Written By Joscelin
Oct. 11, 2016, 2:15 p.m.(10/23/1004 AR)
Just so it is clear:
You need have little to no experience in archery to compete in the tournament! While it would help, it isn't certainly not necessary.
I hope to see everyone there! The prize is most definitely worth the risk of failure.
(OOC: Seriously, you don't need an archery stat)
You need have little to no experience in archery to compete in the tournament! While it would help, it isn't certainly not necessary.
I hope to see everyone there! The prize is most definitely worth the risk of failure.
(OOC: Seriously, you don't need an archery stat)
Written By Joscelin
Oct. 9, 2016, 2:42 a.m.(10/16/1004 AR)
I finally finished the favors for the gala. Yes, at the wee hours of the morning.
Thankfully, Messere Belardi's healing ointments work wonders, and you can bet I'm coating my fingers before I sleep. Hopefully it won't be so noticable come the evening, and if that's the case, I'll just wear gloves.
Thankfully, Messere Belardi's healing ointments work wonders, and you can bet I'm coating my fingers before I sleep. Hopefully it won't be so noticable come the evening, and if that's the case, I'll just wear gloves.
Written By Joscelin
Oct. 8, 2016, 10:42 p.m.(10/15/1004 AR)
I knew Lady Dawn was planning something but I didn't expect it to be quite so grand. Goodness. She went far and beyond what I thought.
And those that attended ... gracious. Wonderful. Ianthe looked to be enjoying herself, as did my peers, and I am grateful for that. The teasing, the laughter, the inside jokes and comments that will haunt me for -years- ... sigh.
All in all, a Fete well done.
And those that attended ... gracious. Wonderful. Ianthe looked to be enjoying herself, as did my peers, and I am grateful for that. The teasing, the laughter, the inside jokes and comments that will haunt me for -years- ... sigh.
All in all, a Fete well done.
Written By Joscelin
Oct. 5, 2016, 11:23 a.m.(10/5/1004 AR)
I have never hosted an event such as this in my life, but it's happening! I am -beyond- excited.
Living in the city my whole life, I, like everyone else who'd attend, -adored- the tournaments. I love the energy, the competitors, the crowd, the moments of staggering disbelief, the flush of patriotic pride when good sportsmanship proves it's far from dead, and the -rush- of -joy- (or anger, depending on who wins) when the victor is crowned and presented.
Swords can vary between elegant weapons, born of a civilized culture, through a spectrum of sizes and kinds into the massive great-swords my father favored. But as I've noticed, there were flashes of envy in the common-folk and nobility alike that their weapon-of-choice was not represented.
Archery is a skill I've admired, the bows and arrows constructed by Ida works of art that I've always been in awe of. I can't remember the last time we -had- an archery tournament.
And the prize? Ah, my friends, it is a marvel. I cannot say more. But it is far and away worthy of being called 'prize'.
I hope everyone can attend!
Living in the city my whole life, I, like everyone else who'd attend, -adored- the tournaments. I love the energy, the competitors, the crowd, the moments of staggering disbelief, the flush of patriotic pride when good sportsmanship proves it's far from dead, and the -rush- of -joy- (or anger, depending on who wins) when the victor is crowned and presented.
Swords can vary between elegant weapons, born of a civilized culture, through a spectrum of sizes and kinds into the massive great-swords my father favored. But as I've noticed, there were flashes of envy in the common-folk and nobility alike that their weapon-of-choice was not represented.
Archery is a skill I've admired, the bows and arrows constructed by Ida works of art that I've always been in awe of. I can't remember the last time we -had- an archery tournament.
And the prize? Ah, my friends, it is a marvel. I cannot say more. But it is far and away worthy of being called 'prize'.
I hope everyone can attend!
Written By Joscelin
Oct. 4, 2016, 2:19 p.m.(10/2/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Morrighan
Talented, funny, doesn't charge near enough for her work.
Written By Joscelin
Oct. 4, 2016, 3:25 a.m.(10/1/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Aureth
This poor man fell from the thighs of the world's most forth-right, demanding woman in existence.
I'd pity him if I weren't so amused.
I'd pity him if I weren't so amused.
Written By Joscelin
Oct. 4, 2016, 3:23 a.m.(10/1/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Myrinda
I am thankful of the tea I drink every morning, the same tea most women drink in this city. I don't know if my nerves could handle you as a grand-dam to my children.
My hair would be stark white before they turned five.
My hair would be stark white before they turned five.
Written By Joscelin
Oct. 4, 2016, 3:08 a.m.(10/1/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Myrinda
My darling lady, if a night of cavorting with your son leads to -just- a hangover, I would count myself lucky.
Written By Joscelin
Oct. 4, 2016, 2:30 a.m.(10/1/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Myrinda
I forget how long I've known this woman; practically my whole life. It's an honor to know her.
Written By Joscelin
Oct. 3, 2016, 11:59 p.m.(10/1/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Myrinda
I may be a little in love with Myrinda Grayhope, Aureth Grayhope's wonderful mother.
Of course, I've been saying that for -years-.
It's still true. What a fine woman she is.
Of course, I've been saying that for -years-.
It's still true. What a fine woman she is.
Written By Joscelin
Oct. 3, 2016, 11:33 p.m.(9/28/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Gareth
Who doesn't love kittens? -Honestly-, no one has it in for the fluffy darlings more than the Prince Inquisitor.
...don't look at me like that. I'm completely serious. I wouldn't lie about something as important as this.
Did you write it down? Prince Gareth Grayson -adores- kittens. He will tickle kitten bellies all day.
He will even -smile-.
Just ask him. I left a whole basket of the fluffiest kittens I could find on his desk this morning. Some people like flowers as a way of apology, others weapons, still more like books.
If you want to appease Gareth, just give him a bouquet of live kittens.
...don't look at me like that. I'm completely serious. I wouldn't lie about something as important as this.
Did you write it down? Prince Gareth Grayson -adores- kittens. He will tickle kitten bellies all day.
He will even -smile-.
Just ask him. I left a whole basket of the fluffiest kittens I could find on his desk this morning. Some people like flowers as a way of apology, others weapons, still more like books.
If you want to appease Gareth, just give him a bouquet of live kittens.
Written By Joscelin
Oct. 3, 2016, 4:33 p.m.(9/28/1004 AR)
Forgiveness is difficult. But when it is given and taken, it can be as relieving as sleep, or an embrace.
I am grateful.
I am grateful.
Written By Joscelin
Oct. 3, 2016, 11:26 a.m.(9/27/1004 AR)
I'll write more later.
For now, I'll only say this:
Why. Why must you be so wonderful in the beginning? To kiss you is to brush the edges of heaven's breath. And you burn in me, sweetly, reminding me of days long passed, when I was loved completely and whole.
But in the end it always turns out the same. I let you run through me, take over, hijack even my most basic of functions.
And I know like a fool, I will find you in the most unusual places and be unable to resist.
Curry. You beautiful, horrible, cruel mistress. Never again.
I mean it this time. I can't in this moment even remember what I loved about you to begin with. All there is, is fire and pain. Cruel bitch.
On a serious note, Prince Mason is lovely, as is Princess Lou. I wouldn't mind speaking to them again in the future.
For now, I'll only say this:
Why. Why must you be so wonderful in the beginning? To kiss you is to brush the edges of heaven's breath. And you burn in me, sweetly, reminding me of days long passed, when I was loved completely and whole.
But in the end it always turns out the same. I let you run through me, take over, hijack even my most basic of functions.
And I know like a fool, I will find you in the most unusual places and be unable to resist.
Curry. You beautiful, horrible, cruel mistress. Never again.
I mean it this time. I can't in this moment even remember what I loved about you to begin with. All there is, is fire and pain. Cruel bitch.
On a serious note, Prince Mason is lovely, as is Princess Lou. I wouldn't mind speaking to them again in the future.
Written By Joscelin
Oct. 2, 2016, 12:48 p.m.(9/24/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Donella
I forgot to mention, I met Lady Donella the other day. Officially, I mean.
We have a great deal in common. More than I expected. I hope I live up to her expectations.
We have a great deal in common. More than I expected. I hope I live up to her expectations.
Written By Joscelin
Oct. 1, 2016, 12:11 a.m.(9/20/1004 AR)
I may have scared my assistant today.
Working on a collection of things for the upcoming events, working too long and too hard and oh, right, I'm not supposed to drink and carouse so loudly. Might ruin my bid for guildmaster. I have a -reputation- to build/keep.
It's been close to a week sober. My forms of entertainment include an outing outside the city walls, a sober dinner with my sister, -two- of them, running into my former lover who then goads me into crying, -in public-, wherein I flee like a humiliated little girl picked last for field-ball.
And I admit. I'm tense. I miss ... people.
But it's the first time in a while I've missed with my hammer.
It doesn't hurt anymore, but it did at the time. I'm going to need a day for it to heal lest I injure it further, and my thumbs are too valuable to mess up. But I threw that hammer across the room and I shattered one of the black obsidian slabs we hang for our customers to look at their reflection in when they try on my wares.
My assistant may have started to cry, poor boy.
So here I am! Stopping by to rave like a monster at nothing. And you, scholar, will you cry too?
(there are wet splotches on the page, and it looks like the handwriting is different, suggesting a different person took over)
I've nothing left to say. Maybe I can find solace in violence. Give your peer my apologies, scholar.
Working on a collection of things for the upcoming events, working too long and too hard and oh, right, I'm not supposed to drink and carouse so loudly. Might ruin my bid for guildmaster. I have a -reputation- to build/keep.
It's been close to a week sober. My forms of entertainment include an outing outside the city walls, a sober dinner with my sister, -two- of them, running into my former lover who then goads me into crying, -in public-, wherein I flee like a humiliated little girl picked last for field-ball.
And I admit. I'm tense. I miss ... people.
But it's the first time in a while I've missed with my hammer.
It doesn't hurt anymore, but it did at the time. I'm going to need a day for it to heal lest I injure it further, and my thumbs are too valuable to mess up. But I threw that hammer across the room and I shattered one of the black obsidian slabs we hang for our customers to look at their reflection in when they try on my wares.
My assistant may have started to cry, poor boy.
So here I am! Stopping by to rave like a monster at nothing. And you, scholar, will you cry too?
(there are wet splotches on the page, and it looks like the handwriting is different, suggesting a different person took over)
I've nothing left to say. Maybe I can find solace in violence. Give your peer my apologies, scholar.
Written By Joscelin
Sept. 27, 2016, 1:02 p.m.(9/9/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Viktarkim
It's amazing how quickly he caught on when I tried to explain what I meant by 'the cut of a man's jib'. Either he's faking his lack of fluency just to watch me flail around explaining slang, or he is the -slowest- learner of languages I have ever met.
Written By Joscelin
Sept. 27, 2016, 1:27 a.m.(9/8/1004 AR)
I dreamt of Keno last night. I haven't done that in years. I haven't seen him in years.
I wish he'd leave me alone.
I wish he'd leave me alone.
Written By Joscelin
Sept. 26, 2016, 4:27 p.m.(9/7/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Ianthe
Ianthe is back! I haven't seen her in ages and she is.. she...
She couldn't have picked a better time to wander back into my life, is all.
She couldn't have picked a better time to wander back into my life, is all.
Written By Joscelin
Sept. 26, 2016, 3:29 a.m.(9/5/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Kima
(There is an absolutely scandalous drawing on this page, it appears to be a woman wearing a necklace; -just- a necklace)
Don't blush, scholar. You'll have your book back in just a moment.
Also? The next time I come back, these pages better not be stuck together, if you know what I mean.
Don't blush, scholar. You'll have your book back in just a moment.
Also? The next time I come back, these pages better not be stuck together, if you know what I mean.
Written By Joscelin
Sept. 26, 2016, 1:57 a.m.(9/5/1004 AR)
Isolde was right.
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