Written By Mabelle
Aug. 31, 2020, 9:18 a.m.(12/9/1013 AR)
I am overjoyed and delighted to see the well reception of honeysilk by the peers and fashion lovers of the city.
Since I have been accused before of shaving bees for my desire for velvet, I have decided to share with you part of the report sent to me by the lovely Artshallian, Antoine, which I have left in charge of the production of the fabric, containing some fun facts.
(This is a middle section of a report, some blank spaces are in place of numbers and ingredients. Funnier if read with a French accent).
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My Lady Laurent,
I am sending you this wagon with the first bolts of honeysilk produced. We have managed to rid of all the stickiness and tested several dyes to assure they are taken well with the fabric. The results are magnific.
However, I must report my Lady, Pierre and Jacque, they did not do too well working with us. The sweet smell of the fabric, my Lady, it made them hungry all the time. Pierre gained two stone in the months we were blending, he kept trying to taste the product, you see. We have sent him to the brewery instead, his wife left him. What a mess. He keeps complaining that the fabric, if you put it to your ear, it buzzes. I think he is going through the products in the brewery as well. Jacque too, he ate more honey than he blended and so we sent him to the extraction farms. That too, I think, was not so wise. He needs new pants.
Some good news! Pierre is not entirely useless and he managed to blend a new honey mead! We sent Duke Cristoph three crates in the first wagon. Jacque sent some crates of fresh honey too.
Will you visit soon, my Lady? I will keep them in line until then.
Antoine
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New mead! New Honey! Just in time for the festival.
Since I have been accused before of shaving bees for my desire for velvet, I have decided to share with you part of the report sent to me by the lovely Artshallian, Antoine, which I have left in charge of the production of the fabric, containing some fun facts.
(This is a middle section of a report, some blank spaces are in place of numbers and ingredients. Funnier if read with a French accent).
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My Lady Laurent,
I am sending you this wagon with the first bolts of honeysilk produced. We have managed to rid of all the stickiness and tested several dyes to assure they are taken well with the fabric. The results are magnific.
However, I must report my Lady, Pierre and Jacque, they did not do too well working with us. The sweet smell of the fabric, my Lady, it made them hungry all the time. Pierre gained two stone in the months we were blending, he kept trying to taste the product, you see. We have sent him to the brewery instead, his wife left him. What a mess. He keeps complaining that the fabric, if you put it to your ear, it buzzes. I think he is going through the products in the brewery as well. Jacque too, he ate more honey than he blended and so we sent him to the extraction farms. That too, I think, was not so wise. He needs new pants.
Some good news! Pierre is not entirely useless and he managed to blend a new honey mead! We sent Duke Cristoph three crates in the first wagon. Jacque sent some crates of fresh honey too.
Will you visit soon, my Lady? I will keep them in line until then.
Antoine
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New mead! New Honey! Just in time for the festival.
Written By Duarte
Aug. 31, 2020, 5:43 a.m.(12/9/1013 AR)
Perhaps learned too late in life have I found that it is only through the veneration of the Gods of the Pantheon - their essences and their aspects alike - have I ever experienced any great relief, found any strength or healed deep afflictions strong enough to have inflicted my heart and character.
Where I have attempted the confrontation of the so called Abyss - a term I trust with many has become familiar if not only in passing - I have met only suffering and loss. Even when such was countenanced with preparedness in far excess of what I had supposed necessary. Even when done with the purest of intent - if such could be believed.
I would suppose my experiences to be of anecdotal value only if I had not, in a long career of haunting myriad disparate evils, watching sundry walks of life from the shadows and supplying to many of the same (who trusted me beyond reason) with what would be their finality, observed that those I have watched to some extent slowly twisted themselves and perished in totality, if not in a large extent - giving in to the evil they thought they were fighting and leaving them dead or mutilated their soul until they were a mere semblance of themselves. Breath and bones only with nightmares they can't escape.
There is, of course, time for the direct confrontation of evil. The Gyre War, for example. But wasn't such an example of license taken by many to tempt and taunt and prod and posture against those very elements? And wasn't the defeat of the enemy in larger extent creditable to those who sang, those who prayed, those who blessed their swords and their shields, and those who fought in reverence for and to Gloria?
I have simply become convinced that it is the devotion of attention itself that grants life to the evils we fear, the evils we fight and the evils that haunt us and ours. And by the reflective nature of our world, the same feeds our Gods and therefore Their ideals represented within us.
A manner of success shall come with our hearts, minds and prime focus to the ideals that have built our civilization, have bound us to Arvum and have lifted the races of humanity to win Petrichor's favor for dominion over this land, and with none but a wary eye to the reflections.
The more we fight Them as a primary concern that weighs ahead of our devotions, the stronger They grow. Our attention, our minds, our babble - all of it - are like bellows to the flame that will consume this land and all who inhabit it.
Where I have attempted the confrontation of the so called Abyss - a term I trust with many has become familiar if not only in passing - I have met only suffering and loss. Even when such was countenanced with preparedness in far excess of what I had supposed necessary. Even when done with the purest of intent - if such could be believed.
I would suppose my experiences to be of anecdotal value only if I had not, in a long career of haunting myriad disparate evils, watching sundry walks of life from the shadows and supplying to many of the same (who trusted me beyond reason) with what would be their finality, observed that those I have watched to some extent slowly twisted themselves and perished in totality, if not in a large extent - giving in to the evil they thought they were fighting and leaving them dead or mutilated their soul until they were a mere semblance of themselves. Breath and bones only with nightmares they can't escape.
There is, of course, time for the direct confrontation of evil. The Gyre War, for example. But wasn't such an example of license taken by many to tempt and taunt and prod and posture against those very elements? And wasn't the defeat of the enemy in larger extent creditable to those who sang, those who prayed, those who blessed their swords and their shields, and those who fought in reverence for and to Gloria?
I have simply become convinced that it is the devotion of attention itself that grants life to the evils we fear, the evils we fight and the evils that haunt us and ours. And by the reflective nature of our world, the same feeds our Gods and therefore Their ideals represented within us.
A manner of success shall come with our hearts, minds and prime focus to the ideals that have built our civilization, have bound us to Arvum and have lifted the races of humanity to win Petrichor's favor for dominion over this land, and with none but a wary eye to the reflections.
The more we fight Them as a primary concern that weighs ahead of our devotions, the stronger They grow. Our attention, our minds, our babble - all of it - are like bellows to the flame that will consume this land and all who inhabit it.
Written By Zyanya
Aug. 31, 2020, 5:24 a.m.(12/9/1013 AR)
On all sides
this jeweled glory
her gilded gaze
gilded cage.
When the earth cast us off
warm and welcome touch
returned unsteady feet
to steady ground.
this jeweled glory
her gilded gaze
gilded cage.
When the earth cast us off
warm and welcome touch
returned unsteady feet
to steady ground.
Written By Sasha
Aug. 31, 2020, 2:42 a.m.(12/9/1013 AR)
I am glad to be back in the city once more. Eager to get back into my researching. Joyous to be so close to the seas once more.
Written By Mabelle
Aug. 31, 2020, 1:48 a.m.(12/9/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Michael
Trying to turn me against my cousin is quite pointless. Every addition to the fashion landscape is a victory for all of us.
(written by my damask gloved hands).
(written by my damask gloved hands).
Written By Sabine
Aug. 31, 2020, 1:06 a.m.(12/9/1013 AR)
Two of Berenice's brood have been claimed, two yet remain. One goes, of course, to dear cousin Piccola, named Pony for her bewildering love of small horses. The second I send to Seraceni, there to rule the Lady Ophira, and I have named him Nox. It will not be difficult to understand why.
We shall hope the last two are soon claimed. They have taken a fascination of Nurie's strutting pigeon.
We shall hope the last two are soon claimed. They have taken a fascination of Nurie's strutting pigeon.
Written By Zyanya
Aug. 31, 2020, 12:38 a.m.(12/9/1013 AR)
Promises made at night collect
like dew on unfurled leaves:
they vanish with the dawn,
or they soak my sleeves,
to leave them heavy
on my solitary walk.
like dew on unfurled leaves:
they vanish with the dawn,
or they soak my sleeves,
to leave them heavy
on my solitary walk.
Written By Esme
Aug. 31, 2020, 12:28 a.m.(12/9/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Erik
He has come home.
There are many words. Many questions. Many feelings. However, it is summed up with - Erik has come home.
There are many words. Many questions. Many feelings. However, it is summed up with - Erik has come home.
Written By Tanith
Aug. 31, 2020, 12:27 a.m.(12/9/1013 AR)
I wonder if they make Duskweave ribbon.
Written By Lydia
Aug. 31, 2020, 12:06 a.m.(12/9/1013 AR)
I don't typically dwell on what-ifs, nor do I dig deeply into other's motivations. I know good people by the things they do, and that has always been enough for me. I can't imagine a life in the lowers, and I have to rely on the voice of others, the people of Nightgold who've experienced such a life for example. But as much as I try to learn, it is beyond me what would move someone to threaten, of all people, a doctor. Is there anyone who gives so much of their life to learning only so that they can help others to keep on living besides a doctor? We nobility might, abstractly, do such by keeping order and looking out for our peoples, but we're not often there with our hands-on as life blood is spilled, or through an individual's suffering. I wonder what drove Ras to such ends. What would one hope to gain? Please, Ras. We, as a people, must not sink to violence between each other. I see the proclamations. Your life is important to some, and that's precious. Consider carefully your penance, if you send out violence it will one day come home to roost. Send out something better. But what do I know? I have never lived in the lowers.
Written By Khanne
Aug. 30, 2020, 10:48 p.m.(12/8/1013 AR)
Maybe I should have Drysi put a bunch of names of strangers in a hat for me and let me pick one so I can make that person my new penpal... I mean, I suppose they have to agree to it. Maybe that wouldn't work...
Back to the drawing board.
Back to the drawing board.
Written By Alexio
Aug. 30, 2020, 10:42 p.m.(12/8/1013 AR)
I continue to learn and experiment with the arts of alchemy. One day...one day I shall become a master at it!
Written By Ryhalt
Aug. 30, 2020, 10:20 p.m.(12/8/1013 AR)
The Ashford's First Annual Bovine Grand Prix was as hilarious as I expected. Next time: children riders!
Written By Porter
Aug. 30, 2020, 10:18 p.m.(12/8/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Austen
Over the last year, I've been lucky enough to receive three wonderful drawings from Sir Austen. After the most recent one, I told him that I was going to hold an art show and charge people admission to view them. Three doesn't seem like enough drawings to hold a show. So I wrote to other people to see if they had any, but alas. There are none.
I fear that I've played my hand too early and he won't send me anymore.
I fear that I've played my hand too early and he won't send me anymore.
Written By Sabella
Aug. 30, 2020, 10:08 p.m.(12/8/1013 AR)
I am so thrilled that there has been so much interest in the Shrine of Jayus of late! It's just been a bustling place of activity and inspiration and it's just been so fulfilling being a disciple there that I do think it's one of the best decisions I've made of late! Archlector Wylla is just so amazing and, I don't know, it just feels like home to wander around looking at everyone's creations!
And if you haven't stopped by yet to put a stone into the wall please do so before we tear it down to make way for next year!
And if you haven't stopped by yet to put a stone into the wall please do so before we tear it down to make way for next year!
Written By Sunniva
Aug. 30, 2020, 9:51 p.m.(12/8/1013 AR)
I received word of an emergency at the Hospital, and that physicians were needed. I made it to the hospital just as two patients were being brought in, and shortly before Sir Merek and Lady Thea arrived to also answer the call. Both more skilled than I, I stepped back to watch and learn, helping where I could.
Truly, we have such gifted healers in Arx, and I count myself lucky to learn a little more each day from so many of them. I only hope my own healing skills can someday come close to those in the Guild.
Truly, we have such gifted healers in Arx, and I count myself lucky to learn a little more each day from so many of them. I only hope my own healing skills can someday come close to those in the Guild.
Written By Sunniva
Aug. 30, 2020, 9:45 p.m.(12/8/1013 AR)
I really ought to get out more often.
I came to this conclusion after realizing that, in the months since my return to Arx, I can count the number of times I have been outside of my own home (or that of my closest friends) on one hand.
I think I shall say 'Yes' to more invitations. Presuming I receive any, of course.
I came to this conclusion after realizing that, in the months since my return to Arx, I can count the number of times I have been outside of my own home (or that of my closest friends) on one hand.
I think I shall say 'Yes' to more invitations. Presuming I receive any, of course.
Written By Kastelon
Aug. 30, 2020, 9:41 p.m.(12/8/1013 AR)
My cow, Bessie, tied for first place at a bovine race hosted by the Ashfords. I've never been more proud of her, and credit Lady Thea Malvici for the gift, as well as the flowers on the Keaton grounds for providing excellent nutrition. All glory to Gloria.
Written By Mara
Aug. 30, 2020, 9:36 p.m.(12/8/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Val
It's been a while since Val and I did something special together, I should write to him, and see if he'd like to do something. Before it turns colder, and the snow starts to fall.
Written By Sabella
Aug. 30, 2020, 9:28 p.m.(12/8/1013 AR)
I am just so amazed with the creativity involved in the creation of all of these new fabrics! I don't even know where to start! Well, I started with duskweave because it is absolutely perfect for a dress I had created in seasilk that, while lovely, was never quite colored right and this fabric won't need tinkering at all to be absolutely gorgeous! And honeysilk! I admit I have never quite been a fan of bees--although I adore Duke Cristoph and Lady Mabelle don't get me wrong--but I now wonder if jewelers across the city won't be making some honeycombed theme jewelry to go with this glorious fabric! I can just see a sunny dress is in my future! And the damask!
It looks like a new winter wardrobe will not be difficult to come by this fall!
It looks like a new winter wardrobe will not be difficult to come by this fall!
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