Written By Driskell
Feb. 20, 2017, 2:16 p.m.(12/16/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Jasher
WHY!? The single word which defines my thoughts on this prince of Thrax, he isn't at all like his fellows which is a good thing and a bad thing. Perhaps it might be due to that churlish knight who seems to be at his hip, infecting him with a negative spirit? Perhaps with the right encouragement with other Thraxan royals, we might see Prince Jasher rise up to the occasion. Maybe he'll drop that annoying knight. One has hope! Not much, but you have to start somewhere.
Written By Driskell
Feb. 20, 2017, 2:09 p.m.(12/16/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Aleksei
The man has possibility, but it seems he's still a whiny child suckling the teat of his paramour. He seems to have a very strange idea as to what Thraxans are like, and far too sensitive to maintain a discussion about anything which might trigger those sensitivities. I don't like him, I've decided. Landcrabs must be handing out knighthoods to any Tom, Dick or Aleksei.
Written By Driskell
Feb. 20, 2017, 2:03 p.m.(12/16/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Sina
I met the other day a most remarkable young woman named Sina Izetta, learning that she's the trusted hand servant to Princess Donella who happens to be the Voice of Thrax. Quiet and reserved, one might mistake her for one's shadow although the two of us talked at some length. The cliffside gazebo with its masterful watch over the bay of Thrax opened our conversation. It didn't pass me that her eyes are like moonshine, the opposite of mine. I'll have to make a special wine...
Written By Lark
Feb. 20, 2017, 12:17 p.m.(12/16/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Niccolo
The man is the embodiment of intelligent nobility. He has tirelessly expressed extreme grace and humility while navigating powerful losses to his person, his House, his fealty... unerring dignity whilst having his character brought into question time and time again... and in having received what can only be viewed from the outside as a partial justice if that. I can see why a lesser woman, already made vulnerable through her deficiency of personal virtues as a result of a lifetime of extreme privilege, could become hopelessly enamored and infatuated. I have only compassion for such a creature where were I him, I might well be within my rights to not.
Written By Lydia
Feb. 20, 2017, 12:14 p.m.(12/16/1005 AR)
It's official now.
Last night I went and offered Darren my fealty as duchess. He accepted, of course. So now Stonedeep has it's fourth duke or duchess in as many years.
I fear I may have inherited a curse. Gods protect me.
Last night I went and offered Darren my fealty as duchess. He accepted, of course. So now Stonedeep has it's fourth duke or duchess in as many years.
I fear I may have inherited a curse. Gods protect me.
Written By Eirene
Feb. 20, 2017, 11:28 a.m.(12/16/1005 AR)
We held the Vulture's Feast for the dead in the Phoenix brigade the other day. For those of you who aren't familiar with such a thing, when my lads and lassies lose someone, we hold a little ritual...
The dead's possessions are put in a pile. We send them to the Thirteenth with no shoes and in as ratty a uniform as can be found. While this sounds gruesome I want to remind you fucks that these men and women devoted their lives to their brothers and sisters of battle and understand fully how important a good pair of boots and a jerkin without holes is. Those who express wishes otherwise are honored, but for us - keeping the clothing of the dead keeps their memory with us.
That little greenish stain on the white linen shirt - remember the time we had that mush and he laughed so hard he coughed it up and it spilled? That sewn-up line there - that shav nearly gutted her and she turned around and took it's head clean off. Those boots - remember when he lost at dice and those boots and his hat were all he was allowed to wear that night per the wager? That dagger - she won it in that knife-throwing contest off that merchant- who later admitted he didn't expect a woman to throw so good.
A good pair of boots can win a war. Ask any general or quartermaster. The smallest things can mean the difference between soldiers with good dry feet and those with blackrot. An extra dagger can be the death of an enemy when your sword is knocked from your hand.
So we tell tales of them - the more ribald and embarrassing the better. We eat their favorite foods if we can come by them. We send their most personal momentos to their kin and we keep the rest and divvy it up according to need. We honor their memories and keep them alive in our hearts by carrying part of them with us. Like a vulture - taking death and making life out of it.
They don't call me the Old Buzzard for nothing.
We invoke Lagoma and the Thirteenth in our prayers - she is the patron of our unit after all. Her fires purify and destroy, heal and harm. That is why the Phoenix is our sygil and our unit badge. The firebird never dies; she is reborn and renewed. Our medics may die but they always live on with us in their small way. Even though they have moved beyond this reflection they will stay here in our memories.
The dead's possessions are put in a pile. We send them to the Thirteenth with no shoes and in as ratty a uniform as can be found. While this sounds gruesome I want to remind you fucks that these men and women devoted their lives to their brothers and sisters of battle and understand fully how important a good pair of boots and a jerkin without holes is. Those who express wishes otherwise are honored, but for us - keeping the clothing of the dead keeps their memory with us.
That little greenish stain on the white linen shirt - remember the time we had that mush and he laughed so hard he coughed it up and it spilled? That sewn-up line there - that shav nearly gutted her and she turned around and took it's head clean off. Those boots - remember when he lost at dice and those boots and his hat were all he was allowed to wear that night per the wager? That dagger - she won it in that knife-throwing contest off that merchant- who later admitted he didn't expect a woman to throw so good.
A good pair of boots can win a war. Ask any general or quartermaster. The smallest things can mean the difference between soldiers with good dry feet and those with blackrot. An extra dagger can be the death of an enemy when your sword is knocked from your hand.
So we tell tales of them - the more ribald and embarrassing the better. We eat their favorite foods if we can come by them. We send their most personal momentos to their kin and we keep the rest and divvy it up according to need. We honor their memories and keep them alive in our hearts by carrying part of them with us. Like a vulture - taking death and making life out of it.
They don't call me the Old Buzzard for nothing.
We invoke Lagoma and the Thirteenth in our prayers - she is the patron of our unit after all. Her fires purify and destroy, heal and harm. That is why the Phoenix is our sygil and our unit badge. The firebird never dies; she is reborn and renewed. Our medics may die but they always live on with us in their small way. Even though they have moved beyond this reflection they will stay here in our memories.
Written By Mirari
Feb. 20, 2017, 7:43 a.m.(12/15/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Donella
Scent: Maelstrom's Cool Kiss, sea side flowers.
Written By Mirari
Feb. 20, 2017, 7:42 a.m.(12/15/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Lyiana
Scent: Honey and Hue, honeysuckle and lavender.
Written By Mirari
Feb. 20, 2017, 7:42 a.m.(12/15/1005 AR)
Scent: Honey and Hue, honeysuckle and lavender.
Written By Mirari
Feb. 20, 2017, 7:38 a.m.(12/15/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Isolde
Scent: Mirror's Breath. Vanilla, blackberries, and jasmine.
Written By Mirari
Feb. 20, 2017, 7:37 a.m.(12/15/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Nadia
Scent: Nightgold's Fervor, hibiscus and plumeria. Now available to the public.
Written By Mirari
Feb. 20, 2017, 7:12 a.m.(12/15/1005 AR)
Rose extract and cade oil do not go together very well, no. What in elysia's name was I thinking? How long is it going to take to air out the shop?
Written By Merek
Feb. 20, 2017, 4:36 a.m.(12/15/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Mailys
I met this curious Whisper a few times. She is quite nice, and well refined, although different than most from the House. I'm hopeful that we can become friends.
Written By Leola
Feb. 20, 2017, 12:06 a.m.(12/15/1005 AR)
The Lady Arcelia has arrived in Arx.
She seems to enjoy the gardens of Saik Tower, as each time I've noted her, she has been there. We've talked, a few times in the past week, and she consistently takes care to listen to me, to respond and to seek guidance. I suggested, should she seek a further involvement in the social scene of Arx, that she speak to Lady Juliet Fidante. I've even offered, should she be serious, to assist her in training with the bow or blade.
... I can barely use either. I'm certainly not skilled enough to class myself as a tutor in them. I watch those in the training centre move with skill, power and purpose, and I certainly could not raise a candle to any of them. So why? Perhaps, I think, that I do hope to allow her to feel more included among the nobles of Malvici and Saik. We are the more martial side of Velenosa, after all, and each and every one of my lords and ladies seems more than skilled in war's arts.
She seems to enjoy the gardens of Saik Tower, as each time I've noted her, she has been there. We've talked, a few times in the past week, and she consistently takes care to listen to me, to respond and to seek guidance. I suggested, should she seek a further involvement in the social scene of Arx, that she speak to Lady Juliet Fidante. I've even offered, should she be serious, to assist her in training with the bow or blade.
... I can barely use either. I'm certainly not skilled enough to class myself as a tutor in them. I watch those in the training centre move with skill, power and purpose, and I certainly could not raise a candle to any of them. So why? Perhaps, I think, that I do hope to allow her to feel more included among the nobles of Malvici and Saik. We are the more martial side of Velenosa, after all, and each and every one of my lords and ladies seems more than skilled in war's arts.
Written By Leta
Feb. 20, 2017, 12:02 a.m.(12/15/1005 AR)
(Today's handwriting is particularly poor. There are wine-colored stains.)
I've decided I'm to be a warrior bard, such as in the stories with the elves and dragons and such things.
But I only know the one song about the knight and the shepherdess, what with the stick and the sheep, and I don't think that's proper knightly of me, if I'm to try to be a knight. Not that I am. But if I was. There's the one I heard with the cabin boy and that's a good one, but I don't know all the words to that one. I know some wooing songs and that's knightly enough I think. I don't think I'm allowed to practice them on other women, though, just the one. But folk like to hear songs of love even when you're not wooing them, I think.
I'll write my own songs but I'm not much for writing or for thinking of good words when I need them. I'll try.
(Crossed out:
I wish 'twas not my weapons
That my hand was laid upon
And if I had you in our bed
I'd not go out till dawn
Not even if them Bringers
Hammer down the wall right through
Cause if I'm going to be dead
I might as well go down
The crossed out poem mercifully ends in a fat ink blot.)
Written By Donella
Feb. 19, 2017, 11:59 p.m.(12/15/1005 AR)
Today, I find that people are giving me the eye. A lot of raised eyebrows, in fact. I wondered for a short while if it is the pair of leather riding trousers I commissioned from Seaward Exports. But I am not the only Thrax woman that wears such things, and no one was staring at my ass. At least I don't think so. I recognize the smell of scandal, though. It is alluring, like a perfume on the skin for a people who are desperate to think about anything at all but 160,000 marching feet, closing the distance to Arx daily.
For those bored enough to read my scribblings, I went riding in good company. I ate a meal in the grass, and for an afternoon I did not talk about the darkness that is my preoccupation every waking hour, these days. That is enough of a sin, I suppose. But Mangata stroked my hair as I rode in the field, and it felt like a blessing to do as some have lately told me; to learn to live, while I still have life in my veins. The desire to have some corner of my life not be tainted by fear or shame is like a strong tide pulling with the moon.
For those bored enough to read my scribblings, I went riding in good company. I ate a meal in the grass, and for an afternoon I did not talk about the darkness that is my preoccupation every waking hour, these days. That is enough of a sin, I suppose. But Mangata stroked my hair as I rode in the field, and it felt like a blessing to do as some have lately told me; to learn to live, while I still have life in my veins. The desire to have some corner of my life not be tainted by fear or shame is like a strong tide pulling with the moon.
Written By Signe
Feb. 19, 2017, 11:59 p.m.(12/15/1005 AR)
Perhaps all I need is a new hobby to keep my mind off things. There is so much that weighs me down and the heart of the forest is a place I am forbidden to go around these parts. The outskirts aren't as exciting.
Maybe I will collect wooden animal figurines. Once I've had all the animals of the world, I'll move on to human figurines and make sure Gurdy's is one with the most awkward of poses. Mydas can have a cape or something.
Maybe I can have one made of Nadia right now before anyone forgets how she looks like. Now, if only Gavin hadn't left...
Maybe I will collect wooden animal figurines. Once I've had all the animals of the world, I'll move on to human figurines and make sure Gurdy's is one with the most awkward of poses. Mydas can have a cape or something.
Maybe I can have one made of Nadia right now before anyone forgets how she looks like. Now, if only Gavin hadn't left...
Written By Inigo
Feb. 19, 2017, 11:57 p.m.(12/15/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Calista
I can think of nothing more perfect than a rose...
Written By Khanne
Feb. 19, 2017, 11:56 p.m.(12/15/1005 AR)
Wealth.
It comes in many forms;golds, jewels, commodities, silvers in the bank, luxuries in the armoire, diamondplate, exotic leathers, etcetera...
But there are less tangible things one can feel a sense of wealth in as well. Things such as family, friends, and those so fortunate, loves.
Since arriving in Arx, where I have been thrust into a highly populated world, so different from my solitude in the mountains, I have come to realize that the most prized thing any of us can possess....
...is time.
There never seems enough of it to tackle all the duties one might wish to complete in a day. There is never enough time to talk with all the people one might wish to talk to. There is never enough time to stop and simply be, all on your own. There is never enough time to embrace that which you most wish to embrace.
And all too often.... there is never enough time to see all your dreams turn to reality. Never enough time to inspire as many smiles as you hope to inspire. Never enough time to cause another's heart to pound in passion for you as often as you like.
And sadly, people are sometimes ripped from the fabric of our tapestries far too soon.... and we find there wasn't enough time spent with them before they were gone.
Do not save your time. Use it, all of it, wisely.
It comes in many forms;golds, jewels, commodities, silvers in the bank, luxuries in the armoire, diamondplate, exotic leathers, etcetera...
But there are less tangible things one can feel a sense of wealth in as well. Things such as family, friends, and those so fortunate, loves.
Since arriving in Arx, where I have been thrust into a highly populated world, so different from my solitude in the mountains, I have come to realize that the most prized thing any of us can possess....
...is time.
There never seems enough of it to tackle all the duties one might wish to complete in a day. There is never enough time to talk with all the people one might wish to talk to. There is never enough time to stop and simply be, all on your own. There is never enough time to embrace that which you most wish to embrace.
And all too often.... there is never enough time to see all your dreams turn to reality. Never enough time to inspire as many smiles as you hope to inspire. Never enough time to cause another's heart to pound in passion for you as often as you like.
And sadly, people are sometimes ripped from the fabric of our tapestries far too soon.... and we find there wasn't enough time spent with them before they were gone.
Do not save your time. Use it, all of it, wisely.
Written By Khanne
Feb. 19, 2017, 11:45 p.m.(12/15/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Darren
I am fairly certain the Highlord is allergic to me. Where is an apothecary when you need one?
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