Written By Elgana
March 4, 2018, 3:37 p.m.(4/19/1008 AR)
Now, if only I could get her to put her weapon down for a moment and come talk with me! There is so much to catch up about and I am impatient to do it.
But she has a duty and I will never come between her and that.
Written By Eleyna
March 4, 2018, 2:11 p.m.(4/19/1008 AR)
Written By Duarte
March 4, 2018, 2 p.m.(4/19/1008 AR)
Written By Cadenza
March 4, 2018, 1:59 p.m.(4/19/1008 AR)
Onward to victory!
Written By Cadenza
March 4, 2018, 1:55 p.m.(4/19/1008 AR)
Written By Halsim
March 4, 2018, 1:40 p.m.(4/19/1008 AR)
The north and south taking the fleets head on, I did expect. I'm expecting creatures we haven't seen before in this war.
For myself... if you want Arx to be protected, I'm open to help.
Written By Orathy
March 4, 2018, 1:29 p.m.(4/19/1008 AR)
Written By Alban
March 4, 2018, 12:57 p.m.(4/19/1008 AR)
How do I reconcile this and make /this/ work?
Written By Samantha
March 4, 2018, 12:43 p.m.(4/19/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Romulius
Written By Alban
March 4, 2018, 12:29 p.m.(4/19/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Derovai
Written By Alban
March 4, 2018, 12:27 p.m.(4/19/1008 AR)
Why does he think the no armor is a hindrance or something? The last thing I want is my breastplate freezing and metal sucking in the cold and giving me frostbite.
Most expensive cold night ever.
Why did I /pay/ for this again?
Written By Tessa
March 4, 2018, 12:24 p.m.(4/19/1008 AR)
I have neglected you of late and for that I apologize. I have had many adventures (monsters, adorable forest animals and Unicorns were all involved) and met some dashing knights and even more dashing rogues, and I will give everyone all the details eventually. If I live.
Duty's gotten her hooks into me and I am going off to war. I KNOW. It's going to be messy. And dirty. And probably not terribly fun.
But a girl has to do what a girl has to do and sometimes that's slaughter enemies by the scores!
If I die. Be splendiferous.
If I live, we can have a party when I get back. And then there's some monsters that need to be slain.
The MOST Splendiferious One, Lady Tessa Moore, Voice of Moore, Royal Fashionista, and Finder of Unicorns
Written By Romulius
March 4, 2018, 12:24 p.m.(4/19/1008 AR)
The only thing that might come close, well, not writing here.
Written By Romulius
March 4, 2018, 12:23 p.m.(4/19/1008 AR)
She has scars, too. That's my fault.
Got to do better.
Written By Romulius
March 4, 2018, 12:21 p.m.(4/19/1008 AR)
New note: Don't love. Can't trust it.
Written By Romulius
March 4, 2018, 12:20 p.m.(4/19/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Skye
Written By Orathy
March 4, 2018, 12:17 p.m.(4/19/1008 AR)
Written By Mayir
March 4, 2018, 11:51 a.m.(4/19/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Orazio
But man, does Father Orazio get paid by the word or something?
Written By Kenna
March 4, 2018, 11:34 a.m.(4/19/1008 AR)
Written By Ailith
March 4, 2018, 9:21 a.m.(4/19/1008 AR)
Day 18 of Month 4 in 1008 AR
Palace Chapel
Imagine, if you will, a simple clay bowl sitting on a shelf. My sister made one such bowl. I can still picture it. It was perfect, in the way simple things made with love and humility are. It was humble to behold, but it was work of her hands and product of her heart. She loved that bowl, and so did we. But one day, purely by accident, it feel and broke. My sister was crushed. This perfect thing she had made was ruined.
It was my mother who stepped in, laid a consoling hand upon my sister's shoulder, and picked up the first shattered piece. Slowly but surely, together they collected each shard and sliver. All the while, my mother pointed out small and large moments in our lives, when, we like a toddler, would stumble and fall when taking our first steps. Then with love and care, she guided my sister to the kiln and together, they repaired the bowl as she told about how we would brush off our knees, stand up, and try again. When the bowl was complete, the sun shone bright upon its surface. Glints of gold paint shimmered from the mended cracks. Its gilded design of golden threads was lovingly made by my mother's hand and gifted to my sister as a reminder -- through the mending, we shine bright.
This is how we must respond to the stumbles, falls, chips, and cracks in our lives. We make mistakes, are chipped and cracked by them on a daily basis. We could, if you chose to do so, be consumed by that fact. We could wallow continuously in our errors perceived and real. Or, and this is the real lesson of my mother's stories, we can look no further than the gods.
Take for example, the Sentinel teaches us to admit our mistakes and accept the responsibility of any consequences. Through Vellichor, we pray we have the wisdom to learn from our mistakes and not to repeat them. By Lagoma, we come to acknowledge our mistakes are part of our growth. And through the Queen of Endings, we learn not to burden ourselves by the smallest of mistakes -- life is too short.
Think of how you can apply those lessons in your life. Take the essential qualities of these examples, and even without really thinking about it, without even really trying, the golden threads or mending will appear in your life. It is these small, humble ways, like the mending of a clay bowl that will make your tomorrows better than your yesterdays.
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