Written By Lucita
July 10, 2021, 8:54 p.m.(10/23/1015 AR)
Tonight I finally got to spend a little time with Ariella and Luis. Seems years since the three of us managed to grab a few minutes together. And we hugged and talked and drank and exchanged stories. It brought home how much I love and missed them.
Written By Rosalind
July 10, 2021, 8:53 p.m.(10/23/1015 AR)
Got to attend one of the Sanna's children's birthday parties today! And a cake fight broke out, which seems to be a normal thing from the sounds of it. It was a lot of fun and I'm glad I ventured over! Makes me miss having all my siblings in one place at the same time.
Written By Thea
July 10, 2021, 8:41 p.m.(10/23/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Medeia
You could do what I did. I had a rather large bed made for Finn. Although---Now with two dogs, I think I'll have to work on that and get two made. But from the looks of it, Strawberry may be larger and need her own sofa.
Written By Valencia
July 10, 2021, 6:11 p.m.(10/23/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Graham
The loss of one of my oldest and dearest friend sits very heavy in my heart. I cannot find words. I feel only loss.
The world around me shatters and echoes of empty spaces where those I care for should be. I miss them so deeply that it pierces through me like an ice cold shaft.
Cannot think. Cannot breath. Don't want to feel.
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The world around me shatters and echoes of empty spaces where those I care for should be. I miss them so deeply that it pierces through me like an ice cold shaft.
Cannot think. Cannot breath. Don't want to feel.
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Written By Medeia
July 10, 2021, 10:38 a.m.(10/22/1015 AR)
There is, it seems, a word for everything. Across all the places of Aion, in all the languages to have been spoken or written or gestured, it is likely that all worldly experience has a word to fit it.
For instance, the back of the knee? You know, that hollow at the bend? Hough. The word for that is "hough." Or kneepit, if you insist.
And yet? I cannot find a word to describe the feeling of having a dog wake you up by licking your entire face. I suppose this is entirely my own fault for letting Butterpup sleep in the bedroom. She does help keep the house from feeling so empty, though. I'm starting to warm up to this "having pets" thing.
For instance, the back of the knee? You know, that hollow at the bend? Hough. The word for that is "hough." Or kneepit, if you insist.
And yet? I cannot find a word to describe the feeling of having a dog wake you up by licking your entire face. I suppose this is entirely my own fault for letting Butterpup sleep in the bedroom. She does help keep the house from feeling so empty, though. I'm starting to warm up to this "having pets" thing.
Written By Giada
July 10, 2021, 9:32 a.m.(10/22/1015 AR)
Be careful what you read.
Written By Giada
July 10, 2021, 8:59 a.m.(10/22/1015 AR)
The ship's final sea test is today. If I down, there are several people that I'm going to haunt...
Written By Aelgar
July 10, 2021, 8:56 a.m.(10/22/1015 AR)
Finally. Action joins talk as the Compact's various forces begin to roll. Including poor Brother Aelgar, as I am going to expand my practice and training. I was able to help Lord Vitalis with a wound without dropping the sutures, I advanced Griz's training so he no longer stares baffled when I command him to silence, and I actually had an arrow leave the bow in a forward direction this week. Oh, and I am to be tested for the Explorers, where serious training can begin. I suppose none of this would impress a trained knight or experienced Explorer, but I am allowing myself a pat on the back. Plus the new sloop design trials today and if we can avoid sinking it, we will have a blockade runner that can get the medics and their supports to distant locations faster and more reliably than any previous transport managed. All in all, I am feeling thrilled to see the plans begin to lumber into motion.
Written By Sydney
July 10, 2021, 8:05 a.m.(10/22/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Viviana
I don't recommend (one, body) new, as it tends to raise questions.
Written By Achard
July 9, 2021, 4:54 p.m.(10/21/1015 AR)
Stalwart held his longest charge yet while carrying me in full armor. He is an amazing horse even for an Oathlands mount. I will need to take him out on one of these field expeditions soon. He is ready for battle. Still have not gotten by sword from Felix, but I am sure it is coming. We will soon have the chance to ride into combat together. I am also working on my own endurance, which seems a laughable statement following discussion of the horse's endless reserves, but I have been out training all day several times lately without flagging.
Written By Sydney
July 9, 2021, 4:52 a.m.(10/20/1015 AR)
The worst nightmares are the most plausible ones.
I woke thrashing at the air, a scream on my lips. I'd gotten myself tangled up in my own sheets, and the bottle that had been my partner for the evening was still half-filled and corked on the mattress. I'd rolled myself right on top of it.
Oh, no, no. It's not as though it was broken, mind you. I didn't roll my way on top of broken glass. The brain has a way of interpreting the merest poke against one's back as an assault when engaged in nightmare, however.
I need a drink. Or to drink less. Some happy medium of both?
Regardless, that particular bottle is ineligible for consideration, after I flung it from the bed. I hope I won't be finding shards of glass with my feet. At least it was a clear liquor, so I needn't worry about stains.
I woke thrashing at the air, a scream on my lips. I'd gotten myself tangled up in my own sheets, and the bottle that had been my partner for the evening was still half-filled and corked on the mattress. I'd rolled myself right on top of it.
Oh, no, no. It's not as though it was broken, mind you. I didn't roll my way on top of broken glass. The brain has a way of interpreting the merest poke against one's back as an assault when engaged in nightmare, however.
I need a drink. Or to drink less. Some happy medium of both?
Regardless, that particular bottle is ineligible for consideration, after I flung it from the bed. I hope I won't be finding shards of glass with my feet. At least it was a clear liquor, so I needn't worry about stains.
Written By Sorrel
July 8, 2021, 7:59 p.m.(10/19/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Jaenelle
For my beloved sister-in-law, who will have to inquire if certain people's hunting experiences differed from this:
They went to the woods to hunt the bears
Possibly scares, but certainly bears.
They rode through the trees to find the prey.
They rode all day but found no prey.
They set up their tents to sleep as gents
The servants raised tents to house the gents.
They sat with their booze around the fire
They piled it higher to drink by the fire
The very next day, they went away
Back to the city, they went to stay
As to the bears, they felt secure
Hunted no more, they were always secure.
They went to the woods to hunt the bears
Possibly scares, but certainly bears.
They rode through the trees to find the prey.
They rode all day but found no prey.
They set up their tents to sleep as gents
The servants raised tents to house the gents.
They sat with their booze around the fire
They piled it higher to drink by the fire
The very next day, they went away
Back to the city, they went to stay
As to the bears, they felt secure
Hunted no more, they were always secure.
Written By Raven
July 8, 2021, 4:23 p.m.(10/19/1015 AR)
If you see Prince Raimon Thrax you should buy him a drink. He'd buy you one! Offering balm to distressed damsels and injured Veterans of war alike! So if you see a Prince Raimon buy the man a drink!
Written By Piccola
July 8, 2021, 11:26 a.m.(10/18/1015 AR)
On horsemanship:
Horsemanship is the perfect understanding and harmony between horse and rider. A horse will never tire of a rider who possesses both tact and sensitivity because they will never be pushed beyond their possibilities. The trust between horse and rider is based on the same rules that regulate our society: by virtuous command, on faith, and with the understanding that the healthy have a duty to support the sick and tired.
Horsemanship therefore is not merely a matter of physical skill, but also the intellect. Good horsemanship is based on proper character development, which is a matter of mentality and spirit. Without the correct attitudes and insights, there is no such bond, as there is no society to speak of.
Horsemanship is the perfect understanding and harmony between horse and rider. A horse will never tire of a rider who possesses both tact and sensitivity because they will never be pushed beyond their possibilities. The trust between horse and rider is based on the same rules that regulate our society: by virtuous command, on faith, and with the understanding that the healthy have a duty to support the sick and tired.
Horsemanship therefore is not merely a matter of physical skill, but also the intellect. Good horsemanship is based on proper character development, which is a matter of mentality and spirit. Without the correct attitudes and insights, there is no such bond, as there is no society to speak of.
Written By Quenia
July 8, 2021, 8:06 a.m.(10/18/1015 AR)
I never knew that exploration could be quite so fun. Truly. Honestly.
Sure, sure there was loads of dirt and grime. But there were loose stones, keys, and secret doors too.
What? Where did I go you ask? To a holding we found on Igniseri lands. A home that had a dedicated library. And oh, oh the books. How many there might have been if age and time had not ruined them!
But there was one book that we found which managed to survive. I found myself lost within its pages, reading over the bits and pieces we were able to find.
Igniseri. . . is far older than I could have ever imagined. There were other things too, but those things are best left for another time, once we've dug a bit more into our history and can confirm those things mentioned. And even then, those things may not be destined for the Whites.
Only time will tell. In the meantime, I will be leading the family research into the Nefer'khat and the primasens, since they may be part of our history.
Sure, sure there was loads of dirt and grime. But there were loose stones, keys, and secret doors too.
What? Where did I go you ask? To a holding we found on Igniseri lands. A home that had a dedicated library. And oh, oh the books. How many there might have been if age and time had not ruined them!
But there was one book that we found which managed to survive. I found myself lost within its pages, reading over the bits and pieces we were able to find.
Igniseri. . . is far older than I could have ever imagined. There were other things too, but those things are best left for another time, once we've dug a bit more into our history and can confirm those things mentioned. And even then, those things may not be destined for the Whites.
Only time will tell. In the meantime, I will be leading the family research into the Nefer'khat and the primasens, since they may be part of our history.
Written By Zoey
July 8, 2021, 12:08 a.m.(10/18/1015 AR)
On this day, the seventeenth day of the tenth month of the year 1015 After Reckoning, I leave the following instructions in the event of my sudden return to Death's embrace:
The intricately forged ancient steel recurve bow that I have held in trust for young Lief Kennex will continue to be held in trust by House Kennex until he reaches the age of majority.
Roar, the steel and Blackwood bow depicting a lion rampant, will be returned to House Bisland, to then be awarded to another worthy scion selected by Duke Michael or his successor.
The contents of my personal library are to be donated to the Great Archive of Vellichor. My Black Journals are to remain sealed.
My assets are to be transferred from my personal account to the account of House Kennex, to be put to good use by my successor as Minister of Coin and the Head of the House.
What remains of my personal items, barring anything interred with me or claimed by my husband, Lord Ian Kennex, will be locked in trunks and placed in storage until the day after my youngest sons, Lords Elowyn and Azrael, reach the age of majority. On that day, with all of my children present, they may distribute my belongings as they see fit.
The intricately forged ancient steel recurve bow that I have held in trust for young Lief Kennex will continue to be held in trust by House Kennex until he reaches the age of majority.
Roar, the steel and Blackwood bow depicting a lion rampant, will be returned to House Bisland, to then be awarded to another worthy scion selected by Duke Michael or his successor.
The contents of my personal library are to be donated to the Great Archive of Vellichor. My Black Journals are to remain sealed.
My assets are to be transferred from my personal account to the account of House Kennex, to be put to good use by my successor as Minister of Coin and the Head of the House.
What remains of my personal items, barring anything interred with me or claimed by my husband, Lord Ian Kennex, will be locked in trunks and placed in storage until the day after my youngest sons, Lords Elowyn and Azrael, reach the age of majority. On that day, with all of my children present, they may distribute my belongings as they see fit.
Written By Lucita
July 7, 2021, 7:30 p.m.(10/17/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Graham
Graham is gone? I have known him for about eight years, back when he spent much of his time at the Golden Hart. He held Princess Valencia in such high esteem. He taught me a little about dodging, took me on walks and picnics after my first husband's death to drag me out of my to-long retreat into the recesses of the tower. We were friends though have not seen much of him since he inherited a holding to manage.
Written By Viviana
July 7, 2021, 7:04 p.m.(10/17/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Maris
Hope you weren't eaten by a shark. Though, I don't actually know if you sail. Perhaps -- I hope you didn't get eaten by a land-shark. A glittery one.
Written By Michael
July 7, 2021, 6:30 p.m.(10/17/1015 AR)
I'm just now managing to open my birthday presents. Whoever sent me frogs or frog-adjacent items, I hope you stub your toe daily.
Written By Zakhar
July 7, 2021, 4:10 p.m.(10/17/1015 AR)
I brought the dancing serpents out of my memories and put them to a bracelet. Master Ripley was kind enough to help me price it out. Though no one has bought it yet.
Then I had an idea to make garrotes into lovely necklaces. One of which sold right away.
Clive?
Is it possible that people would rather have murderous jewelry over something pretty to wear?
The jewelry ideas are selling, though I'm gonna head back to make some soup. It's the right time of year for it. Something warm, filling. It's not as if I don't have the taters for it. That nice lad Everett brought a whole sack by the other day, then asked about hand pies and if I had any secrets.
It was a very nice conversation in the kitchen. Unlike the other one where the nob kept suggesting the Inquisition might want to have a chat. Just a moment away from the outside, in a warm kitchen, around the hearth discussing roasts of meats, rootie vegetables, and the foods that keep our bellies full.
Clive, did you know that in the Oathlands they sell their best and eat the left overs. If there is any? That seems counter productive. You've done all that work. You should be able to have something good from it, instead of what ever is left.
Alright. I'm heading back to the kitchen.
Yes. I'll let them know that you got tied up again.
Then I had an idea to make garrotes into lovely necklaces. One of which sold right away.
Clive?
Is it possible that people would rather have murderous jewelry over something pretty to wear?
The jewelry ideas are selling, though I'm gonna head back to make some soup. It's the right time of year for it. Something warm, filling. It's not as if I don't have the taters for it. That nice lad Everett brought a whole sack by the other day, then asked about hand pies and if I had any secrets.
It was a very nice conversation in the kitchen. Unlike the other one where the nob kept suggesting the Inquisition might want to have a chat. Just a moment away from the outside, in a warm kitchen, around the hearth discussing roasts of meats, rootie vegetables, and the foods that keep our bellies full.
Clive, did you know that in the Oathlands they sell their best and eat the left overs. If there is any? That seems counter productive. You've done all that work. You should be able to have something good from it, instead of what ever is left.
Alright. I'm heading back to the kitchen.
Yes. I'll let them know that you got tied up again.
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