Written By Francesca
Oct. 4, 2016, 8:31 p.m.(10/3/1004 AR)
I've arrived. What a journey, and what a city! I've moved into a room at the Crown Apartments and once settled will seek audience with Anastasio Belardi in the hopes of mentorship. Now... where to find him, I wonder?
Written By Joscelin
Oct. 4, 2016, 2:19 p.m.(10/2/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Morrighan
Talented, funny, doesn't charge near enough for her work.
Written By Calypso
Oct. 4, 2016, 1:54 p.m.(10/2/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Pietro
I met a man in the training room the other day. Pietro. His style was so energetically flamboyant, full of finesse and vigor. I knew the moment I saw him fight he was from the Lyceum. I may not indulge in the easy smile and the quick kind words Pietro does, but they are appreciated none the less. I offered to train with him and I hope he takes me up on the offer.
Written By Viktarkim
Oct. 4, 2016, 10:47 a.m.(10/2/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
Bubbly, talented jeweler. Lady Dawn's protege. Might become the Crafting Guildmaster. She still doesn't hold her drink too well.
Written By Viktarkim
Oct. 4, 2016, 10:46 a.m.(10/2/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Gareth
Hmmmm. Maybe less insightful than I had hoped. It may be that it is -he- who is the cockroach. Time will tell, Prince or no.
Written By Joscelin
Oct. 4, 2016, 3:25 a.m.(10/1/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Aureth
This poor man fell from the thighs of the world's most forth-right, demanding woman in existence.
I'd pity him if I weren't so amused.
I'd pity him if I weren't so amused.
Written By Joscelin
Oct. 4, 2016, 3:23 a.m.(10/1/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Myrinda
I am thankful of the tea I drink every morning, the same tea most women drink in this city. I don't know if my nerves could handle you as a grand-dam to my children.
My hair would be stark white before they turned five.
My hair would be stark white before they turned five.
Written By Myrinda
Oct. 4, 2016, 3:15 a.m.(10/1/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
Don't you attempt to use big words on me, little missy. If you are going to jump my son's bones, I'm only going to consider you lucky if you end up with a full belly.
Written By Joscelin
Oct. 4, 2016, 3:08 a.m.(10/1/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Myrinda
My darling lady, if a night of cavorting with your son leads to -just- a hangover, I would count myself lucky.
Written By Myrinda
Oct. 4, 2016, 2:35 a.m.(10/1/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Aureth
You are going to give me an aneurysm. Will that make you happy? Sending your mother into a home for doddering old fools?
I will not, however, object to grandchildren. I'm not going to live forever, you know.
I will not, however, object to grandchildren. I'm not going to live forever, you know.
Written By Myrinda
Oct. 4, 2016, 2:34 a.m.(10/1/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
My darling girl, I hope that you know what you are doing, getting yourself involved in the scamp of a son of mine. I will be sorely disappointed if either of you hurt each other.
But, you are old enough now. You are smart enough, now. I will not police your life. I only want what is best for you. That includes anything and everything you want, even if you wake up with a hangover.
But, you are old enough now. You are smart enough, now. I will not police your life. I only want what is best for you. That includes anything and everything you want, even if you wake up with a hangover.
Written By Joscelin
Oct. 4, 2016, 2:30 a.m.(10/1/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Myrinda
I forget how long I've known this woman; practically my whole life. It's an honor to know her.
Written By Morrighan
Oct. 4, 2016, 1:50 a.m.(10/1/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Fergus
I had a semi-brief meeting with the Prince - and to be honest I wasn't quite sure how it would go. Considering neither of us left The Spirits bloody or with missing teeth, I think it went well. Maybe he's not as bad as I initially thought. Fergus is a lot more of a behemoth up close than what he looks like at a distance...the distance was very deceptive. I need to order a little more fabric..
Written By Gareth
Oct. 4, 2016, 12:56 a.m.(10/1/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
A page intended to be tucked in a binder, left out for others to see...
A basket was left in my area by a practical in the House of Questions. Inside I found seven mewling kittens. Each kitten was roughly the same size, and I assume age, a few seconds apart at best but I have not seen a cat give birth in some time.
It caused me to reflect on what life would be like if all of our siblings were born at the same time, given that so much of our authority in the nobility comes from birth order. It seems to me it would be absolute chaos. Brother against brother, sister against sister, tragic really.
I recall watching kittens compete for their mothers milk, how they stepped upon each other, splaying their razor claws, the horrible indifference of nature. The horror of need taking precedence over sibling compassion. Some families in this great city behave little better than kittens.
Right now they are needy and relative to their productivity, rather expensive to care for in time and effort. This rather reminds me of the challenges facing the Lady of the House, and I find myself briefly sympathetic once again. The woman is a martyr.
One of the servants asked for a kitten for her child, I had a mind to demand the child's references, its prior history with any family pets. I had a mind to ask her, once received to explain any gaps in the child's care of the pets.
People ask for things from want, they often have no idea what responsibilities actually cost. We can't all be mindlessly in love can we? Someone has to watch the gates, don't they? When I give my friends moments to trifle with, the subject of distraction in some form or another always comes up. Is life so awful as to not face it each morning? But no, we must be distracted constantly, be it new clothing, or beautiful courtesans, or the temporary comfort found in pressing our flesh into each other. Oh yes, lets not forget this fantastic pre-occupation.
But I got distracted from kittens. Mouser's these, I can tell by the coats. The ones born to mouse have a natural camouflage suited for ambushing. The non-mousers are usually pretty. Well that about sums things up doesn't it, beware the giant ugly Shav banging SoAndSo; by the look of him he must be a great mouser.
A basket was left in my area by a practical in the House of Questions. Inside I found seven mewling kittens. Each kitten was roughly the same size, and I assume age, a few seconds apart at best but I have not seen a cat give birth in some time.
It caused me to reflect on what life would be like if all of our siblings were born at the same time, given that so much of our authority in the nobility comes from birth order. It seems to me it would be absolute chaos. Brother against brother, sister against sister, tragic really.
I recall watching kittens compete for their mothers milk, how they stepped upon each other, splaying their razor claws, the horrible indifference of nature. The horror of need taking precedence over sibling compassion. Some families in this great city behave little better than kittens.
Right now they are needy and relative to their productivity, rather expensive to care for in time and effort. This rather reminds me of the challenges facing the Lady of the House, and I find myself briefly sympathetic once again. The woman is a martyr.
One of the servants asked for a kitten for her child, I had a mind to demand the child's references, its prior history with any family pets. I had a mind to ask her, once received to explain any gaps in the child's care of the pets.
People ask for things from want, they often have no idea what responsibilities actually cost. We can't all be mindlessly in love can we? Someone has to watch the gates, don't they? When I give my friends moments to trifle with, the subject of distraction in some form or another always comes up. Is life so awful as to not face it each morning? But no, we must be distracted constantly, be it new clothing, or beautiful courtesans, or the temporary comfort found in pressing our flesh into each other. Oh yes, lets not forget this fantastic pre-occupation.
But I got distracted from kittens. Mouser's these, I can tell by the coats. The ones born to mouse have a natural camouflage suited for ambushing. The non-mousers are usually pretty. Well that about sums things up doesn't it, beware the giant ugly Shav banging SoAndSo; by the look of him he must be a great mouser.
Written By Dafne
Oct. 4, 2016, 12:44 a.m.(10/1/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Valkieri
Have irritated Lord Valkieri at least twice today by my count, although there could be some debate where it was separate irritations or one extended irritations. If I irritate him fifty times by month's end, will treat myself to new volume of poetry.
After all, Lady Cara is right. Irritating him is medicinal.
After all, Lady Cara is right. Irritating him is medicinal.
Written By Aislin
Oct. 4, 2016, 12:36 a.m.(10/1/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Gareth
I came across Prince Gareth carrying a basket of /kittens/, of all things, back to the Grayson estate. I ended up offering to help him, and carried the basket back part of the way. Unfortunately, at one point, a light-hearted joke was taken rather poorly, and he took the kittens stormed off. I suppose I've been away from the city too long; my sense of humor doesn't always align with everyone else's anymore.
(A shame that he got so angered, really, because I wouldn't have minded a kitten. They do make rather nice pets, and he seemed to have a surplus.)
(A shame that he got so angered, really, because I wouldn't have minded a kitten. They do make rather nice pets, and he seemed to have a surplus.)
Written By Pietro
Oct. 4, 2016, 12:34 a.m.(10/1/1004 AR)
I'm sure there's no blood at all on the marble.
Today was a pretty good day. Dueled with Duchess Nadia Nightgold. It was a very long match! Vincere tricked me into fighting with one hand behind my back and I almost fell over at one point but I still gave it my all. I feel good about it.
Well, bloody and sore, but good.
The city is glorious and huge and full of new faces and new things to do and there's a menagerie and the training center is big and full of dummies.
I scared Lady Cara half to death. I feel badly about that.
Today was a pretty good day. Dueled with Duchess Nadia Nightgold. It was a very long match! Vincere tricked me into fighting with one hand behind my back and I almost fell over at one point but I still gave it my all. I feel good about it.
Well, bloody and sore, but good.
The city is glorious and huge and full of new faces and new things to do and there's a menagerie and the training center is big and full of dummies.
I scared Lady Cara half to death. I feel badly about that.
Written By Joscelin
Oct. 3, 2016, 11:59 p.m.(10/1/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Myrinda
I may be a little in love with Myrinda Grayhope, Aureth Grayhope's wonderful mother.
Of course, I've been saying that for -years-.
It's still true. What a fine woman she is.
Of course, I've been saying that for -years-.
It's still true. What a fine woman she is.
Written By Joscelin
Oct. 3, 2016, 11:33 p.m.(9/28/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Gareth
Who doesn't love kittens? -Honestly-, no one has it in for the fluffy darlings more than the Prince Inquisitor.
...don't look at me like that. I'm completely serious. I wouldn't lie about something as important as this.
Did you write it down? Prince Gareth Grayson -adores- kittens. He will tickle kitten bellies all day.
He will even -smile-.
Just ask him. I left a whole basket of the fluffiest kittens I could find on his desk this morning. Some people like flowers as a way of apology, others weapons, still more like books.
If you want to appease Gareth, just give him a bouquet of live kittens.
...don't look at me like that. I'm completely serious. I wouldn't lie about something as important as this.
Did you write it down? Prince Gareth Grayson -adores- kittens. He will tickle kitten bellies all day.
He will even -smile-.
Just ask him. I left a whole basket of the fluffiest kittens I could find on his desk this morning. Some people like flowers as a way of apology, others weapons, still more like books.
If you want to appease Gareth, just give him a bouquet of live kittens.
Written By Sina
Oct. 3, 2016, 10:01 p.m.(9/28/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Rook
Master Rook, resident of the Whisper House and under the thumb of the Grayson family, is a charming man. The first of several lessons went well, teaching him the simplest of Thraxian court dances - I'm sure he'll learn many more in the future, not that we're the most spectacular showing of dancing prowess in the Compact.
His face is pleasant to look at, as well.
His face is pleasant to look at, as well.
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