Written By Piccola
Sept. 12, 2021, 12:38 a.m.(3/9/1016 AR)
Living in fear of death is living in denial. It's not really living at all, because there is no life without death.
It's two sides of the one.
Written By Rinel
Sept. 12, 2021, 12:12 a.m.(3/9/1016 AR)
Written By Ryhalt
Sept. 11, 2021, 10:18 p.m.(3/9/1016 AR)
Relationship Note on Armand
It seems I will find out in coming days.
Written By Medeia
Sept. 11, 2021, 9:11 p.m.(3/9/1016 AR)
I am no fool. I listen when others speak. I have heard the arguments others have made against neo-nobles when I have been in support of them. Even I cannot find a way to spin Count Amadeo's recent actions. His choice, which I respect as his Skald-given right, was inarguably terrible. It is upsetting that the man who was entrusted with the stewardship of the people of Bravura - in the wake of the pain and destruction they endured because of the Argento war - has failed to understand the duties he was elevated to perform. If he truly has no interest in performing them, he should set aside his given nobility. It isn't as if he doesn't have plenty to fall back on.
"Loyalty knows no bounds." Those are the words of House Amadeo. The count's loyalty to his people has found its bounds. However, I wouldn't implicate Lord Orland in the same breath. Appointing the young man as Voice has been a good decision on the count's part. When the Tydelands were dealt the tragic loss of Astarrea and House Melaeris, Lord Orland was the one who stepped forward to join Amadeo's ships to Eswynd's in remapping the affected coasts. His genuine care for aiding the Compact in that moment made it so that the Physicians Guild fleet could safely navigate and deploy assistance to those who needed food and medical care. Lord Orland has been essential to having Bravura's ports aid in trade arrangements and projects with Proscipi, Eswynd, and Shepherd. He has sought out training as a knight, and an archlector of the Faith serves as his patron.
The situation is more complicated than just that, however. Stability is vital. The Lycene isles have been subjected to upheavals, seemingly ceaselessly, for over a decade now. What should be a strengthening union has highlighted the divisions we face throughout the Compact. It would be imprudent to paint all neo-nobles with the brush Count Amadeo holds, but he has certainly done them no favors.
Written By Lucita
Sept. 11, 2021, 5:37 p.m.(3/9/1016 AR)
Relationship Note on Talwyn
Written By Lucita
Sept. 11, 2021, 5:32 p.m.(3/9/1016 AR)
Relationship Note on Jasher
Written By Temira
Sept. 11, 2021, 4:27 p.m.(3/9/1016 AR)
But when we have done the diplomatic thing, (which thankful Lady Medeia being there and saving the conversation from my momentary lapse of refinement with so much natural grace) and are still refusing to compromise. The only answer left is death by Eswynd sword.
Must be the influence of my near-brother, whenever I am around him, I act as I always have. Titles mean little to him, And I only care about them when I am representing Eswynds capability of adapting to our place in the compact. In honestly I much rather enjoy being the casualness between my near-brother but after awhile, i'm reminded that he has no desire to pursue the unknown and he can only be poked fun at for so long, He can become quite a bore after that. Ah I got a bit more off my chest writing then I had intended. I think my heart feels so happy to be home that I just want to express it. I am blessed to fight along such strong folk.
Written By Caprice
Sept. 11, 2021, 3:23 p.m.(3/9/1016 AR)
I am pleased to be working with the Jayus Gallery of Art this Patronsday to showcase existing art, brought out of great halls and boudoirs to share their brilliance with a wider audience if only for a limited time.
Written By Rosalind
Sept. 11, 2021, 2:08 p.m.(3/9/1016 AR)
Written By Tanith
Sept. 11, 2021, 12:36 p.m.(3/8/1016 AR)
The choices I make effect the ones I love, the choices they make can effect me. This is nothing new, certainly, but it's been driven home these last few weeks enough that I've had to meditate on it. It is humbling to know my thoughts and emotions, my mind, my heart, are all weighed and measured and valued by these people I love, and that there can be grief when their choices hurt me, choices that were necessary. It can be hard, too, to accept the vulnerability of loving so completely. I still struggle with it. I shouldn't, but I do all the same. It's a selfish demand though, isn't it? To beg those that carry your heart to be careful with their lives? I suppose it's my right to beg, as much as it's their right to follow their paths. They might be more cautious, perhaps more conscious of their decisions, but in the end I don't think I'd want them be anything else.
It's hard. It's so hard.
Mmm? Oh. Right. Forgive my ramble, scholar. Here, have a muffin.
Written By Ezra
Sept. 11, 2021, 10:12 a.m.(3/8/1016 AR)
Relationship Note on Noah
Written By Viviana
Sept. 11, 2021, 6:59 a.m.(3/8/1016 AR)
If there should stand a Champion for all matters of the heart, I'll stand for it. I'll stand for love. Which is easy, isn't it, from where I am standing. I adore a story fraught with unwavering love and realized dreams. Love is hardly scandal. It's an ideal, a romantic musing that's ever so slightly out of reach of many members of the peerage. So, of course, I am seething with jealousy for them.
What rankles, dearest, is -- what?
Ah, yes. What rankles is this: for Count Duarte Amadeo for making a -- a -- socially inept, poorly constructed political statement while in the middle of a proclamation that should be properly celebrating love and a union to join hearts and ally Houses. You disrespect your people, and your House -- especially when you know, you knew -- the consequences of your actions. You're the ruling party of an entire city. As though you wanted to start a conflict of ascension on purpose. In your poor judgement, you also push Lord Orland and Lord Savio (who are simply in love -- which, gods -- I am super jealous of and I honestly think that if there's a reception it's going to be dazzling) beneath the judgmental eye of the people of your County that have seen one -- now, likely, two collapses of ruling Houses that are supposedly Bravura functioning in a time where it's all tenuous.
(In clear terms: you're a pompous windbag, Count Duarte Do Little, and you should not have made your heir and his betrothed a spectacle.)
First House Malgentilega. Now House Amadeo.
There's such a delicate balance between social scandal and social ruin -- summed in a word.
Written By Noah
Sept. 10, 2021, 11:31 p.m.(3/7/1016 AR)
Relationship Note on Jaenelle
I also feel like I have learned so much about you.
You sometimes forget what end in the pointy end of the dagger.
Now, I've learned you can't count. I'm not your fifth husband, you know.
Written By Noah
Sept. 10, 2021, 11:28 p.m.(3/7/1016 AR)
These are always fun.
Look a neo-noble who has such respect for tradition that he mocks the nobility he was elevated to.
I'll just be over here drinking my wine as he proves the point of my argument at the last salon.
Written By Mattheu
Sept. 10, 2021, 10:54 p.m.(3/7/1016 AR)
A shared dance, or that one lucky sigh to have been caught by eyes unknown.
To find someone when they weren't even looking, that moment of shared look and caught within the trailing net that we never remembered tossing upon a deck which was cutting waves as if their lives depended upon slicing waters faster than a setting sun or chasing moon.
To allow winds to guide them upon their feet...
To find another sullen and to share a stolen cookie with.
To learn of their loves outside of others, and wish to share more than the music from one's bells.
Alas. I missed the event. And did not get to hear of any such tales.
Written By Aelgar
Sept. 10, 2021, 10:44 p.m.(3/7/1016 AR)
Written By Zakhar
Sept. 10, 2021, 10:29 p.m.(3/7/1016 AR)
The waters lashed upon hull of sinking ship, divers taking to the waters as the sun reached out in a lasting kiss upon our decks. The way the colors mingled with each other and floated upon waves.
I can only hope to someday capture this beauty in a painting or story. For now, I only have you Scholar Clive. My one truest friend.
Written By Preston
Sept. 10, 2021, 7:30 p.m.(3/7/1016 AR)
Yet I wonder if people truly know it?
Tradition. It is like the keep at Sanctum. It can at times feel cold, it can feel isolating, lonely. It can feel like a cage. And yet. It is the mortar between the stones that keep us safe. It is in every bite of food that is prepared. It is in the canticles you hear on the wind.
Tradition is what binds us. It is what connects us. Tradition is our faith, it is our people, it is our Compact, it is our lives. Without it? Well. Who are you to me? Who are we to anyone? So the darkness shall have us, one by one, man and woman, away into that darkest night that shall become eternal.
Tradition must, like a castle, grow to encompass new ground as our people grow, as they change. Tradition though is wary. Never to expand too rapidly, to leave itself exposed. To leave us exposed. There must always be balance. Caution.
The Orthodoxy have often prided ourselves as being guardians of tradition. Caution is a term we know well. It is a method to our acts. But have we always communicated what we see as this simple truth effectively? It has been some time since our last open dinner for the Orthodoxy. Perhaps, like some older traditions, its time has come once more.
Written By Preston
Sept. 10, 2021, 7:21 p.m.(3/7/1016 AR)
I have found those who have most clung to it are those for whom it is the only thing that remains. The hope of a tomorrow, the hope that this is indeed the lowest point and things will rise. The hope that the arrow darkening the sun is not to land on you.
The largest advantage those with privilege have, and I will include my common self in this, is that we do not need to hope. We can do. We can act. We can make change occur. The man cowering with his family from some abandoned raiders? He only has hope. So I suppose it comes down to, will the privilege we have be used to answer the hopes - and prayers - of those who need it?
Written By Piccola
Sept. 10, 2021, 6 p.m.(3/7/1016 AR)
1. All warfare is deception.
2. Victory and defeat are matters of circumstance.
3. The noblest struggle is justice before a tyrant.
4. True wisdom is freedom from one's own ideas.
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