Written By Agatha
March 6, 2018, 11:49 a.m.(4/23/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Theron
They can be funny, though! HAH!
I know lots of people that are both. Or think they're one and not the other.
*Scholar, are you sure that they're is right? But ... no, I'm not going to thump your shoulder ... fine, fine, I will try not to come back until tomorrow.
I know lots of people that are both. Or think they're one and not the other.
*Scholar, are you sure that they're is right? But ... no, I'm not going to thump your shoulder ... fine, fine, I will try not to come back until tomorrow.
Written By Theron
March 6, 2018, 11:47 a.m.(4/23/1008 AR)
Smugness and bravado are not worthy replacements for competence and skill.
Written By Sameera
March 6, 2018, 11:36 a.m.(4/23/1008 AR)
Suppose I should do a will.
Coldrain Crafts: to Zalika.
Coldrain Hall: Torstein. He has too, after all, take over when I die. If he wants to out stubborn me, he can lead the family when I am dead.
neodymium necklace with a black sapphire horse pendant: Back to the Prince of Maelstrom or his spawn child. Whichever is still alive.
a little pewter chain anklet with rose, feather, and butterfly charms: Difficult Guildmaster Joscelin.
a smooth white gold torc bracelet set with two opal butterflies: Marquessa Ariel Stonewood. Only fitting she gets it back since she gave it to me.
a silver and black leather braided wedding bracelet with a blue epiphanite: Princess Donella Redrain. The only female I would consider sleeping with, even with my lack of interest in women in that way.
five-petaled pewter flower earrings with a large smooth green chrysoprase teardrop: Princess Katarina Valardin. THey were a gift from Difficult Guildmaster Joscelin and only fitting to go to someone who is a constant in my world.
Butterfly Effect, my hammer: Princess Ann Redrain
My set of armor: Duke Harald Grimhall. Anything else he would probably just burn or something. At least my armor can be used for materials or given to some female who he finds useful to his goals.
Saltwater Rose, an intriguing scent of contrasts: Countess Titania Fireviper. she has helped on many a things and is less annoying than most.
My umbra worm poop (silk) outfit: It was a gift to me. I give it to Difficult King. You're not allowed to give it to anyone, including your wife. We have already established that when I mean you, I don't mean someone around you. I may have decided on the dress, slippers, and gloves as retaliation for the painting.
Goods to be smoked: I have a ton of cigars and cigarillos. THey are to be split between Baron Edward Stormbreak and Prince Galen THrax.
Outfit not Back with accents of black: Princess Fartima Thrax. She adds color to my world so she should have my only colorful thing.
Everything else can be done whatever with. I care little for it. Burn it all, for all I care.
Coldrain Crafts: to Zalika.
Coldrain Hall: Torstein. He has too, after all, take over when I die. If he wants to out stubborn me, he can lead the family when I am dead.
neodymium necklace with a black sapphire horse pendant: Back to the Prince of Maelstrom or his spawn child. Whichever is still alive.
a little pewter chain anklet with rose, feather, and butterfly charms: Difficult Guildmaster Joscelin.
a smooth white gold torc bracelet set with two opal butterflies: Marquessa Ariel Stonewood. Only fitting she gets it back since she gave it to me.
a silver and black leather braided wedding bracelet with a blue epiphanite: Princess Donella Redrain. The only female I would consider sleeping with, even with my lack of interest in women in that way.
five-petaled pewter flower earrings with a large smooth green chrysoprase teardrop: Princess Katarina Valardin. THey were a gift from Difficult Guildmaster Joscelin and only fitting to go to someone who is a constant in my world.
Butterfly Effect, my hammer: Princess Ann Redrain
My set of armor: Duke Harald Grimhall. Anything else he would probably just burn or something. At least my armor can be used for materials or given to some female who he finds useful to his goals.
Saltwater Rose, an intriguing scent of contrasts: Countess Titania Fireviper. she has helped on many a things and is less annoying than most.
My umbra worm poop (silk) outfit: It was a gift to me. I give it to Difficult King. You're not allowed to give it to anyone, including your wife. We have already established that when I mean you, I don't mean someone around you. I may have decided on the dress, slippers, and gloves as retaliation for the painting.
Goods to be smoked: I have a ton of cigars and cigarillos. THey are to be split between Baron Edward Stormbreak and Prince Galen THrax.
Outfit not Back with accents of black: Princess Fartima Thrax. She adds color to my world so she should have my only colorful thing.
Everything else can be done whatever with. I care little for it. Burn it all, for all I care.
Written By Caspian
March 6, 2018, 10:39 a.m.(4/23/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Cadenza
Please stay safe in this upcoming battle. I love you so much, it would devastate me if something were to happen to you. My life has been so great lately, with my freedom, my success, my love for you, I feel like I might be due for a tragedy. I will do my best to come home to you.
Written By Caspian
March 6, 2018, 10:34 a.m.(4/23/1008 AR)
In the event of my death in the coming battle, I request that if my body if recovered be burned in a pyre on the beach. If my body can not be recovered then burn an effigy of me. But not just burned, mind you. I want my funeral to be a party. Drinking, music, food, if you can find two people to duel each other even better. All my possessions are too go to Cadenza to do with as she sees fit.
Written By Aureth
March 6, 2018, 9:37 a.m.(4/23/1008 AR)
I was concerned that I might have to rescind Orathy's prize for being the stupidest man in the city and award it to Count Amadeo. It was a close call, but happily, Orathy has made efforts to pull ahead again in the stretch and we can all rest easy and leave matters as they are.
Written By Audric
March 6, 2018, 9:13 a.m.(4/23/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Orathy
Everyone knows I'm one of the richest men in the Compact, even before I was a Baron. It's somewhere easily accessible. Come and get it. If you manage it, I won't even make fun of you for being so terminally boring and predictable. Until then, though, extra exclamation points doesn't make you more entertaining. It just makes it seem like you're trying too hard. You are, by the way.
Written By Cadenza
March 6, 2018, 8:21 a.m.(4/23/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Derovai
You are correct in the fact that you have a sharp tongue. Perhaps I can talk to you about some of the jokes....but only some of them.
Written By Thena
March 6, 2018, 7:39 a.m.(4/23/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
I think Grayhopes must be known for that quality.
I will be careful. If it helps, I'm a lot better with a blade than Aureth.
I will be careful. If it helps, I'm a lot better with a blade than Aureth.
Written By Derovai
March 6, 2018, 2:10 a.m.(4/22/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Cadenza
"Who else will I get to make all these horrible jokes with?"
It's like we've never even met. I mean, I understand I don't compare to Caspian's dueling prowess, but if nothing else, you can give me credit for a sharp tongue -- my particular blade of choice.
It's like we've never even met. I mean, I understand I don't compare to Caspian's dueling prowess, but if nothing else, you can give me credit for a sharp tongue -- my particular blade of choice.
Written By Elgana
March 6, 2018, 1:16 a.m.(4/22/1008 AR)
I keep meeting so many who ask if I like to read. Why doesn't anyone ask me if I like dresses instead?
I don't like dresses. I love them.
*the entry goes on for some time about different fabrics, cuts, and styles*
I don't like dresses. I love them.
*the entry goes on for some time about different fabrics, cuts, and styles*
Written By Victus
March 6, 2018, 1:04 a.m.(4/22/1008 AR)
Astrid -
Hey daughter, it's me. Your father. You probably don't remember anything about me yet, 'cause you can't talk and you've put enough shit in your mouth that I'm sure you might've already poisoned yourself a bit. That's okay though. I'm gonna start writing you these notes to find when you're old enough to read and not eat everything in sight.
Anyway, the point of this is that I was raised like shit and you ain't gonna turn out that way. I'm making sure of it by sharing little pieces of my experience before I'm too old to still be pretty, too busy trying to control my aging and failing bladder, or outright dead to pass it on to the High Lady of the Maelstrom. I had this person in my life named Donrai. Donrai was a big ol' shithead he was. He was my uncle but he took me under his wing like he was my new daddy and he was one awful father.
My friend and your honorary auntie Margot puts it best when she said he'd wanted tools, not family. That's right on the money for a descriptor and I was one of them. But he didn't really -just- raise us to be tools, he also wanted to make sure we carried little pieces of his influence into our adult lives. See what he did first was sow these little seeds of hate and he made sure they were planted well and deep into our minds. Those seeds took root and made more hate, more anger, more fear of everything that wasn't /us/. Soon enough we were starting to produce it ourselves on the regular.
Anger and hate is what made us strong, but it wasn't what kept us strong. You see, emotions are kinda like tools, but sometimes they ain't the tool you hold in your hand and control. They're something you can direct but not something you can easily predict that they'll do exactly what you want them to. Hate has made me hold onto grudges and prejudices that pushed a lot of good people away. Anger has made me break shit dear to me and ruin the chances of repairing what was lost. It's also helped me survive when against the unfathomable, and been the strength behind my arm when I swung against our enemies. It felt good and that's what makes it so hard to try and ignore. Gratification is hard to come by in this world. But when you hold onto hate, you're also paying for it to stay with you.
Something to realize about a lot of that sort of negativity is that for it to work properly, it needs something from you too. Payment for its services. Hatred, anger, jealousy, they all go hand in hand. Feeding them requires that you give them something that you take from others. You forget to see the good in people, you see them as the obstacle to what you want. You hate them, so you take from them. You're angry at someone for whatever reason, you take from their accomplishments and their potential to either shut yourself away from their light or you fuck with them. You take from them again. Jealousy makes you forget the things you already have and only desire more. You take from everyone to make sure you always have more.
By this point, you've yet to realize that these greedy emotions aren't just taking what you're giving them. They're taking away pieces of yourself too. Your self control, your pride, your compassion, your humanity. These are all the things they want to and you'll be none the wiser that you're signing them away. You won't notice because you're already driven to take infinite things out of a finite world. They've already sunk in their claws and gotten what they really wanted, your entire life hanging on a pair of puppet strings.
You see, we're only mortal people. To fuck up is part of our nature. The concept of fairness just ain't gonna work all the time and one day life is gonna fuck you up in some way. It ain't gonna apologize, it's just gonna fuck you and not even bother to wine and dine you first. It's just the way of things. Hell you could have the perfect life and one day, some nagging little shadowy thoughts will just start whispering into your ear. And they ain't gonna go away easy.
When this happens, you'll have a wound that needs to heal. But the wound hurts. You want it gone /now/, yeah? Stop the pain and stem the bleeding as soon as possible. That's when those manipulative little thoughts creep forward. They'll stop the pain right this second, they just need a little up-front commitment first. A little space in your mind, body and soul to tear open a wound of their own. Their 'cure' is cutting out the work and reflection that comes from falling down and getting back up.
What I'm trying to say is that while these things will all come to you eventually, you need to let them know that you are always gonna be yourself. This is your house. They stay as long as you let them. To continue to depend on them for accomplishments and strength in your life is to sign yourself to being consumed. The brighter your light burns the larger the shadows it'll cast, but it all becomes ash eventually. Make sure you're living this life on your terms. Always.
What I've come to learn is that while it'll take longer and be a hell of a lot more work, to temper yourself with things you care about is to truly find your strength. When you fight for your hatred, you fight to be the aggressor. To take. When you fight for what you care about, you fight to be the protector. To preserve.
The things you care about, that you love, those never go away. Those are the things that stay with you forever. When you think about them you get all those warm and really fucking sappy kinda feelings. Like when the clouds part and little rays of sunshine light up the world. No matter who or what it is, a good memory will always be your friend. It will ask nothing in return. Merely be there when you need it.
The difference between hatred and love is just that. Nothing will ever be enough for hatred, so it always desires more. Love is to simply find your roots with what is and what will be. Love might drive you to do the craziest fucking things you could ever dream of, but it ain't doing it because it wants more. It's doing it because it cares about protecting what's actually worthwhile, instead of putting price tags on everything it doesn't have.
When you become the immovable object, the shield instead of the crashing, angry tide, you are strong. You do not fall. And when people look at you, they know you're standing for a damn good reason because AIN'T SHIT gonna move you from that spot.
Your mother really likes telling the story of how you were born (and it is a pretty good story, let's be fair). That's the day I stood on the deck of a ship in a raging storm, while a huge beast tried to take you all away from me. I was angry, definitely. But anger didn't drive me to cleave that fucker's tentacle in two. It was trying to eat my fucking beautiful wife, my fucking beautiful new baby girl, on my own fucking ship of all things. Three things I have cared for more than anything and anyone else while I was staring it down with a sword in my hand. And all it could bring with it was an angry storm and a bunch of hateful beasts to slam up into our vessel.
You know who won that fight? You're still alive, so you tell me.
Astrid, you're gonna grow up having an awful lot more than most anyone ever will see in a lifetime. So for the love of the Gods girl, learn to love what you got on hand before you ever find a reason to hate one goddamn thing. So say your prayers to the Gods, say 'please' and 'thank you' and don't take no shit whenever you can help it.
I'm off to sea soon. Try not to throw up on your mother while I'm gone, because it's my money that goes to replacing those fancy dresses of her's. When you can comprehend money you'll understand why that's a big deal.
Signing off, 'till next time child.
Hey daughter, it's me. Your father. You probably don't remember anything about me yet, 'cause you can't talk and you've put enough shit in your mouth that I'm sure you might've already poisoned yourself a bit. That's okay though. I'm gonna start writing you these notes to find when you're old enough to read and not eat everything in sight.
Anyway, the point of this is that I was raised like shit and you ain't gonna turn out that way. I'm making sure of it by sharing little pieces of my experience before I'm too old to still be pretty, too busy trying to control my aging and failing bladder, or outright dead to pass it on to the High Lady of the Maelstrom. I had this person in my life named Donrai. Donrai was a big ol' shithead he was. He was my uncle but he took me under his wing like he was my new daddy and he was one awful father.
My friend and your honorary auntie Margot puts it best when she said he'd wanted tools, not family. That's right on the money for a descriptor and I was one of them. But he didn't really -just- raise us to be tools, he also wanted to make sure we carried little pieces of his influence into our adult lives. See what he did first was sow these little seeds of hate and he made sure they were planted well and deep into our minds. Those seeds took root and made more hate, more anger, more fear of everything that wasn't /us/. Soon enough we were starting to produce it ourselves on the regular.
Anger and hate is what made us strong, but it wasn't what kept us strong. You see, emotions are kinda like tools, but sometimes they ain't the tool you hold in your hand and control. They're something you can direct but not something you can easily predict that they'll do exactly what you want them to. Hate has made me hold onto grudges and prejudices that pushed a lot of good people away. Anger has made me break shit dear to me and ruin the chances of repairing what was lost. It's also helped me survive when against the unfathomable, and been the strength behind my arm when I swung against our enemies. It felt good and that's what makes it so hard to try and ignore. Gratification is hard to come by in this world. But when you hold onto hate, you're also paying for it to stay with you.
Something to realize about a lot of that sort of negativity is that for it to work properly, it needs something from you too. Payment for its services. Hatred, anger, jealousy, they all go hand in hand. Feeding them requires that you give them something that you take from others. You forget to see the good in people, you see them as the obstacle to what you want. You hate them, so you take from them. You're angry at someone for whatever reason, you take from their accomplishments and their potential to either shut yourself away from their light or you fuck with them. You take from them again. Jealousy makes you forget the things you already have and only desire more. You take from everyone to make sure you always have more.
By this point, you've yet to realize that these greedy emotions aren't just taking what you're giving them. They're taking away pieces of yourself too. Your self control, your pride, your compassion, your humanity. These are all the things they want to and you'll be none the wiser that you're signing them away. You won't notice because you're already driven to take infinite things out of a finite world. They've already sunk in their claws and gotten what they really wanted, your entire life hanging on a pair of puppet strings.
You see, we're only mortal people. To fuck up is part of our nature. The concept of fairness just ain't gonna work all the time and one day life is gonna fuck you up in some way. It ain't gonna apologize, it's just gonna fuck you and not even bother to wine and dine you first. It's just the way of things. Hell you could have the perfect life and one day, some nagging little shadowy thoughts will just start whispering into your ear. And they ain't gonna go away easy.
When this happens, you'll have a wound that needs to heal. But the wound hurts. You want it gone /now/, yeah? Stop the pain and stem the bleeding as soon as possible. That's when those manipulative little thoughts creep forward. They'll stop the pain right this second, they just need a little up-front commitment first. A little space in your mind, body and soul to tear open a wound of their own. Their 'cure' is cutting out the work and reflection that comes from falling down and getting back up.
What I'm trying to say is that while these things will all come to you eventually, you need to let them know that you are always gonna be yourself. This is your house. They stay as long as you let them. To continue to depend on them for accomplishments and strength in your life is to sign yourself to being consumed. The brighter your light burns the larger the shadows it'll cast, but it all becomes ash eventually. Make sure you're living this life on your terms. Always.
What I've come to learn is that while it'll take longer and be a hell of a lot more work, to temper yourself with things you care about is to truly find your strength. When you fight for your hatred, you fight to be the aggressor. To take. When you fight for what you care about, you fight to be the protector. To preserve.
The things you care about, that you love, those never go away. Those are the things that stay with you forever. When you think about them you get all those warm and really fucking sappy kinda feelings. Like when the clouds part and little rays of sunshine light up the world. No matter who or what it is, a good memory will always be your friend. It will ask nothing in return. Merely be there when you need it.
The difference between hatred and love is just that. Nothing will ever be enough for hatred, so it always desires more. Love is to simply find your roots with what is and what will be. Love might drive you to do the craziest fucking things you could ever dream of, but it ain't doing it because it wants more. It's doing it because it cares about protecting what's actually worthwhile, instead of putting price tags on everything it doesn't have.
When you become the immovable object, the shield instead of the crashing, angry tide, you are strong. You do not fall. And when people look at you, they know you're standing for a damn good reason because AIN'T SHIT gonna move you from that spot.
Your mother really likes telling the story of how you were born (and it is a pretty good story, let's be fair). That's the day I stood on the deck of a ship in a raging storm, while a huge beast tried to take you all away from me. I was angry, definitely. But anger didn't drive me to cleave that fucker's tentacle in two. It was trying to eat my fucking beautiful wife, my fucking beautiful new baby girl, on my own fucking ship of all things. Three things I have cared for more than anything and anyone else while I was staring it down with a sword in my hand. And all it could bring with it was an angry storm and a bunch of hateful beasts to slam up into our vessel.
You know who won that fight? You're still alive, so you tell me.
Astrid, you're gonna grow up having an awful lot more than most anyone ever will see in a lifetime. So for the love of the Gods girl, learn to love what you got on hand before you ever find a reason to hate one goddamn thing. So say your prayers to the Gods, say 'please' and 'thank you' and don't take no shit whenever you can help it.
I'm off to sea soon. Try not to throw up on your mother while I'm gone, because it's my money that goes to replacing those fancy dresses of her's. When you can comprehend money you'll understand why that's a big deal.
Signing off, 'till next time child.
Written By Orathy
March 6, 2018, 12:29 a.m.(4/22/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Mirari
You liked it.
Written By Joscelin
March 6, 2018, 12:28 a.m.(4/22/1008 AR)
All of my ingots, gems, and jewelry is buried somewhere in the city, right next to the cure for disrespect and stubbornness. I fully expect it to be there when I return.
I'll give you a clue: it's beneath the largest pile of literal shit you can imagine, so get to digging.
I'll give you a clue: it's beneath the largest pile of literal shit you can imagine, so get to digging.
Written By Mirari
March 6, 2018, 12:27 a.m.(4/22/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Orathy
Who let Orathy Culler out of his cage?
Written By Orathy
March 6, 2018, 12:25 a.m.(4/22/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Talen
Reckon ya know what is rich?
A commoner turned Prince telling a commoner turned Count what to do, over a Prince turned commoner!!!!!
FUCKING HAH.
A commoner turned Prince telling a commoner turned Count what to do, over a Prince turned commoner!!!!!
FUCKING HAH.
Written By Orathy
March 6, 2018, 12:17 a.m.(4/22/1008 AR)
OOOO AYYYYE, do LIST all yer valuables!!!
Written By Fortunato
March 5, 2018, 11:41 p.m.(4/22/1008 AR)
I can hardly distinguish what I own with enough care to leave it to anyone. My fractious family can decide.
With the caveat that if they can find another man of about my size, they really ought to do him the favor of giving him my clothes. It's a hard road for short folk.
With the caveat that if they can find another man of about my size, they really ought to do him the favor of giving him my clothes. It's a hard road for short folk.
Written By Calaudrin
March 5, 2018, 11:36 p.m.(4/22/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Orazio
I won't be leaving, I'll be staying in the city.
But I could still fall down! There's a lot of stairs in Arx.
I greatly appreciate your friendship and commitment to helping see my final wishes fulfilled.
But I could still fall down! There's a lot of stairs in Arx.
I greatly appreciate your friendship and commitment to helping see my final wishes fulfilled.
Written By Monique
March 5, 2018, 11:26 p.m.(4/22/1008 AR)
Bury it with me. All of it.
Please note that the scholars may take some time preparing your journal for others to read.