Written By Audric
Nov. 30, 2017, 8:54 p.m.(9/9/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Driskell
The trick to having a good sense of balance is to get really drunk a lot. That way, when you're sober, you've got all this experience from staying upright while wobbling around!
Written By Driskell
Nov. 30, 2017, 8:18 p.m.(9/9/1007 AR)
Balance is desired although difficult to maintain> For every action taken, one should expect a reaction.
Written By Valery
Nov. 30, 2017, 5:10 p.m.(9/8/1007 AR)
It's being such an uneventful week... I've barely seen anyone...
And when I did, it was a bit scary, so I guess it's better this way.
But having so many people in the garden was so nice.
I probably should try to get more events going on in it...
And when I did, it was a bit scary, so I guess it's better this way.
But having so many people in the garden was so nice.
I probably should try to get more events going on in it...
Written By Brianna
Nov. 30, 2017, 2:56 p.m.(9/8/1007 AR)
The smell of white hot steel being forged and shaped by the clanging sound of the hammer as sparks flash like lightning in acrid dark clouds of soot. The sound of hundreds of troops rushing to meet the enemy on the battlefield. The sight of friends and the touch of loved ones when you return from battles and kiss them fiercely. That feeling when your muscles burn hot and sweat beads off your body.
These are a few of my favorite things.
These are a few of my favorite things.
Written By Carita
Nov. 30, 2017, 12:37 p.m.(9/8/1007 AR)
I am not your home. I am not a place for you to rest your weary head and leave a mess so that you may leave in pursuit of new adventures. With the vaguest of answers and explanations that leave me wanting more honesty. You are a shut door. I cannot even hope to pick the locks - constantly wondering what are the right things to ask. Questioning. Uncertain. You said I was the one that wore masks. That I was the one with many faces. So are you. Either too caught up in your own grandiose sense of self-worth to notice, or, so fueled by your ambition that you don't see it. I know what I am. But, you don't. I do not like myself like this - I would rather be my own sanctuary. I am a home for myself. Not for you. For myself alone.
Written By Aiden
Nov. 30, 2017, 10:54 a.m.(9/8/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Samael
I finally had time to really sit and talk with my Uncle. It was worth every minute to do so. He remains one of my idols.
Written By Clover
Nov. 30, 2017, 3:17 a.m.(9/7/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Ryhalt
I feel like I should write something in the journals for archival and historical purposes about my lord husband. I find myself at a loss for words, however. He is so much more than I first expected. I have known him only a short time but it feels like longer. It feels as if I have always come home to find him at his desk writing some missive, balancing some ledger, tending to his business. Perhaps another time I will have more words to write other than:
Duke Ryhalt Farshaw is an excellent, honorable man, and I am luckily to be his duchess.
Duke Ryhalt Farshaw is an excellent, honorable man, and I am luckily to be his duchess.
Written By Caelis
Nov. 29, 2017, 11:13 p.m.(9/7/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Artorius
How does one not feel better after a long talk with my brother? He's the most supportive and cheerful man. I struggle some days to understand how he's a Malvici. He's so generous with his affection and joy. Hardly as grim faced and quick with a flask like the rest of us. It must be raising his daughter that did it. Is that my future? Let us pray it is not. I don't think the city can handle two hugging and forehead kissing Malvici.
Written By Neve
Nov. 29, 2017, 8:55 p.m.(9/7/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Archeron
An unexpected meeting in the forest. Interesting words exchanged, and a new friendship forged. I hope that we can have a fun adventure sometime soon!
Written By Neve
Nov. 29, 2017, 8:49 a.m.(9/6/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Victus
Had a nice chat with Lord Victus and he gave me some sound fashion advice. He is actually a pretty good conversationalist. You just have to look past the scowling and the grunts is all. He has some pretty solid insights. Hmmn. I will have to get him a gift. Bacon is always good. Maybe something stabbier though. He seems like he would enjoy stabbing things. I shall have to look for a dagger or something like that.
Thank you for a brief, if wonderful evening.
Thank you for a brief, if wonderful evening.
Written By Victus
Nov. 29, 2017, 12:41 a.m.(9/5/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Neve
What a girl.
...
No really, what the fuck?
...
No really, what the fuck?
Written By Alis
Nov. 28, 2017, 5:30 p.m.(9/4/1007 AR)
Being underestimated in any capacity used to be such an incredible source of frustration for me. It often resulted in screaming matches with my father, or devious traps laid out for my older brothers to stumble upon during their training exercises (I have no regrets! Older brothers must be taught lessons).
But, training with Lord Commander Dayne took some of the wind out of my sails, as it would any new squire or Knight in training. He did not go easy on me because he was my Uncle. In fact, I am rather certain that he was twice as hard on me knowing I had a physical deficit to make up for and he would be doing me a disservice otherwise. And I worked. I worked harder at everything he set me to then anything I had ever done in my life, and then I sought out more. Because I was absolutely not going to fail when I had been so adamant about my life's path.
So now, when I am underestimated about anything at all... it is a challenge that I relish. Because I am just too stubborn not to work at it until I prove them wrong.
But, training with Lord Commander Dayne took some of the wind out of my sails, as it would any new squire or Knight in training. He did not go easy on me because he was my Uncle. In fact, I am rather certain that he was twice as hard on me knowing I had a physical deficit to make up for and he would be doing me a disservice otherwise. And I worked. I worked harder at everything he set me to then anything I had ever done in my life, and then I sought out more. Because I was absolutely not going to fail when I had been so adamant about my life's path.
So now, when I am underestimated about anything at all... it is a challenge that I relish. Because I am just too stubborn not to work at it until I prove them wrong.
Written By Cambria
Nov. 28, 2017, 4:59 p.m.(9/4/1007 AR)
A world without reason is a world without order, which is a world without choice. A world without choice is a world of brute force.
Written By Lianne
Nov. 28, 2017, 2:46 p.m.(9/4/1007 AR)
It does not matter if the Gods love us or not. We do not require their affection. What we need is what they provide: the ideals to which we aspire, by which we shape our society and live our lives. That some have been blessed with more does not diminish what we've already been given, what has served us well thus far.
Faith requires no validation.
Faith requires no validation.
Written By Lucita
Nov. 28, 2017, 8:55 a.m.(9/4/1007 AR)
Let no good deed go unpunished? The thought used to amuse me, good deeds should have their own reward in at least the satisfaction they generated. Now I've acquired a too-true understanding of that saying.
Written By Orazio
Nov. 28, 2017, 12:06 a.m.(9/3/1007 AR)
This should, perhaps, go in the blacks, but I shall leave it in the whites, I think. I write it with a glass of strong, southern wine and the breeze coming in from an open window. Outside, the city is dark, but not quiet. Even here in the Ward of the Crown, I can hear the sounds of laughter and merriment as people pass from one entertainment to the next. Inside, it is quieter, more solemn. But not silent. Even in my bedroom, where I write this, my bird sings to herself in the other room, and the building settles around me, minute creaks of wood and stone.
I have lost many people in my life. This does not make me unique in the Compact, or even unusual. The plague that took my parents and my youngest siblings killed many of the people of the Saiklands, and we all grieved together. The 'sickness' that killed my last brother came about when a great many others died, while they were just trying to do their duties. When Eos was slain, many soldiers died with him, bravely defending themselves and their liege. Kima's death was quieter, it seems, but I don't fool myself - many others have died by the same means, many others will die in the future by the same means. There is nothing that makes my losses greater than others, or unique, or special. Everyone knows grief. Even the gods know grief, I think.
And yet, I dwell on them of late more than I should. I have so much to do, so many people who still can be saved. I should not see those who I have already failed imprinted on my thoughts, waking or sleeping. They are beyond my aid. And yet, when I learn more about who they were, it is like losing them all over again, failing them all over again. If I could have been better. Stronger (or maybe softer and more comforting), more of a role model (or perhaps less of one), closer (or perhaps more distant). If I could have been /different/, then perhaps they could have been different. Perhaps things could have been different.
But I wasn't. And they weren't. And that is, I think, the lesson that must always be taken from death. It marks the point at which nothing can be changed. For better or for worse, we must close the door on what has passed, and try to make better choices in the future. But, some days, it is hard. So terribly hard.
I have lost many people in my life. This does not make me unique in the Compact, or even unusual. The plague that took my parents and my youngest siblings killed many of the people of the Saiklands, and we all grieved together. The 'sickness' that killed my last brother came about when a great many others died, while they were just trying to do their duties. When Eos was slain, many soldiers died with him, bravely defending themselves and their liege. Kima's death was quieter, it seems, but I don't fool myself - many others have died by the same means, many others will die in the future by the same means. There is nothing that makes my losses greater than others, or unique, or special. Everyone knows grief. Even the gods know grief, I think.
And yet, I dwell on them of late more than I should. I have so much to do, so many people who still can be saved. I should not see those who I have already failed imprinted on my thoughts, waking or sleeping. They are beyond my aid. And yet, when I learn more about who they were, it is like losing them all over again, failing them all over again. If I could have been better. Stronger (or maybe softer and more comforting), more of a role model (or perhaps less of one), closer (or perhaps more distant). If I could have been /different/, then perhaps they could have been different. Perhaps things could have been different.
But I wasn't. And they weren't. And that is, I think, the lesson that must always be taken from death. It marks the point at which nothing can be changed. For better or for worse, we must close the door on what has passed, and try to make better choices in the future. But, some days, it is hard. So terribly hard.
Written By Marius
Nov. 27, 2017, 10:47 p.m.(9/3/1007 AR)
That's why we in Greenmarch are all sheepdogs, sister mine.
Written By Armand
Nov. 27, 2017, 9:50 p.m.(9/3/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Clover
It is with pride that I have seen my brother marry the new Duchess Clover Farshaw, and with joy that I welcome her in our House. She will make, I'm sure, a fine partner to my brother, as she will a Duchess.
Written By Calypso
Nov. 27, 2017, 8:37 p.m.(9/3/1007 AR)
When I heard about the Carlotta, I was impressed with the innovative stance House Velenosa's leadership was taking in seeing it created. I am further impressed by their willingness to share and help see the Compact grow. Selflessness is noted, appreciated and I think sets a good example.
I can't wait to see many more Caravel Ships added to the fleets of the Compact.
I can't wait to see many more Caravel Ships added to the fleets of the Compact.
Written By Clover
Nov. 27, 2017, 7:21 p.m.(9/2/1007 AR)
*A watercolored piece of a dress; a bodice so white it hasn't been colored at all. Dancing across that sweetheart bodice is a cascade of pastel-rainbow butterflies, that flow down to the explosion of frothy skirts. These skirts are mostly silvery-white in color but have a swirling pop and peek of matching rainbow colors to the butterflies. It's a rather daring piece for someone of the Oathlands, given it is strapless and shows off the shoulders, neck, and collarbones; though the heart shaped corset that makes the corset it high enough to be demure and not reveal too much cleavage.*
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