Written By Percephon
March 5, 2017, 11:56 a.m.(1/14/1006 AR)
I continue to be amazed at the sheer amount of information in this world, the arts and sciences that exist and how they are tackled. Take for example a prodigal I ran into by happenstance the other day. A taxidermist by nature, even if he didn't refer to himself that way. Growing up, we always had our room of 'trophies', the various creatures that were fine specimens of their kind, preserved to celebrate the hunter that had brought them down.
We talked briefly about the sheer amount of work that goes into this preservation, even if it is so that the head and hide can be worn like a cloak. The careful stitching, the choice of items to replace those parts that could not be preserved. As I was leaving, he mentioned what was next: plucking out the eyes. I couldn't stay, else I would have to witness this. Perhaps it is a morbid thought, but I do believe everything is worth experiencing once. Hopefully, I might run into this man again someday, and help him to pluck out the eyes so that I might see for myself how this art is performed.
We talked briefly about the sheer amount of work that goes into this preservation, even if it is so that the head and hide can be worn like a cloak. The careful stitching, the choice of items to replace those parts that could not be preserved. As I was leaving, he mentioned what was next: plucking out the eyes. I couldn't stay, else I would have to witness this. Perhaps it is a morbid thought, but I do believe everything is worth experiencing once. Hopefully, I might run into this man again someday, and help him to pluck out the eyes so that I might see for myself how this art is performed.
Written By Sigurd
March 5, 2017, 11:27 a.m.(1/14/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Khanne
A wrong righted. A past revisited.
A friendship reborn? Time will tell...Have to survive all this Doom first.
A friendship reborn? Time will tell...Have to survive all this Doom first.
Written By Dominic
March 5, 2017, 11:03 a.m.(1/14/1006 AR)
It is easy to be complacent in this city. Everything you could want is just down the street. So when your house calls you to duty and puts that fire on your ass to get to work it really gets all the all the gears moving. It is a good thing to be in the thick of it, watching movements and drills take place in preperations. Nothing has changed from my time.
Written By Fortunato
March 5, 2017, 10:27 a.m.(1/14/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Donella
Sketch. The Merchant Gate, portcullis raised, the visible grating entwined with dangling flowers. On either side of the great gate, shadowing the Iron Guard who flank it, are wild gardens grown from the wall, embedded ledges overflowing with curtains of vines. A crowd of people rivers across the bottom of the canvas, toward the open portcullis, but a couple have broken off from the mass to harvest beans from the hanging garden, their fingers tangled in the greenery, their baskets already half-full.
Written By Abbas
March 5, 2017, 9:58 a.m.(1/13/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Katarina
A Eurusi princess -- one with an attractive hue about her. Only with my family and the lingering one or two servants that served my father and mother do I get to converse in the native tongue. There are days I hunger for blood and war in the Dune Kingdoms.
I shall have to seek her out and get to know this one's tale.
I shall have to seek her out and get to know this one's tale.
Written By Cicero
March 5, 2017, 9:58 a.m.(1/13/1006 AR)
Refuse the good bye.
Danger comes. Real and pressing.
Hope. Always have hope.
Danger comes. Real and pressing.
Hope. Always have hope.
Written By Abbas
March 5, 2017, 9:56 a.m.(1/13/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Julea
As the days of past I have grow fond and accustomed to the presence of the Marin. I knew her mother -- in a manner and briefly. And at first confused her for the same woman.
The daughter is much preferred.
The daughter is much preferred.
Written By Fortunato
March 5, 2017, 9:56 a.m.(1/13/1006 AR)
Picture. A sea of dark with a great flame in the center, a flame in yellows, reds, orange. Most of the color of the sketch has gone here. Born (and borne) out from the center are smaller flames, rendered mostly in white with the occasional off-yellow streak, rendered in asymmetrical variations on hazy circles. These smaller scatter out, patternless, to the far edges of the blackened canvas.
Written By Cicero
March 5, 2017, 9:56 a.m.(1/13/1006 AR)
Duty before fear.
Heavier than a mountain
Some can't bear the weight.
Heavier than a mountain
Some can't bear the weight.
Written By Abbas
March 5, 2017, 9:54 a.m.(1/13/1006 AR)
Sometimes I feel there is a darkness lingering under the surface. Steering you. Making you act.
This day each week I feel compelled to write. I have no desires, except this day -- to ever write. But when I wake there is a dull urge in the back of my head that transitions into some drivel or another.
I loathe paperwork. I don't mind maps. Strategy. Battle. And steering headfirst into a foul wind with axe in hand. But I loathe expressing myself in this manner. Except this day.
A strange thing.
A world of demons and elves. Of blood magic. Strange tides ahead.
This day each week I feel compelled to write. I have no desires, except this day -- to ever write. But when I wake there is a dull urge in the back of my head that transitions into some drivel or another.
I loathe paperwork. I don't mind maps. Strategy. Battle. And steering headfirst into a foul wind with axe in hand. But I loathe expressing myself in this manner. Except this day.
A strange thing.
A world of demons and elves. Of blood magic. Strange tides ahead.
Written By Cicero
March 5, 2017, 9:53 a.m.(1/13/1006 AR)
Hero to save me
Brave the danger and the cold
Thrown overhand down.
Brave the danger and the cold
Thrown overhand down.
Written By Ophelia
March 5, 2017, 8:28 a.m.(1/13/1006 AR)
I wish someone would invite me to the ball or to the feast of the senses. But, i have already stuck my foot in it this week and i sense my luck is thin at best and i dont think i should go stag. Ah well.. Maybe next time?
Written By Selene
March 5, 2017, 8:04 a.m.(1/13/1006 AR)
Again, I find men are loose with all organs spare their hearts.
While love eludes me, I still find myself warm at night and my pocket full. Is it worth it?
Time to find more serious pursuits to find more serious men.
While love eludes me, I still find myself warm at night and my pocket full. Is it worth it?
Time to find more serious pursuits to find more serious men.
Written By Ophelia
March 5, 2017, 8 a.m.(1/13/1006 AR)
They say the king stirs as the army grows closer to siege. My heart flutters with fear and excitement. I wonder what this could mean.
Written By Luca
March 5, 2017, 7:35 a.m.(1/13/1006 AR)
Sobriety shouldn't be as hard as it's becoming. That can't be a good sign.
But neither should a break from the boredom, pain, confusion, and grief be such a sweet temptation that I'm willing to brave that sobriety just for chance at the _doing_ of something! That's not a good sign either in my opinion, though I suspect others who care about me would rather see me that way.
What happened to the lazy Luca who couldn't be bothered to do the things?
Do I want him back?
But neither should a break from the boredom, pain, confusion, and grief be such a sweet temptation that I'm willing to brave that sobriety just for chance at the _doing_ of something! That's not a good sign either in my opinion, though I suspect others who care about me would rather see me that way.
What happened to the lazy Luca who couldn't be bothered to do the things?
Do I want him back?
Written By Valery
March 5, 2017, 7:07 a.m.(1/13/1006 AR)
Family.
Family sounds like such a big word.
And everybody uses it so easily.
But what's exactly a family?
People that share blood and a name?
People that share a bond and love and care for each other?
I've seen how 'family' makes people angry, when they feel it's been offended. Violent. Illogical.
So why do I feel I'm missing something?
Family sounds like such a big word.
And everybody uses it so easily.
But what's exactly a family?
People that share blood and a name?
People that share a bond and love and care for each other?
I've seen how 'family' makes people angry, when they feel it's been offended. Violent. Illogical.
So why do I feel I'm missing something?
Written By Joslyn
March 5, 2017, 4:44 a.m.(1/13/1006 AR)
While I cannot say with certainty that this is indeed what I saw, I'm going to tell this to myself, and rejoice that I could be present for this first and very special moment for a new couple of Arx. I believe that I bore witness to a couple's first kiss (Whom I will not name directly in my white journal to preserve their privacy.) But it is such a beautiful and wondrous thing to see young love. My heart leaps, and is also heavy, and I just hope that this is the beginning of something long and beautiful, and that this isn't something that is cut short far before its time.
Is this city getting to me? Life was so easy and carefree before I arrived, and now I can hardly witness something pure and beautiful without worrying of dread and loss.
Is this city getting to me? Life was so easy and carefree before I arrived, and now I can hardly witness something pure and beautiful without worrying of dread and loss.
Written By Leta
March 5, 2017, 2:40 a.m.(1/13/1006 AR)
There was a contest sponsored by Princess Jaenelle, a test of physical skill and brawn and cleverness. And I think style counted for something too. I won it.
It was good fun, and the arena was a thing to behold. A whole ship and a pool full of water, built right for it. Maybe I ought to be a pirate, but I don't know a thing about sailing.
I nearly froze my rear off in the water, as I didn't think to bring a spare set of clothes or take off my boots. I won some writs that ought to come in handy. Then I also won another thing, and that's some time with Prince Cicero Velenosa, who gifted me with a piece of steelsilk for my win.
It's a wonderful thing. I'd never seen any before, much less touch it, and now it's mine. It's hardly enough for anything other than looking pretty. But I've got a right to dream of things.
It was good fun, and the arena was a thing to behold. A whole ship and a pool full of water, built right for it. Maybe I ought to be a pirate, but I don't know a thing about sailing.
I nearly froze my rear off in the water, as I didn't think to bring a spare set of clothes or take off my boots. I won some writs that ought to come in handy. Then I also won another thing, and that's some time with Prince Cicero Velenosa, who gifted me with a piece of steelsilk for my win.
It's a wonderful thing. I'd never seen any before, much less touch it, and now it's mine. It's hardly enough for anything other than looking pretty. But I've got a right to dream of things.
Written By Octavia
March 5, 2017, 2:16 a.m.(1/13/1006 AR)
Odd that the king would wake after so long, so shortly before a threat descends upon Arvum. I have to wonder what it means.
Written By Preston
March 5, 2017, 2:12 a.m.(1/13/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Alaric
Praise be to the King, may he reign long, and may the gods long hold him and succor him and keep him.
May the Compact prosper beneath his leadership and may he rise with the support of the gods to be once again strong.
May the Compact prosper beneath his leadership and may he rise with the support of the gods to be once again strong.
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