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Written By Cesare

July 11, 2021, 12:39 a.m.(10/24/1015 AR)

Relationship Note on Medeia

The hough, as I have today learnt it is called, is also an excellent place for unexpected tickling. This is a proprietary Whisper technique of the Whisper House of Setarco.

Written By Cesare

July 11, 2021, 12:37 a.m.(10/24/1015 AR)

What a strange couple of weeks it's been. Full of ups and downs. Precipitous highs and bottomless lows. Well, no, probably not that dramatic. But I've the worst headache I've had in - ever, I think, and I'm writing this in the dark by only the light of a single candle to keep it a little at bay so I can focus on the words - so forgive the hyperbole, perhaps.

I performed recently at a dinner hosted by Lord and Lady Clement. The dinner itself was a delight, thoughtfully themed and peopled by a strange but pleasing mix of folk I doubt I would have found gathered together anywhere else. I was pleased with the song I'd written, inasmuch as I am ever pleased with anything I write in the moment of its creation (fellow artists and artisans reading this will sympathize, I suspect), and it was received with as much warmth as I could have asked for. I'm grateful. It feels fortunate indeed to have my talents both desired and appreciated by those I respect.

The gala in Artshall, too, was particularly grand. It was lovely to see such care and so much dedication put into celebrating the arts and culture. Of course I'm biased by nature of my discipleship, but I wonder if art isn't one of the most lasting artifacts of our civilizations. We remember songs and tales from long ago, after all - the details change, sometimes the characters, and meaning becomes obscure - but melodies often remain.

I've never precisely had family. This isn't a cry for sympathy in any sense; the past doesn't want sympathy, it's already been written, and my life has largely been a blessed one in many senses. But I've never before known the feeling of what it is to be trusted not because I am named Whisper, or because I have done some deed, or because I have behaved convincingly. These past months I've been - lucky feels like too small a word. I've known what it feels like to be trusted simply because I asked for trust. Because of who I am. I think that must be what the true feeling of family is like. And it's strange to have that feeling, toward someone who isn't family, who I never met until this very year! But I'm grateful for every time I see her and am reminded of it. Maybe if it's possible for souls to be siblings, ours are. Whatever the case - I'm grateful.

It's taken me far too long to write this. My head is splitting. I'm going to go have a nice, long soak.

Written By Mabelle

July 11, 2021, 12:37 a.m.(10/24/1015 AR)

The intial presentation of the Art & Culture District has been complete. Funds were raised to support the art and offer more artists their place in the galleries as well as the ability to attend the school once it is opened, which is a very exciting concept for the young and old as one.

My sincere gratitude goes out to those who traveled all the way to Artshall to attend in hopes they enjoyed their stay in the city as well as to all those who aided me in making the night as lovely as it was and with the project as whole, particularly Princess Denica, Master Jareth, Mistresses Caprice and Aconite and the Nightingale Gianna, who offered a rare performance.

Many of the items showcased in the fashion tent has been sold, procceeds went to charity for the Honey Havens.
And those which were not sold? I suppose I shall have to 'endure' wearing them myself.

Written By Noah

July 11, 2021, 12:02 a.m.(10/24/1015 AR)

Also, sometimes, I just like to kick back with guys and do stupid shit. It doesn't mean I don't respect women. Have you met Liara? Have you met Jaenelle? Now imagine both of them bossing you around in life. That's how I live. It's hard.

Send booze.

Written By Piccola

July 11, 2021, 12:01 a.m.(10/24/1015 AR)

On the lance:

The lance is the hallmark of cavalry. Of all of the weapons she may bring to bear, a lance is a cavalrywoman's most terrifying. Men do not shake at a rain of arrows or the flash of a steel sword, but the end of a lance coming at him at full gallop is enough to make any soldier quiver. This is because there is more than just the point to be skewered upon: there is the terrifying crash, the force of the blow, and the substantial chance of being caught under hoof and trampled to death with one's peers.

The sound of cavalry at a full charge is the sound of death. It is the terrible rumbling that precedes the felling of a great tree, like the Gods themselves are crying out against what is happening. It tests the mettle of all men from its horrific reputation; and then comes the terrific truth that the sharp point can run through not one but many men in a row. Even if a lance lands upon an infantry shield, the force of the blow is enough to lift a man from the ground, through the air, and unto the point of a fellow's weapon.

To master the lance therefore is to be able cast horror into the hearts of your enemies.

Written By Noah

July 10, 2021, 11:56 p.m.(10/23/1015 AR)

Etiquette Lesson of the Day:

Don't ask Elves if they are able to be poisoned or drugged by normal means in public.

Noted.

Written By Ryhalt

July 10, 2021, 11:21 p.m.(10/23/1015 AR)

I had an enjoyable time at Artshall's Art & Culture District for the Midsummer Night's Delight. When it is built it will truly be a treasure for Laurent and Avrum.

Written By Thea

July 10, 2021, 10:40 p.m.(10/23/1015 AR)

Relationship Note on Tanith

Messere Tanith is my saving grace right now. If she doesn't know it, she does now. THANK YOU!

Written By Rosalind

July 10, 2021, 10:37 p.m.(10/23/1015 AR)

As the leaves change color, I can't help but spend more and more time outside. I enjoy the crisp feel of the air, the damp smell of the earth. There's just a different feel, especially in the woods. I can't get enough of it and I find myself escaping more and more.

Written By Thea

July 10, 2021, 10:20 p.m.(10/23/1015 AR)

Home from Highhill, and I've---I have no words. We had been getting reports of some disturbances on our lands. With the help of the Explorers, namely Brother Oswyn, my cousin's husband Lord Marzio, Lady Medeia, and of course my husband, we set out. And let me tell you, what we found was what nightmares are made from. I won't go into specifics right now as I'm exhausted. I just want to say that we wouldn't have gotten far without their help. It's beyond appreciated. Your help is immeasurable. The people of Highhill will not soon forget it and neither will we.

Written By Rosalind

July 10, 2021, 8:59 p.m.(10/23/1015 AR)

Went to the Explorers meeting and ohmygosh, so many new people to join! I'm really excited for it! There's always so much to learn and things to see and do! Why would you NOT want to join?

Written By Lucita

July 10, 2021, 8:54 p.m.(10/23/1015 AR)

Tonight I finally got to spend a little time with Ariella and Luis. Seems years since the three of us managed to grab a few minutes together. And we hugged and talked and drank and exchanged stories. It brought home how much I love and missed them.

Written By Rosalind

July 10, 2021, 8:53 p.m.(10/23/1015 AR)

Got to attend one of the Sanna's children's birthday parties today! And a cake fight broke out, which seems to be a normal thing from the sounds of it. It was a lot of fun and I'm glad I ventured over! Makes me miss having all my siblings in one place at the same time.

Written By Thea

July 10, 2021, 8:41 p.m.(10/23/1015 AR)

Relationship Note on Medeia

You could do what I did. I had a rather large bed made for Finn. Although---Now with two dogs, I think I'll have to work on that and get two made. But from the looks of it, Strawberry may be larger and need her own sofa.

Written By Valencia

July 10, 2021, 6:11 p.m.(10/23/1015 AR)

Relationship Note on Graham

The loss of one of my oldest and dearest friend sits very heavy in my heart. I cannot find words. I feel only loss.

The world around me shatters and echoes of empty spaces where those I care for should be. I miss them so deeply that it pierces through me like an ice cold shaft.

Cannot think. Cannot breath. Don't want to feel.

~~~~~~~<~<~<#

Written By Medeia

July 10, 2021, 10:38 a.m.(10/22/1015 AR)

There is, it seems, a word for everything. Across all the places of Aion, in all the languages to have been spoken or written or gestured, it is likely that all worldly experience has a word to fit it.

For instance, the back of the knee? You know, that hollow at the bend? Hough. The word for that is "hough." Or kneepit, if you insist.

And yet? I cannot find a word to describe the feeling of having a dog wake you up by licking your entire face. I suppose this is entirely my own fault for letting Butterpup sleep in the bedroom. She does help keep the house from feeling so empty, though. I'm starting to warm up to this "having pets" thing.

Written By Giada

July 10, 2021, 9:32 a.m.(10/22/1015 AR)

Be careful what you read.

Written By Giada

July 10, 2021, 8:59 a.m.(10/22/1015 AR)

The ship's final sea test is today. If I down, there are several people that I'm going to haunt...

Written By Aelgar

July 10, 2021, 8:56 a.m.(10/22/1015 AR)

Finally. Action joins talk as the Compact's various forces begin to roll. Including poor Brother Aelgar, as I am going to expand my practice and training. I was able to help Lord Vitalis with a wound without dropping the sutures, I advanced Griz's training so he no longer stares baffled when I command him to silence, and I actually had an arrow leave the bow in a forward direction this week. Oh, and I am to be tested for the Explorers, where serious training can begin. I suppose none of this would impress a trained knight or experienced Explorer, but I am allowing myself a pat on the back. Plus the new sloop design trials today and if we can avoid sinking it, we will have a blockade runner that can get the medics and their supports to distant locations faster and more reliably than any previous transport managed. All in all, I am feeling thrilled to see the plans begin to lumber into motion.

Written By Sydney

July 10, 2021, 8:05 a.m.(10/22/1015 AR)

Relationship Note on Viviana

I don't recommend (one, body) new, as it tends to raise questions.

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