Written By Luca
Nov. 9, 2017, 10:22 p.m.(7/21/1007 AR)
Where do these unending supplies of demonic animals, shavs, and other things come from I wonder some days. And then I just accept it and do my part cutting them down when I can be bothered to wake up.
Written By Magpie
Nov. 9, 2017, 7:48 p.m.(7/20/1007 AR)
I hurt all over... but I think I proved something critically important at that drinking contest. I don't know what that is, but at the time I felt very justified in what I was doing.
Written By Calaudrin
Nov. 9, 2017, 7:25 p.m.(7/20/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Silas
My shop is very safe!
Written By Silas
Nov. 9, 2017, 7:13 p.m.(7/20/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Calaudrin
A few additional shop fortifications wouldn't hurt, given it's location.
Written By Calaudrin
Nov. 9, 2017, 6:47 p.m.(7/20/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Esoka
I do not live with cockroaches!
I'm highly offended.
I'm highly offended.
Written By Esoka
Nov. 9, 2017, 6:45 p.m.(7/20/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Calaudrin
My head is pounding and I may be hallucinating white journals (Prince Creston's Black Rum is made of squids and pain and should not be consumed).
That said, if I do marry you, I will REFUSE to to be co-ruler of your apartment and shop. Such muddled divisions of responsibility only lead to chaos. Also, I continue to believe that apartment is vulnerable to roaches.
I will happily accept Voice rights over your religious text collection, however, and defend them from torn pages with my life.
That said, if I do marry you, I will REFUSE to to be co-ruler of your apartment and shop. Such muddled divisions of responsibility only lead to chaos. Also, I continue to believe that apartment is vulnerable to roaches.
I will happily accept Voice rights over your religious text collection, however, and defend them from torn pages with my life.
Written By Sameera
Nov. 9, 2017, 6:30 p.m.(7/20/1007 AR)
*several pages are once more filled with sketches. This time of various weapons. As per usual several are crossed out.*
Written By Sameera
Nov. 9, 2017, 6:23 p.m.(7/20/1007 AR)
I wonder what it is that someone could what that is not a physical object. I never want for much. I've everything I need. More than I need even.
Written By Eirene
Nov. 9, 2017, 3:52 p.m.(7/20/1007 AR)
The more white journals I skim the more I realize I hate people.
Written By Edward
Nov. 9, 2017, 3:38 p.m.(7/20/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Percephon
Efficient troop movements can be a key to a win or a defeat.
Written By Bianca
Nov. 9, 2017, 2:01 p.m.(7/20/1007 AR)
7/20/1007 AR:
I have spent much time as of late ruminating. It's becoming one of my primary hobbies given the last year in study and there is quite an array of topics to ruminate on.
The topic for today is the stories of life.
"Let the most studious amongst you take sacred vow to forever guard the knowledge of the world, and allow all among you from the greatest to the least to chronicle their lives in journals so their knowledge may never be lost. Guard it well."
Many of us know that particular line; it is said to be spoken by Vellichor himself when he appeared to mankind during the darkest days of the Reckoning ("The Canticle of Vellichor"). It's impact is greater for some than others, particularly the first bit in relation to those of us who have chosen our role in service to the Archives, but the latter portion of the sentence I feel is often overlooked.
It is near daily I hear of someone unwilling to write within their White Journal out of fear of ridicule or sense of their own personal trials and thoughts being insignificant in comparison to the events occurring around them. The same can be said for the Blacks out of fear that these inner secrets and thoughts may actually be read by someone though with that the fear is not always of a "someone," but instead a "something." Understandable but tragic nonetheless.
For me, my lack of writing in the Whites was my personal insecurities of insignificance and it has taken me the entirety of a year to come to terms that /no one's/ story is insignificant and /everyone/ at one time or another has felt some level of the same. Tome after tome I saw in little scribbles the tell-tales of insecurity and yet the breadth of the pages told such beautifully intricate tales that wove flawlessly with one journal after another. One great and eternal story that we are all so blessed to be a part of with each spin of the Wheel.
I believe this is one of the most poignant gifts Vellichor has blessed us with. He gave us a way to actively see our role in the world. A way to know that we are part of something so much greater than ourselves. He gave us proof of it in each journal. Every story. Every truth.
To see ourselves within the great tapestry of history holds its own level of comfort. Our insignificance as individuals is a lie. We are (each and every last one of us) an intricate part of the great and secret show we call life. Each one of us influences change and the development of our race and those lives that were lived before us now provide us with insight into not only pinnacle events, but also the deeper and more obtuse emotional mein of man.
Even the greatest paladin felt as we feel now. All of us have fears. All of us have hopes. We are all individuals and yet are united in our emotional sphere.
I hope that my words will someday sing to someone looking for a connection, be it today or a thousand years from now. That it will encourage someone to shake free of the shackles of insecurity and understand that their words have meaning and their experiences have power. They are important. /You/ are important.
In hopes of encouraging further in-depth documentation of the history of our world, I pose to those of the Compact this: Any event you may participate in, any opinion you may have, any personal discovery you may make or hardship you face... write your story and know that your part, your perspective, may shape the direction of our future no matter how miniscule the notation.
For those who lack the capability to write your tales by your own hand, seek out a Scholar of Vellichor to be your pen. Do not be forgotten.
For those who prefer privacy, write in your Blacks... or if you fear your words still may be seen there, seek me for confession. To alleviate any concerns of discretion, I am bound by the same oaths as all of the discipleship of Vellichor. Should I share word of a Black Journal or breath whisper of confession, may my writing hand be severed and my tongue cut out. Do not be afraid to seek me out to confide in no matter the circumstance or story.
I, Bianca, solemnly swear to the Compact as the Archscholar of Vellichor and Magister of the Vellichorian Academy, in receiving confession no judgment shall be passed and no secrets will be broken.
It is my duty to not only protect our history, but to document it as well so that it is remembered throughout the ages and we never again fall to the influences of those who wish to mar our understanding of our history.
...but the above burden does not fall on my shoulders alone. It is up to all of us, no matter caste, political inclination, age or even religious leanings to protect who we are and who we will become.
"... allow all among you from the greatest to the least to chronicle their lives in journals so their knowledge may never be lost. Guard it well."
May his words ring true in the hearts of all men.
I have spent much time as of late ruminating. It's becoming one of my primary hobbies given the last year in study and there is quite an array of topics to ruminate on.
The topic for today is the stories of life.
"Let the most studious amongst you take sacred vow to forever guard the knowledge of the world, and allow all among you from the greatest to the least to chronicle their lives in journals so their knowledge may never be lost. Guard it well."
Many of us know that particular line; it is said to be spoken by Vellichor himself when he appeared to mankind during the darkest days of the Reckoning ("The Canticle of Vellichor"). It's impact is greater for some than others, particularly the first bit in relation to those of us who have chosen our role in service to the Archives, but the latter portion of the sentence I feel is often overlooked.
It is near daily I hear of someone unwilling to write within their White Journal out of fear of ridicule or sense of their own personal trials and thoughts being insignificant in comparison to the events occurring around them. The same can be said for the Blacks out of fear that these inner secrets and thoughts may actually be read by someone though with that the fear is not always of a "someone," but instead a "something." Understandable but tragic nonetheless.
For me, my lack of writing in the Whites was my personal insecurities of insignificance and it has taken me the entirety of a year to come to terms that /no one's/ story is insignificant and /everyone/ at one time or another has felt some level of the same. Tome after tome I saw in little scribbles the tell-tales of insecurity and yet the breadth of the pages told such beautifully intricate tales that wove flawlessly with one journal after another. One great and eternal story that we are all so blessed to be a part of with each spin of the Wheel.
I believe this is one of the most poignant gifts Vellichor has blessed us with. He gave us a way to actively see our role in the world. A way to know that we are part of something so much greater than ourselves. He gave us proof of it in each journal. Every story. Every truth.
To see ourselves within the great tapestry of history holds its own level of comfort. Our insignificance as individuals is a lie. We are (each and every last one of us) an intricate part of the great and secret show we call life. Each one of us influences change and the development of our race and those lives that were lived before us now provide us with insight into not only pinnacle events, but also the deeper and more obtuse emotional mein of man.
Even the greatest paladin felt as we feel now. All of us have fears. All of us have hopes. We are all individuals and yet are united in our emotional sphere.
I hope that my words will someday sing to someone looking for a connection, be it today or a thousand years from now. That it will encourage someone to shake free of the shackles of insecurity and understand that their words have meaning and their experiences have power. They are important. /You/ are important.
In hopes of encouraging further in-depth documentation of the history of our world, I pose to those of the Compact this: Any event you may participate in, any opinion you may have, any personal discovery you may make or hardship you face... write your story and know that your part, your perspective, may shape the direction of our future no matter how miniscule the notation.
For those who lack the capability to write your tales by your own hand, seek out a Scholar of Vellichor to be your pen. Do not be forgotten.
For those who prefer privacy, write in your Blacks... or if you fear your words still may be seen there, seek me for confession. To alleviate any concerns of discretion, I am bound by the same oaths as all of the discipleship of Vellichor. Should I share word of a Black Journal or breath whisper of confession, may my writing hand be severed and my tongue cut out. Do not be afraid to seek me out to confide in no matter the circumstance or story.
I, Bianca, solemnly swear to the Compact as the Archscholar of Vellichor and Magister of the Vellichorian Academy, in receiving confession no judgment shall be passed and no secrets will be broken.
It is my duty to not only protect our history, but to document it as well so that it is remembered throughout the ages and we never again fall to the influences of those who wish to mar our understanding of our history.
...but the above burden does not fall on my shoulders alone. It is up to all of us, no matter caste, political inclination, age or even religious leanings to protect who we are and who we will become.
"... allow all among you from the greatest to the least to chronicle their lives in journals so their knowledge may never be lost. Guard it well."
May his words ring true in the hearts of all men.
Written By Percephon
Nov. 9, 2017, 11:33 a.m.(7/20/1007 AR)
So true. A small problem gets larger if you ignore it. Smart bit of pro-poop-ganda, there.
Written By Edward
Nov. 9, 2017, 11:32 a.m.(7/20/1007 AR)
Remember Arx: Leafy greens and grains. Stay regular.
The enemy cannot be defeated if you're constipated.
The enemy cannot be defeated if you're constipated.
Written By Corban
Nov. 9, 2017, 8:13 a.m.(7/19/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Charlaine
Hot on the heels of the birth of the Keatons' son, Lady Charlaine Blanchard has become Baroness Charlaine Moore. I have had the pleasure of working alongside Lady Charlaine in the research stacks, and I have no doubt she will be much beloved by the people of Acorn Hill.
Written By Audric
Nov. 9, 2017, 1:59 a.m.(7/19/1007 AR)
I see you. I hope you read these. Scholar, do me a favor, and make sure that this next part is very large.
I'm coming.
I'm coming.
Written By Mae
Nov. 9, 2017, 12:46 a.m.(7/19/1007 AR)
THE MURDER OF CROWS DARTS AND DRINKING CONTEST
Winner of the DARTS CONTEST:
Baron Audric de Lire defeated Highlord Victus Thrax to claim victory with a score of 141 points in the final round.
Winner of the DRINKING CONTEST:
Deputy Minister Magpie Grayhope was left standing as Dame Esoka Greenblood fell (literally), after 7 shots of Prince Creston's Black Rum.
No cats were harmed during these contests.
Winner of the DARTS CONTEST:
Baron Audric de Lire defeated Highlord Victus Thrax to claim victory with a score of 141 points in the final round.
Winner of the DRINKING CONTEST:
Deputy Minister Magpie Grayhope was left standing as Dame Esoka Greenblood fell (literally), after 7 shots of Prince Creston's Black Rum.
No cats were harmed during these contests.
Written By Armand
Nov. 8, 2017, 11:49 p.m.(7/19/1007 AR)
I have kept my oath. I have held the bones of the corrupted over the sacred flames of Lagoma.
May the Queen of Endings grant them redemption through the Wheel.
May the Queen of Endings grant them redemption through the Wheel.
Written By Tikva
Nov. 8, 2017, 11:31 p.m.(7/19/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Calaudrin
[Written in unusually large letters.]
WAS THAT A PROPOSAL??
WAS THAT A PROPOSAL??
Written By Thena
Nov. 8, 2017, 11 p.m.(7/19/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Daemon
If nothing else, I am a breaker of things.
Written By Grazia
Nov. 8, 2017, 10:34 p.m.(7/19/1007 AR)
I will pretend I didn't hear such scandalous admissions from my co-Duchess Dafne Zaffria.
We all know Quartz Hill is far superior in beauty!
We all know Quartz Hill is far superior in beauty!
Please note that the scholars may take some time preparing your journal for others to read.