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Written By Sabella

Dec. 5, 2016, 10:16 p.m.(4/21/1005 AR)

"Say you'll remember me
Standing in a nice dress, staring at the sunset babe
Red lips and rosy cheeks
Say you'll see me again even if it's just in your wildest dreams (Ah ah)
Wildest dreams (Ah ah)"

I still have my memories, I hope he has his too.

Written By Niamh

Dec. 5, 2016, 7:40 p.m.(4/21/1005 AR)

I have met many people in Arx this past week that I had not known were here in all my years among them. It just goes to show that I need to get out of the Champion's Hall more.

Written By Bethany

Dec. 5, 2016, 6:22 p.m.(4/21/1005 AR)

Dipped into the Murder for the first time in a very long time --

The conversation with the knight errant that I met (one Aleksei Morgan) was very pleasant and light-hearted.

I now have a rain-check for someone that is, quote, good at thrashing people.

Could be useful.

Written By Natalia

Dec. 5, 2016, 6:06 p.m.(4/21/1005 AR)

So it is known now to everyone that I am to be wed. It has perhaps been the worst kept secret anyways.

Written By Alis

Dec. 5, 2016, 9:58 a.m.(4/20/1005 AR)

You are all very welcome, for the delight of hearing Edain say 'Twinkle Court' at the Explorer's Society debut meeting.

Technically, I suppose I should have corrected him, knowing that Twinkle and Twilight could so easily be confused. But, does anyone really blame me for giggling quietly to myself? No, I didn't think so!

Written By Edain

Dec. 5, 2016, 9:47 a.m.(4/20/1005 AR)

So at the Inaugural meeting of the Explorers Society I learned something very important.

I learned that I have been erroneously referring to the Twilight Court of the Nox'alwhosits as the "Twinkle Court" for months and NO ONE has been correcting me!

Written By Natalia

Dec. 5, 2016, 4:53 a.m.(4/19/1005 AR)

I find myself not feeling overly well. It has meant that I am spending more time at Illusions. I'm sure it will pass.

Written By Rymarr

Dec. 5, 2016, 4:27 a.m.(4/19/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Sylvie

Lady Sylvie Zaffira, if the name that Princess Sophie provided was accurate. She came into the Traders Tavern one night to, presumably, avoid the rain. She was soaked, much like a rat fleeing a sinking ship. As a result my cloak was offered to dry herself with. I never got my cloak back.

That was my second favorite cloak.

Which is important, since I only have the two.

Woe be unto the Lyonesse.

Written By Rymarr

Dec. 5, 2016, 4:23 a.m.(4/19/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Bethany

Encountered Bethany Mercier at the Traders Tavern. Declined to use of my cloak to dry herself after seeking shelter from the rain. Offered me a cup of tea. Seems friendly, inquisitive, and largely carefree.

Will likely encounter again, someday.

Written By Rymarr

Dec. 5, 2016, 4:07 a.m.(4/19/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Branan

A poet, it would seem. Polite and understanding as well. He'll go far in his craft I think, because he is personable and easy to address.

Written By Bethany

Dec. 5, 2016, 2:16 a.m.(4/19/1005 AR)

A list of interactions and observations that followed the Mercier Family Supper.

In no particular order:

* The poet was terrible. Then, terribly amusing. I almost felt a twinge of an emotion when it seemed that I embarrassed him - it passed, however, as it was just a shiver due to being caught in the rain.
* Someone that serious is highly suspect. He was looking around the tavern, as if he had lost something - or, someone.

(No assumptions, Bethany. If you want to know you need to have the courage to ask the proper questions.)

* Possibly his cloak. The Lady in the black dress made off with it. She was lovely, nevertheless.
* As was the other Lady. The one that pressed the coins into my hands for the dark-haired gentleman and his pup.
* That other gentleman has a razor in place of his tongue.
* The Guildmaster gave me an unexpected gift which made me smile.

Written By Aislin

Dec. 5, 2016, 1:57 a.m.(4/19/1005 AR)

Gods and spirits, that was more people packed into a single room than I expected to encounter. I suppose you could say the Explorer's Society was a success!

I did my best to spread a bit of useful information around, hopefully seeding a bit more. And Cara's suggestion was a good one, to send people out to see what information they can find here, just to see how well the groups they form can do as a team.

Gods know, we have enough things that need looking into outside of the city. And as much as I'd like to, there's no chance whatsoever I can look into it all myself. So if this can help find a few reliable exploring parties to send out on things, that's all I can hope for.

After all, Orazio's little band certainly proved effective, moreso than I had feared we would. Enough to remind me that adventuring alone isn't *always* the best -- or correct -- choice.

Written By Myrinda

Dec. 5, 2016, 12:06 a.m.(4/18/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Joscelin

Clients can and often are WRONG! You can and SHOULD say no! Even your blind little trader over there tried to think that he knew better, trying to pair gold and purple and light blue with /feathers/. And I said no.

And you know what? I was right to.

You should have as well!

Written By Joscelin

Dec. 5, 2016, 12:02 a.m.(4/18/1005 AR)

Being Called to Jayus isn't just about making and creating. Sometimes it's about receiving the inspiration meant for another and passing it on. This isn't as simple as it sounds. You don't often know what it is you carry until another artisan or peer looks at you, shows you their work and says, "what do you think?" or "can I borrow your eyes?" or "I hate this color. What the bloody hell am I supposed to do with a client's poor taste?"

I can only hope my advice is fruitful and pray I'm forgiven for pairing crimson and maroon and that Myrinda never sees my maker's mark.

Written By Serafine

Dec. 5, 2016, midnight(4/18/1005 AR)

I dreamt I remarried and bore children again. A sad dream, but my babes had green eyes and freckles. I don't think I know anyone who looks like that.

And they were blonde. What on earth would I do with blonde children? Eat them?

Written By Serafine

Dec. 4, 2016, 11:59 p.m.(4/18/1005 AR)

The delegation is in the process of getting underway. I am excited and looking forward to it, and I hope the journey fruitful and perhaps uneventful, at least on the way. I'm in the process of upgrading my armor, I've inquired as to whether or not I will need a horse of if I'm meant to travel by foot.

I pray I'm not meant to jog the whole way. We height-challenged are natural sprinters and wasted on cross-country.

Written By Serafine

Dec. 4, 2016, 11:57 p.m.(4/18/1005 AR)

I had to leave early from the Explorers' society, but what I heard was interesting enough to keep me coming. I wonder if this really is what I was destined for, my wanderlust serving a purpose not just for me, but for my Family, my House, and even the Compact itself. It's an uncomfortable though and will always remain so, but I am hopeful that the Purpose will help put me at ease.

Written By Dafne

Dec. 4, 2016, 11:45 p.m.(4/18/1005 AR)

I have finished it! My first, short novel, about a lonely girl and the haunted mirror. Also three murders, one suicide, two imprisonments, and one incident 'too scandalous to specify outside the Lyceum.'

Next I will have to make it better. And publish.

Written By Branan

Dec. 4, 2016, 11:34 p.m.(4/18/1005 AR)

In traders tavern, raucous and loud,
The nobles did enjoy and consume,
The freemen were not quite bowed,
Yet t’was still not a royals tea room.

The cold spring evening was daft and draft,
The conversation spinning, quite cheerfully so,
Princesses and Lords and makers of craft,
All locked in the verbal riverine rapidical flow.

Discussion of dogs and houses and daring do,
Topics ranging from family to politics sprightly,
Carpenters, sailors skulking, sipping their brew,
While young nobles pranced about so knightly.

Written By Julea

Dec. 4, 2016, 11:23 p.m.(4/18/1005 AR)

Another day, another opportunity to put my foot in my mouth. I don't know how I am going to survive the week, let alone the summer here.

In my head, it all worked out so well, so much better than the reality. I played it out over and over on the cold nights travelling here. How I'd set up my own little shop, supply lots of dignified people with weapons, mass a fortune, and send it home to pa so he can retire and live a comfortable life. But life just doesn't quite work out like that.


I should meet up with Joscelin Arterius, perhaps she can offer some much needed sagely advice to this inept traveller.

Julea
18th of April 1005.

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