Written By Renata
Nov. 14, 2023, 7:51 a.m.(3/10/1021 AR)
Relationship Note on Medeia
Today was Lady Medeia's birthday party, and my, oh my, the decorations were nothing short of glorious. The music chamber was adorned in a rustic fashion which carried the charm of Saikland Greens. The ambiance was exquisite, a testament to the impeccable taste of Lady Medeia and her penchant for extravagance.
While it was a party held by Saik for the trio of birthdays, to twins Medeia and Neilda, and their Baroness Lucita. There was a marvelous moment when two small family reunions were able to take place. That is the warmth which we need more of these days, to be able to see those we call our family and share some cheer with them.
Sometimes, it's the simplicity of being with loved ones, even if only for a fleeting moment, that adds true richness to our lives.
While it was a party held by Saik for the trio of birthdays, to twins Medeia and Neilda, and their Baroness Lucita. There was a marvelous moment when two small family reunions were able to take place. That is the warmth which we need more of these days, to be able to see those we call our family and share some cheer with them.
Sometimes, it's the simplicity of being with loved ones, even if only for a fleeting moment, that adds true richness to our lives.
Written By Duarte
Nov. 14, 2023, 3:56 a.m.(3/10/1021 AR)
Journal
Please forgive the near six-year absence from the continuance of my memoirs. The life of a hermit seemed to suit me as I struggled with a rather severe theological conundrum that drove me to the brink. Is it resolved? No. But at least I can venture beyond my chamber walls to the archives again. Yes, I could've sent my submissions via messenger. Alas, I hadn't the will to write them.
But now we continue...
-------------
The threat of being implicated in a scandal surrounding the Minister of Production's son weighed heavily on me. My intuition, sharpened by years of navigating the treacherous undercurrents of Setarco’s society, suggested that if I didn't take immediate action, I could very well become the scapegoat in this elaborate game of power and subterfuge.
I realized that my time spent in obscurity at court, my careful observation, and the unassuming persona I had cultivated might finally serve a grander purpose. The opportunity to demonstrate my value to House Pravus, beyond simply making people feel important, was also presenting itself.
I sought an audience with Duke Piero, a move that was bold, given my relatively low position. But the urgency of the situation demanded it. I revealed my discoveries about the Minister of Production's son, the premeditated nature of his downfall, and the potential defection of the Minister himself. My insights were met with heavy skepticism. After all, I wasn't the first thirsty courtier who sought to undermine well-established persons of power for their own elevation and benefit. But the earnestness in my delivery and the evidence I provided were compelling.
The Duke, perhaps sensing an opportunity to avert a crisis within his House, tasked me to gather definitive proof of the Minister's planned defection and, if possible, to uncover the identities of any other co-conspirators. This task required a delicate balance of stealth, persuasion, and a keen understanding of the complex social dynamics at play.
I thus embarked on a series of clandestine meetings, leveraging the relationships I had formed as the "courtly courier" and my newfound reputation at court. I navigated through whispers and half-truths, piecing together a puzzle that was as dangerous as it was intricate.
In a turn of fate, it was during one of these meetings that I stumbled upon information regarding Belinha. The revelation was unexpected and came from a source I had not anticipated. The truth of her disappearance, which had haunted me for years, was now in my grasp. It was a bittersweet moment, one that brought closure but also a deep sense of loss. The details of her fate would forever alter my perception of the city I thought I knew so well.
But I had little time to dwell on these personal revelations. The success of my mission for Duke Piero was paramount. My efforts paid off. I not only exposed the Minister's treachery but also uncovered a network of corruption that ran deeper than suspected. A potential disaster for House Pravus was averted. In doing so, I solidified my position within the House. After delivering up a few more would-be traitors, I was named Minister of Information and Safety (a title a bit too forward... it didn't make my job easier.)
Please forgive the near six-year absence from the continuance of my memoirs. The life of a hermit seemed to suit me as I struggled with a rather severe theological conundrum that drove me to the brink. Is it resolved? No. But at least I can venture beyond my chamber walls to the archives again. Yes, I could've sent my submissions via messenger. Alas, I hadn't the will to write them.
But now we continue...
-------------
The threat of being implicated in a scandal surrounding the Minister of Production's son weighed heavily on me. My intuition, sharpened by years of navigating the treacherous undercurrents of Setarco’s society, suggested that if I didn't take immediate action, I could very well become the scapegoat in this elaborate game of power and subterfuge.
I realized that my time spent in obscurity at court, my careful observation, and the unassuming persona I had cultivated might finally serve a grander purpose. The opportunity to demonstrate my value to House Pravus, beyond simply making people feel important, was also presenting itself.
I sought an audience with Duke Piero, a move that was bold, given my relatively low position. But the urgency of the situation demanded it. I revealed my discoveries about the Minister of Production's son, the premeditated nature of his downfall, and the potential defection of the Minister himself. My insights were met with heavy skepticism. After all, I wasn't the first thirsty courtier who sought to undermine well-established persons of power for their own elevation and benefit. But the earnestness in my delivery and the evidence I provided were compelling.
The Duke, perhaps sensing an opportunity to avert a crisis within his House, tasked me to gather definitive proof of the Minister's planned defection and, if possible, to uncover the identities of any other co-conspirators. This task required a delicate balance of stealth, persuasion, and a keen understanding of the complex social dynamics at play.
I thus embarked on a series of clandestine meetings, leveraging the relationships I had formed as the "courtly courier" and my newfound reputation at court. I navigated through whispers and half-truths, piecing together a puzzle that was as dangerous as it was intricate.
In a turn of fate, it was during one of these meetings that I stumbled upon information regarding Belinha. The revelation was unexpected and came from a source I had not anticipated. The truth of her disappearance, which had haunted me for years, was now in my grasp. It was a bittersweet moment, one that brought closure but also a deep sense of loss. The details of her fate would forever alter my perception of the city I thought I knew so well.
But I had little time to dwell on these personal revelations. The success of my mission for Duke Piero was paramount. My efforts paid off. I not only exposed the Minister's treachery but also uncovered a network of corruption that ran deeper than suspected. A potential disaster for House Pravus was averted. In doing so, I solidified my position within the House. After delivering up a few more would-be traitors, I was named Minister of Information and Safety (a title a bit too forward... it didn't make my job easier.)
Written By Lys
Nov. 13, 2023, 6:17 p.m.(3/9/1021 AR)
I dreamt I fought a monster cobbled together by hundreds of bodies. It had too many arms, an uneven number of legs. It had two heads. It was a hewn together sack of meat and gristle. I fought it with a ferocious delight. Intent upon cutting away at the monstrosity. I dreamt of laughter all around me as I hacked and slashed. I laughed as the creature crushed me beneath its feet until the weight of it cut of my air. I woke gasping, with that invisible weight still on my chest.
Written By Lys
Nov. 13, 2023, 6:14 p.m.(3/9/1021 AR)
I dreamt of a queen with ice-white hair, sitting upon an obsidian throne. Her eyes shone like ruby fire and her smile as was cruel as a rose's thorn. I knelt before her throne and she placed a frigid hand upon my head. She froze my to my core so ever my screams were icicles upon my lips.
Written By Lucita
Nov. 13, 2023, 8:39 a.m.(3/8/1021 AR)
Singing songs to calm, reassure, offer hope and then tell stories to remind people how capable and strong they are, how they endure and learn has been fulfilling. Yet, it is requiring honey-lemon tea and some herbs to help keep the voice from becoming strained. So much tea, so very much tea. Shhhh, I'm being quiet and just writing, resting the voice for a little while before heading out once again.
Written By Viviana
Nov. 13, 2023, 1:16 a.m.(3/7/1021 AR)
I am unfamiliar with so much about what makes us.
On the surface, I wonder if the composition of our bloody humors are similar to that of sea water -- it would make so much sense -- why my head and my heart keep getting pulled to the beaches, eye on that horizon.
I await spring.
On the surface, I wonder if the composition of our bloody humors are similar to that of sea water -- it would make so much sense -- why my head and my heart keep getting pulled to the beaches, eye on that horizon.
I await spring.
Written By Lianne
Nov. 12, 2023, 10:49 p.m.(3/7/1021 AR)
I had worried, after spending so long away, Arx would not feel like home anymore. Then, this week, I have reveled in how one dearest to me has changed, exchanged jabs with my oldest friend, cried (just a little) with my brighter half, received the single best hug in all of Arvum and filled my parlor with poetry. I've found myself a new adventure and engaged in proper mischief with my preferred partner in crime.
None of this is why I returned--I am very much here because there is work to be done--yet this is why I am glad to be here.
This is what makes Arx home.
None of this is why I returned--I am very much here because there is work to be done--yet this is why I am glad to be here.
This is what makes Arx home.
Written By Jan
Nov. 12, 2023, 10:33 p.m.(3/7/1021 AR)
I never thought a poetry reading would actually be interesting. I didn't expect most to write their own poetry. I cannot fathom being such a wordsmith and admire those with such a skill. It is strange for me to be the odd one out and my sex to have nothing to do with it.
Written By Mia
Nov. 12, 2023, 9:41 p.m.(3/7/1021 AR)
Relationship Note on Raven
When your own native language fails, I recommend turning to the languages of others.
Given your parameters, the first word that comes to mind is one which I learned from a particular tribe of Crownlands shav'arvani. Were I to translate even its rough meaning into common Arvani, the description would be quite graphic, more than a bit medical, involve at least two other vulgarities, and be ENTIRELY unfit for print in public journals.
Learning languages is only dull when you study them in dusty libraries and never actually apply them out in the world.
Given your parameters, the first word that comes to mind is one which I learned from a particular tribe of Crownlands shav'arvani. Were I to translate even its rough meaning into common Arvani, the description would be quite graphic, more than a bit medical, involve at least two other vulgarities, and be ENTIRELY unfit for print in public journals.
Learning languages is only dull when you study them in dusty libraries and never actually apply them out in the world.
Written By Mirari
Nov. 12, 2023, 9:09 p.m.(3/7/1021 AR)
You can tell a person's character by the way they act when no one is watching, not what they do when there's a crowd.
Written By Rosalind
Nov. 12, 2023, 8:59 p.m.(3/7/1021 AR)
I'm glad the smell wears off!
Written By Medeia
Nov. 12, 2023, 8:31 p.m.(3/7/1021 AR)
Even as some move to tear apart the Compact, we continue to build it stronger. We forge the alliances that create a unity that is not mindless, not bent to the will of one who does not care for our individual aptitudes and desires. The Compact is worth protecting, we are all worth saving, and I am so glad to have found like minds in all fealties. I am especially glad to have long ago made acquaintance with Countess Lyra Byrne. More to come, but I so look forward to the future.
Written By Valencia
Nov. 12, 2023, 8:04 p.m.(3/7/1021 AR)
Last night was a delight. I cannot say how happy I am. To spend an evening in good cheer and conversation with his Grace Archduke Patrizio and Princess Renata of Pravus, Lady Medeia of Saik and my dearest cousin, Theo, has kept me smiling long after.
I look forward to many more such merry meetings and cannot think of better company to chat and conspire with.
~~~~~~~~~~~<~<~<@
I look forward to many more such merry meetings and cannot think of better company to chat and conspire with.
~~~~~~~~~~~<~<~<@
Written By Valencia
Nov. 12, 2023, 8:03 p.m.(3/7/1021 AR)
More excellent news this week. The Princess Renata of Pravus has elected to join the Golden Hart and will be hosting a wonderful event in the coming days along side his Grace, Archduke Patrizio, and my wonderful cousin, Prince Theo.
I'm excited to see what they devise and hope for nothing but their success. My Hart stands fully behind their efforts to help others and my staff are at the ready to assist in any way possible.
I think some very wonderful things that will come of this high-spirited and good-hearted trio. I feel so blessed.
~~~~~~~~~~~<~<~<@
I'm excited to see what they devise and hope for nothing but their success. My Hart stands fully behind their efforts to help others and my staff are at the ready to assist in any way possible.
I think some very wonderful things that will come of this high-spirited and good-hearted trio. I feel so blessed.
~~~~~~~~~~~<~<~<@
Written By Avita
Nov. 12, 2023, 3:56 p.m.(3/7/1021 AR)
Dearest Diary,
Red.
Orange.
Gold.
Black.
Fire, smoke, and ash ...
Blood, sand, and silence...
Tch.
There's a story here somewhere.
A tale to be told in fabric, in hides, in feathers, gems and ink ...
It begins once upon a time, and ends beyond a sun-stricken horizon -- a dream, a nightmare, one in the same.
It's the middle that eludes me, really.
Who is the hero?
Who is the villain?
The nature of hope, versus the gravity of despair?
No.
NO!
That is a story that has been told, again and again...
I'm better than that.
... you know, you're remarkably unhelpful.
Red.
Orange.
Gold.
Black.
Fire, smoke, and ash ...
Blood, sand, and silence...
Tch.
There's a story here somewhere.
A tale to be told in fabric, in hides, in feathers, gems and ink ...
It begins once upon a time, and ends beyond a sun-stricken horizon -- a dream, a nightmare, one in the same.
It's the middle that eludes me, really.
Who is the hero?
Who is the villain?
The nature of hope, versus the gravity of despair?
No.
NO!
That is a story that has been told, again and again...
I'm better than that.
... you know, you're remarkably unhelpful.
Written By Avita
Nov. 12, 2023, 3:16 p.m.(3/7/1021 AR)
Sigh.
Dear Diary,
I've an event I'm planning, darling, but I'm having a terrible time of it.
Oh, no, I don't care about all that.
It's the fashion, you see.
I'll not be caught dead wearing something I've already been seen in -- how gauche -- and I lack not for ideas or inspiration, but rather an abundance of it.
Normally I would adorn myself in flawless dawnstones, and though they will doubtlessly be included amongst the multitudes necessary to sing my glory to all that behold me in all my stunning splendor, I feel that it's...
... Well...
Simply ... not enough.
Not this time.
I need something ... special.
Dear Diary,
I've an event I'm planning, darling, but I'm having a terrible time of it.
Oh, no, I don't care about all that.
It's the fashion, you see.
I'll not be caught dead wearing something I've already been seen in -- how gauche -- and I lack not for ideas or inspiration, but rather an abundance of it.
Normally I would adorn myself in flawless dawnstones, and though they will doubtlessly be included amongst the multitudes necessary to sing my glory to all that behold me in all my stunning splendor, I feel that it's...
... Well...
Simply ... not enough.
Not this time.
I need something ... special.
Written By Avita
Nov. 12, 2023, 3:08 p.m.(3/6/1021 AR)
Dear ... vaguely familiar Diary ...?
I recognise you from somewhere.
Perhaps you were one of the recipients of my recent charitable works.
... What?
You haven't heard of my charitable works?
I find that hard to believe, what with it inspiring so many others to action!
To feed and to clothe the poor, those which we have overlooked, the sick, the infirm, the huddled masses that have gone so woefully without as the Compact scrambles to make sense of all that has been, all that is, and the stark and staggering promise of what yet could be!
Oh, I don't know that I'd call myself a pillar of society.
A paragon of the generosity of self and spirit.
A stalwart and stoic ally of the disenfranchised.
Of course, I'd understand if you did.
... with gratitude and conviction.
Oh, I'm not saying I'm owed such, of course.
...
... ...
You're quite welcome.
I recognise you from somewhere.
Perhaps you were one of the recipients of my recent charitable works.
... What?
You haven't heard of my charitable works?
I find that hard to believe, what with it inspiring so many others to action!
To feed and to clothe the poor, those which we have overlooked, the sick, the infirm, the huddled masses that have gone so woefully without as the Compact scrambles to make sense of all that has been, all that is, and the stark and staggering promise of what yet could be!
Oh, I don't know that I'd call myself a pillar of society.
A paragon of the generosity of self and spirit.
A stalwart and stoic ally of the disenfranchised.
Of course, I'd understand if you did.
... with gratitude and conviction.
Oh, I'm not saying I'm owed such, of course.
...
... ...
You're quite welcome.
Written By Raven
Nov. 12, 2023, 3:02 p.m.(3/6/1021 AR)
Fuck. I need a stronger word than fuck. It's not nearly capable for carrying the weight of sentiment I need right now but until I can find a more heinous word: Fuck!
Written By Ida
Nov. 12, 2023, 2:30 p.m.(3/6/1021 AR)
It's been a busy few weeks at the shop, which I guess is to be expected with all that is happening. Two commissions came in for two people I both admire and respect.
A bow for Duchess Khanne, which lead to a bit of reminiscing back to the days when I crafted her rubicund one. I say this a lot, but that really feels like a lifetime ago. Our lives were so much different then.
The other piece is a staff for Lady Volcica, who I've come to know these last handful of years. There are some finishing touches yet to make on that one, but it should be in her hands by the end of the week.
I've turned down several commissions in the last few months, simply because I hadn't felt like I could do them the justice they deserved. I could not say no to either of these women and am glad I managed to pull it together for them.
A bow for Duchess Khanne, which lead to a bit of reminiscing back to the days when I crafted her rubicund one. I say this a lot, but that really feels like a lifetime ago. Our lives were so much different then.
The other piece is a staff for Lady Volcica, who I've come to know these last handful of years. There are some finishing touches yet to make on that one, but it should be in her hands by the end of the week.
I've turned down several commissions in the last few months, simply because I hadn't felt like I could do them the justice they deserved. I could not say no to either of these women and am glad I managed to pull it together for them.
Written By Mabelle
Nov. 12, 2023, 2:28 p.m.(3/6/1021 AR)
First rule of alchemy - one cannot gain anything without first giving something in return.
Please note that the scholars may take some time preparing your journal for others to read.