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Written By Melinda

July 21, 2017, 11:50 p.m.(11/17/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Artorius

My father has given permission to you -

Let us see what greatness we can accomplish together

Written By Alarissa

July 21, 2017, 11:47 p.m.(11/17/1006 AR)

I thank the Gods for those with the skills that saved me. Those at the House of Solace skilled in milking vipers and those who's aim is true.

But now I am inconvenienced. Because in the end, that's what has happened, at least to myself. Inconvenienced because it takes me forever just to write down what I am sending Camille to have transcribed into my whites. Because there are things to plan still, invitations to deliver and preparations to oversee. And all I want to do is sleep. I am assured that this shall pass, even though it does not feel it. I dislike being inconvenienced.

Sleep, and stare at the servants who pass by my door as imagination roils. Sleep some more. Pass the time with passing letters and playing with Elegance. Lady Shae Keaton has refined what she knows and perhaps I can convince her to come and walk her for me and teach her more.

And you. I know you read this. If you did not, I would have to think less of you. You cannot shoulder the blame for something that was not your fault. For all that you try to take it upon your shoulders, you cannot take what happened to me, upon yours. There will always be those who hunt others, because they exist. Because the very breath you take abhors them. Meet it head on, call them to the floor and lay waste to them so that they cannot do this again to you and yours. But know that yours, will stand beside you and behind you as you do such. They will willingly shoulder that burden as well, whether you like it or not. For that is family, by blood or by binding. This I know to be true.

Written By Magpie

July 21, 2017, 11:34 p.m.(11/17/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Aureth

Happy birthday to my cousin who's not my cousin... twice over.. actually.
Anyway, you're old. Congrats. Try not to get too many more wrinkles.

He didn't want anyone to know this, but he told me that he'd really love to get a bottle of sauce for his birthday. If you have an extra alcoholic delight laying around and you like the Archlector of Death, send it his way!

Another gift idea if you're searching is a nice hair brush.

Written By Esoka

July 21, 2017, 11:19 p.m.(11/17/1006 AR)

While the efforts to restore the Gray Forest have yielded much better health for it, dangers still remain. I was reminded of this when I joined one of the Grayson patrols into its depths this past week. We found a mother from a shav'arvani tribe and her two sons, who'd been set upon my monstrous, cursed beasts. We escorted them safely to the city, where they were tended to. I need to look in on them to see how they are faring. The Compact offers much in the way of security, but it can be frighteningly foreign if you are not accustomed to its ways.

As for the beasts, twisted creatures that they were, we managed to slay them. I fought beside Lord Commander Silas and Prince Luca with my blade, while Princess Lou Grayson and Lord Estaban Saik laid into them with arrows. And Prince Aiden Grayson worked to calm those wolves which could be turned peaceable, to remarkable effect.

For all that we were victorious over the cursed wolves themselves. But they were MADE that way by someone wielding very dark power, and that one we did not find.

I shall venture back to the forest again soon. My work is not done.

Written By Aiden

July 21, 2017, 10:36 p.m.(11/17/1006 AR)

I had the wolves moved to a private kennel, where they can be close to me at all times. I asked for help from Tyrval, but have yet to hear back from him. Maybe I'll have answers before I go north. Maybe they'll come with me north. The future is so unknown.

Written By Merek

July 21, 2017, 10:15 p.m.(11/17/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Aislin

Lady Aislin has been a wonderful boon to the Scholars, and I consider her to be one of our greatest minds. Her knowledge and work with languages and history is to be respected. I consider her a wonderful teacher as well.

Written By Clover

July 21, 2017, 9:28 p.m.(11/17/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Mae

*A shaky sketch of a woman with dark brown hair cut short. Her head is turned, a profile view given. She has head tilted upward, nose in the air in apparent disdain. Though there's a slight curve at the edge of her lips, a little secret smile.*

Written By Clover

July 21, 2017, 8:23 p.m.(11/17/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Felicia

*A shakey partially colored piece of a tall woman with a prespective from below. The woman's expression is slightly exasperated, and over one shoulder a peeks the handle of a giant sword. The only color in the piece is the coppery brilliance of the woman's loose red hair.*

Written By Felicia

July 21, 2017, 4:53 p.m.(11/17/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Clover

What is there to say about Clover? Never have I had a full-grown woman fall on me thrice in a single conversation. twice is flirting and this... I something else. She's liable to be the death of me if truth be told. And yet...

And yet somehow I have found myself shopping with her. She offered to buy me a dress I did not want as a reward for helping her up I didn't need. What on earth is going on?

Written By Felicia

July 21, 2017, 4:50 p.m.(11/17/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Alaric

What is there to say? The King is as kind and generous as they have said and also very shrewd. Somehow it seems I have not been reprimanded for being in my dress armour at the improper time although the Captain was ready to write me up then and there for having done so.

I confess I should have carried it instead of worn it since I was not attending the King's duties. But it's so heavy... Next time I'll do it the right way. Every time. His Majesty deserves nothing less of me.

Written By Eirene

July 21, 2017, 4:22 p.m.(11/17/1006 AR)

I will never look at a naked Thraxian the same way again...

Written By Mason

July 21, 2017, 3:20 p.m.(11/17/1006 AR)

There is always a moment when my wife returns from one of her trips, be it a sojourn, a scouting mission, or exploration. In that moment, we share an embrace and there is nothing my heart desires more than for the sands to stop falling through the hourglass, so that the sheer rush of love, affection, and peace I always feel might never end.

There are so many that never know the simple freedom of such moments, I must try to appreciate it for all that it is worth.

Written By Valery

July 21, 2017, 2:22 p.m.(11/17/1006 AR)

I've been making a lot of perfumes lately, based on people's journals. It's been interesting...
I didn't get much feedback, though, so except for a couple, I don't know if they are good enough.

Written By Abbas

July 21, 2017, 12:04 p.m.(11/16/1006 AR)

I am and shall ever be a Golden Noodling God.

The line of people wanting to noodle with me starts at the shallow end of the pool and goes around to the deep end.

Salt Life forever.

Written By Eleyna

July 21, 2017, 11:13 a.m.(11/16/1006 AR)

Noodling? Cornholing?

That's adorable.

In the south, we play very different... 'games'.

Written By Alis

July 21, 2017, 11:11 a.m.(11/16/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Victus

Likes big quills and he cannot lie.

Written By Victus

July 21, 2017, 10:18 a.m.(11/16/1006 AR)

Scribe, get the big quill because I feel like putting my thoughts in fucking BOLD.

To clear up confusion about a transgression this past month, I'm going to explain the Thraxian sport of 'noodling'. Now we begin by stripping clean of any clothing on one's person as you have to have full range of mobility to compete. Your opponent will stand opposite of you and the two of you will engage in non-lethal combat.

The weapons of choice are where the infamous name comes from. Usually made of some sort of rubbery elasticy kind of shit, your weapon forms a cylinder. Something easily soaked and not gonna leave any bruises on the other guy. Now whip marks, maybe. But that's only if you get a big league fucker on the other side of you. Once the two of you have squared off in your waterway of choice (This can be a pond, river, man-made pool, whatever has waist-high water that you can stand in) you're expected to beat the absolute shit out of each other until somebody gives up.

This can go on for hours. We make our noodles of the highest quality to ensure they bend, not break when struck. Hopefully once the competitors are naked, stinging, sore and soaked you'll have the good sense to tap out at an appropriate time. However, noodling is a game of pride. One man's naked pride against another's. There are fewer sports that don't deal with grievous injuries and part of the reason why I have "Salt Life" forever inked onto my body, you need to be a warrior to endure a Thrax's pool.

Did you get all of that? What the fuck are you smirking for? Don't tell me you're a fan of cornholing or I swear.

Written By Thena

July 21, 2017, 9:28 a.m.(11/16/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Leola

I represent the Faith as a Godsworn member of the Knights of Solace. I apologize for not making a proper introduction at the time; I am still unaccustomed to representing anything, and I was, well, distracted.

Written By Leola

July 21, 2017, 9:23 a.m.(11/16/1006 AR)

Following the Grandmaster's request, Her Highness, Princess Sophie Valardin, his benevolence the Legate Orazio, the knights Sir Preston and Dame Alexis, and Mistress Thena (who, I assume, represents herself. I quite understand) assisted me in the cleansing of one of Petrichor's groves.

The focal point of the grove seemed to be an injured fawn; bleeding, near death. Several shadowed and utterly wrong mockeries of beasts attacked us; the Grandmaster and his steed, and I, took down one taking the form of Count Alexander (and we called his proper name as vengeance for this), while a gigantic spider attempted to eat the Legate and the knights. Her Highness successfully tended the fawn, and we were successful in restoring the grove with the prayer of dominion.

Apparently Brier will be knighted for this. She is thrilled. I'm so very pleased for her.

Written By Edain

July 21, 2017, 8:36 a.m.(11/16/1006 AR)

Recently it was asked of me what is it that we as a compact offer the Abandoned that might wish to join us as prodigals. I think I can explain this best as a metaphor.

You see each fief is very much it's own meal. It is robust and hearty and filling. And it can sustain you for a time. But as each fief joins with others, either swearing an oath to become vassals, or accepting the oath of vassalage, we become more than just a meal, but rather a feast! A great bounty that can sustain us for a very long time.

In time we grew until there were five great feasts in the, and for the most part, we are all happy with the feasts we grew up around, but Arvum is a big place and as we want to share the other's bounty we need something to make these other 4 feasts palatable to the ones we grew up with. So what makes any feast better? Bacon. There is no meal, no libation, no confection that is not improved by the inclusion of bacon. That is the Compact. We are bacon that improves and binds these five might feasts into the massive buffet of variety and cultures that will sustain us all as long as well.

So to those that are on the fence about swearing an oath and becoming prodigal, I would encourage you to join us.

Let us be your bacon!

**Addendum**

The scribe I turned this into gave me a curious look after reading this passage and said I might want to 'workshop' this a bit. What does that mean?

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