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Written By Joscelin

Jan. 24, 2017, 1:10 p.m.(10/2/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Felix

I've been under the weather of late, Felix has to make me stay in bed and let him fuss over me.

I woke up to a tray of tea and Setarco Gold and a lovely letter from him.

I'm a lucky woman.

Written By Joscelin

Jan. 18, 2017, 9:12 p.m.(9/13/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Ida

Yes, Ida, but can you-


Well. I was going to say 'can you kill your enemies with flowers' but my father was Lycene. I know better than to say that out loud. Or write it down. Anywhere.

Written By Joscelin

Jan. 18, 2017, 4:44 p.m.(9/12/1005 AR)

...an engagement what?

Written By Joscelin

Jan. 18, 2017, 3:57 p.m.(9/12/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Felix

So one night many months ago I told a tall, strapping blacksmith about some of the traditions of my mother's people, primarily the courting customs. It was late, we were drinking at the Traders, it was funny to remember all these things I hadn't thought of in -years-.

When I told him about how a man might proclaim his designs to court a woman, I've never seen a man that burly -giggle- as he did, and he did giggle.

'No no,' I insisted. 'It's true, he has to chuck a spear at her home, at the doorframe, so all can see that he has staked his place in line. If there is one. Usually their isn't and it's just a formality, it's usually a way to proclaim to a village that a couple is bethrothed-'

And this morning, I woke to find a spear. In the door of my Atelier.

I realize my mistake. The traditions for the wedding day are -hilarious-.

Written By Joscelin

Jan. 18, 2017, 1:26 p.m.(9/12/1005 AR)

I've been up to my eyeballs in inventory manifests looking over the warehouses we've stockpiled through the months, and I resurface to find out the world has been shaken up.

And Nox'Alfar. Dominus. Highlords and Voices.

Oh my.

-no, scholar, I've nothing else to say for the moment. Too much work to do.

Written By Joscelin

Jan. 15, 2017, 5:52 p.m.(9/3/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Eleyna

Probably the most elegant writer, she requests things of me that are ... impossible to refuse, with the way she presents them.

Mesmerizing. That's what she is. Gracious. Polite to the point of ...


She makes 'please' and 'thank you' look like swear words, with the grace she lends to her own requests and gratitudes.


Really. How do you describe cold moonbeams lit by firelight? You can't.

Written By Joscelin

Jan. 11, 2017, 1:21 a.m.(8/17/1005 AR)

Earrings.




I ...




You could have just-

Written By Joscelin

Jan. 10, 2017, 12:21 a.m.(8/14/1005 AR)

The Regency is putting together a Common Council.

I am incredibly happy about this. I rarely speak of politics in general, as the Guildmaster, many take the things I say, my ideas and opinions, and apply it to the autonomous collective that is the Guild. I do not speak for them; they speak for themselves. I do my best to provide an environment that they can flourish in, be it protection, property, funding of all kinds, encouragement, advice, networking, the list goes on.

Of late, of course, with the demise of several of my people, people are talking about a curse, a disgruntled dead guildmember taking his ire out on those that live and breathe.

Hogwash. We flourish.

That being said? You can bet your ass I'm going to offer armed protection to anyone of the Guild that asks for it.

Written By Joscelin

Jan. 7, 2017, 3:08 a.m.(8/5/1005 AR)

I don't have words. Nothing solid. Nothing real. Just confusion, and grief, and this fear that-


[words are scratched out]


I am more than just myself, I am the Guildmaster and I speak and represent more than just these hands and this voice.


But today I'm a little girl, crying and afraid. And angry. So angry.


You hateful bitch. I loved you. I think you loved me too. You taught me a lot about thick-skin and pushing to do better. I called you my near-mother with so much pride.


Why couldn't I have taken the time to pick a fight with you? Maybe then I'd know if you were proud of me or thought me as stupid as all the others.


And I won't know now. Rational thinking or not, all I remember is the disappointment the last time I looked into your eyes.

Written By Joscelin

Jan. 6, 2017, 8:35 p.m.(8/5/1005 AR)

I would warn all my crafters not to drink and make, at least not the ones who use fire and force to bend metal to their will.

Ida. Don't make me come over there.

Written By Joscelin

Jan. 5, 2017, 3:55 p.m.(8/1/1005 AR)

I know this is ill timed but I ought to say it while I can, before something else explodes.


I have some of the most gifted clients in the Compact. As an artisan, it's necessary to pull inspiration from wherever we can find it and I am fortunate in that more often than not, my clients supply me with much while still trusting my Jayus-given gifts.


To be told what emotion they want to portray, what feeling, what symbols or images, and then left to my own devices is my preferred way to work. They've seen what I create, they trust my abilities, and when, after many hours of labor, I present our collaboration and it's met with awe, joy, tears, or even just stunned gratitude.


There's no more humbling an experience for me, and rare to find a joy with my work that's greater.


I accept as well that it is Jayus that guides my hands, blessed me with these eyes to see and these hands to use, whose function fails me not, and a heart that listens to the treasures buried in it that seek to come forth.


I hopt I make Him proud; I know not how to server Him better.



Joscelin K. Arterius
Servant of Jayus

Written By Joscelin

Jan. 3, 2017, 7:47 p.m.(7/24/1005 AR)

Taga got away from me the other day, chasing a shadow or something down Merchant's Way. When I found her, she was being applauded by a gardener.

She'd caught a snake, he said. And she was eating it.

When she was given to me, I was told her nickname as a pup was 'Mongoose'.

I've decided to change it back to that.

Mongoose the deerhound.

Written By Joscelin

Jan. 2, 2017, 7:37 p.m.(7/21/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Myrinda

I'm getting a little worn out about people grumbling about my near-mother.

Right, she's about as cuddly as a porcupine. Sometimes. She's also incredibly intelligent and worth her weight in salt or gold or whatever it is you value the most.

And if your skin is thick enough, she's one of the most talented clothiers in the Crafters Guild.

If you cannot handle the person she presents herself, clear as day, to be without remorse or apology, that's definitely -your- problem, not hers or mine. I can reassure you; she probably couldn't care less.

I'm not going to micro-manage any of my guildmembers; their trade and space is their domain. I am here to help them build their business, support them in anyway I can, and protect them as often as I am able. In that regard, I do not treat Myrinda any different than I do anyone else in my Guild.

Everything else, is family. And none of your business.

Written By Joscelin

Jan. 1, 2017, 10:39 p.m.(7/18/1005 AR)

My guards won't let me feed them. At least, they will in shifts but it's frustrating.

How can I show my appreciation if they don't let me take care of them?

I'm going to knit them hats or something. Sometimes they're hard to keep track of but I'm learning their names.

Written By Joscelin

Dec. 30, 2016, 12:15 a.m.(7/9/1005 AR)

What -is it- about pearl necklaces? I swear, my guards have been sniggering for hours.

What is so damn funny? It needs to be long enough. LENGTH MATTERS. Otherwise it won't fit and she'll get it in the eyes-



WHAT IS SO DAMN FUNNY? STOP LAUGHING.

Written By Joscelin

Dec. 28, 2016, 9:07 p.m.(7/6/1005 AR)

I have an entourage now. Oh, Fates, how you do toy with me and mine.

Written By Joscelin

Dec. 28, 2016, 1:16 a.m.(7/3/1005 AR)

Where the bloody hell is Ianthe? What's happened to my sister?

Written By Joscelin

Dec. 22, 2016, 8:38 p.m.(6/16/1005 AR)

I'm trying my hand at some of the knotwork Morrighan is fond of, but in metal form.

This is fucking hard.

Written By Joscelin

Dec. 20, 2016, 7:09 p.m.(6/10/1005 AR)

I don't know what happened, or how, but the Crafters Guild has lost another member. I remember Horatio, the scamp, wearing his snake like a piece of jewelry, irreverent, the kind of wicked humor that you feel awful for finding funny, where you cough into your arm rather than admit you were laughing. And so serious. I think that was what I liked about him the most; he was amusing because he was never trying to be. Maybe that's what it was.

And he leaves behind a sweetheart. I know, because I made them the ring, I remember how he described what he wanted and I remember giggling as I engraved it and set the stone.

I've told others that our collective is like a family, and I've meant that; you don't know everything about some members of your family, sometimes you don't know hardly anything at all. But you do know that you care about them regardless, that they're important.


Written By Joscelin

Dec. 18, 2016, 9:07 p.m.(6/4/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Killian

Huntress? HA! It was a -fluke-, I'm never that lucky!

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