Written By Mae
Jan. 28, 2018, 2:06 a.m.(1/19/1008 AR)
Commoners Bulletin V2N2 - 01/18/1008 AR (01/27/2017)
The Commoners Bulletin is a condensed version of the news, happenings, and proclamations given out in the past fortnight! If you have news to include in the bulletin, or you believe I've missed something, please send word! (OOC: Using mail is good!)
-Mae Grayhope, Commoners Council
NEWS:
*With the birth of an heir to the duchy, House Farshaw bought a round of drinks for all of Arx and all of Westrock Reach, and they’ve also made a large donation to the orphanages here in Arx.
*At the Training Center, Champion Caspian Wild hosted a free-for-all fight, to honor Gloria, to test the warriors of the Compact, and to have some fun. Princess Reese Grayson won, because she’s incredible. In the aftermath, Prince Ainsley Grayson had some choice words about the winner. See further down for more information.
*Grumpy turtle beat Peppy turtle in Turtle Fight 1. Both turtles were NOT put in a soup because some silly woman insisted on buying them.
*One Redrain princess was seen in the Lowers and elsewhere in Arx doing more than a little hard work in the name of charity. Considering how Redrain has traditionally ignored the Lowers, this was certainly good news! Keep it up, Princess.
*The white journals exploded, in wake of Prince Ainsley’s public spat with Princess Reese. Topics ranged from how the nobility ought to hide their squabbles from commoners to how they ought not squabble at all. Much was said about what made a princess “spoiled”, and there were no shortage of nobles who stood up to proudly declare how being born with piles of silver and having every opportunity available to them and being able to buy whatever they liked did not make them spoiled. That was followed by reminders of how difficult the burden of nobility was. This is, of course, absurd. If any noble wants to discuss how to properly use the white journals, and how to properly celebrate the gift of their own birth, I can recommend several sources.
*Another furor broke out in the whites after a certain duke proclaimed he was happy to see so many unwed women in this city. He viewed them like flowers, beautiful and alluring, but not necessarily useful. He needed to claim a flower that was also useful, not just beautiful. After several retorts, the populace decided to make a game out of it, and chose what flowers they would best represent. I think most of us are ground-ivy.
* Baron Estaban Saik married Lady Lucita Igniseri. Let us all pray for many beautiful babies!
PROCLAMATIONS:
*Duchess Calypso announced Lady Enyo Malvici is to marry Baron Stefano Gilden. She is wild and passionate. He is gorgeous and honorable. Together, I might wager they’ll be unstoppable.
*Archscholar Bianca appointed Brother Driskell as Prelate of the Scholars. Brother Driskell will speak with the Archscholar’s voice in matters of the Disciples of Vellichor.
*Duchess Clover Farshaw and Duke Ryhalt were ever so happy to welcome Lady Ivy Mae Farshaw into this world. The heir to Farshaw came early, but is in good health, and will surely prove to be exceptional in every single way. Goddess bless this beautiful babe.
*High Lord Darren Redrain confirmed the death of his cousin, Prince Fergus Redrain.
*Prince Darren also announced that Princess Marian would take over as War Chief. He also named Princess Donella and Princess Gwenna as his voices. Princess Donella has proven herself more than capable, handling more than a few matters within Thrax before marrying Prince Darren. Princess Gwenna will surely have the support she needs to do her job well.
*House Fidante has announced the birth of Lord Leandro Fidante, heir to Tor. Congratulations to Duchess Calista and Duke Inigo!
*Prince Ainsley Grayson apologized for, like, everything. The Prince had a bit of a tantrum and called his cousin, Princess Reese Grayson, a spoiled brat. Prince Ainsley apologized, then assured the Compact he’d continue to suffer as Voice of House Grayson.
*Princess Reese accepted Prince Ainsley’s apology. This caused a whole lot of back and forth fighting in the white journals. Should Ainsley have actually stepped down? Should Princess Reese be named a Voice? Is being called a Voice a punishment? Should Lady Arianna Stonewood never, ever, ever, ever, ever write a white journal again? These are the questions to be answered. (Please, House Stonewood, take away her pen.)
*In our House Greenmarch section: Prince Fiarcha has stepped down as Voice. If Greenmarch is looking for a new Voice, I happen to know Lady Arianna has too much free time on her hands.
The Commoners Bulletin is a condensed version of the news, happenings, and proclamations given out in the past fortnight! If you have news to include in the bulletin, or you believe I've missed something, please send word! (OOC: Using mail is good!)
-Mae Grayhope, Commoners Council
NEWS:
*With the birth of an heir to the duchy, House Farshaw bought a round of drinks for all of Arx and all of Westrock Reach, and they’ve also made a large donation to the orphanages here in Arx.
*At the Training Center, Champion Caspian Wild hosted a free-for-all fight, to honor Gloria, to test the warriors of the Compact, and to have some fun. Princess Reese Grayson won, because she’s incredible. In the aftermath, Prince Ainsley Grayson had some choice words about the winner. See further down for more information.
*Grumpy turtle beat Peppy turtle in Turtle Fight 1. Both turtles were NOT put in a soup because some silly woman insisted on buying them.
*One Redrain princess was seen in the Lowers and elsewhere in Arx doing more than a little hard work in the name of charity. Considering how Redrain has traditionally ignored the Lowers, this was certainly good news! Keep it up, Princess.
*The white journals exploded, in wake of Prince Ainsley’s public spat with Princess Reese. Topics ranged from how the nobility ought to hide their squabbles from commoners to how they ought not squabble at all. Much was said about what made a princess “spoiled”, and there were no shortage of nobles who stood up to proudly declare how being born with piles of silver and having every opportunity available to them and being able to buy whatever they liked did not make them spoiled. That was followed by reminders of how difficult the burden of nobility was. This is, of course, absurd. If any noble wants to discuss how to properly use the white journals, and how to properly celebrate the gift of their own birth, I can recommend several sources.
*Another furor broke out in the whites after a certain duke proclaimed he was happy to see so many unwed women in this city. He viewed them like flowers, beautiful and alluring, but not necessarily useful. He needed to claim a flower that was also useful, not just beautiful. After several retorts, the populace decided to make a game out of it, and chose what flowers they would best represent. I think most of us are ground-ivy.
* Baron Estaban Saik married Lady Lucita Igniseri. Let us all pray for many beautiful babies!
PROCLAMATIONS:
*Duchess Calypso announced Lady Enyo Malvici is to marry Baron Stefano Gilden. She is wild and passionate. He is gorgeous and honorable. Together, I might wager they’ll be unstoppable.
*Archscholar Bianca appointed Brother Driskell as Prelate of the Scholars. Brother Driskell will speak with the Archscholar’s voice in matters of the Disciples of Vellichor.
*Duchess Clover Farshaw and Duke Ryhalt were ever so happy to welcome Lady Ivy Mae Farshaw into this world. The heir to Farshaw came early, but is in good health, and will surely prove to be exceptional in every single way. Goddess bless this beautiful babe.
*High Lord Darren Redrain confirmed the death of his cousin, Prince Fergus Redrain.
*Prince Darren also announced that Princess Marian would take over as War Chief. He also named Princess Donella and Princess Gwenna as his voices. Princess Donella has proven herself more than capable, handling more than a few matters within Thrax before marrying Prince Darren. Princess Gwenna will surely have the support she needs to do her job well.
*House Fidante has announced the birth of Lord Leandro Fidante, heir to Tor. Congratulations to Duchess Calista and Duke Inigo!
*Prince Ainsley Grayson apologized for, like, everything. The Prince had a bit of a tantrum and called his cousin, Princess Reese Grayson, a spoiled brat. Prince Ainsley apologized, then assured the Compact he’d continue to suffer as Voice of House Grayson.
*Princess Reese accepted Prince Ainsley’s apology. This caused a whole lot of back and forth fighting in the white journals. Should Ainsley have actually stepped down? Should Princess Reese be named a Voice? Is being called a Voice a punishment? Should Lady Arianna Stonewood never, ever, ever, ever, ever write a white journal again? These are the questions to be answered. (Please, House Stonewood, take away her pen.)
*In our House Greenmarch section: Prince Fiarcha has stepped down as Voice. If Greenmarch is looking for a new Voice, I happen to know Lady Arianna has too much free time on her hands.
Written By Caelis
Jan. 28, 2018, 12:06 a.m.(1/18/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Aurelian
I like him. Of my Valardin cousins I have so many of now, I think he spends the most time with me. Often over porridge by the kitchens on quiet mornings or the like. Though for his quiet humor, I worry he's quite exasperated with me. This evening I had a wonderful evening time at Baron Estaban's wedding and poor Aurelian was doing his best to attend me before letting his guard down. I gave him the slip like so many guards and hope he is not too cross with my clever antics.
Written By Arn
Jan. 27, 2018, 11:29 p.m.(1/18/1008 AR)
Went to this wedding reception and almost everyone left. I still got it.
Written By Orathy
Jan. 27, 2018, 11:05 p.m.(1/18/1008 AR)
Reckon I will be Orathy Culler and stomp on all your flowers.
Boot. Heel. To. ALL. YOUR. FLOWERS.
Pansy asses. HAH.
Boot. Heel. To. ALL. YOUR. FLOWERS.
Pansy asses. HAH.
Written By Margerie
Jan. 27, 2018, 10:40 p.m.(1/18/1008 AR)
My time in Arx has taught me so much in so short a time. Tonight's lesson is joy, and the strange way joy and the past can entwine to create an emotion I cannot quite put a word to. The awareness of the vast gulf between joy and the parts of light that seem so empty of it. Is there a word for the keen awareness of that space?
Written By Donaldo
Jan. 27, 2018, 10:28 p.m.(1/18/1008 AR)
Oh, I should add as well...
I am a coffee cherry flower. Easily.
I am a coffee cherry flower. Easily.
Written By Caspian
Jan. 27, 2018, 9:54 p.m.(1/18/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Donella
You have given me a kindness that I could never repay in a thousand years. If it were not for you, I would be shackled in virtual slavery. Everything I am, everything I achieve, all started with you and freeing me from Thralldom. Thank you, thank you from the bottom of my heart.
I hope someday I can at least try to pay you back for what you've done.
I hope someday I can at least try to pay you back for what you've done.
Written By Caspian
Jan. 27, 2018, 9:50 p.m.(1/18/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Monique
I still have Nature's Fury. I thought of selling it, but it's a beautiful dagger, and it was a gift from you. I treasure it too much to sell. I hope to some day give it to a new duelist who is down on his luck, like you did for me.
Written By Donaldo
Jan. 27, 2018, 9:50 p.m.(1/18/1008 AR)
I was asked about the white journals and what I thought. I began to explain my thoughts on the practice in general.
They stopped me and asked about specific whites and flowers.
A great tragedy to compare our women to flowers, yet they compare themselves. Stars seems to be a fair comparison and that is allowed but I do not know why.
These are the luxuries we enjoy in the city. No one cares what they are called or compared to when we huddle for warmth in a mountain pass or sharing rations at sea.
I hope I am never so long in civilization that I begin to worry so much about things that do not matter.
They stopped me and asked about specific whites and flowers.
A great tragedy to compare our women to flowers, yet they compare themselves. Stars seems to be a fair comparison and that is allowed but I do not know why.
These are the luxuries we enjoy in the city. No one cares what they are called or compared to when we huddle for warmth in a mountain pass or sharing rations at sea.
I hope I am never so long in civilization that I begin to worry so much about things that do not matter.
Written By Cassima
Jan. 27, 2018, 9:36 p.m.(1/18/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Cirroch
I'll drink to that, cousin mine.
Written By Naomi
Jan. 27, 2018, 8:47 p.m.(1/18/1008 AR)
Arrived in Arx today. Ford sent a ridiculous overgrown wagon and a fussy little man who almost cried when I didn't let him hand me into the carriage like some pampered princess.
Ridiculous.
Had some excellent chicken on a skewer from a street vendor, and fresh bread. You miss those things at sea, when it's fish, fish, and more fish.
Set up at the Kay. Why the hell do we decorate with so much white? If we ever have an intruder the bloodstains are going to be a bitch to wash out.
Speaking of intruders, I need to hire more House Guards. This house has more holes than a fisherman's net- two entrances and a balcony. Idiocy.
That chicken really was excellent.
Ridiculous.
Had some excellent chicken on a skewer from a street vendor, and fresh bread. You miss those things at sea, when it's fish, fish, and more fish.
Set up at the Kay. Why the hell do we decorate with so much white? If we ever have an intruder the bloodstains are going to be a bitch to wash out.
Speaking of intruders, I need to hire more House Guards. This house has more holes than a fisherman's net- two entrances and a balcony. Idiocy.
That chicken really was excellent.
Written By Serafine
Jan. 27, 2018, 8:32 p.m.(1/18/1008 AR)
I saw the little bugger again today. A boy, dirtiest blonde hair I've ever seen, scampering under the a cart in the lowers with a -sack- full of stolen food. Now, I usually leave such as this alone, ain't none of my business as Leta would say, but he took all of this from a food merchant who's entire livelihood is selling her wares and shit has been tight. Don't need to tell you that, do I, scholar?
So I gave chase. He took me through some of the darker alleys in the Lowers; the Cullers have people around those parts and most know me, I think the brat expected them to give me a fuss. The Lowers is my route, he can't know this, but I suspect the whole 'nobleman' thing was all he considered. The frustration on his darlin' little face was worth the jog. Anyway, I caught up to him while he was running behind the Crown Apartments, snagged his ankle before he managed to squirm through a tunnel, a sewer duct? that was more frozen than he expected.
He howled like an alley cat the whole way, lad slung over my shoulder. He tried to bite me. I bit him back.
The food merchant was in tears. I put the boy on his feet in front of her and let her scream at him. The lad shrank a good foot into himself. He mumbled an apology without prompting. The merchant (Tabitha, I think that's her name) wiped her face and held out her hand. He hesitated until I growled, forked over the sack of food. She looked through it, counted, then looked up at me and quoted the price. I nodded. I gave her the coin, she gave him the sack.
Little bastard sat, frozen, for a good minute until she mimed throwing a stone at him (she wasn't, though it's been a stressful winter for everyone). He scampered off.
Coming home tonight, my walk to the Uppers is usually a quiet one; daresay most everyone is used to me by now, even after my disappearing act this fall. My doorstep has its own lantern, and tucked into the doormat was a little paper flower. Dirty, mind, but prettily-made. It was dark; I looked around, didn't see anyone, but I'm certain I heard rapid footsteps in the distance.
Kids.
So I gave chase. He took me through some of the darker alleys in the Lowers; the Cullers have people around those parts and most know me, I think the brat expected them to give me a fuss. The Lowers is my route, he can't know this, but I suspect the whole 'nobleman' thing was all he considered. The frustration on his darlin' little face was worth the jog. Anyway, I caught up to him while he was running behind the Crown Apartments, snagged his ankle before he managed to squirm through a tunnel, a sewer duct? that was more frozen than he expected.
He howled like an alley cat the whole way, lad slung over my shoulder. He tried to bite me. I bit him back.
The food merchant was in tears. I put the boy on his feet in front of her and let her scream at him. The lad shrank a good foot into himself. He mumbled an apology without prompting. The merchant (Tabitha, I think that's her name) wiped her face and held out her hand. He hesitated until I growled, forked over the sack of food. She looked through it, counted, then looked up at me and quoted the price. I nodded. I gave her the coin, she gave him the sack.
Little bastard sat, frozen, for a good minute until she mimed throwing a stone at him (she wasn't, though it's been a stressful winter for everyone). He scampered off.
Coming home tonight, my walk to the Uppers is usually a quiet one; daresay most everyone is used to me by now, even after my disappearing act this fall. My doorstep has its own lantern, and tucked into the doormat was a little paper flower. Dirty, mind, but prettily-made. It was dark; I looked around, didn't see anyone, but I'm certain I heard rapid footsteps in the distance.
Kids.
Written By Joscelin
Jan. 27, 2018, 8:21 p.m.(1/18/1008 AR)
I found a bottle of some fantastic spirits in the cupboard of my home while staving off a bout of artist's block. I clean when I'm uninspired, so usually, everything in my home is covered in dust; I'm fortunate that way.
The last few days have been unusual. Cleaning consists of pulling everything out of my various storage places in my home. The kitchen cupboards haven't been gone through in a while. Months, even.
I found a bottle Oliver left behind. It smelled amazing. Thus, this is why I'm drunk at the moment. Really drunk. The scholar transcribing this has commented several times that most drunken entries require some kind of translator; I'm one of the few, she says, that enunciates better the more I drink. I think this is a compliment.
I find it funny, that for as often as I make love tokens and charms, gifts between beloveds both secret and public, betrothal gifts, engagement jewelry, I myself am so damn unlucky in love. I think this is why I devote so much of my work to the Guild; it's ever rewarding, I know they care for me (most of them, anyway, and for the others that don't, I know they at least respect me), and I know, as long as I remain in the post, they look to me when they need help.
But there are times when I close my shop at night and look out into my garden, who's briers are bare and black, dormant flowers hidden by snow and frozen soil, and wish I weren't so good at sleeping alone, being alone, and living alone. My attempts to change this are never successful.
I know. I'm feeling sorry for myself. We all have days like that, don't we? Tomorrow, I will be better, and things will go on and I'll laugh at myself and the writings I've left behind.
I think I'm done, scholar. Can you send this? I think I need an escort home. While you say I enunciate better the more I drink, walking is a different matter.
The last few days have been unusual. Cleaning consists of pulling everything out of my various storage places in my home. The kitchen cupboards haven't been gone through in a while. Months, even.
I found a bottle Oliver left behind. It smelled amazing. Thus, this is why I'm drunk at the moment. Really drunk. The scholar transcribing this has commented several times that most drunken entries require some kind of translator; I'm one of the few, she says, that enunciates better the more I drink. I think this is a compliment.
I find it funny, that for as often as I make love tokens and charms, gifts between beloveds both secret and public, betrothal gifts, engagement jewelry, I myself am so damn unlucky in love. I think this is why I devote so much of my work to the Guild; it's ever rewarding, I know they care for me (most of them, anyway, and for the others that don't, I know they at least respect me), and I know, as long as I remain in the post, they look to me when they need help.
But there are times when I close my shop at night and look out into my garden, who's briers are bare and black, dormant flowers hidden by snow and frozen soil, and wish I weren't so good at sleeping alone, being alone, and living alone. My attempts to change this are never successful.
I know. I'm feeling sorry for myself. We all have days like that, don't we? Tomorrow, I will be better, and things will go on and I'll laugh at myself and the writings I've left behind.
I think I'm done, scholar. Can you send this? I think I need an escort home. While you say I enunciate better the more I drink, walking is a different matter.
Written By Norwood
Jan. 27, 2018, 7:24 p.m.(1/18/1008 AR)
It is strange how warm things can become even when the weather is chilled.
Written By Monique
Jan. 27, 2018, 7:10 p.m.(1/18/1008 AR)
Nightshade? Hemlock? Oleander?
Written By Mayir
Jan. 27, 2018, 7:09 p.m.(1/18/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Lottie
You should go to Lottie's Place! She's got cakes! She's got pies! She's got chewy, gooey chocolate-chip cookies that are to die for! And she has the fancy cloth napkins!
I offered to help her prepare her Grand Opening Event! I mean, I am the Director of Marketing for Highway Robbery, don't get me wrong. But I think there are synergies we can exploit!
I offered to help her prepare her Grand Opening Event! I mean, I am the Director of Marketing for Highway Robbery, don't get me wrong. But I think there are synergies we can exploit!
Written By Percephon
Jan. 27, 2018, 6:12 p.m.(1/18/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
No, no -- providing clarification. Please, see your entry on Mae.
If you were a flower, Joscelin, you would be the one that blooms practically in any season. Like a chrysanthemum. Thankfully, you (and everyone else) is much more complicated and diverse to be compared to a single type of flowering plant.
If you were a flower, Joscelin, you would be the one that blooms practically in any season. Like a chrysanthemum. Thankfully, you (and everyone else) is much more complicated and diverse to be compared to a single type of flowering plant.
Written By Cirroch
Jan. 27, 2018, 6:10 p.m.(1/18/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Cassima
As I have said, I will get you to Giant's Reach some day. You will love it there, the mountains are beautiful in the morning.
Written By Joscelin
Jan. 27, 2018, 6:06 p.m.(1/18/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Percephon
....wait, are you saying that these are the kind of flowers -I- am?
I mean. I understand the philosophy. Waste-not, etc. But. Damn.
I mean. I understand the philosophy. Waste-not, etc. But. Damn.
Written By Percephon
Jan. 27, 2018, 6 p.m.(1/18/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
Limerance's fly-trap. Mangata's pitchers. Viper's cups. Sundew. Butterworts. Bladderworts. Too many carnivorous plants to choose from.
Please note that the scholars may take some time preparing your journal for others to read.