Written By Mikani
April 9, 2017, 4:48 p.m.(3/28/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Moira
Well... I did not expect to see Moira here but our meeting was welcome and somewhat intimate. I miss the woman.
Written By Mikani
April 9, 2017, 4:47 p.m.(3/28/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Ford
It has been a long time since I have seen the man and back then I had no idea he was noble. Now I do, which made the first meeting with him here in Arx a bit awkward. Still, we have shared a few drinks and all seems to be well.
Written By Mikani
April 9, 2017, 4:46 p.m.(3/28/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Haati
So far Haati is the one person I have met in Arx that I feel I might be able to trust. We will see though, trust is not easy and it shouldn't be easy.
Written By Edward
April 9, 2017, 4:36 p.m.(3/28/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Mikani
It has been so long. I hardly remember the girl that was just...there. Always one looking in but never invited.
Written By Mikani
April 9, 2017, 4:32 p.m.(3/28/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Max
It is nice to see Darkwater again. It has been a long time but I have almost always enjoyed his company. Though, we have been through a lot together over the years it seems like we rarely see one another. I am glad to be settling to live in the same city with him.
Written By Haati
April 9, 2017, 4:16 p.m.(3/28/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Harald
A very large man, in stature and in his dealings. I look forward to making a mighty bow for him if he so wishes me as its forger. And the new edge on his ax will help him to kill many more men for their transgressions against Thraxian interests.
Written By Haati
April 9, 2017, 4:13 p.m.(3/28/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Mikani
A very open, honest and blunt woman. With a similar history as my own, we are well on the way to becoming fast friends and promising adventures. She has a flare for life that only rivals his own and she doesn't mind getting tossed around, though asking Max to do it is something, not many would do or could win against in a wrestling match. Looking to have a good drink with her anytime she is thirsty.
Written By Valery
April 9, 2017, 3:32 p.m.(3/28/1006 AR)
I wasn't expecting to end up making masks. Or perfumes.
I wasn't expecting to work on poisons.
Or to change bandages.
Instead, I haven't mixed a tea in a long while...
I wasn't expecting to work on poisons.
Or to change bandages.
Instead, I haven't mixed a tea in a long while...
Written By Ailys
April 9, 2017, 3:16 p.m.(3/28/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Aiden
Whomever is threatening our family better back off. We will find you and punish you. Do not harass my brother.
Written By Leola
April 9, 2017, 2:17 p.m.(3/28/1006 AR)
I was pleased to note that Lord and Lady Greenmarch are more than skilled, as one would expect of Champions and warrior nobility, as Bringers sought to ambush us. My voice rang out, and Brier showed her mettle, Joslyn was skilled; and I must remember to write to Lord Fiachra and thank him for his archery lessons, which less than a day later proved so important and vital.
Written By Octavia
April 9, 2017, 2:13 p.m.(3/28/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Aiden
The laconic Grayson. He'll need some work, I think, but he'll make a suitable clerk for now, and may make an excellent magistrate in the future.
Written By Aureth
April 9, 2017, 2:09 p.m.(3/28/1006 AR)
I don't know that I have the hang of this sermonizing thing yet, but I wrote a letter this morning that I'm modifying to give to the White, because I think it is a sentiment worth saving. Especially since I'm pretty sure I'm going to have to write some prayers.
So, if you are reading this:
There is one godsgiven gift that each of you has.
You have a soul. It was formed and spun from the blood of a goddess. It is unique, individual, a seed of identity behind your eyes, the bedrock of your very self. She built it from her own self and she spun it into the weave of life. I don't know if this is your first life or not, but in the end, it doesn't matter. A new soul, an old soul: she created it, she shaped it, she loves it. She started you on your path.
Your choices brought you to where you are now, and your choices will shape the rest of your life, the memories that will sink deep into your soul stuff. When you act as leader to your people, as a captain to your soldiers, as lover to your lovers, as child to your parents, as a person among people, or as hero to the Compact -- if you do any of those things -- those are threads of something great that become part of who and what you are, on a level beneath your mind, on a level beyond your memory. When you die, the Queen of Endings will gather you up into her hands, and send you on: to wait in the Shining Lands, until you are again needed for her weave, for life, for the unknown future; or to send you on into Elysium, your journeys done, your story complete.
She will guard you and keep you safe, that soul of hers that she wove. She will protect your place upon the Wheel. It is hers to do so, and no other's. She will not squander you. You have value.
As long as we can defend Her and Her City from those that would unmake the world and destroy Her.
So, if you are reading this:
There is one godsgiven gift that each of you has.
You have a soul. It was formed and spun from the blood of a goddess. It is unique, individual, a seed of identity behind your eyes, the bedrock of your very self. She built it from her own self and she spun it into the weave of life. I don't know if this is your first life or not, but in the end, it doesn't matter. A new soul, an old soul: she created it, she shaped it, she loves it. She started you on your path.
Your choices brought you to where you are now, and your choices will shape the rest of your life, the memories that will sink deep into your soul stuff. When you act as leader to your people, as a captain to your soldiers, as lover to your lovers, as child to your parents, as a person among people, or as hero to the Compact -- if you do any of those things -- those are threads of something great that become part of who and what you are, on a level beneath your mind, on a level beyond your memory. When you die, the Queen of Endings will gather you up into her hands, and send you on: to wait in the Shining Lands, until you are again needed for her weave, for life, for the unknown future; or to send you on into Elysium, your journeys done, your story complete.
She will guard you and keep you safe, that soul of hers that she wove. She will protect your place upon the Wheel. It is hers to do so, and no other's. She will not squander you. You have value.
As long as we can defend Her and Her City from those that would unmake the world and destroy Her.
Written By Estaban
April 9, 2017, 2:05 p.m.(3/28/1006 AR)
What's the miracle, if life itself is not?
Who am I to praise it's worth
With a hymn??
I may stumble over words that I forgot,
Just as life itself will slowly begin.
I'm sceptical, I like my glass of wine,
I don't know your name, or what I am to do.
One day you'll wonder why I read between the lines,
And you will sing for me, the way I sang for you.
So another page is turned,
Pray I understand what's happening,
But if anything, I do know this,
I'll be the best I can.
Sing me a song like the angels rejoice,
Sing me an anthem of life.
Who am I to praise it's worth
With a hymn??
I may stumble over words that I forgot,
Just as life itself will slowly begin.
I'm sceptical, I like my glass of wine,
I don't know your name, or what I am to do.
One day you'll wonder why I read between the lines,
And you will sing for me, the way I sang for you.
So another page is turned,
Pray I understand what's happening,
But if anything, I do know this,
I'll be the best I can.
Sing me a song like the angels rejoice,
Sing me an anthem of life.
Written By Percephon
April 9, 2017, 1:27 p.m.(3/28/1006 AR)
One lesson I have all my would be students -- even if they wouldn't call themselves that -- go through is a lesson on the nature of truth. While it's always been an element I've greatly enjoyed the debate on, recent events have cast it yet again in a new light for me. The deceptions of Bringers in our midst, the divine concealed only to be revealed once more, and the nature of relationships and how the same common thread between two people can be seen by them in such different ways.
The truth never changes, and we seldom ever see it whole and naked. Our bias, our perceptions, our knowledge means what we think we know as the truth isn't accurate. As we grow and peel back the layers of reality to get closer and closer still to truth, it doesn't change... but our views do. And then? We have a choice to make. To continue to live as we had, which would now be a lie, or to embrace it and live with the consequences. The latter is never an easy road, and we might think we continue to live with the lie to make it easier on others. But that's not living, not truly, and what we do? We deny those around us the chance to make their own choices by continuing that lie.
To us, the world is changing, but I wonder if it is... or are we just getting closer to the truth of what has always been out there.
The truth never changes, and we seldom ever see it whole and naked. Our bias, our perceptions, our knowledge means what we think we know as the truth isn't accurate. As we grow and peel back the layers of reality to get closer and closer still to truth, it doesn't change... but our views do. And then? We have a choice to make. To continue to live as we had, which would now be a lie, or to embrace it and live with the consequences. The latter is never an easy road, and we might think we continue to live with the lie to make it easier on others. But that's not living, not truly, and what we do? We deny those around us the chance to make their own choices by continuing that lie.
To us, the world is changing, but I wonder if it is... or are we just getting closer to the truth of what has always been out there.
Written By Ariel
April 9, 2017, 1:23 p.m.(3/28/1006 AR)
Come!...
come dance with me.
Drink in the passion of the dance
from a cup that will never empty.
Be as one with me
Inseparable in the rhythm
each so tightly held
nothing can part
swaying in pure love,
till all time...
stops!
come dance with me.
Drink in the passion of the dance
from a cup that will never empty.
Be as one with me
Inseparable in the rhythm
each so tightly held
nothing can part
swaying in pure love,
till all time...
stops!
Written By Ariel
April 9, 2017, 1:19 p.m.(3/28/1006 AR)
Dancing
without music,
just sand between our toes,
swaying in rhythm to the sound
of waves.
without music,
just sand between our toes,
swaying in rhythm to the sound
of waves.
Written By Ariel
April 9, 2017, 1:17 p.m.(3/28/1006 AR)
We dance for laughter,
We dance for tears,
We dance for madness,
We dance for fears,
We dance for hope,
We dance for screams,
We are the dancers,
We create the dreams
We dance for tears,
We dance for madness,
We dance for fears,
We dance for hope,
We dance for screams,
We are the dancers,
We create the dreams
Written By Caelis
April 9, 2017, 1:14 p.m.(3/28/1006 AR)
Another bloody scuffle, another brush with death.
So much to train in still, I am always amazed at the skill and ease other soldiers have. There in lies the peril. There is so much I want to learn about and do, my time feels woefully divided. Still, I'll embrace the challenge. I would rather live more, and learn more than hone in on one talent alone. Life requires more balance than that.
May your hopes find safe harbors.
So much to train in still, I am always amazed at the skill and ease other soldiers have. There in lies the peril. There is so much I want to learn about and do, my time feels woefully divided. Still, I'll embrace the challenge. I would rather live more, and learn more than hone in on one talent alone. Life requires more balance than that.
May your hopes find safe harbors.
Written By Ariel
April 9, 2017, 1:13 p.m.(3/28/1006 AR)
The world Is your playground
Dance
The moon's smiling at you
Dance
Life is tremendously short
Dance
You are an imperfect creature
Dance
The moon's smiling at you
Dance
Life is tremendously short
Dance
You are an imperfect creature
Written By Ariel
April 9, 2017, 1:10 p.m.(3/28/1006 AR)
Happy dancing feet
Never stopping when you play
Drumming out each beat
Never stopping when you play
Drumming out each beat
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