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Written By Marian

Oct. 20, 2018, 4:42 a.m.(11/1/1009 AR)

Nia, my daughter, sent her nanny screaming from the room, refusing to go near my daughter. When I arrived to find out what happened, I found my daughter with spiders in her hair. They were so tiny, just barely visible and there were too many to count. There she was happily playing with her dolls as if nothing was amiss.

When I asked why there were spiders in her hair, Nia told me that one of the servants was cleaning her room and almost /murdered/ these baby spiders that had just left their web sack where their momma lost them. Now she was their new momma till their real momma could find them.

I had this horrible dilemma because this particular species of spider dies after laying their eggs. I didn't want my daughter raising baby spiders in her hair. I thought for a moment and then inspiration struck. I took my daughter and her baby spiders to the Shrine of the Queen of Beginnings and Endings. And I showed her all the different spiders that had homes there. Then I explained to my daughter how these babies mother ended her life so her babies could have a new beginning.

I pointed out that the community helps each other when they lose another. How all the children grow up with many uncles and aunts when a momma or daddy spider can't be there. Nia related to the story because of the many uncles and aunts that she has in her own life. Luckily she let these spiders leave her hair to join the others. No baby spiders were injured in the process.

Of course I did not bring up that this breed of spider consumes their mate after the mating happens. I think my storytelling skills were stretched enough today.

Written By Miranda

Oct. 19, 2018, 10:27 p.m.(10/22/1009 AR)

Relationship Note on Isidora

It's the little things that matter.

If Fecundo doesn't get it, let me know. I'll beat him up for you.

And he knows I can.

Written By Perronne

Oct. 19, 2018, 10:26 p.m.(10/22/1009 AR)

Relationship Note on Thena

Just because of the Grandmaster's recent comments in her journal:

Here's my will! If I die, all my wealth and belongings go to the Faith. Specifically, as much it goes to the Knights of Solace as they wish for! If it can be delivered to the Grandmaster with a note using the word "schmoopiepooh" at some point, EVEN BETTER.

I leave the execution of this will to Father Aureth, mostly because I think it'd make him smile.

Written By Alarissa

Oct. 19, 2018, 9:49 p.m.(10/22/1009 AR)

Off my feet, i have been ordered. The promise that likely within the month the household increases. But till then, no stress. Nothing undue. Frequent trips to the springs in Navegant and to relax. It was suggested that my husband brush my hair or rub my feet and I had no choice but to laugh. These are not things that Victus does. These are not things that Donrai taught him or the lot of them to do. Cleave the head of those who have offended me, yes. Burn down the home of those who have held me hostage, yes. Rub my feet? Nay.

So I start the process of sorrowfully declining even more invitations out with pillows at my back, beneath my legs and honey snuggles purring away at my knee's. Not even the duties of a voice. Only that which I can do from my bed or chair and not burden. Do this and all will be well.

I suppose I'll have to spend my time with Ovelia and Maxene and decide my wardrobe when I am no longer... immense with child.

Written By Nurie

Oct. 19, 2018, 9:04 p.m.(10/22/1009 AR)

It is hard to imagine I shall ever be able to sleep again!

The household is a whirlwind, with so many chests and chests and chests of clothing to be unpacked and put away, and tidied, while still ensuring my cherished Sabine looks as though she hasn't a care in the world, except to draw its eye. As is right and proper! Thankfully sweet Cosimo needs less help, though certainly what he lacks in volume of chests and wardrobes he certainly makes up for in weight; more books than Sabine has shoes!

But in that lull before dinner, I was able to go on a jaunt to the market, and stopped to wander along the way, letting myself drift from enchantment to enchantment. I do not know how the others shall feel--I can already hear Minister Daupenne's rumble and feel his scowl--but oh, how the city calls to me! Tastes from places I've only read about. People whose manner of speaking delights. All here in one place, though I know it will take me many adventures to even meet the first first swallow of my curiousity! Today I chatted with a baker, and a cheesemonger, a few guards who were waiting for their lord to finish up his shopping. And I met a broodingly handsome sellsword and a duelist whose smile surely should make the most hardened of hearts melted and merry, and a fire-haired little King of the Fishes.

Did you know that the champions sometimes fight bare chested here? Perhaps all those stories about no one but we Lycenes knowing how to have a good time are just that after all! it seems that tonight I shall have some more time free to explore. Wish me luck!

Written By Eleyna

Oct. 19, 2018, 8:57 p.m.(10/22/1009 AR)

While her elder brother and sisters decided to take their sweet time in making their appearance, Princess Leonora was evidently done waiting and decided to make her very sudden and unexpected entrance about a month before the midwives predicted her arrival. Two hours from the first pain, she was born with a full head of dark head and screaming her little face off. Her brother Donato is fascinated with her. Adria and Lucia are much less impressed. Of all our children, Leonora most resembles her father in both looks and temperament thus far.

May the Gods help us all.

Written By Delilah

Oct. 19, 2018, 7:56 p.m.(10/22/1009 AR)

Relationship Note on Kenna

Write your will, stick it in Mama's slipper, and give it to me.

I'll keep it safe and we can laugh like we did as children when we pretended to be grown up, so proud of wearing her beautiful silks.

Written By Theodoric

Oct. 19, 2018, 6:20 p.m.(10/22/1009 AR)

I've always had a certain appreciation for art. I've got just the space picked out, now to find the right pieces.

Written By Khanne

Oct. 19, 2018, 5:23 p.m.(10/22/1009 AR)

Completely unimportant and not pertaining to anything actually in my life.... And... something that really doesn't need to be archived for all of time for the good of the future world....

Thanks to Isabetta... I want cupcakes.

Written By Khanne

Oct. 19, 2018, 5:23 p.m.(10/22/1009 AR)

Completely unimportant and not pertaining to anything actually in my life.... And... something that really doesn't need to be archived for all of time for the good of the future world....

Thanks to Isabetta... I want cupcakes.

Written By Jyri

Oct. 19, 2018, 4:40 p.m.(10/22/1009 AR)

Today I returned the Iron Guard crest I received four years ago. I remember when it was placed in my hands. I was a battered, beaten man when I came to Arx, with an infant to care for, no money and no idea what to do with myself, before Lord Commander Silas Whitehawk found me and offered me the position as Kennelmaster in the Iron Guard. That crest, when he gave it to me, felt like being given back my pride. It was purpose in the form of a well crafted symbol.

Don't be silly. I haven't left the Iron Guard. I just got a new crest, crafted by the amazing Joscelin Arterius, who did the old one as well. That old crest needs to go to a new recruit now.

Written By Thena

Oct. 19, 2018, 3:34 p.m.(10/22/1009 AR)

Relationship Note on Kenna

Wills are always in nowadays. I'm honestly not sure if they're binding if you put them in the white journals but a lot of people sure want everyone in Arvum to know what wealth they are bestowing upon their schmoopsie-poos.

It's a good thing I'm no longer in the family business, now that I think about it.

Written By Shae

Oct. 19, 2018, 3:04 p.m.(10/22/1009 AR)

A new cub to train up, an intelligent mongrel with promise. Brindle coat, heels to Daegmund like Daegmund heels to me. Good instincts for a partner for my shepherd. The Iron Guard kennelmaster has an eye for spirit and brains in the beasts he fosters. Good skills for a fellow in that position.

I need to write home. Daegmund's parents and siblings should be closer. I've a mind to continue that Work, it's time.




Side note: the cook told me a joke today. It made me laugh, and when I did, some of the kitchen staff laughed too, but not until after I did. I asked why, the cook explained to me that they told me the joke last week. I don't remember, but .... it made me laugh too. I know my memory is terrible since I came home, but it bothers me little; I remember the important things. The cook hugged me. She said it worried her in the beginning, my poor memory, I've known her for years, she said 'you're different' and then said 'that's not a bad thing.' Made me think of Mother, who says something similar.

Accepting my changes isn't hard; accepting the changing world around me is. I want to find the overlap, balance is important, it's how the world works, when it tilts back and forth, one side, other side, a rhythm, a balance.




It was a good joke. Something about unicorns and horny knights. I look forward to hearing it again, for the first time, next week.

Written By Darren

Oct. 19, 2018, 2:44 p.m.(10/22/1009 AR)

There is nothing quite as invigorating as a quick trip back to Farhaven. I couldn't stay very long - there's far too much work to be done here, after all - but having even a short moment to fill my lungs with the frosty air of my home is enough to make me feel refreshed, renewed, and ready to begin again.

Written By Berenice

Oct. 19, 2018, 12:51 p.m.(10/22/1009 AR)

Saving silver is _terrible_. How does anyone do this? How does anyone go into a shop and see a necklace dripping with diamonds and rubies and _not_ buy it?

UGH. This is going to take forever.

Written By Kritr

Oct. 19, 2018, 12:50 p.m.(10/22/1009 AR)

I do not understand these southerners. So many are willing to give their opinions, but very few are as eager to hear if their opinion is wanted.

Written By Jhond

Oct. 19, 2018, 12:49 p.m.(10/22/1009 AR)

It's official! The center is open, publically announced and all. It may be a busy couple of weeks.

Written By Faruq

Oct. 19, 2018, 12:31 p.m.(10/22/1009 AR)

On the matter of wills:

I have a new diamondplate sword being forged in two days time. My own. Not belonging to anyone other than myself. Should I fall in the coming battle I wish it to go to my sister, Malika, that she might sell it and acquire a new ship and crew of her own to live free on the sea as she should.

My fireweave should be sold and the proceeds given to Mistress Aurora.

Everything else goes to Lady Miranda Rubino, except for the blue shirt, which goes to Mistress Sheena.

My blacks stay sealed. Unlike some believe I do keep my oaths until someone else breaks them.

Lies only have power when others act on them like they were truths.

Written By Lucita

Oct. 19, 2018, 10:23 a.m.(10/21/1009 AR)

Relationship Note on Karadoc

Marriage? Be still my heart, patience while you decide what path your life will take has paid off that you are thinking about it. Now the curiosity on who new potential house members might be adds a bit of excitement to the whole household. (You know we need more, not less Saiks, thank goodness.)

Written By Samantha

Oct. 19, 2018, 10:12 a.m.(10/21/1009 AR)

Let it be known that my brother may come to my home and enjoy the pitter patter of little feet right before they plow into him anytime he likes.

I'm beginning to think Nara has a particular talent for leg-clinging. She even does it when Rymarr is in his armor. In all seriousness, I've seen him take on the forces of the Heralds and guard His Majesty from assassination attempts, but he is devastatingly defeated when a nigh three year old attaches herself to his leg. No force on the continent could pry her off short of bribery.

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