Written By Hadrian
Feb. 19, 2022, noon(2/22/1017 AR)
Relationship Note on Alarissa
While I've written personal correspondence with the Princess-Consort of House Thrax, thanking her for a pair of thoughtful gifts? I believe that such random acts of generosity which are absent of ulterior motive should be recognized in the writings that will comprise my history even after I am gone. While that part of history is my own little thread in the grand tapestry, it is a history that I share with others. I'm pleased to call Her Highness my friend; not only to myself, but my House.
Nearly everyone loves a gift freely given and I've found that I am only occasionally the exception.
These are a pair of gifts that I will gleefully accept and remember their giving well into the future.
Nearly everyone loves a gift freely given and I've found that I am only occasionally the exception.
These are a pair of gifts that I will gleefully accept and remember their giving well into the future.
Written By Cambria
Feb. 19, 2022, 11:59 a.m.(2/22/1017 AR)
When I have the time to indulge in reading just for the pleasure of it, I am always very pleased to come across heroic characters who are good without being tedious, villainy being so much more interesting to many readers, and so much more varied and dramatic, than mere goodness.
Written By Viviana
Feb. 19, 2022, 4:22 a.m.(2/21/1017 AR)
I request a new obsession.
Written By Lark
Feb. 19, 2022, 12:49 a.m.(2/21/1017 AR)
My headaches have finally started to subside. It's my own fault. Too many financial ledgers by candlelight. I'm fortunate to have such resourceful deputies. Now isn't the most opportune moment for the offices of House Grayson's Minister of Coin to slow things down, even if I've felt like somebody's cracked my head open like an egg all week.
Written By Pasquale
Feb. 18, 2022, 11:35 p.m.(2/21/1017 AR)
Relationship Note on Monique
Chronicle and Prodigal both work well in poems with Diabolical.
Written By Caspian
Feb. 18, 2022, 4:03 p.m.(2/20/1017 AR)
Had you said my first duel back in the city would be about honey, I'd have laughed and said you were crazy. But here we are! honestly, these are the fights i love the most! Its all about the show, the fight, the spectacle! and is anything more spectacular then getting a chance to cross blades with Aleksei! While i can say i'd really rather NOT loose on my first duel back, i can also never complain when i get to learn from him.
Written By Sirius
Feb. 18, 2022, 1:49 p.m.(2/20/1017 AR)
Often I'm told that I must learn to understand the value of dreams, or dreaming.
But it is difficult, I must admit. Several family members have, before and concurrently, been describing to me these incredibly lucid circumstances they've found themselves in whilst away in their heads, presumedly sleeping. But what is it, that they see? Really? Are they not just memories? Memories being experienced through again with the misguided hopefulness of what we wished had happened, what we hoped we had been when they transpired, but weren't? Isn't it all an act of futility?
Dreaming thus, to me, feels like looking back. Like another word for regret. A more optimistic person would call it retrospection, and channel it into the realm of learning - and yes, we're never quite finished doing that (Read: learning), but then there is the issue that I have a hard time relating to these cogent dreams.
My dreams aren't as vivid as most, they're but a succession of images all translating into a conclusion of a thought. Nothing moves in my mind when I sleep, it is all a one-faceted display. Of memories deleted, fears I've forgotten, lessons I've chosen to unlearn. Because of it, in truth, I largely envy those who may visit a wholly new realm in their minds when they go to sleep, and in small part I begrudge them. I feel robbed of a chance. A blessing, maybe.
Perhaps not all of us are meant to be dreamers.
But it is difficult, I must admit. Several family members have, before and concurrently, been describing to me these incredibly lucid circumstances they've found themselves in whilst away in their heads, presumedly sleeping. But what is it, that they see? Really? Are they not just memories? Memories being experienced through again with the misguided hopefulness of what we wished had happened, what we hoped we had been when they transpired, but weren't? Isn't it all an act of futility?
Dreaming thus, to me, feels like looking back. Like another word for regret. A more optimistic person would call it retrospection, and channel it into the realm of learning - and yes, we're never quite finished doing that (Read: learning), but then there is the issue that I have a hard time relating to these cogent dreams.
My dreams aren't as vivid as most, they're but a succession of images all translating into a conclusion of a thought. Nothing moves in my mind when I sleep, it is all a one-faceted display. Of memories deleted, fears I've forgotten, lessons I've chosen to unlearn. Because of it, in truth, I largely envy those who may visit a wholly new realm in their minds when they go to sleep, and in small part I begrudge them. I feel robbed of a chance. A blessing, maybe.
Perhaps not all of us are meant to be dreamers.
Written By Mabelle
Feb. 17, 2022, 7:58 a.m.(2/18/1017 AR)
Relationship Note on Titus
Lord Titus paints the most magnificent picture when he shares a story, I have not been so captivated since youth.
Written By Renata
Feb. 17, 2022, 12:35 a.m.(2/17/1017 AR)
Relationship Note on Tyche
The Benevolent Cousin. She will tell you she is not but nothing could be further from the truth. In her own way, Tyche shines with generosity.
Written By Artorius
Feb. 16, 2022, 11:36 p.m.(2/17/1017 AR)
Grief is a personal journey. There's no right or wrong way to handle it. You can only move fluidly with it, as it takes you along for a ride. Sometimes the sorrow lasts days, weeks, months, perhaps years. Perhaps a lifetime. There is no time limit to grieving for the lost. There is no feeling better from it, there is only adjusting to the life as it is now, without those who you cherished in it beside you. There is emptiness where there was friendship or love. I've lost too many, over two dozen...
I'm reluctant to replace those I lost, because loss is so hard to bear anew. Yet, the emptiness is worse.
All I can say to those who lost recently is do not pressure yourself to be who you were, before your loss. Do not pressure yourself to speedy recovery. Take what time you need... to adjust.
I'm reluctant to replace those I lost, because loss is so hard to bear anew. Yet, the emptiness is worse.
All I can say to those who lost recently is do not pressure yourself to be who you were, before your loss. Do not pressure yourself to speedy recovery. Take what time you need... to adjust.
Written By Monique
Feb. 16, 2022, 5:35 p.m.(2/17/1017 AR)
The Saffron Festival of Light is drawing closer and my poem for the contest is not quite ready. I have inspiration. The Gods know I have an abundance of inspiration these days. It's just that I'm a terrible poet. And when I try to find a clever word to rhyme with 'diabolical' there's nothing. But for such a large prize of silver? You can be certain I'm going to try. And if nothing else, at least there will be the beauty of the lanterns.
Written By Oswyn
Feb. 16, 2022, 4:26 p.m.(2/16/1017 AR)
Having set aside thirteen hours to help those struggling with reading (some young, some less so), I find myself wondering about a problem I have seen from time to time. Sometimes, people have confided in me that they find it difficult to read because the letters 'jump around'. They can read, but it requires patience and focus. They often have difficulty spelling as well. Sometimes it helps to find smaller words in larger ones to help them remember - there is a 'hen in when'. I don't know what causes this. I do my best to help but I keep thinking there have to be better strategies for teaching.
I don't have as many occasions to teach as Archscholar. It was good to spend some time doing something I love. Helping people read - seeing them understand it - is one of my great joys. I've missed it. I just wish I wasn't so tired.
I don't have as many occasions to teach as Archscholar. It was good to spend some time doing something I love. Helping people read - seeing them understand it - is one of my great joys. I've missed it. I just wish I wasn't so tired.
Written By Lisebet
Feb. 16, 2022, 10:30 a.m.(2/16/1017 AR)
One never quite appreciates something so basic as the ability to breathe clearly until it's missing.
Until it returns.
Until it returns.
Written By Aella
Feb. 16, 2022, 9:13 a.m.(2/16/1017 AR)
A word of advice. Don't trudge through the morning snow to go to the Training Center after a hangover from the night previous....
Sure you'll look ambitious and dedicated but your head will hurt.
Sure you'll look ambitious and dedicated but your head will hurt.
Written By Alarissa
Feb. 16, 2022, 8:13 a.m.(2/16/1017 AR)
Everyone has private estates, secret love nests in the city, I swear.
Which makes me wonder why I do not.
I am contemplating such now.
Which makes me wonder why I do not.
I am contemplating such now.
Written By Lou
Feb. 15, 2022, 9:22 p.m.(2/15/1017 AR)
I just chased my entire family, except one person, from family dinner. I am in a much darker mood than I imagined. I had hoped that time away from the public would ease me out of things, but it really hasn't. I couldn't help myself when Noah came in and started using my full name. It was like I was some other person, stuck in a shell of myself, and I was abysmal.
But, who do you talk to about the horrors you've seen and read about? How do you talk about people you love who've been turned into undead versions of themselves, magicked into plant people who murder and kill with vines and limbs, like the monsters we saw in Bastion? It certainly wasn't polite dinner conversation.
They tried to make me into one of them. Me and others who came with us into Grayhold, to get the lay of the castle. They used familiar nursery songs to lure us to the nursery, and then tried to tell us that we were a stain that needed to be turned into one of them, to absolve us of being the 'get of Alarice'. To become part of the Traitor's mindless army.
I thought seeing thousands murdered by plant and rat amalgamations at Bastion the night it was sacked was bad. This was. . . so much worse. It was personal.
Then the battle of Bastion came. There were gargantuan. Three of them. I will not lie. When I saw that they were made up largely of members of the Grayson family, I vomited. I let myself have that moment. Only that moment. I then charged into battle to fight them. Or, I tried. I couldn't land a hit, but neither could they hit me.
By some miracle, I survived, unscathed. Others were not so lucky. I'm so damn grateful for everyone who helped us. I might not be able to properly express that. But, I am. So. Damn. Grateful.
Maybe, one day, I'll stop having nightmares about it all. Until then, they will see what it is they've forged when they forged me into The Tenacious Griffon.
But, who do you talk to about the horrors you've seen and read about? How do you talk about people you love who've been turned into undead versions of themselves, magicked into plant people who murder and kill with vines and limbs, like the monsters we saw in Bastion? It certainly wasn't polite dinner conversation.
They tried to make me into one of them. Me and others who came with us into Grayhold, to get the lay of the castle. They used familiar nursery songs to lure us to the nursery, and then tried to tell us that we were a stain that needed to be turned into one of them, to absolve us of being the 'get of Alarice'. To become part of the Traitor's mindless army.
I thought seeing thousands murdered by plant and rat amalgamations at Bastion the night it was sacked was bad. This was. . . so much worse. It was personal.
Then the battle of Bastion came. There were gargantuan. Three of them. I will not lie. When I saw that they were made up largely of members of the Grayson family, I vomited. I let myself have that moment. Only that moment. I then charged into battle to fight them. Or, I tried. I couldn't land a hit, but neither could they hit me.
By some miracle, I survived, unscathed. Others were not so lucky. I'm so damn grateful for everyone who helped us. I might not be able to properly express that. But, I am. So. Damn. Grateful.
Maybe, one day, I'll stop having nightmares about it all. Until then, they will see what it is they've forged when they forged me into The Tenacious Griffon.
Written By Viviana
Feb. 15, 2022, 7:42 p.m.(2/15/1017 AR)
I saw what platinum looked like through the glass of a display cabinet at the Archive. The metal, it was such a cold -- distant color, stunning and yet, eerie enough to be a warning. I had a beautiful thought of a platinum basket-hilt, like a nest of vipers, guarding my hand --
Written By Monique
Feb. 15, 2022, 3:17 a.m.(2/13/1017 AR)
Relationship Note on Ember
More amusing than anyone gives her credit for. Told the best joke I've heard all year.
Written By Mikani
Feb. 14, 2022, 1:54 p.m.(2/12/1017 AR)
Sometimes I wonder if I'm turning into someone unrecognizable ....... No scholar I am not depressed. Just contemplative .... You didn't need to write that.
Written By Rufio
Feb. 13, 2022, 10:34 p.m.(2/11/1017 AR)
Oh! I almost forgot. I blame the excessive drinking. But! I had my first Archery lesson. My teacher is incredibly easy on the eyes.
I plan on learning a lot.
Very. Slowly.
I plan on learning a lot.
Very. Slowly.
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