Written By Tessa
Nov. 7, 2017, 11:15 p.m.(7/17/1007 AR)
Note to brothers every where... if you want your sister to like your wife. It's probably best to warn you sister before you marry her.
Written By Sparte
Nov. 7, 2017, 10:27 p.m.(7/17/1007 AR)
I don't feel like I should be too specific about some things in journals these days. I know some people just write black journals, but that feels like just being specific to a few very bookish people and snubbing everyone else.
I found out today that somebody - who I thought was a little crazy and I hope she forgives me for that - was right and wrong about me. Right in a way she probably didn't expect, wrong in a way that got my hopes up. I don't know how to feel about things, but I guess being vague is the best way to acknowledge that things happened and now I'm more confused.
I found out today that somebody - who I thought was a little crazy and I hope she forgives me for that - was right and wrong about me. Right in a way she probably didn't expect, wrong in a way that got my hopes up. I don't know how to feel about things, but I guess being vague is the best way to acknowledge that things happened and now I'm more confused.
Written By Orazio
Nov. 7, 2017, 9:33 p.m.(7/17/1007 AR)
To the Faithful reader:
I am now officially fifty-one years old. Sometimes, it feels as if the last three years have passed more slowly than the forty-eight which came before. Certainly, this last year has been packed with revelations, tragedies, triumphs, and new beginnings. Sometimes, I do envy those who are younger than I in this awakening age. But it has still been a gift of the gods to exist, and live, and learn through these turbulent days.
I must also thank the lovely Whisper Champion, Bliss, for keeping me company on the day. I have not laughed like that in a while.
I am now officially fifty-one years old. Sometimes, it feels as if the last three years have passed more slowly than the forty-eight which came before. Certainly, this last year has been packed with revelations, tragedies, triumphs, and new beginnings. Sometimes, I do envy those who are younger than I in this awakening age. But it has still been a gift of the gods to exist, and live, and learn through these turbulent days.
I must also thank the lovely Whisper Champion, Bliss, for keeping me company on the day. I have not laughed like that in a while.
Written By Tessa
Nov. 7, 2017, 9:19 p.m.(7/17/1007 AR)
I have decided I would rather not have babies, getting fat just so one can have a screaming, wriggling creature that spews fluids all over and can do nothing but suck and demand just doesn't seem worth it.
Written By Eleyna
Nov. 7, 2017, 6:52 p.m.(7/16/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Edward
I don't think that sentence says what you think it does.
Written By Edward
Nov. 7, 2017, 6:20 p.m.(7/16/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Kael
Congratulations on your successful familial copulation.
Written By Driskell
Nov. 7, 2017, 6:08 p.m.(7/16/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Joslyn
Not all wounds are to be healed in this lifetime, but all experiences can teach.
Written By Joslyn
Nov. 7, 2017, 5:37 p.m.(7/16/1007 AR)
Whoever said that time heals all wounds was full of shit. It hasn't gotten any easier, and now everybody is trying to tell me that I can't have my wine, just when I need it the most! They can't keep me from my wine!
Written By Corban
Nov. 7, 2017, 2:29 p.m.(7/16/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Reigna
Count and Countess Keaton are among my favorite couples in Arx (not that I have favorites, mind), and the addition of Lord Aeryn Squall Keaton is a special blessing. I know they will make wonderful parents (with finally a nanny on staff), and I look forward to seeing Lord Aeryn come to age under their guidance.
Come see me when you want to run the Gauntlet, Lord Aeryn. I'll make sure Lord Percephone fudges the score entry for you.
Come see me when you want to run the Gauntlet, Lord Aeryn. I'll make sure Lord Percephone fudges the score entry for you.
Written By Khanne
Nov. 7, 2017, 12:54 p.m.(7/16/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Reigna
I am so very happy for two of my favorite people, Count Kael and Countess Reigna Keaton. Aeryn Squall Keaton has been born! I look forward to meeting the little storm who already has a place in my heart and wish for him a long and healthy life full of prosperity and happiness. He could not ask for better parents.
Congratulations Keaton House!
Congratulations Keaton House!
Written By Merek
Nov. 7, 2017, 7:55 a.m.(7/16/1007 AR)
It would seem that the colder months come once more. It was an interesting festival recently, but I've been keeping to my own for it. I built a new shield during it though, which I do like. Rubicund is beautiful in some of the forms that it takes. I have a like for many colors! I also like the fall and winter weather. It is great for a nice drink of kahve.
Written By Sergei
Nov. 7, 2017, 1:58 a.m.(7/15/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Joslyn
Sparring her has the same impact as wrangling a pissed off cat into a cold bath. I appreciate the attitude she carries aside those little needles of hers, though.
Personal note: Prefers women-- we're basically best friends already.
Personal note: Prefers women-- we're basically best friends already.
Written By Sergei
Nov. 7, 2017, 1:56 a.m.(7/15/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Esoka
Kindly let me win the spar. Good woman, strong swordarm-- Very appreciative that she kept her promise and didn't break my face.
Written By Orathy
Nov. 7, 2017, 1:37 a.m.(7/15/1007 AR)
Fucking OW. I ain't supposed to get knifed at Silk taverns.
*blood splatters*
I be corrected! I be told it was I got quilled. Pen knife right into me hand.
This after listening to a sermon by some Dusted up Brother who be knowing mummer's tricks?
Too much for old Rath today.
Where be a good fight when I needs it, uh? Least that be simple.
And aye. Name's Rath now. Lady Quill's suggestion. Kind of sticks.
*blood splatters*
I be corrected! I be told it was I got quilled. Pen knife right into me hand.
This after listening to a sermon by some Dusted up Brother who be knowing mummer's tricks?
Too much for old Rath today.
Where be a good fight when I needs it, uh? Least that be simple.
And aye. Name's Rath now. Lady Quill's suggestion. Kind of sticks.
Written By Donella
Nov. 6, 2017, 11:36 p.m.(7/15/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Mira
Poor Mira. I hope that you do recover from your wounds, so that you can play as you wish.
Written By Alis
Nov. 6, 2017, 8:19 p.m.(7/15/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Fergus
Don't be a sword hog, Fergus!
Written By Valery
Nov. 6, 2017, 5:35 p.m.(7/14/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Marian
Lady Marian came to visit the garden today.
And she liked my Summer tea.
(I was hoping to have sold more by now, though...)
We were talking about stories. About how to answer.
And about stuffed animals too...
And she liked my Summer tea.
(I was hoping to have sold more by now, though...)
We were talking about stories. About how to answer.
And about stuffed animals too...
Written By Edain
Nov. 6, 2017, 3:55 p.m.(7/14/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Fergus
If it's any consolation I still use you as a threat when you and Princess Marian are visiting.
Written By Bliss
Nov. 6, 2017, 1:57 p.m.(7/14/1007 AR)
The Folly of Bliss Whisper
I was feeling fine on my way back from Whitehold, my victory against Ringar the Red and my time with a grateful patron had left me with no shortage of warm tinglies. The journey had been just what I needed to forget the sting of mortality. What the fuck else do you do when your enemy had the temerity to die at someone else’s hands? I need time for me, and the dueling circuit had offered. And when it made good on its offer to refocus my life, I set my horse south again.
Things were fine until closer to Arx. I spent more than my fair share of coin at many a tavern and inn and my purse was feeling light once more. But my flask was still full and my boisterous singing of Gloria was a thing of legend. I like to think that my dulcet tones were what drew Their attention.
You see, beloved reader, darling fan… it so happened at I was beset and surrounded by dark creatures one evening as I made my camp. They took me unawares, two dozen of them in the darkest of black leathers. Two dozen with the wickedest of weapons.
Stepping into the ring of my firelight a tall, pale-haired and dark-skinned elf leered at me. “Riddle me this, most beautiful of human women: To survive this Folly you must agree, the risks you accept all on your own; one thing you can give me, and after giving must keep.”
I smirked. “My word.”
And that was all it took to bring me into the greatest challenge of my life so far (other than breathing in an Oathlands corset). From sundown to sunrise I had to fight them. They chased me through the forest like some beast to be hunted. They clapped like I were a trained dog when their traps I avoided. When a test was passed a riddle was given, and once or twice I had to think. It was in steel I wrote my name – one of theirs shall forever bear a kiss of bliss from my Rapier instead of my lips.
At the end I had laughed at their challenges, defeated their champions, tied the tongues of their Riddlemasters, and been declared the winner of a Folly.
Why do I tell you this, gentle reader?
Beause my fanclub is coming to Arx with their embassy. If you see a pack of Nox’alfar vying for my attention, know it is in adoration and not cruelty that they seek me. Make them buy you a drink and then teach them to send a letter to Whisper House.
I was feeling fine on my way back from Whitehold, my victory against Ringar the Red and my time with a grateful patron had left me with no shortage of warm tinglies. The journey had been just what I needed to forget the sting of mortality. What the fuck else do you do when your enemy had the temerity to die at someone else’s hands? I need time for me, and the dueling circuit had offered. And when it made good on its offer to refocus my life, I set my horse south again.
Things were fine until closer to Arx. I spent more than my fair share of coin at many a tavern and inn and my purse was feeling light once more. But my flask was still full and my boisterous singing of Gloria was a thing of legend. I like to think that my dulcet tones were what drew Their attention.
You see, beloved reader, darling fan… it so happened at I was beset and surrounded by dark creatures one evening as I made my camp. They took me unawares, two dozen of them in the darkest of black leathers. Two dozen with the wickedest of weapons.
Stepping into the ring of my firelight a tall, pale-haired and dark-skinned elf leered at me. “Riddle me this, most beautiful of human women: To survive this Folly you must agree, the risks you accept all on your own; one thing you can give me, and after giving must keep.”
I smirked. “My word.”
And that was all it took to bring me into the greatest challenge of my life so far (other than breathing in an Oathlands corset). From sundown to sunrise I had to fight them. They chased me through the forest like some beast to be hunted. They clapped like I were a trained dog when their traps I avoided. When a test was passed a riddle was given, and once or twice I had to think. It was in steel I wrote my name – one of theirs shall forever bear a kiss of bliss from my Rapier instead of my lips.
At the end I had laughed at their challenges, defeated their champions, tied the tongues of their Riddlemasters, and been declared the winner of a Folly.
Why do I tell you this, gentle reader?
Beause my fanclub is coming to Arx with their embassy. If you see a pack of Nox’alfar vying for my attention, know it is in adoration and not cruelty that they seek me. Make them buy you a drink and then teach them to send a letter to Whisper House.
Written By Driskell
Nov. 6, 2017, 12:40 p.m.(7/14/1007 AR)
I sometimes wonder if the gods and archfiends watch in bewilderment as we do a terrific job ourselves in making the world a far more difficult place to be in.
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