Written By Haakon
Nov. 7, 2021, 11:12 a.m.(7/10/1016 AR)
The Abandoned kings of the Oksehode Isles are no more.
Their halls are burned, their champions slain, their power broken and their name ended.
Alas that they were faithless, for they were valiant foes.
Four months this campaign dragged on, in spilled blood, shattered shields, and sundered stone. Many the brave among us bled, yet it is done.
Another clan ended.
Their halls are burned, their champions slain, their power broken and their name ended.
Alas that they were faithless, for they were valiant foes.
Four months this campaign dragged on, in spilled blood, shattered shields, and sundered stone. Many the brave among us bled, yet it is done.
Another clan ended.
Written By Amari
Nov. 7, 2021, 10:42 a.m.(7/10/1016 AR)
It's been quite nice to be able to finally entertain visitors at the palais without being drowned out by hammering or having to navigate piles of building materials, inside and out. Once I have the remaining furniture delivered, perhaps I'll host a party. I think Gianna's correct - people may be curious enough to attend one.
Written By Medeia
Nov. 7, 2021, 9:30 a.m.(7/10/1016 AR)
I am proud of all of the hard work done by the people of houses Eswynd, Blackshore, Proscipi, Shepherd, and the assistance of many other individuals, that was done to produce the special wool and leather materials that are now - slowly - coming into the city's market. The wool is simply gorgeous, pearlescent and elegant. The leather? It is velvety and supple.
The timing is imperfect, releasing a wool at the start of summer, but unfortunate delays - like dealing with Shavs that were trying to steal sheep from Eswynd Rock - have been a part of the process. I suspect few of the artisans of the city will be creating much using either for a while. Even so, both are worth seeking out.
Marquessa Norah, Lady Temira, Messere Zakhar, Prince Romulius, Lady Quinley, Lord Dycard, Messere Ethan, Marquessa Cassiopeia, Lord Savio, Lord Orland, Sir Audgrim, Radiant Anisha, Duke Apollo, and Lady Mabelle all deserve congratulations for their contributions to these successful projects.
The timing is imperfect, releasing a wool at the start of summer, but unfortunate delays - like dealing with Shavs that were trying to steal sheep from Eswynd Rock - have been a part of the process. I suspect few of the artisans of the city will be creating much using either for a while. Even so, both are worth seeking out.
Marquessa Norah, Lady Temira, Messere Zakhar, Prince Romulius, Lady Quinley, Lord Dycard, Messere Ethan, Marquessa Cassiopeia, Lord Savio, Lord Orland, Sir Audgrim, Radiant Anisha, Duke Apollo, and Lady Mabelle all deserve congratulations for their contributions to these successful projects.
Written By Zakhar
Nov. 7, 2021, 9:22 a.m.(7/10/1016 AR)
I awoke from a startled dream. It takes a lot to push me to such. Dark clouds sit over a city, while fires rage inside. That which was created to help... Is the cause of the whole city to burn. A lovely sun sets upon the clouds, only visible for a brief moment between rolling puffs of thick darkness. The whole horizon looks to be on fire. and we're out of tea.
Written By Rook
Nov. 7, 2021, 3:21 a.m.(7/10/1016 AR)
It was an exhausting amount of time, but I have successfully liquidated half of the Legate's resources. As tired as I am, it is nostalgic to get back to the basics of simply negotating a sale again.
Written By Rook
Nov. 7, 2021, 3:14 a.m.(7/10/1016 AR)
I had not even realized how much I needed an uplifting talk until I was in the midst of it. Valencia is such a treasure, and has made me completely rethink how I have been going about my business lately.
Written By Apollo
Nov. 7, 2021, 2:31 a.m.(7/9/1016 AR)
Relationship Note on Rosalind
And always present.
Written By Arman
Nov. 7, 2021, 12:27 a.m.(7/9/1016 AR)
Relationship Note on Grazia
Our talks are always illuminating. The Duchess has the distinct ability to take a problem and boil it down to its essential essence, provide perspective and a path to a solution.
Written By Mabelle
Nov. 6, 2021, 4:47 p.m.(7/9/1016 AR)
With all the shaking and explosions, might have to bar entry to the cellar for a bit.
Written By Rosalind
Nov. 6, 2021, 2:09 p.m.(7/8/1016 AR)
The moon has has been quite bright these days, don't you think?
Written By Aelgar
Nov. 6, 2021, 1:09 p.m.(7/8/1016 AR)
A quiet week! Thank the gods. Prince Sebastian is inducted into the Scholars and Archlector Giada is moving ahead with her ritual. We have a new Archlector for the Scholars as well, so we are now sharing the many administrative burdens amongst more people. Not spectacular or dramatic, the week
Written By Prospero
Nov. 6, 2021, 12:22 p.m.(7/8/1016 AR)
Relationship Note on Jaenelle
I am certain that there would be no suspicion cast at Her Grace for my disappearance.
Written By Kiera
Nov. 6, 2021, 12:01 p.m.(7/8/1016 AR)
Yes, there were several meetings regarding my scholarly research but one of the most helpful moments was unplanned. I went to the hospital with the intent of offering aid to others and got some invaluable information from a patient. Reminding me that learning can happen anywhere and people from vastly different backgrounds can come together for common goals
Written By Kiera
Nov. 6, 2021, 11:48 a.m.(7/8/1016 AR)
It's been a busy week of information of gathering. Iended up learning a great deal about my own fealty I did not know. Learning is wonderfu;. thank you all
Written By Kiera
Nov. 6, 2021, 11:44 a.m.(7/8/1016 AR)
Yes, I know i'm quite late in posting about the lovelineness of the moon masquerade.no strangeness on my part. Just meetings with unidentified friends and a lovely dance with someone special to me
Written By Haakon
Nov. 6, 2021, 10:05 a.m.(7/8/1016 AR)
Relationship Note on Savio
Lord Breakwind of House Breakwind.
Motto: this is ass.
Heraldry: a brown pale on a white field.
Motto: this is ass.
Heraldry: a brown pale on a white field.
Written By Avita
Nov. 6, 2021, 12:26 a.m.(7/7/1016 AR)
An addendum:
He did make turtle noises.
... I suppose it was ... ... adequate.
He did make turtle noises.
... I suppose it was ... ... adequate.
Written By Avita
Nov. 6, 2021, 12:16 a.m.(7/7/1016 AR)
Marquessa Avita S.
Home of Seraceni, Ischia
Rating: *....
First of all, how dare you.
Recently I had the displeasure, the absolute misfortune, of receiving carriage from one "Sir" Tovell Telmar.
The reception was impersonal, the atmosphere was less than ideal, and the service was, perhaps, the worst I have ever had.
He didn't even seem to -see- my outfit -- which is SPECTACULAR, I will have you know -- and offered not even the barest hint of a kind word, and instead I had to get my accolaides from Marquis Fairen Leary, whom apparently is the only man in this entire operation to appreciate a Lady and her innovative fashion.
He is the reason for the one star in this otherwise TRAGIC outing.
This, however, is not where "Sir" Tovell Telmar's heinous behaviour ended. Not by a long shot. Whilst carrying me through the briars and the marsh, he had the bare AUDACITY to DROP me for absolutely no reason, without so much of a breath of warning, shattering one of my -priceless- and irreplacable souls, -ruining- my carefully crafted ensomble, and covering my very expensive and newly custom made slippers, which will now have to be professionally tended, out of MY pocket, I'm told.
Unforgivable.
I attempted to flee from his horrid behaviour and safe myself his brutish company from further butchering my stunning attire, and during an expedition where he was meant to protect me, he chased me into the sucking abyss of sediment I'm told is called quicksand, but there was nothing quick about it! Even this was a disappointing experience, and I feel as though I have been mislead in my expectations, which have, by now, turned bitter.
I began to sink.
He chased me in there, grabbing at me like a fiend! I'm sure I heard him mutter something about killing me.
It was a NIGHTMARE! An absolute ... -nightmare-!
I called for my husband, to no avail. I'm certain he did something to him, as well, heartless beast that he is, and my heart is appropriately broken, for I am sure that I shall never see him again, and will have to make my own breakfast, if all of my servants were to suddenly perish... as I was certain I was about to in his 'care'.
He then let me sink. I think he enjoyed watching it!
I don't remember the rest of it, so traumatised as I was, and I'm thankful for that.
Would not recommend.
Sincerely,
Disappointed
Written By Sirius
Nov. 5, 2021, 11:27 p.m.(7/7/1016 AR)
In the capitol again, turned away from war for the moment, but never long.
I hadn't known how much I'd miss the metropolitan air when I first set foot out of Arx, scholar. That stale, clinging solution that failed to leave the nose, and stuck around like a bad habit. But it wasn't. It was a reminder, of Arx, that you are in it. And no sooner had I departed the fresher winds of the sea and set foot into the city proper was I hit by such radical reminder. At first, I couldn't help but disdain it, it was almost shocking. But as I sooner found out, delving deeper still into the nexus of our beloved mecca, it felt more like... a welcoming. A warm, if not pungent embrace. The Queen herself had outstretched her palm out the deep of her city's own nucleus and spared a minute's welcome just for me. If only to remind me of the price there is to pay when setting foot again where all the wheels turn.
There is so much beauty at first glance now, across these streets. Beauty I took for granted in the past and couldn't see; shops, and things that beforehand I failed to pay attention to. To admire for what they were, and are now. It is almost perhaps too easy to be lost in them, under this curated boulevard of modern arts and craftsmanship, but never for long. The Enemy has taught me too valuable a lesson, scholar, for me to do something as foolish as resting: where there is shape, a blade has been and will soon return. And with it, the carving shall begin anew. There can be no rest. One has to be realistic about these things.
But scholar, how I missed home. My mother. After the many battles at Bastion, I felt the need to pay a small visit to Sanctum, to see her face again. Father donned the usual scowling disappointment at meeting me so mundanely — unarmed and unmounted, but we had ridden in haste thorough the Grey stretch and hadn't looked back until we crossed into the March. And so my hindquarters were sore. He didn't care for it, but no matter. Mother. She hadn't changed a smidge since I last saw her, if perhaps more relaxed now that she is no longer remanded to her tower and is healthy enough again to ride and hunt how she likes. Renewed. Told me all she could about these new paths she had discovered, how the hares migrated with the passing of the seasons, and how the forest felt so different to her from the days she last roamed them. A lull of happiness in an otherwise turbulent year.
But now we are returned. And as I lay eyes once more upon the venerable colors of Valardin swooping down from our battlements, a familiar calm settles in me. Whatever comes, the white dragon shall face it with courage.
The only mistake we can make now is to be afraid.
I hadn't known how much I'd miss the metropolitan air when I first set foot out of Arx, scholar. That stale, clinging solution that failed to leave the nose, and stuck around like a bad habit. But it wasn't. It was a reminder, of Arx, that you are in it. And no sooner had I departed the fresher winds of the sea and set foot into the city proper was I hit by such radical reminder. At first, I couldn't help but disdain it, it was almost shocking. But as I sooner found out, delving deeper still into the nexus of our beloved mecca, it felt more like... a welcoming. A warm, if not pungent embrace. The Queen herself had outstretched her palm out the deep of her city's own nucleus and spared a minute's welcome just for me. If only to remind me of the price there is to pay when setting foot again where all the wheels turn.
There is so much beauty at first glance now, across these streets. Beauty I took for granted in the past and couldn't see; shops, and things that beforehand I failed to pay attention to. To admire for what they were, and are now. It is almost perhaps too easy to be lost in them, under this curated boulevard of modern arts and craftsmanship, but never for long. The Enemy has taught me too valuable a lesson, scholar, for me to do something as foolish as resting: where there is shape, a blade has been and will soon return. And with it, the carving shall begin anew. There can be no rest. One has to be realistic about these things.
But scholar, how I missed home. My mother. After the many battles at Bastion, I felt the need to pay a small visit to Sanctum, to see her face again. Father donned the usual scowling disappointment at meeting me so mundanely — unarmed and unmounted, but we had ridden in haste thorough the Grey stretch and hadn't looked back until we crossed into the March. And so my hindquarters were sore. He didn't care for it, but no matter. Mother. She hadn't changed a smidge since I last saw her, if perhaps more relaxed now that she is no longer remanded to her tower and is healthy enough again to ride and hunt how she likes. Renewed. Told me all she could about these new paths she had discovered, how the hares migrated with the passing of the seasons, and how the forest felt so different to her from the days she last roamed them. A lull of happiness in an otherwise turbulent year.
But now we are returned. And as I lay eyes once more upon the venerable colors of Valardin swooping down from our battlements, a familiar calm settles in me. Whatever comes, the white dragon shall face it with courage.
The only mistake we can make now is to be afraid.
Written By Iseulet
Nov. 5, 2021, 10:53 p.m.(7/7/1016 AR)
Relationship Note on Prospero
Ah, the Lyceum.
If you're looking for insurance, I have found that it is effective to write down what you know about everyone in your blacks and make it public knowledge they are to be released the moment you turn up dead or missing for a certain length of time. It will ensure at the very least a few people trying to keep you alive.
My other advice is to invest in a very good wine taster.
I hear it's terribly easy to dispose of bodies, which makes any investigation difficult after the fact.
On that note, it should become in fashion to invent poisons that merely embarrass the drinker socially rather than kill them. Watching someone languish in their own flatus mid-gala is far more amusing than a dead body any day.
If you're looking for insurance, I have found that it is effective to write down what you know about everyone in your blacks and make it public knowledge they are to be released the moment you turn up dead or missing for a certain length of time. It will ensure at the very least a few people trying to keep you alive.
My other advice is to invest in a very good wine taster.
I hear it's terribly easy to dispose of bodies, which makes any investigation difficult after the fact.
On that note, it should become in fashion to invent poisons that merely embarrass the drinker socially rather than kill them. Watching someone languish in their own flatus mid-gala is far more amusing than a dead body any day.
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