Written By Raymesin
June 5, 2022, 7:28 p.m.(10/11/1017 AR)
My wife is one of the best women in Arvum. Between the books and the bread and the pie and the cake and the midwifery and the council and the physician-work and the First Harlequin, there are few to match the accomplishments and the joy that is Tanith Grayhope.
I'm one of the luckiest men in the Compact.
I'm one of the luckiest men in the Compact.
Written By Auda
June 5, 2022, 6:48 p.m.(10/11/1017 AR)
...apple pie moonshine sounds like a great endeavor, doesn't it, Scholar?
Written By Ida
June 5, 2022, 6:48 p.m.(10/11/1017 AR)
I tried a new design for some battle gloves, hand-wraps, and cestus in the shop. Nothing too fancy, mind you, but it's good to have the shelves a bit more full again.
Written By Auda
June 5, 2022, 6:47 p.m.(10/11/1017 AR)
Gods, I love a good secret.
Written By Rosalind
June 5, 2022, 6:46 p.m.(10/11/1017 AR)
I met an Oathlander that is sending me tea I can mix with my whisky. I'll update later. In the meantime, anyone else have any other tea I should be trying? I mean, I hear it's good. I don't know if I'm buying good tea thing.
Written By Rosalind
June 5, 2022, 6:44 p.m.(10/11/1017 AR)
Fall is here! The smell of the woods change and I love it! The dampness of the earth. Then the city and the smell of the Cider and of the hearths. I'm so excited I'm not melting!
Written By Caspian
June 5, 2022, 6:43 p.m.(10/11/1017 AR)
Thank the gods the heat is starting to pass. Cool weather, nippy mornings, and best of all.. plentiful cider.
Written By Jaenelle
June 5, 2022, 6:01 p.m.(10/11/1017 AR)
Greed causes even the weakest of people to look far more incompetent than normal. If you are going to allow Greed to dictate your actions, at least create a safety net when the inevitable happens and you find yourself lacking. Do yourself a favor and plan ahead for there will be no sympathy of a safety room provided by others when you fall.
Written By Orland
June 5, 2022, 5:06 p.m.(10/10/1017 AR)
Relationship Note on Teague
Thoughts of a returning friend... !
Teaggggue! My brother! I was very happy to note he was back in Arx, after all that he endured. I'm glad to see him full of life again and laughing with us. He's still up to his shenanigans giving me a bear hug every time I share space with him, but in truth, I don't mind. We've a rapport that goes way back to when I first returned to Arx - what is that now, like 4 years ago or something? In any case, Teague was the first person in this city to help teach me to fight. He kicked my ass steadily back then and I suppose he might now, despite how much I've been training. I just hope I can give him a run for his money now when we spar.
He certainly has a heart of gold and I'm glad to be considered his friend. If you haven't met this man already, I'd encourage it.
Welcome back my brother!
Teaggggue! My brother! I was very happy to note he was back in Arx, after all that he endured. I'm glad to see him full of life again and laughing with us. He's still up to his shenanigans giving me a bear hug every time I share space with him, but in truth, I don't mind. We've a rapport that goes way back to when I first returned to Arx - what is that now, like 4 years ago or something? In any case, Teague was the first person in this city to help teach me to fight. He kicked my ass steadily back then and I suppose he might now, despite how much I've been training. I just hope I can give him a run for his money now when we spar.
He certainly has a heart of gold and I'm glad to be considered his friend. If you haven't met this man already, I'd encourage it.
Welcome back my brother!
Written By Orland
June 5, 2022, 4:46 p.m.(10/10/1017 AR)
Thoughts of extending ... art and music! ...
On a happier note, I worked with the Bard College to coordinate and build a branch of the College in Bravura. I'm rightfully proud of that. The Bard's College is something both my husband and I are proud to represent and consistently manage to find ourselves aiding when we have the time that our lives afford us to. Bravura is a place of artistry and culture, so the branch of the Bard's College will certainly open doors for many of our people.
I look forward to Bravura's bard and actor guild making a presence in other parts of the world through this collective college structure.
On a happier note, I worked with the Bard College to coordinate and build a branch of the College in Bravura. I'm rightfully proud of that. The Bard's College is something both my husband and I are proud to represent and consistently manage to find ourselves aiding when we have the time that our lives afford us to. Bravura is a place of artistry and culture, so the branch of the Bard's College will certainly open doors for many of our people.
I look forward to Bravura's bard and actor guild making a presence in other parts of the world through this collective college structure.
Written By Orland
June 5, 2022, 4:37 p.m.(10/10/1017 AR)
Thoughts of a ... perfectly good waste of a commoner ...
I let this sentiment fester for a while after helping grow the name of the Order of East Light in the Mourning Isles.
I deny such thoughts as my truth. What I've been able to achieve as a noble is not something I could achieve as a commoner. As a commoner the best I could hope for is to make a profitable business for myself, have a trade, and sure, serve Jayus in such a manner. Perhaps I could've been a mercenary, perhaps I may have still made oaths in Knighthood. Perhaps I would have been an artist and a bard?
The bitter truth is, in theory, honestly, I would've likely been coaxed toward a life of criminal behavior. I was picking pockets before Duarte found me - does no one understand that is where it all begins? If the only ones who were willing to put time into me were those teaching me these street skills, what do you think I would've become? I would be stealing your baubles out from under you at a rate that would make the Inquisition's head spin. Or worse! Perhaps I would've moved onto smuggling or dealing drugs? I shudder to think and I'm glad they're mere thoughts of .. what could have been, had someone not been sent to help me.. Sent by the Gods themselves, perhaps?
Duarte gave me a chance to pick another path. He was the first one to actually stop and see me as someone of potential. He wasn't noble himself at that point, but a wealthy upper class commoner, serving House Pravus. So many "good" people would have let me rot on the street. So many had. I was one of hundreds of thousands without a home, without a parent, without much of a future - except a future of crime. Duarte extended his hand to me and offered me a job, an honest one. He took me in and under his wing. Duarte, changed everything for me.
I would've been a waste of a human if it wasn't for Duarte Amadeo. There is no Amazing Amadeo, there is no Orland Amadeo... without Duarte.
And I vow I will not allow my life to be wasteful.
I let this sentiment fester for a while after helping grow the name of the Order of East Light in the Mourning Isles.
I deny such thoughts as my truth. What I've been able to achieve as a noble is not something I could achieve as a commoner. As a commoner the best I could hope for is to make a profitable business for myself, have a trade, and sure, serve Jayus in such a manner. Perhaps I could've been a mercenary, perhaps I may have still made oaths in Knighthood. Perhaps I would have been an artist and a bard?
The bitter truth is, in theory, honestly, I would've likely been coaxed toward a life of criminal behavior. I was picking pockets before Duarte found me - does no one understand that is where it all begins? If the only ones who were willing to put time into me were those teaching me these street skills, what do you think I would've become? I would be stealing your baubles out from under you at a rate that would make the Inquisition's head spin. Or worse! Perhaps I would've moved onto smuggling or dealing drugs? I shudder to think and I'm glad they're mere thoughts of .. what could have been, had someone not been sent to help me.. Sent by the Gods themselves, perhaps?
Duarte gave me a chance to pick another path. He was the first one to actually stop and see me as someone of potential. He wasn't noble himself at that point, but a wealthy upper class commoner, serving House Pravus. So many "good" people would have let me rot on the street. So many had. I was one of hundreds of thousands without a home, without a parent, without much of a future - except a future of crime. Duarte extended his hand to me and offered me a job, an honest one. He took me in and under his wing. Duarte, changed everything for me.
I would've been a waste of a human if it wasn't for Duarte Amadeo. There is no Amazing Amadeo, there is no Orland Amadeo... without Duarte.
And I vow I will not allow my life to be wasteful.
Written By Acacia
June 5, 2022, 4:26 p.m.(10/10/1017 AR)
Proud of my crew. Proud to see Culler come through for the compact again.
Written By Elora
June 5, 2022, 3:21 p.m.(10/10/1017 AR)
There was something about his smile that made me feel wary.
Written By Natasha
June 5, 2022, 2:31 p.m.(10/10/1017 AR)
I pray now to the gods to allow me the strength and clarity of mind for everything that I must account for in this day, and the other long, tumultuous days that follow it.
Written By Giada
June 5, 2022, 1:28 p.m.(10/10/1017 AR)
I swear to the gods that some people are terminally stupid. You should -never- trust someone willing to pay you way too much silver to do a tiny task. That's one of the fastest ways out there to seriously fuck up your life. A dimwitted Lycene doesn't last long; maybe try learning from ones that do.
Know better, do better.
Know better, do better.
Written By Giada
June 5, 2022, 1:13 p.m.(10/10/1017 AR)
Fact: I don't run unless my life depends on it.
Written By Evander
June 5, 2022, 12:54 p.m.(10/10/1017 AR)
They say that if you write in your journal every week, you are bound to learn something about yourself.
Written By Ida
June 5, 2022, 9:15 a.m.(10/10/1017 AR)
Relationship Note on Reigna
What can I possibly write about Marquessa Reigna Keaton that would do her even a small measure of justice? Her kindness is a thing of legends. A woman of staunch beliefs and morals, she stood ready to entertain and debate the ideas of others. She respected opinions and viewpoints even if they were not her own. She always seemed to have a glimmer in her eyes - an energy of positive thinking in the bleakest of moments. There were no setbacks, just points to learn from and try again in another way. I wish I could put to parchment the amazing experiences I was blessed to have alongside the Marquessa, from simple discussions about commissions to extraordinary adventures. She was a warm and welcoming fire in a dimming world, and I will miss her presence among us.
Written By Amari
June 5, 2022, 9:08 a.m.(10/10/1017 AR)
Maybe the true reward was the friends I made along the way.
See? I've written the moral of the story at the beginning. Read no further. The rest will just be me ruminating on the failure of my efforts. Failure being a somewhat harsh way to sum up the results, admittedly. I did help quite a few people resolve their arguments before they turned into violent confrontations. That's a win. I don't believe I caused any argument to worsen either... but it was a close thing in some of the cases.
I've learned that to keep the peace, you do not steal another man's cow under any circumstances. It's not worth the heartache for all involved (including the cow's). Chicken wrangling? Also a very good way to cause bloodshed. Robbing a lady of her finest crockery after promising to marry, also not conducive to peaceful relations between her kin and yours. Oh, and don't dare poach deer or grouse from woods claimed by another, nor let your sheep graze in unfamiliar pastures. Also don't dare have the gall to charge a toll on a bridge you didn't erect either.
For gods sake, most of all, keep your word. If everyone did that alone, so much trouble would be avoided and you'd have nearly no need for lawyers like me nor have to suffer my well-intentioned meddling.
See? I've written the moral of the story at the beginning. Read no further. The rest will just be me ruminating on the failure of my efforts. Failure being a somewhat harsh way to sum up the results, admittedly. I did help quite a few people resolve their arguments before they turned into violent confrontations. That's a win. I don't believe I caused any argument to worsen either... but it was a close thing in some of the cases.
I've learned that to keep the peace, you do not steal another man's cow under any circumstances. It's not worth the heartache for all involved (including the cow's). Chicken wrangling? Also a very good way to cause bloodshed. Robbing a lady of her finest crockery after promising to marry, also not conducive to peaceful relations between her kin and yours. Oh, and don't dare poach deer or grouse from woods claimed by another, nor let your sheep graze in unfamiliar pastures. Also don't dare have the gall to charge a toll on a bridge you didn't erect either.
For gods sake, most of all, keep your word. If everyone did that alone, so much trouble would be avoided and you'd have nearly no need for lawyers like me nor have to suffer my well-intentioned meddling.
Written By Celine
June 5, 2022, 2:58 a.m.(10/9/1017 AR)
Autumn. My favourite season of the year. A gentle, mellow season when what we lose in flowers we gain in fruit. I rode Grace through the forest to Petrichor's Lodge, and the ripeness of the air and the crispness of leaves underfoot soothed the agitation that's been gnawing at my thoughts. I spent the afternoon helping to collect windfalls from beneath the orchard trees, and after a picnic we lay on our backs and watched honking geese migrate for southern warmth. Arrows of white on a perfect blue sky. I've been promised cider from the spoils of the day.
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