Written By Natalia
Oct. 29, 2016, 3:34 p.m.(12/21/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Edain
The first is that I have decided that Edain needs more fun in his life. I am not good for missions as I tend to become bored by them. I may though take this as my own. He is truly a good man and good men need good things in life to remember life is good.
The second is that I am more interested in ever in learning how to ... fowl? How to ... hunt with a bird? I am not sure it is falconry if it is not a falcon used. I will have to ask the Heroic Prince.
Written By Natalia
Oct. 29, 2016, 3:30 p.m.(12/21/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Dagon
However, it seems that he arrived early to help to settle his people. I could not fault that. Well. I could. I have just made the decision to be above that and forgive him. Mainly as he was a delightful escort from the point I arrived to the point we left.
Shockingly delightful actually. I believe I actually got him to laugh instead of just smile. A rarity in Thraxians -- unless they are laughing at you. The second day of festivities when we went to the beach was actually the most enlightening to the man. I believe I will keep him in my rotation of escorts.
I still expect to see the treasure, My Dragon.
Written By Orazio
Oct. 29, 2016, 2:45 p.m.(12/21/1004 AR)
Or perhaps I am just blaming time, when the truth is that I have been lazy. And, of course, that I faced a most superior opponent in Lord Victus Thrax. The man wields a blade like he was born with it - not in the more graceful court styles I have seen in the Lycene, but a style made for the battlefield, meant not to be admired, but to be the most effective on the field.
Much like the style, do I find the man.
Written By Dawn
Oct. 29, 2016, 12:15 p.m.(12/21/1004 AR)
Of special note, the next day Lord Victus Thrax and Princess Sophie Valardin accompanied me on a hunt for boar. The Princess was charged by the beast and lost the lower portion of her robe (but thankfully not her legs). The enraged animal was dispatched by Lord Victus and my own hound Macdon, rather neatly too. Quill and ink can't capture the fear and excitement of that moment, when our hunting party acted in concert to bring the boar down. I'm not a poet and can't do it justice. But it was something I'll never forget.
Pit roasting boar is also the way to go. Cooking it slowly over many hours in a pit made for the most exquisite feast, that evening.
Written By Kima
Oct. 29, 2016, 1:04 a.m.(12/20/1004 AR)
Dear lad, when you read this, do come around again so that I might see the finished product.
The porridge is still the same. Perhaps worse, actually. Who can eat porridge for breakfast e v e r y s i n g l e d a y? And I don't want to hear: but Kima, you can dress it up. Fruit or nuts can be thrown in, or sweeten it with honey.
No.
There is only so much porridge any sane man or woman can stand. I reached my limit long ago. I don't ask for this. In fact, I explicitly told the cook I would no longer be taking breakfast. Yet there it is, bright and early at my door every morning. As I leave to take my morning run, there he stands, watching me and smiling oddly, "It's important to keep one's strength, Lady-Sir."
So I run, and I think about that porridge, and the cook, whom I've determined is a poet. I truly think I have improved in some areas. Certainly not strength, but my endurance seems to stretch a touch further than before.
That's all routine, of course, and not terribly exciting. Half the shit written down here isn't terribly exciting. More's the pity.
Written By Freja
Oct. 28, 2016, 10:15 p.m.(12/19/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Ophelia
Written By Freja
Oct. 28, 2016, 10:12 p.m.(12/19/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Ophelia
Written By Sylvie
Oct. 28, 2016, 6:11 p.m.(12/19/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Leo
Something that may have looked one way to us on an initial glance may reveal itself to be completely different upon study. A man's character cannot be weighed in passing and determined in the height of emotions.
That is to say, I retract what I have stated about the Duke Fidante before. We are certainly not of a similar nature, but I can appreciate him for his own honor and integrity.
Written By Pietro
Oct. 28, 2016, 3:22 p.m.(12/18/1004 AR)
Well, then. In considering this, I will note that there is no cleverer hunter than a hound, nor speedier runner towards his target, nor more protective warrior towards his truest friends.
There is none more loyal or true of heart, nor any more game to play, nor ready to embrace pure joy, than the humble hound. There is no one who loves wholly and without condition as a dog does.
In this spirit, then, I accept the compliment and all it so implies.
Heh.
I should start training up a pup. I miss the kennels at home. Lady Dawn extended an invitation to me to wear out the litters in the Grayson kennels and I may have to take her up on that...
Written By Cara
Oct. 28, 2016, 3:13 p.m.(12/18/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Beaumont
Dear heavens.
Written By Pietro
Oct. 28, 2016, 2:44 p.m.(12/18/1004 AR)
She also completely lost us that croquet match. I'm noting this for posterity and the record, I would have completely won that.
I'm just saying.
Written By Aurora
Oct. 27, 2016, 8:20 p.m.(12/16/1004 AR)
Even though my date for the evening did not smile at me once (though he did smile at others), he did show up which I suppose is half the battle. I forgot all the talking points I had prepared, but I did learn that he wishes to feed me to his large snake. Romantic, isn't he?
...no that is not a euphemism, it is a real snake.
Written By Serafine
Oct. 27, 2016, 7:37 p.m.(12/16/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Audric
While many have seen fit to welcome me, I'll admit seeing a face I know and trust (to a degree; the man's only real love is money) was rather nice.
Most of my House barely remembers me. I don't blame them. No one wanted to remember me when I lived here. Black goat was I, aye. And I don't mind, there's no offense.
Written By Cicero
Oct. 27, 2016, 4:57 p.m.(12/16/1004 AR)
Never an embarrassment
A prize well deserved
Written By Cicero
Oct. 27, 2016, 10:40 a.m.(12/15/1004 AR)
The wickets set on the field
What language is this
Written By Eos
Oct. 26, 2016, 9:55 p.m.(12/13/1004 AR)
Written By Calypso
Oct. 26, 2016, 12:42 p.m.(12/12/1004 AR)
Eos will be holding a drinking contest at the Hall soon as well. I am glad he is doing his part to keep spirits high, but I am thankful I will be out of the city when it happens. I will be irate if my home smells of vomit when I return.
Written By Cicero
Oct. 26, 2016, 11:45 a.m.(12/12/1004 AR)
Responsibilities paused
Plans for ascension
Written By Gisele
Oct. 26, 2016, 10:15 a.m.(12/12/1004 AR)
But this is a silver lining. Surely it is. There is purpose here and it's for the best. Good will come of it. Even if that good is only the opportunity to rest my hands, preserve my supply of ink and paints, and practice speaking with real people.
How bad can it be?
Written By Orazio
Oct. 26, 2016, 9:37 a.m.(12/12/1004 AR)
This is an entirely personal entry, so if you were perusing my journals with hopes of another mini-sermon, you shall be disappointed. And yes, I am aware that no one does that, but leave an aging man his pleasures of the pen. I do not get to sermonize much in my current position.
I cannot remember the last time I was invited to a dinner that was not related to my duty as the Archlector, so the invitation I received from Lady Calypso was as rare as it was welcome. The hospitality was, as expected from the Lyceum, exquisite, but it was the company that made the night. Lord Eos, Lady Kima, and the courtier Master Saedrus rounded out the evening's guests, to my pleasure. I cannot say whether I made good company, for it has been a while, but for me, the evening was a most pleasant one.
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