Written By Titus
Sept. 28, 2021, 6:49 p.m.(4/15/1016 AR)
There's a very good piece of wisdom that would have found it's way across all domains and continents. Knowledge can be a dangerous thing when you know enough of a subject to think you're right, but not enough to know you're wrong.
Which is why having a mentor from your overlord's or highlord's house is crucial for houses that have newly joined the Compact.
There's no weakness in seeking knowledge or identifying that you don't know what you don't know.
I'm thankful that I have mentors ready and available.
Which is why having a mentor from your overlord's or highlord's house is crucial for houses that have newly joined the Compact.
There's no weakness in seeking knowledge or identifying that you don't know what you don't know.
I'm thankful that I have mentors ready and available.
Written By Savio
Sept. 28, 2021, 6:07 p.m.(4/15/1016 AR)
Branches bare begin anew, with bright green leaves unfurled
A secret ache, a pristine start, delirious new world
But within every birth is scribed a silent, withered end
And every lively warmth is to a fatal frost condemned
When all of life boasts hopefulness on brightly painted wings
What a sweet and fleeting artifice, the promises of spring.
A secret ache, a pristine start, delirious new world
But within every birth is scribed a silent, withered end
And every lively warmth is to a fatal frost condemned
When all of life boasts hopefulness on brightly painted wings
What a sweet and fleeting artifice, the promises of spring.
Written By Rosalind
Sept. 28, 2021, 5:18 p.m.(4/15/1016 AR)
I forgot how itchy the healing process is! The fact they're insect bites has nothing to do with it, I swear!
Written By Temira
Sept. 28, 2021, 4:06 p.m.(4/15/1016 AR)
Relationship Note on Medeia
Having returned home, she was warm and friendly. I had only encountered her a few times before so it was very nice. She is completely loyal to our family and to have someone like that, I must say I am quite impressed my near brother managed to marry someone like her. Eswynds may seem brutish to other, but we do have quite good taste. Haakon choosing her is proof of that.
Written By Temira
Sept. 28, 2021, 3:51 p.m.(4/15/1016 AR)
Relationship Note on Medeia
She is a kind woman who is loyal to my family, especially that stick in the mud near brother of mine
Written By Gianna
Sept. 28, 2021, 3:06 p.m.(4/15/1016 AR)
I've paid a visit to the Artshall District to check in on the new chapter of the Bard's College being built there. The foundation is there, strong and sturdy, and the acoustics will be amazing if all goes according to plan. It's significantly smaller than the College in Arx. Sometimes we still clear out older rooms in that building, discovering new things. Dusty things. A lot of sneezing is involved.
I think I'll see about Fortunato painting more nightingales in the new chapter, as he did at the Conservatory in the Whisper Palace. I think it was Fortunato. I'll have to consult my notes.
I think I'll see about Fortunato painting more nightingales in the new chapter, as he did at the Conservatory in the Whisper Palace. I think it was Fortunato. I'll have to consult my notes.
Written By Viviana
Sept. 28, 2021, 10:32 a.m.(4/14/1016 AR)
I never saw myself as being the beau idéal of a storybook knight. But. If I knew to be aware of a proper champion's welcome back -- I would have sought out to be a squire years ago.
Good gods.
Good gods.
Written By Piccola
Sept. 27, 2021, 8:38 p.m.(4/13/1016 AR)
Even if they will fall and wither away, I still enjoy sitting in the shadows of leaves.
The winter has given way to spring. It did not leave without taking something. This is the way of winter; it is not unexpected. But that does not make the pierce any less painful. War has prepared me for pain, but not of this kind.
I remember when I thought I had no family. I lived away from Iriscal, wherever business would have me. And then, one day, I returned and was given a home once more. I justifiably feared that it would be taken away again, as it once had.
I did not foresee how it would be taken a second time from me.
The winter has given way to spring. It did not leave without taking something. This is the way of winter; it is not unexpected. But that does not make the pierce any less painful. War has prepared me for pain, but not of this kind.
I remember when I thought I had no family. I lived away from Iriscal, wherever business would have me. And then, one day, I returned and was given a home once more. I justifiably feared that it would be taken away again, as it once had.
I did not foresee how it would be taken a second time from me.
Written By Breccan
Sept. 27, 2021, 7:27 p.m.(4/13/1016 AR)
The spring weather is here and I can't be any happier. Spring is the sign of new life and rebirth. As always, I find myself busy in the garden, yanking weeds, planting flowers and keeping our bees happy.
Days like this I miss my brother as well. I miss working alongside him, even in competition.
Days like this I miss my brother as well. I miss working alongside him, even in competition.
Written By Medeia
Sept. 27, 2021, 5:10 p.m.(4/13/1016 AR)
Relationship Note on Jaenelle
It is always a joy to have a wine bottled for a special occasion, but there is something truly magnificent about creating a wine for a special occasion. Archduchess Jaenelle has been the best to work with on such a project! And I cannot understate how much honor and pride I felt having the vintners of Saikland recognized at such a prestigious event. The fortified wine is as bold as she - and her new husband - is, layering the distinct characteristics of a single grape varietal into a deceptively strong yet velvety smooth drink. The aim was to create a wine that would not only be worthy of the couple and their celebration, but a wine that would evoke the spirit of them and their union.
I think we accomplished that. And though duty kept me from attending the event myself, it was a pleasure to see the intention to celebrate the second anniversary with it. Archduchess, I tucked a few bottles aside, just in case. Should you find yourself without a bottle come that day? Send word and one will be sent to you.
I think we accomplished that. And though duty kept me from attending the event myself, it was a pleasure to see the intention to celebrate the second anniversary with it. Archduchess, I tucked a few bottles aside, just in case. Should you find yourself without a bottle come that day? Send word and one will be sent to you.
Written By Caprice
Sept. 27, 2021, 10:46 a.m.(4/12/1016 AR)
Whiskey is still my favorite drink, but I have a new love for a good cup of coffee - particularly when it is paired with a short stack of beautifully-written whites to read. I may be just a little in love with today's poets, many whom I have not met. Yet.
Written By Ida
Sept. 27, 2021, 6:50 a.m.(4/12/1016 AR)
Relationship Note on Jaenelle
It was a great honor to be asked to design a dagger for the wedding reception, and I am grateful still to have been trusted with the work.
Written By Temira
Sept. 27, 2021, 6:08 a.m.(4/12/1016 AR)
I also have taken a liking to someone, but I wont purse anytime soon. The time is not right, but I believe someday it will be. That brings a smile to my face and in the back of my heart I look forward to when I shall boldly proclaim my feelings, and I see them returned. But until that day so far away. I am more than content to just be good company
Written By Temira
Sept. 27, 2021, 6:04 a.m.(4/12/1016 AR)
I am so proud to have witnessed the Ritual my near-brother was in. He tasked me with a song, and I think I lived up to his expectations. Which is always something that makes me happy.
Written By Edris
Sept. 27, 2021, 1:19 a.m.(4/11/1016 AR)
A season passes, winter to spring. As much as I hold an affection for the softness of snow and the glittering of ice, I am never sad to see winter's bite retreat into the whispered promise of new growth underfoot that seems to coil onward and upward almost before the eye. Sleepy blossoms awake and turn their faces towards the sun, their softer colors but the beginnings of the ripe lushness of summer and then into fall. The calls of more birds and things woken from their deep slumber add their notes to the songs of the woods and gardens, even in and surrounding the city.
But spring is no gentle season, though we romanticize it as such. Much of that new life will die before it reaches the sun, to return to the soil and nourish the older and established. Young hatchlings will ensure that is they and not the others in the nest that will receive what they need to grow strong--or become food for other youngsters as their parents nourish them before they can hunt for themselves. It is not just a time for lambs and chicks, foals and fawns--but cubs and yearlings emerging from their first winter sleep as well. Butterflies will wake and capture smiles, but the caterpillars to follow might mean that a child goes a little hungrier this fall or winter.
The most complicated of songs often have woven in them a fullness of being.
It is difficult to set aside even for a few moments the heaviness of what we prepare for now that the deep snows have receded; even with allies it is formidable to think through all of what must be done. But today I made sure that our Lady Heir and her mother had fresh sprigs of hyacinths to greet them at the breakfast table, and their smiles eased some of that, for a time.
But spring is no gentle season, though we romanticize it as such. Much of that new life will die before it reaches the sun, to return to the soil and nourish the older and established. Young hatchlings will ensure that is they and not the others in the nest that will receive what they need to grow strong--or become food for other youngsters as their parents nourish them before they can hunt for themselves. It is not just a time for lambs and chicks, foals and fawns--but cubs and yearlings emerging from their first winter sleep as well. Butterflies will wake and capture smiles, but the caterpillars to follow might mean that a child goes a little hungrier this fall or winter.
The most complicated of songs often have woven in them a fullness of being.
It is difficult to set aside even for a few moments the heaviness of what we prepare for now that the deep snows have receded; even with allies it is formidable to think through all of what must be done. But today I made sure that our Lady Heir and her mother had fresh sprigs of hyacinths to greet them at the breakfast table, and their smiles eased some of that, for a time.
Written By Jasher
Sept. 27, 2021, 12:32 a.m.(4/11/1016 AR)
I have been hunting pirates for as long as I can remember. My crew and I have tracked them down and cleared their hideouts, ports and isles and amassed such a collection of flags as to fill a chest within my cabin. And yet for all our efforts, I fear our waters remain as dangerous as in those early days, if not more so. Port Defiance has not been idle; more and more answer the call to join the Free Seas.
My recent return to Arx was predicated on a desire to reinvest in the affairs of my family, our vassals and a handful of close friends I've managed to maintain over the years. I believe that I have made some progress toward that end, though it has meant making a sacrifice of the time I'd have spent protecting trade routes and settlements from barbarous murderers and thieves. Breaking myself of routines and habits has never been painless, but this singular duty has always been the most difficult to surrender. So much so that I have never truly succeeded in doing so.
It is for that reason that when my cousin, Romulius, approached me about the prospect of becoming a sworn knight of the Order of East Light, I did not decline. The Order has allowed me to strike a welcome balance between my seaborne duties and what matters I wish to attend ashore. When I formally take my oaths, they will be a reinforcement of that responsibility I've readily shouldered in defense of Arvum's seas against danger in whatever form it takes, this time with a host of honorable knights in stride possessing a zeal for justice equal to my own. And we will bring the dawn.
My recent return to Arx was predicated on a desire to reinvest in the affairs of my family, our vassals and a handful of close friends I've managed to maintain over the years. I believe that I have made some progress toward that end, though it has meant making a sacrifice of the time I'd have spent protecting trade routes and settlements from barbarous murderers and thieves. Breaking myself of routines and habits has never been painless, but this singular duty has always been the most difficult to surrender. So much so that I have never truly succeeded in doing so.
It is for that reason that when my cousin, Romulius, approached me about the prospect of becoming a sworn knight of the Order of East Light, I did not decline. The Order has allowed me to strike a welcome balance between my seaborne duties and what matters I wish to attend ashore. When I formally take my oaths, they will be a reinforcement of that responsibility I've readily shouldered in defense of Arvum's seas against danger in whatever form it takes, this time with a host of honorable knights in stride possessing a zeal for justice equal to my own. And we will bring the dawn.
Written By Lucrezia
Sept. 26, 2021, 9:53 p.m.(4/11/1016 AR)
Questing after a promised treasure feels so much more heroic than just finding treasure. I like the feel of it.
Written By Babette
Sept. 26, 2021, 9:37 p.m.(4/11/1016 AR)
It's good to be back in the city! I've missed everyone so I can't wait to see everyone again. Especially Varan and Jerrica.
Written By Reese
Sept. 26, 2021, 9:32 p.m.(4/11/1016 AR)
I am very thankful to Lord Gawain who helped to shield me from further injury. I might not be here to right this letter if he didn't do such. Thank you, Lord Gawain for helping us all make it through.
Also I no longer like pink flowers......
Also I no longer like pink flowers......
Written By Cassiopeia
Sept. 26, 2021, 8:56 p.m.(4/11/1016 AR)
It's spring. The winter has thawed and I can walk barefoot through the grass again. I made a promise that I would make it through the bitter cold, so that come spring, I might find a proper steed and ride again. I spent many an evening, eyes squinting in the candle light after reading too much, thinking about that summer, where I rode wild horses down a perfectly pale sandy beach. I miss the wind in my hair. I look forward to these coming days. Though there may be challenge and difficult times, there is so much to be grateful for.
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