Written By Shard
June 28, 2018, 3:22 a.m.(2/5/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Alayne
If I stuck heads on pikes over people being loud idiots, I'd never get any actual work done. I did consider punching you in the nose. Don't worry, I asked the leaves and the stones first, they said it was okay.
Written By Leta
June 28, 2018, 3:15 a.m.(2/5/1009 AR)
At times I dream that Aion's dream's the lesser
when measured 'gainst these dreams of mine,
for in my dreams I touch her face and kiss her,
and so my dreams the very stars outshine.
Let kings, then, have Aion's world,
Let me, 'til sleep, have wine.
when measured 'gainst these dreams of mine,
for in my dreams I touch her face and kiss her,
and so my dreams the very stars outshine.
Let kings, then, have Aion's world,
Let me, 'til sleep, have wine.
Written By Lys
June 28, 2018, 3:10 a.m.(2/5/1009 AR)
I dreamt I swallowed nothing but ashes. Every sip of wine that past my lips turned to ash on my tongue. Every bite of bread I chewed turned to dust against my gums. I dreamt that I ate and drank only ash until I withered and was ash myself.
Written By Alayne
June 28, 2018, 3:01 a.m.(2/5/1009 AR)
Perhaps I was right, perhaps I was wrong; perhaps Skald was truly Skald, perhaps it was just a fake; a mummer's show.
Those are all uncertainties, questions to which I have no true answers for, but I do know a thing with absolute - without refutable certainty - and that is that at those benches, I was thrown back fifteen years of my existence. I've lived my life devoted to my craft and my desires; I've reached expertise in my prefered, original field, and handled myself professional- imperially, confidence borrowed from my skill, and thus was fuelled irrevocably with a melange of pride and virtue that often times takes me to speak my mind vocally, and loudly. With little regard for my surroundings.
Had a certain prodigal woman threaten violence upon me the late night of yesterday, and it was then I learned that before I was an apothecarian; before I was a healer, and self-proclaimed idealist, I was a woman. I was man. I was a mammal, a particularly tiny one at that - however tall mine height is - compared to this girl; this creature of the long, lost woods of the cold North that now narrowed her eyes at me, and wanted mine head on a spike. And yes; yes, of course- of course, /Alayne/, there were over thirty people between you and her, but what does it matter? If there weren't, I would've died- I'd be dead. I tempted fate; fate tempted by voicing my opinion, to which many - if not all - disagreed to.
Perhaps I am being dramatic; perhaps this woman isn't one to let bloodletting take over her; perhaps she sought violent delights, by punching a selection of teeth out my jaw's clutch, but that is all conjecture. That is all a digress- all nonsense. The point is that, in any other situation, I would've been at someone else's mercy, and that is perhaps the most terrifying thing I could ever imagine.
Humans are not to be trusted. After all, they're only humans.
Those are all uncertainties, questions to which I have no true answers for, but I do know a thing with absolute - without refutable certainty - and that is that at those benches, I was thrown back fifteen years of my existence. I've lived my life devoted to my craft and my desires; I've reached expertise in my prefered, original field, and handled myself professional- imperially, confidence borrowed from my skill, and thus was fuelled irrevocably with a melange of pride and virtue that often times takes me to speak my mind vocally, and loudly. With little regard for my surroundings.
Had a certain prodigal woman threaten violence upon me the late night of yesterday, and it was then I learned that before I was an apothecarian; before I was a healer, and self-proclaimed idealist, I was a woman. I was man. I was a mammal, a particularly tiny one at that - however tall mine height is - compared to this girl; this creature of the long, lost woods of the cold North that now narrowed her eyes at me, and wanted mine head on a spike. And yes; yes, of course- of course, /Alayne/, there were over thirty people between you and her, but what does it matter? If there weren't, I would've died- I'd be dead. I tempted fate; fate tempted by voicing my opinion, to which many - if not all - disagreed to.
Perhaps I am being dramatic; perhaps this woman isn't one to let bloodletting take over her; perhaps she sought violent delights, by punching a selection of teeth out my jaw's clutch, but that is all conjecture. That is all a digress- all nonsense. The point is that, in any other situation, I would've been at someone else's mercy, and that is perhaps the most terrifying thing I could ever imagine.
Humans are not to be trusted. After all, they're only humans.
Written By Aiden
June 28, 2018, 1:35 a.m.(2/5/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Grazia
While our marriage was dutifully arranged for political ties between our houses, I have come to know this woman now, as my wife. House Grayson honored me more than I ever knew by delivering me into this marriage contract, a Blessing by the Gods I swear it. I will always be a Prince of the GraySon by blood, but now I'm rising to be a Duke of the Falcons and feeling the Rubino pride swelling in me, and GODS it feels so good to SOAR!! It is a strange happy feeling that someone trusts in my decisions and opinions, acknowledges my ideas and wants to implement them! It's incredible what it does to my confidence to be asked how I would handle a situation or what I would do and then be allowed to handle it. Grazia, I couldn't ask for a better wife - how did I get so lucky to marry such a woman? I'm at a loss why the whole of Arx wasn't fighting for your hand? BUT their LOSS and my eternal gain! My brother chose well for me and making father proud will be an easy task with you at my side. Our future looks truly golden. I am so glad you chose to fly with me.
Written By Aleksei
June 28, 2018, 12:30 a.m.(2/5/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Caspian
Until a new Archlector is appointed, can still talk to our ever-beloved Legate of Concepts, Father Orazio!
Written By Thesarin
June 28, 2018, 12:25 a.m.(2/5/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Monique
The legends and the living of them don't often have much to do with each other, how I've found.
Written By Sorrel
June 28, 2018, 12:12 a.m.(2/5/1009 AR)
Skald liked my song! He liked it! I'm so excited.
I should write him a new one. Here's my new draft:
Even without nice options, not choosing's a choice:
Whether keeping one's silence or raising one's voice.
Not doing's like doing, though it may cause one strife:
Freedom's not easy, when each choice changes one's life.
Fight for freedom for all men with one's hands unbound
Fear not the poor choices and let freedom resound!
First draft. Still needs some tweaking!
I should write him a new one. Here's my new draft:
Even without nice options, not choosing's a choice:
Whether keeping one's silence or raising one's voice.
Not doing's like doing, though it may cause one strife:
Freedom's not easy, when each choice changes one's life.
Fight for freedom for all men with one's hands unbound
Fear not the poor choices and let freedom resound!
First draft. Still needs some tweaking!
Written By Caspian
June 28, 2018, 12:05 a.m.(2/5/1009 AR)
I forgot to add this to my previous journal entry, allow me to here:
Fuck Thralldom.
I'm also wondering if I should join the Discipleship of Skald. I had considered it way back, but I ended up working as an academy teacher and that was a lot of work. Still is a lot of work. But now I'm starting to consider it again, especially after that duel.
But who would I even talk to about it now?
Fuck Thralldom.
I'm also wondering if I should join the Discipleship of Skald. I had considered it way back, but I ended up working as an academy teacher and that was a lot of work. Still is a lot of work. But now I'm starting to consider it again, especially after that duel.
But who would I even talk to about it now?
Written By Bashira
June 27, 2018, 11:16 p.m.(2/5/1009 AR)
When I went to see Prince Luca and Sir Aleksei duel tonight, I was surprised that there was actually Skald in attendance. More to the that, I was seated next to him for a bit. We had a discussion about the lovely hairpins that he was wearing as I have a love for butterflies. He dropped his hairpins when he ran out. Someone picked them up, hopefully they will make it back to him.
Written By Merek
June 27, 2018, 10:50 p.m.(2/5/1009 AR)
Interesting day.
Written By Philippe
June 27, 2018, 9:09 p.m.(2/4/1009 AR)
Why is a Prince Laric fighting a sick homeless man?
Written By Aleksei
June 27, 2018, 8:30 p.m.(2/4/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Victus
We _definitely_ won't be giving anyone in attendance papercuts.
Written By Victus
June 27, 2018, 7:46 p.m.(2/4/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Aleksei
Naw, sounds like a cover up to me.
Written By Aleksei
June 27, 2018, 6:49 p.m.(2/4/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Victus
It's not so much Skald is pro-papercuts as he thinks SOMEONE was being whiny by complaining about them.
Written By Dianna
June 27, 2018, 4:39 p.m.(2/4/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Hadrian
I must find a good time to discuss with Hadrian about House Mazetti's future plans, especially regarding we glaivedancers. He may have a better idea on how to raise the glaivedancers back to their former glory than I do.
Written By Sabella
June 27, 2018, 4:34 p.m.(2/4/1009 AR)
Take a deep breath everyone! I'm sure Skald is just a very popular name, like how every other boy in this city is named Alaric or Laric and every girl is like Alarice or Keskialette.
Written By Arik
June 27, 2018, 4:30 p.m.(2/4/1009 AR)
On the matter of Skald and Papercuts...
As a northerner I obviously favor some of the Pantheon moreso than others. Mangata is well loved in Whitehold lands and Skald being tied to the North is likewise well loved or perhaps well respected. No papercut, nothing happening. Have a papercut, something happening. Nothing happening infinite choices. Something happening, specific choices. If I were a God of choice and had to choose between infinite choices and choices revolving around something small I'd probably pick the shorter list... But then again I am just a man and I fuck up a goodly portion of my own choices so what do I know.
I support Skald, may Master Aleksei take this opportunity to further remove himself from the choice of resigning his place in the church.
As a northerner I obviously favor some of the Pantheon moreso than others. Mangata is well loved in Whitehold lands and Skald being tied to the North is likewise well loved or perhaps well respected. No papercut, nothing happening. Have a papercut, something happening. Nothing happening infinite choices. Something happening, specific choices. If I were a God of choice and had to choose between infinite choices and choices revolving around something small I'd probably pick the shorter list... But then again I am just a man and I fuck up a goodly portion of my own choices so what do I know.
I support Skald, may Master Aleksei take this opportunity to further remove himself from the choice of resigning his place in the church.
Written By Dianna
June 27, 2018, 4:29 p.m.(2/4/1009 AR)
Careless in training this week. I barely landed a hit before Alessia knocked me out with a blow to the neck. I do not resent her. The fault is on me for being...distracted. One is supposed to more careful in training so these sorts of incidents don't happen. I was sure to compliment her on her skill when the medics woke up.
Hadrian watched us duel. One aspect of glaivedancer training that I had to learn young was humility: "Leave your ego at the door." Otherwise, a beginner fighter would constantly feel overwhelmed and intimidated and resentful of the warriors that are more skilled than she is. I am glad I learned this important lesson young. Otherwise, I never would be able to stand the Voice of our House watching me get so easily knocked out.
Recently, however, I find my patience dwindling. I long more than ever to restore our the glaivedancers to their former glory, and I can't very well do that if I'm so careless as to get knocked out in training. Such ego is not good. I must meditate to regain balance.
Hadrian watched us duel. One aspect of glaivedancer training that I had to learn young was humility: "Leave your ego at the door." Otherwise, a beginner fighter would constantly feel overwhelmed and intimidated and resentful of the warriors that are more skilled than she is. I am glad I learned this important lesson young. Otherwise, I never would be able to stand the Voice of our House watching me get so easily knocked out.
Recently, however, I find my patience dwindling. I long more than ever to restore our the glaivedancers to their former glory, and I can't very well do that if I'm so careless as to get knocked out in training. Such ego is not good. I must meditate to regain balance.
Written By Bliss
June 27, 2018, 4:20 p.m.(2/4/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Monique
I've personally always found it far easier to live my life, as things grow to scales beyond what we can imagine, without scale. And even with all the pain and hardship I have been through, there is little I would do different even with full knowledge. The ride from high to low to high is ever a thrill, each setback an interesting new twist that I must adapt to, a way to make the story all the more enjoyable to tell later.
Of course, nowhere near all my stories are at their end - but I find that when I read about legends, my thought isn't that it's easy, it's that I am wasting my life and need to do more.
Of course, nowhere near all my stories are at their end - but I find that when I read about legends, my thought isn't that it's easy, it's that I am wasting my life and need to do more.
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