Written By Sydney
March 20, 2021, 5:03 p.m.(2/23/1015 AR)
Paths diverge when you least expect them to. Everything that I once held to be self-evident is in question - if this is the proper way to live, then why has it failed me over, and over, and over again?
I'm thankful for the sand and the snow, for granting me even the most temporary of reprieves from having to examine it too closely, knowing I won't enjoy the experience.
I cannot change myself without losing something. I cannot remain myself without losing something.
I'm thankful for the sand and the snow, for granting me even the most temporary of reprieves from having to examine it too closely, knowing I won't enjoy the experience.
I cannot change myself without losing something. I cannot remain myself without losing something.
Written By Cambria
March 20, 2021, 2:15 p.m.(2/23/1015 AR)
The key to wisdom is, naturally, to ask questions frequently and assiduously.
Written By Quenia
March 20, 2021, 7:17 a.m.(2/22/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Giulio
Of late, I find myself looking through my notes, of the journeys and accomplishments the Mirrorguard has made. During this time, some two years ago, the Mirrorguard were ranging all over the Lyceum, looking into the threat of House Thornweave after the holding of the Volkov's was destroyed.
The things and people they faced were incredibly dangerous, and I can only commend them for their bravery and their willingness to step in where others might not. They faced the impossible and made difficult decisions.
Among them was Count Giulio Corvini. He and his group, which included my cousin Lady Yelana Igniseri, Lady Esme Fidante, Lady Mabelle Laurent, Ras Al-Katibi, and Lord Vicente Fidante, were able to rescue a young girl and her brother from a village that had been decimated by attackers.
Were it not for their actions, that family may have never been reunited. Worse, the boy they found, a young lad of 18, may have perished where he had been hiding during the assault on his down. It was through their efforts that they were able to discover him trapped in a cellar. They were the only survivors, that they could discover, of that particular assault.
The world is a lesser place without Count Giulio and his influence in it.
The things and people they faced were incredibly dangerous, and I can only commend them for their bravery and their willingness to step in where others might not. They faced the impossible and made difficult decisions.
Among them was Count Giulio Corvini. He and his group, which included my cousin Lady Yelana Igniseri, Lady Esme Fidante, Lady Mabelle Laurent, Ras Al-Katibi, and Lord Vicente Fidante, were able to rescue a young girl and her brother from a village that had been decimated by attackers.
Were it not for their actions, that family may have never been reunited. Worse, the boy they found, a young lad of 18, may have perished where he had been hiding during the assault on his down. It was through their efforts that they were able to discover him trapped in a cellar. They were the only survivors, that they could discover, of that particular assault.
The world is a lesser place without Count Giulio and his influence in it.
Written By Aonghus
March 20, 2021, 6:30 a.m.(2/22/1015 AR)
No matter how good the armor... There is a weapon that shall pierce it.,
No matter how strong the heart... There is a person that shall fill it,
No matter how we find our path... There is a bridge that we must cross.
The path will find its heart and then its true armor,
Pierced through by someone found across the bridge,
To pace, to love, and to protect all that we hold precious.
No matter how strong the heart... There is a person that shall fill it,
No matter how we find our path... There is a bridge that we must cross.
The path will find its heart and then its true armor,
Pierced through by someone found across the bridge,
To pace, to love, and to protect all that we hold precious.
Written By Aonghus
March 20, 2021, 6:16 a.m.(2/22/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Bridget
Whimsical blade,
There is a light of life in this one that has one seeing that the moment is far more important than seeing the doom of the future or the pains of the past. A simple game and all of it was forgotten in the beauty of her smile and her laugh. It made for a far more interesting evening than I could have ever planned myself. Where the future filled with such conversation and joyful moments such as this and not the looming threat of war.
There is a light of life in this one that has one seeing that the moment is far more important than seeing the doom of the future or the pains of the past. A simple game and all of it was forgotten in the beauty of her smile and her laugh. It made for a far more interesting evening than I could have ever planned myself. Where the future filled with such conversation and joyful moments such as this and not the looming threat of war.
Written By Aonghus
March 20, 2021, 6:05 a.m.(2/22/1015 AR)
Timing...
Even as the hammer falls and rings out its clarity of steel, my return has come at an unfortunate time for all, but perhaps a fortunate few will see the benefits of my skills. Will my foreign skills be enough to see a few through these dark times?
Even as the hammer falls and rings out its clarity of steel, my return has come at an unfortunate time for all, but perhaps a fortunate few will see the benefits of my skills. Will my foreign skills be enough to see a few through these dark times?
Written By Valarian
March 20, 2021, 5:52 a.m.(2/22/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Mabelle
The Heart of Laurent
A Sun in the coldest nights and a woman that is as beautiful as she is a master with words. A fashion sense to make both brighter and to light the mind of fancier times and warmer days. She does well for Laurent as their Voice and Minister of their house's people. I will have to find more time to converse with her about many subjects.
A Sun in the coldest nights and a woman that is as beautiful as she is a master with words. A fashion sense to make both brighter and to light the mind of fancier times and warmer days. She does well for Laurent as their Voice and Minister of their house's people. I will have to find more time to converse with her about many subjects.
Written By Valarian
March 20, 2021, 5:49 a.m.(2/22/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Mabelle
The Heart of Laurent
A Sun in the coldest nights and a woman that is as beautiful as she is a master with words. A fashion sense to make both brighter and to light the mind of fancier times and warmer days. She does well for Laurent as their Voice and Minister of their house's people. I will have to find more time to converse with her about many subjects.
A Sun in the coldest nights and a woman that is as beautiful as she is a master with words. A fashion sense to make both brighter and to light the mind of fancier times and warmer days. She does well for Laurent as their Voice and Minister of their house's people. I will have to find more time to converse with her about many subjects.
Written By Valarian
March 20, 2021, 4:34 a.m.(2/22/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Zakhar
The Wild Minded
I met a very curious man. a Man that has seen many years of strife, of vengeful tides and the madness that creeps upon the world. I see him, I see me there within the light of his eyes that tumble away into the dark of madness from loss and grief unbearable by most. How long can someone hold the madness behind the iron will of the walls he has raised in his mind. What is beyond those defenses he has erected and what horrors await us all beyond the walls of Arx? If I live, will this man be what I become? Is it really that bad to consider, at least he still lives where many faces I will never see again.
I met a very curious man. a Man that has seen many years of strife, of vengeful tides and the madness that creeps upon the world. I see him, I see me there within the light of his eyes that tumble away into the dark of madness from loss and grief unbearable by most. How long can someone hold the madness behind the iron will of the walls he has raised in his mind. What is beyond those defenses he has erected and what horrors await us all beyond the walls of Arx? If I live, will this man be what I become? Is it really that bad to consider, at least he still lives where many faces I will never see again.
Written By Valarian
March 20, 2021, 4:33 a.m.(2/22/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Zakhar
The Wild Minded
I met a very curious man. a Man that has seen many years of strife, of vengeful tides and the madness that creeps upon the world. I see him, I see me there within the light of his eyes that tumble away into the dark of madness from loss and grief unbearable by most. How long can someone hold the madness behind the iron will of the walls he has raised in his mind. What is beyond those defenses he has erected and what horrors await us all beyond the walls of Arx? If I live, will this man be what I become? Is it really that bad to consider, at least he still lives where many faces I will never see again.
I met a very curious man. a Man that has seen many years of strife, of vengeful tides and the madness that creeps upon the world. I see him, I see me there within the light of his eyes that tumble away into the dark of madness from loss and grief unbearable by most. How long can someone hold the madness behind the iron will of the walls he has raised in his mind. What is beyond those defenses he has erected and what horrors await us all beyond the walls of Arx? If I live, will this man be what I become? Is it really that bad to consider, at least he still lives where many faces I will never see again.
Written By Tila
March 20, 2021, 1:51 a.m.(2/22/1015 AR)
I attended a wonderful session of teaching and learning organized by Lady Kaia Malvici. She is excellent at organizing and instructing students. I learned so much from her about investigation and hope to learn more from her in future.
Several other instructors were there, each skilled and ready to teach. Cirroch learned some very important things as well. I am very happy I attended.
Several other instructors were there, each skilled and ready to teach. Cirroch learned some very important things as well. I am very happy I attended.
Written By Catriona
March 20, 2021, 1:21 a.m.(2/22/1015 AR)
I was treated to wonderful hospitality by Lord Haakon and Lady Medeia Eswyn. Their hall is a wonderful place to gather and visit. I look forward to spending more time enjoying being their guest.
Written By Mabelle
March 19, 2021, 11:05 p.m.(2/22/1015 AR)
It has been a week of interesting offers.
Written By Alarissa
March 19, 2021, 11:03 p.m.(2/22/1015 AR)
The second entry has been submitted for the literary competition.
Needless to say, I have asked Victus to flex his pectoral muscles a few times so I can picture what is going on in the book.
Maxene was laughing at the end of it and I can just imagine a few fighters that I know who would most certainly be on par with those in this time.
How many more will be coming? Fiction? Non-Fiction?
Needless to say, I have asked Victus to flex his pectoral muscles a few times so I can picture what is going on in the book.
Maxene was laughing at the end of it and I can just imagine a few fighters that I know who would most certainly be on par with those in this time.
How many more will be coming? Fiction? Non-Fiction?
Written By Haakon
March 19, 2021, 10:36 p.m.(2/22/1015 AR)
Sang this at the shanty gather. It's a winter rowing song for the leaner years before my people turned Prodigal. The Seraph of Eswynd Rock hates it.
"Winter Winds"
When the hungry winds of winter blow,
When the rocks will grow no more but snow
And the fishing nets have naught to show,
What must be done, we know.
Blow, ye winter winds, blow.
For in lean hard years of famine fame
The Goddess grants what the bold can claim,
Warriors of Eswynd earn your names,
To the longships we hove.
Blow, ye winter winds, blow.
We set to sea with naught but water,
What food remains with our wives and daughters,
We’ll live or die by the foemen’s slaughter,
A reaving we must go.
Blow, ye winter winds, blow.
Three icy days by the East Wind cast
Afore Maelstrom's coast is spied at last,
None but the brave will break their fast,
When Eswynd steel we show.
Blow, ye winter winds, blow.
We’re upon their shore with last light's gloam
No warning had but our rowing drum,
Take what you can 'ere the Serpents come
And leave naught for the crows.
Blow, ye winter winds, blow.
We'll take their silver but prize their grain,
Red our spears by the stubborn stained,
We'll live, we'll reave, and we'll fight again,
Heave for the longship's hold.
Blow, ye winter winds, blow.
Overland we hear the horseman’s call,
Fast back to sea or ye’ll be their thrall,
Fly to the longships, one and all,
Set sail for Eswyndol.
Blow, ye winter winds, blow.
From returning ships a horn blast rings,
Dry fish, stale bread are the fare of Kings
Until the white isles grow green with spring,
Blow, ye winter winds, blow.
Blow, ye winter winds, blow.
"Winter Winds"
When the hungry winds of winter blow,
When the rocks will grow no more but snow
And the fishing nets have naught to show,
What must be done, we know.
Blow, ye winter winds, blow.
For in lean hard years of famine fame
The Goddess grants what the bold can claim,
Warriors of Eswynd earn your names,
To the longships we hove.
Blow, ye winter winds, blow.
We set to sea with naught but water,
What food remains with our wives and daughters,
We’ll live or die by the foemen’s slaughter,
A reaving we must go.
Blow, ye winter winds, blow.
Three icy days by the East Wind cast
Afore Maelstrom's coast is spied at last,
None but the brave will break their fast,
When Eswynd steel we show.
Blow, ye winter winds, blow.
We’re upon their shore with last light's gloam
No warning had but our rowing drum,
Take what you can 'ere the Serpents come
And leave naught for the crows.
Blow, ye winter winds, blow.
We'll take their silver but prize their grain,
Red our spears by the stubborn stained,
We'll live, we'll reave, and we'll fight again,
Heave for the longship's hold.
Blow, ye winter winds, blow.
Overland we hear the horseman’s call,
Fast back to sea or ye’ll be their thrall,
Fly to the longships, one and all,
Set sail for Eswyndol.
Blow, ye winter winds, blow.
From returning ships a horn blast rings,
Dry fish, stale bread are the fare of Kings
Until the white isles grow green with spring,
Blow, ye winter winds, blow.
Blow, ye winter winds, blow.
Written By Catriona
March 19, 2021, 10:15 p.m.(2/22/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Coraline
My twin and I are back in the same city. I do not know if Arx (and Klaus) are prepared for the combination. I have missed her spirit and view of the world. She know many interesting and wonderful people. I look forward to spending more time getting to know them.
Written By Zakhar
March 19, 2021, 7:22 p.m.(2/21/1015 AR)
Redesign of the first pot, it didn't have a way to release the pressure! I have taken the design of a tea kettle and hammered the steel into a cylinder which then has a second chamber within. One for the fire, this should keep things contained and not able to be put out if the water boils over, another to hold the water with a vent, allowing for pressure to be released. Though I did not wish for all of the pressure to be released right away so I made the vent small. This would prove to be a good idea later, and I'm still curious to what occurred to cause the launch.
I thought that putting a small sliding door into the front of the pot would allow for ease of adding more wood to fuel the fire within. Scholar, this proved even more dangerous as the fires got hotter I had to find a glove to be able to open the door which allowed the fire within to jump out. I'm happy to report that my leathers did not catch fire and helped keep my knees safe, though one of the kits was very angry with me for a moment and would not come out from under the bushes in the garden for quite some time after that little flicker leaped out.
While I was fighting with the cat to come out of the bushes, I scratched myself on the bush, and had a mild panic about which bush it was that I have brushed against. It was in this moment that the second pot decided to make a very loud whistling which came to a sudden stop launching itself into the nights sky. Thankfully it didn't rain metal down like the first time, though I was visited by the guard again to verify what the neighbors described as a crazy old man screaming at a cat then a bush as something took off into the nights sky.
I am happy to report that the barrel was found mostly in one piece down by the beaches.
Going to attempt to make a stronger steel. The pot should not be flying.
I thought that putting a small sliding door into the front of the pot would allow for ease of adding more wood to fuel the fire within. Scholar, this proved even more dangerous as the fires got hotter I had to find a glove to be able to open the door which allowed the fire within to jump out. I'm happy to report that my leathers did not catch fire and helped keep my knees safe, though one of the kits was very angry with me for a moment and would not come out from under the bushes in the garden for quite some time after that little flicker leaped out.
While I was fighting with the cat to come out of the bushes, I scratched myself on the bush, and had a mild panic about which bush it was that I have brushed against. It was in this moment that the second pot decided to make a very loud whistling which came to a sudden stop launching itself into the nights sky. Thankfully it didn't rain metal down like the first time, though I was visited by the guard again to verify what the neighbors described as a crazy old man screaming at a cat then a bush as something took off into the nights sky.
I am happy to report that the barrel was found mostly in one piece down by the beaches.
Going to attempt to make a stronger steel. The pot should not be flying.
Written By Lucita
March 19, 2021, 5:35 p.m.(2/21/1015 AR)
Times like this the burden of leadership is a heavy one. Trhing to decide which of conflicting advice to follow, calculating expenses and estimated loss of lives... feeling sick inside at knowing one is sending good men into a situation where several may die is difficult. Necessary but difficult. It reminds me of what Prince Talen used to say at Setarco about knowing he had to send men to their deaths.
Written By Eirene
March 19, 2021, 5:02 p.m.(2/21/1015 AR)
Ever see a person and just think, 'they deserve to be punched in the face?' and then they open a pie-hole and your thoughts are totally confirmed? Yeah.
And no, not going to say who.
And no, not going to say who.
Written By Lyra
March 19, 2021, 4:47 p.m.(2/21/1015 AR)
There is much to be said for the simple fare of bread, cheese and a bottle of cider, shared between friends in a barn. It levels people, and it's something that I should do more often.
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