Written By Medeia
Nov. 14, 2023, 9:46 a.m.(3/10/1021 AR)
And by the grace of Limerance, it is not just birthdays that we have had to celebrate! Though important - for we should all be so blessed with the chance to keep learning and loving in these lives we have, Saik and Byrne have recently brokered an alliance that reinforces the ties between the Lyceum and Crownlands. My cousin, Filip, has gone on to find his most perfect match in Countess Lyra. We are proud to see him embrace the role of count-consort of Cedar Vale. I, personally, am looking forward to visiting them again when the winter has passed. However, as Voice of Saik, it was my honor to act on Lucita's behalf to negotiate this union beyond my personal interests. The people of Saikland Greens and Cedar Vale will see benefits for generations to come through increased trade and the sharing of knowledge. This is an exciting and wonderful step forward for all.
There is so much that weighs upon us, so many fears to face and challenges to overcome. I promise you, whomever you are reading this, that there are good and sweet and lovely things worth holding onto. In these confusing and dark times, there is light to guide you through. It may be in the smile of the one who makes your heart swell with fondness, it may be in the company of people who brave the snow for you, it may be in the places you tell yourself you cannot find it for any number of fearful reasons. Find the light. If you cannot find it? Be it.
Written By Renata
Nov. 14, 2023, 7:51 a.m.(3/10/1021 AR)
Relationship Note on Medeia
While it was a party held by Saik for the trio of birthdays, to twins Medeia and Neilda, and their Baroness Lucita. There was a marvelous moment when two small family reunions were able to take place. That is the warmth which we need more of these days, to be able to see those we call our family and share some cheer with them.
Sometimes, it's the simplicity of being with loved ones, even if only for a fleeting moment, that adds true richness to our lives.
Written By Duarte
Nov. 14, 2023, 3:56 a.m.(3/10/1021 AR)
Please forgive the near six-year absence from the continuance of my memoirs. The life of a hermit seemed to suit me as I struggled with a rather severe theological conundrum that drove me to the brink. Is it resolved? No. But at least I can venture beyond my chamber walls to the archives again. Yes, I could've sent my submissions via messenger. Alas, I hadn't the will to write them.
But now we continue...
The threat of being implicated in a scandal surrounding the Minister of Production's son weighed heavily on me. My intuition, sharpened by years of navigating the treacherous undercurrents of Setarco’s society, suggested that if I didn't take immediate action, I could very well become the scapegoat in this elaborate game of power and subterfuge.
I realized that my time spent in obscurity at court, my careful observation, and the unassuming persona I had cultivated might finally serve a grander purpose. The opportunity to demonstrate my value to House Pravus, beyond simply making people feel important, was also presenting itself.
I sought an audience with Duke Piero, a move that was bold, given my relatively low position. But the urgency of the situation demanded it. I revealed my discoveries about the Minister of Production's son, the premeditated nature of his downfall, and the potential defection of the Minister himself. My insights were met with heavy skepticism. After all, I wasn't the first thirsty courtier who sought to undermine well-established persons of power for their own elevation and benefit. But the earnestness in my delivery and the evidence I provided were compelling.
The Duke, perhaps sensing an opportunity to avert a crisis within his House, tasked me to gather definitive proof of the Minister's planned defection and, if possible, to uncover the identities of any other co-conspirators. This task required a delicate balance of stealth, persuasion, and a keen understanding of the complex social dynamics at play.
I thus embarked on a series of clandestine meetings, leveraging the relationships I had formed as the "courtly courier" and my newfound reputation at court. I navigated through whispers and half-truths, piecing together a puzzle that was as dangerous as it was intricate.
In a turn of fate, it was during one of these meetings that I stumbled upon information regarding Belinha. The revelation was unexpected and came from a source I had not anticipated. The truth of her disappearance, which had haunted me for years, was now in my grasp. It was a bittersweet moment, one that brought closure but also a deep sense of loss. The details of her fate would forever alter my perception of the city I thought I knew so well.
But I had little time to dwell on these personal revelations. The success of my mission for Duke Piero was paramount. My efforts paid off. I not only exposed the Minister's treachery but also uncovered a network of corruption that ran deeper than suspected. A potential disaster for House Pravus was averted. In doing so, I solidified my position within the House. After delivering up a few more would-be traitors, I was named Minister of Information and Safety (a title a bit too forward... it didn't make my job easier.)
Written By Lys
Nov. 13, 2023, 6:17 p.m.(3/9/1021 AR)
Written By Lys
Nov. 13, 2023, 6:14 p.m.(3/9/1021 AR)
Written By Lucita
Nov. 13, 2023, 8:39 a.m.(3/8/1021 AR)
Written By Viviana
Nov. 13, 2023, 1:16 a.m.(3/7/1021 AR)
On the surface, I wonder if the composition of our bloody humors are similar to that of sea water -- it would make so much sense -- why my head and my heart keep getting pulled to the beaches, eye on that horizon.
I await spring.
Written By Lianne
Nov. 12, 2023, 10:49 p.m.(3/7/1021 AR)
None of this is why I returned--I am very much here because there is work to be done--yet this is why I am glad to be here.
This is what makes Arx home.
Written By Jan
Nov. 12, 2023, 10:33 p.m.(3/7/1021 AR)
Written By Mia
Nov. 12, 2023, 9:41 p.m.(3/7/1021 AR)
Relationship Note on Raven
Given your parameters, the first word that comes to mind is one which I learned from a particular tribe of Crownlands shav'arvani. Were I to translate even its rough meaning into common Arvani, the description would be quite graphic, more than a bit medical, involve at least two other vulgarities, and be ENTIRELY unfit for print in public journals.
Learning languages is only dull when you study them in dusty libraries and never actually apply them out in the world.
Written By Mirari
Nov. 12, 2023, 9:09 p.m.(3/7/1021 AR)
Written By Rosalind
Nov. 12, 2023, 8:59 p.m.(3/7/1021 AR)
Written By Medeia
Nov. 12, 2023, 8:31 p.m.(3/7/1021 AR)
Written By Valencia
Nov. 12, 2023, 8:04 p.m.(3/7/1021 AR)
I look forward to many more such merry meetings and cannot think of better company to chat and conspire with.
Written By Valencia
Nov. 12, 2023, 8:03 p.m.(3/7/1021 AR)
I'm excited to see what they devise and hope for nothing but their success. My Hart stands fully behind their efforts to help others and my staff are at the ready to assist in any way possible.
I think some very wonderful things that will come of this high-spirited and good-hearted trio. I feel so blessed.
Written By Avita
Nov. 12, 2023, 3:56 p.m.(3/7/1021 AR)
Fire, smoke, and ash ...
Blood, sand, and silence...
There's a story here somewhere.
A tale to be told in fabric, in hides, in feathers, gems and ink ...
It begins once upon a time, and ends beyond a sun-stricken horizon -- a dream, a nightmare, one in the same.
It's the middle that eludes me, really.
Who is the hero?
Who is the villain?
The nature of hope, versus the gravity of despair?
That is a story that has been told, again and again...
I'm better than that.
... you know, you're remarkably unhelpful.
Written By Avita
Nov. 12, 2023, 3:16 p.m.(3/7/1021 AR)
I've an event I'm planning, darling, but I'm having a terrible time of it.
Oh, no, I don't care about all that.
It's the fashion, you see.
I'll not be caught dead wearing something I've already been seen in -- how gauche -- and I lack not for ideas or inspiration, but rather an abundance of it.
Normally I would adorn myself in flawless dawnstones, and though they will doubtlessly be included amongst the multitudes necessary to sing my glory to all that behold me in all my stunning splendor, I feel that it's...
Simply ... not enough.
Not this time.
I need something ... special.
Written By Avita
Nov. 12, 2023, 3:08 p.m.(3/6/1021 AR)
I recognise you from somewhere.
Perhaps you were one of the recipients of my recent charitable works.
You haven't heard of my charitable works?
I find that hard to believe, what with it inspiring so many others to action!
To feed and to clothe the poor, those which we have overlooked, the sick, the infirm, the huddled masses that have gone so woefully without as the Compact scrambles to make sense of all that has been, all that is, and the stark and staggering promise of what yet could be!
Oh, I don't know that I'd call myself a pillar of society.
A paragon of the generosity of self and spirit.
A stalwart and stoic ally of the disenfranchised.
Of course, I'd understand if you did.
... with gratitude and conviction.
Oh, I'm not saying I'm owed such, of course.
You're quite welcome.
Written By Raven
Nov. 12, 2023, 3:02 p.m.(3/6/1021 AR)
Written By Ida
Nov. 12, 2023, 2:30 p.m.(3/6/1021 AR)
A bow for Duchess Khanne, which lead to a bit of reminiscing back to the days when I crafted her rubicund one. I say this a lot, but that really feels like a lifetime ago. Our lives were so much different then.
The other piece is a staff for Lady Volcica, who I've come to know these last handful of years. There are some finishing touches yet to make on that one, but it should be in her hands by the end of the week.
I've turned down several commissions in the last few months, simply because I hadn't felt like I could do them the justice they deserved. I could not say no to either of these women and am glad I managed to pull it together for them.
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