Written By Jophiel
July 25, 2021, 7:53 a.m.(11/24/1015 AR)
After speaking to Lady Mabelle and Duke Cristoph, I seemed to have found a very interesting concept. To date, I have worked with the less privileged, providing both physical and economical assistances. Yet, with every assistance I provide, I cannot help but wonder, what is the significance of these actions. They seem barely a drop in the desert - useful, but not very lasting.
To that end, Lady Mabelle and Duke Cristoph have raised fairly valid points on the development of the poor - the act of teaching skills. Why not share the skills in agriculture, provide rented lands to help them find a footing in this unkind world. As they develop and grow, will they not help to provide the same kindness back to the land, the people and the dukedom that provided the assistance in the first place.
I guess more thinking and discussing will be required for this.
To that end, Lady Mabelle and Duke Cristoph have raised fairly valid points on the development of the poor - the act of teaching skills. Why not share the skills in agriculture, provide rented lands to help them find a footing in this unkind world. As they develop and grow, will they not help to provide the same kindness back to the land, the people and the dukedom that provided the assistance in the first place.
I guess more thinking and discussing will be required for this.
Written By Klaus
July 24, 2021, 9:43 p.m.(11/23/1015 AR)
To my beautiful wife, I thank all the gods the babies look like you and not me, and may they take after you for a stronger, more worthy woman in the compact I do not know. I love you now to the stars touch the horizon and back and beyond.
Written By Klaus
July 24, 2021, 9:40 p.m.(11/23/1015 AR)
I have noticed every has wishes the mother and children well, but never the father. It has been a long nine months for me. I had a pregnant wife who has a very large and vicious axe and wicked temper. I am lucky she only took away my ale!
Written By Klaus
July 24, 2021, 9:38 p.m.(11/23/1015 AR)
I am a father!
I think I heard the world weep in fear....
I think I heard the world weep in fear....
Written By Klaus
July 24, 2021, 8:51 p.m.(11/23/1015 AR)
I have red spot all over my hunting leather, as if someone had flung paint at it, or I was freshly shot with an arrow. Not shot with an arrow (I think) and no one flung pain at me, so this has to be that damned sap, and it is all my cousin's fault. Now I need new hunting leathers.
Written By Ilira
July 24, 2021, 5:05 p.m.(11/23/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Mabelle
I feel the need to stress: that wasn't me. All I did was touch it!
Granted, I suppose a strange substance on an open wound is equivalent.
Granted, I suppose a strange substance on an open wound is equivalent.
Written By Rosalind
July 24, 2021, 2:08 p.m.(11/23/1015 AR)
The difference between dreams and reality...They feel the same and seem just as exhausting.
Written By Mabelle
July 24, 2021, 1:47 p.m.(11/23/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Gwenna
I did not even consider writing a will.
Perhaps I should.
Perhaps I should.
Written By Mabelle
July 24, 2021, 8:09 a.m.(11/22/1015 AR)
I understand the way to examine things is look at them closely, feel them, smell them, taste them.
It amazes me however how people are not concerned about letting things they are unfamiliar with into their mouths.
Maybe I spent too much time in the Lyceum.
It amazes me however how people are not concerned about letting things they are unfamiliar with into their mouths.
Maybe I spent too much time in the Lyceum.
Written By Gwenna
July 24, 2021, 7:41 a.m.(11/22/1015 AR)
I need to rewrite my will. Time has a way of taking away those we cherish or trust or hope to leave an impression on, mocking the words we put down under the assumption that we will return to the wheel before they do. Standing before my armoire, picking through my small jewelry chest...each thing with a bit of a memory attached to it. The heart of the north ring that my brother Artur gave me shortly after we were both sent from Farhaven to Arx - a simple treasure that makes me think of home and family. Could it inspire the same sort of feeling if given to someone else? Tinged with a sadness of how it came to be theirs? But what else might become of all these things if they aren't given away? This exercise is a bit wistful, overall, but does also inspire some wonderful memories I suppose. It is less about the items and more about saying, somehow, that a person mattered in my life.
Written By Sydney
July 23, 2021, 11:28 p.m.(11/21/1015 AR)
A failure to live up to expectations is little more than a failure to properly manage them.
When everyone is underwhelmed by what you present, they're often pleasantly surprised to find more than they'd bargained for.
When everyone is underwhelmed by what you present, they're often pleasantly surprised to find more than they'd bargained for.
Written By Thea
July 23, 2021, 10:43 p.m.(11/21/1015 AR)
What happens when you put a bunch of capable alchemists and physicians into one room? Success....So so much success.
Written By Noah
July 23, 2021, 8:31 p.m.(11/21/1015 AR)
It never ceases to amaze me how people respond to a smile. Or to a bat of eyelashes. Maybe even coy promises that disguise lies. Perhaps people just forget how great people have fallen from such high heights. That crashing so rough where they cared little about anyone but themselves.
Then people smile. They offer compliments. It's as if that's all you have to do anymore.
Of course, I rarely do any of these things and I'm okay in my corner of the world. I don't think myself more than I am. Others don't quite realize how less than they actually are. Strange times.
Then people smile. They offer compliments. It's as if that's all you have to do anymore.
Of course, I rarely do any of these things and I'm okay in my corner of the world. I don't think myself more than I am. Others don't quite realize how less than they actually are. Strange times.
Written By Titus
July 23, 2021, 7:13 p.m.(11/21/1015 AR)
The banns this week spoke about a newly formed house. A story of an arrogant and spoiled princess turned into a sharp and skillful Whisper, emerging as a newly minted Baroness. What a story of growth and rising from a setback to being re-recognised as a noble with the earned sole responsibility for a domain that has seen much setback. Acorns might be little things that can be trampled underfoot, but with care they can turn into the mighty oak. The renaming of the area to the Ardent Wood is a positive one, something that shows they might have the passion and enthusiasm to succeed where others were stricken down. I pray and very much hope that the Elwood family are given support to see them grow strong. A strong house means a strong Compact. May your house flourish, Baroness Natalia Elwood.
In other thoughts, I was thinking on heirloom weapons of houses.Heirloom weapons often are praised for their sharpness, or the swift way they piece, cut or bash. The stories that account for the glory that imbues their physical shape, earned through multiple wars or an epic struggle or particular set of battles.
As a Warmonger, weapons of war are things to marvel at but I feel that one ought to love what they represent and defend. Weapons wielded and war conducted without honour just is destruction for the sake of oblivion.
In other thoughts, I was thinking on heirloom weapons of houses.Heirloom weapons often are praised for their sharpness, or the swift way they piece, cut or bash. The stories that account for the glory that imbues their physical shape, earned through multiple wars or an epic struggle or particular set of battles.
As a Warmonger, weapons of war are things to marvel at but I feel that one ought to love what they represent and defend. Weapons wielded and war conducted without honour just is destruction for the sake of oblivion.
Written By Thea
July 23, 2021, 6:22 p.m.(11/21/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Drake
Pride comes in many forms. You can be proud of yourself. Your abilities, your possessions. And there is nothing wrong with that. However I'm learning to take more pride in others. I've always been proud of my family. Always. That will never ever change. Lately however, I'm finding pride in my husband. If you knew my husband when he first entered the city, you'd know he was a bit---flirtatious? Shied away from responsibility. One thing he ALWAYS had was a large heart. And would always step up when someone needed something. I think that's the Champion in him. This man has grown. He doesn't shy away from anything now. He steps up to EVERYTHING that comes his way, or others. Since he's taken the roll of Count, he's done nothing BUT step up. He's worked tirelessly for the people of Highhill like he's been born to do so. I'm so proud of him and everything he's been accomplishing.
Written By Zakhar
July 23, 2021, 5:52 p.m.(11/21/1015 AR)
Pieces of jewelry which many said were rather beautiful but outside of their purse have been randomly sent to another as a gift.
Another two pieces were made on a whim and are in a raffle. ten silver per entry. Thus far, I am at least learning who are cheap with their entries and who seek to help and pay for others entries. Which might appear to be weird, though can also be quite thoughtful...so I'm told.
The new pieces are again from my memories, so many of them spent floating in waters deeper than any should really have to think of what is beneath them.
And yet, I'm still here while all others around me were swallowed whole by either beast or life itself, which is another beast of its own.
I've spent a considerable amount of time exploring and was able to 'make' an addition to the other spot, it's a little more homey now maybe inviting. We'll find out if anything moves.
Yes. Stop squirming, I'll cut the ropes for you...
Another two pieces were made on a whim and are in a raffle. ten silver per entry. Thus far, I am at least learning who are cheap with their entries and who seek to help and pay for others entries. Which might appear to be weird, though can also be quite thoughtful...so I'm told.
The new pieces are again from my memories, so many of them spent floating in waters deeper than any should really have to think of what is beneath them.
And yet, I'm still here while all others around me were swallowed whole by either beast or life itself, which is another beast of its own.
I've spent a considerable amount of time exploring and was able to 'make' an addition to the other spot, it's a little more homey now maybe inviting. We'll find out if anything moves.
Yes. Stop squirming, I'll cut the ropes for you...
Written By Isabeau
July 23, 2021, 10:43 a.m.(11/20/1015 AR)
All it takes is a moment of truly seeing what is important and the way you saw something can change. A moment of truth and honesty and something makes sense again that felt wrong for so long. Has anyone else felt this before?
Written By Cesare
July 23, 2021, 10:43 a.m.(11/20/1015 AR)
These past two or so weeks I've had my head down a bit more than usual. Focused on the less glamorous aspects of Whisperhood, you might say - yes, those exist. Certainly nothing interesting enough that it bears repeating here. Most of the anecdotes worth repeating are amusing but relatively trivial; an example: I was luxuriating in a rather hedonistic, lengthy bath last night with the fire blazing, and my rooms became quite lovely and toasty. By the time I'd decided to stifle the fire a bit, I later realized, it was already far too late, and what started as pleasantly toasty very rapidly became ovenlike. I had to open the window, and there I was, with a fire going and the window open at the same time, stripping clothing off again in an effort to find equilibrium. I have not - thus far - had complaints about the change of seasons, but in this instance my inexperience caught up with me rather abruptly.
Another anecdote - perhaps a threat, or an enticement, depending on how one feels, I suppose. My dear Lady Medeia premiered another delightful creation from the Saikland distillery this week, a digestif with the most complex herbal flavor, very aromatic and rather delightfully bitter. I can imagine it in a number of cocktails. Maybe with mint, or ginger. At the event, we somehow got on the topic of birds, and I confessed I occasionally consider obtaining a pet swan. Not least because of their fearsome and unpleasant reputation. Imagine what an excellent determent to unwanted company a swan would make! Anytime I'm feeling moody, I could simply set the swan on guard duty. Nobody would dare come near for fear of being buffeted, pinched, and pecked to death.
I'll be traveling soon to the Mourning Isles, to Eswynd Rock, to support my patron's projects. I am quite looking forward to it, despite assuredly knowing I will freeze my Southern fingers and toes right off, no doubt. The way Lady Medeia has described the austere beauty of the isle is something I suspect will provide a great deal of fodder for inspiration. More and more, the longer I am in Arx, the greater my longing for new experiences. Don't mistake my meaning; I could find beauty in the smallest and most familiar of things endlessly, but the breadth and sheer expansiveness of the wonder of the world which is available to me is simply stunning. Enriching, if you will. Even if I were never to use it directly in any music I wrote, I'm certain that it would still make itself known in me me and in any creative work I produce.
Another anecdote - perhaps a threat, or an enticement, depending on how one feels, I suppose. My dear Lady Medeia premiered another delightful creation from the Saikland distillery this week, a digestif with the most complex herbal flavor, very aromatic and rather delightfully bitter. I can imagine it in a number of cocktails. Maybe with mint, or ginger. At the event, we somehow got on the topic of birds, and I confessed I occasionally consider obtaining a pet swan. Not least because of their fearsome and unpleasant reputation. Imagine what an excellent determent to unwanted company a swan would make! Anytime I'm feeling moody, I could simply set the swan on guard duty. Nobody would dare come near for fear of being buffeted, pinched, and pecked to death.
I'll be traveling soon to the Mourning Isles, to Eswynd Rock, to support my patron's projects. I am quite looking forward to it, despite assuredly knowing I will freeze my Southern fingers and toes right off, no doubt. The way Lady Medeia has described the austere beauty of the isle is something I suspect will provide a great deal of fodder for inspiration. More and more, the longer I am in Arx, the greater my longing for new experiences. Don't mistake my meaning; I could find beauty in the smallest and most familiar of things endlessly, but the breadth and sheer expansiveness of the wonder of the world which is available to me is simply stunning. Enriching, if you will. Even if I were never to use it directly in any music I wrote, I'm certain that it would still make itself known in me me and in any creative work I produce.
Written By Medeia
July 23, 2021, 10:19 a.m.(11/20/1015 AR)
There comes a point where one has added so much to something that it is no longer that something and becomes something else.
I expressed this in regard to spirits - the liquid kind which we drink. An example being the Fernerra produced in Saikland. Though it starts with grapes, like wine, it has many additional ingredients and a different finishing process. It is not a wine. It cannot be called a wine, even if it might start out similarly.
And it seems to apply in other areas. Add enough length and frill to a blouse? It is a dress. Add meat and vegetables to broth? Soup. Add training and conviction to a swordsman? Knight. (Sometimes.)
It stands to reason that, inversely, if you take enough away from something that it will cease to be that something and become something else.
Be mindful of creating desperation.
I expressed this in regard to spirits - the liquid kind which we drink. An example being the Fernerra produced in Saikland. Though it starts with grapes, like wine, it has many additional ingredients and a different finishing process. It is not a wine. It cannot be called a wine, even if it might start out similarly.
And it seems to apply in other areas. Add enough length and frill to a blouse? It is a dress. Add meat and vegetables to broth? Soup. Add training and conviction to a swordsman? Knight. (Sometimes.)
It stands to reason that, inversely, if you take enough away from something that it will cease to be that something and become something else.
Be mindful of creating desperation.
Written By Arman
July 23, 2021, 9:57 a.m.(11/20/1015 AR)
Rumors of my relatives rising from their graves is certainly unsettling. They all had one thing in common as well. Those relatives that is.
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