Written By Ryhalt
Oct. 20, 2017, 3:59 a.m.(6/7/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Clover
It's a relief to have the contracts worked out and the betrothal announced. I think my expectation that things would slow down after that were largely unfounded, since there seems to be rather a lot left to be done, and more added by the day. It is, however, a happy sort of busy.
Written By Audric
Oct. 20, 2017, 2:14 a.m.(6/7/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Aureth
You know when you're -really- going at it and the bits smack too hard against something? That's what clapback is. Pretty sure.
Written By Aureth
Oct. 20, 2017, 1:22 a.m.(6/7/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Rymarr
I hope someone has warned the Marquesa that her husband's plan is to be dead by 40.
Whippersnappers, all of you.
What the hell is a clapback?
Whippersnappers, all of you.
What the hell is a clapback?
Written By Rymarr
Oct. 20, 2017, 1:09 a.m.(6/7/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Laric
I hit my midlife crisis about seven years ago. Too late.
Also, you're the Master of Questions. Not the Master of Clapbacks. Stop taking all the jobs, Your Highness.
Also, you're the Master of Questions. Not the Master of Clapbacks. Stop taking all the jobs, Your Highness.
Written By Laric
Oct. 20, 2017, 1:07 a.m.(6/7/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Rymarr
Yours isn't far behind his. It might even come first.
Written By Rymarr
Oct. 20, 2017, 1:04 a.m.(6/7/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Aleksei
I plan to take up a collection for your future midlife crisis. I hope to purchase a wagon for you. In Lyon's Redoubt the youthful wagon races were always quite fun. It's said the red ones went the fastest. So yours will be cherry red.
I hear that the recent fad in the Redoubt is that when the wheels stop, the spokes continue spinning. The latest in wagon racing fashion, no doubt.
I hear that the recent fad in the Redoubt is that when the wheels stop, the spokes continue spinning. The latest in wagon racing fashion, no doubt.
Written By Laric
Oct. 20, 2017, 12:16 a.m.(6/7/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Aleksei
We're all looking forward to your first midlife crisis, Blessed one.
Written By Mae
Oct. 20, 2017, 12:02 a.m.(6/7/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Orazio
The Godsworn are invited to sit beside the Crownsworn of the Lowers and share a meal. Encouraged, even. If those men and women that serve our Gods wish to leave a few silver to pay for their bowl of soup, we will not object.
And of course we are doing good work! Who ever did bad deeds with soup?
And of course we are doing good work! Who ever did bad deeds with soup?
Written By Aureth
Oct. 19, 2017, 11:43 p.m.(6/7/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Aleksei
His birthday is coming up, you know. He might even be able to see thirty on the distant, distant horizon.
Written By Calista
Oct. 19, 2017, 10:43 p.m.(6/7/1007 AR)
In the time I have been living in Arx, the houses of the Lyceum have undergone various changes. While many might think such flux weakens the bonds within our city-states, it has proven to our people we stand stronger and more united than ever. To Prince Niccolo, you stepped up to guide us when all the color in the world seemed to fade away. You made us proud then and you continue to do so. To the newest Archduchess, Eleyna, you have proven to be quite a viable force within the Lyceum. I have no doubt you will continue the legacy of Velenosa greatness.
Written By Leona
Oct. 19, 2017, 8:58 p.m.(6/7/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Victus
You've come a long way. I know you're not given to long bouts of philosophy and introspection, so instead of a lot of fancy words, I'll keep it simple.
You have a long way to go still but you're headed there. I like who you're becoming, and I'm proud of you. Just keep swimming, cuz.
You have a long way to go still but you're headed there. I like who you're becoming, and I'm proud of you. Just keep swimming, cuz.
Written By Vayle
Oct. 19, 2017, 8:01 p.m.(6/7/1007 AR)
I look wistfully behind me yet the shores of Setarco are long from view. Amidst its sands we have left friends, family, enemies and history. I can nearly hear them all whispering their farewells with each splash against the belly of the ship. There is sadness. There is fear. There is hope...
I turn my head against the sting of sea spray to the cold, dark port of Arx. What lies ahead is unknown. Will we find our way? We have been warned by those who care for us of the ruthlessness of the capital and the turmoil that it breeds, both amidst its denizens and the world that gnaws and gnashes about the great city. We have heard the tales of attacks, both against its gates and abroad.
Despite the ruthlessness I have witnessed and betrayals I've faced, it is this city that I fear the most. The unknown. Yet, here I am droning on about my hesitance and failing to mention my excitement. To see a world outside that of what I've known is a gift, not a punishment. I acknowledge that even with the anxiety hanging heavy in my chest.
A new life. A new adventure. Here we go.
I turn my head against the sting of sea spray to the cold, dark port of Arx. What lies ahead is unknown. Will we find our way? We have been warned by those who care for us of the ruthlessness of the capital and the turmoil that it breeds, both amidst its denizens and the world that gnaws and gnashes about the great city. We have heard the tales of attacks, both against its gates and abroad.
Despite the ruthlessness I have witnessed and betrayals I've faced, it is this city that I fear the most. The unknown. Yet, here I am droning on about my hesitance and failing to mention my excitement. To see a world outside that of what I've known is a gift, not a punishment. I acknowledge that even with the anxiety hanging heavy in my chest.
A new life. A new adventure. Here we go.
Written By Orazio
Oct. 19, 2017, 7:12 p.m.(6/6/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Aleksei
I don't believe anyone needs to be reminded of how old I am. Especially myself.
However, I agree with Blessed Aleksei's remarks on the godsworn - we do not require free meals. However, we look forward to assisting with the funding of the new soup kitchen, and with any supplies it may need, as long as it is doing good work in the Lowers.
However, I agree with Blessed Aleksei's remarks on the godsworn - we do not require free meals. However, we look forward to assisting with the funding of the new soup kitchen, and with any supplies it may need, as long as it is doing good work in the Lowers.
Written By Aleksei
Oct. 19, 2017, 6:45 p.m.(6/6/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Mae
The Godsworn don't need free meals! They can afford their own. They better not be swooping in taking soup from the needy!
Written By Aleksei
Oct. 19, 2017, 6:43 p.m.(6/6/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Eirene
Wait, did you age a couple decades while I wasn't looking? You're barely older than me!
And _neither_ of us is anywhere nearly as old as Orazio.
And _neither_ of us is anywhere nearly as old as Orazio.
Written By Christine
Oct. 19, 2017, 4:43 p.m.(6/6/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Eirene
Send me a message when you get tired of children, dear, and we can go for a drink.
Written By Victus
Oct. 19, 2017, 3:53 p.m.(6/6/1007 AR)
The recent talks of fixing past mistakes has me thinking on a fucking long tangent that I've been falling into day after day. Thrax as a family and a House has plenty of terrible things happen in their wake, usually drawn upon for strength as well. There's no apologizing but there are regrets a plenty that run back centuries. Crownbreaker wars comes to mind. The tyrannical hand of Donrai is another.
Fear is something that keeps popping up in my head. Fear is an interesting thing. Some would call it weakness, yet one of its primary strengths is allowing the man who trembles with it to survive. It's instinct, survival. Something you can be taught to ignore that can lead you to do grand things, but drastically lower your life expectancy at the same time. For centuries, fear was exactly how the Mourning Isles survived as a great power. But not because we felt it, because we inflicted it on others. Something that I'll freely admit to misusing in my early days of ruler-ship.
I've come to realize that to rule through fear is to rule by insecurity. When your people must be pacified and their oppression silenced, you rob yourself of the challenge that change brings. Not only that but you also rob your people of the strength that lays within the act of self-reflection, second-guessing, criticizing one's self for what they've done. To silence oppression is not to solidify one's rule, it's to hastily bolt it together for the short-term while you hide yourself deeper in your own weakness.
Some people even find that change is scary. I disagree. To lack the ability to adapt is in itself a weakness that you should never fall to. Men will die for their pride and go to extreme lengths to never admit when they've been wrong. That's just fucking silly isn't it? In battle you fight with the weapons that will kill, not the ones that will tickle. Your sword can be the shiniest, golden cock-like phallus compared to everyone else. But it'll rust, it'll bend, it'll break. Time won't let it survive on its own. You have to take care of it.
My uncle Donrai ruled with an iron fist and cultivated fear of the masses and his political enemies to never turn him away. He held together the Isles, but in the end where did it lead? A reputation of evil and spat upon by his own family. That's not the legacy a just hand leaves, that's what a fucking coward leaves behind. A coward who silenced people who disagreed with him was his fatal flaw. He could never adapt to the world and he paid the ultimate price.
The point I'm trying to make here is that change is for the better, and mistakes of the past exist to be learned from. Not to be repeated because it worked well-enough at the time. Time keeps going and it doesn't give a fuck about you. We all turn to dust one day.
Ah fuck this, I'm not a philosopher. Scribe go home. Where's the damn rum?
Fear is something that keeps popping up in my head. Fear is an interesting thing. Some would call it weakness, yet one of its primary strengths is allowing the man who trembles with it to survive. It's instinct, survival. Something you can be taught to ignore that can lead you to do grand things, but drastically lower your life expectancy at the same time. For centuries, fear was exactly how the Mourning Isles survived as a great power. But not because we felt it, because we inflicted it on others. Something that I'll freely admit to misusing in my early days of ruler-ship.
I've come to realize that to rule through fear is to rule by insecurity. When your people must be pacified and their oppression silenced, you rob yourself of the challenge that change brings. Not only that but you also rob your people of the strength that lays within the act of self-reflection, second-guessing, criticizing one's self for what they've done. To silence oppression is not to solidify one's rule, it's to hastily bolt it together for the short-term while you hide yourself deeper in your own weakness.
Some people even find that change is scary. I disagree. To lack the ability to adapt is in itself a weakness that you should never fall to. Men will die for their pride and go to extreme lengths to never admit when they've been wrong. That's just fucking silly isn't it? In battle you fight with the weapons that will kill, not the ones that will tickle. Your sword can be the shiniest, golden cock-like phallus compared to everyone else. But it'll rust, it'll bend, it'll break. Time won't let it survive on its own. You have to take care of it.
My uncle Donrai ruled with an iron fist and cultivated fear of the masses and his political enemies to never turn him away. He held together the Isles, but in the end where did it lead? A reputation of evil and spat upon by his own family. That's not the legacy a just hand leaves, that's what a fucking coward leaves behind. A coward who silenced people who disagreed with him was his fatal flaw. He could never adapt to the world and he paid the ultimate price.
The point I'm trying to make here is that change is for the better, and mistakes of the past exist to be learned from. Not to be repeated because it worked well-enough at the time. Time keeps going and it doesn't give a fuck about you. We all turn to dust one day.
Ah fuck this, I'm not a philosopher. Scribe go home. Where's the damn rum?
Written By Eirene
Oct. 19, 2017, 3:40 p.m.(6/6/1007 AR)
And yet another of my generation gets the hell out of Arx.It feels like a city full of children sometimes. Godsspeed Niccolo. Hope you get what you need.
Balls.
Balls.
Written By Orazio
Oct. 19, 2017, 2:56 p.m.(6/6/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Eleyna
The Faith mourns the losses that the former Archduke Niccolo has endured, and wishes him peace and healing in his rest. It acknowledges and welcomes the Archduchess Eleyna to the head of House Velenosa, and wishes for her, as for the head of every house, the blessings of the gods and confidence that her actions will honor the Pantheon, her House, and those who depend on her.
Written By Agnarr
Oct. 19, 2017, 2:49 p.m.(6/6/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Corban
Do need to work on that champion showmanship. Hear people pay more for that.
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