Written By Viktarkim
Oct. 23, 2016, 3:22 p.m.(12/3/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Sophie
Solace Healer, she came to tend to my injuries after Prince Fergus beat me soundly in sparring. Despite some awkward moments, she seemed to know what she was doing. My appreciation for her services.
Written By Edain
Oct. 23, 2016, 3:19 p.m.(12/3/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Damon
I was very glad to get the chance to speak with Lord Damon Wyrmgard recently. The Wyrmgard's have long been among our most competent and loyal vassals, and this is exemplified in the young Lord. The call of the scholar is his passion, and I am proud of him for following his heart. He has also has not neglected the skills of knighthood however, and he is a great swordsman. In fact it seems to come to him with an unfair natural ease. Some might even be a bit jealous of the ease with which he seems to pick up everything he does. I mean not me off course, that would just be silly for me to be jealous just because he's dedicated large sections of his life to study and is still a better swordsman than me. So in short I am not jealous, but some people might be.
Written By Edain
Oct. 23, 2016, 3 p.m.(12/3/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Calypso
I had the opportunity to meet Calypso Malvici recently and it was an eye opening experience. She certainly affects the typical fashion of the Lyceum (though a bit more? functional I guess in the right word), but when I spoke with her I was surprised to find a woman of military discipline, with the gravitas of a veteran officer. She is someone that Princess Marian might actually like, which believe me is a rare thing. I think she will be a general to watch in the future. We could use more of those in these dark days.
Written By Edain
Oct. 23, 2016, 2:25 p.m.(12/3/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Natalia
I love our Grayson allies, they have always been the kind of friends to the Valardin that might as well be family. But they are called badgers for a reason. They are often? dour, fierce and bold, and frequently brooding loners. Then there is Princess Natalia. Princess Natalia is nothing if not exuberant, and defies every expectation one might have about the Grayson, but she is also very refreshing because of this. And she carries that mirth on what are still the long suffering (metaphorically) broad Grayson shoulders. People will enjoy themselves and see the beauty in life if she has to drag them to fun kicking and screaming.
Written By Deva
Oct. 23, 2016, 1:40 p.m.(12/3/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Barric
I first met the Sword of Bastion at a brawl my family hosted. He didn't hold back his punches, something I most appreciated! It's the only way you can get any better, after all. When it comes to politics, we seem to be of a similar mind: no thanks. So we serve our families in our own ways, and can manage a drink without insufferable formalities. He is a most excellent sparring partner, and I hope our friendship will strengthen the ties of our great houses.
Written By Orazio
Oct. 23, 2016, 1:30 p.m.(12/3/1004 AR)
To the Faithful Reader:
I have been told that I am "too stern", and "too serious", nearly from the first moment that I entered the priesthood. I am not certain that I understand either of these accusations - although the fact that so many people have repeated them does suggest a certain truth behind them. Just this morning, a woman and her child came to beseech the shrine of the Sentinel, and I asked of their concerns. Although the woman spoke of the injustice she faced - and eloquently - the child hid behind his mother's skirt. When I inquired as to why, he said, voice muffled by the fabric of her dress, "Too scary." I am not certain what I did to provoke such a response.
Regardless, I will look into the matter of concern that was brought to me. If I must frighten people, at least I can use it to achieve good effects.
I have been told that I am "too stern", and "too serious", nearly from the first moment that I entered the priesthood. I am not certain that I understand either of these accusations - although the fact that so many people have repeated them does suggest a certain truth behind them. Just this morning, a woman and her child came to beseech the shrine of the Sentinel, and I asked of their concerns. Although the woman spoke of the injustice she faced - and eloquently - the child hid behind his mother's skirt. When I inquired as to why, he said, voice muffled by the fabric of her dress, "Too scary." I am not certain what I did to provoke such a response.
Regardless, I will look into the matter of concern that was brought to me. If I must frighten people, at least I can use it to achieve good effects.
Written By Dawn
Oct. 23, 2016, 11:23 a.m.(12/3/1004 AR)
People have asked me, more than once, what my father was like. Not as a King but as a man. So many years have passed since his death that I imagine it's difficult to remember the smaller details, those things about a person that lay a foundation for the greater stories that linger when they're gone.
I also imagine that those who ask expect that I will tell them of the man being very different from the mask and title he wore when out in public. That, when the crown came off, and the robes of state, and the doors closed behind us, he was someone else entirely. But that was not the case.
King Alaric III was a stern man, someone who bore the weight of his responsibilities whether in the public eye or out of it. I cannot claim he was closer to me than anyone else, because there was always a sense of distance there. At table, at his desk, even in those moments when I caught him on the floor, playing with my brother and his toys, I had a sense that part of his mind was elsewhere. Now that I've taken up my own duties, I do understand. One needn't be draped in the trappings of office to still feel the tug and demand of responsibility; they're always there.
But as focused and separate as he could be, he had a quick and clever mind, and a sense of humour which made all of us hope for the flash of his smile, or the sound of his laughter. To win the simplest glance of approval from him was the prize of my childhood. To share his company, even in silence, Father at his desk with his work, me in a chair with my lessons, was enough to keep me glowing through a day, certain of his pride and love for me.
When we were alone, he spoke to me as if he knew the person I would become one day. He spoke as if he trusted the woman I would be could understand him, in that moment. I didn't, always, but it made me wish to work harder, to grow faster, and to develop the confidence he moved through his life with so I could help shoulder some of the burdens he carried.
I was not given that chance, nor was he given the opportunity to see his children become the people he hoped they would be. And I am not so sentimental as to think he would approve of all I've done or become. My father was not a man inclined to softness, or fits of sentimentality, at least where I could see.
But I do think he would temper his disapproval with understanding, just as I try to when viewing the decisions he made.
He was a good man. He was a better King. He was taken from us too soon, and perhaps one day I will know why that was.
I also imagine that those who ask expect that I will tell them of the man being very different from the mask and title he wore when out in public. That, when the crown came off, and the robes of state, and the doors closed behind us, he was someone else entirely. But that was not the case.
King Alaric III was a stern man, someone who bore the weight of his responsibilities whether in the public eye or out of it. I cannot claim he was closer to me than anyone else, because there was always a sense of distance there. At table, at his desk, even in those moments when I caught him on the floor, playing with my brother and his toys, I had a sense that part of his mind was elsewhere. Now that I've taken up my own duties, I do understand. One needn't be draped in the trappings of office to still feel the tug and demand of responsibility; they're always there.
But as focused and separate as he could be, he had a quick and clever mind, and a sense of humour which made all of us hope for the flash of his smile, or the sound of his laughter. To win the simplest glance of approval from him was the prize of my childhood. To share his company, even in silence, Father at his desk with his work, me in a chair with my lessons, was enough to keep me glowing through a day, certain of his pride and love for me.
When we were alone, he spoke to me as if he knew the person I would become one day. He spoke as if he trusted the woman I would be could understand him, in that moment. I didn't, always, but it made me wish to work harder, to grow faster, and to develop the confidence he moved through his life with so I could help shoulder some of the burdens he carried.
I was not given that chance, nor was he given the opportunity to see his children become the people he hoped they would be. And I am not so sentimental as to think he would approve of all I've done or become. My father was not a man inclined to softness, or fits of sentimentality, at least where I could see.
But I do think he would temper his disapproval with understanding, just as I try to when viewing the decisions he made.
He was a good man. He was a better King. He was taken from us too soon, and perhaps one day I will know why that was.
Written By Saedrus
Oct. 23, 2016, 3:48 a.m.(12/2/1004 AR)
I do apologise for so few entries of late, in the last few days past I have been out of sorts and not felt up to much outside of my apartment. Something though did bring me to smile enough that I wished to make note of it. I was woken by a delivery boy early this morning, and not having expected anything was surprised to discover it was a present! The brooch is a stunning pearl set in silver, the craftsmanship in and of itself is noteworthy and I doubt it comes as a surprise that it is the work of the Jeweller, Mistress Joscelin Arterius. And the note she sent with the gift detailed it was commissioned by an admirer, which is remarkably sweet. If indeed the admirer chose the pearl themselves, they must have an exquisite taste for all things precious, or a remarkable eye for quality.
It reminds me that it is not always the great deeds that change the world, or make the greatest impact. Sometimes all that is needed is a little act of kindness, a gift, or encouraging word, to make another's day that little bit brighter.
It reminds me that it is not always the great deeds that change the world, or make the greatest impact. Sometimes all that is needed is a little act of kindness, a gift, or encouraging word, to make another's day that little bit brighter.
Written By Saedrus
Oct. 23, 2016, 3:26 a.m.(12/2/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Eos
Lord Eos Saik is a diligent man, an honourable knight, and venerable commander of the men in his company. It was without hesitation that I agreed to be his protege, and I am humbled that he thought enough of me to ask. That is not to say I cannot comprehend the rationale behind his offer, but that is neither here nor there. I am without doubt he will expect of me the same he does of himself, or any of his soldiers, albeit in a very different capacity. I only hope I can live up to his expectations of me.
Written By Saedrus
Oct. 23, 2016, 3:25 a.m.(12/2/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Sophie
Princess Sophie Valardin makes for the most charming company when taking a garden stroll. Not only charming, but she has a very broad knowledge of the plants and flowers that make up the stunning gardens of Axr. I look forward to learning more about her over tea.
Written By Saedrus
Oct. 23, 2016, 3:25 a.m.(12/2/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Calypso
Lady General Calypso Malvici is a woman quite unique. I have enjoyed her company on more than one occasion now, and hope that there are many more opportunities yet to come. She has been kind enough to offer to teach me the how not to maim myself with a blade; I feel that is proof enough of the woman's patience and bravery. And even though I do not see myself being the next great sword fighter, I can foresee how I might integrate what she teaches me into dance.
Written By Saedrus
Oct. 23, 2016, 3:23 a.m.(12/2/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Sylvie
From what I have seen of Lady Sylphie, she is a pragmatic woman with both refinement and grace to her credit. I look forward to future gown shopping and more evenings with fine wine, conversation, and sweet desserts.
Written By Saedrus
Oct. 23, 2016, 3:20 a.m.(12/2/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Ianthe
Mistress Ianthe has a fine eye for quality, which is something I very much appreciate, and will have to seek out her opinion on fabrics for future ensembles. I am certain she has many stories to tell, and I hope to hear more of them in time.
Written By Natalia
Oct. 23, 2016, 12:46 a.m.(12/2/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Ralston
Sir Ralston was an amusing tea companion. That is all that one can ask for isn't it? I must admit while I am sure he is full of himself, it matches my confidence as well. It was a good time to be had. I am sure we shall see each other again.
Written By Natalia
Oct. 23, 2016, 12:44 a.m.(12/2/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Darren
If I were to think of Redrain, I would think of Darren. He was a great host and a wonder to his home. Of course, he'll help me with my sword play. I cannot wait to meet this bear of his. It makes me feel that perhaps I should have something as well. What would fit me?
He is a fun man and I am sorry he was pulled away, but we have promises to meet up again.
He is a fun man and I am sorry he was pulled away, but we have promises to meet up again.
Written By Cicero
Oct. 23, 2016, 12:21 a.m.(12/1/1004 AR)
A welcome meeting
In a maze. There forever?
Bushes, too thorny.
In a maze. There forever?
Bushes, too thorny.
Written By Natalia
Oct. 23, 2016, 12:20 a.m.(12/1/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Donella
I am claiming her a true friend. I know she is Thraxian and perhaps I should be wary, but I find myself enjoying her. There is a delight in such and even though we have not known each other long; I think we both like the personality of the other. We also share a lot of the same views on society and the our places in it.
Written By Natalia
Oct. 23, 2016, 12:16 a.m.(12/1/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Freja
The woman is a scout, I'm not fully sure what goes into scouting in the North. She did tell me of the beauty of the snows and I do believe that I like this woman. She will be coming to the fashion meeting that her cousin cannot. The woman is a delight and I have found that she's always striving to be better. It is something that I can relate to.
Written By Kima
Oct. 23, 2016, midnight(12/1/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Abbas
My mother was wont to push upon me poetry as a young girl. As any parent, she was desirous that I be not merely well-read, but well-rounded. While I confess that I did not take to it as well as she may have hoped (or even liked), I have actually retained much of it. This particular refrain came to mind after a conversation I had the other day with prince Abbas Thrax:
Yes, the prow of the sailing ship bites the foaming sea
Filled with steel-gray vigor is every man’s soul
When the gusts blow foam-white waves overhead
The men are not afraid, dread has no meaning for them
When the Reaver’s eye swallows the blood-red dawn
Then free is our spirit and free is our soul
Yes, the prow of the sailing ship bites the foaming sea
Filled with steel-gray vigor is every man’s soul
When the gusts blow foam-white waves overhead
The men are not afraid, dread has no meaning for them
When the Reaver’s eye swallows the blood-red dawn
Then free is our spirit and free is our soul
Written By Kima
Oct. 22, 2016, 10:35 p.m.(12/1/1004 AR)
While dining with a dear friend this evening, I came to the sudden, horrible realization that he has absolutely no concept of what makes something merely a melty cheese trap opposed to a melty meat and cheese trap. I stress that there is a vital and important difference, in that one is only cheese. It might possess several cheeses, but nothing else. Anything else transforms the melty cheese trap into what I, for brevity's sake, simply call a melt.
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