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Written By Delilah

Feb. 19, 2019, 9:41 a.m.(8/8/1010 AR)

Relationship Note on Evonleigh

I sit here as dawn cavorts
Among the blossoms,
The lamplights above winking out
Day's perfume on the air.
I think of maps,
The shape of distant shores
Where we journey is unknown,
Courting a
Mystery, an antidote to standing still.
Beginnings are an exhilarating communion.
We walk these paths,
Tracing one another's steps
In a dance.
I embrace today with open arms
Direction found in
Your golden confidence and light.
The first step from a place
Familiar and unknown,
I will carry your light with me
Today beckons.

Written By Miranda

Feb. 19, 2019, 9:29 a.m.(8/7/1010 AR)

Relationship Note on Monique

Most intriguing and unique of poems!

You make us laugh and think!

It might be horrible (it kinda was)

But it's entertaining!

Written By Evonleigh

Feb. 19, 2019, 2:32 a.m.(8/7/1010 AR)

Relationship Note on Delilah

See, you are not as cursed as you thought!

In all seriousness, dear sister, I wish you all of the best to you and your new betrothed. May you find happiness in this new chapter of your life and all it entails. You will make a lovely duchess.

Written By Sparte

Feb. 19, 2019, 12:16 a.m.(8/7/1010 AR)

I've just tested the new buckler design. They're lightweight, a good blend of wood and steel, and didn't mess up my staffwork too terribly much. It'll take practice to get used to fighting with one on my arm, but I'm sure it can be managed. The Iron Pike should benefit greatly from these.

Written By Jennyva

Feb. 19, 2019, midnight(8/7/1010 AR)

Relationship Note on Gunther

I think I'm falling in love with this Sally a little more and more each day!

Written By Joscelin

Feb. 18, 2019, 11:50 p.m.(8/7/1010 AR)

Relationship Note on Victus

Was it a monster made entirely of black, human hair?

Written By Helle

Feb. 18, 2019, 10:55 p.m.(8/7/1010 AR)

I sculpted the Lover today. How the sea adores him, rushes up to cradled him with her gentle waves. I am envious of it. Would that something would take care of me so. We spoke of many things. He thinks I'm crazy. I think I'm crazy. Still, I pursue the dreams. Those ships. That man. The blade. The artist, the fire and the forest. I pursue them all.

Written By Acantha

Feb. 18, 2019, 10:29 p.m.(8/7/1010 AR)

Princess Helena held a poetry reading tonight and it was delightful. I hope to have something prepared for the readings when they next roll around.

Written By Monique

Feb. 18, 2019, 10:07 p.m.(8/7/1010 AR)

Yes, I did happen to recite another godsawful poem at Princess Helena's event, and why yes, I shall record it here for posterity.


You can be so reckless with your heart
but it's not made of steelsilk
It's actually made of blood and gore
I don't think I should be able to see your heart
but then again, I am no healer
so maybe I should just stick to poetry

My dearest, farewell. Can't you see,
this ill-fated affair was doomed from the start.
My people are human;
Your people are human.
It could never have worked.

Recall me fondly;
shed a tear for me
and two
for a world that could wrack us with such anguish
all for the simple crime of removing your heart
with my blade.


(most certainly not inspired by personal experience)

Written By Miranda

Feb. 18, 2019, 9:16 p.m.(8/6/1010 AR)

The touch of fingers across my cheek
upon my neck a breath of air
a look into eyes so deep
into my ears your voice so fair.

Passion is not our problem
Fighting, laughing, kissing, sighing.
And upon the ocean,
we go flying.

Now, the sounds of you
are whispers on the breeze
sent to me on the salty air
a gift to me from you and the seas.

Written By Joscelin

Feb. 18, 2019, 8:08 p.m.(8/6/1010 AR)

She sat on a throne of bones, eyes hollow, severe, so severe. No color in her cheeks, the edges pale, sharp, hair drifting about her head like seaweed.

She wore a crown of gems, tiny and cut to shimmer, meant to catch the light, winking now with the pressure of current. Across her throat hung diamonds, diamonds of growing size in rows of golden chains from clavicle to sternum. They were meant to catch the light as well, flexing with brilliance with every breath.

But she did not breathe.

No, she glared, her life was in her rage, she stared with ferocity and she raised one hand, heavy and leaden, from the armrest of her pale throne.


I haven't dreamed of her in months, and suddenly I see her face everywhere. Most of my dreams are idyllic, reassuring, mostly made of memory. But sometimes, they are wreathed in my fears, my nightmares, -her- nightmares.

I know the difference though; lesson learned. No more moldy-cheese before bedtime.

Written By Josephine

Feb. 18, 2019, 5:25 p.m.(8/6/1010 AR)

There is a profound sense of joy in seeing two people in love. Not lust, love. In it's varying forms. Standing in front of my cases and pouring over this and that. Then the one surprises the other, and then the other surprises the other and the next you know, you're ordering them to go walk across the judgement green like two birds in love and make the young things jealous with what they see.

IT makes me miss Pieter. And his armor at the dinner table.

Written By Bliss

Feb. 18, 2019, 2:33 p.m.(8/6/1010 AR)

I'm restless lately - feeling trapped in Arx. I know there are big trips coming up, but none of them in particular felt like my place. I know I will find my way out again and into the world soon enough, of course, but my feet begin to itch so quickly whenever I get back. Nonetheless, I am happy when I get the chance to pour that excellence into my work. The compliments are lovely, and I deeply appreciate all of them - I was so happy to be able to deliver to Prince Lorenzo and Princess Gwenna the vision they had as a reality.

I am proud of our two newest apprentice Whispers, as well, which I am utterly thrilled about - both already having proven their own merit. Even in these times of turmoil, beauty and grace are things which we will continue to honor and support, and those who bring them to the world have a place within Whisper House.

Written By Ysbail

Feb. 18, 2019, 3:34 a.m.(8/5/1010 AR)

Lady Valencia's Sip and Spar is always a lovely event.

Written By Gunther

Feb. 18, 2019, 2:04 a.m.(8/5/1010 AR)

My Sally Girl,

I miss you so. I wanted to tell you whats somethin' I figured out. Since I have been work'n and teachin' I've been earnin' a little scratch. And I'm puttin' in a bank. I ain't spendin' it none. Save for vittles and my job puts me up with a roof. Ain't no leaks neither.

But as I was saying I figured out what to do with the money. So this here girl serves as my will onna account I like the idea of tellin' you an makin' it official at the same time.

I Gunther Crownsworn, do hereby so and so swears... upon My love of my Sally. And the Gods. Thems that's proper. Not the other ones. Or them that's any number higher than the current number we got. Hard enough to remember all their names now. This is my will and last testaments.

I sets aside enough to have a statue commissioned. One of my Sally. Ain't gotta be all special none. Just give it hips whats wide as an apple cart. And a smile of kindness what would brighten' any room. And a little plaque that say. "Sally." That's it. Ain't nothin' else. Use the money for vittles for them little ones. If its a lot of coin then make sure to do right by them.

All my coins is to go to the local orphanage what's leftover. Should be a lot.

Everything I ever earn outside of my eatin' and sleepin' place I do swear from this day onward is for them that ain't startin' in the world with nothin'. Like me an' my Sally. I doin' this onna account I want them to know the kinda love I knew. I ain't got no need for coins. I knew what happiness was. I was one of the lucky ones.

Hereby sworn and such...

Gunther Crownsworn

P.S. I love you Sally
Gunther

Written By Fortunato

Feb. 18, 2019, 12:22 a.m.(8/5/1010 AR)

It is a time for change. A time for speech. A time for graces. How strange, how strange.

Written By Fatima

Feb. 17, 2019, 11:59 p.m.(8/5/1010 AR)

Relationship Note on Belladonna

All the warmest congratulations for the completion of your great wonder the titaness. I felt blessed to see her, towering above us, the last of the scaffolds being disassembled, as we prepared to sail our fleet back from your waters, and I imagine generations onward will feel her presence as they approach Setarco.

Written By Salvatore

Feb. 17, 2019, 11:59 p.m.(8/5/1010 AR)

I'm still not used to speaking about the nightmares. But it at least sometimes people have interesting suggestions for new directions to pursue. In the end I'm still not sure what I can do. But it's a reminder that there are so very many different threats to look into. It's been suggested perhaps I should improve my ability to look into things but... I'd still prefer to leave that to others. But it couldn't hurt to learn a bit more.

Written By Cadern

Feb. 17, 2019, 11:58 p.m.(8/5/1010 AR)

Another productive week of pursuing the Nefer'Khat. It seems I've overlooked some clues so that will be good to catch up. It's a good reminder that the best thing to do is discuss with different people for different insights. That being said it seems more and more things are going to come to a cross. I'm considering it might be good to hire more bodyguards in particular for looking into less... savory investigations. But I don't know if I truly have the time for another. Still good progress on both druids and on the Nefer'khat and that makes for an interesting week. Though unfortunately it seems the research on blades must still wait longer... He's really going to be more of a pain because of it I'm sure.

Written By Victus

Feb. 17, 2019, 11:45 p.m.(8/5/1010 AR)

In my dreams, I see Metallics. I see dragons. I see Cardians. And I see something else, something that I don't know should be there.

What a peculiar time to be thinking so deeply into the past.

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