Written By Lys
Nov. 7, 2023, 11:49 p.m.(2/25/1021 AR)
I may ... need to find an event planner of some sort. I am so excited for the idea of hosting such a large party but I have never done so before...
Written By Ann
Nov. 7, 2023, 2:59 p.m.(2/24/1021 AR)
I woke up from a pleasant slumber to cookies dipped in chocolate. Awe, dear husband what a sweet gesture. Only to hear arguing from Mattheu and Amelia and then criers talking about cookies and people in need? Oh my what has been started? Maybe I need more sleep.
Oh but there are more cookies to be had! Look a whole container to! Thank you to the kind House Acheron. This also reminds me I should bring the children to the soup kitchen so they can do their part. Mmm. Yes, I think I shall.
My favorite nephew did make me giggle in his proclamation, Scholar. Don't tell him that I did that. I'll deny it. Okay, more cookies and more sleep and then soup kitchen.
Oh but there are more cookies to be had! Look a whole container to! Thank you to the kind House Acheron. This also reminds me I should bring the children to the soup kitchen so they can do their part. Mmm. Yes, I think I shall.
My favorite nephew did make me giggle in his proclamation, Scholar. Don't tell him that I did that. I'll deny it. Okay, more cookies and more sleep and then soup kitchen.
Written By Miraya
Nov. 7, 2023, 1:40 p.m.(2/24/1021 AR)
I've never slept so well as I did the other night. I awoke refreshed and renewed. If only for this hunger.
Written By Sydney
Nov. 7, 2023, 12:08 p.m.(2/24/1021 AR)
We like to believe that diplomacy, that change, that philanthropy is something that must be learned. Studied. In many cases, that's true.
But sometimes, it is a matter of reading the situation and stating common sense in a succinct and clear way that can cause people to open their eyes, their hearts, or their coin purses. I'm heartened by the response you've received, and hope that more comes. If we Arx is to be the beacon of Arvum, its people should not live in poverty and squalor.
That should be for cities who get it wrong. When we thrive as a populace, we prosper as a populace.
But sometimes, it is a matter of reading the situation and stating common sense in a succinct and clear way that can cause people to open their eyes, their hearts, or their coin purses. I'm heartened by the response you've received, and hope that more comes. If we Arx is to be the beacon of Arvum, its people should not live in poverty and squalor.
That should be for cities who get it wrong. When we thrive as a populace, we prosper as a populace.
Written By Raymesin
Nov. 6, 2023, 5:49 p.m.(2/23/1021 AR)
Well, Scholar, I never expected that reaction when I wandered up to the market square to see what people were talking about and decided to have a little fun. And it has been fun. It's been absolutely hilarious, listening to the criers sent out to announce things on the street, seeing the vast sums donated to charitable efforts, hearing my own name on peoples' lips as the instigator of good things rather than with the usual curses. And a lot of people will be fed this winter who would have gone hungry, which is even better.
It's still funny, though. I've been laughing all day, listening to the criers go past the window with ever more outlandish statements.
It's still funny, though. I've been laughing all day, listening to the criers go past the window with ever more outlandish statements.
Written By Tanith
Nov. 6, 2023, 5:22 p.m.(2/23/1021 AR)
My husband rarely laughs, and if he does, it's usually a very quiet, wicked snicker. Today, this man has guffawed, chortled, cackled, and giggled, a stream of messengers coming and going, ours and others.
Surely, Tanith, it's something you did. Surely! A terrible baking pun, maybe, or a crack about knives.
No. No, I can't take credit for this fit. I wouldn't if I could, either.
Honestly. Nobles using -town criers- to proclaim -what-, of all things?
I've never underestimated my husband, but in this? I may have. Just a little bit.
Surely, Tanith, it's something you did. Surely! A terrible baking pun, maybe, or a crack about knives.
No. No, I can't take credit for this fit. I wouldn't if I could, either.
Honestly. Nobles using -town criers- to proclaim -what-, of all things?
I've never underestimated my husband, but in this? I may have. Just a little bit.
Written By Eirene
Nov. 6, 2023, 5:13 p.m.(2/23/1021 AR)
There are times I wish I wasn't a member of the nobility... but I need my privilege to do what I need to do, so I can't walk away.
Written By Medeia
Nov. 6, 2023, 3:29 p.m.(2/23/1021 AR)
I know that my heart still beats regularly, it must - I can feel it when I press my hand there, that thump-thump that proves I have life. And yet, in the more ethereal sense? I feel as if my heart has been standing still for days, as if it dares not even spread its wings to brush against the bars of its cage. I cannot tell if I have been breathing. Did I last breathe in or out? When this stillness releases me, will I be left gasping desperately for air or exhaling in relief? I was right. About too many things. All at the same time.
Written By Tikva
Nov. 6, 2023, 12:37 p.m.(2/22/1021 AR)
There is one very interesting thing about being a commoner, and it is that the commoners as a rule do not embrace me with open arms as "one of them"; I still spent years being royalty, being paid an exorbitant salary to represent a noble house, clothed in privilege and status. So it is that when nobles do something wildly out of touch, like having heralds run around the city shouting to each other in a back and forth argument about cookies for the poor, I receive the side eye for it: because I am not really one of them, neither common nor noble, neither one thing nor the other, but a creature that exists in a liminal space, writing strange poetry in the marginalia of society.
Of all the things that I did not expect about this life, enjoying this was one. It is a good position to be a bard in, part of nothing but also part of everything.
Of all the things that I did not expect about this life, enjoying this was one. It is a good position to be a bard in, part of nothing but also part of everything.
Written By Triscali
Nov. 6, 2023, 11:35 a.m.(2/22/1021 AR)
Where did I leave my crown? Do you have it? Did you take it? TELL ME WHERE IT IS.
Written By Viviana
Nov. 6, 2023, 9:52 a.m.(2/22/1021 AR)
When you close your eyes and take a deep breath, savoring the moment.
You are
(alive --)
at sea, and there
is nowhere else you
(me, we, us and her and them)
would rather be.
You are
(alive --)
at sea, and there
is nowhere else you
(me, we, us and her and them)
would rather be.
Written By Jan
Nov. 5, 2023, 11:08 p.m.(2/21/1021 AR)
There are a lot of weddings and births. It's good to see life moving on,.
Written By Neviah
Nov. 5, 2023, 10:48 p.m.(2/21/1021 AR)
I put my hands to the sky and splay my fingers just so. Cross them, web them, and I can almost almost remember.
Like this
Like this
Written By Miraya
Nov. 5, 2023, 9:32 p.m.(2/21/1021 AR)
I am looking forward to what this next week brings. I've made the acquaintance of several people in town, most of whom were exceptionally lovely. The only item on my agenda for this current week is visiting the leatherworker and the weapon smith to refine my blade. After the workout it received this past week, it's definitely going to need some tender loving care.
Written By Ravana
Nov. 5, 2023, 9 p.m.(2/21/1021 AR)
Relationship Note on Viviana
I adore Viviana, she's bold and daring and my life would be far less exciting without her in it. Not to mention, sometimes she says things that catch me by surprise, and that's incredibly rare in a world full of the painfully predictable.
Written By Jan
Nov. 5, 2023, 8:46 p.m.(2/21/1021 AR)
Met Lianne and Apollo and both seemed lovely. I think I passed the first round of vetting.
Written By Ravana
Nov. 5, 2023, 8:46 p.m.(2/21/1021 AR)
Relationship Note on Mirari
I love Mirari so much, my life is pure and unadulterated profit at her side.
Written By Lys
Nov. 5, 2023, 7:34 p.m.(2/21/1021 AR)
I dreamt I stood in the middle of a pigpen. The piglets around me screaming and squealing at the top of their lungs, as they walked closer and closer to me in a circle. I could not escape. All they did was scream.
Written By Kenjay
Nov. 5, 2023, 7:24 p.m.(2/21/1021 AR)
It lifted my heart to see my niece so happy, smiling and laughing and lighting the room with her joy. My new nephew seems a good man, also, and I look forward to getting to know him better. It was kind of the Knight-Sergeant to let me have the evening so that I could join them in celebration.
Written By Avita
Nov. 5, 2023, 3:23 p.m.(2/21/1021 AR)
Oh, Diary...
You've no idea the things I've got planned.
Oh, no, nothing quite like that.
Not yet.
I speak of Fashion, darling.
I speak of art given motion, of words given voice, of songs once lifeless now sung with spirits high, of that which is seen most clearly through a mirror thoroughly broken.
No.
I don't care to elaborate.
Good of you to ask.
Just know that a story is being told, and she dances between the lines you read, laughing at the blindness of the eyes that seek her there yet cannot see her sinful cipher.
You've no idea the things I've got planned.
Oh, no, nothing quite like that.
Not yet.
I speak of Fashion, darling.
I speak of art given motion, of words given voice, of songs once lifeless now sung with spirits high, of that which is seen most clearly through a mirror thoroughly broken.
No.
I don't care to elaborate.
Good of you to ask.
Just know that a story is being told, and she dances between the lines you read, laughing at the blindness of the eyes that seek her there yet cannot see her sinful cipher.
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