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Written By Jasher

Jan. 31, 2017, 1:40 a.m.(10/21/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Bianca

Pleasant. Knowledgeable. Willing to share that knowledge when needed. Also not unpleasing to the eye should someone be inclined that way.

For someone with the wit to see it, she would make a good wife.

Written By Ford

Jan. 31, 2017, 1:04 a.m.(10/21/1005 AR)

I built the Breezeway with the intention of getting traffic. It was designed to encourage walk ins. But I never expected the amount of traffic it is getting. I love it.

Everyone should stop in for a drink and a laze about.

Written By Calliope

Jan. 31, 2017, 12:07 a.m.(10/21/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Valdemar

Oh cousin, you are so like your father. And yet he is willing to listen to reason. I hope you will be as fair as him, and not only as rigid as many Grimhall men. We shall see, perhaps I will prove myself to you after all.

Written By Calliope

Jan. 31, 2017, 12:05 a.m.(10/21/1005 AR)

Ah, family dinners. What greater joy, what worse punishment. I forget sometimes, that women are allowed no freedom. No, wait. I never forget. I'm not allowed to forget! So ridiculous, and yet, I still love my family. Most of the time.

Written By Ansel

Jan. 30, 2017, 11:47 p.m.(10/21/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Donella

So that's where Ravana had been going when she'd fly off over the city alone...

Very odd. Interesting. She doesn't do that with anyone else; the eagle's barely even friendly with Percephon, and she sees him nearly every day. I wonder what endears her to the Princess Donella? It's almost as though she's met her before..

Written By Margot

Jan. 30, 2017, 10:59 p.m.(10/21/1005 AR)

Mark this day for the history books:

The Grimhalls had a Tyde Duchess to their house for dinner. No one fought. No one died.

Written By Pietro

Jan. 30, 2017, 9:33 p.m.(10/20/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Luca

I owe you a drink.

Written By Eirene

Jan. 30, 2017, 7:41 p.m.(10/20/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Esera

We barely met, the Grand Duchess and I... She seemed a good person. I don't fucking know. But she did her job and made the hard calls when required.

So for her to be fucking -pushed off a bridge- by a so called 'holy' man? Gods above, someone just set him on fire already and do us all a favor before someone else gets hurt... Like her father.

Didn't the Thraxian King push priests off that self-same bridge... hrm.

Written By Eirene

Jan. 30, 2017, 7:39 p.m.(10/20/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Leo

You better not be dead, you fucker. That's all I have to say. We have demons to kill... and who else can I trust to make sure I don't become infected by them and their madness?

Written By Talen

Jan. 30, 2017, 7:18 p.m.(10/20/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Esera

None may harm us unpunished. I will have blood.

Written By Niamh

Jan. 30, 2017, 6:39 p.m.(10/20/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Zhayla

Tiny, full of energy, and knows more about honor that I would expect for one not from the Oathlands. Holt did good with this one. I LIKE her.

Written By Julea

Jan. 30, 2017, 6:16 p.m.(10/20/1005 AR)

I was hoping it wouldn't be so, but it is. And in the back of my mind, I know it is better to know the truth than not. To deal with a reality than theories that may or may not be, but now Is. I would of thought in the knowing of it, that somehow the way forward would be made suddenly clear to me too, but it has not, and I am no less confused than I was before.

Written By Joscelin

Jan. 30, 2017, 5:03 p.m.(10/20/1005 AR)

Ever hear a blacksmith giggle?


It's -disturbing-.

Written By Dominique

Jan. 30, 2017, 4:12 p.m.(10/20/1005 AR)

All these questions about a future husband has me in a tizzy. Anyone ever thought that I wanted a wife? A partner. Though... I suppose that makes the subject of heirs a tad more difficult.

Written By Angelo

Jan. 30, 2017, 4:01 p.m.(10/20/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Leo

My cousin brought me from Tor to become a Voice of the Compact, and while at first glance the decision felt petty, bothersome and useless, I came to learn that it might have been the best decision I never took for myself. I miss Duke Leo and I don't lose hope that he will be found, that what ever is going on will not end in another tragedy.

I won't lose hope.

Written By Isolde

Jan. 30, 2017, 1:32 p.m.(10/20/1005 AR)

The Faith killed my sister.

I am torn to shreds, everything I believe, everything I know wars within me.

Tehom, for I write thy name boldly, keep me whole.

My sister is dead. I can't breathe. It should have been me, not her. Her light, so bright, it is gone from the world. I do not know if I will ever see again, breathe again.

It's quiet uptown.

Written By Lyiana

Jan. 30, 2017, 11:31 a.m.(10/19/1005 AR)

I am sometimes afraid for what may lie ahead for the next day. The turning of the sun is like a spinning wheel and you never know what will happen the next day, how one would survive upon the coming storm of doubt and discord. For now, I will do my best. I am nervous about the unrest though in the city, though perhaps it is just my imagination. Or perhaps not. Until then, I shall make my pretty colors, live in the world of fabric I have built for myself, and stay out of the way. I tend to do this often because I do not know what to say or do. It is strange being awkward in social situations, especially if you are used to being overlooked. Now, I am not overlooked or put aside and it feels strange. I have my shop and I am content to do right by the world as it stands.

Written By Bianca

Jan. 30, 2017, 3:54 a.m.(10/18/1005 AR)

I want to have faith in man, but as every day passes I find that evil that we whisper of as influence of the demonic isn't influence at all. That evil seems to reside within us naturally and it is not the demonic that calls it into being, but instead simply pulls the string of the selfish and near-sighted to bring it to the fore. Ego commands us.

Perhaps that in it of itself is the reflection. Our darkness staring back at us and waiting for its hopeful (or inevitable) release.

Or... perhaps this moment of introspection is just a side effect of a crisis of faith in a more general sense. It's difficult to tell these days. Even my beliefs are no longer sacred, just more twisted truths based on the ego of man and manipulated by something still well beyond our common understanding.

Tomorrow I will wake up and I will pray.
I will eat and then I will pray.
I will study and I will pray.
In all things prayer has become a constant.

Is it the ritual that comforts me or is it still an unwavering belief that someone is listening? That something will pull forth the beauty, hope and joy that is being human again so that the tug of war of the spirit remains balanced?

I want to believe, but how many more of us must fall to death or darkness before our gods stop standing idle?

There's a sickness in this city. A poison. I'm not the only one that's felt it, but I'm helpless to purge it. I am helpless to do anything, but read my books and hope that I pass on the right information to the right person at the right time.

That's what I pray for now. Not that I will have the strength to overcome the impossible, but that I will have the insight to help others on their own journeys of overcoming the impossible.

Anyone no matter caste or general standing has the potential to be a hero as much as they have the potential to be a villain. If the gods won't pull us back from the precipice of destruction and corruption, then we must pull ourselves. We must reach with open eyes, hearts and minds from the lowest to the highest and stand together as one before our egos divide us any further and we fall to the grips of damnation.

Written By Audric

Jan. 30, 2017, 3:50 a.m.(10/18/1005 AR)

Ah, my lovely journal. My constant companion, the one who is without judgment. Am I saddened by recent events? Of course. Archduchess Esera and I got along the few times that we spoke. Donrai was relatively funny. Leo was fun to mock, and Dawn was fun to vex. Maybe one or two of them still live, and may see this? Who knows! I've never kept my entertainments with people private. It's one of those things that a lot of people just don't quite grasp, but a sellsword does. We laugh when a brother in arms dies. We mock them, and we make fun of their flaws. Because it is all done in good cheer, and good fun, and a companion doesn't mourn their loss! They honor the story that they told, and they look forward to seeing them again at some point. Here's my point, my dearest journal: Death comes to us all. We throw ourselves into danger, into tribulation, because life is fun. Because telling a boring story just isn't a life worth living. And then we laugh at each others' fuckups once we're dead, because we know our friends will laugh at ours.

Written By Merek

Jan. 30, 2017, 2:25 a.m.(10/18/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Reese

I have been serving alongside Princess Reese. She is quite nice, and skilled as a member of the Iron Guard. I hope that we are able to work together more.

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