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Written By Talen

Nov. 20, 2016, 11:57 a.m.(3/3/1005 AR)

The archduchess' desire for a cat has been curbed due to my snake, Hiss. If a lion is the next best thing, maybe I need a bigger serpent. Do basilisks exist?

Written By Cicero

Nov. 20, 2016, 11:27 a.m.(3/3/1005 AR)

Bravery to try
Ice, Snow. So cold on the hands.
Sculpted to beauty

Written By Leola

Nov. 20, 2016, 9:24 a.m.(3/3/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Juliet

Lady Juliet Fidante, understanding I train both animals and people in better handling of such, asked for instruction. I was only too pleased to help, explaining and demonstrating how a falcon is directed with hand movements and food.

She seemed to find it all very amusing.

I didn't even know you could turn flower petals into a food.

Written By Juliet

Nov. 20, 2016, 9:14 a.m.(3/3/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Leola

I don't think anyone's ever treated me like a -falcon- before.

Still, the lesson was very instructive. I have been trained well.


I'll be the best damn falcon Fidante ever had, if need be.


I will never stop giggling about this.

Written By Yasmine

Nov. 20, 2016, 7:39 a.m.(3/2/1005 AR)

Life is so exciting!

Written By Juliet

Nov. 20, 2016, 7:36 a.m.(3/2/1005 AR)

Sometimes, just surrendering all your cares and worries to someone else, to become nothing more than a subject to be worked and soothed, is delightful.


Whispers are very good at making one forget the rest of the world.

Written By Max

Nov. 20, 2016, 6:15 a.m.(3/2/1005 AR)

The Reach is finally restored. My father and brother had no use for it, but I see the value of a home to entertain in, a place to discuss things of an intimate nature, both personal and political.

I see the value in showing the city that the DarkWater are not just backisland pirates, bu that we have our own history stretching back to before most of these houses were founded.

How many houses can claim 1400 years of unbroken line, of a fortress never captured during the reckoning?

How many can claim to hold such distinction?

DarkWater - Black Mountain - The Redoubt. These names should be known, but my family ignored this city in favor of their own pursuits.

I will not let it be so.

Written By Victus

Nov. 20, 2016, 4:42 a.m.(3/2/1005 AR)

The vast majority who lay claim to altruistic motives are either liars (to others or themselves or both) or just plain fools. As a practical matter, being selfish usually wins out, whether that's being selfish for yourself, or whichever House you represent.

Still, I'm forced to admit that there are some insane fuckers who somehow manage to disregard all the rules and still somehow come out not just fine, but on top. I'm a cynic, perhaps, but even I'll say that every rule has its exceptions.

Exactly who is which when you're in the middle of it, that's hard to tell, however. When the odds are two to one, even if you're being incredibly fucking generous, I know where my money's at.

Written By Serafine

Nov. 20, 2016, 12:02 a.m.(3/1/1005 AR)

[Serafine Velenosa attended the appointed transcribing time inebriated, and she didn't speak but she did sing-]

I had me a girl
Who taught me those things
A woman should know
Down, down on my knees.
I’d beg and I’d plead
To learn a little bit more.
Oh that woman taught me to pray,
I saw Elysium every day.
Gods, she could-

[it becomes crooning, the subject's eyes close-]

I, I had me a boy
Who buttoned me down.
Threw me a line
He, he washed me as clean
As a sinner could be.
Showed me the light,
Ooo that boy, he taught me to pray,
But for all of his spit-shinin’ ways
Gods, he could.

[More crooning-]

I had me a girl,
Like gray-wreathed smoke.
She came and she went,
I slipped through his hands
To my back door-man,
Under his chin.
Oh that woman taught me to pray
But for all her wandering ways
She could.

[Subject's eyes open, she smiled, and headed out the door]


[Scholar's note: She said she'd be back, the song is recognized as an old minstrel's poem set to music and popular among Velenosan soldiers.]




(ooc: 'I Had Me A Girl', by The Civil Wars, tweaked for theme)

Written By Alis

Nov. 19, 2016, 10:41 p.m.(3/1/1005 AR)

Lord Victus and Count Darkwater sure do say 'Fuck' a lot. I shall have to find out if that is a thing of Thraxians in general, or those two in particular. Lord Wyrmguard seemed to have little trouble fitting in. Whereas I, in full steel armor after the meeting outside the city gates, stuck out like a sore thumb. A tiny sore thumb.

In all a productive meeting I think. We shall make sure that our merchants sell needed supplies to Thrax Quartermaster's at fair prices. If needed, basic supplies at cost until increased patrols are no longer needed.

Somewhat an awkward exit, however. Because I had perhaps partaken of more alcohol then I ought to. And perhaps the toast to fucking, that led to the offer and counter-offers of a walk home. I certainly hope I caused neither gentlemen any offence, but it seemed prudent to just send a messenger to the manor and have someone come to meet me instead of taking up either offer. Diplomacy is more difficult then it appears. I prefer the battlefield.

I also look forward to singing the song I heard at the Ebb and Flow, at breakfast, to help wake up Edain.

Written By Calista

Nov. 19, 2016, 10:17 p.m.(3/1/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Vercyn

The Wolf of the North is an impressive man who is not easily persuaded. He has taught me much about life in the North and expect him to continue teaching me valuable lessons one could only gain through experience. I find myself quite enthralled by his presence. How could I not?

Written By Calista

Nov. 19, 2016, 10:08 p.m.(3/1/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Valkieri

An interesting man but it is clear we share nothing in common. I'm so very thankful Gemecitta is also represented by Lady Sylvie.

Written By Hana

Nov. 19, 2016, 9:22 p.m.(3/1/1005 AR)

In all my travels with my mother's trade caravan, I learned many techniques for working metal. Even rubicund and diamondplate. But I've never had a shop of my own, a place to improve my craft. Knowing how to work rubicund and knowing how best to balance a sword made of it are wildly different tasks, after all.

And now I have a shop. My own space! A place to work and sell things, where I can finally improve my skills. Ida says that there will be plenty of customers for rubicund weaponry, as soon as I'm ready to sell it. I hope that can prove enough of an income...

Written By Sabella

Nov. 19, 2016, 7:37 p.m.(3/1/1005 AR)

My romantic journey continues, setting my heart afire and sending tingles down my spine. My muscular figure surprised me with a gift. If he was attempting to impress me, he has succeeded. I wait with bated breath for our next meeting. As the time ticks by, the raging storm of affection echoes through the starry night sky, urging lovers every where to become one, once again.

Written By Dagon

Nov. 19, 2016, 6:27 p.m.(3/1/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Natalia

I've come to spend a decent amount of time with the Princess as of late, and I suspect that I will need to spend more time with her. Her company is not unwelcome and she can make time pass far quicker than if I was to just swing my sword around for a while for some training. I think that's a good thing? I look forward to getting to know mor about her in the future.

Written By Augustus

Nov. 19, 2016, 1:58 p.m.(2/28/1005 AR)

Prince Donrai and Prince Augustus organising a wedding.

Sure. Get the two ancient widowers to try and remember what a wedding looks like. Sounds about right.

Where am I going to get a dozen pints of pigs blood in winter?

Written By Aldwin

Nov. 19, 2016, 9:49 a.m.(2/28/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Fortunato

While everyone is growing dire and concerned, Fortunato Grayhope has reminded me of what is good and joyful in life.

Puppies.

I have a painting of a plethora of puppies.

Written By Silas

Nov. 19, 2016, 5:45 a.m.(2/27/1005 AR)

So many things to do, yet there are only so many hours in the day...

Written By Donella

Nov. 19, 2016, 12:46 a.m.(2/27/1005 AR)

Did you think me your enemy all along, when I only ever adored you? You alone, who could understand me? You had everything I wanted... And now I will never be able to show you what was in my heart, nor to tell you that I would have taken nothing away from you. You've ruined everything! I do not know how to purge this ache in my heart, but I cannot even shed tears.

Written By Aislin

Nov. 18, 2016, 10:06 p.m.(2/26/1005 AR)

And so the doors are thrown open, secret histories and hidden villains tossed out into the streets for all to see.

It's a relief, in many ways.

Those of us who have been out in the wilds, those of us who have traveled the less-settled parts of Arvum, we've long known that there was more to the world than most would believe. Or even more than most would want to hear; such things are often dismissed as stories, myths.

But the facts of our history are out there to be found. Carved into the walls of ancient ruined fortresses, written into the surviving scraps of ancient journals. Records of ancient betrayals and alliances. Hints of wars fought with things greater than any weapon we could now forge.

How much have we forgotten? How much have we lost?

Those questions are no small part of what has always driven me on my expeditions into the wilds.

I want so badly to believe that the darkness responsible cannot survive out in the open, now that the secrets are exposed. That the architects of so much pain will be unmasked and brought to justice for their crimes.

But perhaps most of all, I want the chance to piece the lost and scattered fragments of our history -- our true history -- back together again.

And gods willing, we're taking the first steps on that road.

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