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Written By Melinda

June 15, 2017, 10:46 p.m.(8/27/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Ford

I met the intriguing Marquis Ford Kennex to arrange for trade between Kennex and Grimhall, now I have so much silk I do not know what to do with it. Are there any familys out there looking for bulk silk? It will be marked up slightly due to expenses.

Written By Melinda

June 15, 2017, 10:44 p.m.(8/27/1006 AR)

Today it is almost a Week since I first Arrived into the town, I am finding good friends and lots of interesting people. So many new Ladies to talk to and compare hats with. I can not wait for mine to be ready! Soon I will have my silks and then we will have a grand party, I promise.

Written By Charlaine

June 15, 2017, 10:30 p.m.(8/27/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Estaban

I am looking forward to the Dance tomorrow, I hope my partner will enjoy it.

Written By Turo

June 15, 2017, 9:40 p.m.(8/27/1006 AR)

I just learned more than I never wanted to.

Feel like I'm going to be drinking heavily for the next couple of days.

Written By Eirene

June 15, 2017, 6:16 p.m.(8/27/1006 AR)

Where the fuck are you when I could use your help, you Fidante son of a bitch. I hope you're dead else I will have to find you and kick your ass.

This is as close as I get to saying I miss someone. Too many dead Fidantes...

Written By Aiden

June 15, 2017, 6:09 p.m.(8/27/1006 AR)

I have to keep myself busy...

... in spite of all the sad news, the Menagerie has a new exhibit.

Princess Marian Valardin sponsored the Monarch Stag and Doe exhibit in the ungulate fields.
The deer have been moved over and are already enjoying their new pastures. You'll have to come see for yourself. Thank you Princess Marian for your sponsorship!

The Menagerie Masquerade is soon upon us and while I would wish to postpone it for the circumstances of more grief and loss, it's what the city needs right now. The city needs a night where people can come together, dance, and have a good time. We may mourn and grieve, but we cannot let the shadows win nor prevent us from those things in life we get enjoyment out of.

Let us dance for those who cannot.

Written By Margot

June 15, 2017, 5:42 p.m.(8/27/1006 AR)

The traitor is dead. The old man is dead.
Their shadows linger still and who knows what hides within them.

Written By Carita

June 15, 2017, 3:23 p.m.(8/27/1006 AR)

And on this day 8/27/1006 AR. Black Mountain shutters its doors.

Written By Ann

June 15, 2017, 2:34 p.m.(8/27/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Rymarr

He probably won't read this. He doesn't strike me as the type to indulge in gossip. Either way, can I just say...

... no. No, I can't. Wouldn't be appropriate. I promised I wouldn't. And he's a little terrifying.

Written By Nicia

June 15, 2017, 1:35 p.m.(8/26/1006 AR)

I liked the was quiet, and usually had some of the best bottles of things to drink in it. I suppose that I will like it again after a while, but I keep catching myself avoiding it, not looking towards the door, and certainly not walking into the room. Not even to see what might have gotten destroyed and is missing.

I wasn't there for the incident. Not that my presence would have been any help beyond being in the way, but yet there is one very, very small part of me that feels guilty I wasn't there. Emotions are such illogical things.

Written By Lianne

June 15, 2017, 1:07 p.m.(8/26/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Duarte

Everyone dies. Everything eventually comes to its end.

You will be an exception to this rule until I give you leave to do otherwise.

Written By Joslyn

June 15, 2017, 12:55 p.m.(8/26/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Narciso

You were certainly different, and an honorable death, worthy of any song. I'm sure you would have loved to hear it.

As promised, I will continue in my journey, and make my own life something worthy of song.

Written By Lianne

June 15, 2017, 12:43 p.m.(8/26/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Juliana

We are, like all that blood we were swimming in, vital.

I am grateful to have had you and your siblings there, for the grousing, the stories, the joy.

However, I cannot guarantee such grace and gratitude should your older brother's next visit require yet more blood being scrubbed from floor and furniture. Invite him over for drinks, dinner, something normal families do. Just a little reprieve from all the stitching, then we can go back to bloodshed and woe.

Written By Tobias

June 15, 2017, 12:40 p.m.(8/26/1006 AR)

Well, that was certainly an interesting fight. Some burns, some slashes, but not a single Crimson Blade dead.

I really hope the next Inquisition contract doesn't involve sudden storms, though.

Written By Eirene

June 15, 2017, 12:05 p.m.(8/26/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Narciso

Narciso -
When some madman walks into my hospital looking for imaginary people, my first reaction is to call for Doctor Ira's orderlies to cart him off to the home for the mentally not-all-here.

When said madman claims to be with the House of Questions, I give him a 'what the fuck' look and tell him to get a real Inquisitor to come back and verify that.

But when he started to sing and bring peace to my patients... I forgive him his madness.

And he's related to Blacktongue by all accounts which explains MUCH.

Now he's dead. Died honorably fighting the foes of the Compact, King, and all humanity.

I will eat a fucking green hat in his honor at his funeral.

Written By Juliana

June 15, 2017, 10:43 a.m.(8/26/1006 AR)

Reasons I know I am Pravus:

After having our home under attack we clean, we drink, we move on only to have beloved members of the house and family deposited in the sitting room. While treating burns I recount a story of a young man tearing my dress in his rush to take liberties. And there was laughter.

We can still laugh. I will not even consider more loss. You are going no where, Pigtail Puller.

... I wonder if I should send Oseras Artiglio a warning that Abbas might be coming for him?

No. I still miss that dress.

Written By Ilvin

June 15, 2017, 10:34 a.m.(8/26/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Narciso

A lovely night of companionship and theological discussion with a good friend ended on a truly sad and terrible note- news of the attack, the storm, and worst of all, the loss of Narciso.

There are those who would think that as Archlector of Limerance, no one could ever teach _me_ something new about Limerance, the gods, and love.

And yet, his madness revealed new truths to me about all of them, every time we met. You will be missed, and you will be mourned, my friend. The world is darker for your loss, yet your example and your sacrifice will be a spark for the light of our people to push back against the dark.

Farewell, my friend.

Written By Khanne

June 15, 2017, 8:51 a.m.(8/26/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Narciso

I only met this man once. I wasn't sure what he was doing on that trip to the Gray Forest. He didn't seem to care for agriculture at all. He didn't seem to care that we were trying to be quiet either. I might have snapped at him, as politely as possible, when I was trying to listen for signs, clues, and all I could hear was him.... Some have called him a mad man, and yes, I can see why, but he was also intelligent and exceptionally creative.

Later in that trip, when we were running as fast as we could towards safety, the very thing that annoyed me greatly, became the very thing that likely saved our lives. It made me wonder if perhaps even the initial annoyance of noise had some sort of purpose other than grating on my nerves. At the close of the trip, I had found myself instead of wanting to glare at him, wanting to meet him again, in different circumstances, so that maybe I could better know the man, and his thought process. Now, I will never have that chance....

Narciso, I am sorry you left us so soon. Thank you for what you did for us in the Gray Forest. Thank you for all those you helped. May the Spirits and Gods bless you during your stay in Elysia. You will not be forgotten.

Written By Leona

June 15, 2017, 8:48 a.m.(8/26/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Luca

I first saw him when he pranced onto a battlefield, nimbly stepping around the bodies of fallen defenders of Arx, and pouted because the enemies were dead and he didn't get to play with his sword. I had business to handle, so I dealt with that, only to see him telling the father of one of the fallen that everything would be okay. Without respect for the sacrifice of the fallen, nor respect for the grief of those left behind, he is the chaff of the city. I'll hope for a strong breeze soon.

Children should not be allowed on the battlefield.

Written By Leona

June 15, 2017, 8:35 a.m.(8/26/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Reese

She came running to the danger when the danger presented itself. This is good. She is married to a self-involved pile of garbage. That's a shame. Hopefully she's finding satisfaction elsewhere.

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