Written By Samantha
Jan. 6, 2017, 12:33 a.m.(8/2/1005 AR)
I think I'm about to find out who my real friends are.
Written By Silas
Jan. 6, 2017, 12:16 a.m.(8/2/1005 AR)
Well, I'm Lord Commander of the Iron Guard now and my lifespan expectancy has dropped considerably due to the violent circumstances surrounding my appointment.
I will be sending a letter to mother asking for more cheesecake cookies.
I have work to do.
I will be sending a letter to mother asking for more cheesecake cookies.
I have work to do.
Written By Aislin
Jan. 6, 2017, 12:03 a.m.(8/2/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Dawn
I'm uncertain whether to be proud, or furious, or grieving, or betrayed. I think I'm all of them at once.
After giving me an order /forbidding/ me from volunteering for the Teind... to...
Dust and ash.
Half of me is tempted to just run after her. I don't have so many true friends that I'm willing to let one go. But instead, I'll respect her decision.
And I will make /everything/ else pay. If I have to march into the woods and begin slaying Bringers myself, before my forest home completely dies.
After giving me an order /forbidding/ me from volunteering for the Teind... to...
Dust and ash.
Half of me is tempted to just run after her. I don't have so many true friends that I'm willing to let one go. But instead, I'll respect her decision.
And I will make /everything/ else pay. If I have to march into the woods and begin slaying Bringers myself, before my forest home completely dies.
Written By Barric
Jan. 5, 2017, 11:48 p.m.(8/2/1005 AR)
My trust and loyalty were misplaced. I guess she was just a bastard after all.
Written By Ainsley
Jan. 5, 2017, 11:44 p.m.(8/2/1005 AR)
[In quick, messy script.]
Lord Commander Everard was a traitor. When I was asked to look for corruption with the Iron Guard, it would have been helpful if the directions had been a little less vague.
Doesn't matter now.
Sir Silas is Lord Commander now. Thank the gods.
Also, my childhood friend ... No, I'm still-
I have things to do.
Lord Commander Everard was a traitor. When I was asked to look for corruption with the Iron Guard, it would have been helpful if the directions had been a little less vague.
Doesn't matter now.
Sir Silas is Lord Commander now. Thank the gods.
Also, my childhood friend ... No, I'm still-
I have things to do.
Written By Rowan
Jan. 5, 2017, 10:18 p.m.(8/2/1005 AR)
I remember a night deep in the Greenwood, when a storm raged and I had to take shelter in a hollowed out great tree. It had been wounded by a lightning strike but struggled on. There were many things that had taken shelter in that tree - beetles and rodents, snakes and birds. That tree offered sanctuary from the storm. And then there was the badger that took a great, rancid shit at the opening of the hollow and waddled out, leaving the rest with the stink of it and having to track through the mess.
Perhaps it was prophetic. I hear the remainder of the Assembly went similarly.
Perhaps it was prophetic. I hear the remainder of the Assembly went similarly.
Written By Natalia
Jan. 5, 2017, 9:45 p.m.(8/2/1005 AR)
Do you see what happens when I find a moment of happiness in this world? The fates laugh and laugh and laugh, and then everything is empty again.
To feel so unwanted and unloved, what does beauty matter when it is a void that will never be filled?
There was a time when duels were fought over me, now.. now they would rather run off to die.
Die then, and so shall my soul. Who needs it anyway.
To feel so unwanted and unloved, what does beauty matter when it is a void that will never be filled?
There was a time when duels were fought over me, now.. now they would rather run off to die.
Die then, and so shall my soul. Who needs it anyway.
Written By Denica
Jan. 5, 2017, 6:36 p.m.(8/1/1005 AR)
This entry has a drawing accompanying it on the previous page, visible when spread flat. Black ink is drawn in an unbroken circular line, over and over, until the pit of it is solid pitch with no page to lend it light.
As a child I believed in the secret truths of fables. Even though they frightened me, I wanted to believe that there were monsters, such that there was something to blame for the occurance of evil. I wanted to believe it not the sole responsibility of man. That it wasn't something inherent within us.
Monsters. Sometimes I thought I could feel them I was drawing in nature, darkly slinking behind bushes. When I readied to snuff the light before bed. In the pitch darkness of my bed chamber, eyes wide open, feeling cold, stale breath upon me. I was told that the time of monsters was over, and eventually, I came to accept that. We, humankind, were the sole monsters left.
And still, we were capable of such beauty. How can something so evil be capable of perceiving beauty? Of creating it?
Through painting I came to comprehend Jayus' teachings so clearly; there is not just white or black, but a myriad of color. People are complicated, they take on the hues and shades of their experience, and it changes their expression. Life itself is holy light through colored glass, without it, we would be but bodies in darkness. Nothing is white or black, but shadow still exists where light does not.
If those with more settled minds than I can accept that monsters are real, what does that mean for me?
I say the words: "Eyes, mind and heart bring dreams; mine I consecrate to Jayus", but do I mean them, whole-heartedly?
I musn't be afraid.
Written By Bethany
Jan. 5, 2017, 5:42 p.m.(8/1/1005 AR)
[ From the polite propagandist desk of B. Mercier, Steward ]
How to Gain Allies and Hold Sway over Citizenry, Chapter One:
Criticize not, condemn, 'r complain. Individuals do not care admit fault. At which hour people are criticized 'r humiliated, those gents rarely react well an' shall oft turn defensive and resent their critic. To deal with people well, we wilt never criticize, condemn 'r protest because 'twill never result in th' comportment we desire.
Give honest an' true appreciation. Appreciation is one of the' most powerful tools in the world. People shall rarely work at their greatest potential under criticism, however honest appreciation endues out their most wondrous. Appreciation, though, is not simple flattery. One must offer true, meaningful an' earnest praise.
Arouse in a person an eager want. To receive what we want from another person, we will forget our own perspective an' commence to perceive all from th' eyes of others. At which hour we can combine our desires with their want, those individuals become eager to work with us an' we can mutually achieve our objectives.
How to Gain Allies and Hold Sway over Citizenry, Chapter One:
Criticize not, condemn, 'r complain. Individuals do not care admit fault. At which hour people are criticized 'r humiliated, those gents rarely react well an' shall oft turn defensive and resent their critic. To deal with people well, we wilt never criticize, condemn 'r protest because 'twill never result in th' comportment we desire.
Give honest an' true appreciation. Appreciation is one of the' most powerful tools in the world. People shall rarely work at their greatest potential under criticism, however honest appreciation endues out their most wondrous. Appreciation, though, is not simple flattery. One must offer true, meaningful an' earnest praise.
Arouse in a person an eager want. To receive what we want from another person, we will forget our own perspective an' commence to perceive all from th' eyes of others. At which hour we can combine our desires with their want, those individuals become eager to work with us an' we can mutually achieve our objectives.
Written By Serafine
Jan. 5, 2017, 4:03 p.m.(8/1/1005 AR)
"A bare shoulder peeks from a coverlet as white as snow. She is at rest, this beautiful bird, with her broad wings and long legs.
"She breathes and the landscape shifts. Rises, falls, more valleys and mountains created and destroyed in a fit of shifting movements.
"She smells of pine and clean sheets, sleep and warmth and the frantic passion of two people who delight in all the ways they fit together. There are bruises too, that paint the ache of power given and taken. Tangled hair, lips that twitch as she dreams of treasure and gold and campaigns won.
"There is a world beyond the doors and walls of this house, with fire and pain and betrayal, and here I am. Watching her, in this shelter created outside time, a reprisal in the moment before blood seeps in and we rise to meet it.
"And yet for now, I am here, and safe with her, and she with me, and I am in this moment, held to her chest, her hand in my hair, her breathing deep with solace and sleep."
"She breathes and the landscape shifts. Rises, falls, more valleys and mountains created and destroyed in a fit of shifting movements.
"She smells of pine and clean sheets, sleep and warmth and the frantic passion of two people who delight in all the ways they fit together. There are bruises too, that paint the ache of power given and taken. Tangled hair, lips that twitch as she dreams of treasure and gold and campaigns won.
"There is a world beyond the doors and walls of this house, with fire and pain and betrayal, and here I am. Watching her, in this shelter created outside time, a reprisal in the moment before blood seeps in and we rise to meet it.
"And yet for now, I am here, and safe with her, and she with me, and I am in this moment, held to her chest, her hand in my hair, her breathing deep with solace and sleep."
Written By Joscelin
Jan. 5, 2017, 3:55 p.m.(8/1/1005 AR)
I know this is ill timed but I ought to say it while I can, before something else explodes.
I have some of the most gifted clients in the Compact. As an artisan, it's necessary to pull inspiration from wherever we can find it and I am fortunate in that more often than not, my clients supply me with much while still trusting my Jayus-given gifts.
To be told what emotion they want to portray, what feeling, what symbols or images, and then left to my own devices is my preferred way to work. They've seen what I create, they trust my abilities, and when, after many hours of labor, I present our collaboration and it's met with awe, joy, tears, or even just stunned gratitude.
There's no more humbling an experience for me, and rare to find a joy with my work that's greater.
I accept as well that it is Jayus that guides my hands, blessed me with these eyes to see and these hands to use, whose function fails me not, and a heart that listens to the treasures buried in it that seek to come forth.
I hopt I make Him proud; I know not how to server Him better.
Joscelin K. Arterius
Servant of Jayus
I have some of the most gifted clients in the Compact. As an artisan, it's necessary to pull inspiration from wherever we can find it and I am fortunate in that more often than not, my clients supply me with much while still trusting my Jayus-given gifts.
To be told what emotion they want to portray, what feeling, what symbols or images, and then left to my own devices is my preferred way to work. They've seen what I create, they trust my abilities, and when, after many hours of labor, I present our collaboration and it's met with awe, joy, tears, or even just stunned gratitude.
There's no more humbling an experience for me, and rare to find a joy with my work that's greater.
I accept as well that it is Jayus that guides my hands, blessed me with these eyes to see and these hands to use, whose function fails me not, and a heart that listens to the treasures buried in it that seek to come forth.
I hopt I make Him proud; I know not how to server Him better.
Joscelin K. Arterius
Servant of Jayus
Written By Eirene
Jan. 5, 2017, 12:42 p.m.(8/1/1005 AR)
I leave the city for half a damned day and come back to insanity.
At least it wasn't a wasted trip. Good hard facts are valuable in this fucked up war we're in.
I don't want to burn all my clothes, though... Maybe I should. I don't know. I rather like my doublet...
At least it wasn't a wasted trip. Good hard facts are valuable in this fucked up war we're in.
I don't want to burn all my clothes, though... Maybe I should. I don't know. I rather like my doublet...
Written By Serafine
Jan. 5, 2017, 5:54 a.m.(7/28/1005 AR)
When does it stop -hurting-?
Written By Branan
Jan. 5, 2017, 3:13 a.m.(7/28/1005 AR)
Oh, Wax can melt,
Paper can burn,
Ignore whats felt,
and to work you turn.
Paper can burn,
Ignore whats felt,
and to work you turn.
Written By Silas
Jan. 5, 2017, 2:13 a.m.(7/27/1005 AR)
I'm fine, to those concerned, if I haven't informed you already.
To those I have informed, forgive me for my initial reaction. It was just that: a reaction.
Now it is time to clean up this mess.
To those I have informed, forgive me for my initial reaction. It was just that: a reaction.
Now it is time to clean up this mess.
Written By Eirene
Jan. 5, 2017, 2:11 a.m.(7/27/1005 AR)
And it exploded...
Written By Valencia
Jan. 5, 2017, 1:23 a.m.(7/27/1005 AR)
I have found that I have a true friend where I hoped I might find one.
I try not to take things for granted like that. Especially when they are so very interesting to me.
I am elated and so grateful. A girl can always use more lovely friends.
~~~<~<@
I try not to take things for granted like that. Especially when they are so very interesting to me.
I am elated and so grateful. A girl can always use more lovely friends.
~~~<~<@
Written By Drea
Jan. 5, 2017, 12:44 a.m.(7/27/1005 AR)
I should have trusted my instincts, I should have known. I have to do better, I have to BE better. I have to meditate on what to do next, I know there are answers all around. Just a little clarity.
Written By Lianne
Jan. 5, 2017, 12:29 a.m.(7/27/1005 AR)
Touch. You learn nothing by playing it safe.
Written By Nadia
Jan. 4, 2017, 11:48 p.m.(7/27/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Brogan
Say what you will about my uncle, but I say he is a fine man and that is all that matters to me. Loud and boisterous, and a literal party animal he may be, I firmly believe there is no one else in this city with as great of a heart and loyalty as he. Now, if we can just get him to get rid of that damned ratty bearhide cloak he drug in from the fields or wherever he said he found it, I'd gladly have him a new outfit commissioned.
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