Written By Joscelin
Sept. 25, 2016, 6:23 p.m.(9/4/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Valkieri
I'm not sure what to make of this man. Stiff, noble, and ... uncertain? Hard to tell.
Written By Joscelin
Sept. 25, 2016, 6:15 p.m.(9/4/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Aureth
Aureth Grayhope has lingered at the edges of my circles for a long while now, but I had the chance to actually speak to him today.
The man likes his coffee.
The man likes his coffee.
Written By Joscelin
Sept. 24, 2016, 7:44 p.m.(9/1/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Sylvie
Sometimes I find mysteries, and other times ... mysteries find me. So it is with the Lady Sylphie. I look forward to working with her more in the future.
Written By Joscelin
Sept. 24, 2016, 1:52 a.m.(8/27/1004 AR)
It has been a week of unexpected business, and busy-ness. Between speaking to every crafter I can get a messenger to, meeting newcomers, speaking to new clients, creating custom pieces for all manner of reasons, and even some personal matters... it's been a very long week indeed.
I think I am done with my journal tonight. I haven't the energy to detail all my thoughts and feelings for the moment.
Also, my back is killing me.
I think I am done with my journal tonight. I haven't the energy to detail all my thoughts and feelings for the moment.
Also, my back is killing me.
Written By Joscelin
Sept. 22, 2016, 10:50 p.m.(8/23/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Viktarkim
I made him smile once.
Written By Joscelin
Sept. 22, 2016, 12:37 a.m.(8/21/1004 AR)
Lady Kima sent me several southern-inspired designs today. I have to say, I didn't expect to be so taken by them, but they are just so -different-....
I'm sharing the designs with several of my fellow guildmembers. If I'm so easily inspired by them, perhaps they are too?
I'm sharing the designs with several of my fellow guildmembers. If I'm so easily inspired by them, perhaps they are too?
Written By Joscelin
Sept. 20, 2016, 10:48 p.m.(8/17/1004 AR)
Since it isn't common knowledge, I'll put it here for posterity's sake:
My mother was a native of the Saffron Isles, at least by birth. Raised in Arx, she married my father, a soldier in the King's infantry. They had three children, a boy and two girls.
My father was originally of Lycene, and his sister was his shield-mate and fighting twin to his sword-bearing.
Some of the infantry might still do this, but when my father fought, he was one of the fighters that fought in pairs, with my aunt bearing the towershield and he his hand-and-a-half sword.
He died when I was young, before I made apprentice. I remember many things about him.
He bought his armor almost exclusively from the Thornburns.
He had a rubicund dagger that I haven't been able to find, but I haven't been to the field of his death and it's been some two decades since then.
He smelled of pine-needles and smoke when he'd kiss me goodnight.
I have his smile, and his curls.
His name was Charlemagne but everyone called him Arlo.
My mother still misses him and refuses to marry another.
My mother was a native of the Saffron Isles, at least by birth. Raised in Arx, she married my father, a soldier in the King's infantry. They had three children, a boy and two girls.
My father was originally of Lycene, and his sister was his shield-mate and fighting twin to his sword-bearing.
Some of the infantry might still do this, but when my father fought, he was one of the fighters that fought in pairs, with my aunt bearing the towershield and he his hand-and-a-half sword.
He died when I was young, before I made apprentice. I remember many things about him.
He bought his armor almost exclusively from the Thornburns.
He had a rubicund dagger that I haven't been able to find, but I haven't been to the field of his death and it's been some two decades since then.
He smelled of pine-needles and smoke when he'd kiss me goodnight.
I have his smile, and his curls.
His name was Charlemagne but everyone called him Arlo.
My mother still misses him and refuses to marry another.
Written By Joscelin
Sept. 20, 2016, 5:29 p.m.(8/17/1004 AR)
I went by Eithne's shop looking for her today. The Thornburns made the armor my father wore for decades in the King's infantry, he and my aunt both.
I haven't spoken of it in a long while, but the ears that were there today to receive the words couldn't have been more unintended if I'd planned on it. He was gracious about it though.
I forget sometimes that while my emotions are close to the surface, many of my thoughts are not. In my loneliness, I draw them inward and muse over things, much as a dog might an old bone. I forget that my words hold weight and meaning for more than just baubles for the nobility.
I haven't spoken of it in a long while, but the ears that were there today to receive the words couldn't have been more unintended if I'd planned on it. He was gracious about it though.
I forget sometimes that while my emotions are close to the surface, many of my thoughts are not. In my loneliness, I draw them inward and muse over things, much as a dog might an old bone. I forget that my words hold weight and meaning for more than just baubles for the nobility.
Written By Joscelin
Sept. 20, 2016, 1:55 p.m.(8/16/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Alistair
I was passing through the boroughs, down a familiar street and I thought of days long since gone, when I would steal food from the kitchens to feed my new friend, a worn-out looking boy who looked to be starving.
I remember getting caught, too. Lady Iona Bisland was made aware of it and I was threatened with switching.
But I knew somewhat of the effect these brown eyes could have on a person. I'd been using them on my mother and father for -years-. And then there's curls; Iona Bisland was ever fond of my curls.
I was never sure what Alistair made of me. Antsy little girl bouncing around him like he was the most interesting thing I'd ever seen. And up to that point, he really was.
I miss him. His letters are always sparse but I appreciate every one of them. I wonder what he would make of me these days? Would he call me ambitious or accuse me of joining the ranks of those he distrusts?
I hope not. I don't know if anyone else knows me from before as he did.
I remember getting caught, too. Lady Iona Bisland was made aware of it and I was threatened with switching.
But I knew somewhat of the effect these brown eyes could have on a person. I'd been using them on my mother and father for -years-. And then there's curls; Iona Bisland was ever fond of my curls.
I was never sure what Alistair made of me. Antsy little girl bouncing around him like he was the most interesting thing I'd ever seen. And up to that point, he really was.
I miss him. His letters are always sparse but I appreciate every one of them. I wonder what he would make of me these days? Would he call me ambitious or accuse me of joining the ranks of those he distrusts?
I hope not. I don't know if anyone else knows me from before as he did.
Written By Joscelin
Sept. 19, 2016, 12:26 a.m.(8/12/1004 AR)
I ...
...think too much.
...think too much.
Written By Joscelin
Sept. 18, 2016, 9:41 p.m.(8/11/1004 AR)
Well then.
I'm sitting on this idea of taking on the Guildmaster post for the Crafters Guild, and while I sort of ... volunteered for it for the sake of my peers, I'm a little daunted by how much work needs to be done.
I need quite desperately to speak to my fellow crafters. I'm not about to take a position without their apathy at the very least, and the majority of their support at best. I know how most of us work; we are devoted to making and tend to desire little else outside of practicing our trade except to create in peace. Most of us.
Gods help me. It's going to be like herding cats.
I'm sitting on this idea of taking on the Guildmaster post for the Crafters Guild, and while I sort of ... volunteered for it for the sake of my peers, I'm a little daunted by how much work needs to be done.
I need quite desperately to speak to my fellow crafters. I'm not about to take a position without their apathy at the very least, and the majority of their support at best. I know how most of us work; we are devoted to making and tend to desire little else outside of practicing our trade except to create in peace. Most of us.
Gods help me. It's going to be like herding cats.
Written By Joscelin
Sept. 17, 2016, 2:54 a.m.(8/6/1004 AR)
Tell me, scholar:
Do you think 'Lagoma's labia' a suitable replacement for 'Tehom's tits'?
Perhaps, 'Gild's gonads!' then.
Or 'Petrichor's pecker!'
'Mangata's magnanimous mammaries!
-oh, no worries, scholar, I can do this all day.
'Sentinel's scapulae!'
'Gloria's gall bladder!'
'Limerance's legs!'
'Vellichor's vagina!'
...well -of course- I'm going to keep Jayus out of that bit. I'm not a -complete- heathen, thank you.
Do you think 'Lagoma's labia' a suitable replacement for 'Tehom's tits'?
Perhaps, 'Gild's gonads!' then.
Or 'Petrichor's pecker!'
'Mangata's magnanimous mammaries!
-oh, no worries, scholar, I can do this all day.
'Sentinel's scapulae!'
'Gloria's gall bladder!'
'Limerance's legs!'
'Vellichor's vagina!'
...well -of course- I'm going to keep Jayus out of that bit. I'm not a -complete- heathen, thank you.
Written By Joscelin
Sept. 17, 2016, 2:47 a.m.(8/6/1004 AR)
... suppose I should stop using 'Tehom's tits!' as my favorite expletive, now.
Written By Joscelin
Sept. 16, 2016, 9:36 p.m.(8/5/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Prospero
Having only spoken to the man via messenger, I didn't recognize Litigator Fidante until he introduced himself in person.
Eloquent, polite, gentile, but not pretentious, which I greatly appreciate. Our conversation was pleasant, I was actually disappointed to see him leave so soon.
Eloquent, polite, gentile, but not pretentious, which I greatly appreciate. Our conversation was pleasant, I was actually disappointed to see him leave so soon.
Written By Joscelin
Sept. 16, 2016, 12:41 a.m.(8/3/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Acacia
Such a striking woman, she arrests my attention every time she's near.
Written By Joscelin
Sept. 16, 2016, 12:41 a.m.(8/3/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Kima
I really don't think there's anyone in the world as brilliant and delightfully promiscuous as Kima Saik. I adore that woman. I wish I was half as brave as she.
Written By Joscelin
Sept. 15, 2016, 10:52 p.m.(8/3/1004 AR)
"Blessed child, favored of the Pantheon, receive this blessing and go forth, as a servant, to heal the world around you, to offer wealth and aid to those that seek to heal the King, in Faith and in medicine. Glorify they, in whom our direction lies."
I'm not sure why this felt like instruction, but it really did.
I need to think on it more.
Also heebee the jeebies, mirrors. I'll keep my hand-obsidian reflectors.
I'm not sure why this felt like instruction, but it really did.
I need to think on it more.
Also heebee the jeebies, mirrors. I'll keep my hand-obsidian reflectors.
Written By Joscelin
Sept. 15, 2016, 11:22 a.m.(8/1/1004 AR)
When Anastasio Belardi sent out a call for the post of guildmaster,I had much the same reaction as everyone else: no thank you, I would rather be working on my craft.
While it amuses me that all of us spoke with the same disinterest, it strikes me as careless that we have no voice for ourselves as a collective -and- a guild. While I really have no interest in being a leader, with the responsibilities and burdens such a position would take from my time as a maker, I love the amazing, creative, crazy, hard-working, devoted, Jayus-blessed busy-bodies I call my peers. And with the realization of that love is a need to protect this corner of the community. My corner. Having a Voice in political proceedings and being able to invest in ventures, be they financial, exploration, even local, is simply prudent. Especially with the tension in the air.
So I'm not sure where this road will lead and it may as yet come to pass that I fail at my bid for the post, but it's a road my feet and heart have found and I intend to follow it through.
Gods help me. No, don't write that. I said -don't---
While it amuses me that all of us spoke with the same disinterest, it strikes me as careless that we have no voice for ourselves as a collective -and- a guild. While I really have no interest in being a leader, with the responsibilities and burdens such a position would take from my time as a maker, I love the amazing, creative, crazy, hard-working, devoted, Jayus-blessed busy-bodies I call my peers. And with the realization of that love is a need to protect this corner of the community. My corner. Having a Voice in political proceedings and being able to invest in ventures, be they financial, exploration, even local, is simply prudent. Especially with the tension in the air.
So I'm not sure where this road will lead and it may as yet come to pass that I fail at my bid for the post, but it's a road my feet and heart have found and I intend to follow it through.
Gods help me. No, don't write that. I said -don't---
Written By Joscelin
Sept. 11, 2016, 8:56 p.m.(7/18/1004 AR)
A few hours ago there was a whole giggle of girls, all highborn by their clothing, tittering away as they looked at some of the items in my atelier.
This isn't unusual but they stopped to stare at one of my large object d'art, a sculpture of an obelisk about the height of a standing rabbit. I'd made it years ago in pewter and particularly adored the way I'd managed to pave` set all the little blue topazes in gradiated color, a single double line from base to tip.
Muttering occurred, soft giggles, and embarrassed laughter.
I tried to approach but another customer came in, and I was busy with him until well after they'd left, but my assistant spoke to them, asked them what they were looking for. I missed their blushing replies but made a mental not to ask later.
After my client left and the girls were long gone, I approached my assistant, who was staring at the sculpture that had gained so much attention from those twittering teens.
"Tehom's tits, boy. Did they tell you what they wanted?" I asked her.
The young man looked up at me with burning red cheeks, which isn't a surprise given how those girls ogled, and a bemused frown on his face.
"I... think so. But-" And then he told me what they wanted.
I was confused.
So that's part of the reason I've come here, scholar, thinking to make an entry in your journals while I'm at it. But maybe you can help me?
What on -earth- is a dildo?
This isn't unusual but they stopped to stare at one of my large object d'art, a sculpture of an obelisk about the height of a standing rabbit. I'd made it years ago in pewter and particularly adored the way I'd managed to pave` set all the little blue topazes in gradiated color, a single double line from base to tip.
Muttering occurred, soft giggles, and embarrassed laughter.
I tried to approach but another customer came in, and I was busy with him until well after they'd left, but my assistant spoke to them, asked them what they were looking for. I missed their blushing replies but made a mental not to ask later.
After my client left and the girls were long gone, I approached my assistant, who was staring at the sculpture that had gained so much attention from those twittering teens.
"Tehom's tits, boy. Did they tell you what they wanted?" I asked her.
The young man looked up at me with burning red cheeks, which isn't a surprise given how those girls ogled, and a bemused frown on his face.
"I... think so. But-" And then he told me what they wanted.
I was confused.
So that's part of the reason I've come here, scholar, thinking to make an entry in your journals while I'm at it. But maybe you can help me?
What on -earth- is a dildo?
Written By Joscelin
Sept. 11, 2016, 2:52 p.m.(7/18/1004 AR)
I am possessed of a melancholy today and I'm afraid I don't want to do anything but curl up in my bed with blankets around me, my sketchbook, and a cup of tea and a plate of scones.
Arx can catch on fire for all I care.
No, I am not going to set the city on fire. And no, I don't hate everyone.
It's a turn of phrase, don't get your breeches in a bunch.
Arx can catch on fire for all I care.
No, I am not going to set the city on fire. And no, I don't hate everyone.
It's a turn of phrase, don't get your breeches in a bunch.
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