Written By Revell
Feb. 27, 2020, 4:40 a.m.(11/1/1012 AR)
(A copy of this note is attached to all Revell's older notes that have even just a passing mention of the Faith within them.)
So, I've realised three fundamental truths about myself. Not a pretty thing, I can tell you that, but something that needed to happen sooner rather than later.
1) I preach honesty and I will continue to do so. Lies feel like poison to my tongue. However, I am awful at.. well.. words. Things I say from the heart are more often than not misunderstood and any points I have are missed, but the fault lies entirely on me. I will learn how to.. word better.
2) I am too curious for my own good. Where some people may be happy to sit down with me and give me the answers I need, some people decidedly are not. I should not force the latter camp to accomodate me. I have found someone willing to answer my questions. (Dianna, if you read this, know that I am more grateful than the snot covered mess you saw the other day could ever express.)
3) I am really scared.
I really hope this clears a few things up with those my Journals may have offended. But, just in case.. to really hammer it in - I am sorry, I didn't mean to, I'll do better.
So, I've realised three fundamental truths about myself. Not a pretty thing, I can tell you that, but something that needed to happen sooner rather than later.
1) I preach honesty and I will continue to do so. Lies feel like poison to my tongue. However, I am awful at.. well.. words. Things I say from the heart are more often than not misunderstood and any points I have are missed, but the fault lies entirely on me. I will learn how to.. word better.
2) I am too curious for my own good. Where some people may be happy to sit down with me and give me the answers I need, some people decidedly are not. I should not force the latter camp to accomodate me. I have found someone willing to answer my questions. (Dianna, if you read this, know that I am more grateful than the snot covered mess you saw the other day could ever express.)
3) I am really scared.
I really hope this clears a few things up with those my Journals may have offended. But, just in case.. to really hammer it in - I am sorry, I didn't mean to, I'll do better.
Written By Revell
Feb. 27, 2020, 4:28 a.m.(11/1/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Valdemar
It appears that I haven't managed to get my point across sufficiently, Duke.
Something I have come to realise that I am exceedingly bad at, and that's something I am going to have to work at. But I am going to try one last time in hopes that it might save me some face.
When I suggest it may be more useful to focus on the cause of the anger, I did not mean it so literally. Bad weather? Late breakfast? Trivial things to get angry about and I'm sure that's why you used them as an example.
What I wanted to express is..
Gosh, writing like this is really difficult. Do people normally put this much thought into every words? Tangent, I'm sorry. I've already started this over several times and I am running a little low on paper, and I'm desperate to finish this.
What I wanted to express is my desire for people to be honest with themselves and look /past/ the anger. Say, if late breakfast and bad weather 'pissed you off', it probably has nothing to do with the weather or the breakfast. It probably has nothing to do with you feeling angry - it might, but it might not.
Say, for instance.. A random married man finds that his wife has hidden many letters of questionable nature in a hidden compartment in their house. Nothing is direct enough to serve as undeniable evidence that she is cheating, but he suspects she might be. Suddenly, any turn in the weather seems like the end of the world and the late breakfast causes him to snap at the servant bringing it to him.
Again, he might /just/ be angry. Angry is a comfortable feeling for many, it can feel Just and it is relatively easy to manage (in my own opinion). But say, maybe it doesn't make him angry. Maybe it makes him sad.
He really trusted his wife, and if she was ever lacking in love and affection from him, he always hoped she would talk to him rather than look elsewhere for it. Maybe he is even ready to forgive her so long as she choses /on her own/ to open up to him about the reasons why she strayed. He loves her so dearly, after all.
If sadness is what is causing him to spiral and he never acknowledges this, his anger might turn volitile as no matter how much he meditates on it and uses other coping mechanism, it just.. continues to gnaw and gnaw and gnaw at him until there is very little else left.
Now, I admit that the event I attended was /not/ the place to even attempt to say this. Turning up was the result of an invitation in the spur of the moment and I did not have the time to find out what the proper etiquette would be. My bad. I am happy to admit that I am entirely at fault there.
And for all I know, people may very well have been doing exactly as I hoped in their own mind, even if they didn't utter a word about it. I sincerely hope that is the case.
(In a weird, roundabout way. Me standing up and speaking my mind is such a way was me coming to terms with some of my own anger and frustration as well. I just.. did not do it in the most socially acceptable way. I'll learn.)
Something I have come to realise that I am exceedingly bad at, and that's something I am going to have to work at. But I am going to try one last time in hopes that it might save me some face.
When I suggest it may be more useful to focus on the cause of the anger, I did not mean it so literally. Bad weather? Late breakfast? Trivial things to get angry about and I'm sure that's why you used them as an example.
What I wanted to express is..
Gosh, writing like this is really difficult. Do people normally put this much thought into every words? Tangent, I'm sorry. I've already started this over several times and I am running a little low on paper, and I'm desperate to finish this.
What I wanted to express is my desire for people to be honest with themselves and look /past/ the anger. Say, if late breakfast and bad weather 'pissed you off', it probably has nothing to do with the weather or the breakfast. It probably has nothing to do with you feeling angry - it might, but it might not.
Say, for instance.. A random married man finds that his wife has hidden many letters of questionable nature in a hidden compartment in their house. Nothing is direct enough to serve as undeniable evidence that she is cheating, but he suspects she might be. Suddenly, any turn in the weather seems like the end of the world and the late breakfast causes him to snap at the servant bringing it to him.
Again, he might /just/ be angry. Angry is a comfortable feeling for many, it can feel Just and it is relatively easy to manage (in my own opinion). But say, maybe it doesn't make him angry. Maybe it makes him sad.
He really trusted his wife, and if she was ever lacking in love and affection from him, he always hoped she would talk to him rather than look elsewhere for it. Maybe he is even ready to forgive her so long as she choses /on her own/ to open up to him about the reasons why she strayed. He loves her so dearly, after all.
If sadness is what is causing him to spiral and he never acknowledges this, his anger might turn volitile as no matter how much he meditates on it and uses other coping mechanism, it just.. continues to gnaw and gnaw and gnaw at him until there is very little else left.
Now, I admit that the event I attended was /not/ the place to even attempt to say this. Turning up was the result of an invitation in the spur of the moment and I did not have the time to find out what the proper etiquette would be. My bad. I am happy to admit that I am entirely at fault there.
And for all I know, people may very well have been doing exactly as I hoped in their own mind, even if they didn't utter a word about it. I sincerely hope that is the case.
(In a weird, roundabout way. Me standing up and speaking my mind is such a way was me coming to terms with some of my own anger and frustration as well. I just.. did not do it in the most socially acceptable way. I'll learn.)
Written By Revell
Feb. 26, 2020, 7:22 a.m.(10/27/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Hamish
SUBJECT: NAME PENDING
I have a lot to say about this person, except it isn't about him at all. Not truly. Not if I take a long, hard moment to think about it.
No, this is more about me and my beliefs, and how they often collide with the Pantheon Faith.
The first time this happened, it was during a Meditation of Reflections taking place in the Shrine to the Thirteenth. I admit, I should not have gone anywhere near, but I was invited by one of the hosts and I couldn't very well leave Lord Dycard Blackshore's side till he'd paid me for the flowers he asked for.
But I digress.. I shouldn't have been there, and I saw nothing within my own reflection. So, instead of meditating, I listened. And, I got angry.
It was clear that those present were there to face their Sins, there to express emotions they were struggling with, to acknowledge them and to find a way to move on from them - or use them to their benefit, in some cases.
But everyone was being so frustratingly vague. Okay, so, you are /angry/, but why? Are you sure it is actually anger you feel and not just the emotion you have chosen to feel and express because you have yet to face the true cause of your turmoil? Being angry is easy. Being angry has its uses. Being angry is a call to action. But, it is often a result of something else, something much deeper...
So, I stood up and said as much. Or I wanted to, at the very least. I wanted to encourage those present to look past their anger, to be honest and straight forward despite what the concequences may be.
I am pretty sure I just rambled on and on and very few actually understood what I was trying to express.
Then, I was told politely that it was neither the time nor place, and, well.. I don't think I have ever felt more embarrassed and humiliated in my life.
Why am I talking about this here? Because /this man/ was there, and before leaving he decided to ruthlessly point out my ignorance. Now I really want to learn more about the Pantheon, and if you can't detect my sarcasm-- well, blame the fact that this is writing.
The next time I met him was within the Murder of Crows and I pondered, out loud, about my distaste for the Faith of the Pantheon encouraging the people of the Compact to lie through their teeth and hide their true beliefs, or at the very least only engage in their faith in a way that the Pantheon deems fit.
It.. did not go down well. I would love to have this dicussion with a Follower, but not this one. Definitely not this one. Entirely too lacking in the empthy departent to be able than do anything than make me view the Pantheon in a worse and worse light for each word he utters.
And I /want/ to understand. I truly want to learn.
Ah, well.
(( Meditations on Reflections: Rage Event = https://play.arxgame.org/dom/cal/detail/3964/ ))
I have a lot to say about this person, except it isn't about him at all. Not truly. Not if I take a long, hard moment to think about it.
No, this is more about me and my beliefs, and how they often collide with the Pantheon Faith.
The first time this happened, it was during a Meditation of Reflections taking place in the Shrine to the Thirteenth. I admit, I should not have gone anywhere near, but I was invited by one of the hosts and I couldn't very well leave Lord Dycard Blackshore's side till he'd paid me for the flowers he asked for.
But I digress.. I shouldn't have been there, and I saw nothing within my own reflection. So, instead of meditating, I listened. And, I got angry.
It was clear that those present were there to face their Sins, there to express emotions they were struggling with, to acknowledge them and to find a way to move on from them - or use them to their benefit, in some cases.
But everyone was being so frustratingly vague. Okay, so, you are /angry/, but why? Are you sure it is actually anger you feel and not just the emotion you have chosen to feel and express because you have yet to face the true cause of your turmoil? Being angry is easy. Being angry has its uses. Being angry is a call to action. But, it is often a result of something else, something much deeper...
So, I stood up and said as much. Or I wanted to, at the very least. I wanted to encourage those present to look past their anger, to be honest and straight forward despite what the concequences may be.
I am pretty sure I just rambled on and on and very few actually understood what I was trying to express.
Then, I was told politely that it was neither the time nor place, and, well.. I don't think I have ever felt more embarrassed and humiliated in my life.
Why am I talking about this here? Because /this man/ was there, and before leaving he decided to ruthlessly point out my ignorance. Now I really want to learn more about the Pantheon, and if you can't detect my sarcasm-- well, blame the fact that this is writing.
The next time I met him was within the Murder of Crows and I pondered, out loud, about my distaste for the Faith of the Pantheon encouraging the people of the Compact to lie through their teeth and hide their true beliefs, or at the very least only engage in their faith in a way that the Pantheon deems fit.
It.. did not go down well. I would love to have this dicussion with a Follower, but not this one. Definitely not this one. Entirely too lacking in the empthy departent to be able than do anything than make me view the Pantheon in a worse and worse light for each word he utters.
And I /want/ to understand. I truly want to learn.
Ah, well.
(( Meditations on Reflections: Rage Event = https://play.arxgame.org/dom/cal/detail/3964/ ))
Written By Revell
Feb. 26, 2020, 7:17 a.m.(10/27/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Leola
SUBJECT: DAME LEOLA ALLENATORE
Dame Leola reminded me how quickly an opinion can change of somebody based on a single sentence, or in this case, two.
I want to preface this by saying that she likely did nothing wrong, and most of this is a result of my own sensitive, overemotional nature. I hope you read this and that's what you take away from it all.
"Revell sure is prone to overthinking, isn't she? Who has the time to be this up in arms about a misunderstanding?"
Nevertheless, this is /my/ journals, and I will document the good sides of myself as well as the bad, and you can't stop me! Honesty is difficult, and bloody, and embarrassing, and awful. But I aim to be honest anyhow.
When i first met Dame Leola in the Murder of Crows, she seemed pleasant enough. She spoke of her Lodges and the wonderful wildlife growing all around them all year round. I still hope I get to see it sometime. She even seemed happy to help me find a cart heading out there, and maybe I could even meet the person who takes care of the flora.
But then, in an instant, it all changed.
"I really don't want to be here for a brawl, this is why I don't come to the Lowers."
There is so much to unpack in that sentence alone. On one hand, no brawl actually took place - a boy let off some steam and a man and a bard diffused the situation in seconds. Secondly, she didn't even consider all the lives of people who don't have the choice to leave the Lowers. She spoke as if going to the Lowers was a frivelous past time, like going to the park or something equally as unimportant. It came off as arrogant, pretentious.
And then!
"Three times I've been here. Three times, there's been a fight. If it's not a common feature, it's something I'm blessed with."
She doesn't seem to understand the concept of a coincidence. It happened to her three times, therefore it has to be because SHE was present and SHE is the center of the universe. Otherwise, it had to be something that happens ALL THE TIME for it to make sense.
I know, I know. It was likely no more than a passing remark, with no malice or thought put behind it. Or maybe there was, in which case I appreciate the honesty. Truly, I am not sure why I got riled up by it. Her thoughts, opinions.. they should all be unimportant to me.
It might have to do with not eating properly since that incident at the Shrine of the Thirtheeth. As it turns out, I get hangry. (Get it? It's hungry and angry, combined!)
Dame Leola reminded me how quickly an opinion can change of somebody based on a single sentence, or in this case, two.
I want to preface this by saying that she likely did nothing wrong, and most of this is a result of my own sensitive, overemotional nature. I hope you read this and that's what you take away from it all.
"Revell sure is prone to overthinking, isn't she? Who has the time to be this up in arms about a misunderstanding?"
Nevertheless, this is /my/ journals, and I will document the good sides of myself as well as the bad, and you can't stop me! Honesty is difficult, and bloody, and embarrassing, and awful. But I aim to be honest anyhow.
When i first met Dame Leola in the Murder of Crows, she seemed pleasant enough. She spoke of her Lodges and the wonderful wildlife growing all around them all year round. I still hope I get to see it sometime. She even seemed happy to help me find a cart heading out there, and maybe I could even meet the person who takes care of the flora.
But then, in an instant, it all changed.
"I really don't want to be here for a brawl, this is why I don't come to the Lowers."
There is so much to unpack in that sentence alone. On one hand, no brawl actually took place - a boy let off some steam and a man and a bard diffused the situation in seconds. Secondly, she didn't even consider all the lives of people who don't have the choice to leave the Lowers. She spoke as if going to the Lowers was a frivelous past time, like going to the park or something equally as unimportant. It came off as arrogant, pretentious.
And then!
"Three times I've been here. Three times, there's been a fight. If it's not a common feature, it's something I'm blessed with."
She doesn't seem to understand the concept of a coincidence. It happened to her three times, therefore it has to be because SHE was present and SHE is the center of the universe. Otherwise, it had to be something that happens ALL THE TIME for it to make sense.
I know, I know. It was likely no more than a passing remark, with no malice or thought put behind it. Or maybe there was, in which case I appreciate the honesty. Truly, I am not sure why I got riled up by it. Her thoughts, opinions.. they should all be unimportant to me.
It might have to do with not eating properly since that incident at the Shrine of the Thirtheeth. As it turns out, I get hangry. (Get it? It's hungry and angry, combined!)
Written By Revell
Feb. 26, 2020, 6:50 a.m.(10/27/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Anisha
SUBJECT: ANISHA WHISPER
A woman of secrets, that much is obvious. And I am sure most of them have an awfully dark twist to them, but alas, /that/ is just speculation.
I've enjoyed the few meetings I've had with her, to an extend.
Anisha is a very charitable woman and from what I can tell, this is due to her devotion to Gild. I know that I should approve of acts of charity, I know that she is /technically/ being a good person, and the type of person more should strive to be like.
But I loathe feeling like a charity case. I came to Arx to /work my way up/, not be given a shortcut. I want to prove to the people that I am hard working and reliable, and that any fame I may earn is not because someone with a lot of coin took a liking to me.
And then there's the fact that charity to me never felt like charity, and more like a thing the rich do to feel like they are good people. There are many ways to spend that silver on things that could make a more permanent change than handing it over to an inhabitant of the Lowers.
Another thing that irked me was her need to apologise for her friend, Lady Leola, after she spouted something that also irked me. It was a very diplomatic actions, I understand, and a solid attempt at smoothing things over before any animosity bloomed.
Unfortunately, it backfired on me. I was a little miffed at Lady Leola, but not mad by any means. Far from it. But Anisha's actions saw to it that I now think even less of the Lady. If she is sorry, she should use her own darn words.
Hm. This turned into a bit more of a rant than I intended. I do hope I managed to make it clear that I habour no negative feelings for the Whisper woman - I mean, the things I complained about are things any normal person would consider high praise!
My opnions on things are simply.. different, is all.
A woman of secrets, that much is obvious. And I am sure most of them have an awfully dark twist to them, but alas, /that/ is just speculation.
I've enjoyed the few meetings I've had with her, to an extend.
Anisha is a very charitable woman and from what I can tell, this is due to her devotion to Gild. I know that I should approve of acts of charity, I know that she is /technically/ being a good person, and the type of person more should strive to be like.
But I loathe feeling like a charity case. I came to Arx to /work my way up/, not be given a shortcut. I want to prove to the people that I am hard working and reliable, and that any fame I may earn is not because someone with a lot of coin took a liking to me.
And then there's the fact that charity to me never felt like charity, and more like a thing the rich do to feel like they are good people. There are many ways to spend that silver on things that could make a more permanent change than handing it over to an inhabitant of the Lowers.
Another thing that irked me was her need to apologise for her friend, Lady Leola, after she spouted something that also irked me. It was a very diplomatic actions, I understand, and a solid attempt at smoothing things over before any animosity bloomed.
Unfortunately, it backfired on me. I was a little miffed at Lady Leola, but not mad by any means. Far from it. But Anisha's actions saw to it that I now think even less of the Lady. If she is sorry, she should use her own darn words.
Hm. This turned into a bit more of a rant than I intended. I do hope I managed to make it clear that I habour no negative feelings for the Whisper woman - I mean, the things I complained about are things any normal person would consider high praise!
My opnions on things are simply.. different, is all.
Written By Revell
Feb. 26, 2020, 6:38 a.m.(10/27/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Oddmun
SUBJECT: UMBER (AND LORD ODDMUN SANNA)
Calm, quiet and smells wonderfully of horse and nature. I hope he never buys those blasted perfumes that smell nothing like the flowers they are named after in an attempt to 'smell good' to nobility.
He seems able to choose his words very carefully in any given moment, and he can speak with staunt worshippers of the Faith without offending them, without comproming his own beliefs. I really, really admire that.
And then there's Umber.
When I first saw her standing outside the Murder of Crows, I realised just how deep my fear for giant, hooved animals were. I literally could not move from the spot. I couldn't head back inside because I'd already told those within that I was leaving, and I couldn't just walk past the creature either!
Fear is not an emotion I am familiar with.
Fortunately, Oddmun noticed and encouraged me to approach Umber, and it wasn't long before I was stroking her entirely too muscular neck. She seemed to like it. Then, before I knew it, I was in the saddle and the Lord was taking me on a quick walk around Arx!
I feel less scared now, but I still don't think I'd go anywhere near a horse without a man or woman three times my size being present.
Just in case.
Calm, quiet and smells wonderfully of horse and nature. I hope he never buys those blasted perfumes that smell nothing like the flowers they are named after in an attempt to 'smell good' to nobility.
He seems able to choose his words very carefully in any given moment, and he can speak with staunt worshippers of the Faith without offending them, without comproming his own beliefs. I really, really admire that.
And then there's Umber.
When I first saw her standing outside the Murder of Crows, I realised just how deep my fear for giant, hooved animals were. I literally could not move from the spot. I couldn't head back inside because I'd already told those within that I was leaving, and I couldn't just walk past the creature either!
Fear is not an emotion I am familiar with.
Fortunately, Oddmun noticed and encouraged me to approach Umber, and it wasn't long before I was stroking her entirely too muscular neck. She seemed to like it. Then, before I knew it, I was in the saddle and the Lord was taking me on a quick walk around Arx!
I feel less scared now, but I still don't think I'd go anywhere near a horse without a man or woman three times my size being present.
Just in case.
Written By Revell
Feb. 24, 2020, 6:19 a.m.(10/23/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Dianna
SUBJECT: SISTER DIANNA GODSWORN
I like to pretend that I know people, but in reality, I am sure many of my readings of others are awfully wrong. That's what addendums are for, though!
I met Sister Dianna at about the same time that I met Lord Dycard Blackshore, and despite spending almost an entire day with the pair, I still don't really know what to make of the better half. I'm talking about Dianna, of course.
Every time she speaks, I find myself uncertain if there is any merit to her words or if she is lying through her teeth to appear like a pleasant, warm soul that others can flock to. I am sure you know the type. They say whatever is needed to diffuse any tension while simutaniously making you like them more - usually within the same breath!
I know this all sounds very damning, but it isn't meant to be. I like being in Dianna's presence - it's always an interesting time when she's involved. And so what if some of her persona may be faked? I am sure she still brings brightness into the lives she touches and that there is no malice behind her actions, so who would I be to scoff at that?
What it does is make me feel sorry for her. As a Mirrormask, I am sure she spends a lot of time staring at her own reflection, and with the carefully cultivated image she presents others with-- well, I imagine it being hard on her. Facing your sins, your most foul thoughts, and being unable to share them with anyone. Perhaps, she even surpresses them, maybe even to the point where she doesn't realise it! Ironic, for a Mirrormask, but not impossible.
Anyone who wants that badly to be good has to suffer.
I'll talk about this a little more in another entry, but during an event all about "Meditating on your reflections' I accidentally made a fool of myself and in the process managed to say something that struck something within Dianna. I would have liked to figure out what that means, but alas, I never did.
All in all, I would say that Dianna is somebody whom I admire.
----
Ah. Note to self: She's also very charitable. I plan on paying her back the 3000 silver that she loaned me (Don't fight me on this, Dianna) once I've started making a profit off of my business.
I like to pretend that I know people, but in reality, I am sure many of my readings of others are awfully wrong. That's what addendums are for, though!
I met Sister Dianna at about the same time that I met Lord Dycard Blackshore, and despite spending almost an entire day with the pair, I still don't really know what to make of the better half. I'm talking about Dianna, of course.
Every time she speaks, I find myself uncertain if there is any merit to her words or if she is lying through her teeth to appear like a pleasant, warm soul that others can flock to. I am sure you know the type. They say whatever is needed to diffuse any tension while simutaniously making you like them more - usually within the same breath!
I know this all sounds very damning, but it isn't meant to be. I like being in Dianna's presence - it's always an interesting time when she's involved. And so what if some of her persona may be faked? I am sure she still brings brightness into the lives she touches and that there is no malice behind her actions, so who would I be to scoff at that?
What it does is make me feel sorry for her. As a Mirrormask, I am sure she spends a lot of time staring at her own reflection, and with the carefully cultivated image she presents others with-- well, I imagine it being hard on her. Facing your sins, your most foul thoughts, and being unable to share them with anyone. Perhaps, she even surpresses them, maybe even to the point where she doesn't realise it! Ironic, for a Mirrormask, but not impossible.
Anyone who wants that badly to be good has to suffer.
I'll talk about this a little more in another entry, but during an event all about "Meditating on your reflections' I accidentally made a fool of myself and in the process managed to say something that struck something within Dianna. I would have liked to figure out what that means, but alas, I never did.
All in all, I would say that Dianna is somebody whom I admire.
----
Ah. Note to self: She's also very charitable. I plan on paying her back the 3000 silver that she loaned me (Don't fight me on this, Dianna) once I've started making a profit off of my business.
Written By Revell
Feb. 23, 2020, 10:45 a.m.(10/21/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Dycard
SUBJECT: LORD DYCARD BLACKSHORE
At first, I dismissed him as nothing but a sleazy flirt with entirely too much silver to his name and time on his hands. But, the longer I spent with him the more I realised that he does seem picky about the people who chases, and that overall, he just really likes to flatter.
He's a flatterer.
Harmless, guilible. I do hope that he is aware that he is being taken advantage of. He is the perfect target if you want to squeeze a free drink out of somebody. (You didn't hear that from me. I mean, you did-- but you didn't, you'know?)
He was the only one that I met that day that didn't try to hand me sacks of silver and take me shopping for footwear though, and for that, I thank him. I find that I don't know what to do whenever I am being treated like a chairty case and people wax lyrical about Gild. How do you politely tell someone to take their God elsewhere?
He even brought 50 silver worth of flowers from me to give to a woman he wished to bed! It took him forever to hand them over to her though, and I was so close to snatching them out of his hands so I could do it myself.
Maybe, when my shop opens, I'll offer a delivery service.
Overall good company. Made me laugh once or twice. Not as stuffy as I expected a Noble in Arx to be. Social standings aside, I hope to get to know him better - and when I do, I'll add an addendum to this journal!
At first, I dismissed him as nothing but a sleazy flirt with entirely too much silver to his name and time on his hands. But, the longer I spent with him the more I realised that he does seem picky about the people who chases, and that overall, he just really likes to flatter.
He's a flatterer.
Harmless, guilible. I do hope that he is aware that he is being taken advantage of. He is the perfect target if you want to squeeze a free drink out of somebody. (You didn't hear that from me. I mean, you did-- but you didn't, you'know?)
He was the only one that I met that day that didn't try to hand me sacks of silver and take me shopping for footwear though, and for that, I thank him. I find that I don't know what to do whenever I am being treated like a chairty case and people wax lyrical about Gild. How do you politely tell someone to take their God elsewhere?
He even brought 50 silver worth of flowers from me to give to a woman he wished to bed! It took him forever to hand them over to her though, and I was so close to snatching them out of his hands so I could do it myself.
Maybe, when my shop opens, I'll offer a delivery service.
Overall good company. Made me laugh once or twice. Not as stuffy as I expected a Noble in Arx to be. Social standings aside, I hope to get to know him better - and when I do, I'll add an addendum to this journal!
Written By Revell
Feb. 21, 2020, 4:31 p.m.(10/18/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Mayir
SUBJECT: MAYIR GREYHOPE
Another kind soul who offered me a meal and a drink. Ale is not my favourite, but the generosity was appreciated. The poultry stew was /amazing/ though. I would definitely recommend the place to others. But be warned! I heard tales of a mistake that resulted in rancid meals being served. Scandalous.
Fortunately, everyone in their right mind knows that the best people are those that have made mistakes in the past and are now trying their hardest to make up for it. Well, in this case, it can apply to businesses as well.
Aside from being a good sort, it seems like he's also someone important in the Lower Boroughs. He talked of businesses and the fact that he owns a Caravel. A Caravel! I'll have to see it with my own two eyes to believe him. Oh, he also saw fit to mention that he was rich.
It made me snicker. But, I suppose that if I were rich, or owned such a grand ship, I'd want to talk about it too.
Before he tossed me out - kindly - he offered to help me set up shop here in Arx. I'll consider it carefully before deciding, as I need to make sure I'm ready for that kind of commitment in my life.
He's very trusting. Sure, he had back-up plans aplenty should his trust be broken but.. still, I hope it rarely is.
Another kind soul who offered me a meal and a drink. Ale is not my favourite, but the generosity was appreciated. The poultry stew was /amazing/ though. I would definitely recommend the place to others. But be warned! I heard tales of a mistake that resulted in rancid meals being served. Scandalous.
Fortunately, everyone in their right mind knows that the best people are those that have made mistakes in the past and are now trying their hardest to make up for it. Well, in this case, it can apply to businesses as well.
Aside from being a good sort, it seems like he's also someone important in the Lower Boroughs. He talked of businesses and the fact that he owns a Caravel. A Caravel! I'll have to see it with my own two eyes to believe him. Oh, he also saw fit to mention that he was rich.
It made me snicker. But, I suppose that if I were rich, or owned such a grand ship, I'd want to talk about it too.
Before he tossed me out - kindly - he offered to help me set up shop here in Arx. I'll consider it carefully before deciding, as I need to make sure I'm ready for that kind of commitment in my life.
He's very trusting. Sure, he had back-up plans aplenty should his trust be broken but.. still, I hope it rarely is.
Written By Revell
Feb. 21, 2020, 12:10 p.m.(10/17/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Ras
SUBJECT: RAS
I met Ras in the Murder of Crows, where I attempted to sell him a flower. I adore the weirdness that are business transactions. We somehow went from me offering him a flower for free if he admitted to looking pitiful, to haggling about the price (5 silver is cheap), only for him to eventually pay the full price /and/ add a meal on top of it. Success!
We talked for a bit, and he seems dad, but not in a weighed-down way. He certainly hasn't given up after experiencing.. whatever it is that he has experienced in his life. (I'll find out what that is eventually, this I swear.)
And I am sorry to anyone who might reads this entry, because I have to share this part of the conversation because otherwise, I won't be able to stop thinking about it; while we disgussed flowers, he said that he thought I used my own feces to fertilise my plants. I politely informed him that my garden is outdoors and my fences are too squat. And besides, everyone knows that the feces of cows work much better! I must admit that his.. choice of words took me a bit by surprise, and I accept that I will need to work on keeping my composure if I wish to become an official trader, a merchant.
Then, he left. He said we could not be friends because I prefer dogs over cats. He was smiling when he said it though, so I'm not too worried. I hope it meant that I managed to brighten his day a little.
Dogs will always be better than cats, though.
I met Ras in the Murder of Crows, where I attempted to sell him a flower. I adore the weirdness that are business transactions. We somehow went from me offering him a flower for free if he admitted to looking pitiful, to haggling about the price (5 silver is cheap), only for him to eventually pay the full price /and/ add a meal on top of it. Success!
We talked for a bit, and he seems dad, but not in a weighed-down way. He certainly hasn't given up after experiencing.. whatever it is that he has experienced in his life. (I'll find out what that is eventually, this I swear.)
And I am sorry to anyone who might reads this entry, because I have to share this part of the conversation because otherwise, I won't be able to stop thinking about it; while we disgussed flowers, he said that he thought I used my own feces to fertilise my plants. I politely informed him that my garden is outdoors and my fences are too squat. And besides, everyone knows that the feces of cows work much better! I must admit that his.. choice of words took me a bit by surprise, and I accept that I will need to work on keeping my composure if I wish to become an official trader, a merchant.
Then, he left. He said we could not be friends because I prefer dogs over cats. He was smiling when he said it though, so I'm not too worried. I hope it meant that I managed to brighten his day a little.
Dogs will always be better than cats, though.
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