Written By Fairen
Feb. 1, 2018, 2:50 p.m.(1/28/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Cara
It is curious that you are so specific about the genders involved here. My observation is that this is a personal experience you are relating on some degree of subtly.
Written By Cara
Feb. 1, 2018, 1:47 p.m.(1/27/1008 AR)
If a woman stands up and reaches out for freedom, only to be struck by a wicked man who wishes to keep her in chains, is the blood that falls her fault for provoking him?
No.
It is the fault of the wicked man, and only he, for we each determine our own actions and none other.
No.
It is the fault of the wicked man, and only he, for we each determine our own actions and none other.
Written By Fairen
Feb. 1, 2018, 1:17 p.m.(1/27/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Cassima
Please expand on this concept for me. You will find that I have... Interest.
Written By Marian
Feb. 1, 2018, 1:10 p.m.(1/27/1008 AR)
The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over again, but expecting different results.
Written By Roran
Feb. 1, 2018, 12:20 p.m.(1/27/1008 AR)
What small thing can you do today, that is different from your routine? I encourage you to try something a little different, even if its something simple as adding a little cream to your routine bowl of porridge. Embrace a little change today.
Written By Isolde
Feb. 1, 2018, 12:11 p.m.(1/27/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Cassima
I would like a copy, should you make any.
Written By Cirroch
Feb. 1, 2018, 11:29 a.m.(1/27/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Cassima
I am already falling asleep just reading this white journal about your banking book.
Written By Cassima
Feb. 1, 2018, 11:27 a.m.(1/27/1008 AR)
I have decided to author a book in my spare time, discussing different banking interest and exchange rates, and how to calculate investment returns. I daresay I shall only need one copy, as few will find such things of much interest, but it will help me put my thoughts on the matter in order.
I shall call it "The Origins of Specie".
I shall call it "The Origins of Specie".
Written By Thorley
Feb. 1, 2018, 11:22 a.m.(1/27/1008 AR)
When I was young, I used to sit near the Lastlight in my private time and watch the ships on the bay. Even then I wanted to sail and be the Captain of my own ship someday. I remember that my adoptive father had this longship that was very finely made in a glass bottle upon his shelf. I wanted to see it sail and thought I could get it out of the bottle and watch it on the water.
I ended up breaking the bottle. The ship was not as seaworthy as I had hoped - and my ass was tanned a dark red by the time he was done.
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But it had sparked an interest. I remember making paper sails with Lysa, showing her how to set it upon the water. And they would float away, before eventually becoming soak and sinking. But for those moments that they were upon the water, her life was delighted in them. After she was lost - I was done with such things. I was scuttled in my own heart.
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Then Duke Ryhalt came and I sobered. When I realized how many bottles I had lying around - I decided to do something constructive with them. I usually build a small ship within the larger bottles. I find it calms me to work with the intricate tools, assembling the pieces within the bottle. So careful not to lose integrity. It is not something that can be rushed. It is a lesson I am being reminded of.
Perhaps I should share one. So that it's understood.
I ended up breaking the bottle. The ship was not as seaworthy as I had hoped - and my ass was tanned a dark red by the time he was done.
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But it had sparked an interest. I remember making paper sails with Lysa, showing her how to set it upon the water. And they would float away, before eventually becoming soak and sinking. But for those moments that they were upon the water, her life was delighted in them. After she was lost - I was done with such things. I was scuttled in my own heart.
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Then Duke Ryhalt came and I sobered. When I realized how many bottles I had lying around - I decided to do something constructive with them. I usually build a small ship within the larger bottles. I find it calms me to work with the intricate tools, assembling the pieces within the bottle. So careful not to lose integrity. It is not something that can be rushed. It is a lesson I am being reminded of.
Perhaps I should share one. So that it's understood.
Written By Isolde
Feb. 1, 2018, 11:02 a.m.(1/27/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Norwood
If you're looking for a place to quietly reflect and mediate, I'd suggest visiting the shrine of the thirteenth.
Although anyone might still wander in--they will largely be respectful of your space, as they're visiting for the same reason.
I hope this helps. In such trying times, I believe everyone needs a silent moment to introspect.
Although anyone might still wander in--they will largely be respectful of your space, as they're visiting for the same reason.
I hope this helps. In such trying times, I believe everyone needs a silent moment to introspect.
Written By Eirene
Feb. 1, 2018, 10:15 a.m.(1/27/1008 AR)
Message received. With all the punctuation you could throw on it. You win this one.
Damn good thing I'm already a drunk.
Damn good thing I'm already a drunk.
Written By Wynna
Feb. 1, 2018, 9:59 a.m.(1/27/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Rinel
Rather goes beyond friendship at this point, I think. I feel very strongly for her.
Written By Cassima
Feb. 1, 2018, 9:37 a.m.(1/27/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Galen
It's a new day, cousin. We shall see if I love you or desire to slap you by the end of it.
Really it seems every day can go either way.
Really it seems every day can go either way.
Written By Norwood
Feb. 1, 2018, 9:17 a.m.(1/27/1008 AR)
In a city like Arx it seems to be difficult to find a space for reflection where others may not wander in, or be only a wall away.
Written By Jacque
Feb. 1, 2018, 9:14 a.m.(1/27/1008 AR)
You learn something new every single day. And then you learn something terrifying, too, and you're afraid of what that knowledge is going to cost you in the end.
Written By Thena
Feb. 1, 2018, 9:10 a.m.(1/27/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Preston
I’m glad to hear one of my favorite smiths outfitted my favorite shield.
(to anyone reading this who wasn’t at the fire at Merchant West, I am being entirely literal)
(to anyone reading this who wasn’t at the fire at Merchant West, I am being entirely literal)
Written By Preston
Feb. 1, 2018, 8:19 a.m.(1/27/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Aleksei
I am sorry if others are being unkind - I have always been happy to say that though we might disagree on methods of worship and style, I have never had any reason to doubt your piety or your good character, and will forever be humbled to know you.
Written By Preston
Feb. 1, 2018, 8:13 a.m.(1/27/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Alexis
Though finished to my designs, it was Dame Alexis' forge in the Dragon Hearth that served to create my set of armour and her skill that ensured the high quality of it. Though the helmet is perhaps more fiddly, and the gauntlets more old fashioned, the quality of the work shines through. And the design is not too far from Templar norms. The red steel is covered white, with the edges and ridges made gold. But, a small line of the Rubicund is left between the two to shine. And perhaps it will help me stand out on the field to those that need to find me. It will certainly look appropriately impressive when I must guard the Dominus for events. I cannot thank Dame Alexis for her skill enough in this.
Written By Ann
Feb. 1, 2018, 6:25 a.m.(1/27/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Khanne
We got to talking tonight about happy memories, and since I support your initiative with all of my heart - I will go ahead and add mine to your collection. It's not much, but here it is.
I spent my entire life with my nose in a book - men, women, people in general never interested me. I've always shared my bed with books, rather than people. It was always history and numbers and stories and knowledge that fascinated me. Not that I looked down on people, but it's harder for me to read people than a book. I mean, I tried once. I really did - and it ended terribly. But it was easy for me to close myself up again and delve into the comforts of whiskey and dry toast and parchment and ink.
But by and by I met someone that was my intellectual peer. Entirely not my type. Stupid little hat, you see. Entirely off-putting. But there was a connection. I kept coming back for more, wanting to unravel him like a cheap sweater.
One day I asked to do something stupid - doesn't matter what it was. I jumped in over my head, but he was there. To protect me from myself (my own worst enemy). He could see I was drowning and saved me by giving me a firm right hook.
Once I was back to my senses, I realized the true depths of my ignorance, and I could think clearly and the path I had been searching for was clear to me even if he (or anyone else) never 'got it'. It was he that was my illumination, my light in the dark. I only have him to thank - and the right hook might have stolen my heart. At least a piece of it - I mean after all who has the balls to set a person straight like that? His brutal honesty is always scathing, but he's never steered me wrong.
Unfortunately, it wasn't meant to be. I never got to unravel him but he still remains a light in the dark and one day, I want to be his. When he needs me, I will be there as he was for me. My best friend.
I spent my entire life with my nose in a book - men, women, people in general never interested me. I've always shared my bed with books, rather than people. It was always history and numbers and stories and knowledge that fascinated me. Not that I looked down on people, but it's harder for me to read people than a book. I mean, I tried once. I really did - and it ended terribly. But it was easy for me to close myself up again and delve into the comforts of whiskey and dry toast and parchment and ink.
But by and by I met someone that was my intellectual peer. Entirely not my type. Stupid little hat, you see. Entirely off-putting. But there was a connection. I kept coming back for more, wanting to unravel him like a cheap sweater.
One day I asked to do something stupid - doesn't matter what it was. I jumped in over my head, but he was there. To protect me from myself (my own worst enemy). He could see I was drowning and saved me by giving me a firm right hook.
Once I was back to my senses, I realized the true depths of my ignorance, and I could think clearly and the path I had been searching for was clear to me even if he (or anyone else) never 'got it'. It was he that was my illumination, my light in the dark. I only have him to thank - and the right hook might have stolen my heart. At least a piece of it - I mean after all who has the balls to set a person straight like that? His brutal honesty is always scathing, but he's never steered me wrong.
Unfortunately, it wasn't meant to be. I never got to unravel him but he still remains a light in the dark and one day, I want to be his. When he needs me, I will be there as he was for me. My best friend.
Written By Alexis
Feb. 1, 2018, 5:36 a.m.(1/27/1008 AR)
I have come to find that I quite enjoy working in Rubicund, for all that Redsteel requires a patient hand. And I'm pleased to have finished another set of armour.
I also had the joy of working in Alaricite once more. As hard as it is, it is easy to get lost in the work of shaping it. To make it sing. To, as I've discussed with fellow smiths, find the shape it wishes to have.
So far I've been lucky, and not met a piece of alaricite that wanted to be a dagger when I was comissioned to make a piece of armour.
So far.
I also had the joy of working in Alaricite once more. As hard as it is, it is easy to get lost in the work of shaping it. To make it sing. To, as I've discussed with fellow smiths, find the shape it wishes to have.
So far I've been lucky, and not met a piece of alaricite that wanted to be a dagger when I was comissioned to make a piece of armour.
So far.
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