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Written By Piccola

Sept. 5, 2020, 4:48 p.m.(12/20/1013 AR)

There are two kinds of freedom: freedom as a means; and freedom as an end.

By the first we mean freedom to direct one's own life, to choose between good and evil as one understands them. By the second the freedom which consists in liberation from one's lower nature for the service of what is highest and best. Because the word has these two meanings it is implied that these two concepts, though distinguishable, are interwoven.

So it is that the initial, irrational freedom which precedes all choices is linked to the intelligent freedom in truth and goodness.

Written By Aine

Sept. 4, 2020, 9:26 p.m.(12/18/1013 AR)

Relationship Note on Brianna

Oh, so /that/ is what happened to Parsnip. I'm glad that mystery's solved.

Written By Thea

Sept. 4, 2020, 3:39 p.m.(12/18/1013 AR)

Relationship Note on Pasquale

They're really not THAT bad! Good grief...BUT you've come a long way since we first started and...I'm proud of you.

Written By Brianna

Sept. 4, 2020, 1:35 p.m.(12/18/1013 AR)

Our house's young ward has been apprenticing with Lady Eirene at the Saving Grace. He seems to have a talent for the work, but he needs to stop trying to put poultices on perfectly healthy cats.

Written By Adrienne

Sept. 4, 2020, 9:12 a.m.(12/17/1013 AR)

There is a relief that comes with being able to speak freely on something that has been so long kept quiet and with certainty where I had none. I will marry His Royal Highness Prince Sebastian Pravus, and I am honored by the opportunity and the trust both Valardin and Pravus have placed in me. The people of Setarco graciously welcome a stranger; how grateful I am to them.

Shall I speak to the moose in the room? I know what you, Reader, think of House Pravus, and I know because you have sent me congratulations and condolences in equal measure. There are some who will say that I should not write such things. Posturing, however, is not my strength. Let me say: I believe in the Pravus. They revel in mischief, but they are worthy. I pray through this marriage for the opportunity to show this to you, to reflect that belief through action. It is my promise to you, penned by Adrienne Valardin.

If your thoughts turn this direction in coming days, I would welcome your prayers. The Lycene have invited an Oathlander into their home; they shall need all of the support they can get.

Written By Pasquale

Sept. 4, 2020, 7:11 a.m.(12/17/1013 AR)

Relationship Note on Thea

Her training methods are somewhat draconian but do actually work if you can survive them.

Written By Macda

Sept. 3, 2020, 11:27 p.m.(12/16/1013 AR)

Macda Asked for a topic on a song, the gods gave her a surprise.......the following song has been written but there is no clue as to whom its for.

For I knew a girl her hair shone like the sun, her smile was the light of Limerick. It was for This smile I loved her so, by lovely my beautiful Annabeth

For I knew a girl who was lost to herself, lost to herself... lost to herself

My beautiful Annabeth

For my heartbreaks, and aches in remembrance
There was something I could do...
There was something I should do....
I will always love you.

The gods are true
The gods ensue
Their wraith is like none other

my sweet love was lost, her heart a torn
fed by lies
fed by lies
She turned her eyes away, into darkness.

For I knew a girl, her hair shone like the sun, before the demons came
She was mine.. for a small time.

It was for her smile I loved her so
My lovely... my beautiful, Annabeth...

Written By Macda

Sept. 3, 2020, 11:21 p.m.(12/16/1013 AR)

Macda's been writing songs.. and they are all oh so sad. But Bawdy!

"Oh the sea's they be a rocking, a rocking the bot ashore, two lovers forevermore being rocked ashore... the moon was bright so blindling so to one lovers heart searching

Oh she was shearching high and she was searching low, below below the buckles of the lord to find the treasures there.

Lost at sea, lost with me, my heart was a searching for a love lost at sea."

Written By Tanith

Sept. 3, 2020, 11:17 p.m.(12/16/1013 AR)

What a gift, unexpected.

Thank you.

Written By Sydney

Sept. 3, 2020, 9:30 p.m.(12/16/1013 AR)

Some days are drearier than others. I can't put it into words, but something feels off in the air today, and I'm pleased to just sit at home and sip some whiskey rather than go off on any grand, sweeping adventures or do anything more than cook a meal for a woman I care about and hope that she enjoys it.

I suspect she shall, and that is a dreary day well spent.

Written By Lucita

Sept. 3, 2020, 9:02 p.m.(12/16/1013 AR)

Relationship Note on Kastelon

Skinny? I'm slender but not skinny and I have curves, else my belt would fall off and nothing hold up those interesting Lycene bodices. I'm certainly no bag of bones nor is Lady Sasha. Bah!

Written By Zyanya

Sept. 3, 2020, 5:03 p.m.(12/16/1013 AR)

The wolf looking to the sky
sees his stars Dream-painted,
his captured leap
and so he grasps eternity.

Written By Auda

Sept. 3, 2020, 2:30 p.m.(12/16/1013 AR)

...what an interesting few weeks this has been.

Written By Zyanya

Sept. 3, 2020, 3:05 a.m.(12/15/1013 AR)

The persimmons are heavy on the tree tonight
they tempt autumn's late frost, plump and firm
but like my heart they need more light
before they are sweet enough to eat
and the sun has been so shy.

Written By Filshiar

Sept. 2, 2020, 11:42 p.m.(12/14/1013 AR)

Relationship Note on Emberly

We live in troubled times, what with the looming threat of foreign aggression and quakes of the ground and such.

So it was an even greater pleasure than usual when Lady Emberly allowed me to run and play with her fine hound, Pickle.

He is a very good boy. I am unsure of his heritage, but I find hounds of mixed parentage of often the strongest and wisest of beasts.

He is a jolly creature I am happy to call friend, and today was a good day.

Written By Piccola

Sept. 2, 2020, 10:01 p.m.(12/14/1013 AR)

Both in fighting and in everyday life you should be determined though calm. Meet each situation without anxiety yet not recklessly. Even when your spirit is calm do not let your body relax; when your body is relaxed do not let your spirit slacken. Be neither insufficiently spirited nor over spirited; do not let the enemy see your spirit. Be unrestricted and fluid like rainwater flowing down a mountain path.

With your spirit open, look at things from the highest point of view. Cultivate wisdom and spirit through practice: learn public justice; distinguish between good and evil; and study the arts one by one. When you cannot be deceived by men you will have found the wisdom of strategy, for all warfare is based on deception, and makes victims of the foolish and closed-minded.

See distant things as if they were close and to take a distanced view of close things. It is important in strategy to know the enemy's sword and not to be distracted by insignificant movements of his sword. The gaze is the same for single combat and for large-scale combat; to master strategy one must therefore master the duel.

Written By Svana

Sept. 2, 2020, 6:10 p.m.(12/14/1013 AR)

I'm not sure other people see in me. At least not compared to the other people they've surrounded themselves with in the past, or even in the present. I shouldn't compare myself to others. This much I know, and I've been told so many times. But it's hard to live in the shadow of such talented, beautiful people - especially in matters of the heart.

Such is life.

Written By Medeia

Sept. 2, 2020, 2:27 p.m.(12/14/1013 AR)

I can't say say I've ever had a man shout about my beauty across a crowded room before today. Nor have they left that room muttering to or about the gods.

I've only been in the city a few weeks. It's been a whirlwind adventure so far: I've met incredible people, heard fantastic stories, and even reconnected with important parts of my life. But this? This stands out.

Written By Porter

Sept. 2, 2020, 7:30 a.m.(12/13/1013 AR)

Relationship Note on Brigid

Are you saying something about the cleanliness of my beard, Lady Brigid??? You know what, it could be days before you read this. I'm going to write a letter.

Written By Bahiya

Sept. 2, 2020, 12:34 a.m.(12/13/1013 AR)

A quilt of a populace; so different from each other, the one and the many and it turns into a comforting thing, stitched together and held at arms' length. This is Arx. This is Arvum.

And yet I know now I am beholden to a few, that most folk are. Even princes and kings are beholden at the core of themselves to a chosen few. My mind is clear and I feel more at peace than I have been in many years. A new friendship has done this to me, unexpected and very fresh; I am uncertain how I am meant to handle it. Embrace it and leave it to grow on its own? Hover over it fuss, touch, invoke again and again.

I am elated; uncharted territory this, and I am safe here, free to explore it at my own pace.

I am also happy I did not embarrass myself. At least, I do not think I did. I hope I did not. But he seems the type to not care. That, too, is a comfort.

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