Dec. 18, 2016, 10:45 p.m.(6/4/1005 AR)
It is always the same path as the last time. The sounds in the background haunt me but nothing more frightening than what is waiting for me.
At one time the fear I felt was debilitating. I was but a shrinking violet and that fear strangled the words from my lips. The price I paid was high but a lesson learned; Never fear such things, do not shrink and fade away.
There is steel under this skin.
Dec. 18, 2016, 10:34 p.m.(6/4/1005 AR)
What is a mirrorborn? Maybe something to look into. Just add it to the list of terribly dangerous monsters out there set upon destroying the Compact most likely. I don't think enough people see that dark times are coming. That we stand on the edge. To one side, the end of all that has been accomplished since the Reckoning. On the other, a new golden age unseen since the days of Alarice the Great. I have hope that we will see it through and rise above but few think that there's even much of a problem.
Dec. 18, 2016, 10:29 p.m.(6/4/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on
Vincere
Sketch. An open book on a desk, but the pages are obscured. Mostly. A careful look reveals discernable letters in the dark, but nothing that quite translates into words. Desk and book are surrounded by a loosely sketched wind. The corners of the pages lift.
Dec. 18, 2016, 10:29 p.m.(6/4/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on
Rook
I am grateful to the Minister of Coin for the generous bestowal of his company upon request. It is pleasant to sit and talk with someone who wants nothing that I have to give, and who may be depended on. He is charming.
Dec. 18, 2016, 10:13 p.m.(6/4/1005 AR)
When I close my eyes at night I can remember the sound so vividly. The crash of wave after wave of powerful salt water lapping against the rocks and sand. The loud rumbling of the powerful sea at night. The occasional stray wave hitting out of sync with the others, curling across the loose sand and making a new rhythm to the sound. It is calming more than any other sound I can recall. Both powerful and ever changing. The sounds of the ocean remind me that you can't plan for everything. You can't predict what will come next, who will come in to your life, who will leave it suddenly. The only constant is change itself.
I'm not good at poetry. I am however very grateful for the strong people who come in and out of the tides of my life.
Written By
Garza
Dec. 18, 2016, 10:06 p.m.(6/4/1005 AR)
Kisses on the cheek are nice.
Kisses on the mouth are better.
Just sayin'.
Written By
Garza
Dec. 18, 2016, 10:03 p.m.(6/4/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on
Serafine
So she ain't a princess. I mean, she is. But she ain't looking like one, not like that Redrain one that's for certain. So Valencia she ain't, and that seems to suit her fine.
She looks dangerous, which is hot, capable which is good. I might let her beat me up some, just to see how hard she hits.
Dec. 18, 2016, 9:59 p.m.(6/4/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on
Garza
All angles and smoke. What you see is what you get, but that doesn't mean he isn't hiding more. He looks like he might even have some edges under those sleeves.
Long edges. The kind that pierce the retinas and straight to the gray matter underneath.
I like him. Jerk.
Dec. 18, 2016, 9:58 p.m.(6/4/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on
Julea
Garza called her 'tough and cute'.
He ain't wrong.
Dec. 18, 2016, 9:48 p.m.(6/4/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on
Juliet
Sketch. A mirror hung in the high branches of a tree, and it's an especially branchy tree. Variety of branches, knotty, loose, brittle, stretched. In the main, the shape is graceful, but the sheer complexity and conflict of the branches is eyecatching in a way not altogether comfortable. The dense root system mirrors the branches. Despite the oddness of the sketch, it's lit comfortably, warmly.
Dec. 18, 2016, 9:47 p.m.(6/4/1005 AR)
No one told me to go out and make friends, establish connections and all sorts of things you expect a prince to be able to do. I figured that if I make myself useful I will be giving more responsibilities or maybe I make my own responsibilities. Whatever the case I have made myself more approachable for the sake of family matters. I'm still not wasting my time with dumb shit.
Written By
Mason
Dec. 18, 2016, 9:45 p.m.(6/4/1005 AR)
I feel like I'm going mad. The more I think upon, the more I ruminate on it and the more I hear, the more frustrated I become.
Who are you. Why did you do what you did? What made me exempt? Why did I live and the others die?
What makes me so damn worth it? What did I do? Why I do live and countless others lie dead?
Answer me, damnit. I deserve an answer. For everything. Just tell me, answer one blasted question.
Why.
Written By
Garza
Dec. 18, 2016, 9:44 p.m.(6/4/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on
Anze
Redrain ain't one for titles. And that's quite alright with me. I mean, it ain't like I call them Silks anything but m'lord and m'lady anyway. Seems to me, those two words capture whatever their titles might be just fine.
That greatsword he carries is impressive. He's wanting to spar, and I'm wanting to oblige, but I ain't in top shape. Gotta do some training. Maybe I'll spar him anyway, and hope I don't get cleaved in two in the process.
Dec. 18, 2016, 9:44 p.m.(6/4/1005 AR)
The mill sent me the dog I asked for. Good stock; very brave but unpredictable. I got to train that out of it. We have been going through basic commands and trust test. I named the dog Mars after a story I read. I am very content with the beasts but one is not enough if I plan to help the family. They have been very patient with me but that only takes you so far and I need to start showing results.
Dec. 18, 2016, 9:28 p.m.(6/4/1005 AR)
If I hear another poet pouring sonnets and shite at me or within earshot, I might take up throwing daggers just to stab one in the bloody ey-
Dec. 18, 2016, 9:21 p.m.(6/4/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on
Fortunato
While we met by chance in the Archives, I've seen enough evidence of his skill to be grateful for that. He's a talented artist, and I look forward to seeing what he does with pen and brush.
Written By
Ansel
Dec. 18, 2016, 9:12 p.m.(6/4/1005 AR)
Visited the Malvici's new Training Center on Lady Calypso's invitation along with Princess Alis and Princess Sophie. Proceeded to get knocked to the ground by the Lady General, and right after Princess Sophie gave me a favor.
At least the medics seemed to know what they were doing. I'll be bringing my armor next time.
Written By
Freja
Dec. 18, 2016, 9:10 p.m.(6/4/1005 AR)
I saw them again. Same result, same reception from those around me.
The Spirits continue to test me and father's words still ring true in my ears as the cacophony of voices continue to clamor around - What is hidden in snow is revealed at thaw.
Dec. 18, 2016, 9:07 p.m.(6/4/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on
Killian
Huntress? HA! It was a -fluke-, I'm never that lucky!
Dec. 18, 2016, 9 p.m.(6/4/1005 AR)
I have been lay low for such a long time. I caught some sort of lingering cold from the past winter. Staying to my quarters and reading is not suiting me. I wish to feel the grass between my naked toes again.
Then again I doubt anyone noticed my absence.