Written By Raven
Dec. 27, 2021, 1:09 a.m.(10/25/1016 AR)
Who the fuck is Sir Preston that I keep hearing him mentioned but haven't met him? If he's so damned important why haven't I met him?
Written By Lark
Dec. 26, 2021, 10:58 p.m.(10/25/1016 AR)
The massacre at the Mercier vineyard is a horror. The Compact suffers for the loss of such a fine, upstanding family.
Written By Mailys
Dec. 26, 2021, 9:49 p.m.(10/25/1016 AR)
Arx smells different. Or have I been away that long?
Written By Denica
Dec. 26, 2021, 7:59 p.m.(10/25/1016 AR)
It's important to write a plan, so you have one to deviate from when something happens.
Written By Elora
Dec. 26, 2021, 7:52 p.m.(10/25/1016 AR)
The comfort one finds in a smile is inestimable.
Written By Elora
Dec. 26, 2021, 7:51 p.m.(10/25/1016 AR)
Once again, I find myself forced to say that my cherished ones are dead. Losing my husband was a blow; losing my family is no less staggering. I pray the gods are willing, for I want to know what happened this time. If I can arrange passage, I mean to travel to the vinyards again, perhaps to see what remains.
Written By Raja
Dec. 26, 2021, 7:11 p.m.(10/25/1016 AR)
I was told by someone that I shouldn't be 'modest'. No, I am not talking about what I wear, but about my personal accomplishments. Thing is, I don't have to brag. I know what I have accomplished in my time. I do not have to toot my horn to feel justified. Besides, most of my accomplishments are out of spite and not from some benevolent generosity.
Written By Raja
Dec. 26, 2021, 7:07 p.m.(10/25/1016 AR)
He's back. Ravna. I tried to punch him in his stupid mouth for leaving me. Then he flutters back in as if nothing ever happened. I am so angry! However, I am more angry at myself for not punching him. I tried.. and I just couldn't. That damned man just makes me melt. Ugh.
Written By Thea
Dec. 26, 2021, 7:03 p.m.(10/25/1016 AR)
I'm preparing for my next journey, scholar. It's not--safe. These things never are. The best I can do is pray to the Gods that I return and the outcome is how it's meant to be.
Now off get my papers in order. Train. Make sure I'M in condition and have all the proper items. I pack light, but even I need to double and triple check.
Now off get my papers in order. Train. Make sure I'M in condition and have all the proper items. I pack light, but even I need to double and triple check.
Written By Thea
Dec. 26, 2021, 6:42 p.m.(10/25/1016 AR)
It never ceases to amaze me how blindly people follow others. What happened to questions?
Written By Cassiopeia
Dec. 26, 2021, 6:31 p.m.(10/25/1016 AR)
You don't have to set fire to the night, in order to see the dawn.
Written By Savio
Dec. 26, 2021, 6:05 p.m.(10/25/1016 AR)
When it was spring I knew you
Strangers and then more
Making mistakes of meaning
Compelled further to explore
Summer in its rapture seemed
It'd never find an end
All the world was at my feet
And at my side, my friend
I failed to notice autumn
With its clandestine decay
It was only in my reaching
That I found you far away
Now you are a winter mystery
Holding all your secrets close
And within the happiness we built
There's nothing left but ghosts.
I suppose the worst regrets are the ones you don't even understand well enough to remedy.
Strangers and then more
Making mistakes of meaning
Compelled further to explore
Summer in its rapture seemed
It'd never find an end
All the world was at my feet
And at my side, my friend
I failed to notice autumn
With its clandestine decay
It was only in my reaching
That I found you far away
Now you are a winter mystery
Holding all your secrets close
And within the happiness we built
There's nothing left but ghosts.
I suppose the worst regrets are the ones you don't even understand well enough to remedy.
Written By Rey
Dec. 26, 2021, 5:37 p.m.(10/25/1016 AR)
The news of what has happened at the Mercier's Vineyards is nothing but tragic, and horrific.
Written By Mirari
Dec. 26, 2021, 5:20 p.m.(10/25/1016 AR)
Relationship Note on Sydney
They will remember us as the people who stood against Skal'daja and its chains and won.
They will remember us as the people who welcomed all those slaves with open arms and gave them a choice they never had.
My father died fighting that war. He died for things he very much believed in, and even if he was a much better person than I will ever be even I can tell our place in history is secured.
Before we got there the Saffron Chains never stood a chance.
They will remember us as the people who welcomed all those slaves with open arms and gave them a choice they never had.
My father died fighting that war. He died for things he very much believed in, and even if he was a much better person than I will ever be even I can tell our place in history is secured.
Before we got there the Saffron Chains never stood a chance.
Written By Raven
Dec. 26, 2021, 4:35 p.m.(10/25/1016 AR)
I have wracked my mind for occasions I might have given those who trust me to doubt. There are certainly well founded reasons to question or hesitate and yet those reasonable reasons are never the cause. Obedience I never mastered but how there remains any question of faithfulness or Loyalty is beyond me. What point should I start to wonder what the fuck I'm doing here?
Written By Camilla
Dec. 26, 2021, 4:35 p.m.(10/25/1016 AR)
I need to find an audience. The yearning to dance again has only grown since the party...
Written By Medeia
Dec. 26, 2021, 3:27 p.m.(10/24/1016 AR)
I cannot say enough good things about the other members of the Physicians Guild. Whenever there is need for us to come together, we do. I can always be certain that they will come when messengers are sent to them. After the horrible attack at the Blackram estate in the city, I saw again how reliable and dedicated they are. It is a relief that the injuries were not so grievous as they could have been. I was glad to hear that Lady Ivy was away and safe during it all. Her contributions to the guild are important - and it was strange not seeing her face among those rushing to help the injured.
Written By Cesare
Dec. 26, 2021, 2:37 p.m.(10/24/1016 AR)
What a tumult it has been. There's no other word for it, the sensation of one's emotions and hopes being jerked from one extreme to the other. To see and feel things of unspeakable, sublime beauty, and then the very next evening to be confronted with sinking dread. I am only too grateful that I have many around me who hold me strong in the arms of their support and love, whose reassurance is swift and firm, and whose hands are at the ready to act whenever there is need. I haven't had enough time to sing, lately, but perhaps my heart and soul will sing for me, in gratitude, along with the uncertainty.
I have though a great deal recently about words. A Whisper knows that truth is no one thing to all people, and words are much the same. The difference between uncertainty and doubt. Between relief and release. What does it mean, liberation? How is it different from freedom? The suggestion of the personal, for one: 'liberty' having a distinctly singular note to it, whereas 'freedom' can be far more universal. But liberation is more active than freedom, too, and suggests a casting-off, a leaving behind. Decisiveness. And, possibly, a sort of cavalierness; an excess of freedom might lead to chaos, after all.
If you have heard old tales of magic, spell-casting, perhaps you too have wondered about the words, the intent behind them, required. I suppose that's part of why this mental exercise fascinates so. The other part, probably the larger, is, of course, that I am a hopelessly artistic soul by nature and cannot be stopped from indulging in these sorts of things.
I have though a great deal recently about words. A Whisper knows that truth is no one thing to all people, and words are much the same. The difference between uncertainty and doubt. Between relief and release. What does it mean, liberation? How is it different from freedom? The suggestion of the personal, for one: 'liberty' having a distinctly singular note to it, whereas 'freedom' can be far more universal. But liberation is more active than freedom, too, and suggests a casting-off, a leaving behind. Decisiveness. And, possibly, a sort of cavalierness; an excess of freedom might lead to chaos, after all.
If you have heard old tales of magic, spell-casting, perhaps you too have wondered about the words, the intent behind them, required. I suppose that's part of why this mental exercise fascinates so. The other part, probably the larger, is, of course, that I am a hopelessly artistic soul by nature and cannot be stopped from indulging in these sorts of things.
Written By Evaristo
Dec. 26, 2021, 1:24 p.m.(10/24/1016 AR)
Excited to go to Tor at some point in the near future, for some important work. Hopefully my health issues are over by then, but I will go either or. Tor is my favorite city and when I am old I hope to retire to there.
Written By Giada
Dec. 26, 2021, 11:39 a.m.(10/24/1016 AR)
Big day coming up. Bunch of big days. Should I survive, at least. I'm not ready to die on these particular hills, but what happens happens. Should it happen, I don't suppose I'll have much to say on the matter.
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