Written By Ford
March 16, 2017, 7:37 p.m.(2/8/1006 AR)
There's a young Lady out there, writing the most incredible whites I've read in a long time.
Unfortunately, she signs them all as 'me'.
If anyone can point me in the direction of this exquisite journal artiste, I'll be entirely in your debt.
I must know this person.
Unfortunately, she signs them all as 'me'.
If anyone can point me in the direction of this exquisite journal artiste, I'll be entirely in your debt.
I must know this person.
Written By Dulcinea
March 16, 2017, 7:24 p.m.(2/8/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Luca
Dear Me,
I believe it would be more prudent to commit these thoughts to the black journals.
Your Loving Friend,
Me
I believe it would be more prudent to commit these thoughts to the black journals.
Your Loving Friend,
Me
Written By Dulcinea
March 16, 2017, 5:30 p.m.(2/8/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
Dear Me,
I have met a jeweler and craftsperson and I believe Percy said she's the head of a guild or something of that nature but what /matters/ is she's /just/ delightful and has the most wonderful hair. Also she gave me a present.
I think we shall have the most fun together.
With Admiration,
Me
I have met a jeweler and craftsperson and I believe Percy said she's the head of a guild or something of that nature but what /matters/ is she's /just/ delightful and has the most wonderful hair. Also she gave me a present.
I think we shall have the most fun together.
With Admiration,
Me
Written By Dulcinea
March 16, 2017, 5:24 p.m.(2/8/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Percephon
Dear Me,
I do so love my cousin. He's very handsome and might be even smarter than I, which is ever so impressive. If there weren't that pesky consanguinity issue, I'm sure I would marry him. I cannot understand how the union of two brilliant, exceedingly attractive would people produces ugly imbeciles -- it's simply not mathematical -- but I accept this is the case. Therefore, a woman worthy of him must be found.
This brings me to the soul of my missive, dearest Me: it has lately come to my attention that some hideous cow has broken my cousin's heart. I hope she gets warts in unmentionable places and beetles crawl in her ears and no one ever loves her. Also that she sits on a fish... because... then I'd laugh at her. Whoever she is. If I see some wretched mimsy sit on a fish, I shall know her and SHE shall know my TERRIBLE VENGEANCE.
(You must remember: caution Percy not to reconcile in the event that the fish-sitter gets the warts I've wished upon her.)
Ah.
I feel better now.
Affectionately,
Me
I do so love my cousin. He's very handsome and might be even smarter than I, which is ever so impressive. If there weren't that pesky consanguinity issue, I'm sure I would marry him. I cannot understand how the union of two brilliant, exceedingly attractive would people produces ugly imbeciles -- it's simply not mathematical -- but I accept this is the case. Therefore, a woman worthy of him must be found.
This brings me to the soul of my missive, dearest Me: it has lately come to my attention that some hideous cow has broken my cousin's heart. I hope she gets warts in unmentionable places and beetles crawl in her ears and no one ever loves her. Also that she sits on a fish... because... then I'd laugh at her. Whoever she is. If I see some wretched mimsy sit on a fish, I shall know her and SHE shall know my TERRIBLE VENGEANCE.
(You must remember: caution Percy not to reconcile in the event that the fish-sitter gets the warts I've wished upon her.)
Ah.
I feel better now.
Affectionately,
Me
Written By Dulcinea
March 16, 2017, 5:03 p.m.(2/8/1006 AR)
Dear Me,
Today I met the most horrible man. I saved him from certain death, but was he grateful? No. And my hat was ruined. The blue one with the demi-veil that goes so perfectly with my blue velvet riding habit. It was stepped on and I'm /quite/ sure it was he who did the stepping. Then he mocked it, my poor, ruined hat. Actually, I think he was mocking me by way of my hat, which only makes him more horrible. I gave him a piece of my mind (of which I have more than enough to spare, being prodigious of intellect, and he seemed to need rather badly). Did he thank me for /that?/ Of course not.
I hope seagulls poke him in the head.
I'm entirely out of sorts, now. I think I'll have a warm bath, some brandy, and find Percy. Tormenting Percy is always soothing.
Love and Admiration,
Me
Today I met the most horrible man. I saved him from certain death, but was he grateful? No. And my hat was ruined. The blue one with the demi-veil that goes so perfectly with my blue velvet riding habit. It was stepped on and I'm /quite/ sure it was he who did the stepping. Then he mocked it, my poor, ruined hat. Actually, I think he was mocking me by way of my hat, which only makes him more horrible. I gave him a piece of my mind (of which I have more than enough to spare, being prodigious of intellect, and he seemed to need rather badly). Did he thank me for /that?/ Of course not.
I hope seagulls poke him in the head.
I'm entirely out of sorts, now. I think I'll have a warm bath, some brandy, and find Percy. Tormenting Percy is always soothing.
Love and Admiration,
Me
Written By Simone
March 16, 2017, 2:59 p.m.(2/8/1006 AR)
You always tell me that you are glad that I am on your side.
You say it like a thank you note. You say it like a prayer.
You say it like it was yesterday, and with more hope each and every time I hear it -
(As far as a memory, as near as dust on my skin)
I say, "It's okay." In truth I should say, "I don't know."
You say it like a thank you note. You say it like a prayer.
You say it like it was yesterday, and with more hope each and every time I hear it -
(As far as a memory, as near as dust on my skin)
I say, "It's okay." In truth I should say, "I don't know."
Written By Clover
March 16, 2017, 2:04 p.m.(2/8/1006 AR)
Why are spiders so gross? Why do they have so many legs? Why are they so hairy?
Written By Max
March 16, 2017, 5:42 a.m.(2/7/1006 AR)
That went so much better than planned.
So much better than planned.
So much better than planned.
Written By Holden
March 15, 2017, 7:26 p.m.(2/6/1006 AR)
I can see now, having experienced it firsthand, how our Freedoms and Fidelity might appear to stand in direct opposition of one another. I would say to anyone reaching such a conclusion: the ties that bind our hearts and our word are not shackles. They are means of support. So tensile are they that even across the great unknown, as faces and voices fade from my aging mind and this flawed body sags like the dislocated joint that it is... these hold me up.
Written By Gisele
March 15, 2017, 6:40 p.m.(2/6/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Aleksei
Aleksei probably very much would like to be considered a simple and uncomplicated person. I think he's someone who gets pulled in a lot of different ways, inside of himself. He's proud but uncomfortable if others speak proudly about him. He's strong and stubborn but gets fragile when he thinks someone he cares for might be upset with him. He wants his way but he goes out of his way to find other people's happiness. Every minute of his life seems to be spent choosing between these strongly felt impulses, all warring with each other.
It's probably why he is going to be so good in his new role. More than anyone he knows choice. And maybe he doesn't always choose the way I would, or the way I want him to. But I'm still happy to be his friend and I think Skald is lucky to have him as his priest.
It's probably why he is going to be so good in his new role. More than anyone he knows choice. And maybe he doesn't always choose the way I would, or the way I want him to. But I'm still happy to be his friend and I think Skald is lucky to have him as his priest.
Written By Vanora
March 15, 2017, 6:31 p.m.(2/6/1006 AR)
It is good to be here I think, despite everything.
Watching Isolde in her element...in our element, stirred something deep in my veins. Like a serpent uncoiling after a long, cold sleep.
Watching Isolde in her element...in our element, stirred something deep in my veins. Like a serpent uncoiling after a long, cold sleep.
Written By Luca
March 15, 2017, 5:32 p.m.(2/6/1006 AR)
For those I've given hurt or insult to for my journal entry revelling in the slaughter of men, know that I meant no insult or disrespect to those I killed or their families. This is not apology for the killing but for my taking overt joy in it as I take in all combat.
To repeat words of a private apology to one I hurt with my poor handling of this:
I was told they were criminals, they tried to evade a ship marked in Thrax colors, they were proven to have had the drugs they were accused of I believe after, but most importantly, they tried to kill me first when I reached their vessel.
I live for combat. It gives me meaning and purpose. And yes I find truest combat, the challenge where life is on the line, to be the greatest, far above the first blood honor duels fought to keep tempers in check. When someone tries to kill me, I kill them and I delight in that. It doesn't make me a good person nor noble. But I never claimed to be one.
They could have stood down and been peaceably boarded and questioned, but instead drew down on me en masse, and paid for it. They further could have stood down after the first death, but they fought on to the last.
I hold no pity for those I killed. Rather I honor the challenge they gave me. I'm sorry that that has caused others pain though for the public joy of that killing. Genuinely so.
Ultimately, they are just worthless words of another silk so I'm sure they will only make things worse, but at least the words are out there for all now to accept or reject as they will.
To repeat words of a private apology to one I hurt with my poor handling of this:
I was told they were criminals, they tried to evade a ship marked in Thrax colors, they were proven to have had the drugs they were accused of I believe after, but most importantly, they tried to kill me first when I reached their vessel.
I live for combat. It gives me meaning and purpose. And yes I find truest combat, the challenge where life is on the line, to be the greatest, far above the first blood honor duels fought to keep tempers in check. When someone tries to kill me, I kill them and I delight in that. It doesn't make me a good person nor noble. But I never claimed to be one.
They could have stood down and been peaceably boarded and questioned, but instead drew down on me en masse, and paid for it. They further could have stood down after the first death, but they fought on to the last.
I hold no pity for those I killed. Rather I honor the challenge they gave me. I'm sorry that that has caused others pain though for the public joy of that killing. Genuinely so.
Ultimately, they are just worthless words of another silk so I'm sure they will only make things worse, but at least the words are out there for all now to accept or reject as they will.
Written By Isolde
March 15, 2017, 4:46 p.m.(2/6/1006 AR)
Strength and Hope (A Service to the Thirteenth.)
We know there is Darkness on our doorstep. We know it is things of nightmares and legends, with scraps of memory and parchment to tell us how to stop it. We know this, and it seems terrifying, insurmountable.
But it is not.
We have overcome before. We overcome now. We will overcome again. Just look to the Hall of Heroes, if you wish proof of victory over Darkness past. I dare say it is almost a holy place in and of itself, the way it inspires us, shows us that we, too, are full of greatness. They overcame the Darkness, and so shall we.
In the current days, the Faith rediscovered old rites, designed to stem the tide of Darkness that comes. Our leaders, Duke Regent Gabriel, Lady General Calypso, Lady Surgeon Eirene… just to name a few… are stronger than any leaders we have seen in our lifetime. They lead us to victory, and Victory over the Darkness. And on the morrow, in all the days to come, we will -continue- to overcome the Darkness. We will persist. We will thrive. We will succeed.
But it will take each and every one of us to do so.
Today, I beseech all of you to look within yourselves. We are one people, united and strong, but we are a people made up of individuals, each with our part to play, our duty to ourselves and each other. We have work ahead of us, make no mistake, and it must start from within.
We have the strength within us, to overcome our own Darkness, and burn bright for the whole. We are mandated by the Thirteenth, to overcome and use our Darkness, lest it consume us. But be not afraid. The Darkness within us is not a force of evil, nor is it anything to fear. It is simply the Passions, which, left uncontrolled, could consume us. Greed, when controlled, urges us to fight more fiercely for what is ours. When uncontrolled, it consumes us and leads us to ruin. Hate, when controlled, makes us see our enemies with utter clarity, allowing us to attack precisely. Rage, when controlled, gives our bodies, our minds stamina to endure long, arduous times. These are not things to fear, but to overcome, and put to our purpose.
<Insert Invocation of Strength and personal Blessings.>
Let it be known, that this gift is for all our people. Each one of us can be a beacon of hope into the darkness, offering advantage to wisdom and against the darkness. Each one can take those passions within us, and turn them into a force for our people. It is ever a personal journey, and one can always call upon one of this Shrine to help guide you to become your strongest self. Go forth, with Strength and Hope, and be whole and Complete. And so it is.
We know there is Darkness on our doorstep. We know it is things of nightmares and legends, with scraps of memory and parchment to tell us how to stop it. We know this, and it seems terrifying, insurmountable.
But it is not.
We have overcome before. We overcome now. We will overcome again. Just look to the Hall of Heroes, if you wish proof of victory over Darkness past. I dare say it is almost a holy place in and of itself, the way it inspires us, shows us that we, too, are full of greatness. They overcame the Darkness, and so shall we.
In the current days, the Faith rediscovered old rites, designed to stem the tide of Darkness that comes. Our leaders, Duke Regent Gabriel, Lady General Calypso, Lady Surgeon Eirene… just to name a few… are stronger than any leaders we have seen in our lifetime. They lead us to victory, and Victory over the Darkness. And on the morrow, in all the days to come, we will -continue- to overcome the Darkness. We will persist. We will thrive. We will succeed.
But it will take each and every one of us to do so.
Today, I beseech all of you to look within yourselves. We are one people, united and strong, but we are a people made up of individuals, each with our part to play, our duty to ourselves and each other. We have work ahead of us, make no mistake, and it must start from within.
We have the strength within us, to overcome our own Darkness, and burn bright for the whole. We are mandated by the Thirteenth, to overcome and use our Darkness, lest it consume us. But be not afraid. The Darkness within us is not a force of evil, nor is it anything to fear. It is simply the Passions, which, left uncontrolled, could consume us. Greed, when controlled, urges us to fight more fiercely for what is ours. When uncontrolled, it consumes us and leads us to ruin. Hate, when controlled, makes us see our enemies with utter clarity, allowing us to attack precisely. Rage, when controlled, gives our bodies, our minds stamina to endure long, arduous times. These are not things to fear, but to overcome, and put to our purpose.
<Insert Invocation of Strength and personal Blessings.>
Let it be known, that this gift is for all our people. Each one of us can be a beacon of hope into the darkness, offering advantage to wisdom and against the darkness. Each one can take those passions within us, and turn them into a force for our people. It is ever a personal journey, and one can always call upon one of this Shrine to help guide you to become your strongest self. Go forth, with Strength and Hope, and be whole and Complete. And so it is.
Written By Freja
March 15, 2017, 1:23 p.m.(2/6/1006 AR)
The simple things - how often I forget their pleasure.
We get so tied up in the image others wish us to project that we lose the original sketch somewhere along in the process.
I never angle to be a masterpiece, but I can control the medium and color palette at the very least.
We get so tied up in the image others wish us to project that we lose the original sketch somewhere along in the process.
I never angle to be a masterpiece, but I can control the medium and color palette at the very least.
Written By Eirene
March 15, 2017, 11:19 a.m.(2/5/1006 AR)
City full of dumbasses. That is all. Not aimed at anyone in general.
And again - I need to trust my instincts. Self-preservation has gotten me this far and through countless skirmishes and encounters.
And again - I need to trust my instincts. Self-preservation has gotten me this far and through countless skirmishes and encounters.
Written By Orazio
March 15, 2017, 10:53 a.m.(2/5/1006 AR)
To the Faithful Reader:
Please be aware that, although devotion is appreciated by the gods, the shrines of the Pantheon are not meant to substitute for inns, bedrooms, or hospices. Please do not sleep in the shrines.
Please be aware that, although devotion is appreciated by the gods, the shrines of the Pantheon are not meant to substitute for inns, bedrooms, or hospices. Please do not sleep in the shrines.
Written By Anze
March 15, 2017, 10:21 a.m.(2/5/1006 AR)
I don't recall these regular family meetings or dinners in farhaven, I don't really think that was a thing we did. It's good to get all the family together for a bit even if it sometimes just devolves into a yelling match.
I do remember eating with Fergus and freja though, which was usually a lot of two of us ganging up on the other one. Or me making bad jokes to try and get frump and frumpette to crack a smile for once. Miss those sometimes
I do remember eating with Fergus and freja though, which was usually a lot of two of us ganging up on the other one. Or me making bad jokes to try and get frump and frumpette to crack a smile for once. Miss those sometimes
Written By Mae
March 15, 2017, 10:14 a.m.(2/5/1006 AR)
I renounce my fake title. I don't want to be Prince Mae. I never want to hear it again.
Written By Clover
March 15, 2017, 10:07 a.m.(2/5/1006 AR)
Last night I slept underneath Aion's altar-- the one with the star at the Shrine of the Lost. I did not dream as I was hoping to but instead slept so deeply that I did not awaken with the sun. In fact I only awoke up when the priests of the Pantheon came to check on me to make sure I was well. What I sight I must have been! Sleeping in a bedroll in front of an altar in the middle of winter.
My sleep was so deep and so refreshing I feel as if I could skip *the entire* ((these words are underlined)) way back to Wyrmguard Estate. Or like I could possibly run the entire Gauntlet at the Telmar Tower! In fact, I think I will do that!
I may not have dreamed, but surely Aion blessed with good sleep!
P.S. If you're reading this I feel that as a physician I must warn against sleeping outside in the winter. It is an incredibly foolish idea and I've laready been scolded by multiple people for doing it. I will, perhaps, wait until spring to attempt this again.
My sleep was so deep and so refreshing I feel as if I could skip *the entire* ((these words are underlined)) way back to Wyrmguard Estate. Or like I could possibly run the entire Gauntlet at the Telmar Tower! In fact, I think I will do that!
I may not have dreamed, but surely Aion blessed with good sleep!
P.S. If you're reading this I feel that as a physician I must warn against sleeping outside in the winter. It is an incredibly foolish idea and I've laready been scolded by multiple people for doing it. I will, perhaps, wait until spring to attempt this again.
Written By Ophelia
March 15, 2017, 8:08 a.m.(2/5/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Artorius
I don't know how Artorius sleeps.
Having another human being to look after is quite possibly the most stressful thing I have ever experienced in my entire life.
She's not even mine! And it's what, for a few days? A week? Two weeks? And she's not even the terribly helpless tiny pink kind of child that's 90% potato.
I can't sleep. I just stay awake and stare at her and occasionally go into panic mode.
Should have seen the face of the waiter that convinced me we were finally under attack when he dropped a tea kettle in the stairwell. I'm proud to say I mobilized us within 30 seconds and made him have an accident in his pants within 45 when I showed up on the staircase wielding a sword in one hand and a chamber pot in the other.
She does keep me on my toes, however. She finds the strangest things to do. I think we'll make strawberry jam tomorrow. She assures me she knows just how.
Having another human being to look after is quite possibly the most stressful thing I have ever experienced in my entire life.
She's not even mine! And it's what, for a few days? A week? Two weeks? And she's not even the terribly helpless tiny pink kind of child that's 90% potato.
I can't sleep. I just stay awake and stare at her and occasionally go into panic mode.
Should have seen the face of the waiter that convinced me we were finally under attack when he dropped a tea kettle in the stairwell. I'm proud to say I mobilized us within 30 seconds and made him have an accident in his pants within 45 when I showed up on the staircase wielding a sword in one hand and a chamber pot in the other.
She does keep me on my toes, however. She finds the strangest things to do. I think we'll make strawberry jam tomorrow. She assures me she knows just how.
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