Written By Itzal
March 26, 2018, 9:17 p.m.(6/8/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Thena
Don't listen to her, she's secretly pleased and is looking forward to hearing it said by any and all.
*In significantly smaller script*
Itzal Culler is not responsible for any harm or injury caused by using this nickname in the general vicinity of Thena.
*In significantly smaller script*
Itzal Culler is not responsible for any harm or injury caused by using this nickname in the general vicinity of Thena.
Written By Itzal
March 26, 2018, 9:02 p.m.(6/8/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Thena
Thena parade, everyone. Thena parade. Don't ask why, or how, just add it to the ever growing list of assorted nicknames our favourite Grandmaster of the Knights of Solace collects!
Written By Itzal
March 5, 2018, 2:31 p.m.(4/21/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Thena
Do bring back a bottle of something strong so we can (finally?) catch up.
Oh and don't die and stuff.
Oh and don't die and stuff.
Written By Itzal
March 5, 2018, 12:28 p.m.(4/21/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Thena
On the contrary, I take it as a good sign to the cleverness of the Lyceum that only one minor noble decided to step over the clearly-marked line made by their Archduchess!
It's still a surprisingly good ratio as far as I'm concerned.
It's still a surprisingly good ratio as far as I'm concerned.
Written By Itzal
March 5, 2018, 10:06 a.m.(4/21/1008 AR)
Open rebellion in the Lyceum! How bold for a Count to laugh in the face of what an Archduchess declares! What will happen next? Poisoned goblets? Sinister messages delivered by darkly hooded men? Or perhaps an extended stay at the bottom of the ocean? I hear it's quite nice there, and hosts quite accommodating.
Unless they're sharks. I have it on good authority that sharks are jerks.
Unless they're sharks. I have it on good authority that sharks are jerks.
Written By Itzal
March 4, 2018, 12:20 a.m.(4/18/1008 AR)
I must praise the beauty, conviction, power and undeniable skill that was displayed by my fellow performers at the opera tonight. All praise given to Calandra Whisper and Yasmine Rovashani were entirely deserved, and probably fall short of the truth.
Written By Itzal
March 2, 2018, 9:36 p.m.(4/16/1008 AR)
This is not a journal.
Written By Itzal
Feb. 28, 2018, 11:27 p.m.(4/12/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Thena
Some say that the closer you draw to war, or anything that promises pain and loss, you start to look around you, anywhere but straight ahead. You look at the things that make this life worth living, the things that fill you with joy, even if it's just a handful of moments. The things that you love so much you couldn't bear losing. The people you call family, not by blood, but because of the place they share in your heart. You look at them to give you strength. The strength to look straight ahead and face whatever the future decides to throw at you. The strength to take it all in and hit back harder.
But what do I know, I'm just some bard from the Lowers. You're probably just wasting time.
But what do I know, I'm just some bard from the Lowers. You're probably just wasting time.
Written By Itzal
Feb. 28, 2018, 4:49 p.m.(4/11/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
Well, I didn't expect that much entertainment from the whites today. Do please go on, it's working wonders for morale.
Written By Itzal
Feb. 26, 2018, 11:28 p.m.(4/8/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Tikva
Written by Itzal Culler for wee Prince Asharion Grayson
Little prince, little prince,
Your dreaming kingdom waits,
No finer palace since,
Have opened up their gates.
Finest sweets of delight,
And softest silken beds.
All given at midnight,
For Princes' resting heads.
Take flight with falcons fierce.
Or fight monsters of dread.
Their dire hearts you shall pierce.
And joy to your realm spread.
Little prince, little prince,
Your dreaming kingdom waits,
No finer palace since,
Have opened up their gates.
Little prince, little prince,
Your dreaming kingdom waits,
No finer palace since,
Have opened up their gates.
Finest sweets of delight,
And softest silken beds.
All given at midnight,
For Princes' resting heads.
Take flight with falcons fierce.
Or fight monsters of dread.
Their dire hearts you shall pierce.
And joy to your realm spread.
Little prince, little prince,
Your dreaming kingdom waits,
No finer palace since,
Have opened up their gates.
Written By Itzal
Feb. 22, 2018, 6:59 p.m.(3/28/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Aureth
I think she wants you to add some more puns.
Written By Itzal
Feb. 21, 2018, 10:14 a.m.(3/25/1008 AR)
You can pick your friends but you can't choose family.
Oh no, that wasn't a barb against my sister. It's just a thought that came to me after reading too many noble White Journals.
Why am I reading those? Because it's prime song material, I'll have you know. Mostly for the silly, senseless, happy tunes that Mae enjoys so much.
Yes, that one was a barb. You're learning, Scholar.
Oh no, that wasn't a barb against my sister. It's just a thought that came to me after reading too many noble White Journals.
Why am I reading those? Because it's prime song material, I'll have you know. Mostly for the silly, senseless, happy tunes that Mae enjoys so much.
Yes, that one was a barb. You're learning, Scholar.
Written By Itzal
Feb. 19, 2018, 12:42 a.m.(3/20/1008 AR)
Composed and played by Itzal Culler, at a place unknown.
The Moon was high and still the child lied,
Awake in bed, beneath sheets to hide.
For in his room he was not alone,
The wolf still lurked nearby, it was known.
His savage pelt was of red and black,
His rows of fangs stained from his last snack.
The wolf prowled, chilled the child to the bone,
For the boy saw how his long teeth shone.
'Sleep, forget the wolf' his parents sang,
'There's none here, with neither fur nor fang.
Sleep, forget the wolf, you are safe here.
For we your parents are always near.'
And thus sang his parents so heedless,
Of the latest poor child, made headless.
While the wolf, red and black in the night,
Grinned a smile to fill the boy with fright.
The Moon was high but none in bed lied,
The child was silent, helpless he'd died,
Against the evil wolf of red and black,
His parents did absolutely jack.
'Sleep, forget the wolf' the parents sang,
'There's none here, with neither fur nor fang.
Sleep, forget the wolf, you are safe here.
For we your parents are always near.'
The Moon was high and still the child lied,
Awake in bed, beneath sheets to hide.
For in his room he was not alone,
The wolf still lurked nearby, it was known.
His savage pelt was of red and black,
His rows of fangs stained from his last snack.
The wolf prowled, chilled the child to the bone,
For the boy saw how his long teeth shone.
'Sleep, forget the wolf' his parents sang,
'There's none here, with neither fur nor fang.
Sleep, forget the wolf, you are safe here.
For we your parents are always near.'
And thus sang his parents so heedless,
Of the latest poor child, made headless.
While the wolf, red and black in the night,
Grinned a smile to fill the boy with fright.
The Moon was high but none in bed lied,
The child was silent, helpless he'd died,
Against the evil wolf of red and black,
His parents did absolutely jack.
'Sleep, forget the wolf' the parents sang,
'There's none here, with neither fur nor fang.
Sleep, forget the wolf, you are safe here.
For we your parents are always near.'
Written By Itzal
Feb. 18, 2018, 3:16 p.m.(3/19/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Bastien
No, no, it's fine Scholar, don't mind me, I won't have my snacks ruin the paper. I'm just here for the upcoming white journals.
Oh, I've a feeling they'll come soon enough.
Oh, I've a feeling they'll come soon enough.
Written By Itzal
Feb. 18, 2018, 2:33 p.m.(3/19/1008 AR)
Written and played by Itzal Culler during the Inspirational Concert at the Shrine of Jayus (@cal1341)
The world was fair, the mountains tall,
In elder days before the fall
Of mighty queens in Caer'alfar
And Ther'alfin, who fell so far
The vast seas have shut them away,
The world was fair in Alar's day.
A king he was on carven throne
In many-pillared halls of stone
With golden roof and silver floor,
And runes of power upon the door.
The light of sun and star and moon
In shining lamps of crystal hewn
Undimmed by cloud or shade of night
There shone Arx ever fair and bright.
There evil died, and hammer smote
There chisel clove, and Scholar wrote
There forged was blade, and bound was hilt
The heroes fought, new legends built
There gathered proud men and women
To cast out darkness once again
Buckler and corslet, axe and sword
And shining spears were held to ward.
Unafraid then were Alar's folk
Beneath bright Arx's skies music woke
The harpers harped, the minstrels sang
And at the gates the trumpets rang.
The world is grey, the mountains old
The forge's fire is ashen-cold
No harp is wrung, no hammer falls
The darkness dwells in Alar's halls
The shadow lies upon his tomb
In Arx, where Reckoning met doom.
But anew will heroes appear
To drive evil from our home dear
Battle the Abyss, end its scheme
Till Alar's age become the Dream.
((Inspiration and base to the song comes from the Song of Durin, Lord of the Rings. I changed some of the lyrics to fit the subject.))
The world was fair, the mountains tall,
In elder days before the fall
Of mighty queens in Caer'alfar
And Ther'alfin, who fell so far
The vast seas have shut them away,
The world was fair in Alar's day.
A king he was on carven throne
In many-pillared halls of stone
With golden roof and silver floor,
And runes of power upon the door.
The light of sun and star and moon
In shining lamps of crystal hewn
Undimmed by cloud or shade of night
There shone Arx ever fair and bright.
There evil died, and hammer smote
There chisel clove, and Scholar wrote
There forged was blade, and bound was hilt
The heroes fought, new legends built
There gathered proud men and women
To cast out darkness once again
Buckler and corslet, axe and sword
And shining spears were held to ward.
Unafraid then were Alar's folk
Beneath bright Arx's skies music woke
The harpers harped, the minstrels sang
And at the gates the trumpets rang.
The world is grey, the mountains old
The forge's fire is ashen-cold
No harp is wrung, no hammer falls
The darkness dwells in Alar's halls
The shadow lies upon his tomb
In Arx, where Reckoning met doom.
But anew will heroes appear
To drive evil from our home dear
Battle the Abyss, end its scheme
Till Alar's age become the Dream.
((Inspiration and base to the song comes from the Song of Durin, Lord of the Rings. I changed some of the lyrics to fit the subject.))
Written By Itzal
Feb. 16, 2018, 12:58 p.m.(3/15/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Magpie
Concerts? Boring?
Mae, how hard did you hit the man? Clearly he suffers from wounds most dire to have lost all sense.
Mae, how hard did you hit the man? Clearly he suffers from wounds most dire to have lost all sense.
Written By Itzal
Feb. 16, 2018, 10:57 a.m.(3/15/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
Nice pun there! I pray it is appreciated to its full extent.
Written By Itzal
Feb. 16, 2018, 12:05 a.m.(3/14/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Wylla
Dearest Archlector, fear not, odes to your beauty have been composed, and copies distributed to all worthwhile musicians, singers and bards to spread across the entirety of the Compact.
As an aside, why yes, the Song of Alar has been completed!
As an aside, why yes, the Song of Alar has been completed!
Written By Itzal
Feb. 15, 2018, 9:30 p.m.(3/14/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Magpie
You had a vastly different experience than the one I had when I went last!
You'd never have tried punching me in the gut, Blessed Wylla, would you?
You'd never have tried punching me in the gut, Blessed Wylla, would you?
Written By Itzal
Feb. 15, 2018, 5:15 p.m.(3/7/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Thena
Oh thank Jayus. I was worried to look at the sky and find red there, if so much had changed.
Something to ponder while one thinks of change. Change is good, but change everything and the world loses its mind.
Something to ponder while one thinks of change. Change is good, but change everything and the world loses its mind.
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