Written By Sebastian
Oct. 15, 2017, 9:39 p.m.(5/27/1007 AR)
A copper crown with blossoms blue and petals raining from the sky. New discoveries and first meetings, and an Archlector who is not as tall as one might suspect, and a Princess taller than one might find. But never to fear, for the Dame has approved ladders if one needs help with any shelves. Artists abound, as well as happy little trees. I've nver found it in me to paint happy little trees, but it is good to hear that there are those that do.
Written By Sebastian
Oct. 9, 2017, 12:09 p.m.(5/14/1007 AR)
To see the bees buzzing once more about the garden, the scent of Fire in the air, and so many blooms to be beheld. It is hard to believe that it has been a year since I came to reside in Arx. How things have changed in such a short time, and how many yet remain the same.
Written By Sebastian
Oct. 6, 2017, 4:20 p.m.(5/8/1007 AR)
A goblet the likes of which one might swim in, dancing of impressive skill, and humor that I have not encountered in some time. The Marquis' birthday celebration was something that needed to be beheld to be believed.
Written By Sebastian
Sept. 29, 2017, 3:35 p.m.(4/22/1007 AR)
Sunlight caught on the mirrormask of the see, blinding and beckoning, as treasure beneath the waves, or at the end of a long and glittering road. But the salt and sand buffets the canvas, and the water washes the colors away, laying bare all what lies beneath.
Written By Sebastian
Sept. 24, 2017, 5:30 a.m.(4/9/1007 AR)
Each night is a walk along the same precipice. The heavens are alight with a spray of stars, and beneath, the endless waves of the deepest ocean. Or perhaps a sea of grasping hands that reach up, ever upward, reaching to pull one under. There's no advancing, no retreating, only the constant feeling of that momentary rush before one either catches one's self, or lets one's self slip.
Written By Sebastian
Aug. 27, 2017, 6:54 p.m.(2/7/1007 AR)
Into each twilight I go, seeking the faint hints of light in the darkness, following the spider's web to its heart and what might be found there, and yet each search seems fruitless. Only strand after strand, a silken skein with no end and no beginning, littered with the coccoons of the past.
Written By Sebastian
July 30, 2017, 10:32 p.m.(12/7/1006 AR)
There was something missing this morning, but I felt something more rather than less for its absence. But yes, I noticed.
Written By Sebastian
July 29, 2017, 4:34 a.m.(12/4/1006 AR)
I am left duly undone in a way that I do not regret for a moment. Yes, you defintely won this game. That is without question.
Written By Sebastian
July 16, 2017, 6:47 p.m.(11/7/1006 AR)
I am unaccustomed to sailing seas on which I do not know how to navigate. My time on the ocean has been enough so that it is a familiar ebb and flow. Even the storms that pull one out and drag one free from sight of land are not without their appeal, perhaps especially appealing. But at times I find myself adrift. Maybe that, in and of itself, holds a certain appeal. At least the stars are beautiful from the midst of an uncertain sea.
Written By Sebastian
July 10, 2017, 3:39 p.m.(10/23/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Cesare
My first true visit to Whisper House and I find myself greeted by the familiar strains of a song I had not heard for some time and in faraway Setarco. And then, the familiar face of Cesare Whisper, a man whose voice can evoke such emotion from his listeners as to leave them awash on a shore manifested of such poignant imagery. It was a pleasure to have some time to walk and talk of art, inspiration, and the search for that which drives those who create. I look forward to future visits.
Written By Sebastian
July 10, 2017, 3:11 p.m.(10/23/1006 AR)
Perhaps I will take up sculpture again. Though the images that haunt me, and beg to be expressed in the colors of canvas rather than through form and figure, are still heavy within my head -- I find myself called once more to cut away and reveal what is beneath. I have listed first one way, and then another, and now perhaps a balance might be struck between these disparate acts of creation, one additive, one subtractive. Maybe balance is what I seek, ultimately, rather than resolution, just enough answers and just enough questions to keep the whole from collapsing.
Written By Sebastian
June 30, 2017, 11:55 p.m.(10/3/1006 AR)
I had hoped that the journey to Luciva would have shaken loose some of the cobwebs in my mind, taken the teeth from the thoughts that have gripped me. It has not. Very little has changed save for that my sword has now tasted more blood, and there are more questions than there are answers. I have a painting to finish, and finish I will.
Written By Sebastian
June 4, 2017, 7:20 p.m.(8/4/1006 AR)
This visit to Arx has proven infinitely more interesting than my last. Staying at the family home instead of at the inn has given me an entirely new perspective. There is inspiration here, of various sorts, all of which are proving intriguing. It's unfortunate that my last visit was not so fruitful, but I think this time shall be very much different.
Written By Sebastian
June 4, 2017, 6:37 p.m.(8/4/1006 AR)
Out into a violent storm on a longboat with Juliana and Nicia, to recover those who had been lost after the whaling journey, I found myself in very unfamiliar territory in circumstances that I have never before faced. And yet, when that great white bear rose up against my blood, I could think of nothing more than to prevent it from doing more harm to my brother, to his men, to those who fought for their very survival ont he ice. I've trained with a sword, and it was not the first time that one has been in my hand -- but it was the first time that I have faced such a creature.
The journey home was long, and all of us were worse for the wear on our arrival. But now, it is a new day and we prepare for a different sort of maritime battle. It's strange, the great disparity in circumstnace from one day to the next. This time in Arx, I believe, will prove far different than my last brief visit.
The journey home was long, and all of us were worse for the wear on our arrival. But now, it is a new day and we prepare for a different sort of maritime battle. It's strange, the great disparity in circumstnace from one day to the next. This time in Arx, I believe, will prove far different than my last brief visit.
Written By Sebastian
June 3, 2017, 3:03 p.m.(8/2/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Juliana
Twin sister and best friend.
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