Written By Pasquale
May 6, 2022, 1:07 a.m.(8/5/1017 AR)
Raja and I have been working to make an alaricite bow together. To make it interesting we’ve decided that each component needs to have an adventure, or story, behind it. Having considered the materials that good bows are made from I figure we need horn, sinew, sharkskin and strips of appropriate timber. Other materials go into the making of a composite bow of course but trying to make a grand adventure out of components like fish glue just seems a little excessive. These are the ones we are focusing upon.
I found the legend of a great white shark called Squall who has been terrorizing the coast of the Lyceum lately. Those tales said that it could eat a ship and its crew up in a single bite. It wasn’t quite that formidable but it was powerful enough that when I put an arrow in its eye its thrashing caused both Zoey and I to fall on the whaling vessel whilst the hunting crew in the whaler’s boat (Raja, Lord Ian, Lady Nebulosa and Lord Haakon) were nearly tipped into the water. Only Haakon’s quick actions kept Raja from being swept along into the mouth of the creature by her daggers. It’s death throws did turn the whaler’s boat into tindling in the end and it seemed we might almost lose the more armored of the team to the ocean rather than the shark. Fortunately Cabot and his crew were as talented as promised and each of them were fished out of the water before the gory job of hauling that massive carcass began.
I have my sharkskin. Now I just need to find a suitable source for the sinew and horn.
And I need to heal first. Something in my chest gave out when I took that tumble and it is not interacting well with my cough.
I found the legend of a great white shark called Squall who has been terrorizing the coast of the Lyceum lately. Those tales said that it could eat a ship and its crew up in a single bite. It wasn’t quite that formidable but it was powerful enough that when I put an arrow in its eye its thrashing caused both Zoey and I to fall on the whaling vessel whilst the hunting crew in the whaler’s boat (Raja, Lord Ian, Lady Nebulosa and Lord Haakon) were nearly tipped into the water. Only Haakon’s quick actions kept Raja from being swept along into the mouth of the creature by her daggers. It’s death throws did turn the whaler’s boat into tindling in the end and it seemed we might almost lose the more armored of the team to the ocean rather than the shark. Fortunately Cabot and his crew were as talented as promised and each of them were fished out of the water before the gory job of hauling that massive carcass began.
I have my sharkskin. Now I just need to find a suitable source for the sinew and horn.
And I need to heal first. Something in my chest gave out when I took that tumble and it is not interacting well with my cough.
Written By Isolde
May 5, 2022, 7:06 p.m.(8/5/1017 AR)
I struggle to find the words to express sorrow to those who have lost their spouses to wolf attacks, especially in the Lyceum. I can say this though.
The strength you muster in these moments will benefit you going forward.
The strength you muster in these moments will benefit you going forward.
Written By Aureth
May 4, 2022, 4:28 p.m.(8/2/1017 AR)
For the last eight years or so, I have intermittently in my musings and wanderings through the Great Archive come across a white journal that included references from a scholar who thought they were funny by recording writings from dictation in the Whites that were clearly not intended to be included, i.e., "Why are you writing down whatever I am saying," "please stop," et cetera, et cetera. It did not cross my desk in any formal way and frankly I had much larger fish to fillet, and in fact, still do so, but this person had the misfortune today to be doing so with a young lady while I happened to be walking by. It turns out, the joke was ultimately not on her, or me.
I am happy to report that the scholar in question will no longer be including any "funny business" in the Whites, as they have been summarily fired from their honorable post for disrespect to Vellichor's holy archive and the duty we expect of the Faithful.
I shall be directing the Archlector of Petrichor to find them a post in the heart of the Oathlands, where the local laypersons will surely do me the honor of instructing this priest in the seriousness of his oaths and the importance of recorded history in the annals of the Faith.
Should anyone still working in the archives decide it would be cute to copy this behavior, I am certain that, with this entry in the Whites -- Archscholar Oswyn will ensure that the scholars are warned that I don't think it's cute.
No, of course you can still write down plainly rhetorical devices from people entering their Whites. If anyone is genuinely confused about the behavior to which I refer, I invite you to soak your head in a cold bucket before you come and ask me about it. It will do us both a world of good.
I am happy to report that the scholar in question will no longer be including any "funny business" in the Whites, as they have been summarily fired from their honorable post for disrespect to Vellichor's holy archive and the duty we expect of the Faithful.
I shall be directing the Archlector of Petrichor to find them a post in the heart of the Oathlands, where the local laypersons will surely do me the honor of instructing this priest in the seriousness of his oaths and the importance of recorded history in the annals of the Faith.
Should anyone still working in the archives decide it would be cute to copy this behavior, I am certain that, with this entry in the Whites -- Archscholar Oswyn will ensure that the scholars are warned that I don't think it's cute.
No, of course you can still write down plainly rhetorical devices from people entering their Whites. If anyone is genuinely confused about the behavior to which I refer, I invite you to soak your head in a cold bucket before you come and ask me about it. It will do us both a world of good.
Written By Celine
May 4, 2022, 3:27 p.m.(8/2/1017 AR)
Relationship Note on Mabelle
My feet carried me today into the Dire Bee, and there I found Lady Mabelle, knee-deep in preparations for the Artshall Arts Festival. We spent an enchanting hour in conversation and I was privileged to enjoy a sneak preview of the gown that she's designed for the occasion. I won't elaborate on it here in the Whites, because it will speak for itself when it's showcased. In Lady Mabelle I've discovered a friend, and I look forward to where this friendship might lead us.
Written By Cristoph
May 4, 2022, 12:55 p.m.(8/2/1017 AR)
Relationship Note on Jael
I finally willed myself to sort your things in the estate in Arx.
I took that painting, you know the one. I took it and I put it in the main hall with all the other art.
Some people light candles when they're waiting for someone to come home. But I suspect a good bit of sibling aggravation does just as fine a job.
I took that painting, you know the one. I took it and I put it in the main hall with all the other art.
Some people light candles when they're waiting for someone to come home. But I suspect a good bit of sibling aggravation does just as fine a job.
Written By Ember
May 4, 2022, 5:33 a.m.(8/1/1017 AR)
Relationship Note on Saverio
Though my marriage to Count Saverio Redreef, nee Lord Saverio Inverno, lasted only a month before his passing, our courtship carried on both formally and informally for some four years. In that time, the man who would become my husband saw in me things about me that I did not recognize, and helped me to see them in myself as well. That is what I will forever remember about him: his ability to keenly perceive that which others did not.
In those years of knowing him, only once did I ever see fear or dread cross his features. Only once did I ever see him surprised or awestruck. Those times were not the same incident, either. Even when he faced down death as a monstrous wolf attacked his new family in the Redreef Estate, he did not show fear. He fought for his life and nearly succeeded in besting the creature that killed him. It was not enough, but had his life not been sacrificed, a half-dozen members of my family would surely have died as well.
Count Saverio mostly infuriated and vexed me. He always knew the perfect thing to say to set me off-kilter, or pierce a weak point in my armor that I didn't even realize was there. He could always notice what others didn't. I doubt that I will ever know another person who will ever be so capable of so effortlessly making me angry to the degree that Count Saverio made me angry. There was grace and talent in the way he seemed to not even need to try.
I don't have anything else to write. He's dead now. He was torn in half at the waist, in front of me, and I hugged the top half of his body to myself as the world spun around me. Then the world stopped spinning, and now I must continue on with things without him. In that, he's found one last and perfect way to make me livid.
In those years of knowing him, only once did I ever see fear or dread cross his features. Only once did I ever see him surprised or awestruck. Those times were not the same incident, either. Even when he faced down death as a monstrous wolf attacked his new family in the Redreef Estate, he did not show fear. He fought for his life and nearly succeeded in besting the creature that killed him. It was not enough, but had his life not been sacrificed, a half-dozen members of my family would surely have died as well.
Count Saverio mostly infuriated and vexed me. He always knew the perfect thing to say to set me off-kilter, or pierce a weak point in my armor that I didn't even realize was there. He could always notice what others didn't. I doubt that I will ever know another person who will ever be so capable of so effortlessly making me angry to the degree that Count Saverio made me angry. There was grace and talent in the way he seemed to not even need to try.
I don't have anything else to write. He's dead now. He was torn in half at the waist, in front of me, and I hugged the top half of his body to myself as the world spun around me. Then the world stopped spinning, and now I must continue on with things without him. In that, he's found one last and perfect way to make me livid.
Written By Graziella
May 3, 2022, 3:49 p.m.(7/28/1017 AR)
"And Being, but an Ear,
And I, and Silence, some strange Race,
Wrecked, solitary, here –
And then a Plank in Reason, broke,
And I dropped down, and down –
And hit a World, at every plunge,
And Finished knowing – then –"
No, Scholar, it isn't my writing but it does speak to me... a curious poem. Such a strange sentiment, I wonder what it means?
And I, and Silence, some strange Race,
Wrecked, solitary, here –
And then a Plank in Reason, broke,
And I dropped down, and down –
And hit a World, at every plunge,
And Finished knowing – then –"
No, Scholar, it isn't my writing but it does speak to me... a curious poem. Such a strange sentiment, I wonder what it means?
Written By Harlex
May 3, 2022, 9:34 a.m.(7/28/1017 AR)
It was late and I was trying to walk back to the Estate, enjoy a smoke, listen to the city when it's quiet for a damn change. All the sudden I saw a bug-eyed lord, drunk off his ass, leap into a bush.
Causing a commotion about a wolf man. Something about 'tell my wife I'll stop going to the grotto three times a day.'
Foolishness. Flicked my smoke at him, told him to get, and he went off hollering thanks.
For folks who love their cups, some of these Lycene sure get lost in them.
Causing a commotion about a wolf man. Something about 'tell my wife I'll stop going to the grotto three times a day.'
Foolishness. Flicked my smoke at him, told him to get, and he went off hollering thanks.
For folks who love their cups, some of these Lycene sure get lost in them.
Written By Mabelle
May 3, 2022, 5:49 a.m.(7/28/1017 AR)
I'm overwhelmed by the number of artists and volunteers eagers to perform at the Patronsday Art Festival.
Can you imagine? I might actually just sit there and be pretty.
Can you imagine? I might actually just sit there and be pretty.
Written By Lenard
May 2, 2022, 11:46 p.m.(7/27/1017 AR)
Thirteen gods, four triads and one Faith. A mystery for us to explore and in each of the gods we can aspire to some virtue they hold.
Written By Sydney
May 2, 2022, 6:27 p.m.(7/27/1017 AR)
Someone told me once that loss aches less with age, time, and experience.
I reject this. Those who spew such prattle are merely referring to their ability to wall off their hearts over time, until they feel less, less, then nothing at all. A cold comfort to give to anyone who is in any stage of grief. Assurances that future losses will hurt me less does nothing for the wounds I'm living through /now/, and while it may be true for them, I doubt very much it shall be the case for me.
I don't think myself better than anyone who has this advice to give, only cut from a different cloth. I will keep my nerves exposed, and let each cut I accumulate hurt me as it deserves to hurt me. I will not close the door to my heart, and I will not allow tears to go unshed where they're deserved.
There will always be a part of me that will question if this could have been different.
From that ache comes growth.
I reject this. Those who spew such prattle are merely referring to their ability to wall off their hearts over time, until they feel less, less, then nothing at all. A cold comfort to give to anyone who is in any stage of grief. Assurances that future losses will hurt me less does nothing for the wounds I'm living through /now/, and while it may be true for them, I doubt very much it shall be the case for me.
I don't think myself better than anyone who has this advice to give, only cut from a different cloth. I will keep my nerves exposed, and let each cut I accumulate hurt me as it deserves to hurt me. I will not close the door to my heart, and I will not allow tears to go unshed where they're deserved.
There will always be a part of me that will question if this could have been different.
From that ache comes growth.
Written By Erik
May 2, 2022, 6:24 a.m.(7/26/1017 AR)
How peculiar, to find an unknown detail from the lyrics of a song. A whole underground kingdom was I did not even see referenced in other texts. Maybe there is not only sand in the Wastes but in my eyes as well.
Written By Mabelle
May 2, 2022, 4:39 a.m.(7/25/1017 AR)
There is a limit to the grieving one's heart can do without becoming permanently crippled.
Written By Raja
May 1, 2022, 10:07 p.m.(7/25/1017 AR)
So, why would I fight a giant shark? Well, that is a little bit of a story of itself. I am on a mission to create a most wonderous weapon. I am not going to reveal for who or what it is here. However, when the weapon is made, I am sure it will find great fame! Well, if I don't die in the process of collecting the parts and creating the thing.
Written By Raja
May 1, 2022, 10:06 p.m.(7/25/1017 AR)
I saw the most /giant/ of sharks! I swear it was nearly as big as the boat we sailed in on! The locals had named this creature Squall. It tore up the boat we all had sailed in on, but we survived.. and Squall is dead. No mo merchants or sailors will be devoured by this man-eating beast anymore.
Written By Dino
May 1, 2022, 10:05 p.m.(7/25/1017 AR)
Life has a funny way of playing out how you might never expect.
Well, sometimes it's funny. Other times it's illuminating or unsettling, even terrifying. It can definitely be terrifying. Yet that runs alongside some truly shining moments.
I guess I'm finding it hard to put into words (this is new for me!) the whirlwind I've experienced since my arrival in this city. My new home. What I can say is this: The people I've met so far and the things I've learned have changed the way I look at this world. I don't think I'll ever be exactly the same again!
Well, sometimes it's funny. Other times it's illuminating or unsettling, even terrifying. It can definitely be terrifying. Yet that runs alongside some truly shining moments.
I guess I'm finding it hard to put into words (this is new for me!) the whirlwind I've experienced since my arrival in this city. My new home. What I can say is this: The people I've met so far and the things I've learned have changed the way I look at this world. I don't think I'll ever be exactly the same again!
Written By Temira
May 1, 2022, 10:03 p.m.(7/25/1017 AR)
My friendship with Ilira grows as time passes and this makes me happy, I look forward to the days we have together from now on as good,and i would say as best friend
Written By Raven
May 1, 2022, 9:55 p.m.(7/25/1017 AR)
Lord Wash has hardly left my side the entire time I have been in the hospital awaiting surgery. I know that the entire Kennex household take their duties most seriously and yet I am humbled by how devoutly Lord Wash takes his role as my patron and friend. I am blessed to have many friends visit including the Archscholar who reads to me, Lore who keeps me from getting bored, and I think nearly every physician in the city.
Written By Lucita
May 1, 2022, 9:54 p.m.(7/25/1017 AR)
When I look at some of the patients in Saving Grace Hospital, I marvel at what our talented physicians and medics can accomplish and at the patients with such endurance and stamina and determination to not let some of those horrid wounds become fatal.
Written By Raymesin
May 1, 2022, 7:42 p.m.(7/25/1017 AR)
That was an interesting conversation the other night, Scholar. Thank you. It's always nice to get a bit of a chat about the gods and ponder the ramifications of fidelity and honour with regard to the changing seasons, and how what some people will see as Mangata and Petrichor breaking faith with Limerance and Gloria will be seen by most as pure bad luck.
There's never a shortage of things to be learned, and a good discussion always helps learning. And a pint or two always helps a good discussion!
There's never a shortage of things to be learned, and a good discussion always helps learning. And a pint or two always helps a good discussion!
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