Written By Marian
May 30, 2017, 10:41 a.m.(7/21/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Joslyn
My friends. It is rare that I give compliments to the Crafters Guild. However, I wish to change that oversight:
Mistress Joslyn Manicelli is a crafter of exceptional worth. She came to me in my hour of need to finish a suit of armor that another left incomplete. I am in her debt, and jealous of any that would take either one as protege.
Mistress Joslyn Manicelli is a crafter of exceptional worth. She came to me in my hour of need to finish a suit of armor that another left incomplete. I am in her debt, and jealous of any that would take either one as protege.
Written By Katarina
May 30, 2017, 10:06 a.m.(7/21/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Mason
<Penned meticulously in Eurusi>
Prince Mason,
I abhor slavery as much as you, as we are born of a land that punishes their fellow man - chains them for sins of their distant forefathers, for the blood in their veins. Treats them worse than cattle, like things - experiments... Remember that slavery requires one to be unwilling, taken without permission or choice. That is the fundamental of such an injustice. Not nobility willingly giving their time up for auction for a cause to help better the livelihood of those displaced from the siege.
Prince Mason,
I abhor slavery as much as you, as we are born of a land that punishes their fellow man - chains them for sins of their distant forefathers, for the blood in their veins. Treats them worse than cattle, like things - experiments... Remember that slavery requires one to be unwilling, taken without permission or choice. That is the fundamental of such an injustice. Not nobility willingly giving their time up for auction for a cause to help better the livelihood of those displaced from the siege.
Written By Juliana
May 30, 2017, 9:52 a.m.(7/21/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Sebastian
Darling. I believe that I am bored. This must be rectified.
Written By Mason
May 30, 2017, 7:58 a.m.(7/21/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Larissa
Larissa Whisper has made a choice that should be lauded and respected.
Slavery, at it's core, is about money. Why pay people when you can force them to work for free? It's certainly easier and more profitable. It would have been easy for her to hold another charity auction. Instead, she listened, opened her mind, and agreed that there are other ways to raise funds that do not celebrate a practice that millions of people still suffer in this world.
Not everyone in The Compact is protected by law from forms of slavery.
Slavery, at it's core, is about money. Why pay people when you can force them to work for free? It's certainly easier and more profitable. It would have been easy for her to hold another charity auction. Instead, she listened, opened her mind, and agreed that there are other ways to raise funds that do not celebrate a practice that millions of people still suffer in this world.
Not everyone in The Compact is protected by law from forms of slavery.
Written By Agnarr
May 30, 2017, 4:33 a.m.(7/21/1006 AR)
Didn't reckon paying some silver for a shave and a haircut, or a day's massage, is slavery. Off with my head then.
Written By Tobias
May 30, 2017, 3:36 a.m.(7/21/1006 AR)
Someone complained about a charity auction by willing participants who were happy to do it and were protected by Compact law from actual slavery?
You learn something new everyday.
You learn something new everyday.
Written By Armel
May 30, 2017, 1:56 a.m.(7/20/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Alis
I don't need to be a Disciple of Limerance to see the love that you and Fiachra have for each other. May your years together be many and fruitful. May you bear many strong, faithful children, and raise them in the proud traditions of your great houses.
And may your enemies always tremble when they hear your very names on the wind.
And may your enemies always tremble when they hear your very names on the wind.
Written By Narciso
May 30, 2017, 1:51 a.m.(7/20/1006 AR)
First, you need to grab your lute. If you don't have one, learn how to play, then get one. Next, you find a good, strong, old tree. You climb up that tree. Then you watch the stars fill the night sky. You tune your lute while you search your heart for something to fill the dark between the stars. When your lute is tuned, when you've found that which wants to leave your heart and fill your throat... That's when you sing.
If rocks are thrown your way, then congratulations, you now know you should never, ever, do it again. Better give that lute to someone else, and grab some of those rocks in case they turn out to be as bad as you are.
If rocks are thrown your way, then congratulations, you now know you should never, ever, do it again. Better give that lute to someone else, and grab some of those rocks in case they turn out to be as bad as you are.
Written By Alis
May 30, 2017, 1:49 a.m.(7/20/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Fiachra
Rather then comment on what a swoon-worthy statement that is, were I the swooning type... I will instead say - Damn, that's hot. You'll be home soon, right?
Written By Fiachra
May 30, 2017, 1:45 a.m.(7/20/1006 AR)
Notice to all enemies of Arvum:
If you come for my wife, I -will- make you regret it. The bodies speak for themselves.
If you come for my wife, I -will- make you regret it. The bodies speak for themselves.
Written By Juliana
May 29, 2017, 11:14 p.m.(7/20/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Duarte
There was a merry war of wits between us, and I, I believe, won.
May the calf bring you many gallons of sweet cream. I hear cream is good for reducing burns, good Master. So she should come in useful.
May the calf bring you many gallons of sweet cream. I hear cream is good for reducing burns, good Master. So she should come in useful.
Written By Juliana
May 29, 2017, 11:09 p.m.(7/20/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Cristoph
My cousin suggested that Duke Cristoph Laurent and I share a meal and he kindly obliged. It was an interesting evening; the Duke is a man of principle and deep thought. The conversation was charged and I look very much forward to spending more time with him again.
Written By Juliana
May 29, 2017, 11:06 p.m.(7/20/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Alrec
I was very, very stupid and he saw me to safety. There is something about the Admiral that I feel I recognize. There are so many layers to the world. There is the surface, the stories. Deeds done in the past that tongues still whisper of, and yet... is it ever as simple as the stories told? I think not. Ah well. The potted tree can only grow so tall. Limitations are forged by unchangeable circumstance.
Cryptic mystery writings.
Cryptic mystery writings.
Written By Eirene
May 29, 2017, 7:01 p.m.(7/20/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Larissa
As reported by Clarissa:
Tell Miss Butter I'm glad I got auctioned off for a shit ton of silver but also glad I'm one of the last. May be funny to us but yeah; not a joke elsewhere. Makes us damn lucky we're Arvani. Fuck, imagine if I got bought by some creeper and for life? I'd probably gut the fucker but eh. Don't put that last part in.
Message delivered:
To the most elegant Larissa Whisper,
I am glad that my participation both raised money for charity and awareness for our own liberties. I can only hope this brings us all a better understanding of just how beautiful life in Arvum is.
With all honor and admiration,
Lady Brigadier Eirene Malvici
Tell Miss Butter I'm glad I got auctioned off for a shit ton of silver but also glad I'm one of the last. May be funny to us but yeah; not a joke elsewhere. Makes us damn lucky we're Arvani. Fuck, imagine if I got bought by some creeper and for life? I'd probably gut the fucker but eh. Don't put that last part in.
Message delivered:
To the most elegant Larissa Whisper,
I am glad that my participation both raised money for charity and awareness for our own liberties. I can only hope this brings us all a better understanding of just how beautiful life in Arvum is.
With all honor and admiration,
Lady Brigadier Eirene Malvici
Written By Eirene
May 29, 2017, 6:53 p.m.(7/20/1006 AR)
I know she reads my journals. So even if she won't reply to my messages I know she'll see this.
You're smart enough to know I'm pissed but you should know me well enough to know I'd rather tell you why in person and let you explain your side of things.
So. There's that.
You're smart enough to know I'm pissed but you should know me well enough to know I'd rather tell you why in person and let you explain your side of things.
So. There's that.
Written By Katarina
May 29, 2017, 5:07 p.m.(7/19/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Fergus
Dear Fergus,
You were on a Valardin boat, and it tickles me pink to see that you enjoyed it.
You were on a Valardin boat, and it tickles me pink to see that you enjoyed it.
Written By Carita
May 29, 2017, 2:17 p.m.(7/19/1006 AR)
(At night I tell my daughter stories. Frequently, I tell some of these stories to myself.)
Once Upon a Time,
There was a Miller that was so poor that he had nothing more than his mill and a large apple tree that stood behind it. Every spring the tree would blossom the pink of quartz. Every fall the tree would give apples the red of rubies. Every morning, the Miller would go into the forest to collect wood. One day as he was working, he was approached by a traveling merchant who said:
"Give me that which is behind your mill and I will make you rich."
"This must be the apple tree," thought the Miller.
When the Miller returned home, his wife implored him, asking where these sacks of grain came from, these bins full of vegetables and fruit. The Miller told his wife it was in return for the apple tree that was standing behind the mill.
The Miller's wife cried: "It was our daughter that was sweeping the yard behind our house, husband!"
The Miller's daughter was gentle as a dark-eyed doe, pious, and her heart was full of compassion for others.(This is when I pause for great effect and attempt not to laugh when I tap my finger against my daughter's nose.)
When the merchant came, and the Miller went to defend his daughter, she paused him.
"Father," she said "this is the deal that you have made. I will do as I will. I will leave with the merchant. I will travel far and I fear that I shall never return. Do not weep in sorrow or stamp your feet in anger because I know that you will not want for food in your bellies no longer."
(This is when Nerissa giggles, because I try to make it very silly.)
The Miller's daughter left with the merchant and went over the sea in a boat of silver and gold. There was a storm - not a true storm (as those frighten my little girl) - and bright light struck the ship in twain. The merchant went with the silver and sank down-down-down, the Miller's daughter with the gold sank down-down-down.
To the bottom of the sea. Quiet and blue.
(She loves this next part, but, I need to set my quill aside for the moment.)
Once Upon a Time,
There was a Miller that was so poor that he had nothing more than his mill and a large apple tree that stood behind it. Every spring the tree would blossom the pink of quartz. Every fall the tree would give apples the red of rubies. Every morning, the Miller would go into the forest to collect wood. One day as he was working, he was approached by a traveling merchant who said:
"Give me that which is behind your mill and I will make you rich."
"This must be the apple tree," thought the Miller.
When the Miller returned home, his wife implored him, asking where these sacks of grain came from, these bins full of vegetables and fruit. The Miller told his wife it was in return for the apple tree that was standing behind the mill.
The Miller's wife cried: "It was our daughter that was sweeping the yard behind our house, husband!"
The Miller's daughter was gentle as a dark-eyed doe, pious, and her heart was full of compassion for others.(This is when I pause for great effect and attempt not to laugh when I tap my finger against my daughter's nose.)
When the merchant came, and the Miller went to defend his daughter, she paused him.
"Father," she said "this is the deal that you have made. I will do as I will. I will leave with the merchant. I will travel far and I fear that I shall never return. Do not weep in sorrow or stamp your feet in anger because I know that you will not want for food in your bellies no longer."
(This is when Nerissa giggles, because I try to make it very silly.)
The Miller's daughter left with the merchant and went over the sea in a boat of silver and gold. There was a storm - not a true storm (as those frighten my little girl) - and bright light struck the ship in twain. The merchant went with the silver and sank down-down-down, the Miller's daughter with the gold sank down-down-down.
To the bottom of the sea. Quiet and blue.
(She loves this next part, but, I need to set my quill aside for the moment.)
Written By Aiden
May 29, 2017, 1:36 p.m.(7/19/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Ilvin
You listened without judgement. You advised without opinion. I will carry your words with me.
Written By Esoka
May 29, 2017, 11:25 a.m.(7/19/1006 AR)
Well, that was a day.
I'm not really one for gardening, but I think I did all right planting a tree. I dug a very large hole and then filled it up with dirt again. It excellent strength and endurance training. I should make a point to dig more holes.
I pray to Petrichor that my sapling grows strong. It will be a good tree, I think. It's just a spindly little red cedar now, but it looks healthy and if the land nurtures it I think it will do well. Blessed Aleksei and Sister Gisele spoke of returning here in a year, to see how the trees were growing. That would be a good thing, to mark this day. If I keep doing it, year after year, perhaps I'll be able to climb my tree. Not for a long time, though. I think I'd break it now.
It wasn't all trees. The Grayson Princess Cara gave birth, right then and there. I did not get too close to that, though to witness it at all was quite amazing. Perhaps Petrichor and the Queen of Endings worked some wonderful power for her and children.
Or perhaps it was just a day of very good things, which is enough. All honors to Mistress Leola Allenatore, Paladin of Groves, and Blessed Aureth, for their work to make things bloom again.
I'm not really one for gardening, but I think I did all right planting a tree. I dug a very large hole and then filled it up with dirt again. It excellent strength and endurance training. I should make a point to dig more holes.
I pray to Petrichor that my sapling grows strong. It will be a good tree, I think. It's just a spindly little red cedar now, but it looks healthy and if the land nurtures it I think it will do well. Blessed Aleksei and Sister Gisele spoke of returning here in a year, to see how the trees were growing. That would be a good thing, to mark this day. If I keep doing it, year after year, perhaps I'll be able to climb my tree. Not for a long time, though. I think I'd break it now.
It wasn't all trees. The Grayson Princess Cara gave birth, right then and there. I did not get too close to that, though to witness it at all was quite amazing. Perhaps Petrichor and the Queen of Endings worked some wonderful power for her and children.
Or perhaps it was just a day of very good things, which is enough. All honors to Mistress Leola Allenatore, Paladin of Groves, and Blessed Aureth, for their work to make things bloom again.
Written By Edward
May 29, 2017, 8:28 a.m.(7/19/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Magpie
We had a talk about events and charity. After becoming an observer to such things I now think you are more right than I had wished you to be. We should talk more on this.
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