Written By Watcher
June 19, 2022, 5:38 a.m.(11/9/1017 AR)
Traditions alone are meaningless. They are the things we do because they are the things we have always done, they are the way things are because it is the way things have always been. They're like a wagon being driven down a dirt road, again and again, always the same way, always to the same place, wearing ruts deeper and deeper beneath the wheels with every journey. That's tradition. Comfortable. Easy. Even if the journey itself is difficult, the wagon rickety, the road full of bandits, if the wagon keeps going the way it always has, there's a reason to trust it will get where it always goes.
But if the wagon carries no goods, no passengers, and no messages, if the place it travels to is now empty, with no one to greet it and nothing to see or obtain, there's no point to the journey. There's no reason to continue. Dig the wheels out of the ruts and go somewhere else. Or, if the wheels will not budge and the wagon will never go another route, leave it, and walk a new way.
Of course, some journeys should have never become routine in the first place. Sometimes traditions are ugly, have always been ugly, and will always be ugly. In that case, chop the wagon to pieces and use it for firewood as you forge ahead. That way, you can burn the damn thing down bit by bit, while ensuring no one will ever be able to drive it again.
But if the wagon carries no goods, no passengers, and no messages, if the place it travels to is now empty, with no one to greet it and nothing to see or obtain, there's no point to the journey. There's no reason to continue. Dig the wheels out of the ruts and go somewhere else. Or, if the wheels will not budge and the wagon will never go another route, leave it, and walk a new way.
Of course, some journeys should have never become routine in the first place. Sometimes traditions are ugly, have always been ugly, and will always be ugly. In that case, chop the wagon to pieces and use it for firewood as you forge ahead. That way, you can burn the damn thing down bit by bit, while ensuring no one will ever be able to drive it again.
Written By Caspian
June 19, 2022, 12:25 a.m.(11/9/1017 AR)
As war breaks upon us, the demands of politics are always difficult to navigate. Many seek to offer aid, but are unsure of how to so do. Should you find yourself in such a situation, i suggest the Liberators. the discipleship of skald will be working to help all of those who suddenly find themselves with freedom thrust upon them. clothes, foods, medicine, homes, jobs... mundane things that seem trivial to others will mean more than you can know to someone who has nothing to call their own for their life.
Written By Noah
June 18, 2022, 11:33 p.m.(11/9/1017 AR)
Well that was unexpected.
Written By Kiera
June 18, 2022, 10:38 p.m.(11/9/1017 AR)
I love spending time with the rivenshari. . A place of life, light and music. One that will stand and endure
Written By Kiera
June 18, 2022, 10:33 p.m.(11/9/1017 AR)
I am an aunt again. Little Amarita Tescelina Wyvernheart. You remind me of the beauty and fragility of life. I love and will protect you
Written By Calista
June 18, 2022, 9:25 p.m.(11/9/1017 AR)
Relationship Note on Margot
I do not want to believe the news today. I do not want to think about you in the past tense. I want to think about how we met all those years ago at the Ambassador Salon and you spoke so passionately to me about fashion. We could not have stylistically been more different. You held and maintained the traditional Thraxian fashion for women while I was experimenting with pushing the envelope on Lycene wear. Yet, you mentioned coral. You mentioned how you thought coral was so beautiful and would make for jewelry that could appeal to any and all. You were also inspired by the pinkish-orange hue and wished to push for this color to become popularized throughout the city.
We were both new to the capital. We were both young. We both had our eye on the same prize. Yet, I always admired you and always respected you. My gods, Margot, not another friend lost to chaos. "We Fall. We Rise."
Keep rising, Margot. Keep Rising.
We were both new to the capital. We were both young. We both had our eye on the same prize. Yet, I always admired you and always respected you. My gods, Margot, not another friend lost to chaos. "We Fall. We Rise."
Keep rising, Margot. Keep Rising.
Written By Catalana
June 18, 2022, 9:02 p.m.(11/9/1017 AR)
Relationship Note on Margot
The news of what has transpired today truly breaks my heart. What coward slays their wife when they rest in their bed? This mad man, this fake prince is not the kind and gentle Dagon I once shared drinks with. He is a shell of corruption and hate. Of all the bad that the traditionalists love.
The late duchess was my best friend. We had our children together and grew up with the same ideals and had the same of hopes for our homes. I had worked alongside her and trusted her with my life, as she did hers. I am sorry I have failed her and her children.
But I promise, her death will not be in vain. We will hold those who robbed Tyde of their duchess and stole her heirs will be brought to justice.
The late duchess was my best friend. We had our children together and grew up with the same ideals and had the same of hopes for our homes. I had worked alongside her and trusted her with my life, as she did hers. I am sorry I have failed her and her children.
But I promise, her death will not be in vain. We will hold those who robbed Tyde of their duchess and stole her heirs will be brought to justice.
Written By Ailys
June 18, 2022, 7:25 p.m.(11/9/1017 AR)
Relationship Note on Keely
I am so incredibly proud of my cousin for standing up and speaking words of peace at the most recent Assembly.
Written By Evander
June 18, 2022, 6:39 p.m.(11/9/1017 AR)
For you, thralldom is a lost of income - for us the end of thralldom is a victory for freedom, many decades in the making, do not thing for a second we will let you cockroaches squeeze your way back to our island. You are a dead idea, nothing more than the glory day of old men now scurry to your caves where you belong. Tonight, we hunt. Mercy is no virtue.
Written By Raven
June 18, 2022, 2:48 p.m.(11/8/1017 AR)
There's more to Oathlanders than I reckoned. I even met one who'd have made an excellent Mirrormask. I am intrigued.
Written By Triton
June 18, 2022, 9:19 a.m.(11/8/1017 AR)
New sparring partner named Teague. Boisterous and elemental, he hits like a mule and I will get some good training out of that! Nothing else new...except maybe that I am going to be a father! Elora is pregnant and we will be adding to the Ravenseye ranks soon!
Written By Teague
June 17, 2022, 10:45 p.m.(11/7/1017 AR)
Knowledge is powerful.
Too much knowledge can paralyze.
How can one know when to stop learning before one gets over burdon with thoughts and ideas.
But for know I will educate myself. The meeting tonight helps with that. Thank you for the many thay educated. I am honored to be amongst so many wise people.
Too much knowledge can paralyze.
How can one know when to stop learning before one gets over burdon with thoughts and ideas.
But for know I will educate myself. The meeting tonight helps with that. Thank you for the many thay educated. I am honored to be amongst so many wise people.
Written By Desiree
June 17, 2022, 2:58 p.m.(11/6/1017 AR)
There has been much self growth this year and I feel quite proud of all that I have accomplished so far. In many ways, it is as though I am finding my own voice while also being my sister's Voice for House Wyrmguard. Truly, I felt honored when such a title and position was bestowed upon me. Dominique is a level headed Marquessa. We could not be more different if we tried. I always assumed the fiery nature which burns within me, the side of me that enjoys to toe the line, would be what most based their opinions of me. My sister has a way of looking beyond the surface and I admire her for that.
With great power comes great responsibility. I have promised to ensure Wyrmguard's reputation. I often consider "What Would Dominique Do" in situations that are beyond the scope of my experience. Every day is a new opportunity to learn and grow and I intend on taking full and complete advantage of this.
One of my lady's maids came to me with news (gossip) from Blancbier that suggested I was a trending topic of conversation for my seemingly and surprising influence pertaining to Wyrmguard matters. Word has it my clout has increased exponentially. Well, if that is not something to be impressed by, I do not know what is! Oh, I have put in much work in my studies these last few months. It is so lovely to hear such positive responses. Truly heartwarming and humbling.
With great power comes great responsibility. I have promised to ensure Wyrmguard's reputation. I often consider "What Would Dominique Do" in situations that are beyond the scope of my experience. Every day is a new opportunity to learn and grow and I intend on taking full and complete advantage of this.
One of my lady's maids came to me with news (gossip) from Blancbier that suggested I was a trending topic of conversation for my seemingly and surprising influence pertaining to Wyrmguard matters. Word has it my clout has increased exponentially. Well, if that is not something to be impressed by, I do not know what is! Oh, I have put in much work in my studies these last few months. It is so lovely to hear such positive responses. Truly heartwarming and humbling.
Written By Orland
June 17, 2022, 1:30 p.m.(11/6/1017 AR)
Thoughts on ... destruction and recreation...
I have a decent amount of people that come to me with things they no longer can use, with items that no longer serve a purpose and that perhaps on longer fit - with their personal aesthetic, lifestyle or otherwise. It may seem a little strange that I enjoy the task of meticulously breaking something down to it's original forms, or some scrap of their original forms. But to me, it is thoroughly rewarding to learn what steps the craftsman took to create something, how many stitches it took to weave a sleeve in just the right manner, or to bend the metal to curl just so. In the act of dismantling, I'm learning how it was made. I'm honoring how it was made. I sit with each piece that is given to me and appreciate the design, the contours, the colors, and all the hours of work that went into it. I might even try it on.
Then I think what can be made from the salvaged pieces of what it used to be...
It turns my mind to considering how it's almost a metaphor for our society. The fabric of our world used to stretch much further than it had, further than we know. There are peoples out there we call as the Abandoned that used to be part of our fabric, before it was dismantled. We presently live with what has been created from such a ripping of seams. What our society fabric is, isn't what it use to be according to history books, and every day we are sewing seams and bending metal into new shapes to mold it into something different...
Then I look at the materials left in my hands after I dismantle all that hard work and wonder, what new creation will come to life after the dismantling of the old. It always makes me so curious, but not without acknowledging all the cuts, scrapes, and new callous on my hands that made it possible....
There's always a cost to creating new things...
...and we should never forget the foundations that we used to build from.
I have a decent amount of people that come to me with things they no longer can use, with items that no longer serve a purpose and that perhaps on longer fit - with their personal aesthetic, lifestyle or otherwise. It may seem a little strange that I enjoy the task of meticulously breaking something down to it's original forms, or some scrap of their original forms. But to me, it is thoroughly rewarding to learn what steps the craftsman took to create something, how many stitches it took to weave a sleeve in just the right manner, or to bend the metal to curl just so. In the act of dismantling, I'm learning how it was made. I'm honoring how it was made. I sit with each piece that is given to me and appreciate the design, the contours, the colors, and all the hours of work that went into it. I might even try it on.
Then I think what can be made from the salvaged pieces of what it used to be...
It turns my mind to considering how it's almost a metaphor for our society. The fabric of our world used to stretch much further than it had, further than we know. There are peoples out there we call as the Abandoned that used to be part of our fabric, before it was dismantled. We presently live with what has been created from such a ripping of seams. What our society fabric is, isn't what it use to be according to history books, and every day we are sewing seams and bending metal into new shapes to mold it into something different...
Then I look at the materials left in my hands after I dismantle all that hard work and wonder, what new creation will come to life after the dismantling of the old. It always makes me so curious, but not without acknowledging all the cuts, scrapes, and new callous on my hands that made it possible....
There's always a cost to creating new things...
...and we should never forget the foundations that we used to build from.
Written By Esme
June 17, 2022, 10:48 a.m.(11/6/1017 AR)
Sometimes I am struck by what steps I should take in life as it involves duty and oaths. While I have no doubt my oaths to the Faith were the right choice, it is sometimes hard to figure where I now belong to the peerage of the realm.
To all of you though, my prayers are daily with each of you to find honor in duty, duty in courtly love, and keep fast to your oaths.
To all of you though, my prayers are daily with each of you to find honor in duty, duty in courtly love, and keep fast to your oaths.
Written By Mattheu
June 17, 2022, 9:25 a.m.(11/6/1017 AR)
Relationship Note on Keely
I don't wish to give her cause to seek hiding within the walls, comfort to be found staying away from the center of direction. I will always pull her closer, be a shield for her if it is wished. A friend who I will seek within a crowd, a patron who has shown me nothing but kindness and has taught me much.
Princess Keely is a light which if you haven't had the pleasure to meet, there's much joy missing from your daily life. She runs as if in a blur, excited to see all. Kind and gentle, less she's seeking to make sure you've had a fill of tasting a cider. Then be ready to have multiple mugs within your hands. A laugh that will brighten any room. And helpful towards others. She does so very much, and sometimes has very little time to allow herself a moment of breath.
Princess Keely is a light which if you haven't had the pleasure to meet, there's much joy missing from your daily life. She runs as if in a blur, excited to see all. Kind and gentle, less she's seeking to make sure you've had a fill of tasting a cider. Then be ready to have multiple mugs within your hands. A laugh that will brighten any room. And helpful towards others. She does so very much, and sometimes has very little time to allow herself a moment of breath.
Written By Mattheu
June 17, 2022, 9:16 a.m.(11/6/1017 AR)
Watching the children at play along the edges of the creek, a friend suggested that a similar game be made for our friends to join in on at when coming to the expanse. Within the crowds of children, colorful family, and soft bells which I only know to be home. There we watched as Caspian Wild, with BOATIO made by Marquessa Cassiopeia Proscipi get the furthest of all the boats made. We danced and sung around the fires, a horde of children lead by my brother took to the kitchens and escaped with may cookies. A new dialect of Ravashari and Isles hodge-podge syllables and words has been mashed together while my nephews and their new Eswynd friends both refused to speak Avarni and started to communicate in their play.
So many friends with their bells upon small folded silk flowers as our mother used to make, she would hum lightly to me while my brothers and sister were off in their chores and duties when we were younger. I would find myself running along the river, and nothing could stop me if I had one of my mother's silk flowers upon me. Its bells specially chosen for the flower and the people it would be gifted to, a song just for those that are close to us, our truest of friends.
Lord Teague's small boat was a lovely design, and I encourage him in his endeavors to make more to play with in the future. Lady Catalana's soapy wash-boat was amazing to watch as it bubbled under the current. Lady Neve's colorful little boat had many of the children cheering for it for it looked as colorful as the wind. My brother, Chieftain, and Marquis entertained the horde following him with both song, dance, and little boat. Lady Kiera's while found itself in the reeds along with Athaur's was a lovely design and with good company, and graced by Whisper Calandra.
For all that were able to come, thank you. Truly, your friendship to my family means more than I can put into words. Possibly into notes upon my strings, or within soft chimes from a dance.
So many friends with their bells upon small folded silk flowers as our mother used to make, she would hum lightly to me while my brothers and sister were off in their chores and duties when we were younger. I would find myself running along the river, and nothing could stop me if I had one of my mother's silk flowers upon me. Its bells specially chosen for the flower and the people it would be gifted to, a song just for those that are close to us, our truest of friends.
Lord Teague's small boat was a lovely design, and I encourage him in his endeavors to make more to play with in the future. Lady Catalana's soapy wash-boat was amazing to watch as it bubbled under the current. Lady Neve's colorful little boat had many of the children cheering for it for it looked as colorful as the wind. My brother, Chieftain, and Marquis entertained the horde following him with both song, dance, and little boat. Lady Kiera's while found itself in the reeds along with Athaur's was a lovely design and with good company, and graced by Whisper Calandra.
For all that were able to come, thank you. Truly, your friendship to my family means more than I can put into words. Possibly into notes upon my strings, or within soft chimes from a dance.
Written By Ilira
June 17, 2022, 12:47 a.m.(11/5/1017 AR)
Relationship Note on Savio
I'm hot.
Deny me.
Also, this is my favorite ditty of yours in a while and I love how tight the rhymes are! We really should collaborate on poetry as often as we do on insight.
Deny me.
Also, this is my favorite ditty of yours in a while and I love how tight the rhymes are! We really should collaborate on poetry as often as we do on insight.
Written By Medeia
June 17, 2022, 12:15 a.m.(11/5/1017 AR)
I have had the joy of seeing the elder pair of children begin to make friends outside of the Isles. They are still so young, but they are curious and bold. It seemed best not to bring Mariska across the city to join in the festivities at the Rivenshari estate; once she is walking on her own, there will be plenty of opportunities for her to socialize.
All the strife in the Isles has had me on edge as of late. It reminds me how important it is for me to spend time with my children so that I can impart knowledge, teach them to love their duty to their people and the Compact, and help them to honor the gods. I hope that the legacy I leave behind for them is one they can be proud of, and one which will provide them allies and resources in their times of need.
All the strife in the Isles has had me on edge as of late. It reminds me how important it is for me to spend time with my children so that I can impart knowledge, teach them to love their duty to their people and the Compact, and help them to honor the gods. I hope that the legacy I leave behind for them is one they can be proud of, and one which will provide them allies and resources in their times of need.
Written By Sebastian
June 16, 2022, 8:37 p.m.(11/5/1017 AR)
"Consider this," she said, "That you keep building grander and grander works, pouring yourself into your art, pouring yourself in as if you would prefer there was nothing left of you and everything of you resided in your work."
"I would not be upset by that," I said.
"Then I will mourn for you," she replied.
What a strange dream.
"I would not be upset by that," I said.
"Then I will mourn for you," she replied.
What a strange dream.
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