Written By Garza
Dec. 17, 2016, 11:30 a.m.(5/28/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Nadia
Now this one ain't a princess, but apparently likes going around saving princesses from seedy drinking places. Which is fine, because I wasn't getting paid crap for keeping that princess safe.
She came in, took her princess with her, and left. Easy on the eyes, but , what is with Silks just dropping into the Murder these days?
She came in, took her princess with her, and left. Easy on the eyes, but , what is with Silks just dropping into the Murder these days?
Written By Garza
Dec. 17, 2016, 11:27 a.m.(5/28/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Valencia
Fearless or crazy, I ain't sure which one is it yet. 'Highness walks into the Murder of Crows, like it's the Silks drinking hole. You could seen everyone's eyes just lighting up.
She ain't wearing that much too, which well, didn't help. So there I was, being a great hero, the kind that would make the Captain General proud if I was paid for, that is, and dragged her to a table to save her from the mugging that was certainly incoming.
Gods, these Silks. She was fine looking, but, these Silks. Anyway, her friend goes and shows up and takes her away, after that spitfire blacksmith gave her a piece of her mind.
Oh Arx, how I missed you.
She ain't wearing that much too, which well, didn't help. So there I was, being a great hero, the kind that would make the Captain General proud if I was paid for, that is, and dragged her to a table to save her from the mugging that was certainly incoming.
Gods, these Silks. She was fine looking, but, these Silks. Anyway, her friend goes and shows up and takes her away, after that spitfire blacksmith gave her a piece of her mind.
Oh Arx, how I missed you.
Written By Valencia
Dec. 17, 2016, 8:25 a.m.(5/27/1005 AR)
Praying calmer seas or at least safe harbour. What started out as a lovely day with fine wine and good company had turned into a rather awful mess. Though I will gladly admit there were a few silver stars in an otherwise gloomy sky. I am grateful to those few lights. My ship would be lost without them. Though still at this rate all may be lost in this storm.
By the thirteen, what for the love of all is wrong with me?
Shall try again tomorrow.
~~~<~<@
By the thirteen, what for the love of all is wrong with me?
Shall try again tomorrow.
~~~<~<@
Written By Agnarr
Dec. 17, 2016, 5:15 a.m.(5/27/1005 AR)
I do not think tongues actually come in that many flavors.
Written By Rymarr
Dec. 17, 2016, 4:22 a.m.(5/27/1005 AR)
I saw a sloth for the first time.
I do not understand their purpose. Nor how they've survived this long. They do not provide meat or any other noteworthy product.
Perhaps some Abandoned tribes use their claws as weapons? Positively fearsome, no doubt.
I will have to inquire further with appropriate parties to determine if they have any military applications. Perhaps they can be used to guard the palace alongside the King's Own, should the Lady Regent deem them suitable.
I do not understand their purpose. Nor how they've survived this long. They do not provide meat or any other noteworthy product.
Perhaps some Abandoned tribes use their claws as weapons? Positively fearsome, no doubt.
I will have to inquire further with appropriate parties to determine if they have any military applications. Perhaps they can be used to guard the palace alongside the King's Own, should the Lady Regent deem them suitable.
Written By Joscelin
Dec. 17, 2016, 2:54 a.m.(5/27/1005 AR)
I love Gemecittan quartz. It's a soft stone but also inexpensive, has a variety of colors in a single specimen, and easy to shape and polish.
It's a veritable palette to work from, with a thousand colors and often, I never get the same combination of hues twice. It makes for some interesting designs.
I do hope you come see it. I'm planning on making the same fine, high quality designs in less-expensive metals, so that anyone can afford them.
Oh? You like these? They're a part of a s-
You know, here's a token. Bring it to my atelier and I'll redeem it from you with a twenty percent discount, just be sure to tell your friends where you got the bauble from, yes?
It's a veritable palette to work from, with a thousand colors and often, I never get the same combination of hues twice. It makes for some interesting designs.
I do hope you come see it. I'm planning on making the same fine, high quality designs in less-expensive metals, so that anyone can afford them.
Oh? You like these? They're a part of a s-
You know, here's a token. Bring it to my atelier and I'll redeem it from you with a twenty percent discount, just be sure to tell your friends where you got the bauble from, yes?
Written By Julea
Dec. 17, 2016, 2:43 a.m.(5/27/1005 AR)
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.
My day didn't go so well.
Julea
27th of May, 1005
PS. Wonder if they will censor this.
My day didn't go so well.
Julea
27th of May, 1005
PS. Wonder if they will censor this.
Written By Mydas
Dec. 17, 2016, 1:13 a.m.(5/26/1005 AR)
It seems my family's actions has reached me despite my departure. I don't know what Cassius did or did not do, but I find Her Highness Serafine's letter to be exceedingly amusing. Let it be known there shall not be war, unless my cousin Nadia wishes it, while Cassius and Serafine work out their differences. Hopefully this letter will reach them at a time when they've come to their senses.
Written By Lazarus
Dec. 17, 2016, 1:04 a.m.(5/26/1005 AR)
You want my opinion? At the end of the day, I punch out like every single one of you. I inspect my fields, insure lines are running properly, and that my investors and clients are content. I applied myself and that is all that matters. The crown knows what I am about, they know about my interest in serving the city I was born and raised in. That they did not choose me as minister, alright stings a little, but I would not have been a proud loyalist if I disagree with the crown's wisdom. If anything it means I have to work harder or that politics is not my thing and perhaps I should stick to being a merchant. I am sure my investors would also appreciate that I concentrate on their business after all.
Written By Serafine
Dec. 17, 2016, 12:48 a.m.(5/26/1005 AR)
Gods dammit motherfucking stupid bastard fucking misbegotten from a bitch's rotted twat sired of a diseased fisherman's crooked cock!
-WHAT ARE YOU THINKING-, you fucking -moron-?
-WHAT ARE YOU THINKING-, you fucking -moron-?
Written By Cicero
Dec. 17, 2016, 12:35 a.m.(5/26/1005 AR)
Ten wheels with ten spokes
Fitting badges for us all
Road paved with silver
Fitting badges for us all
Road paved with silver
Written By Cicero
Dec. 17, 2016, 12:33 a.m.(5/26/1005 AR)
Swordplay and bladework
Unplanned negotiations
See what future holds
Unplanned negotiations
See what future holds
Written By Cicero
Dec. 17, 2016, 12:29 a.m.(5/26/1005 AR)
A crime prevented
Unrepentant would be thief
Still called favorite
Unrepentant would be thief
Still called favorite
Written By Aislin
Dec. 17, 2016, 12:12 a.m.(5/26/1005 AR)
Apparently, the key to treating successfully with elves is to be liberal in the application of both sarcasm and alcohol.
(And I feel like life in the Compact has taken some very strange turns lately, when I genuinely believe that's useful advice worth recording for others.)
(And I feel like life in the Compact has taken some very strange turns lately, when I genuinely believe that's useful advice worth recording for others.)
Written By Ida
Dec. 16, 2016, 11:55 p.m.(5/26/1005 AR)
How do you put to word one of the most extraordinary moments of your life?
With the birth of your children, describing it (at least for me) has always been easy. It is like taking your heart and putting it into the tiny, wailing person they've just placed into your arms. Nothing is ever the same and you know you'd give your life in a blink of an eye to save theirs.
Being knighted? Holy shit. I'm a knight. I can still say 'shit' right? I knelt in The Vow and swore my oaths. /The Vow/ of House Valardin. How many knelt there before me? Do I deserve to count myself among them? I will hope I can prove so. I would truly rather die than fail His Grace, Prince Edain.
The badge His Grace gifted me with - I know it is Guildmaster Joscelin's work as well as she would know mine. That she is a piece of this somehow means a lot. The manor near Sanctum, with a forge... That this was shared before members of House Valardin and Greenmarch only makes me feel more blessed and grateful. Words truly fail me when I try to describe how honored and humbled I am by His Grace's faith in me, in bestowing this unimaginable honor.
Dame Ida Ferron, Hammer of the West. That's me. It still feels so new on my tongue.
Also, the bruise that is quickly blooming on my jaw? Never let it be said that His Grace can not punch nearly as well as I. A story for another time, that.
With the birth of your children, describing it (at least for me) has always been easy. It is like taking your heart and putting it into the tiny, wailing person they've just placed into your arms. Nothing is ever the same and you know you'd give your life in a blink of an eye to save theirs.
Being knighted? Holy shit. I'm a knight. I can still say 'shit' right? I knelt in The Vow and swore my oaths. /The Vow/ of House Valardin. How many knelt there before me? Do I deserve to count myself among them? I will hope I can prove so. I would truly rather die than fail His Grace, Prince Edain.
The badge His Grace gifted me with - I know it is Guildmaster Joscelin's work as well as she would know mine. That she is a piece of this somehow means a lot. The manor near Sanctum, with a forge... That this was shared before members of House Valardin and Greenmarch only makes me feel more blessed and grateful. Words truly fail me when I try to describe how honored and humbled I am by His Grace's faith in me, in bestowing this unimaginable honor.
Dame Ida Ferron, Hammer of the West. That's me. It still feels so new on my tongue.
Also, the bruise that is quickly blooming on my jaw? Never let it be said that His Grace can not punch nearly as well as I. A story for another time, that.
Written By Bethany
Dec. 16, 2016, 10:24 p.m.(5/26/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Curran
You ought to spend more time at the docks, Master Curran, in order to learn more - and better - insults.
Written By Garza
Dec. 16, 2016, 8:48 p.m.(5/26/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Bethany
I was told by this baker's little rascal that loves hanging out by Vellichor's place, that apparently I'm what they call... quotable.
Huh. Imagine that.
Huh. Imagine that.
Written By Jeremiah
Dec. 16, 2016, 7:53 p.m.(5/26/1005 AR)
[From an entry describing the positions and duties of a man employed as a clerk in Whitehold, and his attempts to scrimp and save for travel south to Arx. The entry is written in a precise, flowing, almost delicate hand, and the beginning of it follows:]
My exit from the orphan at fourteen led me into harsher conditions, but at least these were mostly self-imposed. I knew I must head south into Arx, for my chances as even an unemployed pauper would be better than my chances as the head of all clerks in Whitehold. Each week, I would set aside...
My exit from the orphan at fourteen led me into harsher conditions, but at least these were mostly self-imposed. I knew I must head south into Arx, for my chances as even an unemployed pauper would be better than my chances as the head of all clerks in Whitehold. Each week, I would set aside...
Written By Jeremiah
Dec. 16, 2016, 7:50 p.m.(5/26/1005 AR)
[From an entry almost curtly but kindly describing the conditions of an orphanage in Whitehold and the men and women that ran it. The entry is written in a precise, flowing, almost delicate hand, and a part of it follows:]
Despite my origins as a child not of the Compact, the orphanage treated me kindly. There has rarely been a softer time in my life, and the meagre, beggarly conditions seemed instead princely to me. Of particular kindness was one Goodman...
Despite my origins as a child not of the Compact, the orphanage treated me kindly. There has rarely been a softer time in my life, and the meagre, beggarly conditions seemed instead princely to me. Of particular kindness was one Goodman...
Written By Jeremiah
Dec. 16, 2016, 7:47 p.m.(5/26/1005 AR)
[The following entry spends its time tracing the yearly movements of one tribe of Ravashari Shav'Arvani until their eventual disappearance. The entry is written in a precise, flowing, almost delicate hand, and the ending follows.]
In the year 993 a brief plague and famine swept through Whitehold and the surrounds, and this is when records of what I believe to be my tribe cease. While I can not find any contemporary commentary on the disease spreading to the tribe, the cessation of any other references to the Andali leads one to the conclusion that this is the tribe I came from before their decimation and dissolution.
In the year 993 a brief plague and famine swept through Whitehold and the surrounds, and this is when records of what I believe to be my tribe cease. While I can not find any contemporary commentary on the disease spreading to the tribe, the cessation of any other references to the Andali leads one to the conclusion that this is the tribe I came from before their decimation and dissolution.
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