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Written By Leona

Dec. 9, 2016, 1:01 p.m.(5/4/1005 AR)

It is possible to find the whole of one's family detestable with the exception of one or two members of it. No, it was not a question.

As for my opinion on the current subject of talk that has been circulating around the City -

- if you want to hear it, ask me.

Otherwise, I have a job to do.

Written By Valkieri

Dec. 9, 2016, 11:42 a.m.(5/4/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Dawn


After an -- oddly eventful interview with the lady regent for the Minister of War position -- which was given to Marquis Igniseri, but with an offer to the council extended to me -- I stayed behind for a minute.

Because I had a letter from Dawn when I woke up in the Queensrest Inn with no memory of having written her or how I got there.

She allowed me to read the letter I had sent her. The letter in which I drunkenly scribbled about being haunted by my brother and allowing myself to be ejected from my own home.

Oh, and that I'm in love with her. Yes, that is just...fantastic.

I wish she would not clasp my hand like that while telling me with exquisitely painful kindness that I should not regret my feelings.

I wish she would never stop clasping my hand.

*released black journal as stipulated by the will of the deceased*

Written By Maeve

Dec. 9, 2016, 11:33 a.m.(5/4/1005 AR)

I don't know much about thralls and slaves. Sounds like a city problem.

I will say y'all need trees. You wouldn't be so upset if'n ya just shut up and hugged a tree. So everyone shut up and hug trees.

Written By Aleksei

Dec. 9, 2016, 11:15 a.m.(5/4/1005 AR)

Benjy's hired me for some adventuring. He promised decomposing corpses. I asked if maybe there might be treasure /underneath/ the corpses, but he was all, 'Who knows, duckie! It's good to know things.' Ah well. Hopefully I get to stab things.

Written By Valkieri

Dec. 9, 2016, 11:12 a.m.(5/4/1005 AR)

I hardly know where to begin.

I am being haunted. My brother sends letters to me. He appears in the corners of my eyes. He stokes the fireplace and then snuffs it entirely.

He is sorry. He is so very, very sorry, and all I can feel within me is a burning, twisting rage at him. At his stupidity. At his recklessness. He made a deal with a mirrorborn, and now we are all left to pick up his pieces.

I feel as if I'm on a precipice -- or perhaps I fell into it last night. Everything inside of me is raw and exposed.

I broke. My brother is breaking me. If he were here, I would put my hands around his neck and squeeze. I hate him.

I miss him so much.

*released black journal as stipulated by the will of the deceased*

Written By Julea

Dec. 9, 2016, 6:09 a.m.(5/3/1005 AR)

Spent much of the day on my bed working on and refining sketches for something for the Swan, it is to be a gift. And as it is potentially to be my first piece forged in Arx, I want it to be a fair representation of my work. Something that will garner more as others see it and will seek me out for orders.

And once that design was complete, I began work on a more traditional single-handed sword with a short guard. The sort of sword that is light and fast, easily wielded even by those without a lot of muscle. And the sort typically used by the Redrain up north. I have someone in mind for this too.

Though I wonder if it is enough. If I need to embellish my work more in Arx. Add in gems and other such adornments so that Nobles can show off. And perhaps I need to more closely examine other blade styles. Attend some training sessions, watch the artistry in their movements, the different stances and methods. Maybe make some training swords and parrying daggers.

My arm pains me today, and I'm not sure if it the change in weather, or the lack of time spent in the forge.


3rd of May, 1005.

Written By Agnarr

Dec. 9, 2016, 4:21 a.m.(5/3/1005 AR)

What makes a grotto so special? Is it some holy place, like a shrine up in the North?

Written By Aksel

Dec. 9, 2016, 3:42 a.m.(5/3/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Sigurd

Solid man. Good man. Hope to know him better. And apparently the man can drink better than he appears.

But get your own room, man, seriously.

Written By Aksel

Dec. 9, 2016, 3:41 a.m.(5/3/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Serafine

First she beats me in a couple of spars. Next she drinks a bunch of us under the table.

I'd say more, but damnit, my head hurts.

It's not right, it's not right I tell you.

Written By Serafine

Dec. 9, 2016, 3:06 a.m.(5/3/1005 AR)

Twelve shots of moonshine,

Eleven wobbly chairs,

Ten orgy references,

Nine tripping boots,

Eight different servers,

Seven empty shotglasses,

Six stumbled tables,

Five. Threats. To. Leave.

Four howling men,

Three Nightgolds,

Two noblewomen,

and a white-haired gentleman scholar.

Written By Sigurd

Dec. 9, 2016, 2:58 a.m.(5/3/1005 AR)

Gaaaahh, tha'..Tha' fucking woman! That fucking sexy...badass woman! Who is she to fuckin'..Fuckin'...Drink me under the...

Wha? Oh..Serafine. that fucking woman she...She cheated! She fucking cheated, only reason she one the game...At least I outlasted the other..I'll fucking show her...

Written By Serafine

Dec. 9, 2016, 2:44 a.m.(5/3/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Valencia

All of these cousins are grown and beautiful and wonderful!

And I was the best bad influence on all of them!

Dammit, when did being a Velenosan get to be so -fantastic-?

Valencia is beautiful, well-mannered, poised, eloquent, and she drinks groan fuckin' Redrains under the table.

I am so damn proud.

Written By Bethany

Dec. 9, 2016, 1:29 a.m.(5/2/1005 AR)

( I hope that there was Mercier wine at this orgy.

- not tea - oh dear - the complications involved with hot beverages and -

It would have been a perfect time to advertise. )

Written By Eirene

Dec. 9, 2016, 1:18 a.m.(5/2/1005 AR)

All this city babble about thralls and all I can think of is what a shitstorm I am of a person.

I've seen trauma like this usually after a first battle or a huge one where someone is the only survivor of their unit. Out of control drinking, uncharacteristic behavior, a need to make personal intimate connections...

It also occurred when those traumatic situations are somehow relived or recounted in great detail.

Physician heal thy fucking self already. You're better than this.

Written By Damon

Dec. 9, 2016, 1:10 a.m.(5/2/1005 AR)

Reading through some of the journal entries of my friends has brought me to see that there was an orgy. AN ORGY. Here in Arx, can you believe that?

I am wholly, and utterly, offended...

That I didn't even get invited. I would have declined obviously, but it's the principle of the thing.

Written By Serafine

Dec. 8, 2016, 11:35 p.m.(5/2/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Kima

There was a very complicate set of underwear that I do believe you were wearing at the 'event' the other night. You did favor pearls, as I recall?

Should you like it back, I told the hostess to put them in my keeping. You ran off with those red-haired triplets and I haven't seen you since.

NO, Scholar, they weren't really triplets but they did appear to be of a similar height, weight, shape, and class.

Written By Silas

Dec. 8, 2016, 11:27 p.m.(5/2/1005 AR)

Well since everyone is doing it, here's Silas's thoughts re: thralldom. Don't worry, it's not long and my opinion is not one which truly matters.

But it nevertheless exists.

Thralldom is deplorable. I do not believe them being criminals somehow makes another injustice right or permissible; it is merely an excuse. I'm doubtful that every person turned into a thrall is an irredeemable monster and I can so easily see how such a system can be abused for selfish gain than any genuine attempt to correct misbehavior. There are degrees and situations are complex: I do not believe a pickpocket deserves a life of abject poverty with no opportunity of ever pulling themselves out of it. And the truly monstrous? Better off hanging them than giving them the opportunity to harm again.

But the perpetuation of thralldom hasn't continued at the bidding of just a few highborn malefactors of great wealth, but the also at the behest of the callousness of those who observe it and do nothing. I believe the change must come from within for it to mean anything substantial.

But there is some merit in at least talking about it and for that Samantha deserves some credit for her small act of bravery.

Written By Serafine

Dec. 8, 2016, 11:25 p.m.(5/2/1005 AR)

So I will warn you, the orgy I attended last night involved oil. A lot of oil. And it was everywhere. I almost slipped no less than five times and oil on marble floors is a sure way to hurt yourself.

Thankfully, I wasn't on my feet long enough to worry about it but a few creative, acrobatic nobles weren't so lucky.

That being said, I was quite tired afterwards. It was a long weekend. I figured if I'm going on this trip and might possibly die, I was going to cross a few things from the 'Book of Lycene' life-wish list I have.

(this is me -not- using the word 'twins')

Don't look at me like that, scholar. I am Lycene, after all. Why do you think the Shav'arvani took to me so well? I could do things with my tongue that-

[the rest of the page, the handwriting is wobbly, difficult to decipher]

Written By Juliet

Dec. 8, 2016, 10:54 p.m.(5/2/1005 AR)

"Sultry Rose".

I'm flattered.

I've enjoyed it alongside conversations of quiet and intimate sorts, where the nature of relationships and even society or the soul has been discussed.

I shall ensure that there is always a plentiful stock available in our house.

I do so adore the Merciers and their clever ways.

Written By Bethany

Dec. 8, 2016, 10:24 p.m.(5/2/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Lazarus

I love my brother from the depths of my heart; I do.

I can even put myself in his position and understand his reaction for the slight that he feels like (a careful omission, here) caused.

However, I am now overly fretful.

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