Written By Raja
Aug. 24, 2022, 11:52 a.m.(4/4/1018 AR)
You know, being the owner of a shop, I see a LOT of weird stuff! I have seen bones from various creatures, a request for a mace fashioned to look like some weird fruit from way down south, and some things that I am not going to write here. All I have to say is that the imagination and deviation of people in this city knows no bounds. I love it.
Written By Haakon
Aug. 24, 2022, 11:26 a.m.(4/4/1018 AR)
It were a pleasant reprieve, but some lessons must be learned over and again.
Eswynders survive.
Wars, disasters, famines, plagues. We have endured and always will, until the last sun dies in the western sea.
Countless Arvani have broken their teeth seeking to devour Eswynd Rock, but the sea will never fill with the wrecks of their ships, and our shores are long enough for crosses beyond counting.
The invaders always leave. Whether it take a day's battle, a month's siege, or years of resistance, they will leave our lands or they will leave this life; the invaders will be gone, and we will remain.
For their coming and going, the Wind cares not.
Eswynders survive.
Wars, disasters, famines, plagues. We have endured and always will, until the last sun dies in the western sea.
Countless Arvani have broken their teeth seeking to devour Eswynd Rock, but the sea will never fill with the wrecks of their ships, and our shores are long enough for crosses beyond counting.
The invaders always leave. Whether it take a day's battle, a month's siege, or years of resistance, they will leave our lands or they will leave this life; the invaders will be gone, and we will remain.
For their coming and going, the Wind cares not.
Written By Raven
Aug. 23, 2022, 9 p.m.(4/3/1018 AR)
At some point one has to accept both one's wants and then eventually how childish those wants are. Let it go and make do with the hand one's been dealt and don't dwell on the siren song of 'but what if...'. Maybe it's choices that're made, maybe it's the person I am, maybe it's how I live my life. Don't matter why, just matters this is the way that it is.
Written By Ann
Aug. 23, 2022, 2:35 a.m.(4/2/1018 AR)
It is time I have put down my grieving. I have done it for too long. I loved you, Asger. You gave me three beautiful children who remind me so much of you. Especially our boy. Look down at us from time to time. But I know you'd want me to move on. I will always be grateful for the time I did have with you and will always hold special memories in that.
Written By Nigel
Aug. 22, 2022, 1:54 p.m.(4/1/1018 AR)
I think we donate in order to strive to be connected to others and oft times the easy way to do so is with coin. I wonder about alternative methods.
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Written By Ariel
Aug. 22, 2022, 11:29 a.m.(3/28/1018 AR)
This world feels like it is becoming harder to figure out who is safe to trust and who is not. These destructive wars, and betrayals happening recently, have trickled even into well established friendships. The thought of some painting those with differing views as the enemy, all while surrounding themselves with the like-minded folks who do not challenge or question their personal views. I do not understand. I pray for clarity soon, that when the dust settles we can rebuild versus point fingers.
To my brother: I know you not to be this way...Why? If one could write this feeling I feel the immense sorrow, the pain, the betrayal? It would be the most pained and heart wrenching song. I love you yet, big brother, please, be rational, come to your senses...I beg this so openly in my mind that it stings the eyes and it takes every bit of willpower not to lose my composure, to yell, scream, cry with platitudes. Why do you vex me so? Get your head on straight, you bullheaded buffoon, before I break my hand trying to punch the sense into you..
To my brother: I know you not to be this way...Why? If one could write this feeling I feel the immense sorrow, the pain, the betrayal? It would be the most pained and heart wrenching song. I love you yet, big brother, please, be rational, come to your senses...I beg this so openly in my mind that it stings the eyes and it takes every bit of willpower not to lose my composure, to yell, scream, cry with platitudes. Why do you vex me so? Get your head on straight, you bullheaded buffoon, before I break my hand trying to punch the sense into you..
Written By Raja
Aug. 21, 2022, 10:42 p.m.(3/27/1018 AR)
Is there any safe place anymore? I guess there are only "less dangerous" places. Someone mentioned Southport being relatively safe. Im dubious. Anyways, I intend to visit it at some point.
Written By Cassiopeia
Aug. 21, 2022, 10:15 p.m.(3/27/1018 AR)
And soon it comes to an end, this horrible winter. Spring is almost here, fresh with new opportunity. Let it push through the frozen ground and bloom with all its might.
Written By Vittorio
Aug. 21, 2022, 10:08 p.m.(3/27/1018 AR)
As always, the Archduchess has outdone herself with her forethought and wisdom. One would think a simple pairing would not require such diligence, but based upon the truly exquisite nature of the interaction that I had over the course of a fine meal with someone newly acquainted, I can only assume that all of the diligence in the world went into ensuring that such a match would ignite in flames of suitability. I therefore say if one has the opportunity, I highly endorse allowing her to manage aspects of your social life.
I do so hope that I shall encounter my Tulip again, as I feel (and hope that thought is mutual) that there is some business left unfinished.
I do so hope that I shall encounter my Tulip again, as I feel (and hope that thought is mutual) that there is some business left unfinished.
Written By Raven
Aug. 21, 2022, 10:01 p.m.(3/27/1018 AR)
I have worried a few times over the years that I might somehow shame Pravus by my actions but the truth when it came to pass did not at all match the things I had imagined. It was easy to imagine it would be for forgetting my place truth is always so much stranger than fiction.
Written By Lucita
Aug. 21, 2022, 7:54 p.m.(3/27/1018 AR)
I have an entry in the bard's contest tonight. It is not as polished as I like my songs to be, the meter is not quite right in some lines but a good singer can prolong some words or shorten others to make it fit the music. Time just ran out. There has been so much to do, music has not had the focus I usually put into it.
Written By Kiera
Aug. 21, 2022, 7:37 p.m.(3/27/1018 AR)
You know scholar so much time has passed since i've come to arx and yet at times i feel that nothing has changed and yet with all the blood and tears shed in the interim I know well that's not the case. Almost no one left in the compact who has not endured the pain of losing a loved one. No one left to make the mistake that when one learns to smile, laugh and love again, it means that the loved one and the pain of loss is forgotten. no it only means that the anger and desire to dwell in perpetual sorrow has lessened some. I would be remiss if i did not acknowledge I am blessed to have most of my dear friends and family alive and around me yet while so many have lost everything
And yet I still think of my dear friend regularly. Still hope his wife is well and his children growing strong. I still ocassionally yearn for a quiet chat in the sanna garden despite the love that surrounds me by the generosity of others. for the space in your heart you give to a person is never filled in by another, it simply expands to allow for new love. with each new tale of recent loss that someone shares with me I won't deny that a bit of the pain of loss and the desire to hate returns. I guess I agree with the followers of the thirteenth on that score, tis better to acknowlege my dark emotions head on and vow to fight them with all my strength allowing the love sacrifice and courage of those lost to seve as example. In Memory of Dame Felicia Harrow, and all those lost in the recent battles in the crownlands and artshall, i fight on
And yet I still think of my dear friend regularly. Still hope his wife is well and his children growing strong. I still ocassionally yearn for a quiet chat in the sanna garden despite the love that surrounds me by the generosity of others. for the space in your heart you give to a person is never filled in by another, it simply expands to allow for new love. with each new tale of recent loss that someone shares with me I won't deny that a bit of the pain of loss and the desire to hate returns. I guess I agree with the followers of the thirteenth on that score, tis better to acknowlege my dark emotions head on and vow to fight them with all my strength allowing the love sacrifice and courage of those lost to seve as example. In Memory of Dame Felicia Harrow, and all those lost in the recent battles in the crownlands and artshall, i fight on
Written By Haakon
Aug. 21, 2022, 7:13 p.m.(3/27/1018 AR)
Another truth to confound my ancestors:
I fought in a raid on Maelstrom, this day.
My forefathers would be pleased
It were to fight in defense of Thrax.
My forefathers would be confused.
I fought in a raid on Maelstrom, this day.
My forefathers would be pleased
It were to fight in defense of Thrax.
My forefathers would be confused.
Written By Kiera
Aug. 21, 2022, 7:06 p.m.(3/27/1018 AR)
My right hand is healing well but slowly. i've been leaning on angeline and the scholars for writing. trying to write with my left hand proved decidedly ineffective. I imagine that it looked like something Messere zakhar's chicken had written, but I tried. Lord Mattheu has the proof. Not that any court would be able to prove it mine I fear
Written By Jaenelle
Aug. 21, 2022, 7:04 p.m.(3/27/1018 AR)
It is always a treat to watch those who have never experienced a feast do so for the first time. It is equally so to witness those who return time and time again for the next. It is certainly an adventure unlike many, and it is encouraging to hear that I have done well in picking out the pairings. I will never admit that it can take weeks of selection to find who may compliment whom, and will allow people to think it is an easy thing I do with my eyes closed and a few tossed darts.
Written By Thea
Aug. 21, 2022, 7:02 p.m.(3/27/1018 AR)
I attended Dame Felicia's remembrance party at the Explorers. It was nice to hear tales of her.
Written By Rosalind
Aug. 21, 2022, 6:57 p.m.(3/27/1018 AR)
The house is so loud now, scholar. LOUD! But it means it's growing and I'm thankful.
Written By Thea
Aug. 21, 2022, 6:56 p.m.(3/27/1018 AR)
Calo has started making snowball fights. He particularly enjoys throwing them at the family or dogs. While I hate the snow, I'm glad he's enjoying himself. Makes the cold worth it.
Written By Cristoph
Aug. 21, 2022, 1:57 p.m.(3/27/1018 AR)
To House Valardin, I have sworn oaths as their vassal. I pay my taxes, I respond swiftly when the High Lord calls for assistance, and I volunteer freely of my time to help them in their endeavors. In return, House Valardin assists in matters of security, they are generous with their assistance, and they support our ducal house in all of our endeavors. It's a deep relationship, built over generations of trust and loyalty.
To my own vassals, I have sworn oaths as their liege. I do not tread on their rights. I offer assistance before it is asked for, I respect when that assistance is declined. I give freely of my time to their endeavors. In return, they're swift to reply when we need assistance, they support their liege house outside of what is strictly necessary, it's a deep relationship, built over generations of trust and loyalty.
House Laurent has cultivated a strong relationship with the Faith of the Pantheon as a whole, and in particular with the Templars of Gloria and the Knights of Solace. It's no surprise to me now that the Faith would open their arms to help us when we struggle.
Just as it is no surprise to me that our liege and our vassals have opened their arms.
We have done as Limerance has wanted. In turn, we're rewarded with a rich support network that would not wish to see us falter. And because of it, we won't.
So I beg you, please stop sending myself and my voices silver. We don't need it. We understand that you want to help, but it's unnecessary. Further silver sent to our doorsteps will be sent on to the Templars of Gloria, the Knights of Solace, or the Mercies of Lagoma. But I would truly appreciate it if you would save me the paperwork of having to do it myself.
To my own vassals, I have sworn oaths as their liege. I do not tread on their rights. I offer assistance before it is asked for, I respect when that assistance is declined. I give freely of my time to their endeavors. In return, they're swift to reply when we need assistance, they support their liege house outside of what is strictly necessary, it's a deep relationship, built over generations of trust and loyalty.
House Laurent has cultivated a strong relationship with the Faith of the Pantheon as a whole, and in particular with the Templars of Gloria and the Knights of Solace. It's no surprise to me now that the Faith would open their arms to help us when we struggle.
Just as it is no surprise to me that our liege and our vassals have opened their arms.
We have done as Limerance has wanted. In turn, we're rewarded with a rich support network that would not wish to see us falter. And because of it, we won't.
So I beg you, please stop sending myself and my voices silver. We don't need it. We understand that you want to help, but it's unnecessary. Further silver sent to our doorsteps will be sent on to the Templars of Gloria, the Knights of Solace, or the Mercies of Lagoma. But I would truly appreciate it if you would save me the paperwork of having to do it myself.
Written By Ida
Aug. 21, 2022, 11:16 a.m.(3/26/1018 AR)
I managed to design two blades while airy flakes of snow covered the world in white for a little while. One was a commission, an alaricite piece, that brought back memories of a sword forged long, long ago. I tried to pay a small bit of homage to that old piece because I feel like the memories of who we were are important to carry with us. The other design just...came to me. I write often about my difficulties with inspiration these last handful of years and it's no joke, I assure you. So when something pops into my head somehow, I feel like I need to run with it. Which I did. It's funny how different a piece feels in my hands when the idea is from another or myself. Both instances, truly, are equally as rewarding to make.
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