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Written By Svana

Oct. 31, 2020, 1:02 p.m.(4/20/1014 AR)

I found my old wedding cake topper when I was dusting our display shelf at the apartment. I had forgotten what date my actual wedding to Jules was, and it occured to me that this year will have been two years married to him - if we'd stayed married and he'd stayed alive.

And I for the life of me cannot remember when Asher and I decided we were married. Perhaps we will need to have a small ceremony among friends and family at the Murder so that I can put a date on it. Then again we've already got two kids and one on the way... still... party!

The cake topper is nice, if only it didn't have associations. You know how I love my peacocks.

Written By Dio

Oct. 31, 2020, 12:53 p.m.(4/20/1014 AR)

Relationship Note on Imogene

I thought I had made my last voyage. Perhaps I wished it so, in the vain hope that I might see you again.

Written By Kastelon

Oct. 31, 2020, 11:29 a.m.(4/19/1014 AR)

I've been informed by "Aunty" Margerie that cows are social animals, and that clearly, Bessie did not do as well as she could at the recent grand-prix run-off (hoof-off?) for lack of socialization. I'll confess I'd not thought about whether or not Resolute was companion enough for her.

Margerie surprised me this morning with Astra, another cow, to keep Bessie company. Such a wonderful and unexpected gift this is. I shall have to take time in the coming days, especially while the weather is increasingly pleasant, to make sure that the barn I have is large enough for both cows. Cheese, it would seem, is in the offing - now to learn how to make it.

Written By Patrizio

Oct. 31, 2020, 11:24 a.m.(4/19/1014 AR)

The fundraiser for the apothecary college this week seems to have been a success, as they are quite soaked now with silver for the time being. All of the credit in the world for Lady Emberly Farshaw and Professor Orick, who raised quite the sum for the effort - five hundred thousand silver is nothing at all to sneeze at. Additionally, Princess Valencia Velenosa is to be thanked for her gracious permission in allowing her Golden Hart's main room to be used for the event, and I hope I did not leave too much of a mess with the splashing around.

I will confess I'm very shocked at the good aim of those involved in throwing the sandbags at the target. I may have chosen poorly in goading them on, though it was in the service of an excellent cause.

Written By Mabelle

Oct. 31, 2020, 9:54 a.m.(4/19/1014 AR)

Relationship Note on Vanora

What did they put in that red wine? I'm still seeing red and it is morning.
A beautiful ball held by the Grimhalls, allowing us all to set our hearts free before facing what's to come.

Written By Desma

Oct. 31, 2020, 5:51 a.m.(4/19/1014 AR)

I have come to the realisation that I really don't like babies and toddlers. Whilst they're tolerable when older since they can be reasoned with, for the love of the gods if you /must/ bring these squalling squealing little people out in public, keep their sticky fingers out of my hair.

Written By Desma

Oct. 31, 2020, 5:44 a.m.(4/19/1014 AR)

It has been a strange week, what with Lady Aahana and Palania returning to Arx. I wonder where they have been these past two years? Since she herself has no answer for that, it's unlikely that anyone will ever know, least of all me. There are stranger things in the world however, so I won't let it worry me overly much and just accept it for what it is. A blessing.

Oh yes, scholar, the most important piece of news and I nearly forgot! I now have a diamondplate bow. She is magnificent.

Written By Renata

Oct. 31, 2020, 5:37 a.m.(4/19/1014 AR)

I spent the afternoon scrubbing the statue of Mangata that stands on the Eastern Beaches. It never fails to amaze me how much mess seagulls can make without even trying, but a few hours of hard work and elbow grease had Her looking spotless again. It helped that Mayir Grayhope didn't object to me handing him a brush. He worked without complaint, and two pairs of hands finished the task far quicker than mine alone would have managed.

Written By Tanith

Oct. 31, 2020, 1:11 a.m.(4/19/1014 AR)

My husband is a man of many talents.

I'm excited to see what we'll all look like at the masquerade, together.

Also I must ask Lady Monique who the Abyss made this stunning necklace he won.

Written By Ophne

Oct. 30, 2020, 9:35 p.m.(4/18/1014 AR)

I am back in Arx. Back within four walls and the smothering buildings that suck my oxygen dry with every passing day. People wandering aimlessly down manmade roads searching for purpose they will never find. How I long for the wild again. Yet, within the Stone Grove there is a small group of evergreens that if I lay upon the grass beneath it and stare upwards, I have found I can forget the prison I am trapped within. I may find myself waking here.

Written By Lucita

Oct. 30, 2020, 7:12 p.m.(4/18/1014 AR)

Relationship Note on Aureth

Words I use meaning nonsense? Fiddlesticks (naturally, I'm a musician-singer)
Bilgewater!

Written By Thea

Oct. 30, 2020, 6:55 p.m.(4/18/1014 AR)

You mean not everyone gets ospreys land on their heads in the middle of a conversation? Shame. I'm sure my cousin Desma can fix that for you...With fish the smell of fish eyes and guts.

Written By Sigismund

Oct. 30, 2020, 4:09 p.m.(4/18/1014 AR)

Relationship Note on Wagner

You can do one or the other, certainly. But I for one find doing both at the same time is far more satisfying!

Written By Gwenna

Oct. 30, 2020, 10:57 a.m.(4/17/1014 AR)

Relationship Note on Aureth

I tend to use 'snowballs' or 'son of a motherless bear,' but I suppose those are more expletives than things I say specifically for nonsense. My father used 'bearshit' often, and would laugh or roll his eyes after saying it - sometimes both!

Written By Wagner

Oct. 30, 2020, 10:01 a.m.(4/17/1014 AR)

Relationship Note on Sigismund

He always has such a way with words, but I've always preferred to speak with action instead.

Nothing quite gets the point across like introducing teeth to the edge of a table.

Written By Svana

Oct. 30, 2020, 9:58 a.m.(4/17/1014 AR)

Relationship Note on Apollo

It seems strange to say that Apollo is no longer my patron; he has been an anchor when I have needed him, and he has imparted such dear skills to me, along with his wisdom and teachings.

I want to clarify now that there was no falling out, no stormy productions, nothing of the sort. It was a mutual decision with a great deal of respect behind it. I still look forward to bringing him early morning muffins and taking the kids to see 'Popo'.

Written By Porter

Oct. 30, 2020, 9:43 a.m.(4/17/1014 AR)

Relationship Note on Aureth

I like the word bamboozlement. One vote for that

Written By Harlex

Oct. 30, 2020, 9:40 a.m.(4/17/1014 AR)

It wasn't like the dreams I often have. I was young and I rode with the Dead Crows through a dark forest. We were riding hard so I could only guess what bloody work we went to do. Pye, Burke. The Lieutenant. They were all there. Even Nazares, who rode ahead for I could see his greasy black hair down his back and that saber he rattled.

Did I know this place? Is it a memory?

I breathed cold air from my lungs. I could hear our mad laughter and horse hooves beating the earth.

Then it just went numb. Silent.

I stopped and the Crows ran ahead and went on someplace else while I remained. She was there through the pines, through the snow. Barefoot, I think. Her hair as black as a raven's secret heart. Her eyes so blue they made everything else look saturated in their glow. She was running from someone. Her skirts were all hiked, her pale legs were carrying her but -- is she smiling in the dream? Does she know that I watch?

I go to follow and when I do I'm in a burning village. No one in particular. Just every burning village I've ever stood in, flames lapping at my face. Scent of cinder and flesh. There's smoke and chaos. I cannot find her anywhere I look and I wade through the blood thick as mud.

Then I woke up not long after that, just the way these things go.

Written By Zyanya

Oct. 30, 2020, 5:46 a.m.(4/17/1014 AR)

The Arvani tongue is a delight. Boonswoggle? Poppycock? I do not know how to say bamboozlement aloud but it is a pleasing maze to send my pen through.

The scholar teaches me that farfnoogat is not a true word though. A shame. It looks like it could be real in Arvum.

Written By Damiana

Oct. 30, 2020, 4:11 a.m.(4/17/1014 AR)

I was sitting in the chapel gardens amidst the blooming flowers, listening to the mixture of bird songs and the knights and faithful singing the canticles. I felt the warmth of the sun on my face, the sweet perfume in the gentle breeze around me. There’s moments which feel like a lifetime in a single flutter of a bird’s wing, where everything feels at peace and happiness.

I think I might take a little trip to the Jade Moon garden tomorrow to see what I can experience there.

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