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Written By Andrina

Nov. 26, 2020, 2:54 a.m.(6/15/1014 AR)

My favorite stories, growing up, were of princes and princesses who overcame evil monsters and saved their kingdoms. However, since asking for people to nominate members of the commonfolk to be made into statuettes for the Marbelous Moldings ... I am beginning to think I may have been a very shallow minded child!

Written By Dio

Nov. 26, 2020, 12:30 a.m.(6/15/1014 AR)

Relationship Note on Ophira

In speaking with a guest today I was reminded of how much I miss the graceful steps of my sister in the palazzo. Several times I sat at night in the water garden, drinking tea or rum, in quiet reflections on the war, or trade, or the events of the day. Ophira would walk barefoot up to the fountain: her company, like a guiding star on a clear night at sea. She would converse with me, and sometimes not - would drink with me, and sometimes not, would sometimes rest her head on my shoulder, or hum a beautiful tune.

I miss moving past the tablinium, and hearing the sound of her voice singing when she thought no one could hear her. I came in one night from a failed raid, covered in dried blood. I'd washed the gash in my arm with alcohol, and I should've applied fire, but I let Hob bandage it instead. Anne practically carried me to the gate, but by the time I'd gotten inside, I'd managed to shake off all assistance, and wandered toward the garden alone. There in the moonlight, Ophira was practicing the knife dance of Ischia. It is transporting sometimes to see the way a dolphin cuts the waves: a body in perfect, effortless motion. Such was the vision of Ophira dancing with her blades.

She has begun a new voyage, and before her lies a dangerous course, but she does not sail alone.

Written By Lucita

Nov. 25, 2020, 9:56 p.m.(6/15/1014 AR)

Ohhh, the shipment of glass keepsake boxes from the glass artisians have arrived. Three of them survived the trip in perfect condition. The colors are so rich they almost glow and shimmer when looking at them from different angles. One is the hue of the flames in Gloria's fire, another the hue of the waters in Mangata's shrine, and the last is the color of the leaves and grass when Lagoma's spring arrives. They are each unique, dated on the base and numbered. I hope they will sell well at the auction for helping restore the Cathedral.

Written By Sabella

Nov. 25, 2020, 9:52 p.m.(6/15/1014 AR)

I have created my very first painting that I intend to put up for auction at the Cathedral fundraiser! While I am sure it is no masterpiece and will pale beside all the rest I am quite pleased with my use of color and when Niklas saw it he praised my "use of color" and that I had used "lots of paint" to create "something utterly unique that is definitely a painting people will notice" and I could not be prouder!

Several people have approached me so far to show me absolutely gorgeous things! I think people will be quite interested in what Baroness Lucita is offering up and I've heard Princess Gwenna is painting and I just absolutely love that people are leaning into their creativity to help in such a wonderful project!

I can't wait to see what else people come up with!

Written By Ripley

Nov. 25, 2020, 7:01 p.m.(6/15/1014 AR)

And I'm lost again. I threw everything out. It's not good enough. Or I'm not good enough. I don't know. Someone can destroy them or can sell them. I don't care. Jayus can have it all.

Written By Piccola

Nov. 25, 2020, 3:42 p.m.(6/14/1014 AR)

Seek not political power, wise general.

Wisdom in warfare is the epitome of intelligence. Intelligence, however, is the antithesis to popularity. An opinion about the nature of the world is often so abhorrent to the people's sensibilities -- they use them without inspection and out of traditional habit -- that no man or woman seeking the approval of others dare affirm it in public. Although our leaders are not elevated by public opinion, it remains nonetheless important for all nobles to remain in good standing with their people and their peers, else they invite the sort of villainy and treachery later proclaimed just by ignorant victors.

Straightforwardness without civility is like a surgeon's knife: effective but unpleasant. Candor with courtesy is helpful and admirable, but of little use when a man is bleeding his life out onto a floor. Let those tasked with dissuading skullduggery seek and maintain political power, and remember, wise general, that you are their doctor: employed as necessary in their times of need and tasked often with completing the most dire and unpopular of tasks.

There is no virtue in political power.

Written By Ophira

Nov. 25, 2020, 3:26 p.m.(6/14/1014 AR)

Relationship Note on Dio

Your story was an unexpected gift as it painted such a nostalgic image of home - I find that I miss it terribly. But more importantly than that, my brother, I'm glad that you were granted peace.

Written By Monique

Nov. 25, 2020, 3:08 p.m.(6/14/1014 AR)

I've always been a fan of flaws. Flaws are beautiful. Imperfection is what makes a person engaging, interesting, and it makes them able to relate to others, to understand and forgive. And if you don't have any flaws, you may as well be dead already.

Written By Lisebet

Nov. 25, 2020, 11:32 a.m.(6/14/1014 AR)

I have been reflecting on honour of late. What does it mean? How does one have the strength to do the honoorable thing, come what may?

It is a question that I think may have no answers until one is in the thick of things, and may not thereafter be able to explain.

I pray to Gloria that I will have the strength and honour that is right, should ever I find myself in such situations.

Written By Gwenna

Nov. 25, 2020, 9:11 a.m.(6/14/1014 AR)

It feels like it has been years since I managed to put brush to canvas - and it may be true, for time seems to pass at an extraordinarily quick rate these days. So often I have stood before a canvas just over the past year with a blank mind and, as it would end up, an equally blank canvas at the end of the day.

After word from Princess Sabella, however, I managed to create two pieces that I'm rather proud of, even if they needed quite a bit of touching up. Both will be donated for the Cathedral Art Auction Fundraiser and, while modest, hopefully will fetch even a bit of silver to go toward the efforts.

Written By Calista

Nov. 25, 2020, 1:04 a.m.(6/13/1014 AR)

Is there such a thing as 'too much' when composing a message to someone?

Written By Elyid

Nov. 24, 2020, 10:29 p.m.(6/13/1014 AR)

Met two lovely individuals in the Tavern today. Patrizio and Emberly are a credit to the city

Written By Elyid

Nov. 24, 2020, 4:50 p.m.(6/12/1014 AR)

A glacier's pace may be slow and steady, but one does well to prepare for the crack of ice and the thunder of an avalanche

Written By Ciro

Nov. 24, 2020, 11:57 a.m.(6/12/1014 AR)

These first days back in the city have been interesting to say the least, I have found myself wandering the taverns and inns in search of her. But all I find is new faces and those who are preparing for war. Banners called here and there across the city as men and women prepare to go to battle. And here I am seeking out some insufferable blonde for what is mine.

While so far these searches have been in vain it is my hope that one of these days I will find the proper inn or tavern..And the proper blonde.

Written By Piccola

Nov. 24, 2020, 11:52 a.m.(6/12/1014 AR)

Savor vengeance, wise general.

Many men have thoughts on the wisdom of vengeance. Some say it is more noble to forgive and more mannish to despise than to revenge an injury. Others say that revenge is profitable whereas forgiveness is expensive. Whether revenge is just or merely an emotion, a thousand scholars have spent a thousand pages memorializing their thoughts, opinions, and fantasies on the subject.

Let me spend one page for mine.

Vengeance is what it is. However we justify sating the appetite to see the pains inflicting on us inflicted upon others, there is no doubt a reaction based on circumstances. For some, it is sweet; others, it is bitter. As we can never truly know what is just to the Gods so it is that we can never be certain that how we feel is appropriate for the revenge we witness or cause. We can only be certain of the feeling itself.

And we are the most adept at convincing ourselves of the righteousness of our causes..

Written By Strozza

Nov. 24, 2020, 11:41 a.m.(6/12/1014 AR)

Sunlight blanketed
Peaceful silent reverie
Seven more should do it.

Written By Dio

Nov. 24, 2020, 10:54 a.m.(6/12/1014 AR)

I traveled to Ischia's largest cathedral to speak with Seraph Livia about the apostates, and any possible unrest on account of Waldo's recent proclamations. I have always felt that if the gods ever desired a place to rest in the Dream, surely it would be to sip wine in the gardens of the Cathedral di Morisco with perhaps the most well-traveled of Seraphs, and the kindest.

Amid the colonnades, gardens and scriptoriums of the cathedral, disciples went about their business, untroubled so far as I could tell, save with the typical disputes of vow breakers. Instead, I saw the clergy of Ischia offering blessings to the sick and the poor, speaking to the families of the Seraceni court about the duties of marriage before Limerance, and offering advice to merchants on how to best acquire the favor of Gild.

At our quiet garden table, over a glass of Ischian red, Seraph Livia told me that those paying serious attention to Waldo, Ivan and the apostate faction are few on Ischia, though malefactors looking to profit from the situation should not be underestimated. Knowing my nature and policy, she refused to suggest any names for interrogation, and reassured me that faith in the gods and their holy vicars is the best path to peace at home and prosperous raids at sea.

The rest of our conversation passed on pleasing subjects: the best vintages currently available in the city, the latest works of Prince Sebastian Pravus, the songs of Lady Ophira Blackshore, and of course, the jewelry being crafted for the upcoming gala. In the end, Seraph Livia left me inspired and content, and I in turn left a sizable donation to the Faith that had once floated in the hold of Skal'dajan ship.

That evening I was walking past the Fountain of Gild as the first stars were visible at twilight. A painting caught my attention: a group of fashionably dressed nobles or courtiers standing by the fountain in the light of a fresh dawn. The painting itself in its color, texture and composition displayed genius and skill. The more I looked at it, the more I couldn't shake a feeling of familiarity. The eyes of one noblewoman depicted were as clear and blue as the waters of Ischia. Another nobleman was painted with the most exquisite waistcoat. I inquired as to whether the subjects of the painting were inspired by life. She said they were visitors from Arx, helping to solve a dispute among jewelers. I laughed, and paid her an exorbitant fee for the painting.

Written By Natasha

Nov. 24, 2020, 3:43 a.m.(6/11/1014 AR)

As a Disciple, I tend to view my prayers as necessary to start the day with a clear mind, and recalibrate said mind at the end of it before it rests.

With that written, I do not think I have prayed as many times in my life as I have in the last week.

Written By Thea

Nov. 23, 2020, 5:36 p.m.(6/11/1014 AR)

Home from the latest journey. It was--interesting to say the least. It was like a family dinner, I'll say that much. But I couldn't imagine a better group of people to go on any adventure with.

Written By Aconite

Nov. 23, 2020, 4:55 p.m.(6/10/1014 AR)

It seems I don't get to enjoy the city for very long before I have to turn around and head right back away from it again. No doubt there are a few vintners whose coffers are much lighter in my absence...

I hope that's all the loss the city will suffer while I am away..

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