Written By Tarik
Oct. 4, 2020, 1:29 p.m.(2/22/1014 AR)
All the marriage challenges have finally be completed. Now, we just need to go to where we are going to get married. I am thinking we might have a party for those who are not able to make the trip.
Written By Porter
Oct. 4, 2020, 12:49 p.m.(2/22/1014 AR)
While I've never enjoyed the ins and outs of paperwork or going to meeting after meeting, I do find that I enjoy the end result quite a bit. I've spent much of late autumn and early winter striving to get in contact with different ports (yes, yes, laugh) and dockyards around Arvum. I have a few more face to face encounters to figure out here in the city, but soon! Soon the construction will begin on a number of new vessels for the Knights of Solace, which in turn will of course be of service to the Faith. And where we're strong on the road, we can be strong along the major shipping routes of the Compact. There's a bit more fundraising to be done for the project, but it's nearly there.
Written By Aconite
Oct. 4, 2020, 12:35 p.m.(2/22/1014 AR)
Good soil isn't just something that is come by, certainly, it can be but it can to also be leeched quickly of all it's benefits. It can be abused and even made barren it's not cared for. Dead earth doesn't grow anything. So with great care and diligence, one should tend the earth in which the roots of one's garden grow.
Written By Porter
Oct. 4, 2020, 12:33 p.m.(2/22/1014 AR)
I've lost a bit of weight. Enough for people to probably have noticed. It's a strange thing to look in the mirror and see a face that's not quite the one that I'm used to, especially since it happened so quickly. There's a gauntness there that I didn't think I would ever see, I can only imagine what the parts under my beard look like. But I can feel it, if I press my fingers down hard enough.
I'm not sure that I would recommend suspending eating for a solid thirteen days. There were parts of it that were sheer torment and sleep doesn't come easy when you don't have a full stomach. Not that I've never been hungry, but I've never been /that/ hungry. It put things in perspective for me, sharply. Painfully. In a way that I'm likely not to ever forget.
And I won't forget the results either. I would do it again, if I needed to. Of course, the process is made easier when you have support. Having Bree and Aethan there were a blessing. I'm lucky.
I'm not sure that I would recommend suspending eating for a solid thirteen days. There were parts of it that were sheer torment and sleep doesn't come easy when you don't have a full stomach. Not that I've never been hungry, but I've never been /that/ hungry. It put things in perspective for me, sharply. Painfully. In a way that I'm likely not to ever forget.
And I won't forget the results either. I would do it again, if I needed to. Of course, the process is made easier when you have support. Having Bree and Aethan there were a blessing. I'm lucky.
Written By Sedna
Oct. 4, 2020, 12:22 p.m.(2/22/1014 AR)
I've been meaning to bundle up, brave the cold, and say my prayers along the beaches. The current piece I've been working on has dominated my attention, instead. I've let it. It's easier to bury one's head in tasks than look up to see the approach of an all too familiar suffering. My cousin, for whom I claim every fondness and loyalty, is at home in war. I no longer fault her for that, but I cannot pretend to be the same.
Having walked our shorelines all my life, having mourned beside the loved ones of our fallen, our tears disappearing into the low lapping waves and gathered seafoam, I cannot want what is coming. I cannot want my place in it.
I meant to make it to the beaches. The intention lingered in the back of my mind until this past evening, it manifested while I slept. I'll call it a nightmare because I don't believe in attributing power to things unduly and because the horrible vision that now clings to my every waking thought already has too much.. power.
Having walked our shorelines all my life, having mourned beside the loved ones of our fallen, our tears disappearing into the low lapping waves and gathered seafoam, I cannot want what is coming. I cannot want my place in it.
I meant to make it to the beaches. The intention lingered in the back of my mind until this past evening, it manifested while I slept. I'll call it a nightmare because I don't believe in attributing power to things unduly and because the horrible vision that now clings to my every waking thought already has too much.. power.
Written By Katarina
Oct. 4, 2020, 10:47 a.m.(2/21/1014 AR)
Today I bid farewell to Quiet, the Valardin champion who has served me loyally for years. It will be strange, when next summer arrives, to no longer experience being dropped into shadow when my giant champion steps into just the right alignment with the sun. His size and strength turn against him as he ages, particularly his knees, and each winter has found my poor champion requiring more and more visits to the Mercies simply to remain active in his training.
And so, I have released him from his duties. Quiet tells me that he has arranged for the purchase of a small cottage in the farmlands near Sanctum, and he plans to enjoy a retirement spent matching his peculiar name. I wish all the best for him, and will make sure to write. I have my worries about such a giant man describing his new home as a "small" cottage, but then, I am knee-high to the entire Blackram noble family and so my definition of "small" may be skewed.
In Quiet's place, I have found a man called Juba'al'samara, who served among the royal guard in my birthland, the Dune Kingdom of Suj'abbat. He has come to the Compact with the recent waves of refugees. He bore some despair, for a royal guardsman who is not guarding the royal palace, and is in fact a continent away, could be interpreted by some as having failed in his duties. I do not see it that way. As I told Juba'al'samara, just as he was one of many guarding me when I was small, and guarding my parents, now too he must guard me again. He sees this as atonement, but I see it as an oath still unbroken.
And so, I have released him from his duties. Quiet tells me that he has arranged for the purchase of a small cottage in the farmlands near Sanctum, and he plans to enjoy a retirement spent matching his peculiar name. I wish all the best for him, and will make sure to write. I have my worries about such a giant man describing his new home as a "small" cottage, but then, I am knee-high to the entire Blackram noble family and so my definition of "small" may be skewed.
In Quiet's place, I have found a man called Juba'al'samara, who served among the royal guard in my birthland, the Dune Kingdom of Suj'abbat. He has come to the Compact with the recent waves of refugees. He bore some despair, for a royal guardsman who is not guarding the royal palace, and is in fact a continent away, could be interpreted by some as having failed in his duties. I do not see it that way. As I told Juba'al'samara, just as he was one of many guarding me when I was small, and guarding my parents, now too he must guard me again. He sees this as atonement, but I see it as an oath still unbroken.
Written By Monique
Oct. 4, 2020, 3:04 a.m.(2/21/1014 AR)
I am capricious and jealous and materialistic. I can be cruel and temperamental and haughty. No one would ever call me humble. And in that spirit...
I am also generous and brave and determined. I have always been adventurous and confident. Above all, I am loyal.
I consider it a blessing. I love to be able to see my flaws and my strengths both. It is a constant balancing act, a dance of expression, never in stasis, always tilting to one side or the other. There is too much beauty to be found in imperfection for it to be any other way.
I am also generous and brave and determined. I have always been adventurous and confident. Above all, I am loyal.
I consider it a blessing. I love to be able to see my flaws and my strengths both. It is a constant balancing act, a dance of expression, never in stasis, always tilting to one side or the other. There is too much beauty to be found in imperfection for it to be any other way.
Written By Gerrick
Oct. 4, 2020, 1:54 a.m.(2/21/1014 AR)
A picnic in the trees. An amazing night with good friends.
Written By Zyanya
Oct. 3, 2020, 11:17 p.m.(2/20/1014 AR)
Blood on the snow spills the story of a man. Vivid calligraphy, this language of frost, of crimson, of screaming steel.
Snow falls again,
softly.
Snow falls again,
softly.
Written By Pasquale
Oct. 3, 2020, 10:47 p.m.(2/20/1014 AR)
Hope. The one thing that can revive, or break, a spirit in equal measure.
Written By Bahiya
Oct. 3, 2020, 10:38 p.m.(2/20/1014 AR)
I am thankful my cane was not heavier, nor sharper; that groundskeeper would like have lost an eye.
While I have no sight, scholar, my hearing is quite good. However, even I cannot hope to throw my cane as one might a spear, and expect it to strike true. I am only thankful no one was injured ... permanently.
Oh dear. Kenjay will laugh at me when he hears. I shall never hear the end of it.
While I have no sight, scholar, my hearing is quite good. However, even I cannot hope to throw my cane as one might a spear, and expect it to strike true. I am only thankful no one was injured ... permanently.
Oh dear. Kenjay will laugh at me when he hears. I shall never hear the end of it.
Written By Sunniva
Oct. 3, 2020, 9:53 p.m.(2/20/1014 AR)
It always pains me to see others suffer; more so when it is a dear friend. For all my training as a physician, there is nothing I can do, nothing I can find, to help them. I have exhausted all the healing texts I have been able to find and...nothing. For all we can do to heal the sick and injured, there is still so much we do not know or understand.
Written By Svana
Oct. 3, 2020, 8:21 p.m.(2/20/1014 AR)
The smell of bacon is doing it to me again. I haven't been able to find most foods palatable in the morning yet but I have much more appetite after I get over that first bit of nausea than I did before. Thank goodness.
I had Lord Cirdan Halfshav and Lady Olivia Ashford over for breakfast and thought I would ruin it by being sick out the window. Thankfully Bryn was there. Although many people have commented about my assistant's attitude toward me, she is a good girl who really is there when I need her the most - this morning it was with ginger tea and a steady hand to get me into my chair. The company and the rest of the breakfast was delightful; Lady Olivia even took home my cooking! It pleases me to serve others in small ways.
Now I'm going home to get some of that leftover smoked salmon and pickled herring. Yum!
I had Lord Cirdan Halfshav and Lady Olivia Ashford over for breakfast and thought I would ruin it by being sick out the window. Thankfully Bryn was there. Although many people have commented about my assistant's attitude toward me, she is a good girl who really is there when I need her the most - this morning it was with ginger tea and a steady hand to get me into my chair. The company and the rest of the breakfast was delightful; Lady Olivia even took home my cooking! It pleases me to serve others in small ways.
Now I'm going home to get some of that leftover smoked salmon and pickled herring. Yum!
Written By Medeia
Oct. 3, 2020, 7:17 p.m.(2/20/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Monique
What a timely reminder.
I was also recently reminded that we are more than what we can do for other people. These things seem to go together.
I was also recently reminded that we are more than what we can do for other people. These things seem to go together.
Written By Harlex
Oct. 3, 2020, 5:26 p.m.(2/20/1014 AR)
In a recent conversation I had, I spoke about how vividly I remember the first man I killed. It was a conflict between two lords over the borderland of their domains.
They settled it with steel and blood.
It has been well over a decade and some years since that battle. Skirmish. However it's to be defined. Those lords, as I have come to learn, now break bread with one another, they look back upon this feud the way lovers look upon their first spats. A mistake made in the heat of passion. It must be a pleasure to be so distant from our choices.
The names of those who died for them are as grass, flattened under foot.
But I will not forget.
They settled it with steel and blood.
It has been well over a decade and some years since that battle. Skirmish. However it's to be defined. Those lords, as I have come to learn, now break bread with one another, they look back upon this feud the way lovers look upon their first spats. A mistake made in the heat of passion. It must be a pleasure to be so distant from our choices.
The names of those who died for them are as grass, flattened under foot.
But I will not forget.
Written By Orick
Oct. 3, 2020, 4:13 p.m.(2/20/1014 AR)
I met the King at a poetry contest the other night and he expressed an interest in the Apothecary College. At the College we call those who show support for the institution a Patron, it is a rank of respect at the organization. I told the King we would appreciate his patronage if he were so inclined. After he left all of the peerage present simply ran with that wordplay.
Why! Several of the nobles made the mistaken assumption that I was the King's protégé. I corrected them and set the matter straight, while I would honor the patronage of our King it is simply not something I've been offered personally.
Oh the King? He's a great conversationalist and I do hope he stops by the college. The Golden Hart was so full of life that night and we only spoke for what felt like minutes.. perhaps an hour? Did I mention he recited a poem?
Why! Several of the nobles made the mistaken assumption that I was the King's protégé. I corrected them and set the matter straight, while I would honor the patronage of our King it is simply not something I've been offered personally.
Oh the King? He's a great conversationalist and I do hope he stops by the college. The Golden Hart was so full of life that night and we only spoke for what felt like minutes.. perhaps an hour? Did I mention he recited a poem?
Written By Piccola
Oct. 3, 2020, 2:59 p.m.(2/20/1014 AR)
Someone once asked me what I know of war.
I know of bleeding. I know of pain. I have stopped earnestly caring about it.
People contemplate war and devise all sorts of horrors. Others still have been in it and know that these are not imaginings. As wonderful and beatific the works of some may be, we are all capable of atrocities and debasement.
I have done these things, wise general. They weigh on the soul.
Some people have a bad day. I have had a bad life. I am more comfortable with those who have had the same, for they understand how I have felt and where I have been.
Threats only work on someone who has something to lose. I know what it is like to have lost it all. And I know what it is like to get it back.
This is what I know of war.
I know of bleeding. I know of pain. I have stopped earnestly caring about it.
People contemplate war and devise all sorts of horrors. Others still have been in it and know that these are not imaginings. As wonderful and beatific the works of some may be, we are all capable of atrocities and debasement.
I have done these things, wise general. They weigh on the soul.
Some people have a bad day. I have had a bad life. I am more comfortable with those who have had the same, for they understand how I have felt and where I have been.
Threats only work on someone who has something to lose. I know what it is like to have lost it all. And I know what it is like to get it back.
This is what I know of war.
Written By Rowynna
Oct. 3, 2020, 11:56 a.m.(2/19/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Martino
I could not be more pleased than I am to record in the Whites that I have secured for myself the most perfect of Patrons.
I shall be diligent in proving to Lord Martino Malvici that his faith in me is not misplaced. That he is a scholar is the greatest reward, though the opportunities that will now be opened to me cannot be discounted.
With baited breath I look to the future.
I shall be diligent in proving to Lord Martino Malvici that his faith in me is not misplaced. That he is a scholar is the greatest reward, though the opportunities that will now be opened to me cannot be discounted.
With baited breath I look to the future.
Written By Emberly
Oct. 3, 2020, 10:13 a.m.(2/19/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Alaric
I am so very pleased that I was able to raise so much funds for the Orphans within the lowers.
Also got to meet the King! woah let me tell you he is as regal as they say! And apparently he likes poetry.
Also got to meet the King! woah let me tell you he is as regal as they say! And apparently he likes poetry.
Written By Ida
Oct. 3, 2020, 6:44 a.m.(2/19/1014 AR)
Forever behind. I feel like my creativity is moving like the waters of a lake in the Everwinter.
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