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Written By Kiera

May 31, 2020, 11:57 a.m.(5/22/1013 AR)

I paid a visit to seaborn weaponry this week and had an intersting conversation with brothrr felix about magic blades. I look forward to speaking to him again but i must find a means to compensate the man for his trouble

Written By Kiera

May 31, 2020, 11:49 a.m.(5/22/1013 AR)

It was pleasant to join in some social events this week. A lively conversation at the salon and an all too brief stop at the bard's college aniversary. Bawdy jokes and on on hand. High society splendor on the other. And yet mention of the troubles in arvum. were literally but a breath away. Talk of the recent riots in both locations. i'm saddened by how callous some nobles appear to be with regarf to the troubles of the common folk. the enjoy the comfort and privlege of the station without regard to do. How is one to live a meaningful life without the latter. Surely I could not

Written By Iseulet

May 31, 2020, 11:05 a.m.(5/22/1013 AR)

Relationship Note on Vanora

I'm just purrfect. Thank you for your concern, you're too sweet.

Just let me know if the cat hair gets too much for the Longhouse.

Written By Mabelle

May 31, 2020, 7:35 a.m.(5/21/1013 AR)

Relationship Note on Shae

Fussy! But trendy!
So cute.
I need one.

Written By Scarlett

May 31, 2020, 6:42 a.m.(5/21/1013 AR)

The market board is like a leaden bell of doom. The weight of time and the inevitable actions of accumulation and compounded interest stand before me and I feel like the difference between sandstone and packed wet sand at the seashore. Oh, fortune; oh fate.

But yet.

I have come this far. I have come this far and this high by the fortune of the favor of the wise and the caring without whom I could have never flown so high, never worn anything so fine. Today perhaps I will sit in my slowly decaying memorance of wonderful things and I will carve out toys to distract children beget by indifferent parents and left to scrabble and complain and in time beget their own indifferent ones. Today I will carve that wood because I must and because I know to spend your principal is foolish.

But may the gods be my witness, I will live through this. This whirlpool, this slaughterhouse of a market, they're not going to axe me. I'm going to live through this and when it's all over, I'll never be hungry again. No, nor any of my folk. If I have to --

Written By Poppy

May 31, 2020, 5:36 a.m.(5/21/1013 AR)


Can you feel it? That stillness? The quiet?

Something is coming. I can feel it in the pit of my stomach.

Written By Ryhalt

May 31, 2020, 4:06 a.m.(5/21/1013 AR)

Relationship Note on Mabelle

Sailing cupcakes and attack dogs. No one saw it coming.

Or, was all that a drunken hallucination?

Regardless, another sweet birthday for Lady Mabelle.

Written By Vanora

May 31, 2020, 3:31 a.m.(5/21/1013 AR)

Relationship Note on Iseulet

The number of journal entries you've made about cats has begun to concern me.

Do you need anything?

Written By Vanora

May 31, 2020, 3:30 a.m.(5/21/1013 AR)

Relationship Note on Tyrus

I am no Whisper, and certainly not the Softest.

But I have a decent method of teaching, I have been told. And possibly a few of the skills that you were alluding to.

Just so you can spread the burden out, of course.

Written By Sirius

May 31, 2020, 2:17 a.m.(5/21/1013 AR)

Relationship Note on Dycard

Whenever I purchase my own boat, or dinghy or ship or whatever it is you sea-men call it, it will have character. It shall have an essence, this lady of the sea, she'll be an extension of something dreadful and baneful; of something evil and fatal.

I can already see it. A place like my boat will be overgrown with tall grass, weeds, it growing out so much from its own blackened wood that it needn't even have a 'keep out' sign. But it will anyway- it will have a sign. It'll come in the form of a skeletonized puzzle; a horror of bones patched together from all manner of man* and beast, glaring from a crucifix to ward off any would-be adventurers, thieves and fruit-philanderers. Slugs will crawl through its eye sockets and arteries of army ants shall pulsate across its many limbs, for they'll be my allies, these ants. They'll be part of my crew.

With some luck, it'll have enough space for a cabin and some hammocks in the deepest, darkest recesses of its under-deck. Wait, 'under'... oooh, my boat will also be able to go underwater, and resurface anywhere it wants. I'll achieve this through some horrible means* of disputable nature that I'll not disclose here.

Most of this is a joke. I hope it isn't too upsetting, custodian of knowledge.

Written By Shae

May 31, 2020, 12:41 a.m.(5/21/1013 AR)

For the longest time I wanted to become a mother. Something I had wished for and dreamed of. When I was sick, I didn't think it would ever happen. And now, here I am, a mother of two. Twins. A boy and a girl. I hope my mother comes by soon, to see them.

They had their first real outing the other night, when we went to Lady Mabelle's birthday party. Which was a lovely party, and it seemed as if everyone there was having a good time. And enjoying themselves and the fun game that Lady Mabelle had. Unfortunately, the babies got fussy and we had to return to the nursery.

Written By Vanora

May 31, 2020, 12:32 a.m.(5/21/1013 AR)

Lia Eleyna Grimhall,

A girl. How novel, and how precious. I will admit that it pleases me to have a daughter, as I raise a house full of unruly boys.

May you grow into the grace of your namesakes, women who were brave, and strong.

-Your Mother

Written By Shae

May 31, 2020, 12:08 a.m.(5/21/1013 AR)

Relationship Note on Kedehern

Congratulations dearest on becoming a father!

Don't forget you are on permanent diaper duty.

Written By Sanya

May 30, 2020, 7:05 p.m.(5/20/1013 AR)

This couldn't end without me mentioning the esteemed hosts, Mockingbird Evaristo and our leader Nightingale Gianna Whisper.

Written By Sanya

May 30, 2020, 7:02 p.m.(5/20/1013 AR)

What a wonderful event that was. I can't put into words how much I enjoyed the performances by Princesses Adrienne and Sorrel, Mistress Nina, Lady Zoey, Mistresses Saro and Ilira, Princess Sabella, Prince Niklas and Master Evaristo.

Of course I wouldn't see any victory without my teammates, my cousin, Lady Azova and her talented friend, Lord Rorik.

Written By Haakon

May 30, 2020, 6:59 p.m.(5/20/1013 AR)

I feel the need to go fishing.
The reason I say this to you, scholar, rather than simply taking a harpoon and boat and being about it is to reflect on how orderly this world is.

The maelstrom which swallows the Bay of Thrax has only made this more clear. The nearest harbor is now Brighthold, and no fewer than three families own various stretches of road between the Laveer coast and Arx. The Tyde owns the ships, the Laveer owns the harbor, another family the carts, another family owns a bridge along the road, and so forth.

Going fishing becomes quite the exercise in diplomacy.

Written By Nurie

May 30, 2020, 3:38 p.m.(5/20/1013 AR)

Though my focus of late has been more on linen, wool, and muslin rather than silks and lace, and I find that even without the embroidery and beadwork that I'm accustomed to, the work still fills my attention and desire to just sew for a few hours more far too late in the night...I am also glad that over the last months I've stolen time here and there to work on wedding attire. It's taken me a lot longer than usual, but reaching the stage where finally the dream in your head starts to truly come into reality underneath your fingertips is one of my favorite things.

Though it's not always possible, I know, I wish that every man or woman on their wedding day could feel beautiful, and perhaps more than a little hope for the future. I try to sew a little of those wishes into everything I make for another, trying to imagine what might bring them happiness or pleasure, or a little comfort when they wear what I make. But right now things are woven and stitched and smocked and spun with as much love as I can manage.

Written By Thea

May 30, 2020, 11:04 a.m.(5/20/1013 AR)

Who would have thought by burning 1 dead cultist body, you'd have a few out for your head. And a giant--snake armed thing? Also, when you have fungus in your hair, that does that not automatically make you a FunGi. Hopefully my brother's island is safe for a bit at least, after all that mess...

Just a typical family trip I guess. And Drake? Why does fire always have a play whenever you're around?!

Written By Iseulet

May 30, 2020, 7:25 a.m.(5/19/1013 AR)

I think I mentioned I got a couple new cats the other day, right scholar? Yes. Well.

They're all weird.

They haven't been named yet. I mean they usually reveal their own names to me with time and it's still too early to tell but there's one that's standing out and I have a feeling I'm going to discover his name soon.

He passes wind like a grown man and last night (before dawn I might add) woke me up by licking my arm pits. This morning, as I was having coffee in bed, he also brought me two potatoes from the kitchen.

He's also passive aggressive and refuses to eat without me. I've figured out that he's basically yowling at me 'we are a family and families eat together gods damn it'. And, when I am gone for more than half a day I come home to find him in a passive aggressive kitty huff because dinner has been ready for *hours* and he's *trying* to be considerate (unlike some humans) and waiting for me before he eats.

Gus, I think I will call him Gus. Short for Augustus, meaning... majestic.

Hmm. Another new one will sit on the couch behind me and pet me. I guess it figures /she/ likes to be petted so /I/ should like it too. She also licks the butter. I can't leave it out in a dish anymore of I come back to kitty tongue prints all over it.

Maybe I should call her Butters.

Written By Ouida

May 30, 2020, 4:12 a.m.(5/19/1013 AR)

I do not think I shall ever again be able to quite enjoy smoked or roasted mushrooms, even in a gravy, as once I did.

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