Written By Elgana
March 25, 2018, 4:49 p.m.(6/5/1008 AR)
It looks like the wish of some of the people dearest to me may be coming true. I am actually looking at armor. Not just looking at it, in the market to purchase it.
I think I need to stay away from wine, it's making me easy to manipulate into doing things I'd rather avoid.
I wonder if I can get it dyed blue...
I think I need to stay away from wine, it's making me easy to manipulate into doing things I'd rather avoid.
I wonder if I can get it dyed blue...
Written By Valery
March 25, 2018, 4:27 p.m.(6/5/1008 AR)
I already mixed the new Spring tea.
I'll start selling it soon, maybe even before the event...
I'll start selling it soon, maybe even before the event...
Written By Valery
March 25, 2018, 4:26 p.m.(6/5/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
I'm having another gathering in the garden soon...
Is it a dress to take for tea to the Garden?
Is it a dress to take for tea to the Garden?
Written By Morrighan
March 25, 2018, 4:17 p.m.(6/5/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
You're welcome, and as always, your reactions are priceless. It's what makes being a seamstress worthwhile, seeing people that happy with the end result.
Written By Joscelin
March 25, 2018, 4:08 p.m.(6/5/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Morrighan
I don't know what to do. I've never been in this situation before and I know, I know I will be laughed at for how seriously vexed I am. No one will look at me with concerns that I share, but rather concerns about my sanity, and I don't care. I don't.
Morrighan has sent me a dress. A beautiful, perfect, gorgeous dress made to fit all of this that is me and my word. It's breath-taking. I can barely fathom how she made this so damn perfectly, how she's had time to work... I mean, I can't imagine how long she's been working on this.
Most everyone knows her work in the city, some even beyond it; priceless, beyond compare? Paltry descriptions for divinity-inspired awe, made in fabric and to wear! In public! This is the dress I would be buried in, offer it to the Queen of Endings as Her permanent regalia. Aureth, does She like blue? She would, after looking at this.
My problem is thus: I have -nothing- I can wear this to, soon enough. Nothing. It's sitting here and I'm worried that it will sit here unappreciated too long.
A horrible problem. Terrible.
Morrighan has sent me a dress. A beautiful, perfect, gorgeous dress made to fit all of this that is me and my word. It's breath-taking. I can barely fathom how she made this so damn perfectly, how she's had time to work... I mean, I can't imagine how long she's been working on this.
Most everyone knows her work in the city, some even beyond it; priceless, beyond compare? Paltry descriptions for divinity-inspired awe, made in fabric and to wear! In public! This is the dress I would be buried in, offer it to the Queen of Endings as Her permanent regalia. Aureth, does She like blue? She would, after looking at this.
My problem is thus: I have -nothing- I can wear this to, soon enough. Nothing. It's sitting here and I'm worried that it will sit here unappreciated too long.
A horrible problem. Terrible.
Written By Sina
March 25, 2018, 12:20 p.m.(6/5/1008 AR)
Day 4
There are some things which should not be written within the pages of the whites.
Day 5
I left my place here within the Shrine only briefly, that I might attend the vigil in the Cathedral. I return feeling once again at peace, though my heart was quite troubled before. As I near the end of my service, I do wonder about my future and what it may hold now.
Day 6
It amazes me how many people manage to smudge the mirrors with their fingerprints in a given day.
This time away from my normal duties has given me time to reflect upon my future, and where I wish to go. I feel drawn to the Faith, and cannot deny that this is where my heart lies as well. I think it is time to truly consider if my life serving House Thrax has meaning, or if I might find more fulfillment dedicating my life to the service of the Gods. I shall continue to pray on this, for my heart is torn.
Day 7
Today marks the last day of my week of service within the Shrine of the Thirteenth. I have come out the other side unscathed, and it isn't nearly as frightening here as I once thought. I have come to know Archlector Vayne, who has been a helpful guide along the way. I hope that we will have more opportunity to speak of things in the future.
As to my experience, all that I can say is that it was informative. I have learned much about myself during this time of reflection and service. I have learned to question the things that I see and hear, and I have learned that doubt is not a bad thing. It is fine to have doubts, I think. To question what one sees and what one experiences is the only way to Truth. To follow blindly is to hide within a shroud of ignorance. To take what one sees at face value is to buy into the lie. This world is full of hidden truths, and sometimes those truths are hidden within lies. It is our job, as Scholars, to see the truth behind the lies.
I think I understand, now, why it is required for aspiring Scholars to spend a week within the Shrine of the Thirteenth. But I leave that up to other aspiring Scholars to discover for themselves. For my experience may be quite different from that of others.
There are some things which should not be written within the pages of the whites.
Day 5
I left my place here within the Shrine only briefly, that I might attend the vigil in the Cathedral. I return feeling once again at peace, though my heart was quite troubled before. As I near the end of my service, I do wonder about my future and what it may hold now.
Day 6
It amazes me how many people manage to smudge the mirrors with their fingerprints in a given day.
This time away from my normal duties has given me time to reflect upon my future, and where I wish to go. I feel drawn to the Faith, and cannot deny that this is where my heart lies as well. I think it is time to truly consider if my life serving House Thrax has meaning, or if I might find more fulfillment dedicating my life to the service of the Gods. I shall continue to pray on this, for my heart is torn.
Day 7
Today marks the last day of my week of service within the Shrine of the Thirteenth. I have come out the other side unscathed, and it isn't nearly as frightening here as I once thought. I have come to know Archlector Vayne, who has been a helpful guide along the way. I hope that we will have more opportunity to speak of things in the future.
As to my experience, all that I can say is that it was informative. I have learned much about myself during this time of reflection and service. I have learned to question the things that I see and hear, and I have learned that doubt is not a bad thing. It is fine to have doubts, I think. To question what one sees and what one experiences is the only way to Truth. To follow blindly is to hide within a shroud of ignorance. To take what one sees at face value is to buy into the lie. This world is full of hidden truths, and sometimes those truths are hidden within lies. It is our job, as Scholars, to see the truth behind the lies.
I think I understand, now, why it is required for aspiring Scholars to spend a week within the Shrine of the Thirteenth. But I leave that up to other aspiring Scholars to discover for themselves. For my experience may be quite different from that of others.
Written By Kenna
March 25, 2018, 11:01 a.m.(6/5/1008 AR)
Oh dear.
Oops?
Oops?
Written By Wynna
March 25, 2018, 9:14 a.m.(6/5/1008 AR)
If one had asked me, years ago, what would compel me to break an oath, I would have had many answers. A bag of coins. A roof to stay under for a night. A shining new dagger to impress my accomplices. Few things were sacred to a girl with nothing to lose, no discipline and no future. Oaths were just another tactic to use to deceive the sentimental.
And I was good at that, I think. I am not proud, but I think I would do it again if I were in the same position, lacking the knowledge and duty I have now. The experience I have. The love I have. Without those things, it's difficult to see past the base needs of survival. In the end, I /was/ just a girl who did not know any better.
Today, to me, an oath takes on a different meaning. Different from the lies I spun to get ahead. An oath is my duty to Vellichor, to my fellow knowledge-seekers, to the Compact as a whole. An oath is my solemn word to Limerance. An oath to keep hidden the secrets those who wish them kept. Tristan taught me these things. Rinel has helped me to understand it.
So as I look upon these silent, drifting shades in the hall of the Thirteenth's, I still must feel compelled to ask the question to myself that Archlector Vayne posited. Armed with this duty, armed with my knowledge, and my need to spread it, armed with all these qualities that should make a fine scholar - what would it take to ignore all of that, as these handless, tongueless souls did?
Has my willingness to break an oath diminished over the years, or have my standards simply raised?
And I was good at that, I think. I am not proud, but I think I would do it again if I were in the same position, lacking the knowledge and duty I have now. The experience I have. The love I have. Without those things, it's difficult to see past the base needs of survival. In the end, I /was/ just a girl who did not know any better.
Today, to me, an oath takes on a different meaning. Different from the lies I spun to get ahead. An oath is my duty to Vellichor, to my fellow knowledge-seekers, to the Compact as a whole. An oath is my solemn word to Limerance. An oath to keep hidden the secrets those who wish them kept. Tristan taught me these things. Rinel has helped me to understand it.
So as I look upon these silent, drifting shades in the hall of the Thirteenth's, I still must feel compelled to ask the question to myself that Archlector Vayne posited. Armed with this duty, armed with my knowledge, and my need to spread it, armed with all these qualities that should make a fine scholar - what would it take to ignore all of that, as these handless, tongueless souls did?
Has my willingness to break an oath diminished over the years, or have my standards simply raised?
Written By Felicia
March 25, 2018, 7:08 a.m.(6/4/1008 AR)
I suck at analogies, but here it goes.
I'm not a flower, I'm a tree, and no matter how much bullshit you shovel at me, that's not going to change.
People who try to prune me into a flower or think a pissant little ring is going to keep me contained are going to get a limb dropped on their heads.
To steal words from a friend, live a life that's worth celebrating. None of us know how long we've got or where we might end up, so be damned sure about what kind of legacy you want to leave behind.
Some wounds can be forgiven, thoughtless words, thoughtless actions, we can all be guilty of them. But at the end of the day the one that owns their deeds and makes the choice to make amends holds more value than the ones who act like they're not shovelling you shit while they're digging up your roots.
There's whiskey to be drunk, and battles to fight, good friends that will have your back and if you're lucky, a few good lovers to boot, so when Mother calls you home, make sure you have a few good tales to tell Her.
I'm not a flower, I'm a tree, and no matter how much bullshit you shovel at me, that's not going to change.
People who try to prune me into a flower or think a pissant little ring is going to keep me contained are going to get a limb dropped on their heads.
To steal words from a friend, live a life that's worth celebrating. None of us know how long we've got or where we might end up, so be damned sure about what kind of legacy you want to leave behind.
Some wounds can be forgiven, thoughtless words, thoughtless actions, we can all be guilty of them. But at the end of the day the one that owns their deeds and makes the choice to make amends holds more value than the ones who act like they're not shovelling you shit while they're digging up your roots.
There's whiskey to be drunk, and battles to fight, good friends that will have your back and if you're lucky, a few good lovers to boot, so when Mother calls you home, make sure you have a few good tales to tell Her.
Written By Elgana
March 25, 2018, 3:19 a.m.(6/4/1008 AR)
A mind once made is very hard to unmake.
Written By Sophie
March 25, 2018, 2:48 a.m.(6/4/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Armel
Even now, it is bittersweet to recall my dear friend, for I feel joy in revisting fond memories, as well as the aching sorrow of loss.
I first met Sir Armel when I was of novitiate of Mercy training in Blancbier. Sir Grumpy Greaves, I called him, which amused us both because it always made him smile.
Over the years he travelled, as is the wont of a Knight of Solace, and we corresponded when possible. When we were reunited in Arx a few years ago, it was a happy occasion for the both of us, and we quickly re-settled into companionable company.
When he was named Knight Commander, I was so proud, and he was so apprehensive. It was a feeling of doubt -- even, at times, unworthiness -- that he carried when promoted to Adjutant and then Grand Master. We both took comfort that I was named the Mother Mercy of Arx around the same time he took leadership of the Silver Order, and it reinforced our feelings that we were in this together. He never hesitated to give the Mercies what they needed. In the most terrible of times, even when his numbers were spread thin, he always found a way to see we were well protected.
One of my fondest memories is both sweet and sorrowed. It was not long after he lost his eye in a gruesome battle with an occultist at the Queensrest Inn. I tracked him down to the Shrine of Gild, and we spoke of things deeply personal and of things profound that I will not detail here. Throughout the course of the conversation and a rousing game of Yum-Yum Kingdom, which is ever so popular with Oathlanders, and which I do hope exists in the future, much was shared, and he left feeling brighter and lighter than I found him.
Armel wasn't what most would call talkative. I am blessed, however, to have been his confidant over the years. He was good and brave. He lived his life with honor and with generosity. I am certain he died the same way, for what is more generous that readily and unhesitatingly sacrificing one's life?
For those in the future who might one day come across this entry, please know this: Sir Armel Godsworn was a great Knight Commander of the Silver Order of the Knights of Solace. More than that, he was a great friend and is greatly missed.
I first met Sir Armel when I was of novitiate of Mercy training in Blancbier. Sir Grumpy Greaves, I called him, which amused us both because it always made him smile.
Over the years he travelled, as is the wont of a Knight of Solace, and we corresponded when possible. When we were reunited in Arx a few years ago, it was a happy occasion for the both of us, and we quickly re-settled into companionable company.
When he was named Knight Commander, I was so proud, and he was so apprehensive. It was a feeling of doubt -- even, at times, unworthiness -- that he carried when promoted to Adjutant and then Grand Master. We both took comfort that I was named the Mother Mercy of Arx around the same time he took leadership of the Silver Order, and it reinforced our feelings that we were in this together. He never hesitated to give the Mercies what they needed. In the most terrible of times, even when his numbers were spread thin, he always found a way to see we were well protected.
One of my fondest memories is both sweet and sorrowed. It was not long after he lost his eye in a gruesome battle with an occultist at the Queensrest Inn. I tracked him down to the Shrine of Gild, and we spoke of things deeply personal and of things profound that I will not detail here. Throughout the course of the conversation and a rousing game of Yum-Yum Kingdom, which is ever so popular with Oathlanders, and which I do hope exists in the future, much was shared, and he left feeling brighter and lighter than I found him.
Armel wasn't what most would call talkative. I am blessed, however, to have been his confidant over the years. He was good and brave. He lived his life with honor and with generosity. I am certain he died the same way, for what is more generous that readily and unhesitatingly sacrificing one's life?
For those in the future who might one day come across this entry, please know this: Sir Armel Godsworn was a great Knight Commander of the Silver Order of the Knights of Solace. More than that, he was a great friend and is greatly missed.
Written By Silas
March 25, 2018, 2:31 a.m.(6/4/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Aiden
You're always welcome here, my prince.
Written By Malesh
March 25, 2018, 1:56 a.m.(6/4/1008 AR)
I am taking a tea that tastes of spoiled dirt, and I'm being basted with some oily cream that smells sour. I hate every moment, yet I am glad to have lived through the folly of battle. Braver men were not as blessed.
Written By Alessandro
March 25, 2018, 1:47 a.m.(6/4/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Margret
Genuinely good. What secrets could one such as that possibly hold?
I would like to find out.
I would like to find out.
Written By Monique
March 24, 2018, 11:49 p.m.(6/4/1008 AR)
A new book in the shop at the Gilded Page by a mystery author. A meeting of minds. A meeting of old friends.
I've started my week at the shrine of the Thirteenth. And now I have so many questions. I fear I may come away with even more.
I've started my week at the shrine of the Thirteenth. And now I have so many questions. I fear I may come away with even more.
Written By Veronica
March 24, 2018, 11:35 p.m.(6/4/1008 AR)
Although I did not take part in the battles of Stormwall or Setarco, my time spent on the roads was not entirely unfruitful.
We scattered and captured several bands of Shav bandits during the Gyre crisis, and it appears many were driven to desperation by starvation in their villages. I am curious whether this food shortage is a result of our war preparations, or is it manufactured by this slippery bastard who calls himself 'Heir'?
Whoever and wherever he is, I will find him and bring him to justice. I don't think he understands how effective my answer to all impediments is.
We scattered and captured several bands of Shav bandits during the Gyre crisis, and it appears many were driven to desperation by starvation in their villages. I am curious whether this food shortage is a result of our war preparations, or is it manufactured by this slippery bastard who calls himself 'Heir'?
Whoever and wherever he is, I will find him and bring him to justice. I don't think he understands how effective my answer to all impediments is.
Written By Thena
March 24, 2018, 10:52 p.m.(6/4/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Armel
The service for Grandmaster Armel went well, I think. I learned some things about him from those that spoke, and I hope those who came that didn't know him went away feeling like they did, at least a little bit.
I can't give enough thanks to the Duke and Duchess Pravus, who allowed me to raid their collection of Setarcan vintages for the event (wines the Grandmaster favored, I'm told) and Master Venturo Thayne for providing the whiskey and ale.
Walk in the Light, Grandmaster Armel Godsworn. We miss you.
I can't give enough thanks to the Duke and Duchess Pravus, who allowed me to raid their collection of Setarcan vintages for the event (wines the Grandmaster favored, I'm told) and Master Venturo Thayne for providing the whiskey and ale.
Walk in the Light, Grandmaster Armel Godsworn. We miss you.
Written By Roxana
March 24, 2018, 10:41 p.m.(6/4/1008 AR)
I spent a few hours at the Ambassador's today and enjoyed the company a good deal. It was at the very least a fine distraction from less pleasant considerations and thus appreciated.
I do hope to spend more time with Princess Sabella soon, for I find that I like her very much.
That handsome knight might be worth looking up too. One never knows.
I do hope to spend more time with Princess Sabella soon, for I find that I like her very much.
That handsome knight might be worth looking up too. One never knows.
Written By Isidora
March 24, 2018, 10:14 p.m.(6/4/1008 AR)
I walked the trails of the forest and collected wild herbs.
I will use them for healing in poultices, salves, and teas.
The evening spring air is thought provoking and soothing.
It is moments like this where my mind is captivated by a dark figure.
It is most unwelcoming.
I will use them for healing in poultices, salves, and teas.
The evening spring air is thought provoking and soothing.
It is moments like this where my mind is captivated by a dark figure.
It is most unwelcoming.
Written By Sabella
March 24, 2018, 10:10 p.m.(6/4/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Niklas
Watch the hands! You're no good to me if you can't write!
Also I hope you feel better all around.
But watch the hands!
Also I hope you feel better all around.
But watch the hands!
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