Written By Itzal
Feb. 19, 2018, 12:42 a.m.(3/20/1008 AR)
Composed and played by Itzal Culler, at a place unknown.
The Moon was high and still the child lied,
Awake in bed, beneath sheets to hide.
For in his room he was not alone,
The wolf still lurked nearby, it was known.
His savage pelt was of red and black,
His rows of fangs stained from his last snack.
The wolf prowled, chilled the child to the bone,
For the boy saw how his long teeth shone.
'Sleep, forget the wolf' his parents sang,
'There's none here, with neither fur nor fang.
Sleep, forget the wolf, you are safe here.
For we your parents are always near.'
And thus sang his parents so heedless,
Of the latest poor child, made headless.
While the wolf, red and black in the night,
Grinned a smile to fill the boy with fright.
The Moon was high but none in bed lied,
The child was silent, helpless he'd died,
Against the evil wolf of red and black,
His parents did absolutely jack.
'Sleep, forget the wolf' the parents sang,
'There's none here, with neither fur nor fang.
Sleep, forget the wolf, you are safe here.
For we your parents are always near.'
The Moon was high and still the child lied,
Awake in bed, beneath sheets to hide.
For in his room he was not alone,
The wolf still lurked nearby, it was known.
His savage pelt was of red and black,
His rows of fangs stained from his last snack.
The wolf prowled, chilled the child to the bone,
For the boy saw how his long teeth shone.
'Sleep, forget the wolf' his parents sang,
'There's none here, with neither fur nor fang.
Sleep, forget the wolf, you are safe here.
For we your parents are always near.'
And thus sang his parents so heedless,
Of the latest poor child, made headless.
While the wolf, red and black in the night,
Grinned a smile to fill the boy with fright.
The Moon was high but none in bed lied,
The child was silent, helpless he'd died,
Against the evil wolf of red and black,
His parents did absolutely jack.
'Sleep, forget the wolf' the parents sang,
'There's none here, with neither fur nor fang.
Sleep, forget the wolf, you are safe here.
For we your parents are always near.'
Written By Tikva
Feb. 19, 2018, 12:05 a.m.(3/20/1008 AR)
It might be happening. I might finally be getting tired of eating potatoes.
Tiber has been four years old for a week. He is very frustrated at not being able to read his bedtime book to himself. Today, he took the book out of my hands, yelled, "No! I do what I want!" and threw it on the bed.
I am sure Skald would be very proud.
One day, he will be a fully adult Lord Riven and he will find these entries and he will wonder why the gods cursed him with a mother who overshares.
Tiber has been four years old for a week. He is very frustrated at not being able to read his bedtime book to himself. Today, he took the book out of my hands, yelled, "No! I do what I want!" and threw it on the bed.
I am sure Skald would be very proud.
One day, he will be a fully adult Lord Riven and he will find these entries and he will wonder why the gods cursed him with a mother who overshares.
Written By Holden
Feb. 18, 2018, 11:59 p.m.(3/20/1008 AR)
The time for travel comes again soon, to once more don armor, heft flail, and ride forth. The destination is as yet unknown, but the anticipation of movement is thick in the air. The Compact prepares for war, and a Knight prepares for duty.
Written By Luis
Feb. 18, 2018, 11:58 p.m.(3/20/1008 AR)
Parties! Parties everywhere and I understand it. The desire to remind oneself that life is worth living, with such darkness on the morrow. I do hope that the coming nights shall find all filled with joy and laughter, merriment and warmth that shall fill them to bursting and with which shall keep them sated in the coming nightmares.
We should all carry a little joy with us, whenever we can.
We should all carry a little joy with us, whenever we can.
Written By Sebastian
Feb. 18, 2018, 11:55 p.m.(3/20/1008 AR)
Moments of deepest emotion are those that I prefer to capture in my art. When I create for myself, the images in my head, the nightmares, the dreams, and the inspirations, then it is those moments of reverie, fear, passion, grief, exultation, that I wish to capture. When I create for others, then it is for their pleasure, for the joy that they might find in having something that expresses an emotion that perhaps they are not capable of capturing in art, themselves. It is a challenge, to give life to another's vision, and the two things are very different types of art for me.
Written By Luis
Feb. 18, 2018, 11:55 p.m.(3/20/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Cadenza
And there it is, I am now an Explorer. The lovely Princess Cadenza was so patient with me, when I struggled and even took my limited knowledge and humored me in ways that can only account for her grace in such matters. I did have a marvelous time though, and I do hope that the other Explorers have such class and wit about them, for I may have found a most remarkable place to be.
Written By Ainsley
Feb. 18, 2018, 11:52 p.m.(3/20/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Tikva
I am very lucky to have such a lovely, lovely wife.
Written By Luis
Feb. 18, 2018, 11:50 p.m.(3/20/1008 AR)
We called the banners to war, the King has called the Generals and the Generals have called the Ministers. It's coming. The building anticipation of war has finally reached it's peak, and it will not be long before all hell breaks loose.
Again.
Again.
Written By Donaldo
Feb. 18, 2018, 11:45 p.m.(3/20/1008 AR)
There was a debate of explorers about these white journals.
I do not know that I grasp what the outcome was, what is good or what is bad to write.
I think I will spend more time reading, and less time writing.
I do not know that I grasp what the outcome was, what is good or what is bad to write.
I think I will spend more time reading, and less time writing.
Written By Olivia
Feb. 18, 2018, 11:39 p.m.(3/20/1008 AR)
Another battle approaches, with plans being made. As ever, Princess Reese shows her wisdom and leadership. Of course, I should not write of them here in any detail. But it would likewise be no secret to anyone that I will stay away from the front lines and instead attend to injuries behind them. It is my hope that I might spare a few the sad losses that have afflicted my own family of late.
Written By Mae
Feb. 18, 2018, 11:15 p.m.(3/20/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Jhond
Don't ever doubt yourself. You can be anything you want to be!
Written By Caith
Feb. 18, 2018, 11:12 p.m.(3/20/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Rymarr
Oh, I definitely support the idea of an otter! Otters are delightful and, because they are so wiggly, the light will positively dance off its sequins.
But in all seriousness: you were a wonderful competitor and your excellence challenged me to do my best. I applaud you!
But in all seriousness: you were a wonderful competitor and your excellence challenged me to do my best. I applaud you!
Written By Jhond
Feb. 18, 2018, 10:57 p.m.(3/20/1008 AR)
Wow.. Just.. wow. I can be called foolhardy.. but i'm not an idiot.
Written By Rymarr
Feb. 18, 2018, 10:42 p.m.(3/20/1008 AR)
I have a year to acquire a small dog in preparation for the next skating competition.
Maybe an otter. Otters are adored by many, I think.
I'll have to find a tailor to make a sequined outfit for an otter.
Maybe an otter. Otters are adored by many, I think.
I'll have to find a tailor to make a sequined outfit for an otter.
Written By Leta
Feb. 18, 2018, 10:32 p.m.(3/20/1008 AR)
Silver comes and silver goes,
Silver builds highs out of lows,
Silver wrought in chains and rings,
Silver clinking, jingling, sings,
Silver moves forges and mills,
Silver feeds and silver kills,
Silver like a leaden yoke,
Silver like a plume of smoke,
Silver comes and silver goes,
Silver fades and so wine flows.
Silver builds highs out of lows,
Silver wrought in chains and rings,
Silver clinking, jingling, sings,
Silver moves forges and mills,
Silver feeds and silver kills,
Silver like a leaden yoke,
Silver like a plume of smoke,
Silver comes and silver goes,
Silver fades and so wine flows.
Written By Caith
Feb. 18, 2018, 10:31 p.m.(3/20/1008 AR)
I attended the Deepwood party and it was oh so much fun! I entered an ice dancing contest and I won! Well, I should give some credit to Stumphrey because he certainly won the crowd but since he cannot wear the prize -- a positively goooorgeous cloak -- I am going to say that the win was mine. I was able to spend time with lovely friends and, in these days leading up to conflict, it is important to remember what it is that we all hold so dear.
Speaking of things held dear -- the joy of the night was dampened by the realization that Stumphrey ate Princess Saoirse's slipper. It belonged to her mother and held great sentimental value. I feel AWFUL.
Bad dog, Stumphrey. BAD DOG.
Speaking of things held dear -- the joy of the night was dampened by the realization that Stumphrey ate Princess Saoirse's slipper. It belonged to her mother and held great sentimental value. I feel AWFUL.
Bad dog, Stumphrey. BAD DOG.
Written By Khanne
Feb. 18, 2018, 10:18 p.m.(3/20/1008 AR)
I should have made time over the last few days for some levity. My head hurts as the items on my to do list go through my mind. So many people I need to meet with (if you think I've forgotten, it is possible.... feel free to remind. Except you, I've written about a dozen versions. You know who you are [probably]). So many tasks to complete, straps to tighten, bags to pack, plans to make...
I believe some meditation is required, to center and focus my thoughts.
Or a hot bath.
Perhaps both.
I believe some meditation is required, to center and focus my thoughts.
Or a hot bath.
Perhaps both.
Written By Mirari
Feb. 18, 2018, 10:18 p.m.(3/20/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Mailys
I tell myself often that I need to spend more time with Mailys, and I do.
There is absolutely nobody who I can trust more. She is quick to tell me when I'm overreacting. She's the only one who can soothe me out of anger. She gives the best advice, and doesn't judge me. (At least openly.) She feels more like a sister than a cousin, but we're linked by blood, and that is all that really matters.
There is absolutely nobody who I can trust more. She is quick to tell me when I'm overreacting. She's the only one who can soothe me out of anger. She gives the best advice, and doesn't judge me. (At least openly.) She feels more like a sister than a cousin, but we're linked by blood, and that is all that really matters.
Written By Valencia
Feb. 18, 2018, 10:07 p.m.(3/20/1008 AR)
Again I am reminded that it's much harder to face darkness without a light in your heart.
Love, luck and hope are the most powerful things in the world, I think.
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Love, luck and hope are the most powerful things in the world, I think.
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Written By Darrow
Feb. 18, 2018, 10:04 p.m.(3/20/1008 AR)
Death seems nearer now than ever.
Why then, does my blood quicken, my spirits lift?
This will be bitter, and yet I can nearly taste what's coming, in anticipation.
..... I think I might enjoy this.
Why then, does my blood quicken, my spirits lift?
This will be bitter, and yet I can nearly taste what's coming, in anticipation.
..... I think I might enjoy this.
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