Written By Raja
Nov. 19, 2018, 12:16 a.m.(1/8/1010 AR)
I am extremely excited! For months I havebeen slaving away to save enough money for a new weapon! I was finally able to save the money to purchase all the materials. Though, I am unsure if I will be able to actually afford it's forging. I have sold all of my available resources and spent the vast majority of the money I earned. I will not give up! Whatever the price, I am willing to work for it! This will be something not handed to me. I /earned/ it! This gives me a sense of pride. I hope the Master Felix Meadson will have asmuch pride in the forging of it. I am only scared that it will be just stolen from me from never-do-wells in either high or low society. It happens both ways.
Written By Raja
Nov. 19, 2018, 12:10 a.m.(1/8/1010 AR)
I find that when I have new goals, I am generally a happier person. It means that I can work towards something. I am going to need to prove myself in my new life. I think something up my alley would be to join the Explorer Society. It would be fun to have tales to tell and to go see new places far and wide. Perhaps I can discover my own place of origin across the seas one day. Maybe it will be a dissapointment. I think it would be better to just sit back and dream of how wonderful a place it would be than to discover it is some cesspit. That's alright, I should not focus on the past, but on the future.
Written By Raja
Nov. 19, 2018, 12:05 a.m.(1/8/1010 AR)
Leaving the Cullers will be no easy task for me. When I was a child, they took me in from the streets. They fed me. They clothed me. They weren't exactly the best influence on a child, but I love them the same. I am nervous to embark on my new journey. There is a certain comfort of hiding in the Culler Den where I know what to expect. This new life ahead of me will mean some uncertainties for me. I don't know what to expect. Not much scares me, but this is admittedly intimidating.
Written By Raja
Nov. 4, 2018, 11:58 p.m.(12/8/1009 AR)
I decided to learn more about sailing. My earliest memories were on a boat. Why not go back to my roots? Maybe Magpie will teach me. Though, I really haven't talked to him much since I managed to piss him off. It was only a joke! Sure, I broke into his boat and took a nap on his hammock, but it was all in fun. Yeesh. Though, that was a long time ago. Maybe he has gotten over it.
Written By Raja
Nov. 4, 2018, 11:55 p.m.(12/8/1009 AR)
I recently have taken to read other people's journals. I find different people have some rather different styles. I have seen some petty squabbling. I thought journals were for telling your own story. Though, I see people using them as a social wapon against others. That's some petty shite. I find it hillarious and often find myself eating snacks while reading some of these. It also shows how out of touch I am with some of the people I called friends. I found out two people were fathers and I had no idea! Does this make me a terrible friend? I don't know. I just get really out of touch. I never really got into the whole journal thing until recently. Maybe I should have been doing this all along.
Written By Raja
Oct. 20, 2018, 5:03 p.m.(11/3/1009 AR)
I embarked on this venture to learn the roots of my past. There are things that I discovered that caused me to drown in bottles of whiskey. Though, there is also light. I have also discovered other things that make me want to drink in celebration! Whiskey is good for all occasions! I will not write all these things here. I am still processing the vast bits of information that I have learned.
Written By Raja
Sept. 13, 2018, 11:05 p.m.(8/7/1009 AR)
I knew I would not like the answers that I sought. Ignorance is bliss.
Written By Raja
Sept. 9, 2018, 11:47 p.m.(7/24/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Mae
Mae is a rather nice Culler. She has always been kind to me. I trust her judgement. I consider her a friend and as such would do just about anything for her.
Written By Raja
Sept. 2, 2018, 12:57 p.m.(7/5/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Jhond
Jhond is a whisper. He has proven to be a very valuable ally and I should say a good friend. He has become a rather good go-between for myself and the elite of the city. I am not exactly the most proper of people and he can help me from overly offending the thin skinned of Arx.
Written By Raja
Sept. 2, 2018, 12:19 p.m.(7/5/1009 AR)
You know, sometimes when we seek our answers, all we find is more unanswered questions. Still, with the answers that I have found, I am quite excited, yet apprehensive to learn more. One thing is certain, this new adventure in my life is forcing me to meet new people. In some ways this is good, I suppose. It at least makes me rise up and out of the sludges of the boroughs. My friend Jhond tells me I should make myself more presentable so some of these new people will respect myself more. What's wrong with blood-stained leathers? Ha! Silly silks and their propriety.
Written By Raja
July 11, 2018, 11:12 p.m.(3/5/1009 AR)
I have decided to begin searching for the answers of my past. I may find nothing. I may find everything. I may find that I don't want to know what I found. I tried to go out to sea for some time, despite all the dangers that lurk around the corners. I came from the sea. Where? I do not know. I figure it is the sea that I shall first look.
Written By Raja
Oct. 19, 2017, 9:49 a.m.(6/6/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Orathy
I was a scrawny slip of a girl, living on the streets. Hunger drove me to steal Orathy's lunch one day. I couldn't help myself. While he was talking to someone, I approached and just reached up to grap his food! It was but a half a moment before he turned back around to discover his meal gone and me slipping away with it under my arm. He chased me through the alleys, but I gave him the slip! When I made it to a quiet place, I sat down and proceeded to eat my ill-gotten meal. I was about halfway finished when I heard his voice behind me. I nearly choked on my food! I had thought for sure I was going to receive the beating of my life. My short, miserable life flashed before my eyes! However, it did not happen that way. Instead, he allowed me to finish the meal and drew me in with the Cullers. I had a bed to sleep in and food in my belly. I will never forget that kindness.
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