Written By Mabelle
Sept. 25, 2020, 4:19 p.m.(2/4/1014 AR)
I have passed by the window of the Dire Bee Lounge and saw people inside, sitting and eating.
I am so pleased people have access to all that Artshall has to offer.
I'm proud.
I am so pleased people have access to all that Artshall has to offer.
I'm proud.
Written By Trueth
Sept. 25, 2020, 3:39 p.m.(2/4/1014 AR)
It is so good to be in the City! I do not normally write with such exuberance but it is called for when I have come to home to the people I love the most. I never forgot how much I loved them, but I was different then. Stuck in a sadness that pulled me into black tar depths of muck and stickiness which I could not escape. But now I realize that I must come home for my son's sake, and my own too. He needs his family just as much as I do.
Baroness Ember has welcomed me with open arms and I have had the good fortune to bump into my brother, Lord Dariel! It has been ages since I've seen him properly and he is all grown up now. So handsome and well, I think he was glad to see me. I've made new acquaintances, such as Lady Thea and Lady Eirene Malvici, who invited me to go on a pub crawl and watch some sort of bull festivities which I am foggy about.
Marquis Oskar Eswynd has agreed to be my patron and I am quite looking forward to our endeavours together, as well as projects that I might be of assistance with in regards to Marquessa Quenia Igniseri. Already just barely in the City and already so full of promise. I think I am beginning to like the winter, strangely enough.
Baroness Ember has welcomed me with open arms and I have had the good fortune to bump into my brother, Lord Dariel! It has been ages since I've seen him properly and he is all grown up now. So handsome and well, I think he was glad to see me. I've made new acquaintances, such as Lady Thea and Lady Eirene Malvici, who invited me to go on a pub crawl and watch some sort of bull festivities which I am foggy about.
Marquis Oskar Eswynd has agreed to be my patron and I am quite looking forward to our endeavours together, as well as projects that I might be of assistance with in regards to Marquessa Quenia Igniseri. Already just barely in the City and already so full of promise. I think I am beginning to like the winter, strangely enough.
Written By Tanith
Sept. 25, 2020, 1:25 p.m.(2/4/1014 AR)
I'm starting to think Stormbird was right- the Murder couch -is- a throne worth of the Queen of Endings. Life, death, birth ... it's seen it all. I don't feel sorry for it anymore.
Written By Sydney
Sept. 25, 2020, 11:57 a.m.(2/3/1014 AR)
Should the day come where I hold myself with half the self-importance of select portions of this city, please rub a copy of this journal in my face.
Written By Lucita
Sept. 25, 2020, 11:49 a.m.(2/3/1014 AR)
Delicious tea shared with Legate Ailith and Archlector Avary. I just wish it had been under less trying circumstances.
Written By Cirdan
Sept. 24, 2020, 7:17 p.m.(2/2/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Margerie
I cannot imagine there ever was any doubt, but the Baroness Margerie Clement's offer to would-be students of the fine arts of diplomacy was not only genuine, but very much worth it. Better yet, continued mentoring instead of the off lesson given quickly means the experience is all the more worth it.
Written By Avary
Sept. 24, 2020, 4:30 p.m.(2/2/1014 AR)
Vengeance is not the fruit of justice, it stems from the tree of hate and anger that seeks to perpetuate pain and suffering among others no matter the cost. The Sentinel requires justice, and justice is measured when it arrives.
Revenge assumes what justice is, while justice doesn't assume that revenge is the answer.
Revenge assumes what justice is, while justice doesn't assume that revenge is the answer.
Written By Brigid
Sept. 24, 2020, 3:19 p.m.(2/2/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Cassimir
If your head is to burst, your heart explode with terror, and the bones beneath the flesh of your shoulders creak from the weight - that is when you rely on those whose only wish is to see you well and help you travel through whatever darkness might threaten to snuff out your light.
As put forth by your cousin, you are not alone and you have those who will not ever let you forget it.
As put forth by your cousin, you are not alone and you have those who will not ever let you forget it.
Written By Aine
Sept. 24, 2020, 2:07 p.m.(2/2/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Cassimir
That would depend on the mind, no?
Written By Sabella
Sept. 24, 2020, 11:44 a.m.(2/1/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Esme
That is far better than I can do! I once sent Bard Itzal a poem and he died.
Well, not from the poem. It just so happened I did send him a poem and now he is dead.
While I am gifted with many creative talents, poetry has never been among them!
I find your poem quite lovely!
Well, not from the poem. It just so happened I did send him a poem and now he is dead.
While I am gifted with many creative talents, poetry has never been among them!
I find your poem quite lovely!
Written By Ember
Sept. 24, 2020, 7:53 a.m.(2/1/1014 AR)
Last night, at Thrall's Lament, I and a number of my peers acted to stop a dust smuggler from moving his narcotics through the Thrax Ward.
I do not know who in the City reads my whites. I can only imagine that whoever worked with the wretch that was captured may have heard who was responsible for his apprehension. If that hunch is correct, and you reading this are part of that chain, then I say to you directly:
Congratulations. You have earned the attention of the Bloody Baroness. Ensure that your children's last memories of you are fond ones.
I do not know who in the City reads my whites. I can only imagine that whoever worked with the wretch that was captured may have heard who was responsible for his apprehension. If that hunch is correct, and you reading this are part of that chain, then I say to you directly:
Congratulations. You have earned the attention of the Bloody Baroness. Ensure that your children's last memories of you are fond ones.
Written By Belladonna
Sept. 24, 2020, 5:44 a.m.(2/1/1014 AR)
Ambition is a dangerous thing to keep.
Harness it and you might grow beyond the wildest measures.
Feed it recklessly and it will still be yearning, taking until you have nothing left to give.
Hunger is a mark of greatness, but in using it to achieve lofty and unthinkable heights, it invariably becomes one's downfall.
Ambition and Hunger are like fire: sublime in its power and voracity. Some are too afraid to touch it, for the flame hurts and warns them of what will be. Others embrace it fully, unable to choose any other life, willing to die for their heart's desire.
In the end, we cannot change our stripes and she who is hungry burns brighter, and harder.
Harness it and you might grow beyond the wildest measures.
Feed it recklessly and it will still be yearning, taking until you have nothing left to give.
Hunger is a mark of greatness, but in using it to achieve lofty and unthinkable heights, it invariably becomes one's downfall.
Ambition and Hunger are like fire: sublime in its power and voracity. Some are too afraid to touch it, for the flame hurts and warns them of what will be. Others embrace it fully, unable to choose any other life, willing to die for their heart's desire.
In the end, we cannot change our stripes and she who is hungry burns brighter, and harder.
Written By Esme
Sept. 24, 2020, 12:21 a.m.(2/1/1014 AR)
I think everyone knows that I am horrid at the arts. I cannot sing, barely can dance, and definitely cannot poetry. However, here is mine because I love Limerance enough. Please forgive me.
Limerance is love and duty
But each is equally measured
A proper match is living beauty
To be honored and treasured
Limerance is love and duty
But each is equally measured
A proper match is living beauty
To be honored and treasured
Written By Medeia
Sept. 23, 2020, 9:24 p.m.(1/28/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Cassimir
Dear cousin, I think we both know that answer is "a lot." The mind is a highly adaptable thing, shaping as it may for a situation. Be strong, as I know you are, and remember you are not alone.
Written By Emberly
Sept. 23, 2020, 7:49 p.m.(1/28/1014 AR)
Moon
Dark is the night
without your light
Face of the moon
flickering shadows
Silver tendrils weaving
A knight to slay
the darkness complete
without your light
Darkness is Indiscreet.
Caresses of shadows
Daylight kisses
across the seas
slipping under, sleeping trees.
Dark is the night
without your light
Face of the moon
flickering shadows
Silver tendrils weaving
A knight to slay
the darkness complete
without your light
Darkness is Indiscreet.
Caresses of shadows
Daylight kisses
across the seas
slipping under, sleeping trees.
Written By Cassimir
Sept. 23, 2020, 3:09 p.m.(1/28/1014 AR)
How much stress can the mind endure before it breaks?
Written By Piccola
Sept. 23, 2020, 11:08 a.m.(1/27/1014 AR)
Love is for the best of warriors only.
To love someone is to watch them die over and over in the war against time. Time takes all things from them, until the Queen of Endings finally ends the struggle by taking you from the field. Be strong, for who they were, who you may have fallen in love with, will be defeated eventually, leaving a person you may not recognize.
To love someone is a constant struggle between hope and despair. Circumstances will tempt you to break honor and promises for a fate which may never come to be. Be steady, for such temptations and exceptions lead to the small fractures that grow and widen until the greatest walls fall and the center becomes exposed.
But to love someone is to be wise enough to know that each defeat brings something greater. The weak seek to cling to a memory, but the strong seek to reach for something which only temporarily remains out of their reach. Be wise, for who they will become may be someone for whom you will share a greater love and a bolder future.
Live every moment and persevere against the odds, for history does not remember the timid.
To love someone is to watch them die over and over in the war against time. Time takes all things from them, until the Queen of Endings finally ends the struggle by taking you from the field. Be strong, for who they were, who you may have fallen in love with, will be defeated eventually, leaving a person you may not recognize.
To love someone is a constant struggle between hope and despair. Circumstances will tempt you to break honor and promises for a fate which may never come to be. Be steady, for such temptations and exceptions lead to the small fractures that grow and widen until the greatest walls fall and the center becomes exposed.
But to love someone is to be wise enough to know that each defeat brings something greater. The weak seek to cling to a memory, but the strong seek to reach for something which only temporarily remains out of their reach. Be wise, for who they will become may be someone for whom you will share a greater love and a bolder future.
Live every moment and persevere against the odds, for history does not remember the timid.
Written By Ember
Sept. 23, 2020, 10:44 a.m.(1/27/1014 AR)
I had my ladies put out the word that I was interested in learning more about a topic that struck an idle fancy, solely based upon name.
I should know better than to indulge idle fancies. Such is Arx. Turning over a stone is only rarely perilous, but it is never once merely one stone turning over.
I should know better than to indulge idle fancies. Such is Arx. Turning over a stone is only rarely perilous, but it is never once merely one stone turning over.
Written By Emberly
Sept. 23, 2020, 9:51 a.m.(1/27/1014 AR)
I have been writing in preparation for the poetry contest.
I wonder if these are any good.
The Dragons wings
spread open to fly
they wrap and unfurl
in the winter's sky.
The Dragons wings
mighty are they
drawn around me
it is here they will stay.
Safely protecting
Loving true
the Dragons wings hold
until dawn anew.
Kissing
Cuddling
Touching more
the fire within
starting to soar.
The Dragons wings
True, they Dream
Fiercely bold
to the Maiden he holds.
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I wonder if these are any good.
The Dragons wings
spread open to fly
they wrap and unfurl
in the winter's sky.
The Dragons wings
mighty are they
drawn around me
it is here they will stay.
Safely protecting
Loving true
the Dragons wings hold
until dawn anew.
Kissing
Cuddling
Touching more
the fire within
starting to soar.
The Dragons wings
True, they Dream
Fiercely bold
to the Maiden he holds.
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Written By Zyanya
Sept. 23, 2020, 6:55 a.m.(1/27/1014 AR)
Winter is
the moon come down
to rest upon the pond
reminding us the red fish
sleeping beneath are safe
until the breath of spring
comes again.
the last note of the year
held so long, so high
the ear cannot hear it
but our bones can.
the frost cast from naked branches
on wind that also carries my hope
for you.
the moon come down
to rest upon the pond
reminding us the red fish
sleeping beneath are safe
until the breath of spring
comes again.
the last note of the year
held so long, so high
the ear cannot hear it
but our bones can.
the frost cast from naked branches
on wind that also carries my hope
for you.
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