsworn to Skald.

* Become an actual member of the King's Own. I think I fight well enough to keep up with the Hundred. I think.

* Go feral, become a literal hedge-knight.

Written By Raymesin

July 1, 2020, 5:28 a.m.(7/27/1013 AR)

So, Scholar, it seems as there are folks out there as still think the Queen of Endings and Mother of Beginnings kills people.

I can't believe I've got to say this, but She doesn't.

People kill people. Animals kill people. Their own bodies kill people. The weather, the tide, the world around us, the things we make - all these things kill people. The Queen of Endings and Mother of Beginnings doesn't. When we've died, that's when She gathers our souls up and decides what to do with us. But really, looking at Her that way is looking at Her the wrong way round. It's natural - we all know we're going to die sometime - but where we tend to focus isn't where we really should.

See, She's the one who sent us out here to be people in the first place. The Mother of Beginnings takes a soul - whether it's one that's been round the Wheel before, or one that's brand shiny new on the Wheel - and she puts it in a body. She sends us out into the world and lets us live our lives, then gathers us up again when they're done. I don't know why - I'm not even Godsworn, never mind willing to suggest I can speak for Her - but that's what the Godsworn tell us She does.

Why would She end our lives, when She gave us them to start with?

Written By Haakon

July 1, 2020, 2:20 a.m.(7/27/1013 AR)

Anyone know where Gildorians come from?

The easy bets would be Gildor or Gildoria, something of that nature. Whatever the name, I'm told it's a Kingdom.

Killed a few Gildorians of late with no damned idea where they come from, and I can hardly ask them, now.

Written By Lisebet

July 1, 2020, 12:17 a.m.(7/27/1013 AR)

Languages are fascinating. I believe I may have said this before, but that doesn't make it less than true. Perhaps one day they will bore me, but I somehow suspect that day is very far in the future. So many languages!

Written By Amieli

June 30, 2020, 11:29 p.m.(7/27/1013 AR)

Relationship Note on Ian

Yet another friend, mentor, and simply brilliant person to feel inadequate beside. But adventures with him truly are the best.

Written By Braelynn

June 30, 2020, 9:20 p.m.(7/26/1013 AR)

Flowers are beautiful,
But they hold no candle to you.
You have a better sense of humor,
and your skin is softer.

I am terrible at poetry. Very terrible.

Written By Piccola

June 30, 2020, 9:05 p.m.(7/26/1013 AR)

Monsters often make their victims believe that they are somehow responsible for their own fate.

The danger of tolerating any hurtful behavior is that it can all too quickly become the norm. If we allow ourselves to get away with anything we know to be destructive without taking responsibility for the gravity of what we have done, we are that much more likely to minimize the offense. And once the actions are justified, they are more likely to be repeated.

And not just by us, the violent; by them, the victim. Angry remarks or aggressive actions can both provoke and be used to justify retaliatory actions that may be more dangerous, like pushing and shoving someone down the stairs. And when that violence cannot be aimed at another, it is aimed at ourselves, until we are but a shell of what we once were.

I hate monsters.

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