Written By Michael
July 25, 2021, 10:03 p.m.(11/25/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Sabitha
My Aunt Sabitha has set to work redecorating Bisland Manor. She is rather nonplussed about whoever was making decorative decisions before she returned to Arx. She would probably be even more nonplussed if she came to discover that nobody was. Things just got set down places and servants were forced to make them look like they were meant to be there.
Written By Raymesin
July 25, 2021, 7:28 p.m.(11/25/1015 AR)
So Scarf has been helping clean rats out of someone's cellar, Scholar, as well as spending a great deal of time being the perfect fashion statement while digesting. I needn't have worried about the dog; they're getting on well, probably because the dog is a good source of warm while being too big to eat. Scarf has managed to carry a message for me, which is even better, and he's a hundred times more stylish than some over-pampered pooch.
My wife finds me the best presents.
My wife finds me the best presents.
Written By Raven
July 25, 2021, 6:58 p.m.(11/25/1015 AR)
I've yet to find a researcher who has nothing better to do but cater to my every whim and curiosity which is an excellent reminder how foolish I was not to be suspicious of one who did. Farewell free time, I shall remember you fondly. At the least I have had a few surprising offers from quite exceptional sorts so at least I needn't muddle along alone when it comes to seeking to expand my knowledge on the multitude of things I must know for all that is to come.
Written By Zoey
July 25, 2021, 6:52 p.m.(11/25/1015 AR)
It is the eve of my husband's thirtieth birthday today. There were many times I feared this blessed day would not come, but my heart is gladdened that he survived so many trials to reach this milestone. I may yet have the privilege of growing old with this man.
I am going to open a tab in the house's name at the Ebb and Flow and keep it open for thirty days for anyone who would care to raise a toast to him.
I am going to open a tab in the house's name at the Ebb and Flow and keep it open for thirty days for anyone who would care to raise a toast to him.
Written By Desiree
July 25, 2021, 5:44 p.m.(11/25/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Ilira
Congratulations on the new home.
There's some decorating to do but, I am sure, you will make it yours.
There's some decorating to do but, I am sure, you will make it yours.
Written By Ilira
July 25, 2021, 3:25 p.m.(11/25/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Dio
"Are hearts something one can shape on his own? Is it not set aflame, or protected or stolen by those whom he lets close enough to touch it?"
You tell me, lost one. I might have shown you the answer, but you left, and I had barely a moment to mourn before I learned I was mourning a lie. Relief isn't the word for it, that kind of detachment. It's a comfort to know who you weren't, but a painful and winding contemplation to also regard who you were. To me, to the rest.
Because I think you knew very well what it was to set hearts alight, you just couldn't harness your own flame. I understand, fire is a fickle thing with which to play. I suppose I only wish yours had been worth the burn.
I remember our first kiss on that mountaintop, our sole. I remember the hike up, and the tumble I took off that bough, and how hard we laughed together on that rockface. I remember every word we exchanged as you stoked the fire and I brewed the coffee. I remember your lips tasted of both. I am not ashamed to say, for those moments, I believed in who you pretended to be.
This writing is not from a place of grief. Rather, I wanted to recognize a story scrapped before it started. I felt my side of it deserved a voice. And despite myself, I needed to mourn the little nothings, what almost was and never would've been; I know now.
But you didn't steal my heart away with you, pirate. It's still sitting pretty right here, blazing and broken and beating, and that is a triumph unto itself. You came damn close, though. Perhaps you, wherever you are, can consider that a triumph too, and this a good riddance.
You tell me, lost one. I might have shown you the answer, but you left, and I had barely a moment to mourn before I learned I was mourning a lie. Relief isn't the word for it, that kind of detachment. It's a comfort to know who you weren't, but a painful and winding contemplation to also regard who you were. To me, to the rest.
Because I think you knew very well what it was to set hearts alight, you just couldn't harness your own flame. I understand, fire is a fickle thing with which to play. I suppose I only wish yours had been worth the burn.
I remember our first kiss on that mountaintop, our sole. I remember the hike up, and the tumble I took off that bough, and how hard we laughed together on that rockface. I remember every word we exchanged as you stoked the fire and I brewed the coffee. I remember your lips tasted of both. I am not ashamed to say, for those moments, I believed in who you pretended to be.
This writing is not from a place of grief. Rather, I wanted to recognize a story scrapped before it started. I felt my side of it deserved a voice. And despite myself, I needed to mourn the little nothings, what almost was and never would've been; I know now.
But you didn't steal my heart away with you, pirate. It's still sitting pretty right here, blazing and broken and beating, and that is a triumph unto itself. You came damn close, though. Perhaps you, wherever you are, can consider that a triumph too, and this a good riddance.
Written By Kiera
July 25, 2021, 3:23 p.m.(11/25/1015 AR)
This week has been trying but sucesses were had. I helped some Eurisi refugees in sanctum learn to read and write as part of volunteer efforts of heart in hand and helped however marginally to cur a friend's ailment
Written By Catriona
July 25, 2021, 2:42 p.m.(11/25/1015 AR)
My dearest sister,
I am sending my love across the lands to you, and yours. May your blessings continue.
With love,
Your twin
I am sending my love across the lands to you, and yours. May your blessings continue.
With love,
Your twin
Written By Catriona
July 25, 2021, 2:36 p.m.(11/25/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Arman
The Prince is a wise man, and I do not mind saying that he is quite charming for his later age. There is a sharpness of wit that has not been dulled by the years. I've no doubt that he has much to impart upon the right individual; I ought to inquire after his stance on Patronage.
Written By Audgrim
July 25, 2021, 2:14 p.m.(11/25/1015 AR)
Things have been fairly calm over summer - I've mostly been working with leathers, learned new techniques. Done some routine work for the Blades. I've got a new patron - Duchess Isabeau Telmar. I'm learning more about the Oathlands and the houses in it, all sort of new to me, but very interesting. I've been to the Telmarch for a job, which turned out more exciting than we expected, but nobody got hurt.
Got an interesting project in the works with regards to leather. Looking forward to that.
Got an interesting project in the works with regards to leather. Looking forward to that.
Written By Cesare
July 25, 2021, 2:05 p.m.(11/25/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Savio
Yesterday, Lord Savio spontaneously improvised the most charming poem about me. Well, Mockingbird Evaristo was playing, as well, so I suppose it could be both a poem and a song, really. In any case - this recitation was so delightful it ought to be my epitaph, I think, carved into a headstone for all to see for all of eternity to remember me by. If you see Lord Savio, do ask him to recite it for you.
Written By Ilira
July 25, 2021, 1:52 p.m.(11/25/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Cassiopeia
You could probably say that about a lot of the things I've done.
Yes, the line between bravery and foolishness is fine, and I often find myself straddling it. Take heed, you might be adventuring with me soon!
Yes, the line between bravery and foolishness is fine, and I often find myself straddling it. Take heed, you might be adventuring with me soon!
Written By Valencia
July 25, 2021, 1 p.m.(11/25/1015 AR)
His highness, Prince Patrizio has been a such a godsend in my Hart's latest endeavor to raise funds for good causes and we are now awaiting the final donations before announcing the tally to the world.
This part of the process I know is an important one, but I must admit impatience, despite it being a very good one.
I do not think it would have been half so successful if not for generosity of so many. To say that I am overjoyed that we can do this to help others is a terrible understatement. There is such inspiration in seeing so many people I know shine in this way.
What shall come next? I am not sure, though I do hope to invite others to join us again to help lead the way. But come what may, I know that with their support and good hearts that we shall always find way to help.
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This part of the process I know is an important one, but I must admit impatience, despite it being a very good one.
I do not think it would have been half so successful if not for generosity of so many. To say that I am overjoyed that we can do this to help others is a terrible understatement. There is such inspiration in seeing so many people I know shine in this way.
What shall come next? I am not sure, though I do hope to invite others to join us again to help lead the way. But come what may, I know that with their support and good hearts that we shall always find way to help.
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Written By Valencia
July 25, 2021, 12:34 p.m.(11/25/1015 AR)
It is always so good to see dear friends again. To be true, Wolfscout Rowenova and Missere Tarik are among some of those I hold dearest. To see them in my Hart once more brings a much needed breath of very good cheer. They remind me that love can blossom so beautifully if one is patient. To see them so close brings me much happiness and hope.
It was also a delight to see the Countess Thea. I delight in her chance at a happy family. To have such must be such a beautiful blessing. The Count, a very dashing figure himself, is so very lucky to have found such a formidable spouse to keep up with him.
And, Lord Kastelon of Keaton. So much can be said about him. He is quieter than, most but clever, quick and kind. When they say still waters run deep, I think they were thinking of him. He is such a calming and steady influence. I am grateful for his kind care as we venture into territory I am unsure of. Anyone who keeps his company will soon know the joy of his subtle humour and what it means to be noble of heart.
And of course, I cannot forget the newest arrival to my Hart, Missere Mark. He seems an interesting fellow. I only wish I had had more time to get to know him and learn of his nature. I hope that we shall be friends, but time will tell. I look forward to learning more of him.
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It was also a delight to see the Countess Thea. I delight in her chance at a happy family. To have such must be such a beautiful blessing. The Count, a very dashing figure himself, is so very lucky to have found such a formidable spouse to keep up with him.
And, Lord Kastelon of Keaton. So much can be said about him. He is quieter than, most but clever, quick and kind. When they say still waters run deep, I think they were thinking of him. He is such a calming and steady influence. I am grateful for his kind care as we venture into territory I am unsure of. Anyone who keeps his company will soon know the joy of his subtle humour and what it means to be noble of heart.
And of course, I cannot forget the newest arrival to my Hart, Missere Mark. He seems an interesting fellow. I only wish I had had more time to get to know him and learn of his nature. I hope that we shall be friends, but time will tell. I look forward to learning more of him.
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Written By Mabelle
July 25, 2021, 12:32 p.m.(11/25/1015 AR)
It is quite easy to let one rotten apple spoil the whole barrel. I would rather open the barrel, take out one apple at a time, shine those who are still hard and crisp and root out the rotten one.
My trust will not be misplaced again.
My trust will not be misplaced again.
Written By Amari
July 25, 2021, 12:11 p.m.(11/24/1015 AR)
To some news I can only find it in myself to lift my shoulders to all the way up to my ears, and then let them promptly fall back to level. A shrug is all such news is deserving of. It's funny, given how such things may have mattered quite dearly once to another Amari. Thankfully, that one isn't around any longer. Good riddance, I say. She was always a bit of an imposter and terribly easy to walk over. The lesson was finally learned, that my father so often tried to teach.
"Amari," he would say, "When people show you who they are, pay attention. Don't make excuses for them. Don't pretend they're what you hope they could be. Always watch and judge them for their deeds, never their words alone. Words are cheap and freely given. Deeds are dear and in their doing or not doing, everyone reveals their true character. Now finish reading chapters eleven through thirty five and if you fill your cousin's boots with porridge again, you will regret it."
"Amari," he would say, "When people show you who they are, pay attention. Don't make excuses for them. Don't pretend they're what you hope they could be. Always watch and judge them for their deeds, never their words alone. Words are cheap and freely given. Deeds are dear and in their doing or not doing, everyone reveals their true character. Now finish reading chapters eleven through thirty five and if you fill your cousin's boots with porridge again, you will regret it."
Written By Quenia
July 25, 2021, noon(11/24/1015 AR)
A week or more has passed since we explored that set of ruins and I am still just as giddy and overjoyed about what we found as the day we found it. I've talked to a handful of people since then, and stated digging into research of the Nefer'khat, since it seems the Igniseri has very, very old ties to them. It'll be interesting to see what we uncover.
Now I need to comprise a list of questions for Cufre, since I intend to be trying to make use of the Deathspeakers for the next part of our investigation. Talking to Ian the other day, one question was already formed. There are so many to choose from and it is hard to narrow them down.
I'm sure I'll find a way to do it though.
Now I need to comprise a list of questions for Cufre, since I intend to be trying to make use of the Deathspeakers for the next part of our investigation. Talking to Ian the other day, one question was already formed. There are so many to choose from and it is hard to narrow them down.
I'm sure I'll find a way to do it though.
Written By Zakhar
July 25, 2021, 11:46 a.m.(11/24/1015 AR)
Ever get to a point where silver is worthless? Information is better, we have what is needed to survive. And anything more is just a waste these days. Or is that simply my view of a very broken economy?
There was a very nice farmer that would sleep by the market. Always willing to help, always bringing by something in exchange for help in making a hand pie, or some other food. I miss them. They just wandered off.
I suppose that is the way of the world today, and no one cares about the mutterings of an old man.
There was a very nice farmer that would sleep by the market. Always willing to help, always bringing by something in exchange for help in making a hand pie, or some other food. I miss them. They just wandered off.
I suppose that is the way of the world today, and no one cares about the mutterings of an old man.
Written By Viviana
July 25, 2021, 10:58 a.m.(11/24/1015 AR)
Ever look at a swan and think: why?
Written By Thea
July 25, 2021, 9:58 a.m.(11/24/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Rowenova
I don't venture to the Hart as often as I would like, but Im glad I did the other night. Messere Rowenova was present. She's been gone ages it seems and I didn't realize how much I actually missed it. She's a great dance partner you know..
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