Written By Joscelin
Nov. 11, 2016, 2:11 a.m.(2/3/1005 AR)
We haven't had a real meeting as a guild, not since I've joined, which makes sense for a lot of reasons.
Lazarus Mercier and I are looking to remedy this with the brunch tomorrow. I'm looking forward to getting my friends and peers in the same room. I so often see them on their own, in their stores or in my shop as happenstance or a brief 'hello' and a chat about how they're doing.
Getting them in the same place, however, has been a bit like herding cats. But that's nothing new.
Gods. Dreams.
Lazarus Mercier and I are looking to remedy this with the brunch tomorrow. I'm looking forward to getting my friends and peers in the same room. I so often see them on their own, in their stores or in my shop as happenstance or a brief 'hello' and a chat about how they're doing.
Getting them in the same place, however, has been a bit like herding cats. But that's nothing new.
Gods. Dreams.
Written By Joscelin
Nov. 10, 2016, 2:24 a.m.(1/28/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Gareth
I have a beautiful, gentle, sweet deer-hound curled up on my run before the fire. She's so long. I could almost ride her.
Tagapagtanggol. Taga.
She's strong, huge, a giant of a dog.
And she's mine!
Tagapagtanggol. Taga.
She's strong, huge, a giant of a dog.
And she's mine!
Written By Joscelin
Nov. 6, 2016, 6:21 p.m.(1/18/1005 AR)
The duel is over. Prince Luca fought on my behalf and was the first to bleed.
But it means everything else is over as well, and I must apologize for my slight against Lord Victus Thrax.
So here it is, my public apology:
I am sorry I insulted you.
Now that that is done, I have a great many things to do. Scholar, if you would-
But it means everything else is over as well, and I must apologize for my slight against Lord Victus Thrax.
So here it is, my public apology:
I am sorry I insulted you.
Now that that is done, I have a great many things to do. Scholar, if you would-
Written By Joscelin
Nov. 6, 2016, midnight(1/15/1005 AR)
I had a Thraxian lord tell me I had guts for standing up to Lord Victus Thrax.
I laughed, I was so surprised. Guts? I near pissed myself in the aftermath, I was only so bold because I thought for sure it was too late and I was probably going to -die-, doomed by my sharp tongue that sees no class-lines.
Truthfully, my honesty and brazen behavior has been coveted by many, especially the nobles that are used to 'yes-men' that only agree and nod and never offer anything honest or sharp and necessary.
To those that disapprove of my actions, I am sorry for the trouble my mouth has caused. Several have warned me that it was bound to happen eventually, and I should have expected much worse, and I should be thankful my punishment wasn't what -could- have happened.
The others that have been nothing but supportive even in their criticisms, I can't tell you how moved I am by these unexpected gestures. Noble and commoner alike, I have heard from so many of you, and it touches me that this has rippled in such a way that I've met friends who, while they think I acted without thought, are reminding me that I've more connections and alliances than I thought I did. It's humbling, truly, and I will do my best to deserve the honor.
[a tiny black braid, long but barely thicker than twine, has been bound with a silver thread and tucked with the entry, with instructions to never remove it]
I will never forget this.
I laughed, I was so surprised. Guts? I near pissed myself in the aftermath, I was only so bold because I thought for sure it was too late and I was probably going to -die-, doomed by my sharp tongue that sees no class-lines.
Truthfully, my honesty and brazen behavior has been coveted by many, especially the nobles that are used to 'yes-men' that only agree and nod and never offer anything honest or sharp and necessary.
To those that disapprove of my actions, I am sorry for the trouble my mouth has caused. Several have warned me that it was bound to happen eventually, and I should have expected much worse, and I should be thankful my punishment wasn't what -could- have happened.
The others that have been nothing but supportive even in their criticisms, I can't tell you how moved I am by these unexpected gestures. Noble and commoner alike, I have heard from so many of you, and it touches me that this has rippled in such a way that I've met friends who, while they think I acted without thought, are reminding me that I've more connections and alliances than I thought I did. It's humbling, truly, and I will do my best to deserve the honor.
[a tiny black braid, long but barely thicker than twine, has been bound with a silver thread and tucked with the entry, with instructions to never remove it]
I will never forget this.
Written By Joscelin
Nov. 4, 2016, 10:40 p.m.(1/12/1005 AR)
I didn't attend the nobels' event held by Thrax, for obvious reasons. But I heard of a few things that transpired and I'll admit to being shocked; I didn't expect ...
[the page gets splotchy, items are scratched out]
I've been shown so much unexpected kindness the many hours hence, from every corner of the city. I am humbled, and I am grateful.
No, scholar. I'll return another day.
[the page gets splotchy, items are scratched out]
I've been shown so much unexpected kindness the many hours hence, from every corner of the city. I am humbled, and I am grateful.
No, scholar. I'll return another day.
Written By Joscelin
Nov. 4, 2016, 2:57 p.m.(1/11/1005 AR)
I don't know what to tell you, scholar. Word of mouth might travel better than these written words but I am surely not the one to tell them to you.
Alright fine, ask your question.
Well yes, of course I'm going to the Grayson gala. That's a ridiculous question. I had my braid hacked off, not my sense of pride. Honestly.
Alright fine, ask your question.
Well yes, of course I'm going to the Grayson gala. That's a ridiculous question. I had my braid hacked off, not my sense of pride. Honestly.
Written By Joscelin
Nov. 3, 2016, 5:51 p.m.(1/9/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Victus
I'm never fucking setting foot in the Thraxian wards ever again. Ever. Again.
Ever.
Ever.
Written By Joscelin
Nov. 1, 2016, 2:11 a.m.(1/1/1005 AR)
A few times now, I've run into markings that have to be a language, what with how deliberate they are. And I've seen it on -jewelry- and no where else.
I've had my head buried in books whenever I've had the spare time. I can't find a lot on it. I'll have to keep looking.
I've had my head buried in books whenever I've had the spare time. I can't find a lot on it. I'll have to keep looking.
Written By Joscelin
Oct. 31, 2016, 7:15 p.m.(12/28/1004 AR)
I didn't expect the support I received from the city about becoming guildmaster. It was overwhelming to say the least. While I've been working to meet with as many merchants and crafters as I could, and Houses and their Voices as well to varying amounts of success, the validation is more than a relief. It's a boon. I am beyond grateful.
The support means I am more likely to purchase empty buildings on behalf of the build to provide space for working masters and merchants to set up shop, and perhaps private security to patrol those streets that need it, if not post a guard outside the door of every store.
It's a step in the right direction for my people. I'm hopeful for the future. And if I do manage to make Guildmaster, all the better, though I'll be less able to make and craft as often as I have. We will see what the future holds.
The support means I am more likely to purchase empty buildings on behalf of the build to provide space for working masters and merchants to set up shop, and perhaps private security to patrol those streets that need it, if not post a guard outside the door of every store.
It's a step in the right direction for my people. I'm hopeful for the future. And if I do manage to make Guildmaster, all the better, though I'll be less able to make and craft as often as I have. We will see what the future holds.
Written By Joscelin
Oct. 30, 2016, 11:46 a.m.(12/24/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Orazio
So I wasn't expecting the Lady Dawn to maneuver me into such a position so easily, but then, she is single-handedly doing what it is she does best, so.... I shouldn't have been so surprised. However, I won't let it get the best of me next time. Clever, clever woman.
Another thing I didn't expect: for that silver fox of an Archlector to sweep me across the dance floor like that man -knew- what he was doing. A pleasant surprise, a true one, and I daresay I didn't do too badly myself. I haven't danced at an affair in years and years, but the practice privately has paid off. I don't know how quickly I'd jump into it again, but it's nice to be appreciated.
But it's nothing without a good partner if you aren't the one leading. Orazio Saik did his name proud, and his position too.
Another thing I didn't expect: for that silver fox of an Archlector to sweep me across the dance floor like that man -knew- what he was doing. A pleasant surprise, a true one, and I daresay I didn't do too badly myself. I haven't danced at an affair in years and years, but the practice privately has paid off. I don't know how quickly I'd jump into it again, but it's nice to be appreciated.
But it's nothing without a good partner if you aren't the one leading. Orazio Saik did his name proud, and his position too.
Written By Joscelin
Oct. 29, 2016, 9:30 p.m.(12/22/1004 AR)
She made me dance. That delightful wench -made me dance-.
I'm going to get her back. Oh yes. I will.
I'm going to get her back. Oh yes. I will.
Written By Joscelin
Oct. 22, 2016, 2:44 p.m.(11/28/1004 AR)
I don't know why these things happen to me. It's a little like some geas or a curse but mostly it's a blessing.
I mean. I think I have some lady's pants? but they aren't mine. And Ianthe doesn't wear this color.
I ... I think I need to send a message to someone.
I mean. I think I have some lady's pants? but they aren't mine. And Ianthe doesn't wear this color.
I ... I think I need to send a message to someone.
Written By Joscelin
Oct. 21, 2016, 3:37 a.m.(11/24/1004 AR)
Strange dream to wake me. Dreaming of my father on the battlefield, though if I recall, it was more like a swelling ditch. He and my aunt Ezora were caught by areas shot from high up, pinned in a ravine by barbed, poison-tipped arrows. It was a well planned ambush; it had to be, in that my father and his sister were quite keen.
He stood there, in my dream, on a hill alongside a river. The hill seemed to breathe, and in it, though I couldn't see, was a city made of granite. The city was full of people, bustling, busy, oblivious people. My father stood atop this hill-city, a ragged banner at his side, flapping noisily above him.
The arrow that killed him was in the cap as his arm, opting for a cuirass without chainmail. He insisted it slowed him down, and that Ezora was capable. The truth is, she was capable; but even she couldn't lift a shield to stop an arrow from above.
The Thornburns craft beautiful armor, in that it's pristine in its workmanship. Little in need of repair, it could handle blade, mallet, or axe with ease. It was my father's pride, maybe, that cost him his life. Or bad luck. Who can know for sure? Not me. But I know for certain that the armor and its creators were never at fault. I still recommend the Thornburns armor above all others.
I digress.
In this dream, my aunt Ezora is just behind him, smiling like I remember her, cocky, a smirk to the left that I never inherited. I remember she wasn't overly fond of my mother; found my mother's traditions too unusual. Though aunt Ezora was an eccentric herself, her stocky figure something I -did- get from her. Low to the ground, she could squat in the mud for hours, her tower shield as solid as rock. Mounted to her back, she had to hike it up a good foot to walk comfortable, lest her heels kick the damn thing. She too had our family curls, though her eyes were green to my father's gold.
My dream held this image, my father and aunt on this hill, holding fast like they were expecting something. My father's expression was calm. My aunt's was that sly smirk.
And then the ground began to crumble beneath my feet.
While I screamed, they remained calm, plummetting into the darkness below, a hole where the city had been.
'Relax!' my father called. 'You aren't falling.'
'I'm not?' I screamed.
'No, Josie. The world is falling away.' He smiled. '-You- are not moving. Everything else is, but you and me and Ezi, and-'
'Me.'
I turned to this new voice, this name I thought I knew, and I saw-
...well. Forget who I saw. It's not important.
What's important is-
-good gracious, is that the time? No, don't write that. I s-
(a splotch of ink mars the page)
He stood there, in my dream, on a hill alongside a river. The hill seemed to breathe, and in it, though I couldn't see, was a city made of granite. The city was full of people, bustling, busy, oblivious people. My father stood atop this hill-city, a ragged banner at his side, flapping noisily above him.
The arrow that killed him was in the cap as his arm, opting for a cuirass without chainmail. He insisted it slowed him down, and that Ezora was capable. The truth is, she was capable; but even she couldn't lift a shield to stop an arrow from above.
The Thornburns craft beautiful armor, in that it's pristine in its workmanship. Little in need of repair, it could handle blade, mallet, or axe with ease. It was my father's pride, maybe, that cost him his life. Or bad luck. Who can know for sure? Not me. But I know for certain that the armor and its creators were never at fault. I still recommend the Thornburns armor above all others.
I digress.
In this dream, my aunt Ezora is just behind him, smiling like I remember her, cocky, a smirk to the left that I never inherited. I remember she wasn't overly fond of my mother; found my mother's traditions too unusual. Though aunt Ezora was an eccentric herself, her stocky figure something I -did- get from her. Low to the ground, she could squat in the mud for hours, her tower shield as solid as rock. Mounted to her back, she had to hike it up a good foot to walk comfortable, lest her heels kick the damn thing. She too had our family curls, though her eyes were green to my father's gold.
My dream held this image, my father and aunt on this hill, holding fast like they were expecting something. My father's expression was calm. My aunt's was that sly smirk.
And then the ground began to crumble beneath my feet.
While I screamed, they remained calm, plummetting into the darkness below, a hole where the city had been.
'Relax!' my father called. 'You aren't falling.'
'I'm not?' I screamed.
'No, Josie. The world is falling away.' He smiled. '-You- are not moving. Everything else is, but you and me and Ezi, and-'
'Me.'
I turned to this new voice, this name I thought I knew, and I saw-
...well. Forget who I saw. It's not important.
What's important is-
-good gracious, is that the time? No, don't write that. I s-
(a splotch of ink mars the page)
Written By Joscelin
Oct. 19, 2016, 11:22 a.m.(11/19/1004 AR)
I'm giving up whiskey for good. It gives me too many problems.
Written By Joscelin
Oct. 19, 2016, 3:43 a.m.(11/18/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Viktarkim
I'm of a mind to agree with the illustrious Prince Fergus.
Written By Joscelin
Oct. 19, 2016, 3:29 a.m.(11/18/1004 AR)
What is it with men and their whiskey? -Honestly-. They'll brush off kindness and love and tender care but a spilled bottle of whiskey will drive them to their knees, weeping, faster than anything else.
It's almost enough to make a person do something desperate. Like dump the bottle down the drain.
Not that I would. Morrighan would -kill- me.
It's almost enough to make a person do something desperate. Like dump the bottle down the drain.
Not that I would. Morrighan would -kill- me.
Written By Joscelin
Oct. 16, 2016, 11:52 p.m.(11/11/1004 AR)
Ah, the Archery Tournament.
Honestly, that was a lot of fun, I was surprised how -nothing- seemed to go wrong. I kept fussing over points and people feeling welcome.
The prize was well-received. I was very proud of that. I'm hoping others will attend the next time, and I'll make a note to have the previous winner judge instead of compete. I need to remember to tell the Shav that, so it's not a surprise, but as far as I can tell, he's an honorable man. I doubt he would be bothered by it.
Everyone who competed, they all did so well, some braver than others in their shot and their experience, others bold for doing something outside of their norm.
I was so pleased, I still am; to host an event rather than be an observer, for once, was a true honor.
I can't wait to do it again.
Honestly, that was a lot of fun, I was surprised how -nothing- seemed to go wrong. I kept fussing over points and people feeling welcome.
The prize was well-received. I was very proud of that. I'm hoping others will attend the next time, and I'll make a note to have the previous winner judge instead of compete. I need to remember to tell the Shav that, so it's not a surprise, but as far as I can tell, he's an honorable man. I doubt he would be bothered by it.
Everyone who competed, they all did so well, some braver than others in their shot and their experience, others bold for doing something outside of their norm.
I was so pleased, I still am; to host an event rather than be an observer, for once, was a true honor.
I can't wait to do it again.
Written By Joscelin
Oct. 16, 2016, 11:48 p.m.(11/11/1004 AR)
I can't remember the last time I sang in public. I don't do it often these days, what with Ianthe grown up and most of my family either gone or away.
The one I sang tonight in front of a bunch of -strangers- however, was a favorite of my little sister. She likes tales of women with swords, as I recall. I liked seeing her all grinning over it. I have to remember that I have a voice and it's for more than just swearing at people.
But tonight, my song was for Ianthe.
The one I sang tonight in front of a bunch of -strangers- however, was a favorite of my little sister. She likes tales of women with swords, as I recall. I liked seeing her all grinning over it. I have to remember that I have a voice and it's for more than just swearing at people.
But tonight, my song was for Ianthe.
Written By Joscelin
Oct. 15, 2016, 1:43 a.m.(11/6/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Blacktongue
Met this fascinating gentleman at the fountain in the city center while meeting the gem-merchant today. The Harlequin was a delight I've seen in my peripheral, it was good to actually exchange words with the man. That voice is a bit like a purr, I could probably listen to him read trading manifests and not get bored.
Also, he keeps his apples in strange places.
Also, he keeps his apples in strange places.
Written By Joscelin
Oct. 13, 2016, 11:24 p.m.(11/2/1004 AR)
I am a woman blessed with many, many things. Generous clients, a wonderful patron, a roof over my head that is mine and mine alone, a place to work, hands that listen to me and my inspirations, and amazing, fantastic friends who are also quite generous with their time and words of encouragement.
As for the competition, I couldn't be more pleased, save if we'd had more competitors! But there's always next time, and maybe word of the prize will circulate and others will feel the itch to compete.
And my dear, wonderful peer, Silas Mercier, who is the soul of discretion, encouraged me and didn't once mock me, nor did he tell the world of my nerves, or... my ..
I'm sorry, scholar. He said what?
As for the competition, I couldn't be more pleased, save if we'd had more competitors! But there's always next time, and maybe word of the prize will circulate and others will feel the itch to compete.
And my dear, wonderful peer, Silas Mercier, who is the soul of discretion, encouraged me and didn't once mock me, nor did he tell the world of my nerves, or... my ..
I'm sorry, scholar. He said what?
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