Written By Tristan
Feb. 19, 2017, 11:02 p.m.(12/15/1005 AR)
There are days when I want to go live in the woods, a million miles from anyone, with some horses, dogs, and cats, safely away from all manner of human idiocy.
That said, some bizarre quirk of my character keeps me here, being responsible and doing what I can to serve while Alaric sleeps.
Besides, it's a very bad time for living in the woods. There be Bringers.
That said, some bizarre quirk of my character keeps me here, being responsible and doing what I can to serve while Alaric sleeps.
Besides, it's a very bad time for living in the woods. There be Bringers.
Written By Signe
Feb. 19, 2017, 11 p.m.(12/15/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Freja
Once again, I find solace between the trees and moonlight. Nadia shall never be forgotten. I swear it.
I also hope that nothing comes out of the forest to drag me into the abyss. If Freja would come here to sing for me, that would be very much appreciated, but I don't think anyone else leaves the city after dark. At least, no one enters the forest. They mostly go to the beaches.
After all this, I blame Freja for having a heavenly voice and dedicating her song to my beloved cousin. Otherwise, I'd probably have stayed longer to watch the folks wrestle themselves into the mud. Either that, or I'd have had more whiskey.
I should have stolen a bottle of whiskey away. Could use one right now.
I also hope that nothing comes out of the forest to drag me into the abyss. If Freja would come here to sing for me, that would be very much appreciated, but I don't think anyone else leaves the city after dark. At least, no one enters the forest. They mostly go to the beaches.
After all this, I blame Freja for having a heavenly voice and dedicating her song to my beloved cousin. Otherwise, I'd probably have stayed longer to watch the folks wrestle themselves into the mud. Either that, or I'd have had more whiskey.
I should have stolen a bottle of whiskey away. Could use one right now.
Written By Joscelin
Feb. 19, 2017, 10:52 p.m.(12/15/1005 AR)
Who needs children when you have weird family?
I'm serious. I have my self-adopted family and we had dinner tonight. It was wonderful, and entertaining, and sobering.
Who needs children when you have weird family?
I'm serious. I have my self-adopted family and we had dinner tonight. It was wonderful, and entertaining, and sobering.
I miss Felix.
I miss Ianthe. I miss Myrinda.
Sometimes I even miss Keno.
I'm serious. I have my self-adopted family and we had dinner tonight. It was wonderful, and entertaining, and sobering.
Who needs children when you have weird family?
I'm serious. I have my self-adopted family and we had dinner tonight. It was wonderful, and entertaining, and sobering.
I miss Felix.
I miss Ianthe. I miss Myrinda.
Sometimes I even miss Keno.
Written By Costas
Feb. 19, 2017, 10:49 p.m.(12/15/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Caelis
A fine companion to sail with and poised enough to handle herself on a ship with a crew like mine. I certainly appreciated her game wit as a counterpoint to the grim, frowning Thraxans we fleeted with.
Written By Costas
Feb. 19, 2017, 10:46 p.m.(12/15/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Abbas
I thought I saw this man sail his ship off of the top of a wave and crush another beneath the plummeting hull.
I should probably stop drinking when I'm out on a mission.
I should probably stop drinking when I'm out on a mission.
Written By Audric
Feb. 19, 2017, 10:23 p.m.(12/15/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Julea
There aren't many people who come to me looking as lost as she did who wind up being as solid an ally as she's become. Oh, sure, for a while it was kind of annoying to have to explain every little detail, but that time's long past. Now she's a valuable ally, even if she does have a tendency to make really, really bad puns. Still haven't entirely forgiven that whole sellsword thing, Jules. I'll get you for that eventually.
Written By Barric
Feb. 19, 2017, 10:15 p.m.(12/15/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Michael
Michael Bisland is one of my oldest friends. He's a good man. We grew up together spending a lot of time with all of the children his parents would have gathered around them at any time. I think he thinks he needs to fill his father's shoes but I don't believe that's a healthy way to go through life. He can be his own man and be successful.
Written By Deva
Feb. 19, 2017, 10:06 p.m.(12/15/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Sigurd
I have begun to know Sigurd better through his position as liaison between the Ministry of Defense and Redrain. In our talks, I have found him to be a reliable man with the best interests of the north and compact at heart. It's nice to be able to work through such serious topics with someone who can laugh at the absurdity of the world, too.
Written By Sigurd
Feb. 19, 2017, 9:57 p.m.(12/15/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Cirroch
I still say that there was no way we could have known that copper mine was almost exhausted, and I'm sticking to that.
What the future might have been, had you married into the family back then. But I am eager to make the man's acquaintance now, and glad to see the North turning out another man of quality. We need such men now, more than ever.
What the future might have been, had you married into the family back then. But I am eager to make the man's acquaintance now, and glad to see the North turning out another man of quality. We need such men now, more than ever.
Written By Sigurd
Feb. 19, 2017, 9:55 p.m.(12/15/1005 AR)
Attended the Memorial for some time for my Duchess Nadia.
So many spoke of her in glowing terms, but that is not how I remember her. Not as a Duchess. Not as a warrior or a general or a leader.
I only remember the little girl with rosegold curls, a stubborn scowl on her face as she got up after being tossed by that horse /again/, cussing her heart out and storming up to the beast, as if to cow it with her stare.
I remember that same girl, hefting a sword almost as long as she was, insisting she was big enough to use it, despite her father and mine's assertions she could wait. She never liked waiting.
I grew up with Nadia. I was almost a brother to her, rather than a cousin. I watched her grow, because I grew with her. I watched her inherit her Duchy with almost no training, and do her best to do well by it. Whatever else she was, she had a good soul, and I will never forget that.
I'm sorry, Nadia. I would have been there, had I known. That will haunt me forever.
But the memory of your fierceness, your love, and your wonderful smile and forever optimism...That will stay in me forever as well.
Goodbye.
So many spoke of her in glowing terms, but that is not how I remember her. Not as a Duchess. Not as a warrior or a general or a leader.
I only remember the little girl with rosegold curls, a stubborn scowl on her face as she got up after being tossed by that horse /again/, cussing her heart out and storming up to the beast, as if to cow it with her stare.
I remember that same girl, hefting a sword almost as long as she was, insisting she was big enough to use it, despite her father and mine's assertions she could wait. She never liked waiting.
I grew up with Nadia. I was almost a brother to her, rather than a cousin. I watched her grow, because I grew with her. I watched her inherit her Duchy with almost no training, and do her best to do well by it. Whatever else she was, she had a good soul, and I will never forget that.
I'm sorry, Nadia. I would have been there, had I known. That will haunt me forever.
But the memory of your fierceness, your love, and your wonderful smile and forever optimism...That will stay in me forever as well.
Goodbye.
Written By Samantha
Feb. 19, 2017, 9:53 p.m.(12/15/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Edain
I cannot say I have ever really had an opportunity to speak to Prince Edain in anything other than polite passing and when addressed in Assembly. I knew what all others know, that he is a devout man, a compassionate man, a man who has recently suffered great loss, and is dedicated to serving his people.
But having the fortune of spending some time with him just a few days ago, I am not surprised to find that we are like-minded in many opinions and that he is highly enjoyable to talk to. Sincerity and empathy have power that so few people understand. We've been corresponding about my gradually growing menagerie, which for the most part presently consists of birds. Sir Roland's mate had hatched some owlets, and he gifted me with a little beauty I have named Coquette.
But having the fortune of spending some time with him just a few days ago, I am not surprised to find that we are like-minded in many opinions and that he is highly enjoyable to talk to. Sincerity and empathy have power that so few people understand. We've been corresponding about my gradually growing menagerie, which for the most part presently consists of birds. Sir Roland's mate had hatched some owlets, and he gifted me with a little beauty I have named Coquette.
Written By Samantha
Feb. 19, 2017, 9:43 p.m.(12/14/1005 AR)
The Harvest Festival seemed to go quite well, so I suppose it's vain to wish that there had been more people. I had truly hoped more would be interested in a slice of Crownlands culture, but there will be other events in the future, and it would be a far cry not to call this one a success.
There were many faces that I hadn't seen in some time, as well as a few new ones. But I must admit, the highlight of the evening for me was RIDING A BEAR. I RODE A BEAR. It seems like a once in a lifetime experience and I will remember it until the day I do.
As a sidenote: Sir Rymarr Lyonesse eats pie in a manner that borders on the pornographic. In case anyone wished to know.
There were many faces that I hadn't seen in some time, as well as a few new ones. But I must admit, the highlight of the evening for me was RIDING A BEAR. I RODE A BEAR. It seems like a once in a lifetime experience and I will remember it until the day I do.
As a sidenote: Sir Rymarr Lyonesse eats pie in a manner that borders on the pornographic. In case anyone wished to know.
Written By Anabelle
Feb. 19, 2017, 9:36 p.m.(12/14/1005 AR)
A very interesting conversation today with an Inquisitor in the Cathedral. Wouldn't it be funny if the mural was to scale? Not scale in relation to the world it depicts, but in relation to the world? Oh no! The 1-foot tall houses are burning, the 2-foot fall figures are at the door step. Oh Gods noooooo! The reckoning! It's a whole 2 feet tall! Watch your ankles and shins!
Written By Acacia
Feb. 19, 2017, 9:34 p.m.(12/14/1005 AR)
When rare opportunities arise, one would be amiss not to take them. It's very easy to get caught up in the concepts of pride and wariness and instead miss what might lay before you instead.
The future oft seems darker, bloodier, and more unknown as the days continue. But there's still a light there that becomes all the more noticeable in contrast.
In other news:
Ice cream is delicious.
Sauces are perhaps underrated.
And should I ever own more than two spoons, I might consider getting them weighted for throwing.
The future oft seems darker, bloodier, and more unknown as the days continue. But there's still a light there that becomes all the more noticeable in contrast.
In other news:
Ice cream is delicious.
Sauces are perhaps underrated.
And should I ever own more than two spoons, I might consider getting them weighted for throwing.
Written By Acacia
Feb. 19, 2017, 9:31 p.m.(12/14/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Talen
There's certain things I might've missed about Talen. Certain things I didn't.
But throughout the time I've known him, I've never once thought that he wasn't good at that which he does.
Like it or not, I've learned a lot from him over the year. Not necessarily things I'll copy, but certain things of note that would make me poorer off should I ever forget them.
Those fucking gauntlets, though.
But throughout the time I've known him, I've never once thought that he wasn't good at that which he does.
Like it or not, I've learned a lot from him over the year. Not necessarily things I'll copy, but certain things of note that would make me poorer off should I ever forget them.
Those fucking gauntlets, though.
Written By Anze
Feb. 19, 2017, 9:28 p.m.(12/14/1005 AR)
Can you believe it? A whole damn reindeer in Arx? Spirits I didn't think I could be so lucky, that's a rare thing to get so far south and a whole one at that? Carried the whole thing back to the Malvici estates by myself. Reminded me of that time I brought Calypso that buck in fact. What better way to win over your future house than with a gift of a northern delicacy I figured? Brought it to the kitchen myself in fact, dropped it right on the table and started gutting it right then and there, I was just so damn excited.
Of course, the servants were much less excited. I don't see what the big deal is, its just some blood and guts. So what that they normally do this outside? How was I supposed to know. I don't own the place, I just moved in for spirits sake. Then the screaming and the yelling and I swear someone threw a pan at me. I guess I should plan my presents more carefully.
Really wish I would have had a shirt on though. Apparently bloody forearms are offputting to people.
Of course, the servants were much less excited. I don't see what the big deal is, its just some blood and guts. So what that they normally do this outside? How was I supposed to know. I don't own the place, I just moved in for spirits sake. Then the screaming and the yelling and I swear someone threw a pan at me. I guess I should plan my presents more carefully.
Really wish I would have had a shirt on though. Apparently bloody forearms are offputting to people.
Written By Isolde
Feb. 19, 2017, 9:21 p.m.(12/14/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Caelis
Lady Caelis Malvici, fine woman, fine sailor, fine conversationalist. I dare say I shall keep her for my very own. Perhaps I should have left that in the Black. Oops.
Written By Victus
Feb. 19, 2017, 9:11 p.m.(12/14/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Donella
Donella is competent, smart, witty and capable of facing her fears with stoic determination. Courage, priest, is not the absence of fear. Only fools never fear and never doubt. Courage is moving forward even when your blood is turning to ice and your stomach is a stone, and every instinct screams at you that you should run away and cower, that you should give up. It is too dangerous! It is too difficult!
Bah.
Where was I? Ah. Donella. I admire my kinswoman. I respect her. And I made her a promise, once, one I plan to keep.
Bah.
Where was I? Ah. Donella. I admire my kinswoman. I respect her. And I made her a promise, once, one I plan to keep.
Written By Mae
Feb. 19, 2017, 9:09 p.m.(12/14/1005 AR)
The worst kind of games are the ones where no one explains the rules, and then when you ask if you're winning, they all snicker. Still, I am confident that I was winning, and will continue to win!
Written By Fortunato
Feb. 19, 2017, 8:47 p.m.(12/14/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Vincere
A brief portrait in frustrated lines. Vincere is seated, his eyes bright and incisive, his smile all cool curiosity. There is a book in his lap, open. The pages have gone dark.
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