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.
Written By Thea
Nov. 5, 2021, 7:56 p.m.(7/7/1016 AR)
I came home covered in black and smelling of smoke. But it's done. I think. I feel like I should apologize to Lady Mabelle and Zakhar though. In way way, but it was a success. So there's that. We have much to be thankful for. Even if everyone didn't come out unscathed. We won't go into the aftershock....
Written By Noah
Nov. 5, 2021, 4:20 p.m.(7/7/1016 AR)
Relationship Note on Prospero
The main thing from that is WHEN. A smart person would not let that happen.
Lots of people just go on trips back home and we never get messages from them.
Lots of people just go on trips back home and we never get messages from them.
Written By Jaenelle
Nov. 5, 2021, 10:54 a.m.(7/6/1016 AR)
Relationship Note on Prospero
I feel I need a good lawyer if concerned Lycene Lords feel the need to start an investigation into their deaths before they are dead.
Written By Raven
Nov. 5, 2021, 9:29 a.m.(7/6/1016 AR)
Maybe antagonizing powerful spiteful forces eager to make a point ain't the smartest thing I'll ever aspire to do.
Written By Jasher
Nov. 4, 2021, 7:58 p.m.(7/5/1016 AR)
Relationship Note on Denica
I have spent more time this past month engaging my cousin, Denica, in conversation than over the past twenty-two years of her life. I suppose that is to be expected of two people born almost a decade apart. It seems that I’ve found in her an appreciative audience for what passes as humor, or my particular brand of it, namely word-play. Nothing highbrow. Small as they are, these amusements are a welcome distraction from the looming threats of war and loss.
She is spirited, laughs and expresses herself energetically, and just beneath this lighthearted exterior creeps a somewhat dark and impish wit that is all her own. Speak with her for several minutes and glean that she is quite dissimilar to the draconian image her Thrax kin are known to espouse. There are times that I forget we grew up within the same estate, under the very same oppressive thumb. Though for as different as our approaches to life clearly are, Denica does not lack a single whit for good sense and devotion to her aims.
I was fortunate enough to receive a full tour of her art barge. Admittedly, art has never been incredibly important to my life; I never paid much mind to paintings or sculptures or a songs sung in the proper key. However, indulging in the company of a few individuals blessed by Jayus, and their individual works, that which has been designed or shaped to evoke an emotion is no longer a formless, colorless blur passing me by on my journey. In that way, I suspect that cultivating an appreciation for artistic expression is, for me, a lot like learning a foreign language, where a garbled sound holds deeper meaning only after I’ve taken the time to interpret it.
It is a vain hope that further education and exposure will make an aesthete of me yet, and in time for the grand opening of the Artshall Art District where Denica's art, and of others I'm familiar with, will be placed on display.
She is spirited, laughs and expresses herself energetically, and just beneath this lighthearted exterior creeps a somewhat dark and impish wit that is all her own. Speak with her for several minutes and glean that she is quite dissimilar to the draconian image her Thrax kin are known to espouse. There are times that I forget we grew up within the same estate, under the very same oppressive thumb. Though for as different as our approaches to life clearly are, Denica does not lack a single whit for good sense and devotion to her aims.
I was fortunate enough to receive a full tour of her art barge. Admittedly, art has never been incredibly important to my life; I never paid much mind to paintings or sculptures or a songs sung in the proper key. However, indulging in the company of a few individuals blessed by Jayus, and their individual works, that which has been designed or shaped to evoke an emotion is no longer a formless, colorless blur passing me by on my journey. In that way, I suspect that cultivating an appreciation for artistic expression is, for me, a lot like learning a foreign language, where a garbled sound holds deeper meaning only after I’ve taken the time to interpret it.
It is a vain hope that further education and exposure will make an aesthete of me yet, and in time for the grand opening of the Artshall Art District where Denica's art, and of others I'm familiar with, will be placed on display.
Written By Prospero
Nov. 4, 2021, 3:46 p.m.(7/5/1016 AR)
I have set aside money to ensure that when I am eventually found dead, a thorough investigation will be conducted. No matter how natural the causes may look at the initial review.
Signed,
A Concerned Lyceum Lord
Signed,
A Concerned Lyceum Lord
Written By Medeia
Nov. 4, 2021, 2:05 p.m.(7/4/1016 AR)
How strange it is to have to say this, but I would appreciate if people respected the sanctuary's purpose: a place for all. If someone should ever need to be removed from the sanctuary or its grounds, that should be a decision made by myself, my hired staff for the manor, or the residents of the manor - Cesare Whisper and Vulpiano Rossetti. In this, I also give leave for my husband, Lord Haakon Eswynd, to make such a determination if need be in my absence. Should someone come to the sanctuary in need or disheveled - perhaps from having fallen into some water, I will not turn them away. Benches can be dried out or replaced. Twigs and leaves may be picked up from the floor. I pay people for this! Further, it would be horribly hypocritical to allow my cat and dog access to the sanctuary and not welcome the pets of guests. Simply clean up after them if they are especially messy. I do ask that larger animals, such as horses, be limited to the courtyard, however. How insulting it would be for me to walk into someone else's home or business or retreat and command people about.
I did rather enjoy the lesson I was able to attend, hosted by Cesare and Lady Brigid. It was informational, and I was able to fill in some of the gaps of my own knowledge. Exactly the sort of thing I had envisioned for the classroom.
I did rather enjoy the lesson I was able to attend, hosted by Cesare and Lady Brigid. It was informational, and I was able to fill in some of the gaps of my own knowledge. Exactly the sort of thing I had envisioned for the classroom.
Written By Valencia
Nov. 4, 2021, 12:55 p.m.(7/4/1016 AR)
The sun and moon seem to be battling for control of the sky. I have not seen this before. As beautiful as this is, it makes me uneasy.
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Written By Cesare
Nov. 4, 2021, 11:53 a.m.(7/4/1016 AR)
It's been a few weeks since I've written here. I admit it was a combination of much to do and little desire to record my thoughts, but that is neither here nor there; here I am, to present my musings once again. I've had much less time than I consider ideal to work at my craft lately, and it is somewhat sad to see my instruments lying around unused. The act of playing them so much imbues them with something not unlike a personality - at least in my mind - and it's entirely too easy to picture them sulking or scowling. I think it is well past time that I re-dedicate myself to my particular service to Jayus, and to myself. I have been occupied primarily with the business of Whisper House, these past weeks, but I must not allow my faith to go unattended. I've been toying with the idea of crafting a few tapestries and selling them, in order to raise coin for the Discipleship. Songs being what they are, ephemeral by nature, they are not terribly sellable.
Spring has often been a season of discovery for me, and this year was no exception. It pleases me to see the city shake off its blankets and emerge from its winter torpor. I hope this summer will be a busy and productive one. Of one of those things, I am assured. The other remains to be seen.
Spring has often been a season of discovery for me, and this year was no exception. It pleases me to see the city shake off its blankets and emerge from its winter torpor. I hope this summer will be a busy and productive one. Of one of those things, I am assured. The other remains to be seen.
Written By Esme
Nov. 3, 2021, 9:31 p.m.(7/3/1016 AR)
Oh Blessed Darlings,
I feel like it has been a moment since I have put my thoughts upon the whites. Is it not glorious? The warmer weather! The clear skies. The lack of cold, although if I am most honest, the winter is starting to grow on me. I feel somehow renewed as if I would just burst with the happiness within my heart as of late. It comes with turning pages. It is always scary, Reader, always. Change comes with a measure of fear, but it also comes with a new chapter that is blank and awaiting our words. Is that not just the best of moments?
That is not to say that there is not bad around us and sadness that ebbs through our lives. Those opportunities arise to show us what we are really made of. I am always in awe of each of you when I read through the whites. You go through so much and you are still standing strong. The love of Limerance shines upon each of you in your show of duty and honor. I just want to say that every moment and every breath, I am grateful for each of you.
I feel like it has been a moment since I have put my thoughts upon the whites. Is it not glorious? The warmer weather! The clear skies. The lack of cold, although if I am most honest, the winter is starting to grow on me. I feel somehow renewed as if I would just burst with the happiness within my heart as of late. It comes with turning pages. It is always scary, Reader, always. Change comes with a measure of fear, but it also comes with a new chapter that is blank and awaiting our words. Is that not just the best of moments?
That is not to say that there is not bad around us and sadness that ebbs through our lives. Those opportunities arise to show us what we are really made of. I am always in awe of each of you when I read through the whites. You go through so much and you are still standing strong. The love of Limerance shines upon each of you in your show of duty and honor. I just want to say that every moment and every breath, I am grateful for each of you.
Written By Rosalind
Nov. 3, 2021, 8:28 p.m.(7/3/1016 AR)
I survived.
Written By Temira
Nov. 3, 2021, 2:45 p.m.(7/2/1016 AR)
Things have been quiet lately. Not that I mind much. The last battle Eswynds had was quite tame compared the one before. My brother Odin looked quite cool delivering the finishing blow, working along side Haakon. I always have enjoyed watching them fight together since I was little. Being the youngest and after fathers accident, He ended up doting on me which one would think might make me come off as spoiled, but didn't. Our next and i believe last fight draws near.
Written By Lucita
Nov. 3, 2021, 1:27 p.m.(7/2/1016 AR)
The masked ball of Velenosa was extraordinary, as it usually is. The ooze pool yielded up a lovely duskstone gem, thankfully not an eel or lump of icky 'stuff'.
Written By Grady
Nov. 3, 2021, 10:42 a.m.(7/2/1016 AR)
The weather seems to have rather turned with the Blood Moon. Summer is here! I rather recall summers in Arx being fairly miserable to someone like myself who is used to colder weather, and decided it might be time to put away the warm travelling clothes and have something made that's more appropriate to the weather.
It's an interesting feeling, looking in a mirror while wearing all new clothes. I hardly feel like myself, and yet I feel like myself more than ever.
It's an interesting feeling, looking in a mirror while wearing all new clothes. I hardly feel like myself, and yet I feel like myself more than ever.
Written By Mabelle
Nov. 3, 2021, 7:14 a.m.(7/2/1016 AR)
Have you ever done something magnificent, but you cannot talk about it and you are too excited and you want to share and you can't and you wonder if it makes it less magnificent?
Written By Noah
Nov. 3, 2021, 12:01 a.m.(7/1/1016 AR)
Relationship Note on Galen
Chirp, Chirp - Bro
Written By Noah
Nov. 2, 2021, 11:59 p.m.(7/1/1016 AR)
While I have been in the city for a bit of time. It was the first time attending the Blood Moon event in Velenosa. It was the first time attending as the Archduke -- Well yes, I know it's Consort, but I like to leave that off.
It was definitely the first time attending one as a married man. I took off my wedding ring for the event. That felt odd. I mean it felt odd to have one and now it feels odd to not have it on.
All praise goes to Jaenelle on this one though.
Good job, Poison.
It was definitely the first time attending one as a married man. I took off my wedding ring for the event. That felt odd. I mean it felt odd to have one and now it feels odd to not have it on.
All praise goes to Jaenelle on this one though.
Good job, Poison.
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