Written By Harlan
Feb. 9, 2018, 4:02 p.m.(2/23/1008 AR)
Note to self: Arrange for clothing well before an event. It's probably better that way.
Written By Alarissa
Feb. 9, 2018, 3:52 p.m.(2/23/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Esra
I had not laid this to paper before, because I had hoped it would be just an uncomfortable situation and that the individual in question would at some point give sincere apology for his actions, and understand how the act that committed, could have been taken far worse than it was. I was one of, I presume there were others, the peerage assaulted by the former Wyrmguard.
In my library, after Master Esra visited on the pretenses of being there under the auspices of the Scholars to search for a tome, proceeded to with physical actions, accuse me of being abyssal tainted. To the point of flashing a mirror at me and demanding that I douse my palms in the liquid in his flask after he splashed his own hands with such and my floor. I politely declined and informed him that I appreciated his offer but that it was unnecessary.
Master Esra then took it upon himself to throw the liquid in my face, liquid that I did not know the contents of, after commenting 'oh no, not again' with such force that he toppled forward and my face, dress, the half finished books beside me were drenched in what thankfully only turned out to be simply water. It could very well have been something else and permanent damage incurred or worse. Before then, he was a stranger to me. Invited into my home to speak with me when he asked. He stood up at sword point of my personal guard and protesting loudly that he could not comprehend what he had done wrong, was escorted to the edge of the Thrax ward and told that he was unwelcome and never to return.
He is still unwelcome within the ward of Thrax. I thank the appropriate authorities to seeing to the welfare of a man so clearly touched in the head. may he get the help that he so clearly needs. One shouldn't need to fear being assaulted in their own home by individuals of the peerage, formerly or current.
In my library, after Master Esra visited on the pretenses of being there under the auspices of the Scholars to search for a tome, proceeded to with physical actions, accuse me of being abyssal tainted. To the point of flashing a mirror at me and demanding that I douse my palms in the liquid in his flask after he splashed his own hands with such and my floor. I politely declined and informed him that I appreciated his offer but that it was unnecessary.
Master Esra then took it upon himself to throw the liquid in my face, liquid that I did not know the contents of, after commenting 'oh no, not again' with such force that he toppled forward and my face, dress, the half finished books beside me were drenched in what thankfully only turned out to be simply water. It could very well have been something else and permanent damage incurred or worse. Before then, he was a stranger to me. Invited into my home to speak with me when he asked. He stood up at sword point of my personal guard and protesting loudly that he could not comprehend what he had done wrong, was escorted to the edge of the Thrax ward and told that he was unwelcome and never to return.
He is still unwelcome within the ward of Thrax. I thank the appropriate authorities to seeing to the welfare of a man so clearly touched in the head. may he get the help that he so clearly needs. One shouldn't need to fear being assaulted in their own home by individuals of the peerage, formerly or current.
Written By Ianna
Feb. 9, 2018, 3:51 p.m.(2/23/1008 AR)
It is my understanding that "obstruction of justice" has a very specific legal meaning, and unless information is being withheld, I do not see the accused actions meeting those criteria.
Written By Aldwin
Feb. 9, 2018, 3:51 p.m.(2/23/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Esra
The Faith of the Pantheon recognizes zealotry when we see it. We know fanaticism. It can be a powerful source of good, a fervor that allows us to recognize something more important than self, to be willing to die for the gods if needs be. But we see the times it can lead a man astray, and those are tragedies. When a man becomes so convinced he has the answers, he permits himself to see nothing to contradict it. There is a pride in that, a sort of poisonous arrogance that convinces a man so brittle inside he must build a wall about himself, and hear nothing that would ever threaten the fragile edifice upon which he lives.
We shall pray for Esra. We hope the gods are able to help him see his error. But sometimes, to our sorrow, the only way is to watch their own built walls shatter and come tumbling down.
We shall pray for Esra. We hope the gods are able to help him see his error. But sometimes, to our sorrow, the only way is to watch their own built walls shatter and come tumbling down.
Written By Itzal
Feb. 9, 2018, 3:46 p.m.(2/23/1008 AR)
I never thought I'd learn from either the Faith nor the Inquisition how to put up a show, and yet, I'm found staring in wonder at these spectacular displays.
Much like the rest of Arx, I expect.
Much like the rest of Arx, I expect.
Written By Karadoc
Feb. 9, 2018, 3:35 p.m.(2/23/1008 AR)
A fable.
The Bad Man was hungry for knowledge. "I will know everything!" he said, raising his fists to the sky. He went from scholar to scholar, but he did not like anything they said, he did not like anything at all. One was too boring, and the other told him things that made him uncomfortable. Again and again they told him things he did not want to be true.
He went home. He said to himself, "Is this everything? Am I truly learning what I want to know? I speak and I listen, but I had hoped to dig and unearth different things entirely! I know there are dangerous secrets, and these I would know, but what would it take to know them? Years of living among parchment, vows not to tell anyone, how tiresome! I will have my own secrets and I will spread them and if enough people share and believe them, that will be very like them being true and it will entertain me besides!"
So the Bad Man retired to his desk and entertained himself immensely, but his mind stayed small, and loveless, loveless stayed he.
The Bad Man was hungry for knowledge. "I will know everything!" he said, raising his fists to the sky. He went from scholar to scholar, but he did not like anything they said, he did not like anything at all. One was too boring, and the other told him things that made him uncomfortable. Again and again they told him things he did not want to be true.
He went home. He said to himself, "Is this everything? Am I truly learning what I want to know? I speak and I listen, but I had hoped to dig and unearth different things entirely! I know there are dangerous secrets, and these I would know, but what would it take to know them? Years of living among parchment, vows not to tell anyone, how tiresome! I will have my own secrets and I will spread them and if enough people share and believe them, that will be very like them being true and it will entertain me besides!"
So the Bad Man retired to his desk and entertained himself immensely, but his mind stayed small, and loveless, loveless stayed he.
Written By Percephon
Feb. 9, 2018, 3 p.m.(2/23/1008 AR)
This is why we cannot have nice things.
Written By Petal
Feb. 9, 2018, 1:50 p.m.(2/23/1008 AR)
I made five masks for the ball! Some are orders and two were just things I wanted to make. Animal masks are fun to make. But I did work really hard on such. I wasn't going to do myself, but then there was this scholar named Derovai was got me mask and said I should. So maybe I will, I don't know. It will be so many people though! It might be fun to see my costumes being worn though.
Written By Ann
Feb. 9, 2018, 1:44 p.m.(2/23/1008 AR)
Alas! My prospective date for this evening's masquerade has had something come up and has informed me they won't be able to make it.
I think I will catch up on my projects and take a nice long sleep.
I think I will catch up on my projects and take a nice long sleep.
Written By Derovai
Feb. 9, 2018, 1:16 p.m.(2/23/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Cadenza
Written with more flourish than is strictly necessary, the writer clearly enjoying the missive:
If you need lessons in how to keep your patience, Your Highness, I am a ready volunteer, as I am with Countess Reigna Keaton's attempts to get angry!
If you need lessons in how to keep your patience, Your Highness, I am a ready volunteer, as I am with Countess Reigna Keaton's attempts to get angry!
Written By Cadenza
Feb. 9, 2018, 12:24 p.m.(2/23/1008 AR)
Today is the day of the party.....
Let's do this.
In other news....I'm learning patience. Lots of patience. But....some things are worth fighting for and I will continue to fight.
Let's do this.
In other news....I'm learning patience. Lots of patience. But....some things are worth fighting for and I will continue to fight.
Written By Joscelin
Feb. 9, 2018, 11:47 a.m.(2/23/1008 AR)
You can do everything right along the way and still lose. That is not a failure. That is life.
Written By Percephon
Feb. 9, 2018, 11:15 a.m.(2/23/1008 AR)
At part of my new duties within the Scholars of Vellichor, I have taken to transcribing some of the songs and poetry that I have the opportunity to read within the Whites. This has included the verses of Lady Amarantha Sanna and the songs of Lady Sorrel Wyrmguard. All of these transcriptions shall be copied and bound into volumes that will be added to the Stacks within time.
If you, Constant Reader, have an interest to have any of your own verses, songs, or stories added to the Archives -- please, send forth a copy to me.
If you, Constant Reader, have an interest to have any of your own verses, songs, or stories added to the Archives -- please, send forth a copy to me.
Written By Isabetta
Feb. 9, 2018, 11:12 a.m.(2/23/1008 AR)
Please not from the Lyceum. Please not from the Lyceum. Please not from the Lyceum. Please not from the Lyceum. Please not from the Lyceum. Please not from the Lyceum. Please not from the Lyceum. *Scribe note: The Lady Isabetta repeats this phrase countless more times after reading through journal entries for a while. For the sake of time and resources, let it be known that this phrase continues for some time. The next portion is what she eventually said later.
Gods, I know I do not pray often, but just this once. .
*Then she repeats the phrase several more times.
Gods, I know I do not pray often, but just this once. .
*Then she repeats the phrase several more times.
Written By Lucita
Feb. 9, 2018, 9:22 a.m.(2/22/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Amarantha
Oh, my sweet, talented cousin has let me read and make a copy of a book of poems she wrote. I'm going to put it with my music collection because they have the potential to become the basis of a song and inspire music. I hope she will soon write more!
Written By Lucita
Feb. 9, 2018, 9:18 a.m.(2/22/1008 AR)
To know people liked the song, enjoyed it enough to sing it round campfires and while mending armor was a relief. It was required a lot of time and thought and effort to combine a catchy tune with the needed wording. I hope others in the Compact will also enjoy and use it. The household servants, in the meantime, won't have to worry about what to use in coaxing bedded fireplace embers to a warm blaze in mornings, there are lots of crumpled song failure papers to use.
Written By Magpie
Feb. 9, 2018, 8:39 a.m.(2/22/1008 AR)
Luca was writing about my Pecker in the whites. Ah, another goal crossed off the bucket list.
Written By Quenia
Feb. 9, 2018, 8:37 a.m.(2/22/1008 AR)
It was such a lovely time to have everyone over to dinner last night. Topics of conversation revolved around war, marriage, potential matches, and a spider garden to honor the Queen of Endings chosen. Not for my garden, mind. I've graciously offered all the spiders in my household to enjoy this new garden.
More importantly, the majority of the family was introduced to Prince Aurelian. I believe a few had a splendid time trying to get a reaction out of him; a most amusing feat.
Good food, good wine, good people. Who could want for more? Here's to hoping we have many more such dinners. Though, I fear I may need to diversify our guests a bit more. Now, who to invite next time...
More importantly, the majority of the family was introduced to Prince Aurelian. I believe a few had a splendid time trying to get a reaction out of him; a most amusing feat.
Good food, good wine, good people. Who could want for more? Here's to hoping we have many more such dinners. Though, I fear I may need to diversify our guests a bit more. Now, who to invite next time...
Written By Tovell
Feb. 9, 2018, 12:38 a.m.(2/22/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Corban
It was great to see my brother today. I am very proud of him and my family. I hope to se more of him.
Written By Tovell
Feb. 9, 2018, 12:38 a.m.(2/22/1008 AR)
I have returned to Arx after tending to my oath and obligations. I am a very lucky man to be in service to the God's. My sacred duty upon the King's Own was never one that was difficult for me to make. I love my family but my temper needed a direction and focus. And with the help of the Gods I have begun to make progress. It helps that I absolutely believe and love what I do and stand for. I hope and pray in the coming war that I shall be of service and that I will do my share in the name of the King to prevent the suffering of those who might otherwise meet a darker fate were it not for our prayers and sacrifices of self.
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