Written By Mae
Jan. 31, 2018, 10:22 a.m.(1/25/1008 AR)
It has been a truly exhausting few days. Can I just sleep today? Or maybe this week?
No, of course not. But wouldn't it be nice...
No, of course not. But wouldn't it be nice...
Written By Alis
Jan. 31, 2018, 10:06 a.m.(1/25/1008 AR)
For both of my dear friends Lady Margerie and Sir Norwood:
I feel quite strongly that it is one word. Splitting it into two words just strips the real meaning, and just... lacks a certain oomph in implication.
But I am no scholar. I should ask Percephon!
I feel quite strongly that it is one word. Splitting it into two words just strips the real meaning, and just... lacks a certain oomph in implication.
But I am no scholar. I should ask Percephon!
Written By Norwood
Jan. 31, 2018, 9:41 a.m.(1/25/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Margerie
I sincerely and completely do not want to know what the scholars would say about it.
Written By Khanne
Jan. 31, 2018, 9:39 a.m.(1/25/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Brianna
I asked others for good memories (and I am still collecting them!), so I figured I should share one of my own.
Names have been changed to protect the innocent.
Once upon a time, there was a young girl child by the name of.... (we'll get back to that). She had stormy grey eyes and hair the color of merlot, though she didn't really know what merlot was, where she was from no wine was had. Anyway, she was a pale, lightly freckled, skinny thing from the mountains, sent to the manor in Whitehold to prepare for a trip to Farhaven. She was supposed to be shown how better to be a Lady. Having never known her mother and being raised by sword-wielding men, she was lacking a bit in the "finer graces". Surely her older cousin, Brianna Halfshav, would help show her the proper way to represent herself as a noble Lady.
This is when the young girl child (Okay, let's call her Lhanne) realized people did not always have the wisest of ideas. Had they even MET Brianna?
Brianna had big dreams, dreams of things further south than the snow line. She loved to wear the prettiest dresses, especially those gifted to her by the diplomats who came to speak to her father; the ones made in the southern territories. She would spend the time it took to dress and primp for official dinners, every hair in place, every jewel sparkling, nary a crease in her gown, but deep down, she was also had a wild streak. Proper and pleasant at the table, after she would tear the pins from her hair and go running off to play Bear Hunt with the boys. Was this what the Lhanne's father hoped for her to become? Was this the picture of a proper young Lady, meant to one day marry into a good family, have children, do any manner of elegant Lady things?
Brianna represented the sort of Lady that young Lhanne thought it would be easier to become; one who could blend in, but still be free, be herself. BUT, Biranna was also full of mischief. She knew Lhanne had a bit of a sweet tooth, so would coax her into stealing pastries from the kitchen to share, but when caught, let Lhanne take all the blame. Punishments of no sweets for a week are the worst! (Brianna, you still owe me pastries to make up for all the time lost... I mean Lhanne. You owe Lhanne.) She also took a page from Prince Kieran of Redrain's book and left frogs in my, I mean Lhanne's bed!
But, Brianna also showed Lhanne what it meant to have family, and a friend; someone other than her father and brother to count on. She showed Lhanne the meaning of sharing joy, mischief, and even comfort. Lhanne witnessed the hope Brianna had for her future, and knew that her own hopes and dreams should be nurtured and strived for. Lhanne did not stay in the Halfshav manor for long at that time, just a few months, and what would happen after that stay would change Lhanne's life forever. But... her time there....
MY time there, my time with Brianna, was some of my very happiest childhood memories. Still, I changed my name, because I am the innocent victim to her crimes of pastry thieving and mischief causing.
Names have been changed to protect the innocent.
Once upon a time, there was a young girl child by the name of.... (we'll get back to that). She had stormy grey eyes and hair the color of merlot, though she didn't really know what merlot was, where she was from no wine was had. Anyway, she was a pale, lightly freckled, skinny thing from the mountains, sent to the manor in Whitehold to prepare for a trip to Farhaven. She was supposed to be shown how better to be a Lady. Having never known her mother and being raised by sword-wielding men, she was lacking a bit in the "finer graces". Surely her older cousin, Brianna Halfshav, would help show her the proper way to represent herself as a noble Lady.
This is when the young girl child (Okay, let's call her Lhanne) realized people did not always have the wisest of ideas. Had they even MET Brianna?
Brianna had big dreams, dreams of things further south than the snow line. She loved to wear the prettiest dresses, especially those gifted to her by the diplomats who came to speak to her father; the ones made in the southern territories. She would spend the time it took to dress and primp for official dinners, every hair in place, every jewel sparkling, nary a crease in her gown, but deep down, she was also had a wild streak. Proper and pleasant at the table, after she would tear the pins from her hair and go running off to play Bear Hunt with the boys. Was this what the Lhanne's father hoped for her to become? Was this the picture of a proper young Lady, meant to one day marry into a good family, have children, do any manner of elegant Lady things?
Brianna represented the sort of Lady that young Lhanne thought it would be easier to become; one who could blend in, but still be free, be herself. BUT, Biranna was also full of mischief. She knew Lhanne had a bit of a sweet tooth, so would coax her into stealing pastries from the kitchen to share, but when caught, let Lhanne take all the blame. Punishments of no sweets for a week are the worst! (Brianna, you still owe me pastries to make up for all the time lost... I mean Lhanne. You owe Lhanne.) She also took a page from Prince Kieran of Redrain's book and left frogs in my, I mean Lhanne's bed!
But, Brianna also showed Lhanne what it meant to have family, and a friend; someone other than her father and brother to count on. She showed Lhanne the meaning of sharing joy, mischief, and even comfort. Lhanne witnessed the hope Brianna had for her future, and knew that her own hopes and dreams should be nurtured and strived for. Lhanne did not stay in the Halfshav manor for long at that time, just a few months, and what would happen after that stay would change Lhanne's life forever. But... her time there....
MY time there, my time with Brianna, was some of my very happiest childhood memories. Still, I changed my name, because I am the innocent victim to her crimes of pastry thieving and mischief causing.
Written By Corban
Jan. 31, 2018, 8:54 a.m.(1/25/1008 AR)
My project on the theory of war continues.
If you are a commander of troops in the Compact (or even a soldier in the Compact with deep theories of war) and would like to be interviewed, do send a messenger. I would be most glad to talk to you.
If you are a commander of troops in the Compact (or even a soldier in the Compact with deep theories of war) and would like to be interviewed, do send a messenger. I would be most glad to talk to you.
Written By Harlan
Jan. 31, 2018, 8:52 a.m.(1/25/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Olivia
Beloved little sister.
Written By Audric
Jan. 31, 2018, 6:31 a.m.(1/25/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Thena
Just remember to take them out every couple of hours and make sure there's kibble and water in their dishes, so on and so forth.
Written By Silas
Jan. 31, 2018, 4:52 a.m.(1/25/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Thena
It is the strangest journey, but it seems you do well with responsibility.
And that’s a good thing for everyone.
And that’s a good thing for everyone.
Written By Duarte
Jan. 31, 2018, 4:34 a.m.(1/25/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Juliana
Whatever will we do with you?
Written By Margerie
Jan. 31, 2018, 12:20 a.m.(1/24/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Norwood
If it is any consolation, I suspect it is one word, not two.
Then again, I am not certain I want to know. The scholars would need to turn to the Princess to confirm it.
Then again, I am not certain I want to know. The scholars would need to turn to the Princess to confirm it.
Written By Norwood
Jan. 31, 2018, 12:13 a.m.(1/24/1008 AR)
There are some words I never expected to issue forth from my lips.
One more lesson to always expect the unexpected.
One more lesson to always expect the unexpected.
Written By Thena
Jan. 30, 2018, 11:21 p.m.(1/24/1008 AR)
It is so strange to be responsible for the well-being of thousands of people.
So very strange.
So very strange.
Written By Thorley
Jan. 30, 2018, 10:33 p.m.(1/24/1008 AR)
The night is drawing out those unsavory souls,
The ones lost, the ones that lack goals.
I sit here at the end of the dock,
My eyes turned in the direction of Westrock.
She sits next to me, mistress,
her amber skin wishing to be devoured,
her burning lips begging for my kiss,
yet as I look into her eyes, my expression is soured.
I know it would be easy to turn to her.
She would always welcome me in her embrace.
She'd never show disappointment in her face.
Ready to coax me, to make my memories swirl.
But that is the easy way.
That is the way that I promised my Duke I'd not partake.
She holds my hand, I pull away.
Though without her, my heart feels the ache.
There is another, a ship that slipped the dock.
She claims she's a wreck, her wheelhouse under a lock.
I want to bring her to sea, to soothe her despair,
but I pushed too far, she fears the repair.
I look again to that mistress at my side.
The one that has brought me nothing but pain and sorrow.
I set her free, into the tide.
And I stand to wait, hoping that my words were not hollow.
The ones lost, the ones that lack goals.
I sit here at the end of the dock,
My eyes turned in the direction of Westrock.
She sits next to me, mistress,
her amber skin wishing to be devoured,
her burning lips begging for my kiss,
yet as I look into her eyes, my expression is soured.
I know it would be easy to turn to her.
She would always welcome me in her embrace.
She'd never show disappointment in her face.
Ready to coax me, to make my memories swirl.
But that is the easy way.
That is the way that I promised my Duke I'd not partake.
She holds my hand, I pull away.
Though without her, my heart feels the ache.
There is another, a ship that slipped the dock.
She claims she's a wreck, her wheelhouse under a lock.
I want to bring her to sea, to soothe her despair,
but I pushed too far, she fears the repair.
I look again to that mistress at my side.
The one that has brought me nothing but pain and sorrow.
I set her free, into the tide.
And I stand to wait, hoping that my words were not hollow.
Written By Felix
Jan. 30, 2018, 10:20 p.m.(1/24/1008 AR)
When a shop fills up, one usually expects it to be for business. I've found, to my pleasure, the hearth and provided alcohol - usually rum - attracts people for conversation. And when one person arrives, many more shortly follow. But work is, eventually, done. Swords and armor delivered. Bows shaped and crafted, hairpins designed and presented.
Next, on to the hairpins of my own design; though all similar in nature, the variety of colors, I hope, will be appreciated.
Next, on to the hairpins of my own design; though all similar in nature, the variety of colors, I hope, will be appreciated.
Written By Sabella
Jan. 30, 2018, 10:17 p.m.(1/24/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Reese
My younger sister. She has a lot of responsibility resting on her.
Written By Sabella
Jan. 30, 2018, 10:15 p.m.(1/24/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Lou
My older sister, still hasn't lost her sense of adventure.
Written By Gwenna
Jan. 30, 2018, 9:16 p.m.(1/24/1008 AR)
I find myself very excited about the upcoming play to be held at the Blackrose Theater. I can not recall the last time I've actually been to the theater and while there is so much to attend to, supporting the arts is just as important as many of those tasks. As well, I long to be lost in a tale for a few hours. I miss listening to such while sitting around the fire at Farhaven, my mind lost in a great story while my fingers idly worked a tapestry. I think storytelling a great art, really, and can not wait to see what tale this play will weave.
Written By Serafine
Jan. 30, 2018, 6:58 p.m.(1/24/1008 AR)
"Saw it on a quiet morning,
Early sky in purple dawning,
Resting where no one would sow it:
A wild thistle, proudly sitting.
Fearful of its leafy swords,
I still plucked it lightly for,
Not that many people know it,
Every petal's fit for eating."
See, scholar? It spells my -name-. Isn't it beautiful? Flows from the tongue like a deep kiss.
Early sky in purple dawning,
Resting where no one would sow it:
A wild thistle, proudly sitting.
Fearful of its leafy swords,
I still plucked it lightly for,
Not that many people know it,
Every petal's fit for eating."
See, scholar? It spells my -name-. Isn't it beautiful? Flows from the tongue like a deep kiss.
Written By Serafine
Jan. 30, 2018, 6:04 p.m.(1/24/1008 AR)
My beloved writes me poetry. Is it strange that a Knight can swoon over such things, clutch her heart and feel her cheeks burn with the fire of sweet lust and tender endearment? She does this to me. It makes it hard to breathe around her sometimes. Does she know how much I adore her? Does she know I'd live for her as much as I would bleed in the dust for her happiness? I pray she does. And if not, I'll do my best to show her that this is so.
Written By Joscelin
Jan. 30, 2018, 5:21 p.m.(1/24/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Torian
Oh darlin'. Trust me. I know better than most.
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