Written By Samael
Oct. 25, 2017, 8:31 a.m.(6/18/1007 AR)
I am glad the renovations to the Bisland Manor are just about complete in time for the Bisland Meeting of the Marches this week. I would not care to host our esteemed vassals and guests in an active construction site.
Written By Audric
Oct. 25, 2017, 1:44 a.m.(6/17/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Jack
My, uh, my holes are pretty good how they are. Thanks? I think? But I'll pass?
Written By Eithne
Oct. 25, 2017, 1:41 a.m.(6/17/1007 AR)
I woke up today as I do every other day to a full schedule of metal work. I followed this by having a drink or two because after being in a hot sweaty forge all day, that's the one thing that really takes the edge away. That and it's damned delicious. What I didn't expect was to have an intense and involved lesson with Princess Marian while Lord Armand played the perfect distraction.
Damn those good looking men who like to douse their shirts with water until it clings to every rippling muscle and becomes see-through. How is a girl supposed to learn how to handle a sword with all that running around?
Damn those good looking men who like to douse their shirts with water until it clings to every rippling muscle and becomes see-through. How is a girl supposed to learn how to handle a sword with all that running around?
Written By Calypso
Oct. 25, 2017, 1:23 a.m.(6/17/1007 AR)
Baron Audric - I pity your lack of creativity.
Dr. Jack, however, sounds very clever indeed. Good Doctor, please accept this invitation to join me in the Titanic Skull - Makeshift Office - of Southport Square.
Dr. Jack, however, sounds very clever indeed. Good Doctor, please accept this invitation to join me in the Titanic Skull - Makeshift Office - of Southport Square.
Written By Jack
Oct. 25, 2017, 1:04 a.m.(6/17/1007 AR)
Do you need help getting your holes filled, Baron? I've dabbled in taxidermy.
~Dr. Jack Bathwater
~Dr. Jack Bathwater
Written By Audric
Oct. 25, 2017, 12:56 a.m.(6/17/1007 AR)
Skulls make really, really bad goblets, just as a point of general advice. You have to have a lot of metal crammed in there, or all the holes in someone's head mean you get barely a shot's worth while you dribble it all over your pants. The points you get for intimidation and ....style?... aren't worth the trouble of it.
Written By Calypso
Oct. 24, 2017, 11:52 p.m.(6/17/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Freja
Just the formorian one in the yard. Though I do use it as an office on occasion. That has to count for something.
If you're making goblets, we'll have to have a twin pair made.
If you're making goblets, we'll have to have a twin pair made.
Written By Freja
Oct. 24, 2017, 10:15 p.m.(6/17/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Calypso
Darling, I didn't tell you about the wall because at this point I had figured you had already constructed a wall of skulls of your own.
At least catch up to my settee of skulls.
Next up? A goblet.
At least catch up to my settee of skulls.
Next up? A goblet.
Written By Mae
Oct. 24, 2017, 7:46 p.m.(6/17/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Calypso
My apologies, duchess.
We are still very new at honoring Death as we should.
We are still very new at honoring Death as we should.
Written By Clover
Oct. 24, 2017, 6:40 p.m.(6/16/1007 AR)
*A sketch of a broken mask; one large piece showing the nose and part of the eye hole. The rest shattered into so many small unrecognizable pieces.*
I wept. She spoke to me as I wept. And I wept even more. For her voice is that of a thousand unshed tears. For her I wept all thousand of those tears.
I wept. She spoke to me as I wept. And I wept even more. For her voice is that of a thousand unshed tears. For her I wept all thousand of those tears.
Written By Ford
Oct. 24, 2017, 6:03 p.m.(6/16/1007 AR)
Personal Thought.
Inspirational saying, quote, or anecdote.
Pithy and petty jab at someone not able to immediately defend themselves.
There, scholar, I've done my duty. Now may I get back to work?
Inspirational saying, quote, or anecdote.
Pithy and petty jab at someone not able to immediately defend themselves.
There, scholar, I've done my duty. Now may I get back to work?
Written By Calypso
Oct. 24, 2017, 5:15 p.m.(6/16/1007 AR)
I learned today that there is an entire wall of skulls in the Shrine of Death to honor lost lives. This is a sentiment I can get behind. Not only does it face us with mortality and remind us of how precious life is, but it also gives us a chance to revisit those who were lost and remember what they died for.
More importantly... Why didn't anyone tell me we had a whole wall of skulls?!
More importantly... Why didn't anyone tell me we had a whole wall of skulls?!
Written By Cristoph
Oct. 24, 2017, 5:02 p.m.(6/16/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Katarina
When I find out I'll probably think you're all very invested in me being obsessed with bees.
Written By Katarina
Oct. 24, 2017, 4:56 p.m.(6/16/1007 AR)
I wonder what Duke Cristoph will think when he finds out he's the inspiration for our naming a carrier ship the Sea Bee.
Written By Rey
Oct. 24, 2017, 3:35 p.m.(6/16/1007 AR)
I dreamed that I had a sword. It was a gift, I think, and a well intentioned one, but I shouldn't have accepted it. Swords are for killing. The world spun around me, and I had a sword in my hands, and swords are for killing. The world spun around me, and eventually, the spinning was going to stop, and I was going to be holding a sword...
The house on a hill heaved and groaned. It cracked under my feet and the roof split above my head. They were breaking it, breaking it just like they'd done before, and I felt myself being dragged into another place. Music echoed, off key and far away. It was a woman singing. It was my mother. The storm beat about us, the waves broke over our heads. I couldn't breathe, but still she sang to me. She sang to me through her pain, and through mine. She sang softer and softer, and I could feel the life slipping away from her as the song died away forever.
She's dead. My light is gone.
I woke up crying.
I never want to have a dream like that again.
The house on a hill heaved and groaned. It cracked under my feet and the roof split above my head. They were breaking it, breaking it just like they'd done before, and I felt myself being dragged into another place. Music echoed, off key and far away. It was a woman singing. It was my mother. The storm beat about us, the waves broke over our heads. I couldn't breathe, but still she sang to me. She sang to me through her pain, and through mine. She sang softer and softer, and I could feel the life slipping away from her as the song died away forever.
She's dead. My light is gone.
I woke up crying.
I never want to have a dream like that again.
Written By Monique
Oct. 24, 2017, 3:12 p.m.(6/16/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Agnarr
I've also heard tremendously good things about that mountain of a man, Master Agnarr! But then, I suppose that might also be biased.
Written By Agnarr
Oct. 24, 2017, 2:59 p.m.(6/16/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Monique
Unbiased account, that.
Written By Monique
Oct. 24, 2017, 2:39 p.m.(6/16/1007 AR)
I find Telmar men, as a whole, to be wonderful. Even Duke Arn.
Written By Cristoph
Oct. 24, 2017, 2:30 p.m.(6/16/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Alarissa
Are you accusing me of pub crawling and attempting to disguise it?
Hrmpft.
Hrmpft.
Written By Marian
Oct. 24, 2017, 1:59 p.m.(6/16/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Mae
I look forward to seeing the opening of the Crow Soup Kitchen. You are a sweet angel for pulling this together.
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