Written By Myrinda
Nov. 5, 2016, 10:45 a.m.(1/14/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Dawn
You little missy, it's easy to call to be the rain when you are on top. It's easy to fall over people, when you reign.
When your lives and your livelihood depend on the people above you, it isn't so easy. It isn't so easy to walk into a ward and not know what may happen to you. It isn't /easy/.
Don't pull this bullshit on us. Do not piss on us and tell us it is raining.
Crafters and commoners matter too.
When your lives and your livelihood depend on the people above you, it isn't so easy. It isn't so easy to walk into a ward and not know what may happen to you. It isn't /easy/.
Don't pull this bullshit on us. Do not piss on us and tell us it is raining.
Crafters and commoners matter too.
Written By Cicero
Nov. 5, 2016, 10:11 a.m.(1/14/1005 AR)
A shimmering silk
Eyes matched by the mix of blues
Benefit to both
Eyes matched by the mix of blues
Benefit to both
Written By Dawn
Nov. 5, 2016, 9:52 a.m.(1/14/1005 AR)
As we end this week, I thought I would record my thoughts on the turn events have taken. These thoughts run a simple course, but it is a course that a lifetime of conflict and loss has led me to.
Our actions determine the world around us. We paint our lives with the colours of our own choices, and being able to do a thing is not always enough justification to act.
Acting before every angle is considered invites larger ripples than we intended. Suddenly, a choice made and an action taken against one person becomes fuel for choices and actions made by twenty, and from those twenty on to a hundred. In days such as these, when the fears of an entire city simmer under the provocation of this year's events, do we want to be the brushfire or do we want to be the rain? It is often the harder choice to be the one who deescalates. But where fire might touch and burn several, the rain touches so many more.
Save your fire for those who truly deserve it. There are challenges arrayed against Arx and Arvum, against city and Compact, that we will have to meet as a people united. All of us are needed and we must turn outward, together, rather than scour ourselves from the inside. Let us not do the work of our enemies for them.
Our actions determine the world around us. We paint our lives with the colours of our own choices, and being able to do a thing is not always enough justification to act.
Acting before every angle is considered invites larger ripples than we intended. Suddenly, a choice made and an action taken against one person becomes fuel for choices and actions made by twenty, and from those twenty on to a hundred. In days such as these, when the fears of an entire city simmer under the provocation of this year's events, do we want to be the brushfire or do we want to be the rain? It is often the harder choice to be the one who deescalates. But where fire might touch and burn several, the rain touches so many more.
Save your fire for those who truly deserve it. There are challenges arrayed against Arx and Arvum, against city and Compact, that we will have to meet as a people united. All of us are needed and we must turn outward, together, rather than scour ourselves from the inside. Let us not do the work of our enemies for them.
Written By Signe
Nov. 5, 2016, 9:02 a.m.(1/14/1005 AR)
I am not going to raise from the bed today.
It's cold and I am feeling under the weather.
Vidar seems to be upset. He is very quiet. He does not leave my bed. I am worried about him too.
It's cold and I am feeling under the weather.
Vidar seems to be upset. He is very quiet. He does not leave my bed. I am worried about him too.
Written By Natalia
Nov. 5, 2016, 8:38 a.m.(1/13/1005 AR)
Perhaps we should make sheared hair a fashion statement. It seems to be going around now.
Written By Max
Nov. 5, 2016, 4:29 a.m.(1/13/1005 AR)
Apparently Princess Natalia is literate.
She found my previous entry in the stacks and made her displeasure known. I did say she's not as vapid she seems. She wants my help with some Jaysus festival. I honor the gods, but this is womens work and I need to see what my resources and house needs are before I commit to helping a pissed off perfumed princess. I will have to consult with my factors then get back to her.
I engaged this evening with Prince Valarius of the Thrax, and I confess... unless my meeting with Donella goes FANTASTICALLY well, I am concerned for the direction my liege house is taking. How have the Thrax gotten so soft? Does the mainland infect a sailors soul and make him into a fop? If this is so, I will set sail immediately and this cities politics -be damned-. Valarius is not irredeemable, but he seems so content to sip his sweet wines and gossip with women.
I am going to drag him to sea and combat, and put hair on his goddamn balls.
I swear it.
She found my previous entry in the stacks and made her displeasure known. I did say she's not as vapid she seems. She wants my help with some Jaysus festival. I honor the gods, but this is womens work and I need to see what my resources and house needs are before I commit to helping a pissed off perfumed princess. I will have to consult with my factors then get back to her.
I engaged this evening with Prince Valarius of the Thrax, and I confess... unless my meeting with Donella goes FANTASTICALLY well, I am concerned for the direction my liege house is taking. How have the Thrax gotten so soft? Does the mainland infect a sailors soul and make him into a fop? If this is so, I will set sail immediately and this cities politics -be damned-. Valarius is not irredeemable, but he seems so content to sip his sweet wines and gossip with women.
I am going to drag him to sea and combat, and put hair on his goddamn balls.
I swear it.
Written By Isolde
Nov. 5, 2016, 4:06 a.m.(1/13/1005 AR)
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh.
Written By Serafine
Nov. 5, 2016, 3:15 a.m.(1/13/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Fergus
Another monstrous bastard who's skilled in a fight. I am most impressed. I'm pretty sure I died for a second there.
Written By Joscelin
Nov. 4, 2016, 10:40 p.m.(1/12/1005 AR)
I didn't attend the nobels' event held by Thrax, for obvious reasons. But I heard of a few things that transpired and I'll admit to being shocked; I didn't expect ...
[the page gets splotchy, items are scratched out]
I've been shown so much unexpected kindness the many hours hence, from every corner of the city. I am humbled, and I am grateful.
No, scholar. I'll return another day.
[the page gets splotchy, items are scratched out]
I've been shown so much unexpected kindness the many hours hence, from every corner of the city. I am humbled, and I am grateful.
No, scholar. I'll return another day.
Written By Dafne
Nov. 4, 2016, 6:21 p.m.(1/12/1005 AR)
I went to the graveyard last night.
I found no answers. I don't know what I was expecting. I don't even know which questions I was asking. Explosions? The questions of life and death and the delicate veil between?
I only know that I--enjoy graveyards. Sylvie thinks me mad, I know. It is--well, sometimes they are peaceful, yes. It is peaceful where no one can speak, when the souls that rest beside you, rest in companionable silence. But sometimes there is a stillness to them that goes beyond peace. It's an electric hesitation, a pause, as something waits...something lurks...something is almost, but not quite there.
And that something prickles at my skin.
Perhaps I should make this a poem.
I found no answers. I don't know what I was expecting. I don't even know which questions I was asking. Explosions? The questions of life and death and the delicate veil between?
I only know that I--enjoy graveyards. Sylvie thinks me mad, I know. It is--well, sometimes they are peaceful, yes. It is peaceful where no one can speak, when the souls that rest beside you, rest in companionable silence. But sometimes there is a stillness to them that goes beyond peace. It's an electric hesitation, a pause, as something waits...something lurks...something is almost, but not quite there.
And that something prickles at my skin.
Perhaps I should make this a poem.
Written By Yasmine
Nov. 4, 2016, 6:04 p.m.(1/12/1005 AR)
I heard his voice calling out for me softly...
Then someone got into a fight at Murder of Crows.
It was loud. I woke up.
It was a beautiful dream, though.
Then someone got into a fight at Murder of Crows.
It was loud. I woke up.
It was a beautiful dream, though.
Written By Sabella
Nov. 4, 2016, 3:11 p.m.(1/11/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Natalia
My cousin designed the most beautiful yellow gown for me! I am thankful to have the City's fashionista as my cousin. I am most excited to wear it at her party. It is so lovely, that I am already thinking of what other new gown I must purchase... For one is NEVER enough.
Written By Joscelin
Nov. 4, 2016, 2:57 p.m.(1/11/1005 AR)
I don't know what to tell you, scholar. Word of mouth might travel better than these written words but I am surely not the one to tell them to you.
Alright fine, ask your question.
Well yes, of course I'm going to the Grayson gala. That's a ridiculous question. I had my braid hacked off, not my sense of pride. Honestly.
Alright fine, ask your question.
Well yes, of course I'm going to the Grayson gala. That's a ridiculous question. I had my braid hacked off, not my sense of pride. Honestly.
Written By Natalia
Nov. 4, 2016, 6:19 a.m.(1/10/1005 AR)
Shopping trip two well sort of three.
Laric liked his outfit and I was pleased that others asked me to help design theirs. I do hope that they like them.
It is sometimes hard to shop for other people. Sabella wanted yellow. It occurs to me that I do not have a yellow outfit. Perhaps I should change this. The other one I spent more time picking just the right colors. I do hope she likes it.
I know that people find me rather vapid about such things, but if you make a person feel good about themselves. They remember.
Laric liked his outfit and I was pleased that others asked me to help design theirs. I do hope that they like them.
It is sometimes hard to shop for other people. Sabella wanted yellow. It occurs to me that I do not have a yellow outfit. Perhaps I should change this. The other one I spent more time picking just the right colors. I do hope she likes it.
I know that people find me rather vapid about such things, but if you make a person feel good about themselves. They remember.
Written By Max
Nov. 4, 2016, 3:19 a.m.(1/10/1005 AR)
This city is abominable. Crowded and annoying as hell. And the smells - they are beyond description. Food roasting mixes with animal dung and the scent of pretension. That one is particularly thick.
I wandered the streets last night, unable to sleep. I wandered into a three way sword battle between a poetic fop, a man no particular skill, and a woman with a sword as sharp as any. I admit, I do not find an armed woman entirely appropriate, but I will only share that sentiment quietly when she is in ear shot.
I had tea in the 'Salon', with Princess Natalia. She did not find me entirely good company, partially by design and partially by nature. She is not as vapid as she seems, but her company is like the tea she drinks. Something that starts hot, and many find delightful, but quickly cools and no good Thraxian appreciates.
I wandered the streets last night, unable to sleep. I wandered into a three way sword battle between a poetic fop, a man no particular skill, and a woman with a sword as sharp as any. I admit, I do not find an armed woman entirely appropriate, but I will only share that sentiment quietly when she is in ear shot.
I had tea in the 'Salon', with Princess Natalia. She did not find me entirely good company, partially by design and partially by nature. She is not as vapid as she seems, but her company is like the tea she drinks. Something that starts hot, and many find delightful, but quickly cools and no good Thraxian appreciates.
Written By Natalia
Nov. 4, 2016, 3:05 a.m.(1/10/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Sabella
My cousin has returned back to the social obligations of the peerage. It was a wonderful visit. She reminds me a lot of myself, which is never bad.
We talked on fashion and parties and of course men. Such is the life of nobility. I am glad that she is back around.
We talked on fashion and parties and of course men. Such is the life of nobility. I am glad that she is back around.
Written By Deva
Nov. 3, 2016, 9:28 p.m.(1/9/1005 AR)
Some days, there just isn't enough whiskey in this blasted city.
Written By Myrinda
Nov. 3, 2016, 8:58 p.m.(1/9/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Victus
Any crafter worth their salt and their respect in themselves would do what I am doing regarding the bastard Thraxian, Victus:
He is officially banned from my shop. I will not make any clothes for that fool regardless of who comes to commission it until he APOLOGIZES for attempting to put a fellow crafter in her PLACE.
And he recompenses Joscelin for her hair in silver.
Place, you say? Why don't you learn yours, you ill-gotten seed of a noble.
He is officially banned from my shop. I will not make any clothes for that fool regardless of who comes to commission it until he APOLOGIZES for attempting to put a fellow crafter in her PLACE.
And he recompenses Joscelin for her hair in silver.
Place, you say? Why don't you learn yours, you ill-gotten seed of a noble.
Written By Max
Nov. 3, 2016, 8:26 p.m.(1/9/1005 AR)
This interminable city. Braying asses and preening peacocks, the lot of them. Brother dear, be a man and come back from the dead that I need not attend these matters you in your mortality shirk. The city grows larger on the horizon and I must be back to it. I have seen to the matters of the Abandoned near Tyde reaches as Victus requested, and I admit that this has given me some measure of respite from the popinjay mainlander onslaught that is my ever awkward duty to attend, but now that respite of the sea is gone. A few more coins in my pocket and a few more workers for my holdings...
But all good things must end. Once more into the stone quay, and once more into perfumed purgatory.
But all good things must end. Once more into the stone quay, and once more into perfumed purgatory.
Written By Donella
Nov. 3, 2016, 6:41 p.m.(1/9/1005 AR)
I am trying to get out there, more. To make contact with people, and know their thoughts. To that end, I am hosting a dinner at the Estate. Just a casual affair, with some cathartic ranting. Hopefully we will have guests. I hate leftover turbot.
This will be after my memorial for Genevieve. She would have wanted her people, the people of all the Compact, taken care of. It would have been like her to remind others that they have duties that do not include endless parties, and gallons of spirits. To be honest, all that is beginning to grate. Genny had a good heart, that was stopped too soon. I need to do something of substance.
This will be after my memorial for Genevieve. She would have wanted her people, the people of all the Compact, taken care of. It would have been like her to remind others that they have duties that do not include endless parties, and gallons of spirits. To be honest, all that is beginning to grate. Genny had a good heart, that was stopped too soon. I need to do something of substance.
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