Written By Calista
Dec. 17, 2021, 1:13 p.m.(10/6/1016 AR)
Relationship Note on Elora
Lady Elora Whitehawk is an outstanding young woman. I have been so lucky to not only make her acquaintance, but to also be her patron. She has been so kind and humble, wondering if I had somehow threatened the guards near the Grayson district into bowing with respect at her presence. I've certainly done no such thing. I have only spoken highly of her and have done so with total and complete sincerity. I am very excited to work with her and learn from her. Lady Elora will be soon instructing me on how to better care for animals. This is absolutely out of my realm of comfort. May the gods be merciful and kind as I begin this journey.
Written By Calista
Dec. 17, 2021, 1:09 p.m.(10/6/1016 AR)
"How will you change? For the better, of course."
There are perhaps myriad answers to this, but, I am already changing. Whether or not that is for the better has yet to be seen. However, we have the choice to make the decision every day which path we will take. To have that choice is a blessing.
I recently heard an apology exchange between two seeming foes, where one said they were sorry to the other. They did not have a choice and often never do.
If I could, if I had such a power in me to give this blessing, I would give him the gift of choice.
There are perhaps myriad answers to this, but, I am already changing. Whether or not that is for the better has yet to be seen. However, we have the choice to make the decision every day which path we will take. To have that choice is a blessing.
I recently heard an apology exchange between two seeming foes, where one said they were sorry to the other. They did not have a choice and often never do.
If I could, if I had such a power in me to give this blessing, I would give him the gift of choice.
Written By Pasquale
Dec. 17, 2021, 1:08 p.m.(10/6/1016 AR)
Relationship Note on Camilla
When I bid on the dance by Camilla at the recent charity auction I knew it would be a memorable experience.
I far underestimated the impact her performance would have on me.
I have no words.
I far underestimated the impact her performance would have on me.
I have no words.
Written By Eirene
Dec. 17, 2021, 10:29 a.m.(10/6/1016 AR)
Relationship Note on Elara
(Should be Eleyna, not Elara)
Written By Eirene
Dec. 17, 2021, 10:11 a.m.(10/6/1016 AR)
First I'm hearing my dead Velenosa husband Cicero deep within this fog - perhaps he's joined the Choir of the Dead?
Now I'm seeing ghosts in the Black Fox. What the fuck is going on?
Now I'm seeing ghosts in the Black Fox. What the fuck is going on?
Written By Macario
Dec. 17, 2021, 9:29 a.m.(10/6/1016 AR)
Relationship Note on Jaenelle
The Archduchess has swirled in controversy of late. Oh sure, what else would one expect from the Lyceum? Sometimes we create drama for the sake of entertainment (though in truth, we do it so our enemies expose themselves, shhh). Anyway, while her hall was being attacked by imps and ghosts of the past, she took the time to shatter their spirits with quips. I mean, I'm being dramatic, but in truth there were dozens and dozens of armed citizens and guards about. A lesser leader would have taken offence to the ongoings, but instead she gave me the impression of a parent that knew the tantrum would fizzle away, and the punishments would be dulled out. And they were.
Written By Macario
Dec. 17, 2021, 9:23 a.m.(10/6/1016 AR)
Relationship Note on Gael
The Velenosa's always did know how to party. I'll make light of it, but the things I saw, I'll assume were my imagination in the weeks and months to come. That's likely for the best. I had a moment, though, with a commoner named Gael. He walked into the hall and rushed at the things (I say things, because I don't know how else to describe them, they were not human). With his sword out, he managed to attract much of the attackers so others could cut them down. Sadly, he landed bloody and unconscious at my feet. I sent him flowers and hope for his safe recovery.
Written By Macario
Dec. 17, 2021, 9:20 a.m.(10/6/1016 AR)
Relationship Note on Camilla
A marvellous performance was the highlight of my birthday. Well, no no, the birthday celebrations went into the long hours of the night. There was cigar smoking and drinking and the telling of stories. However, my brother hired Camilla to dance for the event. It was divinely inspirational. She is an artist, true and true, tortured and complex with this appeal you won't ever quite understanding.
The dance was tragic, happy, complex. It lightened our mood through the heartache of the dance.
The dance was tragic, happy, complex. It lightened our mood through the heartache of the dance.
Written By Aconite
Dec. 17, 2021, 8:46 a.m.(10/6/1016 AR)
Sometimes I am glad for my moods. On rare occasions they grant me silence and that is a rare treasure.
Written By Gio
Dec. 16, 2021, 11:10 p.m.(10/5/1016 AR)
The forging of the self, as a metaphor for metal, while picking a copper splinter from beneath my nails.
Re-create yourself by forging a new identity, one that brings attention to your own merits - and one that never bores your social rivals. Be the author of your own image - always - and do not let others define you. Incorporate dramatic device into your public persona, actions, and gestures -- and realize that a part of this requires self-awareness.
My poor hands.
Re-create yourself by forging a new identity, one that brings attention to your own merits - and one that never bores your social rivals. Be the author of your own image - always - and do not let others define you. Incorporate dramatic device into your public persona, actions, and gestures -- and realize that a part of this requires self-awareness.
My poor hands.
Written By Viviana
Dec. 16, 2021, 10:52 p.m.(10/5/1016 AR)
I think I'll learn to juggle. Oh my -- the hobbies I'll have time for.
Written By Triton
Dec. 16, 2021, 9:21 p.m.(10/5/1016 AR)
So, my first week back was not all that bad despite being stuck in the middle of the frilly city. I met a lady named Elora who is quite friendly and has helped me pass some of the time pleasantly. Rosa practically tackled the van, which was funny, but she does seem to have been through some rough times since we were last together and I really do need to sit down and find out what happened. She is as beautiful as ever to me, but she does look like she has taken a beating. I can only imagine what the other guy must look like...
Written By Cesare
Dec. 16, 2021, 7:44 p.m.(10/5/1016 AR)
Relationship Note on Gio
He says that to rhyme is a curse -
Yet he'll say it, at least twice, in verse.
If you didn't know it,
You'd think him a poet;
And truly, he might find that worse.
Yet he'll say it, at least twice, in verse.
If you didn't know it,
You'd think him a poet;
And truly, he might find that worse.
Written By Raven
Dec. 16, 2021, 6:58 p.m.(10/5/1016 AR)
I am beginning to suspect there's no more answers. They've all been spent. All that's left is questions that echos back at you or for some maybe madness.
Written By Eirene
Dec. 16, 2021, 2:55 p.m.(10/4/1016 AR)
Relationship Note on Elara
Sounds like I missed a chance to see my old friend Eleyna. I had heard Cicero's voice on the wind and it hurt too much for me to explore...
Written By Tanith
Dec. 16, 2021, 2:25 p.m.(10/4/1016 AR)
Manning the bar at the Murder over the last decade (I think it's been nearly 13 years at this point) has led to some interesting stories. Some I can tell you, scholar, and some I can't tell anyone. Barkeeps' discretion keeps some of us alive, you know? But last night...
People came in as they do, ordered their drinks, sat at the bar, but it felt a little fuller than normal. I saw folks talking and heard voices replying. Voices that I know don't have a throat to utter them from, throats that I've heard cut or silenced by age. Not everyone noticed at first, but those that did....
When it was over, I had several rounds bought by them that remained, and I'm not lying when I say come sunrise, it looked like a massacre true to the name: bodies draped and flopped anywhere there was room, the floors all crowded, every table taken, even the hearth, all the rooms full. Even saw a few passed out in the hallways. I won't lie: we made a killing last night and there's even a few barrels completely dry, and this morning I stayed long enough get everyone fed and watered and tea'd and coffee'd and sent on their way. Murder's a mess, but in some ways? I'm glad it was a haven for the living that spooked out. Not a lot of dry-eyes in the house, even the bard that stopped by played lullabies and songs for people as no longer here, and they varied from sad and nostalgic to lively and full of joy and memory.
I'm just glad to be heading home. Was a long night.
People came in as they do, ordered their drinks, sat at the bar, but it felt a little fuller than normal. I saw folks talking and heard voices replying. Voices that I know don't have a throat to utter them from, throats that I've heard cut or silenced by age. Not everyone noticed at first, but those that did....
When it was over, I had several rounds bought by them that remained, and I'm not lying when I say come sunrise, it looked like a massacre true to the name: bodies draped and flopped anywhere there was room, the floors all crowded, every table taken, even the hearth, all the rooms full. Even saw a few passed out in the hallways. I won't lie: we made a killing last night and there's even a few barrels completely dry, and this morning I stayed long enough get everyone fed and watered and tea'd and coffee'd and sent on their way. Murder's a mess, but in some ways? I'm glad it was a haven for the living that spooked out. Not a lot of dry-eyes in the house, even the bard that stopped by played lullabies and songs for people as no longer here, and they varied from sad and nostalgic to lively and full of joy and memory.
I'm just glad to be heading home. Was a long night.
Written By Titus
Dec. 16, 2021, 1:29 p.m.(10/4/1016 AR)
The Templars are a good example of proper worship with the gods. They don't ask for victory, they ask for the opportunity to show they will not be vanquished even if they fall in glorious battle.
If someone asks for strength, the gods don't suddenly pile muscles and sinew on the individual. They give them opportunities to show their fortitude and perseverance. If they pray to keep their loved ones safe, the gods don't put a shackle and keep people from doing things. Instead, there's opportunities for us to mentor and mitigate what we can and have the serenity in accepting that there simply aren't things we can stop or prevent. We have everything inside us to nurture, train and grow.
The gods aren't our servants. They are the most powerful and mighty ideals to help guide us in a dark world.
If someone asks for strength, the gods don't suddenly pile muscles and sinew on the individual. They give them opportunities to show their fortitude and perseverance. If they pray to keep their loved ones safe, the gods don't put a shackle and keep people from doing things. Instead, there's opportunities for us to mentor and mitigate what we can and have the serenity in accepting that there simply aren't things we can stop or prevent. We have everything inside us to nurture, train and grow.
The gods aren't our servants. They are the most powerful and mighty ideals to help guide us in a dark world.
Written By Mattheu
Dec. 16, 2021, 10:49 a.m.(10/4/1016 AR)
I heard them... My brothers, father, mother... they were laughing, singing and having a grand time. Though I couldn't find them. Walked right into the river to try to find them. The air was so thick of fog, I couldn't see further than my own nose at times. The soft jingling of bells long lost. Her laugh...
Oh, how I miss that laugh. The soft voice calling to me to share a song with her.
Then gone. Just as I felt that I had walked far enough to find her.
Oh, how I miss that laugh. The soft voice calling to me to share a song with her.
Then gone. Just as I felt that I had walked far enough to find her.
Written By Aelgar
Dec. 16, 2021, 10:28 a.m.(10/4/1016 AR)
I am once again attempting to connect with the Archscholar while feeling endlessly busy with workaday busy-ness and endless task lists. Beyond that, I have not been out for a walk in way too long and I need to pull in the reins on this schedule very soon. Still, I do feel productive and that counts for something! Some days, though, I feel like I need to carefully count back the days to realize how long it has been since I have even sat down with my closest friends...
Written By Udell
Dec. 16, 2021, 1:54 a.m.(10/3/1016 AR)
I saw a most curious spider in the shrine.
Far too large and far too few legs, but she knows me from Bastion and I her. The remembrance of bitter truths sticks with me since then, but she congratulated me on my appointment and said she was not surprised as Death has Her fingerprints all over me.
Her fingerprints are on us all in one way or another, from birth to death, again and again on the Wheel.
Far too large and far too few legs, but she knows me from Bastion and I her. The remembrance of bitter truths sticks with me since then, but she congratulated me on my appointment and said she was not surprised as Death has Her fingerprints all over me.
Her fingerprints are on us all in one way or another, from birth to death, again and again on the Wheel.
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