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Written By Wylla

Jan. 20, 2022, 2:46 p.m.(12/18/1016 AR)

There is a mushroom called 'chicken-of-the-woods'. It's delicious and uncommon enough that to find one is to celebrate.

[Little drawings of mushrooms along the edges of the page. No other writing.]

Written By Orland

Jan. 20, 2022, 1:39 p.m.(12/18/1016 AR)

Thoughts of a Squire... almost two years in...

I've been with the Order of East Light for at since February of 1015 AR, when Princess Coraline Thrax allowed me to join in her care. It's now the last month of 1016 AR, and I'm reflecting on my journey thus far, knowing I'm still thriving in this knighthood, still very eager to learn and better myself. I look up to Prince Romulius and Prince Jasher quite often, when it comes to the Order of East Light, and I work to learn from them as often as I can.

That said, I cannot believe I've dedicated almost two years as a Squire to the Order of East Light, which is pretty spectacular for someone of my upbringing. Where does time go?

I wasn't raised in the arts of hand to hand combat like my peers. I didn't have the privilege to. What I was raised into was a situation of survival and fighting in a very different sense. Though I've seen the transformation that this life in a knighthood has given me; mentally, physically, and emotionally. I'm far more grounded than when I first started and I certainly don't feel as angry as I used to be. I can actually wield a sword now and I don't always get my ass kicked by the younger squires. I'm actually able to spar with the full Knights of the Order and I feel like I can hold my own. I've done a lot of growing up these last few years.

The other day when Dame Kyda issued her challenge, I wanted to prove to myself I had grown, as a Squire (a square as Savio calls me) and as a man. I have survived so much thus far and it cannot all be by luck. I am not always an open book, but in this instance, I feel it's okay to record my own success. I fought against the Dame, I accepted her challenge as the first of the day. I pushed my way to the front and spoke the words to take on her challenge and she accepted me as a challenger! She was wearing Alaricite and sported a weapon like I've never seen before, it gleamed with it's transcendent qualities. I'm pretty sure it was also Alarcite. She was very impressive! She only needed to cross blades once to read how I would fight, at least that's how I feel when she faced me. I faced her with honor and represented the Order in the way they taught me to.

In my dreams, I saw a possibility of defeating her, for an instant. The idea of winning against a challenger who stood before the Shrines issuing honor to Gloria in front of all my Peers, felt amazing for a fleeting moment. Though, perhaps it was pride before the fall. My true performance was decent. I survived longer than most of my Peers, though my husband survived twice as long as I did against the very same challenger. The match ultimately went to her, but I think in this case, for me, this challenge wasn't about winning so much as about trying and having that confidence to match blades for the Honor of Gloria. I never would've had the confidence to match blades with her, two years ago.

If I'm asked to be a knight, I may decline on reasons that I have so much more to learn, but then I understand, life is full of learning and we can never truly stop learning. Do I feel ready to be a knight? In some ways, yes. In other ways, I know I have a lot more training I could do. Would I be willing to give my oaths? Perhaps that can be my goal in this year to come.

Written By Monique

Jan. 20, 2022, 11:51 a.m.(12/18/1016 AR)

I have been through painter after painter, seeking to learn the trick of art. And one by one, they throw up their hands in despair and say I cannot be taught. How do you see what is not already there? How do you capture the ephemeral feeling on canvas? I wonder if I will ever find a teacher up to the challenge.

Written By Ida

Jan. 20, 2022, 6:16 a.m.(12/18/1016 AR)

I may craft an actual hammer weapon. Not that I've any skill with hand-held weapons, but it is an idea I can't quite get out of my head. I even have a sketch mostly done, though I have to wonder if it might be better to work on something that someone might actually be able to use instead. I suppose I could always loan it out.

Written By Raven

Jan. 19, 2022, 11:44 p.m.(12/17/1016 AR)

Tisk, tisk, tisk. If you are goin to fool someone do make it a believable lie-or at least ensure it takes more than a cursory glance about to discover the truth. Full marks for shock value. Absolutely none for cleverness. Alas, you must wait your turn but, fear not, soon enough you will have our attention and JUST enough time to wonder if it was wise to warrant it.

Written By Zakhar

Jan. 19, 2022, 8:29 p.m.(12/17/1016 AR)

The dance of a million sparkling lights.

I dare you to attempt to beat it without seeking reimbursement for your efforts.

Written By Temira

Jan. 19, 2022, 9:39 a.m.(12/16/1016 AR)

Relationship Note on Ilira

A Friend on my level<3 I can't wait to see where this friendship flourishes. She is so charming as well. I can't wait to have her refinded taste rub off on me. Instead of some abandoned shavs blood rub on me. That sounded better in my head

Written By Temira

Jan. 19, 2022, 9:36 a.m.(12/16/1016 AR)

Relationship Note on Ilira

A Friend on my level<3

Written By Temira

Jan. 19, 2022, 9:31 a.m.(12/16/1016 AR)

Relationship Note on Ilira

Heres to becoming the best of friends

Written By Lisebet

Jan. 19, 2022, 8:37 a.m.(12/16/1016 AR)

I have been thinking on adventure and duty somewhat. I suppose it is considerably more fun when the two go together. Meeting new people, seeing new places - here in Arvum even; one need not go too far abroad to find a spot that one has never been before.

Or a spot that looks different from the last time you were there.

Snow covered. Rainy. Flowers in bloom. An unexpected picnic.

Written By Raven

Jan. 18, 2022, 10:18 p.m.(12/15/1016 AR)

To Who It Concerns:

I am fine. Thanks. You all can stop asking now.

Written By Wylla

Jan. 18, 2022, 10:04 p.m.(12/15/1016 AR)

These flowers are several weeks out of water and still as dew and soft as the day they were given to me. I find myself both in awe and mildly alarmed; these things aren't meant to last.

Several times a week, I will paint a mural on the old bits of wall slab left behind from older versions of the temple. I will take all day to do it, the designs always different. Sometimes it's someone I know, someone I wish to know, or random patterns that inspire me. When I'm finished, I take my large, trusty hammer, and shatter the mural into pieces. Sometimes I will keep a small piece for my garden, sometimes it gets pounded into bits.

Perhaps it's silly of me to embrace the nature of impermanence, but there are so many precious moments that are mine alone for the fleeting nature of time. Mine, and perhaps a few others.

They are beautiful, these flowers. The blue aster is my favorite.

I think I'll stop stressing about how strange it is that they are still fresh, and instead enjoy them while I have them; soon, they will be ready for pressing, and I will have frail echoes of their beauty as a reminder for the sweet moments they were mine.

Written By Ida

Jan. 18, 2022, 5:34 a.m.(12/14/1016 AR)

To work on something and have it be well-received is a joy that is hard to describe in words. It is, though, a great joy, and I'm thankful for the abilities that allow me to keep attempting to do this.

Written By Iseulet

Jan. 18, 2022, 1:36 a.m.(12/13/1016 AR)

Relationship Note on Cambria

Relationship Goals.

Written By Gio

Jan. 17, 2022, 8:44 p.m.(12/13/1016 AR)

notes for those days of first winter snowfall when you wake realizing you left a window open - then you realize it's still autumn: ice, snow, delicate frost-rimed fir needle and birch - musk, if I can stomach the distillation of it because the last time was really fucking ill-advised and I will not forget how expensive that mistake was. Passing thought. Yes - otherwise, I will idle with an alternative that might compliment deadfall.

Dusty charcoal ash from spent incense, bitter black coffee, boozy cream liqueur.

Melted wax, flickering candlelight.

Written By Lisebet

Jan. 17, 2022, 8:27 p.m.(12/13/1016 AR)

I briefly dropped in to the Golden Hart for the Memorial for the Mercier Vintners today. It was a quiet event, but not too somber. I hope they would have liked it.

Written By Raja

Jan. 17, 2022, 5:57 p.m.(12/13/1016 AR)

You know, I was talking to some friends about elves and their long lives. We came to the conclusion that they do all the things they do because they get bored. You know, I think I would get bored if I lived forever too. I would probably pick up some strange habits or hobbies.

Written By Scipio

Jan. 17, 2022, 11:43 a.m.(12/12/1016 AR)

I fear I have erred greatly. Yet I can see no way to have avoided the fate before me. Somehow, I have found myself in need of adequate skill in self defense. Not something I can gain, unfortunately, during my scholarly work in the Great Archive.

And so, I found myself seeking the aid of perhaps the most competent and trustworthy warrior I know. My sister, Felicia Harrow. And to my still growing horror, she agreed!

Now I am no stranger to hard work. Indeed, I lay my offering on the altar of worthy toil at least daily. Even to the idea of physical exercise, I'd show no hesitance. But that speaks towards the mundane exercises of mere mortal men. Which is not how anyone with eyes describes Felicia at work. And knowing the inexhaustible manner my sister drives herself...

I fear she may unmake me.

NTS: Collect a few scrolls and books to study during the times you're stuck in bed, too sore to move.

Written By Aella

Jan. 17, 2022, 10:54 a.m.(12/12/1016 AR)

If only things could be slightly different then what they are, scholar.

Written By Monique

Jan. 17, 2022, 3:07 a.m.(12/11/1016 AR)

When you threaten to tie someone down and torture them and they LAUGH... Am I losing my touch? Am I no longer terrifying of reputation? Is this what getting old feels like?

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