Written By Alarissa
Oct. 29, 2017, 9:50 a.m.(6/26/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Daemon
Send that last piece of cake over here....
Written By Alarissa
Oct. 27, 2017, 11:25 p.m.(6/23/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Marian
Princess Marian hits like a horse. I shall be feeling this for many days and likely be stared at while I continue my language lessons. Gods save me, woman, what do you -eat-?
Written By Alarissa
Oct. 26, 2017, 11:17 p.m.(6/21/1007 AR)
There are, in my experience, so many different kinds of love. Some I know of in passing, others I have had the profound privilege of having experienced. It hurts, in as much as it can heal. It can be wielded like a weapon, or cast round your shoulders like a blanket. But one thing that I have come to know, is the one love, is not better or more treasured than another. It is simply, love of a different kind. I have lost some in some quarters, time and tide as they say. And I have gained in other quarters. I have learned that I can always love someone, even if I don't like them in that moment.
I have learned that to love another, I must first love myself. As selfish as that may seem.
I have learned a great deal in my short years in this turn. I don't know that I have ever had another turn, and if so, whether I would want the influence of knowing. But I know that I have been loved in the past. Deep and abiding. I am loved in the present, just as abiding. I will love in the future, many. Would that all who read this, know that they are loved. Deep. Abiding.
I have learned that to love another, I must first love myself. As selfish as that may seem.
I have learned a great deal in my short years in this turn. I don't know that I have ever had another turn, and if so, whether I would want the influence of knowing. But I know that I have been loved in the past. Deep and abiding. I am loved in the present, just as abiding. I will love in the future, many. Would that all who read this, know that they are loved. Deep. Abiding.
Written By Alarissa
Oct. 24, 2017, 12:15 p.m.(6/16/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Cristoph
So that's what you are calling going from tavern to tavern and bar to bar in the city these days!
Written By Alarissa
Oct. 21, 2017, 11:21 p.m.(6/11/1007 AR)
1st - Grayson (329) Lead by Marquis Malesh and rowed by Prince Barric, Dame Esoka and Count Thesarin.
2nd - Thrax (278) Lead by Lady Titania and rowed by Duke Harald, Lord Faelan and Count Artorius.
3rd - Valardin (194) Lead by Princess Sophie and rowed by Lord Armand, Princess Katarina, Marquis Gaston
4th - Crownsworn/Godsworn (NPC's)
5th - Velenosa (NPC's)
6th - Redrain (NPC's)
A harrowing race and a little bit of place switching by all. In the end though, ahead by a foot was Grayson, soon followed by Thrax, Valardin sliding in to take third. The Crownsworn gave a good fight, Velenosa brought it and bringing up the rear but no less well done is Redrain.
The cup will sit in Grayson's House for all to see and next year... next year Thrax will take it, I am sure.
2nd - Thrax (278) Lead by Lady Titania and rowed by Duke Harald, Lord Faelan and Count Artorius.
3rd - Valardin (194) Lead by Princess Sophie and rowed by Lord Armand, Princess Katarina, Marquis Gaston
4th - Crownsworn/Godsworn (NPC's)
5th - Velenosa (NPC's)
6th - Redrain (NPC's)
A harrowing race and a little bit of place switching by all. In the end though, ahead by a foot was Grayson, soon followed by Thrax, Valardin sliding in to take third. The Crownsworn gave a good fight, Velenosa brought it and bringing up the rear but no less well done is Redrain.
The cup will sit in Grayson's House for all to see and next year... next year Thrax will take it, I am sure.
Written By Alarissa
Oct. 19, 2017, 2:38 p.m.(6/6/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Eirene
I would note that the Duke Grimhall has twelve children and thus I am certain is none of those and likely does indeed still retain them.
Written By Alarissa
Oct. 19, 2017, 12:31 a.m.(6/5/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Victus
I swear, if I wake to find bacon on the table for the next five months and change, I'll spear you like an octopus.
Written By Alarissa
Oct. 16, 2017, 5:25 p.m.(5/28/1007 AR)
While I was fortunate enough to have snagged one of the more tamed goats within the corral at the Keatons natality affair, I am glad to say - Princess Eleyna, I know you look to my whites now and then - that it was promptly delivered to one who had recent married off his daughter and looked a little despondent over the quietness in his residence.
A goat, filled with ennui, I believe, would do just the trick and remind him that he is not alone.
Though, I admit, I give it likely 2 weeks before there is roast goat on his table. Princess Eleyna, make sure to have the recipe sent to the Grimhall's. The duke shall need it.
A goat, filled with ennui, I believe, would do just the trick and remind him that he is not alone.
Though, I admit, I give it likely 2 weeks before there is roast goat on his table. Princess Eleyna, make sure to have the recipe sent to the Grimhall's. The duke shall need it.
Written By Alarissa
Oct. 12, 2017, 9:28 p.m.(5/21/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Talen
Prince Talen.
Not a single word I spoke was mis-truth. Would you care to take a ride? You can bring the Princess Eleyna and join me. It would be quite a memorable experience, I am sure.
Not a single word I spoke was mis-truth. Would you care to take a ride? You can bring the Princess Eleyna and join me. It would be quite a memorable experience, I am sure.
Written By Alarissa
Oct. 12, 2017, 9:12 p.m.(5/21/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Victus
His Red Serpent is huge. He is so very proud of it and does quite like to show it to me whenever he has the chance. I've even gotten to ride on it. I was suitably impressed. It's the best I've ever seen and I've seen a few. Would that all could see his Red Serpent and take a ride on it as well.
The scribe is laughing.
Good. Means I did this right.
The scribe is laughing.
Good. Means I did this right.
Written By Alarissa
Sept. 26, 2017, 11:14 a.m.(4/14/1007 AR)
I will state for the record. The Prince of Maelstrom sleeps in the suites, on a boat, in a guard tower, anywhere but his marital bed till the raging ball of white stops clawing me.
Written By Alarissa
Sept. 23, 2017, 2:54 a.m.(4/7/1007 AR)
I think perhaps, I have far too many bottles of perfume. This is what happens when the Works Obscura produces yet more scents and Mistress Mirari seem to know me far too well and directly sends me one of everything and I send her back all my coin.
Dear Victus. Do you really need your side of the bed?
I think not.
Or maybe you need to get me a vanity.
Dear Victus. Do you really need your side of the bed?
I think not.
Or maybe you need to get me a vanity.
Written By Alarissa
Sept. 22, 2017, 8:47 p.m.(4/7/1007 AR)
Never. Again.
I could feel it trying to escape.
But I will note, that I kept my promise. Even if I couldn't keep the small beast down.
I could feel it trying to escape.
But I will note, that I kept my promise. Even if I couldn't keep the small beast down.
Written By Alarissa
Sept. 19, 2017, 8:05 a.m.(3/28/1007 AR)
There is a story I have heard - a scholar from Blancbier told it to me while I was looking for something, to pass the time. It was about a young woman who was visited by the gods. She was told that in order to save the west from the demons of the Reckoning, she would have to become a perfect knight. She was a princess who had never touched a sword before in one version, in another she was a common woman. In a third variation of the story he said, she was already a shining knight. But in all of the variations he told me, she followed the call of the gods. She sought to prove herself, to seek others who could help her save what would become the Oathlands. He told me of the deeds that this woman did, each one noble in heart, ripe with honour and self-sacrifice. How She gave of herself repeatedly. Eventually, her deeds, her nobility and her heart won the love of a foreign king who spoke an ancient pledge to forever save the honourable from evil of the world.
But like all stories, it is a tragic ending. There are no happy ever after. He left to fight a war in a distant land, to fight the demons of the reckoning with his kinsmen by his side while she remained behind, and saved her own lands. She succeeded, so did He. But the cost was his own life. Gravely wounded, his kinsmen slain almost to a man, he returned to her. He told her not to mourn him, but remember him. He told her he gives to her his heart and his courage so that she may see the world as it is meant to be.
The story, it would seem, has fallen out of fashion. One no longer tells it to their children to remind them of the values of chivalry and honour and move to other tales. That saddens me. Love in the time of the reckoning, of overcoming obstacles and striving to be a better person. Part of the story touched close. I will not let the story fade as it has.
But like all stories, it is a tragic ending. There are no happy ever after. He left to fight a war in a distant land, to fight the demons of the reckoning with his kinsmen by his side while she remained behind, and saved her own lands. She succeeded, so did He. But the cost was his own life. Gravely wounded, his kinsmen slain almost to a man, he returned to her. He told her not to mourn him, but remember him. He told her he gives to her his heart and his courage so that she may see the world as it is meant to be.
The story, it would seem, has fallen out of fashion. One no longer tells it to their children to remind them of the values of chivalry and honour and move to other tales. That saddens me. Love in the time of the reckoning, of overcoming obstacles and striving to be a better person. Part of the story touched close. I will not let the story fade as it has.
Written By Alarissa
Sept. 9, 2017, 1:34 a.m.(3/7/1007 AR)
Never have I met a man with so many bottles of liquor.
I solved that.
No. I didn't drink it all. But now they are so neatly stowed, organized in a new cabinet. A very... large, cabinet. Now I won't be catching my skirts on some of the very fine vintages that he possesses.
Now to get some plants in that room. A ficus or three, potted palms, something. Maybe a grand little bed for the cat. Maybe then she'll like me.
I solved that.
No. I didn't drink it all. But now they are so neatly stowed, organized in a new cabinet. A very... large, cabinet. Now I won't be catching my skirts on some of the very fine vintages that he possesses.
Now to get some plants in that room. A ficus or three, potted palms, something. Maybe a grand little bed for the cat. Maybe then she'll like me.
Written By Alarissa
Aug. 29, 2017, 6:02 p.m.(2/11/1007 AR)
I will write in my whites once and once only, regarding this matter. Take from it what you will, how you will. The truth is known to those present at the lovely rite, and those who know me.
I am not of Thrax. I do not style myself the High Lady of Thrax, nor as Princess of Maelstrom. I am Princess Alarissa of Valardin, formerly of Grayson. My presence within Thrax can be explained in one sentence. I have entered a public period of requested courtship with the Prince of Maelstrom while negotiations for marriage are being started. I do not speak for Thrax. Never will I until our hands are bound and we have performed the rites.
Mistress Petal's words were heartfelt, true, and blessed in turn by Mangata herself. I was present, I felt it, I saw it.
I am ashamed by the words of strangers in their whites who pass judgement on someone who they do not know, who have never crossed path with and presume to put words and actions in my mouth, to which and where there have been none and cannot be attributed to myself. What was relayed between Mistress Petal and myself and my actions thereof as a result are purely my own, and with the full respect due to the seamstress in question. We disagree on something. It is as simple as that. I still respect Mistress Petal, her impeccable work and I hope all that get the chance to own what I have, will find the same joy in it that I did. I do not incite others to take the action that I have chosen to, but I know of others who have. I do not expect others to take the action that I have chosen to. But I know others who have.
I will not play the game of hiding in the archive, gossiping and sniping. That is not what my whites are for. Not what my journals are for.
I answer to the gods. I answer to myself. I answer to my High Lord if he feels my actions were indeed petty, disreputable, dishonourable and without merit. But I will not answer to those who who have decided that today is a good day to vilify because they felt like it when they woke up.
If I have offered offense, if I have I have offended, there are proscribed measures to deal with this, as the Legate Orazio wrote and I will answer those challenges if they are merited. But there are far more important things to take umbrage at and to deal with. Far more important things that we as a whole of the compact and residents of Arvum should be paying attention to.
These are my words on the matter. I consider it closed.
I am not of Thrax. I do not style myself the High Lady of Thrax, nor as Princess of Maelstrom. I am Princess Alarissa of Valardin, formerly of Grayson. My presence within Thrax can be explained in one sentence. I have entered a public period of requested courtship with the Prince of Maelstrom while negotiations for marriage are being started. I do not speak for Thrax. Never will I until our hands are bound and we have performed the rites.
Mistress Petal's words were heartfelt, true, and blessed in turn by Mangata herself. I was present, I felt it, I saw it.
I am ashamed by the words of strangers in their whites who pass judgement on someone who they do not know, who have never crossed path with and presume to put words and actions in my mouth, to which and where there have been none and cannot be attributed to myself. What was relayed between Mistress Petal and myself and my actions thereof as a result are purely my own, and with the full respect due to the seamstress in question. We disagree on something. It is as simple as that. I still respect Mistress Petal, her impeccable work and I hope all that get the chance to own what I have, will find the same joy in it that I did. I do not incite others to take the action that I have chosen to, but I know of others who have. I do not expect others to take the action that I have chosen to. But I know others who have.
I will not play the game of hiding in the archive, gossiping and sniping. That is not what my whites are for. Not what my journals are for.
I answer to the gods. I answer to myself. I answer to my High Lord if he feels my actions were indeed petty, disreputable, dishonourable and without merit. But I will not answer to those who who have decided that today is a good day to vilify because they felt like it when they woke up.
If I have offered offense, if I have I have offended, there are proscribed measures to deal with this, as the Legate Orazio wrote and I will answer those challenges if they are merited. But there are far more important things to take umbrage at and to deal with. Far more important things that we as a whole of the compact and residents of Arvum should be paying attention to.
These are my words on the matter. I consider it closed.
Written By Alarissa
Aug. 24, 2017, 11:23 p.m.(2/2/1007 AR)
I miss you.
I spoke about you this day with another. It didn't hurt. Not in the least.
Four years, and it's time. As I sat at the ceremony I realized that indeed, I have spent four years dying, little by little. You will either be waiting to greet me when my time comes, or you will be... already gone and another will find you in their life if you go by what others believe. I don't rightly know.
But what I do know, is that I have an opportunity to live. An obligation, to live. Because to stand in your ashes is not living, dear dragon.
I will still write to you, perhaps a little less, perhaps a little more.
None will understand but you. Not even he.
Tonight is the last night that I will hate you for what you did. It's not fair.
I spoke about you this day with another. It didn't hurt. Not in the least.
Four years, and it's time. As I sat at the ceremony I realized that indeed, I have spent four years dying, little by little. You will either be waiting to greet me when my time comes, or you will be... already gone and another will find you in their life if you go by what others believe. I don't rightly know.
But what I do know, is that I have an opportunity to live. An obligation, to live. Because to stand in your ashes is not living, dear dragon.
I will still write to you, perhaps a little less, perhaps a little more.
None will understand but you. Not even he.
Tonight is the last night that I will hate you for what you did. It's not fair.
Written By Alarissa
Aug. 6, 2017, 10:03 p.m.(12/21/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Edain
Prince Edain Valardin.
In the days and weeks to come, I would ask that you keep the last words you have written, close to your chest and firmly in your mind.
In the days and weeks to come, I would ask that you keep the last words you have written, close to your chest and firmly in your mind.
Written By Alarissa
Aug. 6, 2017, 10:01 p.m.(12/21/1006 AR)
And so the months of planning brought to fruition, side by side with the Lady Greenmarch. The end result was far better than I could have imagined within my own minds eye. Save for dinner, I do not think I stayed sitting long enough that to greet and move along. To see all that white, to imagine as if I were above and looking down and see the glittering throng of all those different shades of such, moving against the green of the grass. To see houses interacting with one another, to see...
To see everyone and to know that I have not lost this. That we have not lost the opportunity to grasp merriment in the face on an oncoming storm. It is a memory that will hold us strong, I am sure. That if we can bring the summer day, inside and in the dead of winter, what else could we do if we put effort.
I am grateful to those who attended. I am grateful to those who helped to make my vision come to truth. To the crafter of the stars who felt the touch of Jayus, to Gild for the inspiration of hospitality that kindles within me. To Petrichor, for the will of the flowers to make their journey so that they could share with us their scent.
I weep with joy, that I could do this, for all of Arx, for Arvum.
And because of such, I have decided that I will do this again in the coming years. Only next year, not white.
To see everyone and to know that I have not lost this. That we have not lost the opportunity to grasp merriment in the face on an oncoming storm. It is a memory that will hold us strong, I am sure. That if we can bring the summer day, inside and in the dead of winter, what else could we do if we put effort.
I am grateful to those who attended. I am grateful to those who helped to make my vision come to truth. To the crafter of the stars who felt the touch of Jayus, to Gild for the inspiration of hospitality that kindles within me. To Petrichor, for the will of the flowers to make their journey so that they could share with us their scent.
I weep with joy, that I could do this, for all of Arx, for Arvum.
And because of such, I have decided that I will do this again in the coming years. Only next year, not white.
Written By Alarissa
July 25, 2017, 10:30 a.m.(11/24/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Edain
I would offer a differing opinion on the matter of the un-defeated Princess Marian.
Princess Marian can be defeated.
In fashion.
Prince Fergus had best visit a tailor and see to that category.
Princess Marian can be defeated.
In fashion.
Prince Fergus had best visit a tailor and see to that category.
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