Written By Ida
Oct. 21, 2021, 6:17 p.m.(6/5/1016 AR)
I get great joy in having chairs made for people. They are fairly simply things, when you think about it, but also special in their own way. It's kinda like...here. Come sit for a spell. This is a place for you to rest or just take a load off and watch the world for a bit. I am grateful for the patient carpenters in the city for always entertaining my ideas. I could make my own out of metal, of course, but there's something about the familiar creak of wood that makes them just a bit more personal I guess.
Written By Simone
Oct. 21, 2021, 12:23 p.m.(6/4/1016 AR)
Gentle Readers,
Since returning to Arx I have considered who I wish to spend my time with while staying in the Capital. While family is important, I also with to branch out and create further alliances with those I may offer my talents to. I wish to further my diplomatic work, and strengthen ties between prodigal houses and the Faith. There are so many things I would enjoy, though I think I would enjoy them more doing them with others.
I have found having a patron to be fulfilling in the past and now that I have returned I wish to find someone who I can aide just as much as they can support. Someone who understands and yet holds me to as high of a standard as I hold myself. Applications are being taken.
M. Simone Greenmarch
Since returning to Arx I have considered who I wish to spend my time with while staying in the Capital. While family is important, I also with to branch out and create further alliances with those I may offer my talents to. I wish to further my diplomatic work, and strengthen ties between prodigal houses and the Faith. There are so many things I would enjoy, though I think I would enjoy them more doing them with others.
I have found having a patron to be fulfilling in the past and now that I have returned I wish to find someone who I can aide just as much as they can support. Someone who understands and yet holds me to as high of a standard as I hold myself. Applications are being taken.
M. Simone Greenmarch
Written By Simone
Oct. 21, 2021, 12:05 a.m.(6/3/1016 AR)
Gentle Readers,
I have found myself once more within the beautiful capital, having taken a moment to return home to do a bit of research on this and that. While sometimes such leads to new questions rather than answering the old, it only means that there is more to focus on and a wider variety of paths to explore. It means that there are opportunities and one should never shy from such things. I find that I look forward to taking these paths to wherever they may lead, and hopefully they start new ones at their finish.
In the mean time I look forward to catching up with friends and family, meeting new people to cause trouble with, and sharing as many stories over a strong glass of poor decisions.
M. Simone Greenmarch
I have found myself once more within the beautiful capital, having taken a moment to return home to do a bit of research on this and that. While sometimes such leads to new questions rather than answering the old, it only means that there is more to focus on and a wider variety of paths to explore. It means that there are opportunities and one should never shy from such things. I find that I look forward to taking these paths to wherever they may lead, and hopefully they start new ones at their finish.
In the mean time I look forward to catching up with friends and family, meeting new people to cause trouble with, and sharing as many stories over a strong glass of poor decisions.
M. Simone Greenmarch
Written By Haakon
Oct. 20, 2021, 6:46 p.m.(6/3/1016 AR)
Among my people, the tradition is that only the worst of the lawless folk, traitors, and oathbreakers were presented to the sea. The most common punishment for greater crimes was exile from the home island, for a number of years. A year and a day or three years being the most common. To be sent away from kith and kin were a fate terrible enough, but added to this dread was the very real chance of dying during exile, away from ties of blood or the welcome of home.
Any crime dire enough to deserve exile forever is dire enough to just kill the bleeder outright.
Yet some few among us are stricken with wanderlust, every generation. I learned no so long past that one such band of exiles had dared the Wide Sea, and reached the far shore alive, where some few had fought a shield duel to the interest and amusement of some Eurusi, afore they ventured further east, never to return.
Mayhap it were a merry show of skill for the foreigners, or mayhap after weeks or months at sea, two warriors were sick of the other's face, I know not, but an Eswynd longship crossed the Wide Sea, once. I often wonder what became of them.
Any crime dire enough to deserve exile forever is dire enough to just kill the bleeder outright.
Yet some few among us are stricken with wanderlust, every generation. I learned no so long past that one such band of exiles had dared the Wide Sea, and reached the far shore alive, where some few had fought a shield duel to the interest and amusement of some Eurusi, afore they ventured further east, never to return.
Mayhap it were a merry show of skill for the foreigners, or mayhap after weeks or months at sea, two warriors were sick of the other's face, I know not, but an Eswynd longship crossed the Wide Sea, once. I often wonder what became of them.
Written By Sydney
Oct. 20, 2021, 12:31 a.m.(6/1/1016 AR)
Seldom have I experienced such an unpleasant disquieting of the humors such that has kept me abed for the past week.
There is nothing like taking ill to make you miss those that tended to you as a child - my father had his flaws, but he always did seem at his best when I was at my worst, for there was no longer any choice but to at least make an effort. I still can't make porridge quite the same way he did - or maybe my tastes have changed, or perhaps my memories of it, but I will cherish the memory of feeling vulnerable, but safe. Of feeling sick, but nurtured.
They're fleeting, those moments, like ripples in a still pond.
Eventually, you forget to poke at them, and they vanish to nothing.
I'd like to keep these. As long as I can.
There is nothing like taking ill to make you miss those that tended to you as a child - my father had his flaws, but he always did seem at his best when I was at my worst, for there was no longer any choice but to at least make an effort. I still can't make porridge quite the same way he did - or maybe my tastes have changed, or perhaps my memories of it, but I will cherish the memory of feeling vulnerable, but safe. Of feeling sick, but nurtured.
They're fleeting, those moments, like ripples in a still pond.
Eventually, you forget to poke at them, and they vanish to nothing.
I'd like to keep these. As long as I can.
Written By Sonnet
Oct. 19, 2021, 10:23 p.m.(6/1/1016 AR)
There's a secret in this painting. I want to write this down, cement it in the annals of history.
-oh that's really funny, so the story goes-
[The scholar makes a notation that guards from the Nox'alfar Embassay arrived and wordlessly baited Sonnet from the room. The penmanship is shaky and there's a small phrase written after his intials: 'Never again.']
-oh that's really funny, so the story goes-
[The scholar makes a notation that guards from the Nox'alfar Embassay arrived and wordlessly baited Sonnet from the room. The penmanship is shaky and there's a small phrase written after his intials: 'Never again.']
Written By Lisebet
Oct. 19, 2021, 6:25 p.m.(6/1/1016 AR)
I haven't written much lately in my journal. It seems that I haven't really had a lot to say, with all that is going on.
Written By Caprice
Oct. 19, 2021, 5:14 p.m.(6/1/1016 AR)
I am rarely puzzled, flattered and humbled at the same time. I can say with certainty that this is the first time it has happened because a piece of furniture.
Written By Medeia
Oct. 19, 2021, 2:52 p.m.(6/1/1016 AR)
I have been told I nearly died yesterday. I do not remember what happened, not really. There are no cuts to stitch, no bruises to soothe. Yet, I am terribly weak and cannot get warm and am exhausted. It is not even clear who or what may be responsible. I hold that my friends are making too much of it. A person under stress can faint away with little provocation! And I have felt these symptoms before, though to a lesser extent. This is all perfectly explainable.
Though, I trust that my friends would not lie to me. What I remember, what I feel, and what happened are not the same thing. How disturbing.
At least this has allowed me to take some much needed rest time. I spent part of today in the courtyard, warming under the sun, watching as the children crawled and climbed about on the dinghy that Zakhar built. The thing is beautiful and is proving to be a joy to the twins. Good to get them used to being on boats, yes?
Though, I trust that my friends would not lie to me. What I remember, what I feel, and what happened are not the same thing. How disturbing.
At least this has allowed me to take some much needed rest time. I spent part of today in the courtyard, warming under the sun, watching as the children crawled and climbed about on the dinghy that Zakhar built. The thing is beautiful and is proving to be a joy to the twins. Good to get them used to being on boats, yes?
Written By Cambria
Oct. 18, 2021, 10:23 p.m.(5/27/1016 AR)
Death notices are not usually a source of great fun. If one should not speak ill of the recently dead, unless they were utter monsters, one should not speak facetiously of them, either.
The temptation is nevertheless great. On learning of another's passing, I said to my children, "You should never say anything bad about the dead, only good. They are dead. Good."
The temptation is nevertheless great. On learning of another's passing, I said to my children, "You should never say anything bad about the dead, only good. They are dead. Good."
Written By Cambria
Oct. 18, 2021, 10:09 p.m.(5/27/1016 AR)
Some things are just that anticlimatic.
Written By Cesare
Oct. 18, 2021, 8:24 p.m.(5/27/1016 AR)
Relationship Note on Savio
I want it noted that I also believe in you when others don't, I just also believe in your natural inclination to act a fool. Alas, I have chosen you as a friend, and therefore no amount of foolishness will convince me otherwise.
I should have made this a poem, but I have not. Or at least not a poem which rhymes; I suppose it could be a blank verse poem. Ah, blank verse, an art form I know you despise.
I should have made this a poem, but I have not. Or at least not a poem which rhymes; I suppose it could be a blank verse poem. Ah, blank verse, an art form I know you despise.
Written By Tesha
Oct. 18, 2021, 3:21 p.m.(5/27/1016 AR)
Sometimes you just have to realize that it is time to move on and to try to mend another broken heart in silence while working on things for your family.
Written By Temira
Oct. 18, 2021, 2:56 p.m.(5/27/1016 AR)
Enjoyed some teaching from my near-brother. Archery, war and survival. If the last battle taught me anything, is that I was too hasty in my fighting. I lacked a bit of the skill to back it up. Maybe the battles before since they weren't so bad, left me a little but overconfident, Now I feel better about my skills when I have worked hard in training. Lets hope the next upcoming battle will be a show of all the fruits of my labor.
Written By Savio
Oct. 18, 2021, 1:34 p.m.(5/26/1016 AR)
I never thought I would make it here, and I am, twice over, not the same man I was when I arrived in Arx two years ago. It's been a long, strange trip.
I owe more gratitude to everyone than can possibly be recorded in one place. The support of everyone who attended (particularly those who do not care for Weddings and Parties) means more to me than I know how to say, and I regret that I did not get a chance to speak to everyone. Find me later, we will chat quietly. It is a kindness to me that in a season defined by criticism and castigation, so many people wanted to share and celebrate with us.
I will call out some individuals to whom I am particularly thankful.
First Harlequin Tanith, for such a beautiful cake, we still can't stop talking about the cake.
Prince Sebastian, for understanding something other people do not.
Marquessa Cassiopeia, for an unexpected and moving book-end to a story. And for all her help, support, and unrelenting kindness and cheer.
Raven the Blackheart, for things which cannot be spoken of to scholars.
Prince Arman, for investment in our future, and for his faith in our ability to carry forward.
Lady Medeia Eswynd, for her support of and investment in the House of Amadeo.
Aconite Whisper, for a display of color and beauty into which I want to lose myself completely.
Lady Monique Greenmarch, for a clever game with a surprising conclusion.
Lord Ian Kennex and Lord Haakon Eswynd, for being ready to act against the Disagreeably Unexpected.
Softest Whisper Cesare, for making sure I looked so beautiful, and for his consistent efforts against my natural inclination to act a fool.
Duke Apollo Malespero, for believing in me when I don't.
Zakhar, for making us beautiful things, for being there always, for teaching us to walk confidently into the fullness of who we are.
Count Duarte Amadeo, for acceptance that was not granted easily.
Archlector Giada of the Thirteenth, without whose guidance, wisdom, and challenge we would not have managed this. What she asked of us was not easy, but there is no shortcut to any place worth going.
And Orland, for anchoring my drift, for a loyalty that withstands the depths of my grief and the heights of my mania. He makes me a better man, and I am proud to wear his name.
I owe more gratitude to everyone than can possibly be recorded in one place. The support of everyone who attended (particularly those who do not care for Weddings and Parties) means more to me than I know how to say, and I regret that I did not get a chance to speak to everyone. Find me later, we will chat quietly. It is a kindness to me that in a season defined by criticism and castigation, so many people wanted to share and celebrate with us.
I will call out some individuals to whom I am particularly thankful.
First Harlequin Tanith, for such a beautiful cake, we still can't stop talking about the cake.
Prince Sebastian, for understanding something other people do not.
Marquessa Cassiopeia, for an unexpected and moving book-end to a story. And for all her help, support, and unrelenting kindness and cheer.
Raven the Blackheart, for things which cannot be spoken of to scholars.
Prince Arman, for investment in our future, and for his faith in our ability to carry forward.
Lady Medeia Eswynd, for her support of and investment in the House of Amadeo.
Aconite Whisper, for a display of color and beauty into which I want to lose myself completely.
Lady Monique Greenmarch, for a clever game with a surprising conclusion.
Lord Ian Kennex and Lord Haakon Eswynd, for being ready to act against the Disagreeably Unexpected.
Softest Whisper Cesare, for making sure I looked so beautiful, and for his consistent efforts against my natural inclination to act a fool.
Duke Apollo Malespero, for believing in me when I don't.
Zakhar, for making us beautiful things, for being there always, for teaching us to walk confidently into the fullness of who we are.
Count Duarte Amadeo, for acceptance that was not granted easily.
Archlector Giada of the Thirteenth, without whose guidance, wisdom, and challenge we would not have managed this. What she asked of us was not easy, but there is no shortcut to any place worth going.
And Orland, for anchoring my drift, for a loyalty that withstands the depths of my grief and the heights of my mania. He makes me a better man, and I am proud to wear his name.
Written By Bahiya
Oct. 18, 2021, 10:39 a.m.(5/26/1016 AR)
I do my best to stay optimistic, and while my time here in Arx has been productive and rewarding, news from home forms my plans and the days coming. Even with the long delay, it's important to hear word of what is happening in my homeland or to regain contacts with people I have left behind, no matter how unpleasant. But I find the state of the messages distressing these past months. Why is it that no word comes? The delay has taught me patience but I am in that rare instance of being -impatient-; the silence worries me. Surely I would have heard something by now, and yet the dates on my reports have become old. What is happening?
Written By Babette
Oct. 18, 2021, 2:16 a.m.(5/25/1016 AR)
I am so glad to be in the city again. Glad to be among the noble peers. I hope that I am one that is missed.
Written By Medeia
Oct. 18, 2021, 12:27 a.m.(5/25/1016 AR)
Archduchess Jaenelle made a very kind donation to the Saving Grace of a selection of cribs, cradles, and bassinets. I was delighted to accept it! They are now available at the hospital for new mothers. It feels wonderful to be able to help families begin and grow. I know to some this may seem trivial, but even having such simple things taken care of can be an immense relief during a very busy, exciting, and sometimes nerve wracking time.
And, now that it is spring, and the city has had a recent influx of laborers, the plans for the education center at the hospital may be able to finish. I have so many classes to organize! The herb primers will be coming back, though I think now I can move on to a more intermediate set of lessons for those students who have been diligent in their studies. It was a nice surprise to have Lord Ian's assistance in teaching during the combat medicine lesson. As much as I wish those lessons were not needed, I believe there will more of those coming soon.
And, now that it is spring, and the city has had a recent influx of laborers, the plans for the education center at the hospital may be able to finish. I have so many classes to organize! The herb primers will be coming back, though I think now I can move on to a more intermediate set of lessons for those students who have been diligent in their studies. It was a nice surprise to have Lord Ian's assistance in teaching during the combat medicine lesson. As much as I wish those lessons were not needed, I believe there will more of those coming soon.
Written By Galen
Oct. 17, 2021, 10:38 p.m.(5/25/1016 AR)
Relationship Note on Denica
Book,
It was great to get to spend a little time with family. I am pleased to see my cousin becoming the strong person that she is.
It was great to get to spend a little time with family. I am pleased to see my cousin becoming the strong person that she is.
Written By Denica
Oct. 17, 2021, 9:10 p.m.(5/25/1016 AR)
Do not mistake my kindness for weakness. It cuts like a knife.
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