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Written By Sparte

Dec. 17, 2018, 11:37 a.m.(3/10/1010 AR)

The snow does not agree with Wilhelm, or Wilhelm does not agree with the snow. However you wish to interpret it, he will be working in the Barracks exclusively until it has passed. I want to thank him for the care he gave to ensuring my care while I was in the House of Solace ill, as well as the mercies who saw me revived so expertly, and Master Scholar Rinel who visited me regularly with news of the things I missed while confined to bedrest.

Written By Isabetta

Dec. 17, 2018, 11:05 a.m.(3/10/1010 AR)

Sometimes you are mad at someone and you can totally see their side.

Did they go out of their way to tell others how great you are? Even if you're not? Did they do the best they could do to make you feel welcomed and to insist they wanted you around? But somehow that wasn't enough. You might have your reasons for your actions, but that doesn't mean the other party might not be deeply offended and deeply hurt. I recognize this is something that I did, but also that in the long run it was for the best. I can be sorry and relieved, I can find my actions unfortunate but also defend them. Sometimes the right course is only at best bittersweet.

Written By Amari

Dec. 17, 2018, 9:17 a.m.(3/10/1010 AR)

I'm so proud of Barf, the dog of indeterminate breed that I rescued from Reaver's Bog at the battle of the Black Keep. At Eddard's dog show, he didn't shake a paw, or roll over or play dead or even want to walk at one point, but he braved the seesaw. He looked at me as if it were some foul sorcery, but he did it all the same.

After the much more impressively trained dogs had won their prizes, Countess Mia bestowed upon him the title of "Most Determined". I'll have that inscribed on the collar he won. Hopefully, it will be the first of many accolades for Barf the bog dog.

Written By Delilah

Dec. 17, 2018, 9:11 a.m.(3/10/1010 AR)

I love the night passionately. I love it as I love my family or my homeland, with an instinctive, deep, unshakeable love.

I love it with every sense I possess: I love to see it, I love to breathe its perfume, I love to hear the elusive chords under silence, and I love the caress left by the starlight dancing on my outstretched hands.

I can dance under the revel of the constellations, a silhouette passing through the darkness. The night is a whole universe unto itself, and I am consumed by it, delighting in the intoxicating black immensity of space, a radiant mote in the everlasting.

Written By Carmen

Dec. 17, 2018, 8:51 a.m.(3/9/1010 AR)

The worst part of this job is when a person comes to you saying "Help me" and you know you can't do a damn thing for them.

Good news, I guess, is that we didn't see anything too terrible at the hospital from the snow. Some cuts and bruises on account of people being disoriented, a lot of vomit. You hand them a bucket, some water, some bread and tell them to sit still. They don't listen, which you knew that they wouldn't. You do it anyway because it's the only thing you have. It's a gods damned farse. These aren't soldiers. They're people. Normal, everyday civilians not doing anything but living. The whole world is sideways, and all you can do is hope that the people who know how to fix it, do.

If you're one of them: Thanks. Please help. In the meantime I'm substituting alcohol for water because that's a great idea.

(You know what works best on bruises? Snow. You know what I can't put on bruises today because it's green and acidy?

Seriously. Make it stop.)

Written By Preston

Dec. 17, 2018, 7:07 a.m.(3/9/1010 AR)

The Templars are often apart from others of the Faith in our thinking. I suspect this may be true of the Faith Militant more broadly, but I would not speak for Dame Thena. Our job is to see the threats that exist, and those that may come to be, and to defend the Faith come what may. It forces on us thinking that perhaps can be more conservative, more prone to defend rather than expose. Risk averse, perhaps. The reason is that though each area of the Faith is responsible for its areas, for its decisions, the cost for those decisions is often borne by our people. It is those we embrace as brothers, the people we see day in and day out, who suddenly one day we stop seeing. Whose names instead we write one final time on lists, before adding them to the rolls of the honoured dead.

If ever we seem tired, it is because of late we have written too many lines in those pages.

Written By Jennyva

Dec. 17, 2018, 6:50 a.m.(3/9/1010 AR)

Now the general consensus around Graypeak is to never, ever eat the yellow snow. I think that this advice is also good for other colors like green or greenblack. But I don't think I will even risk popping out of my room and get touched by it. Seems like it'd stain, if nothing else.

Written By Gianna

Dec. 17, 2018, 6:06 a.m.(3/9/1010 AR)

Is this strange snow going to do something to my boots? It stings the skin, and leather is skin, and I quite like my boots. Particularly my tall boots, which are still rather new. If they become discoloured, I shall be very annoyed; the same with regards to my cloaks and clothing.

Written By Fianna

Dec. 17, 2018, 5:29 a.m.(3/9/1010 AR)

I'm struggling to find shelter for the horses, or atleast enough blankets to help cover them from this discolored "snow." The Volkov stable is full and I've got the rest of the horses to stay within the lean to's that are setup near the encampment. At the moment, none of them seem agitated or panicky, but I'm taking no risks. I'll stay with those underneath the lean to's to make sure this greenish-black snow doesn't hurt them. They are my livelihood and I owe them this much.

I'm not sure what this will mean for their food and water supply right now. I've plenty of hay, but water... I am uncertain.

Written By Renata

Dec. 17, 2018, 3:02 a.m.(3/9/1010 AR)

Several more chests of my personal affairs have now arrived from Setarco, and since I am loathe to venture out in this phenomenom of green snow, I spent the afternoon unpacking and sorting my things.

I'm so glad that I did, for tucked inside the pocket of one of my oldest dresses, and one which might otherwise have been thrown out, I found an earring which I thought had been lost to me. I wept with joy. What silly and sentimental creatures we are to become so attached to simple things, and I am so happy that it was not truly lost, but simply misplaced. It is all I have left from before I was lost, and I will never let it from my care again.

I also discovered once more the gown which Vincenzo designed for my twenty-first natality. It holds within its folds the scent of the perfume I wore.

Will this snow never end?

Written By Joscelin

Dec. 17, 2018, 2:17 a.m.(3/9/1010 AR)

Note to self: When at bars with Carmen, volunteer -her- for the kissing.

Written By Josephine

Dec. 17, 2018, 1:45 a.m.(3/9/1010 AR)

What did I do. What was I thinking. Gods above, why did we sell things for... I should speak to Draven. Ask him if he made this batch of tea too strong. I think it was too strong. It makes no sense.

In other news though, there are a great many out there with some very fine jewelry and for... well, I'll not speak to how much coin I lost. Maybe I should seek Juniper for my tea instead of Draven.

Demetria wanted to put a dragonweep pendant up for three hundred thousand. I said eight hundred. Thankfully, it's tucked away but...

Has to be the tea. All the more reason o stay tucked in here in my forge.

Written By Riagnon

Dec. 17, 2018, 1:32 a.m.(3/9/1010 AR)

Purple snow would have been much more preferable.

Written By Rowenova

Dec. 17, 2018, 12:23 a.m.(3/9/1010 AR)

Relationship Note on Draven

My loving husband has had a stressful week yet bravely saved a couple lives (during an escort mission for a Northern caravan coming down to Arx), then courageously handled physical pain during a separate adventure, put up with emotional stress on multiple occassions (my own fault often enough), and is still here and so good to me (despite everything ever going on all over).

It might not be well known (but it really should be) that my dear Professor [Draven Bruvir] also did a fair share of good deeds in times past, too.

In the Physician's Guild, he worked hard in the triage hospital during the Lodge defense, doing so through that rough experience to caringly heal our injured people. Not only was there an Alchemy project at the Redrain Gardens but also a Gardening project at the Stone Grove with Voice Valery of the Apothecary College (of which he is an esteemed Professor), too.

He generously paid for my 'survival gear' to hopefully help me 'last longer' during the Lodge ordeal, too. To this day, we ardently disagree on whether I still owe him. I still do, of course, but he lovingly assures me: "I am just glad you came home to me like I asked. If that's the bill that I have to pay, to make sure you do, I'll pay that and ten times more every time, if I can."

We will eventually work on our second adventure for Cascade Springs, too, the first one during which he was a dedicated Alchemist, Herbalist, and Medic.

Last but not least, he put up with my Northern ass in his Lycene life, doing so for 9 months after we first met around 'Love Poison' before we finally married with written promises to one another which are mutually signed, even if the common class does not have to do so. Now, he is trying hard to fit in with Compact life as well as hopefully become a Halfshav commoner.

My amazing husband is a wonderful man. He is one of the best Things which has ever happened to me. I love him more than I can ever write down in mere words.

Written By Belladonna

Dec. 17, 2018, 12:23 a.m.(3/9/1010 AR)

And now, green snow.

I pray for the soldiers and warriors, healers and armorsmiths, the horse tenders and the cooks. I pray for the people of Arvum, and for this never-ending cycle of war that has become our lives. We will persevere, as we have always, but my heart goes out to the ones in the frontlines. You make me more hopeful for better days.

Written By Fatima

Dec. 17, 2018, 12:18 a.m.(3/9/1010 AR)

It's fortunate that the Queen made parasols fashionable, or I'd have been totally unprepared for this predicament. As it is, I'm out a good parasol. How unpleasant!

Written By Etienne

Dec. 17, 2018, 12:07 a.m.(3/9/1010 AR)

Tonight I walked as if through a fog, uncertain of every step, by the end of it I had more questions and less answers. May Gild guide my path.

Written By Malesh

Dec. 17, 2018, 12:03 a.m.(3/9/1010 AR)

Time marches ever onward, and I suppose one must prepare themselves for these sort of days, when we come to realize that a young person that we've helped teach and shape has risen to be their own person with their own pursuits. I thought I was ready, but it is harder than I thought.

Written By Torian

Dec. 16, 2018, 11:54 p.m.(3/9/1010 AR)

As if we don't have enough problems!

Let's hope it's not gotten into the bottles at the murder at least.

Written By Lianne

Dec. 16, 2018, 11:44 p.m.(3/9/1010 AR)

I am married.

It hadn't been so very long ago that I was certain that might never be the case, so well had I done devising a life for myself where marriage might never be necessary. When Valerius first spoke to me of marriage, it had been in consideration of other prospects, advice offered from one friend to another. Neither of us had even considered our pairing at the time.

Lagoma teaches that change comes to all things, even our long-held views of ourselves.

I could say that it was a political marriage. Strengthening ties with House Thrax--and with my husband's renowned sisters--is undeniably beneficial for my house. It's true enough. And yet it would be disingenuous. I am unfathomably in love with this man. It took years of friendship and respect, of conversations about family and philosophy...

More, perhaps, it took watching darkness build on the horizon and finding that I had a steady light near at hand, a bright spot which never dims.

I am blessed, and I am grateful, and I expect this will all take quite a bit of getting used to.

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