Written By Kenjay
May 28, 2023, 8:16 p.m.(11/22/1019 AR)
I have been tasked with seeking knights of several orders, and with a discussion with them of knighthood and what it means to them, and honour, and what that means also. The discussions thus far have been most interesting, but there is still more to be learned, Scholar, and more that I must know in preparation for my own knighthood.
Written By Tesha
May 28, 2023, 7:37 p.m.(11/22/1019 AR)
The Sea Gauntlet is keeping me busy with planning. I hope that it is well received.
Written By Ann
May 28, 2023, 3:14 p.m.(11/21/1019 AR)
Relationship Note on Caspian
Speaking of seeing familiar faces it was good to see the Champion. Now to convince him to stay in one place so we can finally have that dance he owes me.
Written By Cassiopeia
May 28, 2023, 1:58 p.m.(11/21/1019 AR)
Relationship Note on Nazmir
We did it.
Written By Valencia
May 28, 2023, 1:15 p.m.(11/21/1019 AR)
I could not have had a more wonderful time. I adore being south again. The air. The seas. The scents and sounds. Even the way the stars shine at night. The world feels so different. It is rejuvenating, if I am honest.
The event was magical. The guests charming and beautiful. The traditions and delights of the night brought a warmth to my heart so great that my cheeks still hurt from the smiling so much. The wonderful vows. The stories and toasts. Words heartfelt and so full of meaning. The dancing, the ambiance... everything was sublime.
Upon reflection at the end of the evening, as watched the night from my window, two things struck me. Happiness for others is truly the best kind and how happy it makes me to see two people so in love find each other.
I cannot say how much I adore this. It is a beautiful thing that I hope to see more of. If all such pairing were so perfect and lovingly joyous I think the world would be a happier place.
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The event was magical. The guests charming and beautiful. The traditions and delights of the night brought a warmth to my heart so great that my cheeks still hurt from the smiling so much. The wonderful vows. The stories and toasts. Words heartfelt and so full of meaning. The dancing, the ambiance... everything was sublime.
Upon reflection at the end of the evening, as watched the night from my window, two things struck me. Happiness for others is truly the best kind and how happy it makes me to see two people so in love find each other.
I cannot say how much I adore this. It is a beautiful thing that I hope to see more of. If all such pairing were so perfect and lovingly joyous I think the world would be a happier place.
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Written By Filshiar
May 28, 2023, 7:18 a.m.(11/21/1019 AR)
I am so thankful for our queen. Surprised, intrigued, and in awe of her as well, but at the moment mostly thankful. May rest be given to all who need it in this fine city, knowing they are being watched over and cared for always.
Written By Gwenna
May 28, 2023, 7:09 a.m.(11/21/1019 AR)
My recent trip to Tremorus for the wedding and celebration of my cousin, now Marquis-Consort Nazmir, to Marquessa Cassiopeia Proscipi, did not disappoint. Were the two to be wed in the city with a small gathering, I would of course still be delighted! But this experience is one that I won't soon forget.
I admit some trepidation about being on a boat again heading for the Saffron Chain, but my worries were quickly put to rest. The city is absolutely brilliant with color, and there were tours that brought us down the mountain to white sand beaches, as well as to see some historical sights. There are still hints of the destruction that happened there, though seeing those along with all that has been achieved since gives a great sense of hope upon seeing them.
The celebration of the marriage was truly extraordinary. The theme, entertainment, and food were beyond imagining. It felt like a festival, to be honest, with heartfelt moments as many of us offered speeches and our congratulations. The joining of our Houses brings me great joy and anticipation, for our experiences come from the farthest ends of Avrum and together should be quite insightful indeed. The couple have already done much in Tremorus and I can only imagine what they might accomplish next.
I admit some trepidation about being on a boat again heading for the Saffron Chain, but my worries were quickly put to rest. The city is absolutely brilliant with color, and there were tours that brought us down the mountain to white sand beaches, as well as to see some historical sights. There are still hints of the destruction that happened there, though seeing those along with all that has been achieved since gives a great sense of hope upon seeing them.
The celebration of the marriage was truly extraordinary. The theme, entertainment, and food were beyond imagining. It felt like a festival, to be honest, with heartfelt moments as many of us offered speeches and our congratulations. The joining of our Houses brings me great joy and anticipation, for our experiences come from the farthest ends of Avrum and together should be quite insightful indeed. The couple have already done much in Tremorus and I can only imagine what they might accomplish next.
Written By Agric
May 28, 2023, 6:53 a.m.(11/21/1019 AR)
I thank Jayus for many things in my life, but since arriving in Arx I have realized his gift for bringing people together. Art doesn't always do that (gods know I have my own collection that are meant for none other than myself) but when it does it can be a wonderful and unexpected thing. I should remember to put my dues in at the shrine more often.
Written By Ann
May 28, 2023, 3:09 a.m.(11/20/1019 AR)
Tonight's celebration of my dear cousin Nazmir and his new wife Cassiopeia was so lovely. I think I will drift off to sleep remembering the many toasts. The way the wedded couple made their entry. The drinks, the food, the weather. All glorious. Time spent on the dance floor with one Lord Mattheu Rivenshari. Building a mountain made of glasses and being the team that won. Thanks to the expertise of Princess Sabella and Miss Nina. It was so good to see so many familiar faces celebrating and coming out for the event. I thank the spirits I was able to make it out to celebrate them. The children have many stories to tell me of their own adventure. This trip out will not be forgotten any time soon. Many blessings to the newly wedded couple.
Written By Elsbetta
May 28, 2023, 1:43 a.m.(11/20/1019 AR)
I haven't laughed so hard in a very long time. I laud everyone that strapped a sting to their behinds and competed in the bee fencing last night, tears rolled down my face.
Written By Arman
May 27, 2023, 10:55 p.m.(11/20/1019 AR)
I recently had need to commission a piece of jewelry for a special occasion. A complex piece made with materials known to be quiet difficult to work with. The end result was stunning, to put it simply. So then I must, without reserve, recommend the talents of young artisan Cufre Harrow for any and all of your jewelry related needs.
Written By Mabelle
May 27, 2023, 4:48 p.m.(11/20/1019 AR)
There is nothing undignified about shaking your stinger for the win.
Written By Gaspard
May 27, 2023, 12:11 p.m.(11/19/1019 AR)
Oh what is art? I must enquire...
A flavored word, or lyric fire?
A high burlesque, or sorrowed note,
A fiddle bowed, or poem wrote?
The answer drifts upon the air..
Like exotic glass: it's source is rare.
The question be, to those who see,
is why our art doth set us free.
Each rhythmic beat that comes from here,
escapes our hearts without a fear.
And travels far to spread the word,
of life, and love, and loss unheard.
The journey ends where it began,
from far and wide across the sand.
Behind it all there is no more,
until it's all been done before.
And when it has at last been said...
We all will lie forgotten, dead.
A flavored word, or lyric fire?
A high burlesque, or sorrowed note,
A fiddle bowed, or poem wrote?
The answer drifts upon the air..
Like exotic glass: it's source is rare.
The question be, to those who see,
is why our art doth set us free.
Each rhythmic beat that comes from here,
escapes our hearts without a fear.
And travels far to spread the word,
of life, and love, and loss unheard.
The journey ends where it began,
from far and wide across the sand.
Behind it all there is no more,
until it's all been done before.
And when it has at last been said...
We all will lie forgotten, dead.
Written By Gaspard
May 27, 2023, 12:05 p.m.(11/19/1019 AR)
My first memories of him were by the age of five,
When he mussed with my hair, and told me voice snide,
"Son, you must remember when the day is done,
to clean your feet in the shadow of the sun.";
And to this day, upon arriving home,
I look to my shoes, and for a man who will never come.
My second memories of him were by the age of seventeen,
When he clapped my shoulder, slapping my bearded chin unclean,
"Son, you must remember to compliment your mate,
Or else you will find yourself in a deprived state.";
And to this day, when I see my mate's eyes,
I revel in their color aloud, knowing he has died.
My third memories of him were by the age of twenty-two,
when he mused of my sister, and of my new wound.
"Son, remember that 'great things' should be considered lightly,
and the littlest of things with such detail, not slightly."
And to this day, when a man pries to the state of my face,
I smile as I do, and leave him in haste.
My fourth memories of him were by the age of twenty-five,
when I held his hand, and watched the last living breath die,
"Son, for me this you must do; never give up, or pretend to be a fool;
Always to yourself be true, and only willingly play the tool."
And with his dying breath I sighed, my eyes turning to shaded places inside;
and when my feet loudly scuff more than I intend,
His dying words, my thoughts often recommend.
My final memories of him were by the age of right now,
In song he is remembered, like the sky or dust-clouds,
"Father, you must remember that I miss you so,
and that your words, succinctly, to my children will go."
And to this day, a thought of him brings tears to my eyes,
Knowing his life was snuffed, like a torch to the wind's sighs.
When he mussed with my hair, and told me voice snide,
"Son, you must remember when the day is done,
to clean your feet in the shadow of the sun.";
And to this day, upon arriving home,
I look to my shoes, and for a man who will never come.
My second memories of him were by the age of seventeen,
When he clapped my shoulder, slapping my bearded chin unclean,
"Son, you must remember to compliment your mate,
Or else you will find yourself in a deprived state.";
And to this day, when I see my mate's eyes,
I revel in their color aloud, knowing he has died.
My third memories of him were by the age of twenty-two,
when he mused of my sister, and of my new wound.
"Son, remember that 'great things' should be considered lightly,
and the littlest of things with such detail, not slightly."
And to this day, when a man pries to the state of my face,
I smile as I do, and leave him in haste.
My fourth memories of him were by the age of twenty-five,
when I held his hand, and watched the last living breath die,
"Son, for me this you must do; never give up, or pretend to be a fool;
Always to yourself be true, and only willingly play the tool."
And with his dying breath I sighed, my eyes turning to shaded places inside;
and when my feet loudly scuff more than I intend,
His dying words, my thoughts often recommend.
My final memories of him were by the age of right now,
In song he is remembered, like the sky or dust-clouds,
"Father, you must remember that I miss you so,
and that your words, succinctly, to my children will go."
And to this day, a thought of him brings tears to my eyes,
Knowing his life was snuffed, like a torch to the wind's sighs.
Written By Gaspard
May 27, 2023, 11:53 a.m.(11/19/1019 AR)
When the mountains and I come to claim you
I hope you shall prepare
For I shall show no mercy
When I smell blood in the air
My eye is on my prey now
There is little point in running
The stride of your beast of burden
Is of no consequence to my cunning
The night is falling all around you
Darkness and I are not far behind
The earth is an ally to finality
And there is no man Death doesn't find
It is quite unfortunate for you
To be dealing with the likes of me
My blade is something seen by many
But something none have lived to see
If you knew what was approaching
You would take your odds with a tainted meal
Than chance a dance, in the mountains
With the moons and myself at your heel
So one last word of precaution
A warning should you choose to heed it
If you see me pray for luck
'Cause when I come, you're going to need it.
I hope you shall prepare
For I shall show no mercy
When I smell blood in the air
My eye is on my prey now
There is little point in running
The stride of your beast of burden
Is of no consequence to my cunning
The night is falling all around you
Darkness and I are not far behind
The earth is an ally to finality
And there is no man Death doesn't find
It is quite unfortunate for you
To be dealing with the likes of me
My blade is something seen by many
But something none have lived to see
If you knew what was approaching
You would take your odds with a tainted meal
Than chance a dance, in the mountains
With the moons and myself at your heel
So one last word of precaution
A warning should you choose to heed it
If you see me pray for luck
'Cause when I come, you're going to need it.
Written By Quenia
May 26, 2023, 7:52 p.m.(11/18/1019 AR)
I find myself at a precipice where I must consider what I might be willing to sacrifice in order to help the people I love. Do I offer something tangible and risk it not being enough? Do I offer a part of myself and risk that being too much and I have to live with those consequences? Or, do I give away something else and hope that might bring a happy medium?
How much is too much? How little is too little? What would be that perfect happy medium? I'm usually plagued with nightmares of a sort or another, but the dreams I've been having of late do nothing to help provide the answers I've been seeking, and so I've spent many a sleepless nights contemplating these things instead.
I just hope, in the end, I make the right decision.
What would you choose?
How much is too much? How little is too little? What would be that perfect happy medium? I'm usually plagued with nightmares of a sort or another, but the dreams I've been having of late do nothing to help provide the answers I've been seeking, and so I've spent many a sleepless nights contemplating these things instead.
I just hope, in the end, I make the right decision.
What would you choose?
Written By Mattheu
May 26, 2023, 9:34 a.m.(11/17/1019 AR)
Took the small hoard out for a run across fields by the tournament grounds and ran into an impromptu story time, as the lil Ilan put it. "Lord Titus tells the best stories"
Written By Sabella
May 26, 2023, 8:22 a.m.(11/17/1019 AR)
Relationship Note on Titus
Your story of the Rainbow Serpent was inspiring, and perhaps something I didn't know I needed to hear.
Sometimes we get so wrapped up in what would've been, what we could have done different, that we forget that these past things are stepping stones for something greater in our future. That we shouldn't dwell on them too much and naught that we can't keep them in our hearts. Rather inspiration to be a better person, definitely.
To flow like a river, ever changing.
Sometimes we get so wrapped up in what would've been, what we could have done different, that we forget that these past things are stepping stones for something greater in our future. That we shouldn't dwell on them too much and naught that we can't keep them in our hearts. Rather inspiration to be a better person, definitely.
To flow like a river, ever changing.
Written By Titus
May 25, 2023, 6:17 p.m.(11/16/1019 AR)
The lesson of the Rainbow Serpent is simple. If we hold too much to the past, the burdens and the energies which no longer are fit for our future, we will die in those bonds we've placed on ourselves. We must shed, change and transform to become the better person we aspire to be.
Written By Titus
May 25, 2023, 6:15 p.m.(11/16/1019 AR)
“How can we dare aspire and hope to transform the world, if we neglect that transformative power of change that lies within ourselves?”
The Rainbow Serpent danced upon the canvas of the sky and sea, adorned with pearlescent scales shimmering in every vibrant hue when the light touched it. It reveled in its radiant beauty, weaving ribbons of vibrant colours across the heavens and cascading through the depths of the boundless sea. With each graceful movement, it bestowed joy and wonder upon all who beheld its mesmerizing form. Yet, in its timeless wisdom, the Rainbow Serpent knew that growth and transformation required stillness and introspection. In reverence to the eternal cycle of existence, it would retreat to the sacred place of quiet solitude. There, hidden from the prying eyes of the world, the Rainbow Serpent would surrender to the essence of change, shedding its old skin, a magnificent tapestry of colours. As the skin touched the earth, it faded and merged with the soil, becoming one with the land that cradles our footsteps.
In this act of shedding, the Rainbow Serpent relinquished the burdens of the past, releasing the energies that no longer served its purpose. It surrendered to the healing touch of change. And as the Rainbow Serpent slumbered in its place of sacred solitude to contemplate the past and the future, its new skin began to form. Bit by bit, with each passing moment, it grew stronger, brighter and more vibrant. The Rainbow Serpent would emerge from its slumber with scales that glistened with renewed vigor and power and hope for a future worth fighting for.
So it is with our own existence. We too possess the the potential to undergo a profound metamorphosis. Just as the Rainbow Serpent sloughed its skin to become one with the earth, so too must we allow the remnants of our old selves to gracefully merge with the tapestry of our past experiences and life. We honour our history and embrace the lessons it has bestowed upon us, while eagerly stepping forward into the embrace of the unknown, brighter and hopefully wiser with the lessons of our past.
Embrace the Rainbow Serpent, to embrace the power to change, to shed the burdens that no longer serve our higher purpose. In the embrace of change, we find the essence of our truest selves and become catalysts of transformation, not only for ourselves but for the world that surrounds us.
Heed the wisdom of the Rainbow Serpent and embrace that transformative power that lies within us Shed our old skin, step into the light and become an embodiment of change, radiating with the luminosity of rebirth.
The Rainbow Serpent danced upon the canvas of the sky and sea, adorned with pearlescent scales shimmering in every vibrant hue when the light touched it. It reveled in its radiant beauty, weaving ribbons of vibrant colours across the heavens and cascading through the depths of the boundless sea. With each graceful movement, it bestowed joy and wonder upon all who beheld its mesmerizing form. Yet, in its timeless wisdom, the Rainbow Serpent knew that growth and transformation required stillness and introspection. In reverence to the eternal cycle of existence, it would retreat to the sacred place of quiet solitude. There, hidden from the prying eyes of the world, the Rainbow Serpent would surrender to the essence of change, shedding its old skin, a magnificent tapestry of colours. As the skin touched the earth, it faded and merged with the soil, becoming one with the land that cradles our footsteps.
In this act of shedding, the Rainbow Serpent relinquished the burdens of the past, releasing the energies that no longer served its purpose. It surrendered to the healing touch of change. And as the Rainbow Serpent slumbered in its place of sacred solitude to contemplate the past and the future, its new skin began to form. Bit by bit, with each passing moment, it grew stronger, brighter and more vibrant. The Rainbow Serpent would emerge from its slumber with scales that glistened with renewed vigor and power and hope for a future worth fighting for.
So it is with our own existence. We too possess the the potential to undergo a profound metamorphosis. Just as the Rainbow Serpent sloughed its skin to become one with the earth, so too must we allow the remnants of our old selves to gracefully merge with the tapestry of our past experiences and life. We honour our history and embrace the lessons it has bestowed upon us, while eagerly stepping forward into the embrace of the unknown, brighter and hopefully wiser with the lessons of our past.
Embrace the Rainbow Serpent, to embrace the power to change, to shed the burdens that no longer serve our higher purpose. In the embrace of change, we find the essence of our truest selves and become catalysts of transformation, not only for ourselves but for the world that surrounds us.
Heed the wisdom of the Rainbow Serpent and embrace that transformative power that lies within us Shed our old skin, step into the light and become an embodiment of change, radiating with the luminosity of rebirth.
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