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Written By Tristram

Jan. 28, 2017, 1:09 p.m.(10/13/1005 AR)

I had decided to take this week off, for the most part. It's not that I don't still work--I have meetings, we talk, we try to fix things, more meetings, etcetera. But no asking for support, no real *pushing*, because--well--the project I'd been working on since the Assembly was completed; I finished the last volume (for now at least, though undoubtedly, there shall be more); etc. Yet I still find myself trying. I met with Isolde yesterday--she seemed, of all things, lonely; especially with Esera missing. All I need is a target, and we'll get her back--but that's a meaningless comfort, I think. She follows the Thirteenth. In fact, she's the Thirteenth's most public and obvious follower. Yet she's estranged, she's pushed out. I recall a notice early on as to why--an educational bit in the Shrine she gave that was pretty out there. Looking back on it I'm not sure if she was altogether wrong.

Written By Bethany

Jan. 28, 2017, 1:06 p.m.(10/13/1005 AR)

Change comes from within.

Change occurs when you try to be what you are versus what you are not.

Change does not take place through a coercive attempt by the individual or by another person to change them, but it does take place if one takes the time and effort to be what they are -- to be fully invested in their current positions. By rejecting the role, we make meaningful and orderly change possible.

Written By Margot

Jan. 28, 2017, 12:55 p.m.(10/13/1005 AR)

An age has ended. Donrai Thrax is dead.

As his ward, Donrai held my lands in his care and now, given I have reached an age of majority it is time for a Tyde to sit in Tydehall once more. And so today I formally take back my place, as Dutchess of the Tydelands.

And on this day further, to assure the Compact that there will be no repeating of the days of your, I swear the Tydelands in support of Prince Dagon's succession to the throne. May his rule be filled with victories, the blood of our enemies, and demonstrate the might of the Mourning Isles united rather than divided.

Duchess Margot Tyde.

Written By Fiachra

Jan. 28, 2017, 12:40 p.m.(10/13/1005 AR)

Some would say that as a heathen prodigal, I don't know what honour is. I knew what it was when I was but an Abandoned woodsman, fighting to protect my clan and my home. I know what it is now, having come to Arx to offer my skills and talents in service of the Compact in general and the Oathlands in particular.

A sickness has fallen over the land. It's going to take a great effort to root it out and destroy it. Our future is at stake, as well as the lives of everyone and everything in Arvum. I fight for all; those of the Faith, those of shamanistic beliefs like myself, and yes, even for those Abandoned who still choose to live apart. Not so long ago, I was one of them, after all. I fight because not only is it the right thing to do, it is the honourable thing to do.

There is too much at stake to be distracted by greed, narcissism, or one of many other things that shouldn't matter right now.

Written By Eirene

Jan. 28, 2017, 12:36 p.m.(10/13/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Donrai

The old bastard is dead. It's something I thought couldn't happen. I regret never speaking to him; the man was a master of the cutting remark and the scathing glare. He said more with a snide retort than others could in eloquent praise going on for pages worth. They're cutting us down one by one until only unbloodied children and greenhands are left. Fuck all if I let them take me without a fight...

I doubt I'm going to sleep anytime soon.

Written By Drea

Jan. 28, 2017, 11:29 a.m.(10/13/1005 AR)

Devastation. I have cried for several days at what has happened. It has taken me some time to pull myself together and just be. I can't let events like this pull me down or make me lose focus. It is hard though, but I know deep down inside this is what someone or some-thing wants. I won't give them that satisfaction. I've resolved myself to restore and renew, healing can still be done!

Written By Lydia

Jan. 28, 2017, 8:31 a.m.(10/13/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Niamh

The duel is fought and won.

She fought wonderfully, as I knew that she would. I've seen her in the practice ring enough to know that her position is well earned. Hopefully, this victory will also push all the naysayers back to choosing proper champions to defend them in their duels.

Written By Sigurd

Jan. 28, 2017, 3:45 a.m.(10/12/1005 AR)

Sleep comes slow tonight, as it does so often these days. The days are filled with tales of monsters and treachery and intrigue, and the nights are filled with worry.

Worry about what tomorrow brings. Worry about things slipping out of our grasp. Or is it that they already have? Worry about seeing another dawn.

What is truth? What is a lie? What can we do to even tell the difference? Would that matter?

And most of all, they are filled with the fear of loss. Those already lost. Those in danger of being taken. Those will are even now being put in danger.

The comfort is next to me. The peace is offered. But the thoughts remain, etched into me like a knife across granite. Shallow now, but if they continue...

Written By Denica

Jan. 28, 2017, 2:57 a.m.(10/12/1005 AR)

Everything hinges on every moment. I can feel time ticking on as I lay in bed. I've snuffed the lamp countless times, only to stare at the black ceiling of my bed's canopy. I wish I were staring at true stars, not the bits of beads that approximate them.

I wish I were far from here. But I don't want to be anywhere but here.

These paradoxes are cyclical, and I feel I cannot escape them, not tonight. For if I sleep, I mightn't again wake. Is that from the madness of a depleted mind, or is that paranoia well reasoned?

I need the cold air upon my face, icy salt water, piercing wind. But I can't so much as leave my covers.

Please, whomever is listening: let me sleep, won't you?

Written By Leona

Jan. 28, 2017, 1:19 a.m.(10/12/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Valerius

Oh, little brother. I see you, trying to turn the tables and protect me for once. Even when I don't need to be protected. But after all these years, I still love you every bit as much. I'm proud of you, with all your wine and women and shenanigans untold, I see the man you've become and I love you for it. Keep it up, brother-mine. They haven't seen anything yet.

Written By Valerius

Jan. 27, 2017, 11:23 p.m.(10/12/1005 AR)

I’ve been given a task by my cousins that only I can accomplish. But that’s not the important part. The important thing is that, despite the task being quite necessary, I’ve no interest in doing it. I will, because I’m asked to, but I take no joy in it. No satisfaction. No pleasure.

And now, a long-time friend has been whisked away and I’m completely in the dark to why.

I’d much prefer a drink.

Written By Felix

Jan. 27, 2017, 11:04 p.m.(10/12/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Kima

You are an extremely skilled and honorable fighter. You do your House proud, Baroness Kima. May Gild watch your path and Gloria smile upon you favorably.

Written By Valerius

Jan. 27, 2017, 10:34 p.m.(10/12/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Leona

I love my sisters. More than the world. More than all of the ships in the fleet, than the clothes on my back, than all of the drink I could take. More than anything. It wounds me that my family doesn’t feel the same way.

Leona might be a Champion of the King’s Own, but before that she was mine. She was my rock, my protector, and the one who watched out for me when I needed it most. When I was told she saved the future king’s life, I wasn’t even surprised.

But now it’s my chance to be her protector. Life is difficult, and often unfair, and I will do everything I can to make that a little less so for her. She already has enough to worry about.

Written By Juliet

Jan. 27, 2017, 10:29 p.m.(10/12/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Selene

Most Radiant Selene was kind enough to offer me a standing invitation to Whisper House.

I admit, I continue to be in awe by her grace and generosity. Every time I do met her, I am humbled and reminded why she is the brightest star of House Whisper.

Written By Belladonna

Jan. 27, 2017, 9:37 p.m.(10/11/1005 AR)

I was championed today by Lady Niamh Greenmarch of the Champion's guild. She fought Baroness Kima Saik, who stood for Duke Hadrian Malvici. Both women fought incredibly well, and the Sentinel favored my cause.

Duke Hadrian has apologized, and he has retracted his insult. I consider the matter settled, and will hear no words spoken against him on the matter. The Lyceum must stand together in these coming days, and solving these sorts of problems in the traditional way allows us all to do so.

Thank you, Champions.
Thank you, Duke Hadrian.

Written By Valencia

Jan. 27, 2017, 9:16 p.m.(10/11/1005 AR)

So many I am worried about. My uncle Niccolo, Max, Luca, Azne, Asger, Gavin are a few that spring to mind.

Niccolo and Max bring me most pause right now. Especially Niccolo. Gods, if I lose him...

And yet I feel unable to help. And if I cannot help, what use am I?


Written By Valencia

Jan. 27, 2017, 9:12 p.m.(10/11/1005 AR)

Yet another thing dear to me taken.

It begs the question just how much more I will lose before the day is done.

More importantly, how might I arrest this most unhappy and unwanted trend.

I am fear I am about to cease being so very gracious about losing such things.


Written By Felix

Jan. 27, 2017, 9:11 p.m.(10/11/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Niamh

Oooooh. She's slender and blond and with no lack of sass.
Praise the Grandmaster! and her wonderful...axe.

Written By Angelo

Jan. 27, 2017, 9:08 p.m.(10/11/1005 AR)

It is days such as these that remind me of the wheezing of your chest, your painfully wet coughs, the blood spatters on your sleeves.

Written By Alarie

Jan. 27, 2017, 8:36 p.m.(10/11/1005 AR)

I made a fine seasilk dress in an austere Thraxian fashion. It was put up in a fashion show that was held by the Whisper house. At first, I seriously doubted myself and my abilities. With the current frown upon the more somber fashions of Thrax, I was worried that my creation would be disregarded. I was wrong. I am glad to be wrong! It seems the dress I created was a great success! Now I am eager to see how well it fares with the upcoming auction. I spent quite a bit of money investing into that dress.

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