Written By Tikva
Feb. 24, 2018, 9:33 p.m.(4/4/1008 AR)
Prayers are for the gods. Psalms are for the congregation. This-- this is for my dear friend, and for Lagoma. Bless you. Hope on. Lantern high, hope on.
Flame’s heat, warm on my face
A tiny spark is all that it takes
Hope kindles new and bright in this place
Strangers and friends together it makes
I see you, with me, at my side,
and in this moment, fear is gone;
despair once threatened, now it’s died,
and these floating lights are bright as dawn.
The fire itself is wild, untamed,
but in this moment, fire is named
Lagoma, you are more than change—
all that is new and fierce and strange
Thank you. Hope is now. Hope is growth.
I embrace that; I give you this psalm and oath.
Flame’s heat, warm on my face
A tiny spark is all that it takes
Hope kindles new and bright in this place
Strangers and friends together it makes
I see you, with me, at my side,
and in this moment, fear is gone;
despair once threatened, now it’s died,
and these floating lights are bright as dawn.
The fire itself is wild, untamed,
but in this moment, fire is named
Lagoma, you are more than change—
all that is new and fierce and strange
Thank you. Hope is now. Hope is growth.
I embrace that; I give you this psalm and oath.
Written By Donaldo
Feb. 24, 2018, 9:31 p.m.(4/4/1008 AR)
Spoke with an old sailor today.
He was telling me that he does not feel like he has been sailing more years than I have been alive.
I could not believe him and asked him how that could be.
Time flies when you are having rum, he said.
He was telling me that he does not feel like he has been sailing more years than I have been alive.
I could not believe him and asked him how that could be.
Time flies when you are having rum, he said.
Written By Costas
Feb. 24, 2018, 7:19 p.m.(4/4/1008 AR)
As a man of the sea, Mangata has always been close to my heart. Of all the appeals one could make of the goddess of water and sky, I have made the better part of them. For strong winds in sails. For the calming of storms on my heading and for the rise of them in my wake. For clouds to part so that I could read the map of the stars and chart my way home. For just one fish to come close enough for the spear.
Hers is the domain of the indomitable. One cannot own the sea, and the sky cannot be encompassed. From the highest King to the lowliest Lord, none may look out from the shore and see a thing tamed. The sea does not kneel. Only rolls and surges in contempt of all claims, and all that is taken from it's bounty is done so with the knowledge that it is a gift. The fish cannot be compelled to swim but where the currents demand. The storm cannot be beaten back, warred against, or broken. Only weathered.
It takes, as well, the sea. A sailor will tell you that Mangata is fickle. That she will send the gale winds to upset the fishing boat or turn the catch away from the line no matter the strength or sincerity of the prayer. And he will stomp, and curse, and grumble at his fate. But he will still pray. A storm, after all, can always grow darker. And the fish might bite the next day. The mystery of Mangata and her sea and sky is that of potential. For a better wind or a fuller net; or for the calamity of the hurricane. Beautiful and terrible all at once, her domain is inexorable motion; indifferent to the creatures which live so necessarily by it's whim. But not uncaring.
Every child who has ever stood at the shoreline has marveled at how, even as they stand perfectly still, the endless rhythm of the flowing tide draws the wet sand from under their feet. Has watched in fascination as they were slowly consumed, sinking into a cool, muddy embrace. And felt that quiet, atavistic thrill when, finally roused out of wonder, they have to pull just a little bit harder than expected to get free.
Above all things, Mangata denies stasis. Stand still for too long and she will bury you. Live in contempt of the motion, the potential she represents and you will be dragged under by it.
Oh Mangata of the life-giving sea and the sky from which warm rains fall, Mother of Storms. Though you have so many times made me witness to the most dark of tempests I have forgot that the bounty of life must be earned through constancy of action. I have been satisfied with the full net and complacent of placid waters. Neglecting to attend to the sacrifices demanded each day and without expectation, by which we are reminded that the better part of all our fortunes are come by the grace of ever-turning Creation and not the meagre labors of a proud soul. Let me be reminded, in meditation upon your sea and sky, to keep myself ever in motion, and my eyes cast always to the far line of the horizon.
Hers is the domain of the indomitable. One cannot own the sea, and the sky cannot be encompassed. From the highest King to the lowliest Lord, none may look out from the shore and see a thing tamed. The sea does not kneel. Only rolls and surges in contempt of all claims, and all that is taken from it's bounty is done so with the knowledge that it is a gift. The fish cannot be compelled to swim but where the currents demand. The storm cannot be beaten back, warred against, or broken. Only weathered.
It takes, as well, the sea. A sailor will tell you that Mangata is fickle. That she will send the gale winds to upset the fishing boat or turn the catch away from the line no matter the strength or sincerity of the prayer. And he will stomp, and curse, and grumble at his fate. But he will still pray. A storm, after all, can always grow darker. And the fish might bite the next day. The mystery of Mangata and her sea and sky is that of potential. For a better wind or a fuller net; or for the calamity of the hurricane. Beautiful and terrible all at once, her domain is inexorable motion; indifferent to the creatures which live so necessarily by it's whim. But not uncaring.
Every child who has ever stood at the shoreline has marveled at how, even as they stand perfectly still, the endless rhythm of the flowing tide draws the wet sand from under their feet. Has watched in fascination as they were slowly consumed, sinking into a cool, muddy embrace. And felt that quiet, atavistic thrill when, finally roused out of wonder, they have to pull just a little bit harder than expected to get free.
Above all things, Mangata denies stasis. Stand still for too long and she will bury you. Live in contempt of the motion, the potential she represents and you will be dragged under by it.
Oh Mangata of the life-giving sea and the sky from which warm rains fall, Mother of Storms. Though you have so many times made me witness to the most dark of tempests I have forgot that the bounty of life must be earned through constancy of action. I have been satisfied with the full net and complacent of placid waters. Neglecting to attend to the sacrifices demanded each day and without expectation, by which we are reminded that the better part of all our fortunes are come by the grace of ever-turning Creation and not the meagre labors of a proud soul. Let me be reminded, in meditation upon your sea and sky, to keep myself ever in motion, and my eyes cast always to the far line of the horizon.
Written By Talen
Feb. 24, 2018, 5:50 p.m.(4/3/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Edain
Welcome to the Dad club. The first rule of Dad club, don't talk about the weird shit your kids do in the journals.
They'll grow up, kill you, and usurp you.
To be fair, in the Lycuem they might do that anyway.
They'll grow up, kill you, and usurp you.
To be fair, in the Lycuem they might do that anyway.
Written By Vayne
Feb. 24, 2018, 5:19 p.m.(4/3/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Alban
My Lord, there are oftentimes more options than we see at first glance. If you're interested, I'd be happy to help you see new options, or sort out the ones you have.
Written By Valery
Feb. 24, 2018, 4:27 p.m.(4/3/1008 AR)
I'm hosting a small event in the garden tomorrow.
I hope some people come.
I need to prepare more tea...
I hope some people come.
I need to prepare more tea...
Written By Saoirse
Feb. 24, 2018, 3:57 p.m.(4/3/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Jeffeth
It's wonderful to have such a reliable champion and knight ready and willing to protect at any moment. I look forward to your service and I am sure that redness in your face is just a sunburn.
Written By Caith
Feb. 24, 2018, 3:55 p.m.(4/3/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Saoirse
I look at Stumphrey. I look at his silly, happy, fluffy face and I wonder:
Is it true? Are you really the monster she claims you are?
I mean, he destroyed something irreplaceable, something utterly dear to her. I can never make that right! And he sits here looking at me, no regret in his little doggy face. Does he even understand what he's done? What he's burdened me with?
I just .. I just can't.
Oh Stumphrey. How COULD you?!
Is it true? Are you really the monster she claims you are?
I mean, he destroyed something irreplaceable, something utterly dear to her. I can never make that right! And he sits here looking at me, no regret in his little doggy face. Does he even understand what he's done? What he's burdened me with?
I just .. I just can't.
Oh Stumphrey. How COULD you?!
Written By Tibaltus
Feb. 24, 2018, 3:10 p.m.(4/3/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Alban
Take advantage of confession, my lord.
And then let brothers and sisters of the Faith help navigate clean hands and an unburdened heart through these troubled waters.
And then let brothers and sisters of the Faith help navigate clean hands and an unburdened heart through these troubled waters.
Written By Alban
Feb. 24, 2018, 2:40 p.m.(4/3/1008 AR)
To add more madness to the mix, I find myself torn between duty, faith, and the pangs of the heart. I must focus this into a desire to succeed, so that I may see it through to the end instead of allow it to scatter my thoughts to the wind, distract me from what I must do. If only I could put her out of my mind...
Written By Alban
Feb. 24, 2018, 2:38 p.m.(4/3/1008 AR)
I find myself burdened more than I have ever been, but I must rise to the challenge, I must be the support that my Family and my People need during this trying time. I must be up to the task. There are no other options... None. At all.
Written By Joscelin
Feb. 24, 2018, 2:31 p.m.(4/3/1008 AR)
It's all fun and games until someone takes it in the ear.
Written By Alban
Feb. 24, 2018, 2:30 p.m.(4/3/1008 AR)
Why is it that when everything seems to be moving forwards, suddenly it all falls off the rails? There is a law I am told, that the worst thing that can happen, most likely will happen. A good thing to plan for when it comes to War, better to be overprepared than underprepared. Not so useful when it comes to family...
Written By Brogan
Feb. 24, 2018, 1:47 p.m.(4/3/1008 AR)
The rumors that fly 'round this damn city always suprises me. Some days I wake up, hearing something, and the first thing that pops into my head is, "Damn, I need another drink." Then I realize I should probably get out of bed before I think about drinking again.
Do I care for 'lot of people? Spirits yes. I've seen too many that I love and care for die, and not being able to do much about it. Do I build friendships easy, and show 'bit of affection for those I care for you? Damn right, life is too short to be bottled up and not giving as much as you can to the people in your life. Am I rolling in the furs with every beautiful lass that happens to have a drink with me? Hah, not at all, I'm a bit tougher to get in the sack than that.
I've got a big heart, aye, but it ain't the type to float from one flower to the next. My life is what it is, and I ain't ashamed of it, and I'm damn sure not apologizin' for it. The one that's captured my heart knows it, and that's all there's going to be 'bout it. Plenty of love from the big Northern Savage to be sure, but only one place where the Heart lives.
Do I care for 'lot of people? Spirits yes. I've seen too many that I love and care for die, and not being able to do much about it. Do I build friendships easy, and show 'bit of affection for those I care for you? Damn right, life is too short to be bottled up and not giving as much as you can to the people in your life. Am I rolling in the furs with every beautiful lass that happens to have a drink with me? Hah, not at all, I'm a bit tougher to get in the sack than that.
I've got a big heart, aye, but it ain't the type to float from one flower to the next. My life is what it is, and I ain't ashamed of it, and I'm damn sure not apologizin' for it. The one that's captured my heart knows it, and that's all there's going to be 'bout it. Plenty of love from the big Northern Savage to be sure, but only one place where the Heart lives.
Written By Cambria
Feb. 24, 2018, 1:12 p.m.(4/3/1008 AR)
Seldom do people think things through foolishly. More often, they do not bother to think things through at all, so that even those we recognize as highly intelligent can reach untenable conclusions because their knowledge means little if it is not deployed and applied.
Written By Tikva
Feb. 24, 2018, 11:59 a.m.(4/3/1008 AR)
Foot rubs are pretty good, but honestly there are very few areas of my body that I have not imperiously ordered Prince Ainsley to rub for me over the past few months.
This is because I am sore literally all of the time.
I will not spend my entire entry in the Whites bemoaning my lot as a mother, however, for awhile my patient husband and his loving hands have been a solace to my aches, I must write more seriously, more fiercely, for a moment.
27 years ago today, my mother was already in labor. In secret, in seclusion, hiding. Desperate that no one would find out that she had dishonored her oaths before Limerance and all the gods. And I sit here, honoring my oaths before Limerance and all the gods, and I feel that I have finally surpassed the shadow of what she has done. The shadow of what was left behind.
I am Tikva Laveer, and I am Tikva Riven, and I am Tikva Grayson.
And I am proud of who I am, and who I was born to be.
No matter whose bastard I was.
This is because I am sore literally all of the time.
I will not spend my entire entry in the Whites bemoaning my lot as a mother, however, for awhile my patient husband and his loving hands have been a solace to my aches, I must write more seriously, more fiercely, for a moment.
27 years ago today, my mother was already in labor. In secret, in seclusion, hiding. Desperate that no one would find out that she had dishonored her oaths before Limerance and all the gods. And I sit here, honoring my oaths before Limerance and all the gods, and I feel that I have finally surpassed the shadow of what she has done. The shadow of what was left behind.
I am Tikva Laveer, and I am Tikva Riven, and I am Tikva Grayson.
And I am proud of who I am, and who I was born to be.
No matter whose bastard I was.
Written By Lucita
Feb. 24, 2018, 10:57 a.m.(4/3/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Silas
So savvy to have patrons of the tea shop be randomly have names drawn and given a gift! I'm enjoying the book sent me. Thank you Baron Silas.
Written By Lucita
Feb. 24, 2018, 10:49 a.m.(4/3/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Estaban
Hmmm, will have to show you Prince Ainsley's journal entry. Foot rubs. Something to look forward to later, maybe.
Written By Magpie
Feb. 24, 2018, 10:48 a.m.(4/3/1008 AR)
It's been a while since I wrote some moving poetry for the whites, and for the sake of rhyming I'm going to be referring to myself with the royal 'we'. It also fits if you make it to the end of the poem.
Here we go:
There's a man whose name rhymes with rictus,
And we have to admit, he tricked us;
We went to a meet,
Of plans for the fleet;
And that's when things all went awry.
At the planning there was lots of talk,
A great many nobles did balk!
The High Lord brought change;
Spoke of tactics and range,
But that's not what we're here to decry.
It was at the end of the show,
When all were preparing to go.
He bade one more question,
fore he ended the session;
Was there any last business to be had?
We stepped forward to speak on behalf;
Of the merchants and cogs in the path.
How to stay away from,
The battle to come,
And what followed made us very sad.
The admiral did not even ask,
before he laid upon us a task;
The responsibility,
of supply-runs at sea,
Are now a mess we have to cope.
And so...
As the new commander did stare on in woe,
Beside him was uttered, "Oh no."
Magpie's loyal right hand,
True friend of sea and land;
Master Assistant, Mayir Grayhope.
Here we go:
There's a man whose name rhymes with rictus,
And we have to admit, he tricked us;
We went to a meet,
Of plans for the fleet;
And that's when things all went awry.
At the planning there was lots of talk,
A great many nobles did balk!
The High Lord brought change;
Spoke of tactics and range,
But that's not what we're here to decry.
It was at the end of the show,
When all were preparing to go.
He bade one more question,
fore he ended the session;
Was there any last business to be had?
We stepped forward to speak on behalf;
Of the merchants and cogs in the path.
How to stay away from,
The battle to come,
And what followed made us very sad.
The admiral did not even ask,
before he laid upon us a task;
The responsibility,
of supply-runs at sea,
Are now a mess we have to cope.
And so...
As the new commander did stare on in woe,
Beside him was uttered, "Oh no."
Magpie's loyal right hand,
True friend of sea and land;
Master Assistant, Mayir Grayhope.
Written By Jacque
Feb. 24, 2018, 7:50 a.m.(4/3/1008 AR)
In the coming weeks I'll try to work on learning more about subjects of governance and leadership more so than war or even other typical scholarly things. I suppose it would befit a Prince to actually know what he's doing when it comes to helping the people; not just from a ground-up level.
Please note that the scholars may take some time preparing your journal for others to read.