Written By Alexis
Feb. 1, 2018, 5:34 a.m.(1/27/1008 AR)
A certain close friend of mine acquaintance has given me another set of hairpins. They're beautiful. And I add them to my others.
I can't help but feel like he's telling me to grow my hair out, though.
I can't help but feel like he's telling me to grow my hair out, though.
Written By Alexis
Feb. 1, 2018, 5:32 a.m.(1/27/1008 AR)
I find myself with a somewhat daunting task, but I have promised to do my best to rise to the challenge. And I was reminded, when speaking with Duke Arn, that I do not stand alone. He's right. I was able to corner Princess Reese and extract a few tales of command and basic tactics, so now I have the commander's view on that, at least. And I will be standing with greater leaders when the time comes.
I am grateful to those willing to aid and stand beside me.
I am grateful to those willing to aid and stand beside me.
Written By Felix
Feb. 1, 2018, 2:49 a.m.(1/27/1008 AR)
Drinks at the Hundred tonight, with good companionship, if short lived. But then, get that many people together all at one table, and it takes energy to keep up. I don't blame the others for their early departure. I came in well after work had ended, and it was a good way to unwind.
Written By Sameera
Feb. 1, 2018, 2:44 a.m.(1/27/1008 AR)
*pages upon pages are sketches of jewelry*
Written By Caith
Feb. 1, 2018, 1:12 a.m.(1/26/1008 AR)
I suppose part of growing up is letting go of childhood dreams. Childish dreams? Childhood, childish -- either way, it still wounds the heart a bit, even if it must be done.
Written By Joscelin
Feb. 1, 2018, 1 a.m.(1/26/1008 AR)
There's a Tournament held for the honor of Gloria (aren't they all?) coming up and I think it's been too long since I've attended one. I could use an outlet for this over-whelming desire I've had to yell, of late, and observing a tournament is one of my favorite ways to do that.
Lots of yelling. I expect not to speak the next day.
Lots of yelling. I expect not to speak the next day.
Written By Ainsley
Jan. 31, 2018, 11:56 p.m.(1/26/1008 AR)
*A single page of one word written over and over, in shaking penmanship.*
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Written By Sparte
Jan. 31, 2018, 5:26 p.m.(1/26/1008 AR)
For Skald - A boat's potential
A boat without water can never sink
It just sits on the ground and makes people think
Would that boat be so grand in the waves and the surf?
Would it sink and be lost in soggy damp earth?
The boat without water can sail anywhere
So long as it wants to stay right there
A boat without water can never sink
It just sits on the ground and makes people think
Would that boat be so grand in the waves and the surf?
Would it sink and be lost in soggy damp earth?
The boat without water can sail anywhere
So long as it wants to stay right there
Written By Grady
Jan. 31, 2018, 4:38 p.m.(1/26/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Samantha
I'm not sure what I expected of our Marquessa. She was warm and welcoming, by turns shy and straightforward. The Deepwood family has roots here now, and I think we'll enjoy our stay here. I'll admit I wasn't too sure about making the trip but I'm excited now as possibilities open up for all of us. She welcomed us home and it really feels like we're here to stay.
Written By Grady
Jan. 31, 2018, 4:37 p.m.(1/26/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Wynna
On a walk through Arx to try to get a feel for the scope and hum of the city proper, I met a woman named Wynna. As it turns out she's a scholar in training and an explorer by choice - I'll have to introduce her to Emily and Jessa. She seems like a pleasant enough woman and it would be very nice for Emily to meet someone who shares that same need to see what's just over the horizon. I'll have to schedule time for a family and friends dinner of sorts, I suppose.
Do they even do that here?
Do they even do that here?
Written By Eirene
Jan. 31, 2018, 2:51 p.m.(1/26/1008 AR)
Sat around a bonfire, drinking, toasting a new marriage... for a few moments I could forget the magnitude of shit hanging over my head and the shadows that the firelight cast. It was almost like being out in the wilds on maneuvers, perimeter secure and fireside lighting the faces of those I trusted and loved.
Poetic, aint it?
Poetic, aint it?
Written By Brianna
Jan. 31, 2018, 2:34 p.m.(1/26/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Khanne
One could say that this young girl, let's call her Lianna, actually taught Lhanne quite a lot. You may remember stolen pastries and getting left with all of the blame, but really, I-- she was just teaching her to always know exactly how far to get yourself into someone else's plots. To be aware that sometimes the best laid plans do not always go well, especially when they are made in the middle of the night by two giggling girls. And to most importantly, never let someone else put you in a position where they can leave you with the blame.
All of these lessons and more, Lhanne learned and then surpassed. Anyone who has planned anything with the woman knows that she is thorough, detailed. Anyone who would attempt to lay blame on the woman's feet will be easily found out.
Most importantly, of course, it is now Lhanne that leads, with every confidence in her skills, rather than follows.
And Lianna still dreams of pretty dresses and freedom and the wild high of life and the dangerous edge of a blade or a laugh.
All of these lessons and more, Lhanne learned and then surpassed. Anyone who has planned anything with the woman knows that she is thorough, detailed. Anyone who would attempt to lay blame on the woman's feet will be easily found out.
Most importantly, of course, it is now Lhanne that leads, with every confidence in her skills, rather than follows.
And Lianna still dreams of pretty dresses and freedom and the wild high of life and the dangerous edge of a blade or a laugh.
Written By Rey
Jan. 31, 2018, 1:34 p.m.(1/25/1008 AR)
I dreamed of the chained man, again. I felt the weight of the earth and sea and sky pressing down on me as I approached his throne and driven down by the very weight of the atmosphere, I curtsied to him. He passed me his cup, the way he usually does, but when I looked inside, I saw not sorrow or seawater but light, a pure, wonderful golden light that swelled my soul inside me just from looking at it. I looked up at him, a question in my eyes, and I saw an answer in his. He nodded, more, in that moment, like a king than a prisoner, even though I saw tears glinting on his cheeks. Holding the cup of light carefully in both my hands, I set out on my way.
The glow of his spirit lit my way as I moved deeper into the earth, deeper and deeper still, into the dark, stale air of a tomb. My step echoed in the close space as I moved inside, and the chill of death, death beyond time, pressed in around me, but I wasn't afraid. In the center of the room, a man made of stone lay on a bier, under several swords suspended on fine threads. He could have been nothing but a statue, an effigy for a dead man, but I knew that he wasn't an effigy, and he wasn't dead. He was waiting. Waiting for me. It was for him that I had come.
Moving carefully, I sat on the edge of the bier and, as though he were one of my patients at the House of Solace, lifted him with one arm so I could put the cup to his lips. He wasn't as heavy as I expected him to be, or maybe I was stronger than I thought I was. He didn't stir at first, and the light stained his motionless stone lips with a smear of gold. But soon he took the cup of light from me and drank greedy droughts, and I could feel him warming in my arms as the light of the chained man's spirit filled him. He looked at me with eyes that were cut sapphires, and together, we rose from the bier. The Knight of Stone selected his sword from among the ones suspended above him, and held out his hand to me. He, with all of his strength, was so gentle when I took it. I went with him, he, with his sword and all of his strength to protect me, and me, with my cup of light to heal him when he needed it. Neither of us could have done what we set out to do alone.
Together, we emerged at last from beneath the earth, and the sight of the sky stretching overhead took my breath away. A thousand little pinpricks of light, like diamonds scattered on a piece of velvet, lit up the night. Earth stretched below us, and sky stretched above, as we stepped at last into the fresh air and began our journey.
The glow of his spirit lit my way as I moved deeper into the earth, deeper and deeper still, into the dark, stale air of a tomb. My step echoed in the close space as I moved inside, and the chill of death, death beyond time, pressed in around me, but I wasn't afraid. In the center of the room, a man made of stone lay on a bier, under several swords suspended on fine threads. He could have been nothing but a statue, an effigy for a dead man, but I knew that he wasn't an effigy, and he wasn't dead. He was waiting. Waiting for me. It was for him that I had come.
Moving carefully, I sat on the edge of the bier and, as though he were one of my patients at the House of Solace, lifted him with one arm so I could put the cup to his lips. He wasn't as heavy as I expected him to be, or maybe I was stronger than I thought I was. He didn't stir at first, and the light stained his motionless stone lips with a smear of gold. But soon he took the cup of light from me and drank greedy droughts, and I could feel him warming in my arms as the light of the chained man's spirit filled him. He looked at me with eyes that were cut sapphires, and together, we rose from the bier. The Knight of Stone selected his sword from among the ones suspended above him, and held out his hand to me. He, with all of his strength, was so gentle when I took it. I went with him, he, with his sword and all of his strength to protect me, and me, with my cup of light to heal him when he needed it. Neither of us could have done what we set out to do alone.
Together, we emerged at last from beneath the earth, and the sight of the sky stretching overhead took my breath away. A thousand little pinpricks of light, like diamonds scattered on a piece of velvet, lit up the night. Earth stretched below us, and sky stretched above, as we stepped at last into the fresh air and began our journey.
Written By Percephon
Jan. 31, 2018, 1:22 p.m.(1/25/1008 AR)
I believe that the term is a word blend -- not exactly a portmanteau -- and certainly not a term that is found in the standard Arxian lexicon. However, it is a rather charming colloquialism that I believe should remain as one word. Versus the most polite three-word term which is more widely used and known. Although, it lacks the impact that the original term seems to have.
That is only my scholarly opinion on the matter.
Lord Percephon Trollm-- (the word has been crossed out in a single bold line, and replaced by:) Telmar
Magister of the Vellichorian Academy
That is only my scholarly opinion on the matter.
Lord Percephon Trollm-- (the word has been crossed out in a single bold line, and replaced by:) Telmar
Magister of the Vellichorian Academy
Written By Margerie
Jan. 31, 2018, 1:07 p.m.(1/25/1008 AR)
Credit to where it is due. The Princess must be granted sole victory in this contest. Though her recent alliance with Lady Khanne in the matter may prove an even greater rout.
Written By Norwood
Jan. 31, 2018, 1:02 p.m.(1/25/1008 AR)
At this point I believe silence is the better part of valor and I will retreat there. Princess Alis, Lady Margerie - to the two of you I concede a victory here.
Written By Sorrel
Jan. 31, 2018, 12:56 p.m.(1/25/1008 AR)
I have edited the Valardin lullaby. I think it flows better this way:
Hush! Hush, Baby!
Someday you'll be a knight,
You'll guard over the Oathlands
And keep it day and night!
Sleep now, Baby!
Find strength and courage, too.
Be loyal and have honor
For many trust in you.
Quiet, Baby!
Keep Faith always in mind.
True power can be fragile,
But less so if you're kind.
Sleepy, Baby!
Your hand will hold the sword!
Always be the truest liege:
A lady or a lord!
Hush! Hush, Baby!
Someday you'll be a knight,
You'll guard over the Oathlands
And keep it day and night!
Sleep now, Baby!
Find strength and courage, too.
Be loyal and have honor
For many trust in you.
Quiet, Baby!
Keep Faith always in mind.
True power can be fragile,
But less so if you're kind.
Sleepy, Baby!
Your hand will hold the sword!
Always be the truest liege:
A lady or a lord!
Written By Derovai
Jan. 31, 2018, 11:09 a.m.(1/25/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Margerie
My cupcake liquor has been sent on its way to another home, but if it's spirits you want, Lady Keaton, I'm quite sure a similarly delicious concoction could be devised.
Written By Margerie
Jan. 31, 2018, 10:44 a.m.(1/25/1008 AR)
Dear Scholars,
She asked Percephon. She truly asked him.
My daughter is going to return to visit with a shockingly interesting vocabulary. I do understand how she has come to adore her friends, though. Such vibrant spirits.
She asked Percephon. She truly asked him.
My daughter is going to return to visit with a shockingly interesting vocabulary. I do understand how she has come to adore her friends, though. Such vibrant spirits.
Written By Khanne
Jan. 31, 2018, 10:36 a.m.(1/25/1008 AR)
I just want to know what the one word, or two words, is!
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