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Written By Sheena

Aug. 14, 2018, 3:21 p.m.(5/23/1009 AR)

Date: May 1009

Dearest Adoptive Grandparents,

I'm working at being better at writing to you. The letters I get from you tell me how yo guys enjoy hearing about what is going on with me. So, I want to try and write more often. I might forget too, though, as you know. I just wanted to show how thankful I am you adopted me as your grandchild. I know you guys wanted to make me your adopted child but I was very happy you wished to honor my memory of my parents by taking me as your grandchild.

Anyways, the past few days have been devoted to creating things for my shop and obtaining materials to be used. I am working on accessories and shoes in black and white. If they sell well I will start adding various colors and such. I have a big list of different accessories and shoes I am making. Hopefully people enjoy them and will express other styles, designs, colors, materials, and items they would like to see. I have been trying to use different materials so that everyone can enjoy them, even if they do not have much money. I put up the occasional clothing item as well. Fancy stuff like silk, umbra, aeterna, and so on are quite common here, it seems. It is strange since it was rare for me to touch anything so fine when I was a thrall.

I have met an interesting person. I don't know what to write about the person. Everyone has been very nice, which is rather unsettling for me since it was, more or less, indifference I faced as a thrall. Being treated well and being nice do not always go hand in hand.

I don't really have much else to say at the moment.

With love,
Sheena

P.S. I did make a second copy of this letter for public records. I hope Adoptive Grandpa is pleased.

Written By Tikva

Aug. 14, 2018, 2:35 p.m.(5/23/1009 AR)

Asharion's first word was "Dad," and I think that places him well ahead of his brother in terms of amiability; Tiber's first word was "No."

Asharion's second word was "dog". I believe he was trying to steal Steadfast from his cousins at the time.

Asharion's third word was "griffin". I think Aislin would be proud.

Written By Iseulet

Aug. 14, 2018, 1:39 p.m.(5/23/1009 AR)

What would you do if you were given a different face for a day?

Would you track down your heart's desire and take it for yourself? Would you attempt something you could never otherwise do? Would you do something you otherwise wouldn't have the courage to do? Would you take? Would you give?

Written By Monique

Aug. 14, 2018, 12:04 p.m.(5/23/1009 AR)

Closer and closer looms The Gala and the deadline for the Gilded Page Writing Contest. I'm looking forward to both, though perhaps one a little more than the other.

I enjoyed painting rocks at the temple of Jayus the other night and must commend Guardsman Fatchforth for his event. I never did get that other ear painted though.

Written By Eleyna

Aug. 14, 2018, 11:15 a.m.(5/23/1009 AR)

Relationship Note on Serafine

Gods, I miss you.

Written By Marian

Aug. 14, 2018, 10:49 a.m.(5/23/1009 AR)

Relationship Note on Faruq

As a patron, I ensure my protege has the proper equipment and training to do their duty. I mentor their development and in turn forge a strong tie to another house. So when I need someone to assist , they return the favor.

Ideally it should bear meaning. In my case, I have mentored the last three Swords of Greenmarch, the house of my birth. For it is in my best interest to see to my blood relatives safety.

Perhaps you can find a connection through your family tree or mentor someone that holds great promise.

Written By Harlex

Aug. 14, 2018, 10:41 a.m.(5/23/1009 AR)

Scars are no special thing.

Once in a fishing village near High Hill, when I was a year into my career, a boatswain shot me in the back with a crossbow over a local girl. When I turned to deal with him, his friend who had been waiting nearby stabbed me just below the heart with a fillet knife.

They fled and I leaned against the bar with blood running everywhere. The others looked away. After a while I sat on the floor and blacked out.

When I awoke a fisherman named Greene had taken me to his bungalow to heal. The local girl had visited one time in my recovery and said she'd be waiting when I was on my feet.

The next day in the cold of the morning I left.

Still have the scars from the crossbow bolt and the knife. But, honestly, I cannot recall the name of the girl or her face.

The point is, I guess, is there is no point. It is just a thing that happened. And those scars are proof of nothing.

My only regret, now that I consider it, is that I did not find that man and kill him before I rode on. Damn.

Written By Godric

Aug. 14, 2018, 9:59 a.m.(5/23/1009 AR)

Relationship Note on Elloise

You're welcome.

Tomorrow you get to clean the scorched flesh from bones so we can test it! I'll bring pie for afterwards.

Written By Faruq

Aug. 14, 2018, 9:05 a.m.(5/23/1009 AR)

Relationship Note on Prisila

Cousin.

I am curious as to what you have discovered on the matter of Protege's and Patrons. I myself am considering the attempt at finding a protege but your words have made me second guess things that seemed plain before. What would I bring to benefit my protege beyond connection to me? What is that even worth to begin with, being so new to Arx? While it would very much benefit me if I did find one that complemented my skills well, the only thing I could offer is protection. Is that enough in a city that has the Iron Guard attending to it?

I do not know.

Something to think about further certainly.

Written By Holt

Aug. 14, 2018, 8:42 a.m.(5/23/1009 AR)

Relationship Note on Nico

Last night I took Nico down to the training hall to get her technique looking presentable for the Champions. She did well, learned a thing or two about evasion. And as usual she did it in the cutest way possible.

Written By Lucita

Aug. 14, 2018, 8:03 a.m.(5/23/1009 AR)

It is humbling when one sings and when done those listening are openly weeping. Perhaps the sadness of that being the anniversary date of my husband and so many others at Setarco showed in the way I sang.

Written By Norwood

Aug. 14, 2018, 6:58 a.m.(5/22/1009 AR)

My scars?

No, I think I will keep that to myself or to those who choose to ask. They are mine alone.

Written By Nico

Aug. 14, 2018, 3:50 a.m.(5/22/1009 AR)

Last night, Holt drilled me until I couldn't stand anymore. At least I've gotten better at avoiding enemies' attacks in combat. After that, I made a fool of myself in front of the royal family that just happened to drop by the training center. At least they didn't see me get repeatedly beaten by Holt.

Written By Silas

Aug. 14, 2018, 2:23 a.m.(5/22/1009 AR)

Relationship Note on Evonleigh

I have a million cousins.

Should we all one day coalesce, we will form an empire.

Until then, I will enjoy the routine company of a precious few. I am delighted you have decided to join us, Evonleigh.

Written By Silas

Aug. 14, 2018, 2:20 a.m.(5/22/1009 AR)

That feeling when you send an important letter and suddenly remember how to grammar.

Written By Elloise

Aug. 13, 2018, 10:54 p.m.(5/22/1009 AR)

Relationship Note on Godric

THANK YOU for letting me touch the gross stuff in a controlled and safe (safer - safer-ish) environment, Inquisitor Godric.

Written By Karadoc

Aug. 13, 2018, 10:51 p.m.(5/22/1009 AR)

Relationship Note on Vanora

That would fuck a kid up, wouldn't it? Who in the Abyss would want to be a Duke? UGH. Better to be the second born. Or in an altogether different family line out of way -- not likely to inherit anything but a cushy title and some ministerial duties.

Written By Prisila

Aug. 13, 2018, 10:24 p.m.(5/22/1009 AR)

Relationship Note on Vanora

I find it entirely within the realm of possibility and even a little amusing. It'd be very very ironic.

Written By Richard

Aug. 13, 2018, 9:24 p.m.(5/22/1009 AR)

Today was a very difficult day, but at the same time a productive one. A group of people dedicated to fighting the good fight, managed to deal with the origin of the disease in the form of dogs, a horrible looking bear and a warehouse fulled of ill people apparently enslaved. We managed to aid those who required it and move them to the Clinic. Thankfully with a viable cure I am quite sure that we will be able to help these people to get better.

Written By Thorley

Aug. 13, 2018, 8:52 p.m.(5/22/1009 AR)

Relationship Note on Violet

On our first anniversary..

When I was in my youth,
I read tales of knights, story and verse.
I had foolish dreams that they were the truth
after all, they lived Happily Ever After, of course.

Then my sextant turned,
and from child and wife,
I felt the cold caress of being undone,
I felt the abscence of life.

The bottom of the bottle,
became my only friend,
the truth was too hard to swallow,
I was no longer one to be depend.

I had surrendered my heart,
I only gave for pleasure,
Love was never a proper start,
my body was a temple, devoid of treasure.

Others had explored and found it barren,
cast aside on the wind,
When she came into my life, I could only stare,
but I wasn't sure I wanted to go through to that certain end.

She continued to hold her ground,
she wouldn't let me set my course,
my ship was run aground,
She didn't push, she didn't force.

She let me coast into her harbor,
In her bright blue waters,
she let me set anchor,
in her eyes, I saw sons and daughters.

Fear grabbed at my heart after we wedded,
some say it was a blade,
and the dreams made and dreaded,
and to home I again strayed.

I feared a return,
even at my Duke's assurance,
when I saw her again, I felt that old burn,
I thought it was over, even with her reassurance.

She accepted me without condition,
without judgement, without trepidation.
to earn her back became my mission,
At her side was my station.

To our lives she added a daughter,
now another stirs underneath her heart,
in our lives is new laughter,
Our family grows, and we're rarely apart.

Now it has come,
a year gone and past,
and my heart has still succumb,
and I know now that love will last.

To my beloved named after a flower,
to the children I can't wait to meet,
our love will never sour,
and every year from here on out, I eagerly greet.

I once didn't believe in fairy tales,
that they would never come true,
with you, Violet, I set my sails,
and know that I'm in love with you.

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