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Written By Isolde

Jan. 31, 2017, 6:37 p.m.(10/23/1005 AR)



The Light, and I your Shadow
Admiration, Awe untold.
I could always see the tears unshed,
And the joys restrained.

I knew how you loved.
Wished I could be all you never
Realized you were.
And now a Shadow has no Light.
Formless, lost, bound, gagged, trapped.

Every flower whispers your name,
Every jewel sparkles with your grace.
The best part of me,
Dimmed with the loss of your Light.


Written By Eleyna

Jan. 31, 2017, 6:16 p.m.(10/23/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Esera

On my sixteenth birthday, I was convinced that everyone had forgotten me. My mother was many years dead. My sister had disappeared and was given up for dead. My father... well, no one could ever accuse Marik Velenosa of caring too much about his daughters. That night, Esera came to me with a gift. A dress. A perfect blue dress that she said matched my eyes. There was a party. Nothing overly large, but there was dancing and music. And Esera smiling at me, reminding me that I was never truly alone, no matter how much it felt as though I was.

Hers was the little hand that found mine at my mother's funeral when I was five. Esera was the one who got me drunk on Tor red the night before my first wedding because I was too anxious to sleep. She was my cousin and friend long before she was ever my Grand Duchess. That is who my heart aches for now.

Yet, even though she is gone, she is still there to remind that none of us are alone, even without her. There is still the family. Always. She bonded us all and, through her memory, the Velenosa will rise stronger than ever. As she would have wanted of us.

Written By Merek

Jan. 31, 2017, 5:14 p.m.(10/23/1005 AR)

Discovered a lot since my travels out to recover the team from the Society of Explorers. Beginning to wonder just who I am, at times. What am I? What are people? In this dance that seems to echo upon all lands, will the commoners be much more than they were before? I'd like to think that I could protect everyone with my new mantle as a Guard, but can I really manage that? I hope that I'm able. Met new people though, and have new friends, perhaps. That is wonderful.

Written By Sylvie

Jan. 31, 2017, 5:10 p.m.(10/23/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Esera

You cannot know the amount of respect that I held for you, truly. You were a woman not afraid to admit to a mistake, but strong enough not to dwell on it. You did not rush to judgment. You were willing to sacrifice for others. And despite the weight of your position, you also were able to set it aside and enjoy yourself, when it was appropriate. You were able to brush aside things that were light and bear yourself under the burden of those that were heavy.

There were many sacrifices I was willing to make in your name, Esera, and I was glad to follow a liege like you. I would have been proud to call you daughter-in-law, if it had been.

The Lyceum is truly worse for your loss.

Written By Ida

Jan. 31, 2017, 3:41 p.m.(10/23/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Esera

It seems like a hundred years ago when Her Grace, Grand Duchess Esera Velenosa, visited my shop. Even with the amount of time that has passed, I am no less awed by the memory of that visit. As I think I wrote then, the Grand Duchess fills a room the moment she walks in. You can just feel her presence, should that make sense. I think I expected far more...distance, perhaps. Aloofness, y'know. A smith's shop just didn't seem like a place someone so refined and near-ethereal would visit. She was warm and kind while remaining a Grand Duchess in my every sense of the word.

She asked me to complete some tasks for her, which I failed to do. Utterly and completely. This or that commission took my attention, or a fight, or something that shouldn't have taken precedence after her graciousness. She never once asked why not, where were the things she'd asked after? Never a word.

I can still complete them, though, and believe I will. I owe her that much.

Written By Alis

Jan. 31, 2017, 3:39 p.m.(10/23/1005 AR)

There are times when I wonder, if maybe we added a few extra hours in the day I could get enough done that I didn't feel like I was simply treading water. But then I realize that in those few extra hours, there would simply be another disaster that would happen. And with it, a flood of messengers and the desire to stab something.

Make that multiple somethings.

Written By Lark

Jan. 31, 2017, 2:07 p.m.(10/23/1005 AR)

The first time I entered the Palace since my cousin the King fell into his deep sleep, it was to seek an audience with Princess Dawn then Lady Regent Dawn to interview for the position of Minister of Civil Development. She'd been calling it Minister of Population at the time.

I've never had a talent for rubbing shoulders or putting on theatrically friendly airs, but I have always considered myself to be a skilled administrator and economist. And whatever mistakes I have made in life, I have always considered myself to be Good. I hadn't, of course, thought she'd give me the appointment ...being a silly, pompously-academic princess ...toting naive ideals about the welfare of everyday people whom I foolishly almost never deigned to meet ...raised in the safe and luxurious cocoon of the Bastion, and what protective wing of that place exists here in Arx.

Years prior I'd developed a system with which to track rehomed wards, which King Alaric had already given me leave to facilitate through Grayson funds --- he was always very obliging with those. What I found was that, and this does not at all surprise me in retrospect but at the time remember who I was, a great many of them disappear. Unwanted and unknown, they fall through every manner of hairline crack that exists. It was with this system and the patterns (predictors) identified from it -- who is most at risk, who is most in need -- that I attained my position as Minister, with the prospect of expanding it so as to better serve those Without.

Presently, I've come to inhabit almost exclusively a certain desk once owned by Queen Alarice herself if you can even imagine... I spend more time behind it than I do in my rooms. I bring it up because in cleaning some of it, I found a great deal of notes from that particular project, the uncirculated Census -- the purpose of which was to identify and predict vulnerabilities, to be taken into consideration when making key decisions in the distribution of aid resources -- which has been pushed aside by catastrophe after catastrophe.

So many Losses...

With the influx of refugees and those in need now flooding Grayson Ward and the Bastion... in My ward... in the lands within My influence... I have decided to implement it. I just ...so desperately need to look at something and be able to say, "That was a Win."

Written By Simone

Jan. 31, 2017, 1:32 p.m.(10/22/1005 AR)

To the gentle reader of these, please, forgive the unusual request.

While in my convalescence it occurs to me how the tedium of remaining abed can be. Which is why I reach out to write to seek you - gentle reader. I wish only to learn more about the city around me, and the only way to do so to any success will be to learn about its people. In these times of fear and doubt - we must reach out to one another. Learn of each other outside of the insular Houses and Families of Arx.

If the gentle reader could write, tell me a bit or two about yourself. Tell me of your wonder, your happiness, your sadness or your anger if you seek the sympathetic of a stranger that promises never to share. If you are alone, gentle reader, you need not be. We could start a correspondence, and become friends. It would be wonderful to hear from you.

M. Simone Greenmarch

10/22/1005 AR

Written By Reese

Jan. 31, 2017, 12:11 p.m.(10/22/1005 AR)

It is difficult to come up with the right words.

Nothing that I can say will be enough.

Nothing that I can do will be enough

And yet I still have faith.

I did not know the Duchess well.

She was a figure from the distance.

I am sorry for her loss

I cannot begin to understand how her family must feel

I sing for Dawn. Prince Dagon taught me a song. A prayer.

I sing and have faith in her return.

If I knew were to look. I would go bring her back.

I do not.

I stand at the vigil as an Iron Guard.

Who do I defend? Who do I protect?

My faith persists. Father Orazio is a good man.

Sir Silas is a good man.

Prince Tristram is a good man.

We will get through this, but we will never be the same.

The damage will never fully heal.

The scar will remind us.

I stand as an Iron Guard.

Keep the crowd under control, protect the crown, said Sir Rymarr

I looked over to Prince Edain and wondered how.

But in his sorrow he was controlled.

I did not have to arrest Prince Luca.

He carried those who insult him, gently away.

In his sorrow he was controlled

This is why we will persist

This is why we will fight the bringers and win

In our sorrow we are controlled

In our sorrow, we still have faith

Written By Perrach

Jan. 31, 2017, 10:45 a.m.(10/22/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Valerius

You got something in you that I can respect and it's far far beneath the rose smelling bullshit the rest of world knows.

Written By Aislin

Jan. 31, 2017, 10:44 a.m.(10/22/1005 AR)

I have made mistakes.

The first time, someone else paid the price.

The second time, I may have endangered far more than myself; while the final fault may not be mine, I likely started no few down a road they won't thank me for.

The third time, any risk should be mine alone, at least if I have anything to say about it. Or at the least, shared only with the handful who now truly comprehend the risk.

Maybe I should hand the Society over to Pietro or Lou and focus more intensely on specific things independently, as I once did? I refuse to be stopped, but perhaps information really is too dangerous to be shared widely, for now.

I swear my path seemed more clear, once. Through the dark, yes, and without a map, but at least the direction was obvious.

Now... I just no longer know.

Maybe some time to think will give greater clarity.

Written By Perrach

Jan. 31, 2017, 10:43 a.m.(10/22/1005 AR)

I have, in their words, "...lamentably fallen short of the standards of etiquette and decorum expected..." and "are hereby prohibited from the totality of the Whisper House." Until I become some fancy dancy creampuff.


Well shit. That's got to be an accomplishment somewhere.

Written By Talen

Jan. 31, 2017, 8:54 a.m.(10/22/1005 AR)

***
A sketch has been included into the diaries of Sir Talen Artiglio, Sword of the Velenosa, Dark Knight of Lenosia. It depicts the arrangement of a few pieces of armour amongst candles upon Sovereign Bridge:

a gleaming, polished steel helmet with a visor reminiscent of a mirrormask a sharp
taloned pair of steel gauntlets constructed by overlapping plates a shining
knee-high set of steel sollerets that taper into hooked points
***

I failed you, but I will not fail our family. This is the end of a chapter, but the beginning of another.

Written By Silas

Jan. 31, 2017, 7:53 a.m.(10/22/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Benjamin

He's pleasant to talk to and I hope I provided some degree of entertainment.

Not sure what about me reminds him of a duck, though.

Written By Silas

Jan. 31, 2017, 7:53 a.m.(10/22/1005 AR)

He's pleasant to talk to and I hope I provided some degree of entertainment.

Not sure what about me reminds him of a duck, though.

Written By Max

Jan. 31, 2017, 7:32 a.m.(10/22/1005 AR)

I am not dead.

So far, I'm ahead of the game.

But now I ship out to go fight the fucking Gyre.

I miss the sea. In every possible connotation.

Written By Drea

Jan. 31, 2017, 4:41 a.m.(10/21/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Anze

I think we're going to clash a lot, but we seem to get past it easily. I know there's more to him than "Smash 'em up." Maybe I'm wrong.

Written By Orathy

Jan. 31, 2017, 3:34 a.m.(10/21/1005 AR)

There are things happening around me and I sit in the maelstrom completely unaffected by it. Some noise of a lady pushed off a bridge, other ruckus about a Duke missing... The flavor of the month for those pompous blowhards up town.

As long as I have a good drink in hand, a bucket to piss in, and some food in my gut, does it matter who washes up in the gutter? Only matters if they haven't been plucked over by scavengers first and they've a bit of coin on them. Chances are the scavengers will get to them first... I'm enjoying my drink aren't I? Coin purse is looking empty... Hmm.

Maybe I ought to go wander about and check in places were things... wash up.

Written By Orathy

Jan. 31, 2017, 3:23 a.m.(10/21/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Agnarr

Damn the north breeds giants. I bet you this guy could out drink me as well as out muscle me. Problematic.

Written By Orathy

Jan. 31, 2017, 3:04 a.m.(10/21/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Calandra

Even if I didn't show to like it, getting a hug from her was nice.

She talks a lot, smiles a lot...

Unfortunate she keeps calling me Uncle... that puts me in position, doesn't it.

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