Written By Apollo
April 20, 2021, 7:48 p.m.(5/1/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Katarina
Having made a number of feathered hats, degree of ostentatiousness is very much a personal determination. However, there is a size above which the feather becomes precarious, either lending to your hat flying off your head or the feather flopping around in the slightest breeze. I'm sure you'll decide with due care for those standing in flopping distance.
Written By Savio
April 20, 2021, 7:25 p.m.(5/1/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Katarina
How big can a feather be?
The preference lies, of course, with thee
Some prefer one small and close
Others large and grandiose
Pheasant feathers long and slim
Or the subtle bands of a peahen
Peacock feathers bright and showy
Or the ostrich, fluffy, flowy
Feathers subtle, coy, flirtatious
Feathers bold and ostentatious
And though some tastes may disagree
Who would dare judge your millinery?
The preference lies, of course, with thee
Some prefer one small and close
Others large and grandiose
Pheasant feathers long and slim
Or the subtle bands of a peahen
Peacock feathers bright and showy
Or the ostrich, fluffy, flowy
Feathers subtle, coy, flirtatious
Feathers bold and ostentatious
And though some tastes may disagree
Who would dare judge your millinery?
Written By Klaus
April 20, 2021, 7:09 p.m.(5/1/1015 AR)
If people ever wonder why I write about the superiority of brown nut ale, a dash of tea in a Laurent honey pot, and how I work my way around my wife's attempts to keep such simple pleasures from my life, after droves of people with pensive and angry faces coming too and from the archives, now you know why. I am a simple solider in the end, and life for all of us just too short. Find joy, find mischief, find pleasure even in the small things. You have no need to court misery and strife, it can find you easily enough, especially in my profession.
Now, to find a tavern my wife has not had a discussion with the barkeep about riding his stock of ale while having her large axe on her person...
Now, to find a tavern my wife has not had a discussion with the barkeep about riding his stock of ale while having her large axe on her person...
Written By Ida
April 20, 2021, 6:37 p.m.(5/1/1015 AR)
Integrity is doing the right thing even when no one is looking. It's a quote I've heard hundreds of times and always makes me think of the Faith, or those who quietly make the world better for others. While not everyone sees these good deeds, those who matter surely do.
Written By Alarissa
April 20, 2021, 5:02 p.m.(5/1/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Lark
I don't write Lark often enough. Ever more evident when a swift small note to remind her that I love her apparently sent off alarms in her and scared her for a moment.
I love you Lark. You are the world to me dear sister. I swear I am not inebriated. Just ever reminded of those we still have, those we have lost and to cherish the time with them.
I love you Lark. You are the world to me dear sister. I swear I am not inebriated. Just ever reminded of those we still have, those we have lost and to cherish the time with them.
Written By Esme
April 20, 2021, 3:09 p.m.(5/1/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Sabella
My heart. My friend.
I do not question your path and your decisions as they are yours, but I believe you will find your last journal was written in haste. I know your heart is placed well, but I wish to speak on it as well. I do not look down upon you. I do not find an ounce of answer in my heart for you. I feel perhaps your path was taken in this with a raw emotion and not the understanding.
I am a disciple leader and I know, as one most beloved by Limerance, the strength of an oath. The strength of love. I know these things with every breath that I take. My steps have not always been the right ones, so I understand, Dearest. I do. In these decisions, those in charge of them have been given these decisions to make. We don't always know the path that others walk. We know only what we see of their walk. For every moment of brightness has a shade of shadows around it. We might never speak of it, but it exists. We should honor that we all hold our own secrets. I have mine. Others have theirs.
While I love that your heart felt the need to speak out on something, I would hope that you honor the duty of the Godsworn to know what they are doing. If you do not receive the answer that you wanted, perhaps it is not personal. Perhaps in our steps and in our need for duty, we must hold our tongues silent. For every word we speak is not just overheard by the light. We are also overheard by the shadows. Sometimes that knowledge must be shared or withheld. It is the honor of duty and the oath of station to know which is to be given and which is to be withheld. We all struggle with this on different levels.
You were not dismissed, Darling, you were given a response. It seems it was not what you wanted, but to remove yourself from Jayus because of it? Please know, that the Gods will take you back when anger and frustration has subsided. The love of the Gods are overwhelming and we cannot comprehend the concepts. My beloved, to talk of what you have done in the name of charity is no longer charity. I know, Beloved, that it was the intent you meant. We are humans, we are not Gods and thus we cannot be the perfection of the Concepts. On our path we must struggle and thus come out on the other side with knowledge. I know this is where you need to be on your path. It is your decisions. It is your path.
Know though, My friend, if you wish to speak or even to vent your feelings. I will, as always, listen. If I am able, I will guide on all things of oaths, honor, and love. The truth of the concepts it that we are blessed by them, even if we fall short of them. I am saddened that you felt you needed to step away, but I rejoice knowing that such things can always be reversed. I look forward to that moment to embrace you back into the Faith with all the love that Limerance has taught me to share.
I do not question your path and your decisions as they are yours, but I believe you will find your last journal was written in haste. I know your heart is placed well, but I wish to speak on it as well. I do not look down upon you. I do not find an ounce of answer in my heart for you. I feel perhaps your path was taken in this with a raw emotion and not the understanding.
I am a disciple leader and I know, as one most beloved by Limerance, the strength of an oath. The strength of love. I know these things with every breath that I take. My steps have not always been the right ones, so I understand, Dearest. I do. In these decisions, those in charge of them have been given these decisions to make. We don't always know the path that others walk. We know only what we see of their walk. For every moment of brightness has a shade of shadows around it. We might never speak of it, but it exists. We should honor that we all hold our own secrets. I have mine. Others have theirs.
While I love that your heart felt the need to speak out on something, I would hope that you honor the duty of the Godsworn to know what they are doing. If you do not receive the answer that you wanted, perhaps it is not personal. Perhaps in our steps and in our need for duty, we must hold our tongues silent. For every word we speak is not just overheard by the light. We are also overheard by the shadows. Sometimes that knowledge must be shared or withheld. It is the honor of duty and the oath of station to know which is to be given and which is to be withheld. We all struggle with this on different levels.
You were not dismissed, Darling, you were given a response. It seems it was not what you wanted, but to remove yourself from Jayus because of it? Please know, that the Gods will take you back when anger and frustration has subsided. The love of the Gods are overwhelming and we cannot comprehend the concepts. My beloved, to talk of what you have done in the name of charity is no longer charity. I know, Beloved, that it was the intent you meant. We are humans, we are not Gods and thus we cannot be the perfection of the Concepts. On our path we must struggle and thus come out on the other side with knowledge. I know this is where you need to be on your path. It is your decisions. It is your path.
Know though, My friend, if you wish to speak or even to vent your feelings. I will, as always, listen. If I am able, I will guide on all things of oaths, honor, and love. The truth of the concepts it that we are blessed by them, even if we fall short of them. I am saddened that you felt you needed to step away, but I rejoice knowing that such things can always be reversed. I look forward to that moment to embrace you back into the Faith with all the love that Limerance has taught me to share.
Written By Katarina
April 20, 2021, 1:01 p.m.(5/1/1015 AR)
During this moment of strife, I have chosen to keep my prayers and my opinions between myself and the gods. Soon it will be time to set sail, to lead the Oathlands' fleet in the Saffron... to fight the true enemies of the Compact and the Faith with bravery and honor.
The only concern that I must air publicly is the question of how big a feather in one's bicorne hat can be before it becomes too ostentatious. My milliner must know rather urgently.
The only concern that I must air publicly is the question of how big a feather in one's bicorne hat can be before it becomes too ostentatious. My milliner must know rather urgently.
Written By Porter
April 20, 2021, 6:27 a.m.(4/28/1015 AR)
I wrote a letter and then Bree told me only the very beginning would be okay to send. I was upset when I wrote it but now I just feel a lot of disappointment and sadness.
To see that someone would list out their various good deeds like some sort of blunt weapon? Were they not done for the good of others? Or were they instead meant to leverage power over the Faithful? To apply pressure and influence?
Fear not, good people of the Compact. While one princess may be packing up her toys, there are a great many others who will continue to offer their aid. And they do it out of true generosity and kindness.
To see that someone would list out their various good deeds like some sort of blunt weapon? Were they not done for the good of others? Or were they instead meant to leverage power over the Faithful? To apply pressure and influence?
Fear not, good people of the Compact. While one princess may be packing up her toys, there are a great many others who will continue to offer their aid. And they do it out of true generosity and kindness.
Written By Apollo
April 20, 2021, 4:35 a.m.(4/28/1015 AR)
When I reach the end of my studies, I write the next page.
Written By Tikva
April 20, 2021, 1:07 a.m.(4/28/1015 AR)
It was really great seeing Deva again after all these years even if I did turn into a slightly embarrassing dinner guest. A lovely birthday gift!
No one tell Baron Clement and Duke Laurent I had a birthday. No one can know how old I am.
No one tell Baron Clement and Duke Laurent I had a birthday. No one can know how old I am.
Written By Tikva
April 20, 2021, 1:04 a.m.(4/28/1015 AR)
I remember
In the day, the brightness of the leaf
The sun on the rain, its bow I'd as lief
to carry in hand, arrows of light and life
to pierce the woeful ache of strife.
I remember
The ache in my throat, the choke of my breath
A heavy chill reaches past the solace of death
Tears burn like fire, defiant in my eye
But it is no matter with what will I strive
For I remember, I remember, I remember
And I will sing my hope tonight,
An arrow bright as the rainbow's light
Where it comes after the fall of tears,
It soars true, into the future, beyond fear.
In the day, the brightness of the leaf
The sun on the rain, its bow I'd as lief
to carry in hand, arrows of light and life
to pierce the woeful ache of strife.
I remember
The ache in my throat, the choke of my breath
A heavy chill reaches past the solace of death
Tears burn like fire, defiant in my eye
But it is no matter with what will I strive
For I remember, I remember, I remember
And I will sing my hope tonight,
An arrow bright as the rainbow's light
Where it comes after the fall of tears,
It soars true, into the future, beyond fear.
Written By Jaenelle
April 19, 2021, 11:02 p.m.(4/28/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Sabella
That would be like me asking High Lord Liara why you are no longer a Grayson Voice. I don't believe it is my business to ask.
Written By Titus
April 19, 2021, 11:01 p.m.(4/28/1015 AR)
The Compact is a collection of individuals that each are far more vulnerable alone than they are together, of different cultures that aspire to seek out the best in others to make themselves stronger. Should you be rejected by others after you offer help, that others make you feel as though you have nothing to give them, by all means, seek me out. A Warmonger has use for a great many weapons and tools, and you'll find yourself brought in supporting a great effort.
Ravens circle high overhead. They hear the beautiful song of woe. They hear the drums of war.
Come.
Ravens circle high overhead. They hear the beautiful song of woe. They hear the drums of war.
Come.
Written By Lark
April 19, 2021, 10:43 p.m.(4/27/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Sabella
We are never so Great that the Faith does not have more to teach us.
I once had the benefit of instruction at the feet of one Most Holy. I remember it vividly.
I hope that when representatives of the Faith read my cousin's words, they exercise patience and remember that humility is not an ideal we Graysons come to naturally.
I once had the benefit of instruction at the feet of one Most Holy. I remember it vividly.
I hope that when representatives of the Faith read my cousin's words, they exercise patience and remember that humility is not an ideal we Graysons come to naturally.
Written By Clarisse
April 19, 2021, 10:07 p.m.(4/27/1015 AR)
Many things have happened recently, an unexpected friendship with Mrs. Rosemary and her twins, a new friendship with Lord Sigurd, the budding friendship between me and Lord Valerian. Each are unique and quite special to me. Even Egon has been a pleasant surprise, and Lord Rohran reassuring me, that there are those in the city who believe in me, and trust me to aid them, when needed most. Ilara Whisper.. Prince Patrizio, who I truly hope finds his dream and true love as well. So many new and different faces, that I find myself loosing track of some without truly meaning to. I hope to reach out to each of them soon, and make sure that they know I am here for them, should they need me, and this is the clearest way to make it known. Should the aid of this young healer be needed? I am here for all my friends; or friends to come. I have made since I came here or will come to know. I am never further than a messenger away.
Written By Zakhar
April 19, 2021, 10:07 p.m.(4/27/1015 AR)
A huge thank you to both Duckies Cristoph Laurent, and Princess Deva Redrain for the safe location and finding of the pot. Now to go off and... CLIVE GET BACK HERE.
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Okay. You. Not Clive. What's your name? This will go easier. Clark? Perfect. A C name! HA! Wow, you write everything down dontcha? Is that how that's spelled? huh.
Right you are, I'll focus on what I have to say.
Clive is a pansy.
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Okay. You. Not Clive. What's your name? This will go easier. Clark? Perfect. A C name! HA! Wow, you write everything down dontcha? Is that how that's spelled? huh.
Right you are, I'll focus on what I have to say.
Clive is a pansy.
Written By Aureth
April 19, 2021, 9:42 p.m.(4/27/1015 AR)
Once, long ago, I don't recall who, a group of the finest of nobles of Arx ventured down the great hill to the square in the Lower Boroughs, where they offered silver hand over hand to those who would take it. They talked gaily of the news of the day, dressed in their fine silks -- simple silk was fashionable that summer, not the high elegance that we see the royals of today at their sport -- and offered earnest smiles with their generosity.
A few streets away, the priests who sheltered the hungry and lost at the tragedy went about their business, ministering to those who needed it in their workaday way. They were unremarkable and unremarked, neither answering to the surly chip on the shoulder of the street rats, nor troubled by the performative grace of the wealthy.
I know now, as I did not then, that the value of those good works is not changed by the attention paid them. The blanket to the sick or the bread to the hungry or the silver to the destitute. All retain their value and are not cheapened by claims one way or another about them.
A few streets away, the priests who sheltered the hungry and lost at the tragedy went about their business, ministering to those who needed it in their workaday way. They were unremarkable and unremarked, neither answering to the surly chip on the shoulder of the street rats, nor troubled by the performative grace of the wealthy.
I know now, as I did not then, that the value of those good works is not changed by the attention paid them. The blanket to the sick or the bread to the hungry or the silver to the destitute. All retain their value and are not cheapened by claims one way or another about them.
Written By Zyxthylum
April 19, 2021, 9:16 p.m.(4/27/1015 AR)
The opening of the lounge went fantastic. It is amazing to think of how far I have come in such a short time. Without the medicine and the tutors, I'd be dying in the graveyard right now. I owe everything to my patron, Princess Graziella deserves her own statue in the Hall of Heroes.
Written By Gwenna
April 19, 2021, 7:23 p.m.(4/27/1015 AR)
The family dinner my cousin Deva held was just wonderful! The food was divine and the company extraordinary. Ambassador Bahiya wore the most gorgeous outfit that I have no doubt the city will be talking about for an age. Honestly, I wish I could pull off red as well as she can. Princess Tikva's ensemble was like having Spring arrive in our very dining room, and I really have to ask after her tailor. To be surrounded by such dear family and friends is something we do not do often enough, and Deva was truly the hostess with the mostess - much as she might try to tell people otherwise. I enjoyed the story game a great deal, and feel like it is something we will have to always do at such dinners. We all seemed agreed on the matter of punching in the name of diplomacy, but surely some of us will be better at that than others. All told, it was a welcome gathering done in the intimate and joyous tradition of the Northlands, and a memory I will treasure.
Written By Auda
April 19, 2021, 4:52 p.m.(4/27/1015 AR)
I told myself I was going to get some work done today, and a few new items in the shop. Instead, here I am, doing everything but!
This procrastination is going to take saving up for a duskweave blouse take sooooo long.
This procrastination is going to take saving up for a duskweave blouse take sooooo long.
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