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Written By Thesarin

Nov. 16, 2017, 1:37 p.m.(8/6/1007 AR)

After a second skirmish in the Forest, Riven recognizes Lord Killian Ashford, Lady Joslyn Stonewood, Master Rickard Corsetina, and Shard Wolfs-bane who fought well and bravely beside me against a horror from beyond the world.

Master Sergei Mujeriego, whose noble work saw three people to safety.

Riven extends special recognition to Lady Eirene Malvici, who fought in the battle and stitched me back together once it was over.

Written By Fortunato

Nov. 16, 2017, 1:15 p.m.(8/6/1007 AR)

Relationship Note on Lucita

It’s. . . possible I’ve scorched some few frocks this way. But it makes the creation process more exciting!

Written By Carita

Nov. 16, 2017, 10:48 a.m.(8/6/1007 AR)

My dearest friend was so right. There are indeed moments when there is a disturbing lack of manners in this city and among her people. Tsk.

Written By Lucita

Nov. 16, 2017, 9:47 a.m.(8/6/1007 AR)

Yesterday I spent time in the Shrines of nature, Lagoma, Mangata and Petichor. Archlector Madeleine and I spoke for some time of wind and waves, of inspiration. At the shrine of Lagoma Fortunato sat painting so close to the fire that his canvas was singed and it was a wonder he did did not get singed as well. He is an interesting man, seems to paint the way I improvise music, from his thoughts and surroundings, and yet can be so serious when speaking of worries and changes. Sometimes after a cycle of visiting each shrine it seems like a bit of insight or understanding has been gained, a learning process.

Written By Alis

Nov. 16, 2017, 7:30 a.m.(8/5/1007 AR)

Relationship Note on Marian

I am happy to have dinner with you anytime! The men can watch the kids, and we'll drink. A lot. And play war games.

Written By Valery

Nov. 16, 2017, 4:53 a.m.(8/5/1007 AR)

That was a really scary wolf...
And if it was scary being dead, I don't want to know how horrible can it be being alive.
If I could I keep everyone from going into the forest... There are so many people coming back hurt!

Written By Silas

Nov. 16, 2017, 4:21 a.m.(8/5/1007 AR)

Relationship Note on Delilah

Technically, the canine would be the third guard corgi!

Written By Armand

Nov. 15, 2017, 11:37 p.m.(8/5/1007 AR)

Relationship Note on Aksel

As we've shown from this trip, even one imbued by the Abyss cannot stand against the determined effort of those true to the Compact.

They might be waking, but we'll send them straight back to the Abyss. And then we'll share tales about it over whiskey.

Written By Delilah

Nov. 15, 2017, 9:24 p.m.(8/5/1007 AR)

Relationship Note on Silas

You know what's better than a Guard Corgi?

Two of 'em.

Written By Merek

Nov. 15, 2017, 7:10 p.m.(8/4/1007 AR)

I have found a frame for a mirror just sitting about at the Sanctum of Reflection. It hits me as curious, because often you don't find a frame lacking a mirror in a place where mirrors seem to be the most common.

Written By Marian

Nov. 15, 2017, 3:52 p.m.(8/4/1007 AR)

Relationship Note on Alis

We need to do dinner soon. We can drink and laugh at just how badly I am at Conquer. Maybe you can give me some pointers on my war strategy.

Written By Madeleine

Nov. 15, 2017, 11:28 a.m.(8/4/1007 AR)

Relationship Note on Lucita

Blessed Mangata, smile on your servant Lucita for the sweet music she lets float on your breezes - may the rhythm of the wave and song of the wind ever inspire her, and may her beautiful art ever be shared for Your praise and worship.

Written By Valery

Nov. 15, 2017, 9:14 a.m.(8/4/1007 AR)

Just days away from the opening party!

Written By Edward

Nov. 15, 2017, 8 a.m.(8/3/1007 AR)

Relationship Note on Carita

I too enjoy the sound of a good riddle:

Ask of me once, and ask again,
My answers are different from each man,
All are right, and none are wrong,
You can ask me, all day long.

Written By Alarissa

Nov. 15, 2017, 1:14 a.m.(8/3/1007 AR)

Relationship Note on Victus

He has not ripped a dress, not have I throw an expensive item.

I only throw him from the marital bedroom and he is not expensive.

Written By Enyo

Nov. 15, 2017, 12:41 a.m.(8/3/1007 AR)

Dinner with the family...first one since arriving in the city. It was very nice, I got to meet a few new people, and of course see others.

It is easy to fall back into old patterns, though.

I've made friends, I think, since arriving as well. At least, there seems to be an appearance of friendship offered in a few places that seems genuine. I very much hope that it is.

I keep mentioning the street fair to people, and they keep asking me when that'll be. I need to find out.

Written By Carita

Nov. 14, 2017, 11:07 p.m.(8/3/1007 AR)

Rhymes and riddles. How fun.

Hearts are locks that open with ease,
To very, very little keys;
Always remember that two of these
Are “thank you kindly,” and “if you please.”

Written By Thena

Nov. 14, 2017, 10:30 p.m.(8/3/1007 AR)

Relationship Note on Daemon

While I (as always) appreciate the unwavering support, and while I did in fact win the dance-off, saying I am blessed with rhythm is perhaps overstating my abilities a little.

Written By Vanora

Nov. 14, 2017, 9:19 p.m.(8/3/1007 AR)

Relationship Note on Aethan

The men of House Kennex can be a brooding bunch I've learned. It is not what I would have expected before I knew little of Thrax, the Darkwater, the Chain and the Isles. I suppose I ought have known to expect /something/ at least, it can't all be naval tactics and sailor vocabulary. Still. If they ever ceased focus on Mangata (not that I am saying they ought to, for surely Her blessings are respected, beloved, and required). Rather what I mean is, an hour or two or five staring into what looks back out at you is good for the soul, especially souls that seem to wrestle with torment.

Either that or they're just always cranky when not out at sea, which is the only time I ever see them.

Written By Vanora

Nov. 14, 2017, 9 p.m.(8/3/1007 AR)

I do think the Gods make choices. I know it rather, for I have been witness to those choices. The blessings of some, the curse of others, the shimmering dark duality of the choices that are both. We are all blessed and cursed in equal measure I think, or appropriate measure. There are those who feel the beckon of the candle-flame as I do, and distract with dreams of touching it just to know its burn. There are those whose lives feel far more their own, who choose their course and direct it, or who believe they do. That freedom might be a blessing in its own right. Or it might not be, if what one longs for is not truly freedom but is some greater purpose and they do not breathe it and taste it but search for it.

We try to be creatures of empathy, to learn more of the world through the study of one another. Yet our own minds hold us in, we can only attempt to reach out past it, only try to know what it is to look like, think like, live like anyone but ourselves. It is more difficult than we wish to think it is, considering how few truly seek the reflection to understand /themselves/ much less another.

We can never truly fail to see though, because we will always be shown again. The test is never passed, nor 'past'. It is the length of the days, the short of the years.

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