Written By Ripley
April 27, 2021, 10:52 a.m.(5/15/1015 AR)
NO ONE GETS TO TELL ME HOW TO DO MY ART.
Written By Titus
April 26, 2021, 11:12 p.m.(5/14/1015 AR)
To the Vaevici all battlefields are a temple in which we offer to the gods our victories. We conduct the choir of the vanquished as they sing their songs of woe and teach them their final lessons before their end comes. And should we spill enough blood and destroy enough enemies, one day we might earn the peace we desire and the glory that comes with that. War without a goal for peace is merely destruction, there's no glory in that. It's similar to a serpent consuming itself out of ravenous greed.
The crows are coming for a large feast. The drums of war are beating louder as our blood begins to stir in our hearts.
May the Watchers remain strong as we offer to them the wicked and vanquished. May Sangris stand forever.
The crows are coming for a large feast. The drums of war are beating louder as our blood begins to stir in our hearts.
May the Watchers remain strong as we offer to them the wicked and vanquished. May Sangris stand forever.
Written By Vitalis
April 26, 2021, 9:24 p.m.(5/13/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Dycard
One answer, Lord Blackshore, is that a game, or a song, a play, truly anything meant to be experienced by others isn't finished at a desk, but with its intended audience. Revisions made, lyrics changed, rules adjusted. Find people who will give you their unvarnished opinions, and trust what they say.
But I am no entertainer, perhaps some who are can weigh in about their processes.
But I am no entertainer, perhaps some who are can weigh in about their processes.
Written By Giada
April 26, 2021, 8:25 p.m.(5/13/1015 AR)
Archlector of the Thirteenth.
I'll admit that I never thought of joining the Faith beyond my involvement as a Mirrormask in years not too long past. The path that led me to my Vows has proven to be an eternal surprise. The people who entered my life at the time they did, the conversations and contemplation, the many times I found my views pushed and challenged all converge here and the moment in which I find myself.
It's a big task, to be certain, and an even greater responsibility. Yet, I do not doubt my willingness and drive to meet the bar left by Father Vayne and to build atop his legacy in the Shrine. I know very well the mettle of this man, and there cannot be a question that he will not prove himself the Shepherd and Legate that the Most Holy Dominus believes him to be. Some in the Oathlands may be uncomfortable at first, but they will learn how fiercely he will work to guide others wisely and faithfully in his new position.
And so a new leg of the journey begins.
I'll admit that I never thought of joining the Faith beyond my involvement as a Mirrormask in years not too long past. The path that led me to my Vows has proven to be an eternal surprise. The people who entered my life at the time they did, the conversations and contemplation, the many times I found my views pushed and challenged all converge here and the moment in which I find myself.
It's a big task, to be certain, and an even greater responsibility. Yet, I do not doubt my willingness and drive to meet the bar left by Father Vayne and to build atop his legacy in the Shrine. I know very well the mettle of this man, and there cannot be a question that he will not prove himself the Shepherd and Legate that the Most Holy Dominus believes him to be. Some in the Oathlands may be uncomfortable at first, but they will learn how fiercely he will work to guide others wisely and faithfully in his new position.
And so a new leg of the journey begins.
Written By Savio
April 26, 2021, 6:18 p.m.(5/13/1015 AR)
The first Lonely Cloud shop commission is complete, to the satisfaction of the customer, and it seems that guests are understanding the come-in, no-invite-necessary intention of the parlor beyond the store front. That is lovely. My Cloud is a welcome distraction in this time, something to which I can set my hands when my heart is heavy. I have not set foot far beyond my new doors very often, lately.
My home, my Saffron Chain, the jewel of Tremorus atop her mountain, my proud and fierce Arakkoan people, my beautiful family -- what will become of you?
War is upon us, by its nature war is change and loss, and I am not ready to grieve what I loved.
My home, my Saffron Chain, the jewel of Tremorus atop her mountain, my proud and fierce Arakkoan people, my beautiful family -- what will become of you?
War is upon us, by its nature war is change and loss, and I am not ready to grieve what I loved.
Written By Ilira
April 26, 2021, 4:51 p.m.(5/13/1015 AR)
Some mortal experiences cannot be flawlessly articulated through metaphor, to which I am so prone.
In shadow, a flower wilts. A little darkness grants reprieve; a lush rainfall offers respite, but the light is a bloom's reason for unfurling. Too much of each, however, can drown or dry or wither the leaves and petals. Life for a flower, truly, depends upon pure balance.
But we are not flowers.
In shadow, a flower wilts. A little darkness grants reprieve; a lush rainfall offers respite, but the light is a bloom's reason for unfurling. Too much of each, however, can drown or dry or wither the leaves and petals. Life for a flower, truly, depends upon pure balance.
But we are not flowers.
Written By Emma
April 26, 2021, 4:06 p.m.(5/13/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Audgrim
In search of armorers to outfit me for battle. I recently happened upon Goodman Audgrim's shop. I'm very glad I did. His wares are excellent, and his skill at his craft is considerable. I sent him some exotic deer leather that's notorious for being quite difficult to work with, and within no time at all he turned it into a pair of finely-worked leggings. I'm pleased that I've ticked another item off my list, thanks to his willingness to work at such short notice.
Written By Denica
April 26, 2021, 3:44 p.m.(5/13/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Valerian
My latest and most lovely protege.
I am excited for what we will create together, and while I will share everything I know, I suspect I will learn something too. It is rare that I find a kindred spirit in my mission for art and truth. While the city doesn't lack artists, each one has their own style and objectives. Not everyone shares such a unique and willing mind, that can harmonize with my own.
The art world should quake and shiver, knowing that we are about to emerge as a unified force.
I am excited for what we will create together, and while I will share everything I know, I suspect I will learn something too. It is rare that I find a kindred spirit in my mission for art and truth. While the city doesn't lack artists, each one has their own style and objectives. Not everyone shares such a unique and willing mind, that can harmonize with my own.
The art world should quake and shiver, knowing that we are about to emerge as a unified force.
Written By Dycard
April 26, 2021, 2:56 p.m.(5/13/1015 AR)
I've always been one for leisure and finding time to relax, but with current events and the like all of the nights I spend at my desk trying to come up with some new form of entertainment feel maddening. It makes me wonder how those who invented board games or card games finally said 'Yes, this is the way the game will be played.'
Written By Sydney
April 25, 2021, 11:48 p.m.(5/12/1015 AR)
There is an uneasiness that is unspoken, but felt in every conversation.
The pace is quickening.
A long beginning, or a swift end.
The pace is quickening.
A long beginning, or a swift end.
Written By Samira
April 25, 2021, 10:30 p.m.(5/11/1015 AR)
I was recently given the opportunity to design a piece showcasing deeplight coral, a new material from Eswyndol. The coral itself is stunning. Thought to bring good fortune and protection, the beads range in color from pink to red to black and shimmer beautifully when the light hits them just right. The people we encountered during our trip to the Isles became my inspiration for the final product. I hope that the bust I created both highlights the beauty of deeplight coral and serves as a reminder of the strength of its people.
Written By Sorrel
April 25, 2021, 10:19 p.m.(5/11/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Khanne
It's so nice to relax and catch up sometimes. Your perspective is always so different and yet so wonderful to hear. I wish we had more quiet moments.
Written By Raja
April 25, 2021, 10:15 p.m.(5/11/1015 AR)
I have Wagner's bench held hostage. It's a nice bench. Sturdy. Neat to look at. A little cold. I should donate his bench to a worthy cause. I heard Sir Preston is looking for benches.
Written By Raven
April 25, 2021, 10:13 p.m.(5/11/1015 AR)
Finally about time to set sail. A prayer for my crew, the Prince Admiral and Princess Admiral but hopefully we will all return home whole though there will be no time to celebrate our victory. There's much more to do.
Written By Raja
April 25, 2021, 10:11 p.m.(5/11/1015 AR)
Have you ever felt as if you were in a storm? The skies are blackened and the winds whirl around you? It's the kind of storm that brings fear into your very soul. That was me for most of my life. My storm was fear which led to anger. The anger turned the storms destructive. It destroyed all around me, leaving me utterly alone.
Then there was a glimmer in the darkness. A light. I was drawn to it, fought my way through wind and rage. As I drew nearer to that light, it grows. The power of that light was stronger than the storm. Eventually, the storm is behind me and before me is the most beautiful of lights. It shows the beauty of the world around me. It shows all the great things that can be enjoyed in life when one is not focused on rage. That light was my husband. His love is that light. As crazy as he is, he has showed me that life is worth living to it's fullness.
Then there was a glimmer in the darkness. A light. I was drawn to it, fought my way through wind and rage. As I drew nearer to that light, it grows. The power of that light was stronger than the storm. Eventually, the storm is behind me and before me is the most beautiful of lights. It shows the beauty of the world around me. It shows all the great things that can be enjoyed in life when one is not focused on rage. That light was my husband. His love is that light. As crazy as he is, he has showed me that life is worth living to it's fullness.
Written By Cufre
April 25, 2021, 9:32 p.m.(5/11/1015 AR)
I'm happy with the pieces I made for Lady Medeia Eswynd's Deeplight Coral Showcase. Rather than feeling done, as I often do at the end of a commission, I feel inspired to make more. We'll see.
Here are the words I shared at the Showcase. They aren't as deeply detailed as the ones written by Caprice Artiglio and Samira Culler, but they'll have to do as mine:
I'd never been on a sea voyage, so I didn't know what to expect. It was the winter, and cold. So cold. And the swaying. How can anyone get used to that?
But then we arrived at the island.
It was still so very cold, but we weren't left that way for long. The warmth of the Islanders as they shared their drink, the coral's story, their treasure - the coral, of course - and their trade more than pushed back the sting of a cold unlike any other I'd felt.
When I made these pieces of jewelry, I set out to capture the warmth of the Oksehode Isles in settings that could be worn over time, from one generation to the next.
Cufre Harrow, 1015 AR
Here are the words I shared at the Showcase. They aren't as deeply detailed as the ones written by Caprice Artiglio and Samira Culler, but they'll have to do as mine:
I'd never been on a sea voyage, so I didn't know what to expect. It was the winter, and cold. So cold. And the swaying. How can anyone get used to that?
But then we arrived at the island.
It was still so very cold, but we weren't left that way for long. The warmth of the Islanders as they shared their drink, the coral's story, their treasure - the coral, of course - and their trade more than pushed back the sting of a cold unlike any other I'd felt.
When I made these pieces of jewelry, I set out to capture the warmth of the Oksehode Isles in settings that could be worn over time, from one generation to the next.
Cufre Harrow, 1015 AR
Written By Khanne
April 25, 2021, 8:33 p.m.(5/11/1015 AR)
It's an interesting concept; feeling comfortable in your skin. What does it mean? Can we feel comfortable in our skin but not understand it? Can we feel comfortable in our own skin, even if we are in places that do not feel like home?
What does home feel like to you? How do you know when you are 'home'? Are you comfortable in your own skin? What does that even mean?
Conversation can lead to so many interesting ponderings....
What does home feel like to you? How do you know when you are 'home'? Are you comfortable in your own skin? What does that even mean?
Conversation can lead to so many interesting ponderings....
Written By Domonico
April 25, 2021, 8:18 p.m.(5/11/1015 AR)
I am feeling hopeful.
Kia has returned to Arx to assist me with the organising of trade and maximising profits from Caer Morien's exports.
Valenzo as well has accepted an offer regarding a position in service to Magnotta as well.
And finally my cousin Desma, the first Malvici to follow me to Magnotta has come to the City again. I hope that I can find something suitable for her.
Kia has returned to Arx to assist me with the organising of trade and maximising profits from Caer Morien's exports.
Valenzo as well has accepted an offer regarding a position in service to Magnotta as well.
And finally my cousin Desma, the first Malvici to follow me to Magnotta has come to the City again. I hope that I can find something suitable for her.
Written By Shae
April 25, 2021, 8:13 p.m.(5/11/1015 AR)
The buzz of insects
The smell of loom
The song of birds
The sway of limbs through the breeze
The scent of rain upon the earth
The forests call seeks us all
Do you hear it?
The wisdom of ages
Lies in it's wood
The branches strong
Offering stories of ages past
Of safety beneath it's boughs
It's bark a shield
For a heart that is true
The smell of loom
The song of birds
The sway of limbs through the breeze
The scent of rain upon the earth
The forests call seeks us all
Do you hear it?
The wisdom of ages
Lies in it's wood
The branches strong
Offering stories of ages past
Of safety beneath it's boughs
It's bark a shield
For a heart that is true
Written By Shae
April 25, 2021, 7:46 p.m.(5/11/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Kedehern
Tomorrow the twins turn two, it has been a wondrous adventure being their mother, and learning how to be a parent with Kedehern. It's been a blessing. I look forward to getting to continue to watch them both grow. And now we get to add another child to our little pack. We had a couple names already picked out, but I feel the name we decided to go with is a wonderful choice, and will honor a good friend.
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