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Written By Delilah

Dec. 18, 2018, 10:37 a.m.(3/12/1010 AR)


.-+ Apricity +-.

We annihilate ourselves
in the dust of ages
floating in the sunlight
emerging from our cages
The revival of time
We take a path, brazen,
The truth ever sublime,
No more hesitation.

Non omnis moriar.

Written By Fianna

Dec. 18, 2018, 10:31 a.m.(3/12/1010 AR)

I remember the moment when it started to rain and I remember it well as it was the same time I started to cry. The horses are able to leave their shelter now that the horrible greenish snow has mostly melted from the rain, and I find myself breathing again. I feel relief and yet I also feel empty. Perhaps it's my lack of sleep. Either way, I've too much to do right now to waste my time sleeping. There are still animals I need to check on, not to mention I've a much bigger priority than sleep. And that's to work on plans to expand Volkov's stables.

Written By Macda

Dec. 18, 2018, 9:49 a.m.(3/12/1010 AR)

Relationship Note on Luca

Luca knows everything. Let me just make a note of that. Thank you, Thistleton.

Written By Gaston

Dec. 18, 2018, 9:26 a.m.(3/12/1010 AR)

In times of crisis, it becomes more clear than ever who matters to you...

My family, of course, where I would be without them -- I can only think of the twisting, horrible nightmares full of blood and pain and darkness that they have prevented, with their love and support.

My friends, those I can call such...they are more family to me than I have ever let them know, and for that I am truly sorry.

And Nuala...when I thought of what might be happening to you, the pain and loss in my heart were an order of magnitude greater than anything some shade or demon could ever hope to inflict.

I'm sure I made a great clanking fool of myself, charging out into the night and the downpour.

But it was worth it, to learn you were safe.

Thank all the Gods, though they may weep at what we lost. We will repay that debt in full.

Written By Perronne

Dec. 18, 2018, 9:16 a.m.(3/12/1010 AR)

I don't understand.

The whole world is mourning. In places I've never seen, never knew existed, there is sadness and fear and loss and regret. I don't understand. This is too big for me to understand. But I feel your sorrow, and I weep for it. May the gods keep us all, in every far-flung corner of the world, and even into darkness.

I just wish I knew what I was crying for.

Written By Bliss

Dec. 18, 2018, 6:06 a.m.(3/11/1010 AR)

I was getting a garment fitted when I heard the sound. Something was wrong -- I could feel it in the air. I think we all could feel it in the air. The bottom of my stomach sank. I left immediately, and I just ran. Ran to where I thought I'd heard the sound come from, and when I saw where people were running to, I knew.

Eventually, we all run out of second chances.

There are many more things to write. But I don't feel safe writing them here. Isn't that a laugh?

I am so very tired of these shackles that have been placed on us, though. I am livid about what happened today.

I don't intend to waste this.

Written By Violet

Dec. 18, 2018, 2:34 a.m.(3/11/1010 AR)

I have not slept in two days and some I think now. I've lost count of the hours. I come from a meeting about what has transpired and my heart is heavy. Heavy with frustration. Heavy with anger. Heavy with loss. But it will not weigh me down. It will not stop me. Tonight someone many may never have known of sacrificed themselves for us all. To stop the snow, to prevent the world being devoured, she changed the dream. I will not let your sacrifice be in vain, Copper. I know what to do.

Written By Helena

Dec. 17, 2018, 9:58 p.m.(3/11/1010 AR)

The feelings of the past day are hard to sort. Fear and worry and wonder and pain and now...

Now this gray melancholy that seems to burrow its way deep, leaving a hollow within. I fear I may not smile again -- that is dramatic, I know. The sun will show its face again, and I will lift mine up to feel its warmth. For now, at least, the rain washes away that terrible snow.

Green is usually my favorite color. But I think I'll slip my green garments to the back of the wardrobe for a few days at least. I still find it lovely, just not so on snow.

Written By Violet

Dec. 17, 2018, 8:07 p.m.(3/10/1010 AR)

Since the snow started falling across the city I have been at the Shrine of the Sentinel. I write this now as I take a break from kneeling and seeking guidance. Shooting arrows at the sky yields only arrows in the eye, after all. Despite the feeling like my stomach wishes to flee Arx, and thus is violently refusing anything, I am going to sit down at dinner. I may not eat, but I will sit with my family. Everyone can feel the dread by now, so I am not surprised if there will be others unable to eat.

I have a sense and a worry of what is to come. But I do not give my permission. So there.

Written By Sydney

Dec. 17, 2018, 7:50 p.m.(3/10/1010 AR)

Some days, luck is on my side - and then there's days like today. Bastard was due to take a fall like we agreed, but when I closed in for the haymaker - nice and telegraphed to give him the chance to brace - he sucker-punches me out of nowhere. Next thing I know, I'm blearily waking up, spittin' blood from where he rammed my teeth against my lip, and the match is called.

Great.

Not only is that a loss of my cut, but it's another failed bet. Stormed out for a drink, and the sharding snow stung on my bruises something awful.

Need to turn up some coin soon. This is a setback I sure as hell didn't need.

Written By Luca

Dec. 17, 2018, 7:11 p.m.(3/10/1010 AR)

I'm sure everyone's writing about the snow.

I told you so.

Written By Juniper

Dec. 17, 2018, 6:52 p.m.(3/10/1010 AR)

1. Which projects are nearest and dearest to your heart, that you hope to see organized and realized through this board?

I have no personal projects planned and no intention to use the Commoners' Council as a means to promote my own interests. What I do intend is to use my own contacts, networks and resources to bring the needs of Arx's common folk to fruition. If a well has soured or a wall fallen, if there are shortages or desire for expansion, my strength lies in connecting the people capable of answering the need, and supporting them to make it a reality.

I listen, and I understand.

2. When you run into intransigent opposition - furious Peers, someone stonewalling you for their own political gain, injustices committed against you - how will you attempt to resolve these matters?

I also am very, very diplomatic! I've brought feuding nobility to the table and brokered peace or truces. I navigate bureaucratic mazes for others. I right wrongs, and heal, and improve. To be able to deploy these skills not just for the nobility but for those who were born to the same station as me is a joy. I've tried to do so, where I can, but this would certainly provide more opportunities.

3. What is it about you that should make us select you to represent our concerns over any of the other candidates?

The other candidates are all very strong, and very worthy. I can't argue that I'm a better prospect than any of them but whether I am voted in to take a seat at the Council or not, I'll continue to work to improve the lives of everyone I'm responsible for, the lives of everyone I meet.

Written By Orathy

Dec. 17, 2018, 6:17 p.m.(3/10/1010 AR)

Green snow? AYE, this is what happens when yer inquisitioners be playin with shit they ain't understanding. AYE, I be told they be tryin to be magic men 'n all that shit. This is why us people, us common people gotta have a voice, aye, to put an end to the shit they're doin to us all!

Let it be said that I, Orathy Culler, aye, will speak with the voice of the people! I ain't scared of nobles and I sure shit ain't kissin inquisition arses like the Grayhopes be doin. If ya want a voice for the ills of our people, fer the Lowers 'n all the common born of the city, reckon ya should try me eh? There ain't no beatin no bushes with me aye. I be BLUNT as me fuckin stolen axe probably is.

Vote for me. Then we be having a real voice, one that ain't managed by no inquisitors 'n rich folk.

Written By Draven

Dec. 17, 2018, 5:03 p.m.(3/10/1010 AR)

Relationship Note on Rowenova

Oh! I didn't plan on this! I woke up and my Wife has written a whole lot of Things about me! So much! So many lovely Things! I don't know what to write about her! Except I love her lots! That's my Wife! So sweet and caring!

Written By Nuala

Dec. 17, 2018, 4:38 p.m.(3/10/1010 AR)

I have witnessed a soul too beautiful and bright to ever quench. That sun shines on me when I have no right to seek such light. In the warmth, I can bloom.

Written By Jael

Dec. 17, 2018, 4:35 p.m.(3/10/1010 AR)

Relationship Note on Amari

I would have found a way to give Barf an award if Countess Mia recognized his superior capabilities first!

Written By Miranda

Dec. 17, 2018, 3:34 p.m.(3/10/1010 AR)

This green-black snow is killing my absolute adoration for the fun, freezing white-stuff I've been enjoying for the first time in my life.

I'm not sure which Gods to pray to in order to help set this right, but I'm willing!

I want my snowball games to continue!

Written By Miranda

Dec. 17, 2018, 2:22 p.m.(3/10/1010 AR)

Relationship Note on Lucita

"Sweet Baroness!"

It suits you and barely expresses my appreciation for your tutelage.

Your wisdom and grace are also things I can only hope to achieve!

Thank you!

Written By Joscelin

Dec. 17, 2018, 2:04 p.m.(3/10/1010 AR)

Having the First Observer involved with the election feels a bit like extra security; while I trust my eyes and ears and hands, knowing there's someone there to make sure I don't slip is reassuring. First Observer Calarian, I hope you know how much you are appreciated.

Written By Jyri

Dec. 17, 2018, 1:04 p.m.(3/10/1010 AR)

I was patrolling, same beat as usual. Got completely lost, didn't remember any of the houses.

Took me a whole hour to get back on track.

This town, I swear, it keeps moving things around when I've got my back turned. Even Onida was confused.

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