Written By Macda
July 24, 2020, 1:25 p.m.(9/18/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Pharamond
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Written By Porter
July 24, 2020, 11:14 a.m.(9/17/1013 AR)
I didn't ever expect myself to settle into any kind of discipleship. And if there were moments where I did entertain it, it wasn't under Gild with the Knights of Solace. And yet, here I am. And it somehow feels very familiar and comfortable after only a few short months.
Written By Thea
July 24, 2020, 8:08 a.m.(9/17/1013 AR)
I ran the gauntlet. You know what the easiest thing was for me? The V-logs. You know who I feel won that whole damn debacle?
THAT DAMN ROPE! I would repeat Messere Sydney's words, but I'll refrain myself.
THAT DAMN ROPE! I would repeat Messere Sydney's words, but I'll refrain myself.
Written By Rosalind
July 24, 2020, 6:41 a.m.(9/17/1013 AR)
STOP LAUGHING AT ME SCHOLAR! STOP IT! I got a dress the other day. I'm not sure if it's punishment, well it's not. But still. It was gifted. Remember I said I talked my way into dresses? I thought I was talking my way out. I didn't. The one from Mistress Nina came and it's pretty. And purple. And my legs show. And I can't for the love of spirits, just..HOW DO YOU CLIMB IN THIS! I keep trying to tug it down or think I ripped my pants. Only to realize I'm not wearing any! STOP LAUGHING SCHOLAR! Or I'll never wear it again!
Written By Piccola
July 23, 2020, 10:30 p.m.(9/16/1013 AR)
War is always the same. It is young dying in the fullness of their promise. It is trying to kill another that you do not even know well enough to hate. It is engaging in the art of death in the name of life. To know war therefore is to know that there is still madness in this world.
Written By Sydney
July 23, 2020, 8:44 p.m.(9/16/1013 AR)
Ran the Gauntlet today - wonderful to see everyone's different approaches to it. I learned an important lesson.
I hate The Rope.
I hate The Rope.
Written By Macda
July 23, 2020, 5:19 p.m.(9/16/1013 AR)
I visited the Menagerie, and now truly desire all of the plushie collectibles. Its some kind of desire I am just unsure about, but some deep part of me needs to collect them all... I hope some of the townsfolk play my scavenger hunt.
Written By Sunniva
July 23, 2020, 4:56 p.m.(9/16/1013 AR)
Now that I've begun to settle into the rhythm of the city once again, it is time to start rejoining the happenings outside of Harthall Keep. I have missed the social events while I have been away. Perhaps I can convince Orvyn that we should host an event...
Written By Mirari
July 23, 2020, 12:03 p.m.(9/16/1013 AR)
I AM A FRIEND, THANK YOU VERY MUCH.
Written By Sabine
July 23, 2020, 7:09 a.m.(9/15/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Piccola
I wonder if she understands now why I summoned her back, she and her brother both. We are not a hawking family, but I do so enjoy watching someone fly when I cast them from my wrist.
Written By Sabine
July 23, 2020, 7:08 a.m.(9/15/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Gaspar
No one, the gods included, will be surprised that I record this here: I am not a woman given to sentiment.
I place that statement beside this one, to be preserved for history's sake: I had no intention of marrying again and yet do not regret-- for once-- the act of changing my mind. My first husband was my mother's choice, my second necessity's. Both died to violence. These events did not endear me to the state of matrimony; I would prefer my reputation be other than a bloody widow. When set on a course, I but rarely turn from it. I had no intention of taking a third husband. Since binding Gaspar to me as consort, as Marquis, as bridegroom, I have learned that there are times when doubling back on a decision has merit. If we prosper now, with trade diminished and threats clotting thickly around, it is because he has set his mind and will to the benefit of my holdings. More than that, my Nurie sings in her workroom, I have caught the servants smiling, and when he answers their salutes, my guards stand with greater pride. I even spied Cosimo nodding to him, once, and that is no small thing (though not yet Piccola; still, I expect even she will eventually succumb). With some born to royalty comes a certain grace. Not all, but some.
I am not a woman given to sentiment. I believe when sentiment is stripped from a thing, the truth shines through. It was the right choice, to marry again, because I chose to marry this man. He brings us grace.
I place that statement beside this one, to be preserved for history's sake: I had no intention of marrying again and yet do not regret-- for once-- the act of changing my mind. My first husband was my mother's choice, my second necessity's. Both died to violence. These events did not endear me to the state of matrimony; I would prefer my reputation be other than a bloody widow. When set on a course, I but rarely turn from it. I had no intention of taking a third husband. Since binding Gaspar to me as consort, as Marquis, as bridegroom, I have learned that there are times when doubling back on a decision has merit. If we prosper now, with trade diminished and threats clotting thickly around, it is because he has set his mind and will to the benefit of my holdings. More than that, my Nurie sings in her workroom, I have caught the servants smiling, and when he answers their salutes, my guards stand with greater pride. I even spied Cosimo nodding to him, once, and that is no small thing (though not yet Piccola; still, I expect even she will eventually succumb). With some born to royalty comes a certain grace. Not all, but some.
I am not a woman given to sentiment. I believe when sentiment is stripped from a thing, the truth shines through. It was the right choice, to marry again, because I chose to marry this man. He brings us grace.
Written By Sabine
July 23, 2020, 6:48 a.m.(9/15/1013 AR)
We cannot control the weather. What profit then to spend breath in lament of heat or storm, lack of rain, destructive frost? It avails a person nothing, from king to serf, to shake a fist at the sky when they might instead turn to what can be done. This is why, for king or serf, it is always best to have several plans in action. Not on paper, not in mind, but several in movement. As one meets a slight with dignity and a long memory, so too one must meet those events over which we have little to no control.
So, it is with great dignity, and a long memory, I announce my pregnancy and tell you, child, I have a number of plans already in action for your future. And I will remember the torments you have visited upon me already; your stubborn insistence, even in the womb, of proving yourself distinct from your elder brother and future liege.
So, it is with great dignity, and a long memory, I announce my pregnancy and tell you, child, I have a number of plans already in action for your future. And I will remember the torments you have visited upon me already; your stubborn insistence, even in the womb, of proving yourself distinct from your elder brother and future liege.
Written By Dio
July 22, 2020, 9 p.m.(9/14/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Monique
"Is that a silk bandage, m'lord?" says the mercy named Gudolpho in the House of Solace.
"Aye, Mate."
"Who uses silk bandages? You Seraceni must swim in piles of silver and wipe your asses with -"
"Just stop the bleeding," says I.
"Aye, Mate."
"Who uses silk bandages? You Seraceni must swim in piles of silver and wipe your asses with -"
"Just stop the bleeding," says I.
Written By Monique
July 22, 2020, 1:08 p.m.(9/14/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Dio
What gift says "I'm sorry for putting a dagger in your chest"? Whatever it is, I'll endeavor to find it.
Written By Piccola
July 22, 2020, 12:57 p.m.(9/14/1013 AR)
Every tolerably good soldier understands that, to avoid becoming the scorn of his companions, she must not shrink from danger or hesitating to expose or sacrifice her life when the good of her comrades requires it. So it is that, when the happiness or misery of others depends in any respect upon our conduct, we dare not prefer the interest of one to that of many. It is the soul within us that persuades us not to value ourselves too much and other people too little,else we render ourselves the proper object of the contempt and indignation of our brethren. And as each has a soul, this sentiment is not confined to those of extraordinary magnanimity and virtue, but also to those whose humility is expected by those without.
Written By Thea
July 22, 2020, 12:47 p.m.(9/14/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Martino
I will happily go with both of you. I mean, no matter what end you choose to go. Hot. Freezing....Im there!
Written By Esme
July 22, 2020, 10:16 a.m.(9/13/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Alarissa
Count me in on the fasting. Lycene wine profits may dip. It will be okay.
Written By Catalana
July 22, 2020, 5:58 a.m.(9/13/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Wash
You have never been the sidekick.
You are always the hero in my stories.
You are always the hero in my stories.
Written By Martino
July 22, 2020, 5:26 a.m.(9/13/1013 AR)
Took the fine shipbuilders of Southport to see it done but, with great pleasure, word has been sent that the "Heart of Wander" has been completed.
Now to ready it, and with others, for a trip either down to the Suthyrn Reaches or to the Everwinter. Depending on if it is I or Lady Kaia deciding first.
Now to ready it, and with others, for a trip either down to the Suthyrn Reaches or to the Everwinter. Depending on if it is I or Lady Kaia deciding first.
Written By Catalana
July 22, 2020, 12:41 a.m.(9/13/1013 AR)
I have spent the evening in the shrine at house Thrax. An invitation from Her Highness, princess Alarissa. It has been some time since I have fasted and spent an evening in prayer. I always forget the clarity that it brings. For the first time in a long time I feel peace. The undertow of emotions and worries that have sat upon me for sometime seem to disappear and I can see a way through the fog. Perhaps the thirteen days will bring about a new me.
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