Written By Aureth
Dec. 20, 2017, 11:44 p.m.(10/22/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Zhayla
When I met you, I met a woman with a true hero's heart.
Your soul is in the Queen's arms now, and I know she could not be prouder than I am of what you made of its brief span in this life.
This world will see that great hearted soul again. I am sure of it.
I am so sorry you are gone. I am so furious that you are gone.
I am saving the rest for words at your funeral. It will be my greatest.
Goodbye, kiddo. You really were our family.
Your soul is in the Queen's arms now, and I know she could not be prouder than I am of what you made of its brief span in this life.
This world will see that great hearted soul again. I am sure of it.
I am so sorry you are gone. I am so furious that you are gone.
I am saving the rest for words at your funeral. It will be my greatest.
Goodbye, kiddo. You really were our family.
Written By Aureth
Dec. 19, 2017, 6:04 p.m.(10/20/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Magpie
I love you.
But please don't write a book about it.
But please don't write a book about it.
Written By Aureth
Dec. 19, 2017, 11:27 a.m.(10/19/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Magpie
I was just thinking that he missed his calling in life and should write romance.
Written By Aureth
Dec. 11, 2017, 10:24 p.m.(10/4/1007 AR)
The thing about extensive training in etiquette is that it is not actually extensive training in giving a fuck about other people.
Written By Aureth
Dec. 8, 2017, 11:09 a.m.(9/24/1007 AR)
What's most aggravating I think is this idea that you're supposed to be complimented by some idiot who cannot control himself. I was so overwhelmed by your beautiful ass that I just really needed to try and take your pants off!
Honestly it's like there's no courtesy or subtlety in this day and age. My ass is pretty okay but it is not, in itself, an invitation. Put a little effort into it. I'm not unseducible for a man or woman who knows how to ask.
Am I to understand from reading the public discourse that some poor fool was crass enough to attempt this with a Whisper?
In short, yikes.
Honestly it's like there's no courtesy or subtlety in this day and age. My ass is pretty okay but it is not, in itself, an invitation. Put a little effort into it. I'm not unseducible for a man or woman who knows how to ask.
Am I to understand from reading the public discourse that some poor fool was crass enough to attempt this with a Whisper?
In short, yikes.
Written By Aureth
Dec. 1, 2017, 2:57 p.m.(9/10/1007 AR)
Every new beginning is a new hope, waking with the dawn.
I know that there are those who doubt the love of the gods, and I forgive them their doubt -- of course I do -- but I cannot share it. I have no doubts. Not about that.
The love of Death is as certain as the morning and the evening, one after the other, as sure as the Wheel. I know it to be true, and I can only say thank you.
I know that there are those who doubt the love of the gods, and I forgive them their doubt -- of course I do -- but I cannot share it. I have no doubts. Not about that.
The love of Death is as certain as the morning and the evening, one after the other, as sure as the Wheel. I know it to be true, and I can only say thank you.
Written By Aureth
Nov. 25, 2017, 6:18 p.m.(8/26/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Aleksei
I think it's using your abs that is cheating, really. They are pretty unfair.
Written By Aureth
Nov. 24, 2017, 3:25 p.m.(8/24/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Aislin
I'm pretty sure that's Death's call.
Written By Aureth
Nov. 14, 2017, 1:43 p.m.(8/2/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Thena
Don't let the Mother Mercy fool you. Thena's totally an asshole. Just like the rest of us.
Written By Aureth
Nov. 11, 2017, 12:29 a.m.(7/23/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
I, for one, am very relieved that you've returned. It's a drearier city without you, with fewer curse words.
Written By Aureth
Nov. 5, 2017, 12:32 p.m.(7/12/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Caras
Actually, Aleksei retracted his challenge like a good boy, because you are now beneath him in rank, and a good superior doesn't punch down. Punching down dishonors Limerance.
I will write nothing further on this topic for the same reason.
I will write nothing further on this topic for the same reason.
Written By Aureth
Oct. 25, 2017, 11:33 a.m.(6/18/1007 AR)
I want to thank all of the Faithful who have been willing to open their hearts and minds and listen to new ideas — or very old ones, once forgotten. The Shrine of the Queen of Endings welcomes you all, as once Her hands brought you to life, and will one day return you to Her.
I also want to publicly acknowledge the labor of Her disciples, the Harlequins. They stand ready and able to assist with any of your needs related to our Shrine and our ministry. If you have questions for me or any of them, please ask.
The Harlequins study to assist as midwives in welcoming new souls into the world. And because as all things must end so that they may begin anew, they are also available to be on hand to assist families dealing with loss, at the end of life. The Shrine stands ready to assist with funeral rites, but the Harlequins are also ready to help you with remains, and ensuring that they are tended with care and respect. Please don't be afraid to ask for help as you and your family face your losses together. We know that dying is a necessary part of living, but we understand that doesn't make it easier, and we are here to reach out.
Copies of our doctrine are available at the Shrine of the Queen of Endings in the prayer basket if you want more information about Death and about our ministry.
I also want to publicly acknowledge the labor of Her disciples, the Harlequins. They stand ready and able to assist with any of your needs related to our Shrine and our ministry. If you have questions for me or any of them, please ask.
The Harlequins study to assist as midwives in welcoming new souls into the world. And because as all things must end so that they may begin anew, they are also available to be on hand to assist families dealing with loss, at the end of life. The Shrine stands ready to assist with funeral rites, but the Harlequins are also ready to help you with remains, and ensuring that they are tended with care and respect. Please don't be afraid to ask for help as you and your family face your losses together. We know that dying is a necessary part of living, but we understand that doesn't make it easier, and we are here to reach out.
Copies of our doctrine are available at the Shrine of the Queen of Endings in the prayer basket if you want more information about Death and about our ministry.
Written By Aureth
Oct. 20, 2017, 1:22 a.m.(6/7/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Rymarr
I hope someone has warned the Marquesa that her husband's plan is to be dead by 40.
Whippersnappers, all of you.
What the hell is a clapback?
Whippersnappers, all of you.
What the hell is a clapback?
Written By Aureth
Oct. 19, 2017, 11:43 p.m.(6/7/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Aleksei
His birthday is coming up, you know. He might even be able to see thirty on the distant, distant horizon.
Written By Aureth
Oct. 19, 2017, 12:23 a.m.(6/5/1007 AR)
I will preface this writing by saying that Orazio is a better priest than I, and one I learn from, admire and respect, and that when he calls for compassion in correction in judgment, it's entirely possible that there is a reason that some people still call him the Heart of Solace.
But what I have to say is this:
If you truly desire to learn from a mistake, it must first be recognized.
How do you quantify a mistake, then, a transgression that need be learned from?
Skald granted us the freedom to choose our paths, and with that freedom comes the ability to choose wrongly. Yet even from wrong footing there are many paths that one can take. One can continue down the wrong path, determinedly and despite all logic, clinging to the certainty that one cannot possibly have been wrong.
It is easy to do. It may even be the easiest thing to do. But it is by the grace of Lagoma that we may choose again, and change; that if we identify that mistake, we may embrace it, recognize it, do something else, become something else. We do not have to continue to be wrong.
But in the face of the determination to continue to be wrong, it is very, very easy to grow afire with rage. I can think of little more maddening than the insistence of a person, in the face of all evidence to the contrary, that they are right, when they are quantifiably not.
It is the lesson of the Thirteenth, for me at least, to examine myself: to recall that I am that person, that I am the one who believes myself to be right, and will not unstick myself from that position for love nor money. The difference being, I tell myself, I know myself to be right.
To any who read this, and know themselves to be right, remember the lesson of the Thirteenth, remember the gift of Skald, remember the grace of Lagoma.
Rule one is this: remember that because we can choose, we can choose wrongly. Rule two is this: Remember that although we can choose wrongly, we can choose again, and change. And rule three is this: remember that if you believe yourself to be right, always, ... you should remember rule one.
But what I have to say is this:
If you truly desire to learn from a mistake, it must first be recognized.
How do you quantify a mistake, then, a transgression that need be learned from?
Skald granted us the freedom to choose our paths, and with that freedom comes the ability to choose wrongly. Yet even from wrong footing there are many paths that one can take. One can continue down the wrong path, determinedly and despite all logic, clinging to the certainty that one cannot possibly have been wrong.
It is easy to do. It may even be the easiest thing to do. But it is by the grace of Lagoma that we may choose again, and change; that if we identify that mistake, we may embrace it, recognize it, do something else, become something else. We do not have to continue to be wrong.
But in the face of the determination to continue to be wrong, it is very, very easy to grow afire with rage. I can think of little more maddening than the insistence of a person, in the face of all evidence to the contrary, that they are right, when they are quantifiably not.
It is the lesson of the Thirteenth, for me at least, to examine myself: to recall that I am that person, that I am the one who believes myself to be right, and will not unstick myself from that position for love nor money. The difference being, I tell myself, I know myself to be right.
To any who read this, and know themselves to be right, remember the lesson of the Thirteenth, remember the gift of Skald, remember the grace of Lagoma.
Rule one is this: remember that because we can choose, we can choose wrongly. Rule two is this: Remember that although we can choose wrongly, we can choose again, and change. And rule three is this: remember that if you believe yourself to be right, always, ... you should remember rule one.
Written By Aureth
Oct. 18, 2017, 7:16 p.m.(6/4/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Myrinda
For old times' sake.
Written By Aureth
Oct. 18, 2017, 7:14 p.m.(6/4/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Arianna
And if the brattiest moron in the city didn't read my pages, she would never be troubled by my judgment of her character.
Yet still, here it is. In public view. For everyone to see. Because that's what the Archive does.
Next?
Yet still, here it is. In public view. For everyone to see. Because that's what the Archive does.
Next?
Written By Aureth
Oct. 18, 2017, 6:33 p.m.(6/4/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Arianna
When you publish your insulting flippancy in the White Journal for all to read, you subject yourself to the reactions of not only the person with whom you have your idiotic 'private joke', but to every citizen of this city in the reading public who happens to view them.
Perhaps if you'd like to engage in 'private jokes' with other citizens of Arx, you can do so in private and not subject the rest of us to the putrescent dribblings that apparently constitute your sense of humor.
Here's a professional tip from me to you, from one person who gives money in large quantity to the Lower Boroughs to another:
If you have to tell everyone how selfless and compassionate and kind your service is and demand recognition for it, it is neither selfless nor compassionate nor kind.
Twit.
Perhaps if you'd like to engage in 'private jokes' with other citizens of Arx, you can do so in private and not subject the rest of us to the putrescent dribblings that apparently constitute your sense of humor.
Here's a professional tip from me to you, from one person who gives money in large quantity to the Lower Boroughs to another:
If you have to tell everyone how selfless and compassionate and kind your service is and demand recognition for it, it is neither selfless nor compassionate nor kind.
Twit.
Written By Aureth
Oct. 18, 2017, 6 p.m.(6/4/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Arianna
I really feel for Lady Stonewood. It must be difficult to function in life, weighted down as she is by the burden of extreme stupidity.
Written By Aureth
Oct. 11, 2017, 5:55 p.m.(5/18/1007 AR)
Imagine a world in monochrome, shadow cloaked in stillness and ice. The breath is cold enough to burn in your throat, to freeze your skin, but it's not the cold that you feel, not really. Because it's not the cold of winter, not the simple frigidity of the north. It might appear so on a map, with a compass. The trees are icicles, the stones slick with frozen salt, the wind an endless batter at your senses, whistling through the quiet.
It's the cold of loss. Of absence. Forgotten but not forgotten. Gone but not gone.
Sadness so old that it has sunk deep into the bones of the place, beneath ice and stone and earth, and it surrounds you, and shudders through you in the air.
Imagine the first touch of warmth on your skin, then, when you have been shivering in the stillness. There's nothing like it. Nothing in the world.
My memories seem fuzzy, somehow -- not of the miserable sailing, mind -- but at the same time, I'll never forget it.
It's the cold of loss. Of absence. Forgotten but not forgotten. Gone but not gone.
Sadness so old that it has sunk deep into the bones of the place, beneath ice and stone and earth, and it surrounds you, and shudders through you in the air.
Imagine the first touch of warmth on your skin, then, when you have been shivering in the stillness. There's nothing like it. Nothing in the world.
My memories seem fuzzy, somehow -- not of the miserable sailing, mind -- but at the same time, I'll never forget it.
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