Written By Acacia
June 6, 2016, 7:23 p.m.(9/9/1003 AR)
Relationship Note on Dorian
Dorian? Of course I'm not close with him. Why would you think I was close with him? Tch. We just happen to run into each other a lot and he tends to be a lot of fun to be around when that happens. Why? Did he catch your eye? He has a habit of doing that, doesn't he?
Written By Margot
June 6, 2016, 1:14 p.m.(9/9/1003 AR)
Relationship Note on Calista
Calista is a darling. For a woman who is supposed to be nothing but trouble she is sweet and endearing, and wonderful company. I never thought I would find so much pleasure in spending time with the Lyceam ladies.
Written By Ferrando
June 5, 2016, 11:46 p.m.(9/7/1003 AR)
Relationship Note on Acacia
I might not have met Acacia if it wasn't for that stone that conveniently came flying when she ducked. I didn't, and we had a decent laugh over it. Since then, we've sent messengers back and forth enough to know that even if she might be up to something, she can be interesting company and I wouldn't mind running into her again, down in the Lower Boroughs.
Written By Ravna
June 5, 2016, 9:19 p.m.(9/7/1003 AR)
My Luck!
Could you imagine, could you, that My Twin, has a Cousin? A COUSIN! Just as I! The Bearded Beard, whom at first might be the gruffest fuck whos ass be sore or throttled -- and turns to be chaffed, and vigorous. One cannot have slaughter without laughter, eh! Eh. I think. Victory was his name, I think, I know positively, and surely enough I think if this man ever thought to hire a Stick? I'd ask Greyhat to go join him, too. Fuck it, yeah?
Saw the Seraph again, once more, I did. I am now truly positive she fancies me, yeah, she keeps recounting every lyric of her Faith and - I must say - she tries. She truly tries. Truly, dually, and it is -- lovely to behold, if not humorous. One day, she will drink with me, I think. I know.
Could you imagine, could you, that My Twin, has a Cousin? A COUSIN! Just as I! The Bearded Beard, whom at first might be the gruffest fuck whos ass be sore or throttled -- and turns to be chaffed, and vigorous. One cannot have slaughter without laughter, eh! Eh. I think. Victory was his name, I think, I know positively, and surely enough I think if this man ever thought to hire a Stick? I'd ask Greyhat to go join him, too. Fuck it, yeah?
Saw the Seraph again, once more, I did. I am now truly positive she fancies me, yeah, she keeps recounting every lyric of her Faith and - I must say - she tries. She truly tries. Truly, dually, and it is -- lovely to behold, if not humorous. One day, she will drink with me, I think. I know.
Written By Ravna
June 5, 2016, 9:17 p.m.(9/7/1003 AR)
Prince Lucky was born when a Prince might be born my Twin, me very best companion of drink and tyrannical terrible trouble. Valrawl? I'd count my Twin amongst my most beloved of Family, and, bekid not, The Rich Kid can handle his drink and laughter hand-in-hand with just as little fear.
This same night I might meet The Tallest of Pretties; a Seraph whos cloud-borne head could not be anyless admirable than the stone-like stance, I think, I do believe, of her faith. I am postiive she fancies me.
This same night I might meet The Tallest of Pretties; a Seraph whos cloud-borne head could not be anyless admirable than the stone-like stance, I think, I do believe, of her faith. I am postiive she fancies me.
Written By Ravna
June 5, 2016, 9:13 p.m.(9/7/1003 AR)
Could you imagine, now, imagine, that my first time, my first free breath, I run into my cousin-not-cousin slid into the most lovely outfit of leather and just barely able to handle the way in which her cousin-not-cousin can perform such amazing feats, his zest, my zest, for life?
Recounting with Family is good for the soul, I think. I hope. I know, I think.
Recounting with Family is good for the soul, I think. I hope. I know, I think.
Written By Ailith
June 5, 2016, 6:56 p.m.(9/6/1003 AR)
Arx is incomprehensively vast, even just the Ward of the Compact a mess of throughfairs, boulevards, ways and numerous other strange terms for streets. I have done my way to map the core of the city at least, which will hopefully prevent me from wandering lost:
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Written By Acacia
June 5, 2016, 2:19 a.m.(9/4/1003 AR)
The beginning is always the hardest time. This is when the groundwork is set that decides whether or not you're going to be a player or a fraud. Well, I guess that's the almost beginning, huh? The time that comes right after the beginning?
The beginning would have to be back when Father was strung up by the Iron Guard, even if I'd bet hard coin in those rumors which said that he was set up. There was always someone wandering around, watching what they didn't have and trying to figure out how to snatch it for themselves. That's the circle we live in. I get this. You get too much of a good thing and someone's going to want a piece. And he did good things. Well. Good for the family things, which counts just as much, if not more. Rencio Culler. There was a certain pride there. Not that I was trying to ride in his shadow as much as make my own, but you couldn't deny enjoying that it was constantly there.
But now I'm back. And something about that Lower Borough grit seems a little bit sweeter than it had previously. I get that taking that extended leave of absence might not supply excessive good will in those I left behind, but I'm working on reattaining that and it can't be said that me splitting town for awhile hasn't brought helpful things for everyone. Now it's just a matter of protecting what you have by any means necessary, while keeping your throat intact at the same time. So first comes the groundwork. And then? All the rest.
The beginning would have to be back when Father was strung up by the Iron Guard, even if I'd bet hard coin in those rumors which said that he was set up. There was always someone wandering around, watching what they didn't have and trying to figure out how to snatch it for themselves. That's the circle we live in. I get this. You get too much of a good thing and someone's going to want a piece. And he did good things. Well. Good for the family things, which counts just as much, if not more. Rencio Culler. There was a certain pride there. Not that I was trying to ride in his shadow as much as make my own, but you couldn't deny enjoying that it was constantly there.
But now I'm back. And something about that Lower Borough grit seems a little bit sweeter than it had previously. I get that taking that extended leave of absence might not supply excessive good will in those I left behind, but I'm working on reattaining that and it can't be said that me splitting town for awhile hasn't brought helpful things for everyone. Now it's just a matter of protecting what you have by any means necessary, while keeping your throat intact at the same time. So first comes the groundwork. And then? All the rest.
Written By Acacia
June 5, 2016, midnight(9/4/1003 AR)
Relationship Note on Fergus
Running into him in the market was a little ballsy, even for me, but it's proven to be well worth it. Who would've thought that such a bold venture would've ended up with the rare humor or drink shared. I wouldn't dare to loiter around enough to try to tarnish his reputation, of course, and it isn't as if I don't know my place here. But there's a certain accord there. Maybe because my life doesn't mean as much in the grand scheme of things, eh? It's a frail thing at the moment, but perhaps time will strengthen it. Or perhaps it will break. Who knows?
Written By Ailith
June 4, 2016, 4:56 p.m.(9/3/1003 AR)
Conducting myself amongst the highest of nobility is difficult, their viewpoints alien, their perspectives coming across as squewed and priorities strange indeed. What is expected of me? This is my new battlefield however and though I am ill equipped for it I must do my best and let my heart guide me in my actions.
There is only one path and that is the path of Truth, do the right thing because it is right. The purpose of life is to be amongst those who renew the world, to make the world progress toward perfection.
How best to guide the world toward perfection? A whim of some high lord or lady can change the lives of thousands yet they do not know the fundamental truth, that for most of their subjects, the greatest goal they can aspire to is that their family will never know hunger.
There is only one path and that is the path of Truth, do the right thing because it is right. The purpose of life is to be amongst those who renew the world, to make the world progress toward perfection.
How best to guide the world toward perfection? A whim of some high lord or lady can change the lives of thousands yet they do not know the fundamental truth, that for most of their subjects, the greatest goal they can aspire to is that their family will never know hunger.
Written By Niccolo
June 4, 2016, 11:48 a.m.(9/3/1003 AR)
Relationship Note on Viviana
I can't tell how seriously Viviana takes things or not. She laughs too easily, mocks too easily, and seems to treat life like it's some kind of big game, or even joke. Still, I have to believe there's a reason Belladonna made her the Voice of the Pravus family, so I'm willing to see if there's more than jokes and games with this one before I make my mind about her.
Written By Niccolo
June 4, 2016, 11:43 a.m.(9/3/1003 AR)
Relationship Note on Valencia
Alda's daughter is feisty. I can see why Carlotta thought she might thrive with Redrain. You would think Valencia would see the opportunity there, but I either she doesn't or she likes to pretend she doesn't. I'm admittedly not sure which it is yet. She is shrewd, she is smart, she is passionate though and sometimes prone to rash decisions. Still, she is family, and I do care for her, even if she can't quite see it yet.
Written By Victus
June 4, 2016, 8:08 a.m.(9/2/1003 AR)
Relationship Note on Arianwen
She seems to think the toughs of the lower boroughs should be feared, and that her connection to them makes her special. It doesn't. Her singing voice, her beauty, her general sassy attitude makes her special. But not so special a lord's guard is going to ram the butt of his weapon into her face one day to teach her a lesson, and there'll go her teeth and there'll go her beauty, and she's lucky she'll not get strangled out of her singing voice, too. That's the way the world works, kid. Its always safer to keep your head down. Not that I'd ever take that fucking advise myself either.
Written By Viviana
June 4, 2016, 6:36 a.m.(9/2/1003 AR)
Relationship Note on Valencia
I really can't imagine how Valencia manages to always seem so calm and happy when we all know she has to return to that hairy beast of a Notherner husband every night. It makes me shudder just to think of it, shudder and make sure I'm valuable enough to the family that nobody is ever tempted to marry me off like that.
Written By Viviana
June 4, 2016, 6:12 a.m.(9/2/1003 AR)
I've arrived in Arx after being appointed Voice of Pravus. So far I'm enjoying the city, lots of new people to scandalize or duel. Still need to get to know most of the important players so I can start to work in earnest but am looking forward to the challenge.
Written By Morrighan
June 4, 2016, 12:48 a.m.(9/1/1003 AR)
It has come to my attention today that some nefarious servant has been frolicking about the estate grounds - more specifically, Lady Drea's garden. Bottles strewn about in an awful mess! Don't they know where the taverns are? Why, one servant was even seen taking a bath in the Princess' pool! (Note: Never set foot in the pool. Don't ever touch the pool. I swear I could see fire in my lady's eyes!) Those rambunctious troublemakers best hope I don't catch them, I'll give them a good wallop. (My Lady gave me permission, this is most fortuitous.)
Written By Fergus
June 4, 2016, 12:29 a.m.(9/1/1003 AR)
Met a woman who goes by the name of Acacia in the city center, she is a curious sort. I am certain she may be a bit of a mar on social circles for me, but she is interesting. She seems to have some sort of desire to be in my employ to be some sort of buffer to the annoyances of people constantly approaching asking for things or wanting to talk about the most trivial of things. However it works out, might be interesting to talk with her a time or two more.
Written By Victus
June 3, 2016, 8:47 p.m.(9/1/1003 AR)
I heard a song today, and it deserves to be immortalized. Had me laughing outta my chair. I'm sure that wasn't all to do with the drinking I've been doing most of the day:
'How about this: let me tell you a story about a dragon, Your Lordship.
You see, a dragon has come to our village today.
We've asked him to leave, but he won't go away.
Now he's talked to our queen and they worked out a deal.
No homes will he burn and no thieves will he kill.
Now there is but one catch, we dislike it a bunch...
Twice a year he invites him a virgin to lunch.
Well, we've no other choice, so the deal we'll respect.
But we can't help but wonder and pause to reflect.
Do virgins taste better than those who are not?
Are they salty, or sweeter, more juicy or what?
Well?
Do virgins taste better than those who are not?'
Naw, not that I've found.
'How about this: let me tell you a story about a dragon, Your Lordship.
You see, a dragon has come to our village today.
We've asked him to leave, but he won't go away.
Now he's talked to our queen and they worked out a deal.
No homes will he burn and no thieves will he kill.
Now there is but one catch, we dislike it a bunch...
Twice a year he invites him a virgin to lunch.
Well, we've no other choice, so the deal we'll respect.
But we can't help but wonder and pause to reflect.
Do virgins taste better than those who are not?
Are they salty, or sweeter, more juicy or what?
Well?
Do virgins taste better than those who are not?'
Naw, not that I've found.
Written By Valencia
June 3, 2016, 6:23 p.m.(8/28/1003 AR)
Relationship Note on Niccolo
Uncle Niccolo recently lost his wife and while I'm terribly sorry for his loss, it's not like everyone doesn't know she's the one that sent me off to the icy North through no real fault of my own. Thankfully, I've taken well to the North and my own good fortune has brought me south again to Arx, but I can't help remembering that he didn't protest my being shipped off to ice, snow, and uncertainty. I mean to forgive him, really I do. Eventually. Maybe.
Written By Victus
June 3, 2016, 4:01 p.m.(8/28/1003 AR)
Relationship Note on Donella
I like my little cousin. She's got bone in her nose, a willingness to make things happen. She understands these foppish fucking Arx ways better than anyone else in the family save Donrai. Unlike Dagon she's not delusional, unlike Valerius she's not lazy. If she was born a man I'd happily take her orders. But she's not, so I'll just take her advise instead when I feel like it, unless she's speaking with Uncle's voice. It really is a fucking pity, though.
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