Written By Canaan
Nov. 2, 2021, 10:26 p.m.(7/1/1016 AR)
I really thought I was done with courtship and romance but as the days go on I think I'm starting to miss having someone to come home to. My age, though, I fear that ship has sailed. Still, it doesn't change the fact that I'm missing some kind of companionship that doesn't begin with an exchange of coin. Should I even bother trying to get close to someone new? Maybe I should just start looking into the more expensive options, some kind of classy woman who makes a whole evening fun rather than just an hour of it. That doesn't really solve the problem but maybe it'll put a poultice on it. Damn shame I don't really know where to begin, my circles aren't exactly home to 'classy' folk. Though I've had a bit of blind luck before, who knows?
Written By Canaan
Nov. 2, 2021, 10:16 p.m.(7/1/1016 AR)
It's been a while since I heard from Ol' Jac. I wonder if she's up to something? Well, she's always up to something but she has been fairly quiet. A quiet Jac seems like the most dangerous Jac. I know I'm safe but I wonder who might be on her short-list now. She's never done me wrong, I've got not reason to think her silence is bad news- for me, at least.
Written By Medeia
Nov. 2, 2021, 3:46 a.m.(6/28/1016 AR)
I delivered three babies to two duchesses in one day (if we're being generous and counting the day from an atypical starting point). I had thought I was done celebrating the Blood Moon after the poetry picnic. Yes, I know, it's the feast day of the Thirteenth, but I can think of few ways better to celebrate than welcoming new souls in its wake.
Or maybe I just need more sleep.
Or maybe I just need more sleep.
Written By Lenard
Nov. 2, 2021, 2:31 a.m.(6/27/1016 AR)
I wonder at which point coming back to Arx from the road will feel more like coming home?
Not this time.
I could not help but look long over my shoulder as I rode through the gate, and in the weeks since I have felt a stranger here; even the walls of my room seem unfamiliar.
Add to this a sense of foreboding, elusive but ever present, like my very next step will carry into peril.
...Foolishness, of course, Scholar. I've only a need to find a purpose here, and this mood will fade, Gods willing.
Not this time.
I could not help but look long over my shoulder as I rode through the gate, and in the weeks since I have felt a stranger here; even the walls of my room seem unfamiliar.
Add to this a sense of foreboding, elusive but ever present, like my very next step will carry into peril.
...Foolishness, of course, Scholar. I've only a need to find a purpose here, and this mood will fade, Gods willing.
Written By Babette
Nov. 2, 2021, 1:26 a.m.(6/27/1016 AR)
I am enjoying being among my peers. Though I don't think much of commoners who don't appreciate the nobility of house Grayson. My friends seem to remember me which is a good thing.
Written By Mattheu
Nov. 1, 2021, 11:41 p.m.(6/27/1016 AR)
It was an lovely evening. Many friends were found! (incoherent nonsense - Something about a minnow and flowers, possible a carriage ride?)
{The scholar tries their best to write down everything that the slightly bruised, jingling, young Ravashari lord babbles about while spinning in a small dance with bells singing out in each turn. }
{The scholar tries their best to write down everything that the slightly bruised, jingling, young Ravashari lord babbles about while spinning in a small dance with bells singing out in each turn. }
Written By Savio
Nov. 1, 2021, 10:44 p.m.(6/27/1016 AR)
An Ode to the White Journals III
I love the weather, food and drink
I love the thoughts my children think
I love the shiny thing I bought
I love some things I near forgot
I love the people that I met
I loved that party, best one yet
I love the plans I've come to make
I love the trip I mean to take
Some people read and wish I'd quit --
But it's my journal, deal with it.
I love the weather, food and drink
I love the thoughts my children think
I love the shiny thing I bought
I love some things I near forgot
I love the people that I met
I loved that party, best one yet
I love the plans I've come to make
I love the trip I mean to take
Some people read and wish I'd quit --
But it's my journal, deal with it.
Written By Piccola
Nov. 1, 2021, 8:07 p.m.(6/27/1016 AR)
In my journeys, I have been told that violence accomplishes nothing.
It has always made me laugh inside because violence is dreadfully effective.
That's why the craven use it.
It has always made me laugh inside because violence is dreadfully effective.
That's why the craven use it.
Written By Iseulet
Nov. 1, 2021, 3:13 p.m.(6/26/1016 AR)
Sometimes the dearest things you want are the furthest from your grasp.
Written By Sydney
Nov. 1, 2021, 12:13 p.m.(6/26/1016 AR)
Was it actually good advice, or was it all just a mummer's farce, generalizations that sound good to fit every occasion?
I'm still not sure.
I suppose that means they did their job well, one way or the other.
I'm still not sure.
I suppose that means they did their job well, one way or the other.
Written By Zakhar
Nov. 1, 2021, 10:07 a.m.(6/26/1016 AR)
Scholar Clive. Yes, we meet again.
Want to know something funny?
So many take one look at me, and immediately believe me to be a sailor. I walk the same circles, have spent a many long years upon the waters. Though if you need someone to sail the damn boat. Don't look to me. My siblings and I have been skilled at sinking a ship, painting the hull with flames, scuttling into a deck and watching the waves lapping over feet while some one barks at us about there being too much water /all of a sudden/
(Zakhar starts laughing at this point, then goes on about a long story of when an entire fleet was sent to the bottom of shores long lost)
Want to know something funny?
So many take one look at me, and immediately believe me to be a sailor. I walk the same circles, have spent a many long years upon the waters. Though if you need someone to sail the damn boat. Don't look to me. My siblings and I have been skilled at sinking a ship, painting the hull with flames, scuttling into a deck and watching the waves lapping over feet while some one barks at us about there being too much water /all of a sudden/
(Zakhar starts laughing at this point, then goes on about a long story of when an entire fleet was sent to the bottom of shores long lost)
Written By Monique
Nov. 1, 2021, 5:46 a.m.(6/26/1016 AR)
A night I will never forget and full credit to the Archduchess Velenosa for the experience. It was by turns dramatic and dizzying, dangerous and dreamlike. I won a particularly satisfying wager. Not to mention encountered a glow the likes of which stole my breath. If life gets better than this I'll embrace it with open arms the way I do everything but I cannot imagine it could. Still, happy to be proven wrong this once.
Written By Haakon
Nov. 1, 2021, 2:16 a.m.(6/25/1016 AR)
Longship's prow cut through the sea
With the East Wind in our sail
As home in glory we all tread
From battle with foemen, bale.
Banners proud and swordarms dread
For all eternity,
As the fires of Pieros spread
And Tremorus were kept free.
Of Sea and Sky we are bred,
Unconquered, strong, and hale;
Though much valiant blood were shed
Of Mangata I prevail:
East Wind bear me home to thee.
With the East Wind in our sail
As home in glory we all tread
From battle with foemen, bale.
Banners proud and swordarms dread
For all eternity,
As the fires of Pieros spread
And Tremorus were kept free.
Of Sea and Sky we are bred,
Unconquered, strong, and hale;
Though much valiant blood were shed
Of Mangata I prevail:
East Wind bear me home to thee.
Written By Raven
Oct. 31, 2021, 10:50 p.m.(6/25/1016 AR)
Damnit. Add dreams to the things which I must now learn about. Just once I'd like a challenge in my depth.
Written By Zakhar
Oct. 31, 2021, 10:26 p.m.(6/25/1016 AR)
Waters are a funny thing. A place where many have died, been reborn, found their strength. Only in a battle does one fine who they really are. Lands of the North might be calling to me as a new home. Or, it will simply be the next adventure that awaits me.
Written By Arman
Oct. 31, 2021, 10:25 p.m.(6/25/1016 AR)
Relationship Note on Theo
My son has returned to the city. I will not wax poetic about it. He is well and ready for what awaits us. For that I am a glad.
Written By Medeia
Oct. 31, 2021, 9:55 p.m.(6/25/1016 AR)
I had not expected to be able to make the trip to Saikland to join in the early celebrations of the eclipse. It was lovely to be home. Well, what was once home. It was lovely to be there in the summer, with the heat and the sun and the ability to plunge into the river for a swim without shivering. As I was there at the time, hosting of the masquerade in the Grand Mirrored Ballroom fell to me as the Minister of Population. It is hard to host a gathering anonymously when everyone knows you are the host! Even better was that I was able to make it back to the city in time to host the poetry gathering on the Reflection poetic form. It is a difficult one! But I was glad to hear the offerings of those who came.
Written By Thea
Oct. 31, 2021, 9:38 p.m.(6/25/1016 AR)
The masquerade ball was as it always is. Intriguing, daring...I enjoyed every minute of it, even as I left with a new name. The blood moon comes but once a year. I hope you all enjoyed it as well.
Written By Rosalind
Oct. 31, 2021, 9:33 p.m.(6/25/1016 AR)
We bear our responsibilities as we must. It may not always be enjoyable, but sometimes--sometimes we do things that we don't want to do. I'm learning, scholar! Slowly.
Written By Rosalind
Oct. 31, 2021, 9:27 p.m.(6/25/1016 AR)
And where do you run when you feel like you need to find yourself again?
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