Written By Barric
Dec. 10, 2016, 11:34 a.m.(5/7/1005 AR)
The elves were not what I expected. Perhaps we met younger ones even though one knew Alarice. Perhaps they were simply children playing at games. They were snide and rude and, on the surface, uninterested in diplomacy. I expected a more dignified and serious race that would take the clash at the Grove with more solemnity but they made a joke of it. I am disappointed yet I hope we will meet more appropriate elves soon. Actual diplomats or ones with some say in what happens rather than sulky, sarcastic children.
Written By Deva
Dec. 10, 2016, 11:26 a.m.(5/7/1005 AR)
We are all fine. No one lost as much as a fingernail. Unless you count a few ounces of pride?
Written By Natalia
Dec. 10, 2016, 10:27 a.m.(5/7/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Reese
My cousin is a wonderful distraction when I am worried. She seems a little interested in romance, but I love the stories.
Written By Eirene
Dec. 10, 2016, 10:17 a.m.(5/7/1005 AR)
Who knows. Maybe in another thousand years, if we're not wiped off the face of the world or another fire burns down -- Oh stop looking so shocked, Archivist. It's a SAYING. No one is coming to burn your precious Archives. I'm --
It's my hope that nobody comes across these journals from this time period and goes 'what the fuck are they talking about? Elves. Undead. Were they all HIGH on dust or something?'
Fuck, now you've made me forget what the fuck I was going to say.
Those people who went. Went to FIND ELVES. It's not a game anymore. This isn't pretend. it's all too damned real and people I know; people I joke with and drink with and fight with... people I know are going into that ultimate unknown. Whatever gods or spirits or benevolent forces are out there better go with them.
I'll be pissed if they die.
It's my hope that nobody comes across these journals from this time period and goes 'what the fuck are they talking about? Elves. Undead. Were they all HIGH on dust or something?'
Fuck, now you've made me forget what the fuck I was going to say.
Those people who went. Went to FIND ELVES. It's not a game anymore. This isn't pretend. it's all too damned real and people I know; people I joke with and drink with and fight with... people I know are going into that ultimate unknown. Whatever gods or spirits or benevolent forces are out there better go with them.
I'll be pissed if they die.
Written By Fortunato
Dec. 10, 2016, 9:32 a.m.(5/6/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Sabella
A painted sketch. Central, a multi-hued rose. The core is a whitish silver, the rough middle a band of pinkish red, the outer petals a nearly black indigo. A few of the indigo petals have fallen off in a trail across a shadow almost too dark to see them against. In the upper left corner of the sketch, a slivered moon. In the upper right corner, a brown eye, simply drawn, scarcely colored. Across the bottom right corner, a silver chain, gently strung. Bottom left corner, an opened door with no hint of the room beyond.
Written By Aislin
Dec. 10, 2016, 9 a.m.(5/6/1005 AR)
It is remarkably difficult to get undead entrails out of clothing. The laundress actually fainted.
I really rather liked that shirt; it's unfortunate it had to be burned.
I really rather liked that shirt; it's unfortunate it had to be burned.
Written By Valery
Dec. 10, 2016, 8:40 a.m.(5/6/1005 AR)
I arrived at the city a few days ago, and this is bigger and more amazing than anything I've seen before. Some buildings are huge. Others are so decorated. Other both...
And the people. There are lots of people, everywhere. And everyone has been really nice and helpful till now.
And the nobles. First person giving me a direction, was a prince. I've been drinking tea with a princess and a lord. I've been having dinner with a noble family. Or drinking with them.
All feels so alien and so nice that I feel like I'm going to wake up from a dream at every moment, just to crash harder on the ground.
Plus, I got a job as apothecary for the Nightgold House. And they are paying me and they gave me a room on their huge building.
I -need- to get more clothes, though, and I still haven't find someone to make some for me...
And the people. There are lots of people, everywhere. And everyone has been really nice and helpful till now.
And the nobles. First person giving me a direction, was a prince. I've been drinking tea with a princess and a lord. I've been having dinner with a noble family. Or drinking with them.
All feels so alien and so nice that I feel like I'm going to wake up from a dream at every moment, just to crash harder on the ground.
Plus, I got a job as apothecary for the Nightgold House. And they are paying me and they gave me a room on their huge building.
I -need- to get more clothes, though, and I still haven't find someone to make some for me...
Written By Agnarr
Dec. 10, 2016, 7:34 a.m.(5/6/1005 AR)
Heard Audric and a Count Maximilian wax about myths.
Written By Silas
Dec. 10, 2016, 6:17 a.m.(5/6/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Bethany
Whip-smart but careful enough not to show it to everyone, Bethany is a daughter any father can be proud of and a sister any brother can be impressed by.
Should she find her footing, the world ought to watch out.
Should she find her footing, the world ought to watch out.
Written By Aksel
Dec. 10, 2016, 3:59 a.m.(5/6/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Belladonna
Met in a bar, had a couple of drinks and a better conversation than I had expected out of someone like her. I have the sensation that she is very sly, perhaps even ruthless, yet is pleasant at the same time. While this isn't something I haven't met before, she was, at the very least kind enough to talk to me for an evening.
Good thing I don't have anything she wants. There are perks to just being another no-name face in the crowd. You're not important and you don't have anything of real value. So that usually means I get people when they're most honest and there's no need for buttering up.
Smart woman though. But, no reason not to have another chat if I ever run into her again.
Good thing I don't have anything she wants. There are perks to just being another no-name face in the crowd. You're not important and you don't have anything of real value. So that usually means I get people when they're most honest and there's no need for buttering up.
Smart woman though. But, no reason not to have another chat if I ever run into her again.
Written By Khanne
Dec. 10, 2016, 3:28 a.m.(5/6/1005 AR)
Well, the sun has risen, and set, and now the stars shine over the lands. Day one is under my belt, and though I still have much to explore, and many people to meet, I think it has gone well thus far. I happened upon Princess Natalia Grayson, who seems a kind soul, and Lord Sigurd Nightgold. Intriguing man, he. We have spoken of meeting again some time when we are not near sleep. I shall look forward to that. No sign of my brother as of yet, I am sure he is near, sword in hand. I do hope to speak with him soon, as well as others of my name. Tomorrow shall come before I know it, and so for now, I rest.
Written By Jeremiah
Dec. 10, 2016, 3:10 a.m.(5/6/1005 AR)
I find this exceedingly odd, but I will give this a shot, for posterity's sake. I can barely write in my usual style, as this feels more like a performance than not, truly. Still. Some weeks in and I have made some progress; my standard of comfort is worse than it was at Whitehold, but I have met people I would recommend and people who would recommend me. I have joined both the Crafter's Guild and the Silver Consortium in some manner, and intend to contact the Scholars.
As for personal matters, it seems even more exceedingly odd to write of them here. Perhaps that will have to wait for the next time I visit these chambers.
As for personal matters, it seems even more exceedingly odd to write of them here. Perhaps that will have to wait for the next time I visit these chambers.
Written By Calista
Dec. 10, 2016, 3:04 a.m.(5/6/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Barric
Time away has only brought him closer. A friendship grows deeper still. A favor given proved to bind our unspoken words.
Oh, and that smile. It can melt the thickest layers of ice.
Oh, and that smile. It can melt the thickest layers of ice.
Written By Isolde
Dec. 10, 2016, 1:59 a.m.(5/6/1005 AR)
We live in the world where I am not the most petulant child upon it.
I feel as if I have some apologies to make.
More thoughts to come, as I process everything that happened on the Delegation. It went... almost too smoothly. I may sleep in my armor for a year or so.
I feel as if I have some apologies to make.
More thoughts to come, as I process everything that happened on the Delegation. It went... almost too smoothly. I may sleep in my armor for a year or so.
Written By Serafine
Dec. 10, 2016, 12:40 a.m.(5/5/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Deva
Holy testicles, woman.
That -shot-...!
That -shot-...!
Written By Audric
Dec. 10, 2016, 12:37 a.m.(5/5/1005 AR)
Well, that was significantly more fun than I anticipated it would be! No one even died! I will admit, that's a little bit surprising, but we did get to do some fighting, so. Net positive, I have to say.
Written By Serafine
Dec. 10, 2016, 12:36 a.m.(5/5/1005 AR)
Well. That was ... educational.
And gross.
Ugh, I don't think this is going to wash out-
And gross.
Ugh, I don't think this is going to wash out-
Written By Mydas
Dec. 9, 2016, 11:45 p.m.(5/5/1005 AR)
I encountered quite an interesting woman today, Miss Aurora, a masterful clothier. My brother was the one that found her, but after a bit of talking, I made the decision to order a new outfit for myself. Yet, this time, I shall not wear the usual black and gold. We'll see what the result will be, though I'm very curious and looking forward to seeing the finished product.
Written By Aislin
Dec. 9, 2016, 9:47 p.m.(5/5/1005 AR)
A chance to leave the city walls again.
Gods and spirits, but that feels good. Even though I have my worries about what might happen on this trip, I still feel like a weight's been lifted, like I can spread my arms and *breathe* again. Maybe I just need to go run through the woods every so often, to clear my head of the noise and crowds of the city.
Still, there's always risk when one leaves the city.
Gods and spirits, but that feels good. Even though I have my worries about what might happen on this trip, I still feel like a weight's been lifted, like I can spread my arms and *breathe* again. Maybe I just need to go run through the woods every so often, to clear my head of the noise and crowds of the city.
Still, there's always risk when one leaves the city.
Written By Ida
Dec. 9, 2016, 9:45 p.m.(5/5/1005 AR)
I suppose my years of avoiding or not even needing to be involved in politics left me somewhat ill-prepared as to what to expect with a meeting such as this. Sitting among such august company and discussing how we might go forward for the Crown was rather overwhelming. I did not feel as out of place as I thought I might - meaning, I felt like my words were considered despite being someone of a decidedly simpler raising and duties. I am proud to lend whatever I might be able to contribute to this governance and hope it will be enough.
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