Written By Victus
May 21, 2018, 9:46 p.m.(10/14/1008 AR)
Why does pregnancy drive people to eat so much weird shit?
Written By Gwenna
May 21, 2018, 9:44 p.m.(10/14/1008 AR)
Cuddle puddle is the most adorable phrase I have heard since coming to Arx!
Written By Luca
May 21, 2018, 9:33 p.m.(10/14/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Caith
THEY'RE MY CHILDREN.
Just track down Alarissa and cuddle puddle with Honey Snuggle.
Just track down Alarissa and cuddle puddle with Honey Snuggle.
Written By Aiden
May 21, 2018, 9:23 p.m.(10/14/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Estaban
October 11th and 12th, my friend, you have two beautiful children. It should have been you that lifted up your daughter and your son with pride and joy in your eyes, but it had been me, as you asked me to. I admit life has been awfully busy of late, preparing for my own wedding, yet, I would not forget my promise to look after them. Your wife invited me along and I could not keep myself from going, which is why I've been away from Arx - a little unexpectedly I do say. I hope my betrothed doesn't think I had cold feet and slipped away!
Ahh Estaban, if only we could talk as we used to. I'd tell you that your daughter has your eyes and your son, has your damned good looks and I can tell he'll have that same mischievous smirk. He's already got the nursemaids wrapped around his little finger. Lucita picked good names for them too. Your daughter carries your name and your son, well, we both know that Killian was our friends. I'm sure he's smiling up there with you. As for the second name for your son, I'm very touched by the request you made of your wife to name him what you did.
They're so messy! Estie spit up on me already, you know that? That spit up should have been reserved for you, my dearest friend. Still, where ever you are now, I'll stand by them and teach them what their father knew and what he loved. I am not the best sailor, but you taught me enough to teach them. At the very least, I hope to provide them with fabulous stories of who their father was and I hope beyond hope, they will grow to have the strength of heart that you did.
But, I best get back to Arx, right? I have a wedding to catch and... I think it's my own!
Ahh Estaban, if only we could talk as we used to. I'd tell you that your daughter has your eyes and your son, has your damned good looks and I can tell he'll have that same mischievous smirk. He's already got the nursemaids wrapped around his little finger. Lucita picked good names for them too. Your daughter carries your name and your son, well, we both know that Killian was our friends. I'm sure he's smiling up there with you. As for the second name for your son, I'm very touched by the request you made of your wife to name him what you did.
They're so messy! Estie spit up on me already, you know that? That spit up should have been reserved for you, my dearest friend. Still, where ever you are now, I'll stand by them and teach them what their father knew and what he loved. I am not the best sailor, but you taught me enough to teach them. At the very least, I hope to provide them with fabulous stories of who their father was and I hope beyond hope, they will grow to have the strength of heart that you did.
But, I best get back to Arx, right? I have a wedding to catch and... I think it's my own!
Written By Lucita
May 21, 2018, 9:10 p.m.(10/14/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Bliss
I don't know about chewable tea but twins run in my family and Estaban's both. 3 sets of Igniseri twins in my generation alone and his sister has a set now. Strong teas for the foreseeable future is certainly an option. Birthing is no picnic.
Written By Natalia
May 21, 2018, 8:48 p.m.(10/14/1008 AR)
I no longer maintain a residence of my own, having moved in to Whisper House.
It was this or hire a bodyguard. I am going to be getting a wonderful dog that will serve well for protection, but I still have to worry about between now and then.
I feel safer already.
It was this or hire a bodyguard. I am going to be getting a wonderful dog that will serve well for protection, but I still have to worry about between now and then.
I feel safer already.
Written By Lucita
May 21, 2018, 8:44 p.m.(10/14/1008 AR)
It is good to be home again.
Written By Lucita
May 21, 2018, 8:44 p.m.(10/14/1008 AR)
I think Lord Wash must have set a record sailing to Saikland, shaving days off the trip. The winds were brisk and in his favor the whole way. Once there we settled into the Saik family home, Lady Lethe Tyde, my friend who is a midwife, accompanied me as did Auntie Eirene Malvici and Prince Aiden Grayson, Estaban's best friend. Estaban's two sisters, neither willing to step into his place as Baron, entertained us well, saw to our comfort and showed our guests some of the Saikland sites while I rested. We all shared good food and company. My sisters-in-law were busy with their own various interests and training but are also finally settling into helping with a few of the things that are felt will help Saikland improve at a slow, steady rate so progress is sustainable. It is good to see them look beyond the contentment of 'status quo' and toward the future.
About mid-afternoon our first day there, I went into labor. Don't think ever worked so hard in my life, or hurt so much. Just minutes before midnight October 11, Lady Lethe and Lady Eirene helped deliver Lady Estie Saik, Estaban's first-born and heir. Shortly after midnight on October 12 Estie's brother, Lord Kyllan Tommen Saik, arrived. They are so small and trusting and neither likes to be where they can not touch or feel the other, whimpering and crying till they are together. Already they show spirit and an eagerness for life. Estie has her father's dark brown hair and bright blue eyes, tan skin, Kyllan has my curly black hair and that shade of eyes that we think will become amber, like mine.
About mid-afternoon our first day there, I went into labor. Don't think ever worked so hard in my life, or hurt so much. Just minutes before midnight October 11, Lady Lethe and Lady Eirene helped deliver Lady Estie Saik, Estaban's first-born and heir. Shortly after midnight on October 12 Estie's brother, Lord Kyllan Tommen Saik, arrived. They are so small and trusting and neither likes to be where they can not touch or feel the other, whimpering and crying till they are together. Already they show spirit and an eagerness for life. Estie has her father's dark brown hair and bright blue eyes, tan skin, Kyllan has my curly black hair and that shade of eyes that we think will become amber, like mine.
Written By Percephon
May 21, 2018, 8:41 p.m.(10/14/1008 AR)
I know many very smart people. It seems that, at times, even the most learn'ed can do utterly idiotic things. Be aware -- always -- of what you commit to these Journals.
Written By Bliss
May 21, 2018, 8:34 p.m.(10/14/1008 AR)
I have made a habit recently: Every time twins are announced, I have been making my tea slightly stronger.
I am damn near chewing it, at this point.
What happened while I was sick last winter? What were you people doing?
Besides the obvious, of course. I need no instruction on the mechanics of the act.
I am damn near chewing it, at this point.
What happened while I was sick last winter? What were you people doing?
Besides the obvious, of course. I need no instruction on the mechanics of the act.
Written By Edward
May 21, 2018, 8:33 p.m.(10/14/1008 AR)
I want bacon-wrapped seasoned asparagus spears. You know who you are, it is your fault I desire this.
Written By Karadoc
May 21, 2018, 8:33 p.m.(10/14/1008 AR)
There's so much weird stuff going on in these Whites lately. I occasionally ask Coral (former thrall - new assistant - an utter peach if you can manage her dour sensibilities and unwavering etiquette) to ask about the most interesting ones. Lately it's been about suns and moons and lucky stars and weird songs about burning cities. What gives, right? SO SERIOUS. Honestly. Let's talk about the important shit - shall we? LUCI (err, Baroness-Regent Saik) gave birth to my new cousins. THAT'S NEWS. Honestly, it's good for their well-being that she assigned Marcos to function as regent to protect them if need be -- he's a MUCH better choice than me.
From now until I see these sprogs, drop by the Tower, and I'll give anyone a drink of Saikland Greens whiskey.
From now until I see these sprogs, drop by the Tower, and I'll give anyone a drink of Saikland Greens whiskey.
Written By Cybele
May 21, 2018, 8:09 p.m.(10/14/1008 AR)
I do not read as many journals as I should, but I have been told that there are many comments being made, now. That my tribe is mentioned. Their ties to the Rex'alfar. So I will tell, abbreviated, the story of my tribe. Who they are. What I know of them today.
The Children of the Sun and the Moon say they followed the White People - the Rex'alfar - from the far south into the Everwinter. They were as gods to us, distant, appearing maybe once a generation to pass some edict and then withdrawing. Occasionally, they would show benevolence to us or others - save a tribe from starvation. Prevent a war. But most, they were myths, like the human-eating snow shadows, or the tales of a mad mage.
A few years back, a messenger was sent. It was the first we had heard from them in generations, first in living memory. I was chosen to treat with them, and it was an honour.
I went further north, far beyond the lands even my tribe travels to. I went to a Tower made of Ice, and I met the White People, who were tall and beautiful.
And there, I saw the Pale Man, Tolamar Brand. And I saw what he truly was - a hole in the world. A void. And I fled, panicked. I fled as far south as I could go. I was captured by Halfshav. I bent the knee. I went further south still, to Arx, and spoke to those who would listen about what I had seen. I helped, as I could, I learned many things.
Tolamar Brand and his army of Silence was defeated. I am thankful for that.
I learned of gods that I now cherish and people that I consider my friends and family.
And I worried for my tribe - had they been consumed by Tolamar Brand's Crusade? Were they still alive? Were they slaves of the White People?
Then Cleo came, and told me my tribe had hid, for fear that I had not returned. That my tribe is alive and well, and doing as they have always done; keep the Everwinter and their places. Treat with those who would treat with them, and war with those that would war with them. But overall, they are so distant that only Halfshav scouts tend to treat with them with anything approaching regularity.
If they wish to bend the knee, they will bend the knee. If they wish to stay Abandoned, they will stay abandoned. I am Prodigal now. To have contact with enemies of the Compact is against the law. I am grateful Cleo arrived and let me know those who were once my family are still their own.
Believe my words, or not. Cleo is a gift to me, as Mother Mercy Princess Sister Sophie Valardin once declared me a gift to her from Lagoma. Cleo has given me the peace I needed to keep moving, growing, changing.
Cleo is my gift from Lagoma, and I am grateful for her.
The Children of the Sun and the Moon say they followed the White People - the Rex'alfar - from the far south into the Everwinter. They were as gods to us, distant, appearing maybe once a generation to pass some edict and then withdrawing. Occasionally, they would show benevolence to us or others - save a tribe from starvation. Prevent a war. But most, they were myths, like the human-eating snow shadows, or the tales of a mad mage.
A few years back, a messenger was sent. It was the first we had heard from them in generations, first in living memory. I was chosen to treat with them, and it was an honour.
I went further north, far beyond the lands even my tribe travels to. I went to a Tower made of Ice, and I met the White People, who were tall and beautiful.
And there, I saw the Pale Man, Tolamar Brand. And I saw what he truly was - a hole in the world. A void. And I fled, panicked. I fled as far south as I could go. I was captured by Halfshav. I bent the knee. I went further south still, to Arx, and spoke to those who would listen about what I had seen. I helped, as I could, I learned many things.
Tolamar Brand and his army of Silence was defeated. I am thankful for that.
I learned of gods that I now cherish and people that I consider my friends and family.
And I worried for my tribe - had they been consumed by Tolamar Brand's Crusade? Were they still alive? Were they slaves of the White People?
Then Cleo came, and told me my tribe had hid, for fear that I had not returned. That my tribe is alive and well, and doing as they have always done; keep the Everwinter and their places. Treat with those who would treat with them, and war with those that would war with them. But overall, they are so distant that only Halfshav scouts tend to treat with them with anything approaching regularity.
If they wish to bend the knee, they will bend the knee. If they wish to stay Abandoned, they will stay abandoned. I am Prodigal now. To have contact with enemies of the Compact is against the law. I am grateful Cleo arrived and let me know those who were once my family are still their own.
Believe my words, or not. Cleo is a gift to me, as Mother Mercy Princess Sister Sophie Valardin once declared me a gift to her from Lagoma. Cleo has given me the peace I needed to keep moving, growing, changing.
Cleo is my gift from Lagoma, and I am grateful for her.
Written By Vanora
May 21, 2018, 7:22 p.m.(10/14/1008 AR)
I'm not falling behind or running late
I'm not standing still
I am lying in wait
I'm not standing still
I am lying in wait
Written By Elara
May 21, 2018, 7:20 p.m.(10/14/1008 AR)
There is an old song that I think I shall share given the run of the whites lately. It is a song that should not be forgotten, even though I know not who wrote it originally.
"Greatest city in all the world, Caer'alfar, shone with all its might,
The Rex'alfar did rule there, and ignored the coming night,
Stirring beyond the Reflection, they unleashed the gravest blight,
'Worry not', they cried as darkness stirred, 'Embrace the coming light',
And so then marched the demons, a scourge man rose to fight,
The world fell before them, save Arx alone guarding what's good and right,
'We have honor yet', said the Skylord, who then called his kin to flight,
And metal seared, diamonds shattered, as Caer'alfar became Pyre in all the world's sight."
"Greatest city in all the world, Caer'alfar, shone with all its might,
The Rex'alfar did rule there, and ignored the coming night,
Stirring beyond the Reflection, they unleashed the gravest blight,
'Worry not', they cried as darkness stirred, 'Embrace the coming light',
And so then marched the demons, a scourge man rose to fight,
The world fell before them, save Arx alone guarding what's good and right,
'We have honor yet', said the Skylord, who then called his kin to flight,
And metal seared, diamonds shattered, as Caer'alfar became Pyre in all the world's sight."
Written By Edward
May 21, 2018, 7:14 p.m.(10/14/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Paige
You're good company and good people.
Written By Jaenelle
May 21, 2018, 6:39 p.m.(10/14/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Caith
Yes. You may have two of Luca's cats.
Written By Caith
May 21, 2018, 6:11 p.m.(10/14/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Luca
It is rather vexing that Lucy continues to dodge my question on whether nor not he’ll give me one of his kittens. It is making me rather sad.
So sad.
Much sadness.
Why, Lucy? Why must you torment me?
So sad.
Much sadness.
Why, Lucy? Why must you torment me?
Written By Cleo
May 21, 2018, 5:13 p.m.(10/14/1008 AR)
So many wrong things said to me.
So many things that are twisted.
Children of Sun and Moon are no threat to the Compact. They live very very very far away. Must go past many /other/ tribes of Abandoned to even reach the ranges of Children of Sun and Moon.
Why make comment at all? Why make threat?
Then misread what I write. Threaten me more with your 'choices' as if it is /I/ who am in the wrong when your own holy warriors make excuse to force horrible choices on people who do you know wrong.
And /I/ am at fault?
So many things that are twisted.
Children of Sun and Moon are no threat to the Compact. They live very very very far away. Must go past many /other/ tribes of Abandoned to even reach the ranges of Children of Sun and Moon.
Why make comment at all? Why make threat?
Then misread what I write. Threaten me more with your 'choices' as if it is /I/ who am in the wrong when your own holy warriors make excuse to force horrible choices on people who do you know wrong.
And /I/ am at fault?
Written By Briseis
May 21, 2018, 4:04 p.m.(10/13/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Holden
Your life in Arx doesn’t surprise me at all. You’re still the same rock. Whatever needs doing, you’re always there! I missed you terribly and am so happy to have you around again!
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