Written By Simone
March 11, 2017, 10:57 p.m.(1/27/1006 AR)
When I asked, I am glad that you answered me in truths rather than sweet nothings --
Excited. Terrified. Proud.
Excited. Terrified. Proud.
Written By Caelis
March 11, 2017, 10:28 p.m.(1/27/1006 AR)
My birthday was this week, it was quiet and sweet, I enjoyed it. My brother and my darling niece have been here less then a week and we've already butt heads. I wonder if we will out grow these squabbles. So much news and so many questions this week, it's a small wonder I feel restless. I crave to feel the breeze and hear the crack of canvas as winds fill my sails again.
May your hopes find safe harbors.
May your hopes find safe harbors.
Written By Dominique
March 11, 2017, 10:22 p.m.(1/26/1006 AR)
I wish Damon was still with us. I think he would have written lovely poetry to envy.
Written By Caelis
March 11, 2017, 10:22 p.m.(1/26/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Artorius
I love my brother. Deep to my bones, I do. But we still fight like children when pushed, maybe we are too much alike?
Written By Octavia
March 11, 2017, 9:46 p.m.(1/26/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Valencia
I am convinced that you view nearly everyone through rose-colored glasses. You see the superlative in people. It's a trait that I envy.
Written By Waldemai
March 11, 2017, 8:58 p.m.(1/26/1006 AR)
It took a lot of work and a lot of practice, but I've finally learned to make rubicund armor. I was able to show Lady Calypso and she immediately bought a set. It's beginning to feel like I'm beginning to fit in up here and I didn't make a mistake coming up from Southport.
Written By Jasher
March 11, 2017, 8:45 p.m.(1/26/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Sameera
A talented jeweler who happens to a former thrall. Yes, former.
Written By Jasher
March 11, 2017, 8:43 p.m.(1/26/1006 AR)
I've instructed my crew to make sure the ships are ready to sail. A formality. My ships are always ready to sail and if I ever find out they're not, at least one person is going overboard. First we'll be supporting the High Lord in the battle against a column of the Bringers. Not long after that, we'll be joining the fleet to fight the Gyre. The ocean, sea air, firing a ships sails before ramming and boarding. Good times.
Written By Arcelia
March 11, 2017, 8:35 p.m.(1/26/1006 AR)
The war frightens me but now is not the time to let that fear get the better of me. I am afraid of the family and friends that will be lost, we have lost so many already? I am doing my best to look at the soldiers when I see them. I feel as though they should all have someone who remembers them. I cannot remember them all but I feel it is only fair that I do my best to remember some of those who are going out there to fight for us.
Written By Agnarr
March 11, 2017, 8:32 p.m.(1/26/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Luca
Painful lessons, but I'm a large target.
Written By Esoka
March 11, 2017, 7:56 p.m.(1/26/1006 AR)
My thoughts have been dark of late. The press of the monsters barreling toward the city. And the tribesmen that follow them. The strangeness of this city. I pray for a center that eludes, and drill each day to hone my body into something that might face what is to come.
I did not expect to find levity, but I did last night. In good company, and spirits that made my head swim. And swings. Which are, indeed, fun. It was grand to see the cider of the Twainfort so well-received, though I'd nearly forgotten the whole thing was a competition by the time I'd downed the last of the drinks.
It was a good time, and made this place seem a bit less strange. Perhaps that shall wear off as the spirits work their way out of my system, but I shall try to hold onto the feeling awhile longer.
I did not expect to find levity, but I did last night. In good company, and spirits that made my head swim. And swings. Which are, indeed, fun. It was grand to see the cider of the Twainfort so well-received, though I'd nearly forgotten the whole thing was a competition by the time I'd downed the last of the drinks.
It was a good time, and made this place seem a bit less strange. Perhaps that shall wear off as the spirits work their way out of my system, but I shall try to hold onto the feeling awhile longer.
Written By Sylvie
March 11, 2017, 7:02 p.m.(1/26/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Valerius
Princess Lark's future husband is certainly a man of great charm. I've never made any secret of the fact that compliments get you everywhere with me. I look forward to helping him plan his wedding and bring his vision to life. It isn't often that I am a Whisper rather than a Duchess.
Written By Octavia
March 11, 2017, 6:53 p.m.(1/26/1006 AR)
I can't wait for these crises to be over - they take so much of my time away from my own goals and intent for being in the city. It's hard to focus on making the connections to gain a seat as a magistrate if I'm always so busy with other things! Once the siege is lifted and the Gyre defeated, I need to spend more time on myself and less on others. Prestige with minor houses is not going to buy me what I want.
Written By Arcelia
March 11, 2017, 5:54 p.m.(1/26/1006 AR)
Oh brother? Sometimes it is difficult not to misstep around Estaban. I swear that man is going to have a heart attack if anyone ever decides that they wish to court me. He is not keen on the idea of me being in the company of any man much less the idea of me ever getting married. This is bad enough that the man has not spoken to me in days. Silly man, what does he expect me to do when I have the attention of a Prince on me? Run away from kisses? And? this Prince is cute... - As a side note, I am fairly certain that every Prince in Arx feels the need to be nude.
Written By Arcelia
March 11, 2017, 5:30 p.m.(1/26/1006 AR)
Since I was a girl I have always known the glamour of the world. The cool feeling of silk caressing my body was always lovely and the vibrant colors majestic. I enjoyed most the parties where I could dress up and make my dresses twirl around me. I felt untouchable, no one cared that I danced and enjoyed myself every day.
What they did care about was the mud. Oh how my mother hated the mud but there is something to be said about dancing in the mud and wet sand and letting all that pretty fabric get wet and heavy. Dancing becomes different, the way you have to move to carry the extra weight changes, and water, mud, and sand flies about everywhere as you twirl. I have learned to wear less expensive dresses while I engage in mud-covered dances but even as an adult I love to play in the mud.
Back when I was a child I was not the most attractive little thing. I had wiry hair and was missing teeth, I disliked combs and baths, and all I wanted to do was play. And that was mostly what I was allowed to do back then. But eventually that part of my childhood had to come to an end and I had to learn the more refined arts of being a noble woman.
I never desired to pick up a sword, though I have once or twice, rather I have had a desire to play and explore. Sadly, that is risky but I wonder? is socializing, being a diplomat, and searching for a husband any safer? Any less risky? I wonder sometimes, the waters I swim often seem shark infested but there are still some beautiful starfish and shells worth reaching out to.
What they did care about was the mud. Oh how my mother hated the mud but there is something to be said about dancing in the mud and wet sand and letting all that pretty fabric get wet and heavy. Dancing becomes different, the way you have to move to carry the extra weight changes, and water, mud, and sand flies about everywhere as you twirl. I have learned to wear less expensive dresses while I engage in mud-covered dances but even as an adult I love to play in the mud.
Back when I was a child I was not the most attractive little thing. I had wiry hair and was missing teeth, I disliked combs and baths, and all I wanted to do was play. And that was mostly what I was allowed to do back then. But eventually that part of my childhood had to come to an end and I had to learn the more refined arts of being a noble woman.
I never desired to pick up a sword, though I have once or twice, rather I have had a desire to play and explore. Sadly, that is risky but I wonder? is socializing, being a diplomat, and searching for a husband any safer? Any less risky? I wonder sometimes, the waters I swim often seem shark infested but there are still some beautiful starfish and shells worth reaching out to.
Written By Orazio
March 11, 2017, 4:56 p.m.(1/26/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Castiel
An unusual sort of Thrax - the blade this one wields most openly is his mind, with his tongue being a fine offhand weapon.
Written By Calliope
March 11, 2017, 3:34 p.m.(1/26/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Bianca
The wisdom of the Archscholar humbles me, and is something to which to aspire. She takes on so many burdens, and yet asks little in return. I am in awe of the woman.
Written By Simone
March 11, 2017, 1:01 p.m.(1/26/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Lyiana
The right occasion to test the friendship of a person is at the time of need. A true friend realizes your need and comes forward to help you voluntarily without any hope of getting back anything in return from you. Such friends are of course very rare, but they are there.
Lyiana is one such friend.
Lyiana is one such friend.
Written By Verity
March 11, 2017, 10:25 a.m.(1/26/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Michael
He is full of kind compliments for subpar whistling. You know dark days have come when the sounds I am capable of while trying to whistle are named as the reason for someone feeling hopeful and bright. He seems a diligent guardsman, someone committed to the welfare of those beneath his station.
Written By Branan
March 11, 2017, 10:06 a.m.(1/25/1006 AR)
I made a choice.
It was my choice.
It was...
Well.
It was interesting.
It was my choice.
It was...
Well.
It was interesting.
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