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Written By Sebastian

Jan. 19, 2018, 1:54 p.m.(1/1/1008 AR)

A winter's composition of nightmare is in the works. Preparations for conflict in Setarco are being made. Lady Lucita has claimed her prize from my last event and I wait for the Archscholar to choose her own. The spider still scratches at my brain and under my skin. I have more projects begun than finished at the moment. And I've been accused of being a disgusting romantic. No metaphors, no poetry. It doesn't feel the day for it.

Written By Ann

Jan. 19, 2018, 1:26 p.m.(1/1/1008 AR)

Relationship Note on Aleksei

Hey, I do what I want.

No, but really - it would look lovely on the book I'm writing. And did you know human hair stands the test of time? It's strange, isn't it. Also a personal touch.

But really I was thinking of going blond. That's what that was about. I've decided against it.

Written By Corban

Jan. 19, 2018, 12:53 p.m.(1/1/1008 AR)

In between my work on speaking to the Blackram and their vassals, I must ...

Pick up prizes for the Glittering Gala.

It may not be the most glamorous assignment, but parties bring the Compact together. And that is what we need right now.

Written By Fatima

Jan. 19, 2018, 12:34 p.m.(1/1/1008 AR)

Relationship Note on Alarissa

She's survived our dinners, our ships, and birthing our heir. We've sailed some rough seas with rougher to come, but one thing's clear. She's family.

Written By Fatima

Jan. 19, 2018, 12:27 p.m.(1/1/1008 AR)

Relationship Note on Jacque

A random visit leads to a better friendship.

Written By Caspian

Jan. 19, 2018, 9:48 a.m.(1/1/1008 AR)

I feel like I'm making progress. Which is good. I felt like I was at a standstill for a while, but now I'm moving forward again. People are seeking me out for my aid, and I am happy to give it. I am in the Society of Explorers now, which is great, but we won't be able to have any fun until after the war. Hopefully we are able to repel this attack.

In other news, I learned a few weird things from Archlector Aleksei. Shit's weird.

Written By Bastien

Jan. 19, 2018, 2:36 a.m.(12/28/1007 AR)

The Lovers and the Mirror

Once upon a time, there were two lovers of the Lyceum, both dark-haired and warm of complexion. Their love was unkind and unsafe, reckless and obsessive; they felt each other in their very heartbeats, in each waking breath, saw each other in every dream. Their love was an itch under their skin that was only sated by contact. When they were forced apart, they wrote incessantly and felt each other in their very blood.

However, the lovers were unable to marry, and the day finally came that their families called on them to do their duty by marrying elsewhere and give up their affair. But the lovers could not conceive of a life without each other. It would be a life without blood, without breath, without heartbeat, for they lived in all of those things in each other.

And so they sought a way to stay together forever. When they couldn't convince their families, they turned to darker methods. They uncovered a rite to bind themselves to each other, and they ignored the warnings that there would be consequences. They cared only for burning that connection permanently into their souls.

The rite required a mirror of remarkable size to focus it, and they searched far and wide for a crafter who could create such a splendor. Even the crafter warned them that such an object could attract unwanted attention, but they persisted. When it was completed, it was beautiful to behold. And so the lovers spilled their blood upon it, speaking the words of the rite and empowering each syllable with their hearts' desire.

The lovers awoke full of hope, sure that it would be the first day of their new lives together. They both approached the mirror to see their beloved waiting there for them. They reached for each other, only to feel glass between them. The mirror between them.

For both lovers, the world was otherwise unchanged, but for the absence of the other in their world. Their lives continued, but on each side of the mirror, no one else had any memory of the lover who had disappeared. Each was convinced that theirs was the true world, and their lover caught in some reflected version of it. They fought viciously with each other, each arguing the truth of their world, insisting that they must free the other. Both were terrified that the other would take action that would somehow destroy them.

And so they decided to both act, together and as one. They pressed their hands to the mirror, aligned with each other, and then kissed the cold glass.

And then, as one, they both smashed their mirrors to dust.

Written By Harlan

Jan. 19, 2018, 1:07 a.m.(12/28/1007 AR)

A gala. Technically, it's duty. Much business can be done at these events. That, and there are other duties that ... well, I should have handled before now, but haven't. This is a good a time as any to start that duty.

Luckily, I've a tailor, and have new clothes for this. Reminder to self: Princesses are dangerous. Unmarried ones doubly so.

Written By Mae

Jan. 19, 2018, 12:54 a.m.(12/28/1007 AR)

First Brand. Then the slaughters in the Mourning Isles. Then the Thirteen Hammers Campaign. Then Brand again. Then the slaughters out in the Gray Forest. Then the attack on Maelstrom. Then the Slaver in the North. Now the Pirate King sails.

It seems war is a constant in this world.

We suffer great losses. We have great victories. But through it all, I have learned not to question the horrors of war. Whatever it is that has happened, it seems it can always get worse.

Written By Caith

Jan. 19, 2018, 12:37 a.m.(12/28/1007 AR)

Cassima took me to an estate event today. It was glorious and oh so much fun! There were so many things to pick through -- I found several books, a crown of flowers, a dagger, and a block of cheese! Sure, it was a little bit moldy but other than that: perfectly good cheese. Plus, it was worth the look on Cassima's face when I showed it to her; anything that shakes her out of her reserve is a worthy prize. I dub it:

'The Cheese That Will Get Cassima to Love Life'

I also found a bit of soap on a rope. What a silly thing! It made me laugh so I snatched it up and sent it to Tomwell. He's been so busy helping Fairen with Leary business that he's had hardly any time to devote to singing, dancing and poetry; I figured he would appreciate a good chuckle. Plus, who couldn't use some soap? It's a gift that is funny AND useful!

Written By Silas

Jan. 19, 2018, 12:22 a.m.(12/28/1007 AR)

I got myself some Granato wine and a dapper top hat.

Look out, world.

Written By Reigna

Jan. 19, 2018, 12:06 a.m.(12/28/1007 AR)

Today was hard. For a number of reasons I do not feel comfortable making about me. So instead I want to think about one of the best parts of my day.

The table was laden with food as it so often is, and sitting at that table was my family. Familiar faces, beloved, some new, some old. But mine. My family. My friends. We spoke of things both serious and silly. And as we all sat there, I was struck. Lady Jael holding Aeryn, Lady Margerie teasing Sir Norwood. Kael and Duke Cristoph bantering, Lady Veronica brandishing her fork... Family. It struck me so intensely, this feeling of camaraderie. Of purpose. I love these people.

I give thanks to the gods for moments like these. Moments of clarity and gratitude for the life I have.

Written By Valdemar

Jan. 19, 2018, midnight(12/28/1007 AR)

It is interesting to see alliances once thought unlikely at best made reality by conflicts such as that which the Pretender King brings to our doorstep. What I find myself wondering is whether this collaboration will lead to greater understanding between those involved, or if it will fall apart utterly once the storm has passed? I have managed to meet a handful of people while in Arx who give me some small hope for the former, in spite of our powerful tendency toward the latter.

Fear is the guardian of hate.

Written By Serafine

Jan. 18, 2018, 9:59 p.m.(12/28/1007 AR)

I'm suddenly reminded of that time I filled someone's room with rats. I had my arms full, carrying a crate of the adorable, squeaky things, and even knowing what I intended to do with them, local kin was kind enough to point out my victim's room.

I forget who it was.

Written By Margerie

Jan. 18, 2018, 9:55 p.m.(12/28/1007 AR)

Relationship Note on Cristoph

Well, the frogs are a probability, but really you should see how he reacts to ducks. He can't be trusted near them! One moment it's fine, the next he's up to his ears in mud, tracking it everywhere. I've caught him a time or two at the window staring out at them, and the look in his eyes. He's quite nearly mastered the art of getting whatever he wants from people with just a glance from those big dark eyes.

Written By Sparte

Jan. 18, 2018, 9:31 p.m.(12/28/1007 AR)

Someone asked me where the idea for the Paper Fleet came from.

I thought back to when I was a boy, the first time I really felt like water was something special. There was a stream we would play at from time to time. It was my sister who showed me how to fold a paper boat. She put it into the water, and I followed it down the stream with her. It went well further than we were supposed to go. We were scared of how far we'd gone, but at the same time scared the boat might sink and thrilled to see how far it would go. In the end it washed up on some pebbles in a shallow spot, making the voyage safely.

We immediately put the boat back in the water. Of course we would want it to keep going. Sadly it fell apart when we tried. One voyage was all the little paper ship had in it. Thinking back on it now that seems like voyage enough to carry a prayer.

Written By Monique

Jan. 18, 2018, 8:01 p.m.(12/28/1007 AR)

Relationship Note on Marius

My brother has returned. Thank the Spirits and the Gods, all.

Written By Evaine

Jan. 18, 2018, 7:57 p.m.(12/28/1007 AR)

Relationship Note on Derovai

I know your name now. I wonder if you know mine yet.

Written By Derovai

Jan. 18, 2018, 7:32 p.m.(12/28/1007 AR)

Relationship Note on Luca

One or two new friends. One definitely not friend, though (and it's not you in that column, I should add).

Written By Alis

Jan. 18, 2018, 6:35 p.m.(12/28/1007 AR)

Relationship Note on Jael

Of /course/ you wouldn't!!

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