Written By Kiera
April 25, 2021, 11:39 a.m.(5/11/1015 AR)
Lady Mabelle Laurent has begun yet another ambitious project, an art commplex for the community of artshall. It will involve a library and I have agreed to help with the curation of books which will apparently involve a journey of some kind. I can't wait. I hope to convince other scholars to accompany us
Written By Audgrim
April 25, 2021, 5:08 a.m.(5/10/1015 AR)
Crimson Blades are preparing for war, like so many others. There's a more frantic atmosphere, that from the outside would not be too noticeable. But our mercenaries spend an extra hour training, or eat more healthily, or spend more time with friends and family - little signs like that, preparations for survival, or the opposite.
Written By Evaristo
April 25, 2021, 5:03 a.m.(5/10/1015 AR)
I still don't feel quite myself. I'm not sure I ever will again, so maybe I need to get used to this? But the healers say I need to work on it, do the stretches and exersises and eat healthy and all of that.
The back of my shoulder has healed, but the skin there is strangely pale now, scarred over, probably never going to look right. But, I bear that scar proudly.
The back of my shoulder has healed, but the skin there is strangely pale now, scarred over, probably never going to look right. But, I bear that scar proudly.
Written By Denica
April 25, 2021, 3:14 a.m.(5/10/1015 AR)
The plot's afoot and the game is on.
Written By Ripley
April 25, 2021, 12:19 a.m.(5/10/1015 AR)
That was not smart.
That was not smart at all. The marquise hits like a horse. I think... I can't think. I should go back and lay down.
That was not smart at all. The marquise hits like a horse. I think... I can't think. I should go back and lay down.
Written By Klaus
April 24, 2021, 9:37 p.m.(5/9/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Cerys
A traitor she is! A betrayer! We had a deal and she was to order my brown nut ale and I was to order her drink, and pay her. What does she do? Hangs my wife wicked poster in the common room and tells the bar keep no ale for me! Tricksies! Unfair!
Written By Thea
April 24, 2021, 7:23 p.m.(5/9/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Santi
So what you're saying is..I've been a joy.
Written By Thea
April 24, 2021, 7:22 p.m.(5/9/1015 AR)
I attended the Eswynds Coral showcase this evening. There were so many beautiful pieces, that I was a bit taken aback. We have talented crafters here in the city and it showed today. Also. Finn. I watched Finn bare his teeth for the first time since I've had him, as in he growled. At someone. I've always trusted my dog, but this evening his instincts are really spot on. Maybe he's not such a bad guard dog after all....
Written By Rosalind
April 24, 2021, 6:53 p.m.(5/9/1015 AR)
Aella has been gone for a bit. Now see, I'm used to her gone, that is not my problem. But my house is pretty quiet you see. I yell, shout, and do all these things in the hallways and no one hears them. It's a bit awkward. I can only hope that she'll be happy with how the house is standing when she returns.
Written By Rosalind
April 24, 2021, 6:44 p.m.(5/9/1015 AR)
The atmosphere is changing. I find myself practicing more, whether that's instinct or something else. Maybe it's everything that I've been reading that I feel like I just need to prepare myself better. This goes beyond the war now, just more of a personal feeling.
Written By Caprice
April 24, 2021, 6:38 p.m.(5/9/1015 AR)
On Working With Deeplight Coral, written for the Deeplight Coral Showcase
While this tenderfoot traveler cannot in good conscience recommend a visit during cold months, those who inexplicably find frigid dark seas and ruthless winds appealing may actually enjoy the voyage from Arx to the Isles of the East Wind. For my part, I can only state that there's a beauty to be found in the contrast between the harsh environment and the warmth of hospitality in the people who choose to live there.
I found inspiration in that warmth - a sparkling, bright spot amidst all the cold and dark, perfectly represented in the colorful, glittery coral the fishermen pull up from the depths in their nets. This unique material, this "living stone" is thought to be blessed by the Goddess, formed from the salt of her tears and the red of her blood.
They are less complimentary when it comes to the recent discovery of a black variety, considering it proof of coming blight; the coral itself carries no disease though, and is as stunning a medium to work with as its white, red and pink cousins, with all the dazzle encountered in faceted gems, whether or not it's shaped from the rough.
(a coral illustration decorates a corner of the page)
While this tenderfoot traveler cannot in good conscience recommend a visit during cold months, those who inexplicably find frigid dark seas and ruthless winds appealing may actually enjoy the voyage from Arx to the Isles of the East Wind. For my part, I can only state that there's a beauty to be found in the contrast between the harsh environment and the warmth of hospitality in the people who choose to live there.
I found inspiration in that warmth - a sparkling, bright spot amidst all the cold and dark, perfectly represented in the colorful, glittery coral the fishermen pull up from the depths in their nets. This unique material, this "living stone" is thought to be blessed by the Goddess, formed from the salt of her tears and the red of her blood.
They are less complimentary when it comes to the recent discovery of a black variety, considering it proof of coming blight; the coral itself carries no disease though, and is as stunning a medium to work with as its white, red and pink cousins, with all the dazzle encountered in faceted gems, whether or not it's shaped from the rough.
(a coral illustration decorates a corner of the page)
Written By Aelgar
April 24, 2021, 4:30 p.m.(5/9/1015 AR)
Mother Bianca has asked me to help with some of the interim duties that are hanging because the Archscholar position is empty. I have been promoted to Prelate and given leave to speak for the Scholars and to orient new candidates, as well as handle a myriad of lesser duties. I will be working closely with the Legate and others to ensure this goes smoothly and that Lord Vellichor's service continues uninterrupted. As well, I have begin focusing my research to verify various historical accounts so that the final volume will be accurate and dependable and well cross-reference. All of this, plus the seagoing projects and the inter-shrine orientation, makes me a very busy man. all of a sudden.
Written By Cambria
April 24, 2021, 4:15 p.m.(5/9/1015 AR)
Philosophy is very much a rational exercise in pursuit of truth. Wisdom is not the same thing as being clever or intelligent. It implies that someone has wise things to say about what matters most in life and lives according to those insights. Nor does wisdom mean knowing lots of "information," as information is available to us all, but that does not necessarily mean we will apply that information wisely.
Written By Cambria
April 24, 2021, 2:47 p.m.(5/9/1015 AR)
There is truth to the old saying: the blanket reveals more than it hides.
Written By Santi
April 24, 2021, 1:33 p.m.(5/9/1015 AR)
Addition to my will since I forgot.
Given the genteel nature of my cousin Eirene and her love for refinement I gift her with my shelf and collection of bottles and glass pieces.
Given the genteel nature of my cousin Eirene and her love for refinement I gift her with my shelf and collection of bottles and glass pieces.
Written By Santi
April 24, 2021, 1:21 p.m.(5/9/1015 AR)
As the war on the horizon draws closer I got told I need a fucking will.. so here it is.
If recovered my rubicund armor shall go to my cousin Lord Martino Malvici, While he might not be able to swing a damn sword he should at least have something to protect his scrawny ass from them.
My leather bird of prey armor meanwhile shall go to my cousin Apollis, Nimble little shit should do well enough with it.
Theadora my beautiful and young eagle of course belongs no where else but with her namesake, Lady Thea Wyvernheart. So she always has someone to talk to and knows the plight of her relatives all these years.
My Kopis will return to the house and be delivered to the General and Duchess Calypso, To do with as she damned well pleases.
My mug and mistress shall be delivered to Princess Reese Grayson, as thanks for training me in my past and for being a friend.
My eagle Fibula, my stash of ouzo, and the remaining balance of my accounts belong to that fucking redheaded Baroness Calla Vaevici to assist in the growth of a house she cares for deeply and her hopes for the Caldera.
And that dear scholar is my damned will. Not that I plan on dying but you know how plans can sometimes go.. Sometimes they get fucked.
If recovered my rubicund armor shall go to my cousin Lord Martino Malvici, While he might not be able to swing a damn sword he should at least have something to protect his scrawny ass from them.
My leather bird of prey armor meanwhile shall go to my cousin Apollis, Nimble little shit should do well enough with it.
Theadora my beautiful and young eagle of course belongs no where else but with her namesake, Lady Thea Wyvernheart. So she always has someone to talk to and knows the plight of her relatives all these years.
My Kopis will return to the house and be delivered to the General and Duchess Calypso, To do with as she damned well pleases.
My mug and mistress shall be delivered to Princess Reese Grayson, as thanks for training me in my past and for being a friend.
My eagle Fibula, my stash of ouzo, and the remaining balance of my accounts belong to that fucking redheaded Baroness Calla Vaevici to assist in the growth of a house she cares for deeply and her hopes for the Caldera.
And that dear scholar is my damned will. Not that I plan on dying but you know how plans can sometimes go.. Sometimes they get fucked.
Written By Bianca
April 24, 2021, 12:41 p.m.(5/9/1015 AR)
What is devotion to the Gods?
It is love, loyalty and enthusiasm in edifying Their great ideals. To show true devotion to the Gods is not simply a matter of abiding by traditions of the Faith as an institution. It is more than that. Devotion is encompassing. It is an expression of our love, faith & hope in our daily lives. To carry the tenets of the Gods within our hearts and act upon those tenets in each Choice we make.
Our devotion is exposed in all actions we carry out and every word we speak, or conversely our vices are revealed in those same acts and words.
As of late I have seen a growing incursion of darkness wash over those I once believed held true and devout hearts. I have watched those who's voices once lifted in praise to the glory of the Gods grow silent, or worse become the mouthpiece of the tenets of the Dark Reflections.
Doubt has blossomed.
This is not the first time I have observed this rising tide. Even in the times of Beloved Dominus Aldwin's guidance of the Faith we faced similar issues. The same with the stern but fair leadership of Dominus Orazio. And now we see the same with His Most Holy, Dominus Aureth.
The tenets of Petrichor and Lagoma attest that like all things of life it is a cycle. There are ups and downs, ebbs and flows... but nonetheless my heart aches to watch the beloved children of the Gods struggle in their devotion. For the most part it seems it is always a mix of attributes that spurn this phase of life to begin. Pride, anger, entitlement, fear, hate.
These are not of the hearts of the Gods.
But... we are not the Gods. We are mortal and in our beauteous mortality with all its wonder within the expanse of The Dream we are susceptible to our emotions getting the best of us and those emotions distracting us from the values of the Gods we seek to edify.
This is the struggle of the Faithful. Acknowledging our failings, our darkness... and growing from it rather than falling victim to it. Maintaining the tenets of the Gods in our hearts and minds, showing their glory via our acts empowers not only our own faith, but the faith of all who we come to know and interact with. We as the Faithful are called to be examples of honor, justice, integrity, knowledge, inspiration, charity, growth, change, choice and so much more.
It is not an easy path to walk, but the Gods do not call us as a people to be interested in the "easy way."
I ask those now and of future generations to trust in the ideas of the Gods with all of your heart. May we wear faith as our breastplate, hope as our helm and love as our gauntlets. Acknowledge Them in all of your ways and through Their glory our paths will be made straight.
It is love, loyalty and enthusiasm in edifying Their great ideals. To show true devotion to the Gods is not simply a matter of abiding by traditions of the Faith as an institution. It is more than that. Devotion is encompassing. It is an expression of our love, faith & hope in our daily lives. To carry the tenets of the Gods within our hearts and act upon those tenets in each Choice we make.
Our devotion is exposed in all actions we carry out and every word we speak, or conversely our vices are revealed in those same acts and words.
As of late I have seen a growing incursion of darkness wash over those I once believed held true and devout hearts. I have watched those who's voices once lifted in praise to the glory of the Gods grow silent, or worse become the mouthpiece of the tenets of the Dark Reflections.
Doubt has blossomed.
This is not the first time I have observed this rising tide. Even in the times of Beloved Dominus Aldwin's guidance of the Faith we faced similar issues. The same with the stern but fair leadership of Dominus Orazio. And now we see the same with His Most Holy, Dominus Aureth.
The tenets of Petrichor and Lagoma attest that like all things of life it is a cycle. There are ups and downs, ebbs and flows... but nonetheless my heart aches to watch the beloved children of the Gods struggle in their devotion. For the most part it seems it is always a mix of attributes that spurn this phase of life to begin. Pride, anger, entitlement, fear, hate.
These are not of the hearts of the Gods.
But... we are not the Gods. We are mortal and in our beauteous mortality with all its wonder within the expanse of The Dream we are susceptible to our emotions getting the best of us and those emotions distracting us from the values of the Gods we seek to edify.
This is the struggle of the Faithful. Acknowledging our failings, our darkness... and growing from it rather than falling victim to it. Maintaining the tenets of the Gods in our hearts and minds, showing their glory via our acts empowers not only our own faith, but the faith of all who we come to know and interact with. We as the Faithful are called to be examples of honor, justice, integrity, knowledge, inspiration, charity, growth, change, choice and so much more.
It is not an easy path to walk, but the Gods do not call us as a people to be interested in the "easy way."
I ask those now and of future generations to trust in the ideas of the Gods with all of your heart. May we wear faith as our breastplate, hope as our helm and love as our gauntlets. Acknowledge Them in all of your ways and through Their glory our paths will be made straight.
Written By Romulius
April 24, 2021, 9:15 a.m.(5/8/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Natasha
Climbing cherry trees is dangerous work. Even if one were to set aside whatever chivalrous sentiments I possessed in insisting to take up the task for myself, I would have done the same strictly out of self-preservation. Were my family to return you home to Maelstrom battered and bruised, with your dress in tatters, it surely would have been the last such summer you were allowed to visit the Keep and our holdings.
As for the cherries, while I am remiss to waste the opportunity to profess their virtues to the whole of the Compact - I will leave the mystery of 'sweet or tart' to surprise in the coming summer.
As for the cherries, while I am remiss to waste the opportunity to profess their virtues to the whole of the Compact - I will leave the mystery of 'sweet or tart' to surprise in the coming summer.
Written By Achard
April 24, 2021, 7:29 a.m.(5/8/1015 AR)
I have been in Arx for months now. Georgine is working on my armor with Master Felix as I have no talent for fashioning things. I work on my sword and my other training, an ongoing and endless round of swing and block and ride. Many speak of the war to come and I am well prepared to serve my duty to the Duke. I want more, though. I want to be a champion and so I train and I earn and invest in the best of blade and shield that I can possible reach for. Stalwart gets stronger as he matures, too, and if we go to battle, he will be a juggernaut of flesh and steel that will smash enemy lines like haystacks. I hope there will soon be a test of my skills, yet I feel I am not yet even close to the limits I can reach for.
Written By Sydney
April 24, 2021, 5:35 a.m.(5/8/1015 AR)
Spending too much time in the Archives has given me some additional insight on reading as I leaf through the same tome for days at a time, stale and dry books of record.
I watch all manner of people come in, pluck up a volume and find a comfortable place to read, and often enough I get to see them finish their story. Some look contented when the tale ends, others disappointed, and here I am, having hardly made a dent in my book. Part of me wishes to put down my book, pluck up a book from the same section as those who clearly saw the value in brevity, and take a twist of fate on whether the story I select will be one that disappoints me or leaves me briefly contented.
Then I look to my side, at one who's been coming for even longer than I have, and as he nears the end of a tome even larger than the one I'm reading now, he looks so blissfully pleased with himself that I just can't help but wonder what he must be feeling. The emotional highs and lows of that book. I imagine they're worth it, too.
I put my nose down, and flipped to the next stale page.
I watch all manner of people come in, pluck up a volume and find a comfortable place to read, and often enough I get to see them finish their story. Some look contented when the tale ends, others disappointed, and here I am, having hardly made a dent in my book. Part of me wishes to put down my book, pluck up a book from the same section as those who clearly saw the value in brevity, and take a twist of fate on whether the story I select will be one that disappoints me or leaves me briefly contented.
Then I look to my side, at one who's been coming for even longer than I have, and as he nears the end of a tome even larger than the one I'm reading now, he looks so blissfully pleased with himself that I just can't help but wonder what he must be feeling. The emotional highs and lows of that book. I imagine they're worth it, too.
I put my nose down, and flipped to the next stale page.
Please note that the scholars may take some time preparing your journal for others to read.