Written By Titania
Jan. 7, 2018, 10:37 p.m.(12/4/1007 AR)
So many things are changing again, soon I will be married the contracts were signed today. Soon I will be Countessa Titania Fireviper, I know this day would come but not in this way. But I am thankful for meeting Count Gailin, I look forward to becoming his wife. I have sat and I have prayed to Mangata and I will continue doing so, his shift sail for us and even if it looks grim we will make it through this. He was held off once before and we can do it again, h is not yet truely free so there is a chance we can make it through this, if he does become free then all is lost.
Written By Tila
Jan. 7, 2018, 10:34 p.m.(12/4/1007 AR)
I am ever-thankful that House Sanna has such fine and merry allies and friends. Giant's Hall was filled with good drink and good conversation tonight. It made me feel more at ease in this city, even in these troubled times. Our fists remain strong and ready. Both figuratively and literally speaking.
Written By Gawain
Jan. 7, 2018, 10:23 p.m.(12/4/1007 AR)
Back in Arx after another trip home! And it seems like my uncle is in the city now too. Maybe we'll get some work done! The journey from Chevelle was rather uneventful- a little disappointing as I love events, but it's nice to have made it back in on piece. Also, it seems my cousin has finally married. Good for her! One last task to worry about!
Written By Corban
Jan. 7, 2018, 10:11 p.m.(12/4/1007 AR)
And so I welcomed my twenty-fifth year with the one I love the most, a gift handsome umbra cloak, and buoyed by the warm words of my dearest friends.
It is all quite unnecessary. But the song is VERY catchy.
It is all quite unnecessary. But the song is VERY catchy.
Written By Darrow
Jan. 7, 2018, 9:17 p.m.(12/4/1007 AR)
Now is the time to marshal men.
Ranks of marines, rows of crossbowmen...we'll need all hands.
Someone today told me that song and prayer would be needed. I affirm prayer, but I, at least, prefer to fight the Silence in silence. However, if it lifts the morale of those facing the dark, so be it.
May Mangata and the Sentinel guide our preparations.
Ranks of marines, rows of crossbowmen...we'll need all hands.
Someone today told me that song and prayer would be needed. I affirm prayer, but I, at least, prefer to fight the Silence in silence. However, if it lifts the morale of those facing the dark, so be it.
May Mangata and the Sentinel guide our preparations.
Written By Olivia
Jan. 7, 2018, 8:51 p.m.(12/4/1007 AR)
It has been a week of mixed blessings. That my brother has returned to the city is a great relief, as I proved ill-prepared for the responsibility of the run of our House in a time of chaos and crisis with no one to lean on.
The search for my sister is ongoing, with many throwing in their support. At the same time, every initial investigation has yielded naught: nothing found on her ship, no clues within her possessions. Still, we go on in our effort, until she is returned to us.
The search for my sister is ongoing, with many throwing in their support. At the same time, every initial investigation has yielded naught: nothing found on her ship, no clues within her possessions. Still, we go on in our effort, until she is returned to us.
Written By Saedrus
Jan. 7, 2018, 8:45 p.m.(12/4/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Laric
I still maintain my aeterna and white pelt robe is easily the warmest, and most beautiful cloak to be had -- someone utterly wonderful gave it to me.
The greatcoat is, I must admit, very handsome and looks equally so on. I am glad I could be of service.
The greatcoat is, I must admit, very handsome and looks equally so on. I am glad I could be of service.
Written By Cristoph
Jan. 7, 2018, 8:34 p.m.(12/4/1007 AR)
It's looking more and more like I'm going to have to hold a family reunion soon.
Written By Artur
Jan. 7, 2018, 8:27 p.m.(12/4/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Gwenna
Younger Sister
Written By Laric
Jan. 7, 2018, 8:26 p.m.(12/4/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Saedrus
Warmest coat I've ever owned. Thank you.
Written By Gwenna
Jan. 7, 2018, 7:47 p.m.(12/4/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Artur
Just when the shadows of the world seem to be ever-closing in, the brightest new - my brother has come from Farhaven! I was surprised Mother didn't send him with me, even before me, but perhaps there was more to settle before he could depart? Whatever the case, I'm so glad he's here. The outside child and the inside child, together again.
Written By Astraea
Jan. 7, 2018, 7:42 p.m.(12/4/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Apollis
Now that we're all here in the city I couldn't be happier. Or more concerned. You've acquired an interesting taste for sugar in your rum and despite my initial reservations, it was delicious when I tried it. Now I know while you were out there in the world doing whatever it is that you do, at least you came across something interesting to bring back and share with your family.
I've always admired your sense of adventure and we both suffer from that wanderlust, someday soon perhaps we may be called on yet another of your forays into the unknown but until then. Stay safe, be vigilant, and continue to be what it is that mother always wanted you to be. Exceptional in every way.
I've always admired your sense of adventure and we both suffer from that wanderlust, someday soon perhaps we may be called on yet another of your forays into the unknown but until then. Stay safe, be vigilant, and continue to be what it is that mother always wanted you to be. Exceptional in every way.
Written By Alexis
Jan. 7, 2018, 7:27 p.m.(12/4/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Valencia
The Northern Fox (even if she's moved south again) is a most amazing woman, and quite the deft dancer. With sword in hand, she is adept at weaving in and out of battle, and matching myself against her is a pleasure. It's a very different fighting style from that of the Oathlands.
Written By Artur
Jan. 7, 2018, 7:15 p.m.(12/4/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Gwenna
Younger Sister!
Written By Malesh
Jan. 7, 2018, 7:04 p.m.(12/4/1007 AR)
Threats approach from the sea, but we must not neglect our own lands in these troubled times. Let the record indicate that I continue to prepare for the future, and am confident that we will have a bright one once we weather this storm!
Written By Hana
Jan. 7, 2018, 7:02 p.m.(12/4/1007 AR)
A scholar, two princesses, one of the King's Own, and an archlector walk into a weaponsmith shop: it sounds like the beginning of a very bad joke!
I've never had so many people in my shop all in succession like that; it was so many questions -- and at least one order -- all at once! Still, it's always good to get business into the shop, and to hear that word-of-mouth about my weaponry is good. I'm glad to know that people are pleased with the things I make. That's more important than any money, that the blades carry them safely through whatever it is they need to do. As much as any blade ever can.
But reputation or not, there's always room for improvement. And I feel like I'm so close to /understanding/ something fundamental about smithcraft, if I can just reach a little farther...
I've never had so many people in my shop all in succession like that; it was so many questions -- and at least one order -- all at once! Still, it's always good to get business into the shop, and to hear that word-of-mouth about my weaponry is good. I'm glad to know that people are pleased with the things I make. That's more important than any money, that the blades carry them safely through whatever it is they need to do. As much as any blade ever can.
But reputation or not, there's always room for improvement. And I feel like I'm so close to /understanding/ something fundamental about smithcraft, if I can just reach a little farther...
Written By Alexis
Jan. 7, 2018, 6:58 p.m.(12/4/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Echo
Had the pleasure of meeting her highness, Princess Echo Redrain, over at the Golden Hart. She strikes me as interesting. We have a few things in common and I can only imagine that it'll be a delight to get to know both what those things are in more than broad strokes, and what differ betwen us, other than social rank and place of origin.
Written By Alexis
Jan. 7, 2018, 6:56 p.m.(12/4/1007 AR)
With war on the horizon, I find work in abundance. And yet... Even if I had the time and fingers to meet every order - I cannot find joy in such tidings.
I can only finish the armour as best I can and hope to the gods that it will protect the wearers.
I can only finish the armour as best I can and hope to the gods that it will protect the wearers.
Written By Fortunato
Jan. 7, 2018, 5:37 p.m.(12/4/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Magpie
Why is hope gray? I used to wear the color more. Your light dove gray, no adornment. Or charcoal.
I like sneaking a little brighter stuff nowadays. It's like my way of cheating my own expectations, with other folks' help. Brighthope for everyone! Bright as the glitter of sunlight on seasurf. While it glitters bright. While it can glitter bright. Why not embrace every dawn we're given.
I like sneaking a little brighter stuff nowadays. It's like my way of cheating my own expectations, with other folks' help. Brighthope for everyone! Bright as the glitter of sunlight on seasurf. While it glitters bright. While it can glitter bright. Why not embrace every dawn we're given.
Written By Fortunato
Jan. 7, 2018, 5:30 p.m.(12/4/1007 AR)
[a painting]
Arrayed in a capering, bounding, wrassling line are puppies, the kind of lean, raggedy-tailed, raggedy-eared, disreputable and faintly wolfish puppies of no known provenance.
The puppy farthest left is a deep violet, the pup next a rampaging indigo. Next, a pastel sky-blue, its eyes glittering dark. Next! The mottled green of a forest-floor in dappled sunlight, snapping at the tail of weathered desert-sand yellow. Yellow in turn play-bows toward the near-bronze burnish of orange, chasing the ruddy russet of Red.
In small letters near the bottom, "As promised."
Arrayed in a capering, bounding, wrassling line are puppies, the kind of lean, raggedy-tailed, raggedy-eared, disreputable and faintly wolfish puppies of no known provenance.
The puppy farthest left is a deep violet, the pup next a rampaging indigo. Next, a pastel sky-blue, its eyes glittering dark. Next! The mottled green of a forest-floor in dappled sunlight, snapping at the tail of weathered desert-sand yellow. Yellow in turn play-bows toward the near-bronze burnish of orange, chasing the ruddy russet of Red.
In small letters near the bottom, "As promised."
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