Written By Mira
April 12, 2017, 5:07 p.m.(4/6/1006 AR)
To the reader of this note, a simple question: What can change the nature of a man?
Written By Dulcinea
April 12, 2017, 5:02 p.m.(4/6/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Tobias
Dear Me,
It seems Tobi has come back to us after six years Gods-know-where and is the 'Lord General' of a mercenary company.
How nice.
I could not be more hurt, vexed, or confused and I don't care who knows it.
IF YOU ARE READING THIS, TOBI, I AM VERY ANGRY AT YOU. (Just in case I'm being too subtle.)
Ansel's head is quite safe, now, and may be for all the rest of time.
From now on, all the things get thrown at Tobi.
Love and Comfort to Me,
Me
It seems Tobi has come back to us after six years Gods-know-where and is the 'Lord General' of a mercenary company.
How nice.
I could not be more hurt, vexed, or confused and I don't care who knows it.
IF YOU ARE READING THIS, TOBI, I AM VERY ANGRY AT YOU. (Just in case I'm being too subtle.)
Ansel's head is quite safe, now, and may be for all the rest of time.
From now on, all the things get thrown at Tobi.
Love and Comfort to Me,
Me
Written By Joscelin
April 12, 2017, 3:40 p.m.(4/6/1006 AR)
You don't tell a baker how to bake if you don't know anything of it. You don't lecture a priest when you've never cracked open a religious text in your life. You don't tell the blacksmith the color his coals should be if you've only ever witnessed logs in a hearth, you don't tell a painter how to paint if you've never held a brush.
Don't assume to know better than a person who's made it their life's work to practice their trade. Noble, commoner, just don't. It doesn't make you look wise and important, you just look like a jackass who doesn't know what the blazes they're talking about and no one will take you seriously.
Don't assume to know better than a person who's made it their life's work to practice their trade. Noble, commoner, just don't. It doesn't make you look wise and important, you just look like a jackass who doesn't know what the blazes they're talking about and no one will take you seriously.
Written By Mira
April 12, 2017, 3:29 p.m.(4/6/1006 AR)
Two cases already! One I cannot talk about, but somehow, the other one that I *can* talk about, I am too deathly afraid to. I'm afraid I've walked into something far more dangerus than I ever expected...
Written By Eirene
April 12, 2017, 3:28 p.m.(4/6/1006 AR)
As reported by Eirene's aide Carissa--
Dictated: Tell that grumpy mother fucker he better be drinking his damn willowbark tea and getting his ass out of a hospital bed for people who really need it.
Delivered: Feeling any better today? Are you drinking your damn willowbark tea?
Dictated: Tell that grumpy mother fucker he better be drinking his damn willowbark tea and getting his ass out of a hospital bed for people who really need it.
Delivered: Feeling any better today? Are you drinking your damn willowbark tea?
Written By Ariel
April 12, 2017, 3:11 p.m.(4/6/1006 AR)
You're somethin you know that?
Everything about you just makes me
Breathe.
Breathe girl, don't be nervous.
Linking arm and arm down those halls.
I just have to stop and watch
You.
You are everything and anything about me.
Laughing and singing.
I do sing.
Not in front of just anybody.
You brought it out in me.
Love is a big word.
Everything about you just makes me
Breathe.
Breathe girl, don't be nervous.
Linking arm and arm down those halls.
I just have to stop and watch
You.
You are everything and anything about me.
Laughing and singing.
I do sing.
Not in front of just anybody.
You brought it out in me.
Love is a big word.
Written By Edward
April 12, 2017, 2:48 p.m.(4/6/1006 AR)
Eyes closed, rocking ocean;
water sprays my face, feels quite warm;
hear laughter, eyes open, crap.
water sprays my face, feels quite warm;
hear laughter, eyes open, crap.
Written By Ariel
April 12, 2017, 2:44 p.m.(4/6/1006 AR)
Words pour, form into
Wide pieces of evidence
The picture revolves
Capturing a heart, a mind
It will
Laugh
Rip
Sing
Bleed
Silence
Bury you until you suffocate
To become captured
Fixates into a pulse
A flight from freedom
A return to curiosity
But, as hearts
Surrender to flying kites
The crescent moon
Cracks under the pressure
Melting snow brings
Wide pieces of evidence
The picture revolves
Capturing a heart, a mind
It will
Laugh
Rip
Sing
Bleed
Silence
Bury you until you suffocate
To become captured
Fixates into a pulse
A flight from freedom
A return to curiosity
But, as hearts
Surrender to flying kites
The crescent moon
Cracks under the pressure
Melting snow brings
Written By Ariel
April 12, 2017, 2:41 p.m.(4/6/1006 AR)
she liked to watch the roses bloom
out by the window in her room
sometimes she felt the world passing her by
but it didn't feel right to sit and cry
even though it was a tough hand she was dealt
she never let it overwhelm her, the way she felt
she found joy listening to the birds sing
in this house she had everything
but sometimes when the night was still
she would wonder how this world could be real
outside her window, outside her door
there was something greater, something more
was this her prison or her haven
the life she had, was it worth saving?
the house smells like medicine, and slow death
there's a struggle in each and every breath
she finds her joys in books and song
puts on a brave face, struggles to be strong
prayers are whispered in her ear
telling her the end is near
and that it's okay to just let go
And find the place where flowers grow
out by the window in her room
sometimes she felt the world passing her by
but it didn't feel right to sit and cry
even though it was a tough hand she was dealt
she never let it overwhelm her, the way she felt
she found joy listening to the birds sing
in this house she had everything
but sometimes when the night was still
she would wonder how this world could be real
outside her window, outside her door
there was something greater, something more
was this her prison or her haven
the life she had, was it worth saving?
the house smells like medicine, and slow death
there's a struggle in each and every breath
she finds her joys in books and song
puts on a brave face, struggles to be strong
prayers are whispered in her ear
telling her the end is near
and that it's okay to just let go
And find the place where flowers grow
Written By Ariel
April 12, 2017, 2:38 p.m.(4/6/1006 AR)
Troubled waters met with broken land tug
Heartstrings that tremulously threaten to unravel;
Existence on this dwindling planet is but a mere whisper that
Rustles these complex restraints,
Ever silent in their longings
In the end, what will we have to grasp
Save for these elusive phantom wills?
Aventurine stones are cast into the sea
Lovers still sing of devastating intersections of torment and desire
While children, their quiet eyes unwavering
Ache for the comforts of home and sturdy perennials that
Yield more than the first fruits of
Sorrow and catastrophe
Hold tightly to one another, while murmurs of
Obsidian lullabies and faraway dreams become
Perpetual fragments carried away by the wind; this
Ending is not truly the end.
Heartstrings that tremulously threaten to unravel;
Existence on this dwindling planet is but a mere whisper that
Rustles these complex restraints,
Ever silent in their longings
In the end, what will we have to grasp
Save for these elusive phantom wills?
Aventurine stones are cast into the sea
Lovers still sing of devastating intersections of torment and desire
While children, their quiet eyes unwavering
Ache for the comforts of home and sturdy perennials that
Yield more than the first fruits of
Sorrow and catastrophe
Hold tightly to one another, while murmurs of
Obsidian lullabies and faraway dreams become
Perpetual fragments carried away by the wind; this
Ending is not truly the end.
Written By Cicero
April 12, 2017, 2:34 p.m.(4/6/1006 AR)
There, up in the tree.
Moved to a new wilderness
A southern huntress
Moved to a new wilderness
A southern huntress
Written By Magpie
April 12, 2017, 1:33 p.m.(4/6/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Talen
I don't know who you are either, but clearly we need to meet. Destiny is telling me we were meant to be the best of friends.
Of course, 'Destiny' is just this combination baker/fortune teller I know who likes to make an extra silver or two by shilling 'fortunes' with her biscuits. I do like her biscuits, though.
Of course, 'Destiny' is just this combination baker/fortune teller I know who likes to make an extra silver or two by shilling 'fortunes' with her biscuits. I do like her biscuits, though.
Written By Artorius
April 12, 2017, 1:26 p.m.(4/6/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Calypso
My dear cousin, she never ceases to impress me with how much she's grown and how much her swordplay has improved since our years training with each other.
She is a phenomenal fighter and was a great help to me as I practiced my swordplay, specifically in not just trusting the darksteel (to which she also provided me as a gift..alas, I cannot thank her enough) alone to defend me, thus did I practice in great extent these past few days on parries and flourishes. I managed to barely defeat her unharmed, as I was able to surprise myself with the ability to keep up wit her movements and match her strike for strike, block for block.
I will never be grateful enough for how much she has helped me.
She is a phenomenal fighter and was a great help to me as I practiced my swordplay, specifically in not just trusting the darksteel (to which she also provided me as a gift..alas, I cannot thank her enough) alone to defend me, thus did I practice in great extent these past few days on parries and flourishes. I managed to barely defeat her unharmed, as I was able to surprise myself with the ability to keep up wit her movements and match her strike for strike, block for block.
I will never be grateful enough for how much she has helped me.
Written By Artorius
April 12, 2017, 1:23 p.m.(4/6/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Caelis
My dear sister, when one faulters, the other supports.
She is my rock when I was weak. Caelis helped me process the grief of my late wife, Victoria, and helped me in the right direction to truly honor her memory. Never would I wish for anyone else to help me through my struggle.
It's her and I against the world and I would want it no other way. You can trust I will be there for you as you have always been there for me, as it has always been, so let it remain.
She is my rock when I was weak. Caelis helped me process the grief of my late wife, Victoria, and helped me in the right direction to truly honor her memory. Never would I wish for anyone else to help me through my struggle.
It's her and I against the world and I would want it no other way. You can trust I will be there for you as you have always been there for me, as it has always been, so let it remain.
Written By Artorius
April 12, 2017, 1:19 p.m.(4/6/1006 AR)
Yesterday at the family dinner, I arrived with my dear sister Caelis where we both enjoyed the loving and warm company of our family...and of course our friends from the Saik.
A good time was had by all, and the heroes of the battles of Pridehall and Giant's Fall were rewarded with medals in honor of their courage and valor. I must say, I wasn't expecting to get any sort of reward, as serving my family and defending them successfully against the horde is more than good enough reward, in and of itself.
However, it is nice to be acknowledged admittedly.
- P.S I wonder how Serah is doing... -
A good time was had by all, and the heroes of the battles of Pridehall and Giant's Fall were rewarded with medals in honor of their courage and valor. I must say, I wasn't expecting to get any sort of reward, as serving my family and defending them successfully against the horde is more than good enough reward, in and of itself.
However, it is nice to be acknowledged admittedly.
- P.S I wonder how Serah is doing... -
Written By Talen
April 12, 2017, 1:08 p.m.(4/6/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Magpie
Awhhhhhhhh.
*the above is scribbled out*
My journals were "hacked".
*the above is scribbled out*
Okay, the archivist of Vellichor claims this is impossible, so I might have been facetious.
Either way, I don't know who you are but you should run. Boyfriend-ness only leads to married-ness and that leads to vase-in-the-face-ness. True story.
*the above is scribbled out*
My journals were "hacked".
*the above is scribbled out*
Okay, the archivist of Vellichor claims this is impossible, so I might have been facetious.
Either way, I don't know who you are but you should run. Boyfriend-ness only leads to married-ness and that leads to vase-in-the-face-ness. True story.
Written By Magpie
April 12, 2017, 12:59 p.m.(4/6/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Mae
Mae Culler asked me to be her boyfriend. She's going to deny it later but she definitely asked.
Written By Nisaa
April 12, 2017, 12:27 p.m.(4/6/1006 AR)
dancing is like the sea
at times rolling calm
others in fierce motion
each step has a purpose
each hand gesture a meaning
each movement is a whisper
the tide of the story is told
waves sweeping in and out
with the sway of a hip
draped in silks and gold
whether all eyes are on you
or you dance alone
your heart lifts
your soul rises out of the cage of your body
and you move with a blissful freedom
filling you with joy
until the dance ends
sending you crashing into shore
like the beautifully dangerous sea
dance sweeps you in
taking over your soul
at times rolling calm
others in fierce motion
each step has a purpose
each hand gesture a meaning
each movement is a whisper
the tide of the story is told
waves sweeping in and out
with the sway of a hip
draped in silks and gold
whether all eyes are on you
or you dance alone
your heart lifts
your soul rises out of the cage of your body
and you move with a blissful freedom
filling you with joy
until the dance ends
sending you crashing into shore
like the beautifully dangerous sea
dance sweeps you in
taking over your soul
Written By Isolde
April 12, 2017, 11:49 a.m.(4/6/1006 AR)
I am not one prone to superstitious endeavors. I proudly assume victory. One must plan wherever possible.
Petition to the Crown and Faith (Rough draft, more brainstorming needed, details, logistics)
Cacophony of Victory (festival celebrating victory over the Silence, return to a full, known pantheon)
* Every third anniversary of the Victory (rl Year)
* Festival lasting three weeks (1 rl week)
* Games, competitions, balls, parties
* Renewal of marriage vows, wedding celebrations (since there are approximately 4788434698643896651580 quiet weddings happening, with plans to celebrate after the siege.)
* Special prizes?
* Each great house helps host, honoring heroes.
* Service of Remembrance, honoring the sacrifices made.
(OOC inspiration, shorter festival, once a rl year, like Firan Spring/Fall Festivals. A new Arx Holiday of sorts.)
Petition to the Crown and Faith (Rough draft, more brainstorming needed, details, logistics)
Cacophony of Victory (festival celebrating victory over the Silence, return to a full, known pantheon)
* Every third anniversary of the Victory (rl Year)
* Festival lasting three weeks (1 rl week)
* Games, competitions, balls, parties
* Renewal of marriage vows, wedding celebrations (since there are approximately 4788434698643896651580 quiet weddings happening, with plans to celebrate after the siege.)
* Special prizes?
* Each great house helps host, honoring heroes.
* Service of Remembrance, honoring the sacrifices made.
(OOC inspiration, shorter festival, once a rl year, like Firan Spring/Fall Festivals. A new Arx Holiday of sorts.)
Written By Eirene
April 12, 2017, 11:25 a.m.(4/5/1006 AR)
Awarded pretty medals for my work at Pridehall and Giant's fall. It's nice to have my work recognized.
By all accounts my organization of the medical efforts for the Gyre campaign were successful.
I measure success, however, in the number of men and women I can save from Death. Keep them from getting another turn on the wheel of life and rebirth and shit. I don't wax philosophic on what happens in the next life; my concerns are purely for this one.
All the same, shiny medals are nice tokens of appreciation.
By all accounts my organization of the medical efforts for the Gyre campaign were successful.
I measure success, however, in the number of men and women I can save from Death. Keep them from getting another turn on the wheel of life and rebirth and shit. I don't wax philosophic on what happens in the next life; my concerns are purely for this one.
All the same, shiny medals are nice tokens of appreciation.
Please note that the scholars may take some time preparing your journal for others to read.