Written By Lucita
Nov. 18, 2022, 3:57 p.m.(11/21/1018 AR)
I am a Baroness-regent who freely admits that music is my passion. I sing, play a variety of instruments and do the usual acting and dancing that sometimes accompanies various songs, else one looks like a stiff stick standing there warbling.
When I travel, I sometimes use these skills as a bard. It gets one a welcome and treated to drinks and good food in most villages and hamlets. Singing in those circumstances is a pleasure. I must admit though that one of the lousiest songs I ever composed on the spot was when facing a slaver trying to capture me. I sang at him and taunted him as I cut his belt and pant waist so they fell to slow him down and eventually managed to get past his hatchets and get rid of him. I think the other slavers who evaded the group of those freeing the captives could not decide if the man died of embarassment or from the wounds I gave him. And believe me, it was such a lousy song, it does not bear being committed to paper unless it undergoes some serious rewording.
When I travel, I sometimes use these skills as a bard. It gets one a welcome and treated to drinks and good food in most villages and hamlets. Singing in those circumstances is a pleasure. I must admit though that one of the lousiest songs I ever composed on the spot was when facing a slaver trying to capture me. I sang at him and taunted him as I cut his belt and pant waist so they fell to slow him down and eventually managed to get past his hatchets and get rid of him. I think the other slavers who evaded the group of those freeing the captives could not decide if the man died of embarassment or from the wounds I gave him. And believe me, it was such a lousy song, it does not bear being committed to paper unless it undergoes some serious rewording.
Written By Ann
Nov. 17, 2022, 7:41 p.m.(11/19/1018 AR)
Minnow
Little One
Caught
Heart
Tiptoeing
Over the edge
Peering
Wondering
Colors
Dreaming
Wind
Dance
Water
Woods
North
Bells
Freedom
Flowers
Scarves
Dresses
Whispers
Delight
Heat
Lust
Emotions
Waiting
Worrying
At the docks
Little One
Caught
Heart
Tiptoeing
Over the edge
Peering
Wondering
Colors
Dreaming
Wind
Dance
Water
Woods
North
Bells
Freedom
Flowers
Scarves
Dresses
Whispers
Delight
Heat
Lust
Emotions
Waiting
Worrying
At the docks
Written By Cillian
Nov. 17, 2022, 10:54 a.m.(11/19/1018 AR)
A walk in the woods
The quick sight of prey
The Instict kicks in
The Hunter is on the hunt
Stalking waiting patiently
Heart beating hard
The sound filling ears
Like thunder rolling over water
The sent caught on the wind
A chase
A game
A grunt
A groan
A flash of teeth
Pain
Exciment
Breaths taken deeply
The hunter stands and looks down
The hunter has not only caught one
But two prey this day.
The quick sight of prey
The Instict kicks in
The Hunter is on the hunt
Stalking waiting patiently
Heart beating hard
The sound filling ears
Like thunder rolling over water
The sent caught on the wind
A chase
A game
A grunt
A groan
A flash of teeth
Pain
Exciment
Breaths taken deeply
The hunter stands and looks down
The hunter has not only caught one
But two prey this day.
Written By Mattheu
Nov. 15, 2022, 11:02 p.m.(11/16/1018 AR)
A mixed drink. Unbreakable eye contact.
A sound which pulls upon every piece of your being, to suffocate you with love and sweetness. A million smiles within 'Ima', my heart.
May I only fade upon shores unseen, and never before.
There's something pulling, tugging, seeking to grab upon and slowly find its way to spread through you until there's nothing left.
Seeking to drain every last being of you...
Not within darkness, nor to be hopeless. Simply an emptiness seeking to pull every slice of cheery color and sparkle from these dusty eyes.
To break free from these chains, to fight back and lift up limbs once tied back. No longer sinking willingly.
We must step back and see for what it is that we fight.
For it is love. A cool soft breeze upon a cloth hung, bells left to sing in every breath
For it is heart. As the waters slip under sail and curl to nuzzle upon us
A sound which pulls upon every piece of your being, to suffocate you with love and sweetness. A million smiles within 'Ima', my heart.
May I only fade upon shores unseen, and never before.
There's something pulling, tugging, seeking to grab upon and slowly find its way to spread through you until there's nothing left.
Seeking to drain every last being of you...
Not within darkness, nor to be hopeless. Simply an emptiness seeking to pull every slice of cheery color and sparkle from these dusty eyes.
To break free from these chains, to fight back and lift up limbs once tied back. No longer sinking willingly.
We must step back and see for what it is that we fight.
For it is love. A cool soft breeze upon a cloth hung, bells left to sing in every breath
For it is heart. As the waters slip under sail and curl to nuzzle upon us
Written By Enyo
Nov. 15, 2022, 9:14 p.m.(11/15/1018 AR)
Relationship Note on Savio
I have heard murmurings of a steamy dreamy poem...
Is it too soon to say you're my new favorite person? Do you teach a class? Can we have a drink and you teach me all your ways? Poetry is still a struggle, I'm much better at dramatic prose.
Is it too soon to say you're my new favorite person? Do you teach a class? Can we have a drink and you teach me all your ways? Poetry is still a struggle, I'm much better at dramatic prose.
Written By Savio
Nov. 15, 2022, 9:49 a.m.(11/14/1018 AR)
Relationship Note on Enyo
The best word that rhymes with dreamy
Does indeed sound somewhat steamy
And while this might be so amusing
Perhaps it's best to go with brooding
Is the subject stern and glum?
They hate frivolity and fun?
They roll their eyes at what you show them?
Who cares, they're gonna love your poem.
Does indeed sound somewhat steamy
And while this might be so amusing
Perhaps it's best to go with brooding
Is the subject stern and glum?
They hate frivolity and fun?
They roll their eyes at what you show them?
Who cares, they're gonna love your poem.
Written By Ann
Nov. 15, 2022, 5:20 a.m.(11/14/1018 AR)
Life has been calm and manageable right now. Makes me wonder what is coming around the corner? What should we be preparing for next? Guess the gods will let us know soon enough. Hope we are ready.
Written By Enyo
Nov. 14, 2022, 2:09 p.m.(11/13/1018 AR)
I love bards.
I love love songs.
I love poetry.
I'm going to write more....for you know who.
Does anyone know a good word that rhymes with brooding? Or maybe even dreamy? I feel certain words would probably be a bad idea to use for rhyming with dreamy...but maybe not.
I love love songs.
I love poetry.
I'm going to write more....for you know who.
Does anyone know a good word that rhymes with brooding? Or maybe even dreamy? I feel certain words would probably be a bad idea to use for rhyming with dreamy...but maybe not.
Written By Neilda
Nov. 14, 2022, 7:33 a.m.(11/12/1018 AR)
I absolutely adore the views of the city from the various ramparts, especially on clear autumn days.
Written By Neilda
Nov. 14, 2022, 2:10 a.m.(11/12/1018 AR)
There was a small expedition that set out to rescue a cargo ship that was raided and run aground by a group of marauders. We made quick work of them -- we did.
Now --
I have a pretty harpoon to remind myself of how much fun that way was had.
Poor Old Gregg.
Now --
I have a pretty harpoon to remind myself of how much fun that way was had.
Poor Old Gregg.
Written By Torian
Nov. 13, 2022, 10:54 p.m.(11/12/1018 AR)
Nobody likes being followed. It puts us out of our ease.
Uneasy people can make rash decisions.
Uneasy people can make rash decisions.
Written By Savio
Nov. 13, 2022, 10:31 p.m.(11/12/1018 AR)
Oh I hate bards, they're so annoying
I hate love songs, sweet and cloying
I can't stand epics, long and dreary
Shanties make me cross and weary
More trying still, you have the poets
One would hope that they'd outgrow it
But no, they're out here wasting time
Accosting readers with their rhymes
Both types think they're oh so clever
When they're not, by any measure
Boisterous, smug, and so obnoxious
No other vexation can top this
The very worst is when they tease
Someone who simply disagrees
Oh I hate bards, as you can see --
Hold up now, is this about me?
I hate love songs, sweet and cloying
I can't stand epics, long and dreary
Shanties make me cross and weary
More trying still, you have the poets
One would hope that they'd outgrow it
But no, they're out here wasting time
Accosting readers with their rhymes
Both types think they're oh so clever
When they're not, by any measure
Boisterous, smug, and so obnoxious
No other vexation can top this
The very worst is when they tease
Someone who simply disagrees
Oh I hate bards, as you can see --
Hold up now, is this about me?
Written By Ramona
Nov. 13, 2022, 9:33 p.m.(11/11/1018 AR)
Had the chance to visit the Archives of Vellichor. I have to remember to not fall asleep in the stacks...there's so many journals to review there.
Written By Tesha
Nov. 13, 2022, 9:27 p.m.(11/11/1018 AR)
I don't tend to be one that has the best fashion sense, but, I have decided what I'm going to do with this missing eye of mine. And I'm guessing that it might bring some very odd conversations. I'm excited to get the process started though.
Written By Tesha
Nov. 13, 2022, 8:03 p.m.(11/11/1018 AR)
This year has gone by so quickly, I'm almost afraid to think of this next one will bring us.
Written By Lark
Nov. 13, 2022, 6:57 p.m.(11/11/1018 AR)
Looking toward winter's approach during times of widespread strife, and all the trepidation and caution that inspires. It requires its own brand of preparation.
I can't recall having a greater reason to embrace the shift of the seasons than I do now. I just wish I could slow things down, if only to catch my bearings.
Already, I can picture the sun's brightness bouncing off the snow.
I can't recall having a greater reason to embrace the shift of the seasons than I do now. I just wish I could slow things down, if only to catch my bearings.
Already, I can picture the sun's brightness bouncing off the snow.
Written By Haakon
Nov. 13, 2022, 4:08 p.m.(11/11/1018 AR)
Those who cry for the Old Ways to return would do well to remember that we of Eswynd keep the old, hard ways more dearly than any Arvani.
And if they forget, we will remind them with spear and torch.
Dredcall cannot protect their people.
Death to all traitors.
And if they forget, we will remind them with spear and torch.
Dredcall cannot protect their people.
Death to all traitors.
Written By Gwenna
Nov. 13, 2022, 3 p.m.(11/11/1018 AR)
The seasons have changed again, and I sometimes feel like they all go too fast, blurring from one to another as the Compact faces tragedy and triumph. Winter is, unsurprisingly, my favorite time of the year but there is something to be said for the absolute beauty of autumn. Surely there are hundreds, if not thousands, of poems and songs about the changing of the leaves, but it truly is a spectacular vision. It is rarely the same and the wonder of it all never seems lost with experience.
Written By Mabelle
Nov. 13, 2022, 2:19 p.m.(11/11/1018 AR)
Being direct in your intentions is never the best way, apparently.
Written By Mabelle
Nov. 13, 2022, 10:26 a.m.(11/11/1018 AR)
Two drops upon one cheek,
Trailing down with each critique,
Thoughts of future ever bleak,
Havoc cannot be allowed to wreak.
Trailing down with each critique,
Thoughts of future ever bleak,
Havoc cannot be allowed to wreak.
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