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Written By Mabelle

May 31, 2019, 5:44 a.m.(3/13/1011 AR)

There seems to be a jester in house Laurent. However put on that horrifying portrait, know my heart stops every time I step out of my room. Especially at night!

Written By Silas

May 31, 2019, 5:30 a.m.(3/13/1011 AR)

Relationship Note on Lazarus

Murdered older brother. Complicated.

Written By Juniper

May 31, 2019, 4:58 a.m.(3/13/1011 AR)

Seeing to the wounded and ill, including myself, while limited to the use of one hand is... inconvenient. Another layer of empathy for those I look after. A better understanding of why patience frays, with body and self and those around.

Such unexpected lessons to be found in the unanticipated. Thank goodness for the constant that is a good Northern whisky, to help with the pain once all my chores are done.

Written By Rook

May 31, 2019, 4:45 a.m.(3/13/1011 AR)

Relationship Note on Wren

Good Merchant - You and I should likely talk about your plans for the auction house and how either I or the Silver Consortium can assist in the ambitious plans you have.

A growing economy in the city that benefits us all, benefits the Crown and something I would be certain to support.

Written By Eiran

May 31, 2019, 2:07 a.m.(3/13/1011 AR)

Relationship Note on Norwood

Not a literature fan, evidently.

Written By Silas

May 31, 2019, 12:05 a.m.(3/13/1011 AR)

Iron Guards come in all shapes and sizes, as do their blades. Or maces. Or bows.

Learning to defend yourself -without- using a weapon is also invaluable in our line of work, but I realize one can only be an expert at so many things.

Written By Flavien

May 30, 2019, 10:46 p.m.(3/12/1011 AR)

Why is there so much screaming at night in this place? I should have just stayed in the inn. I really should have stayed in the inn...

Written By Ahmar

May 30, 2019, 10:38 p.m.(3/12/1011 AR)

Relationship Note on Azolla

I will miss you sister. I am sorry I was not there for you when you needed me most. A failure I fear I will never truly recover from.

Written By Ahmar

May 30, 2019, 10:35 p.m.(3/12/1011 AR)

Relationship Note on Azolla

I will miss you sister. I am so sorry I wasn't there for you when you really needed me. A failure I fear I will never recover from.

Written By Lucita

May 30, 2019, 10:15 p.m.(3/12/1011 AR)

Relationship Note on Tescelina

A new singing student! One who has an interest in the stars and research. I'm wondering where her combination of interests will take her.

Written By Wren

May 30, 2019, 10:09 p.m.(3/12/1011 AR)

I have a lot of work ahead of me, but it is but the first step toward a splendid path. My family is thrilled for me as they realize this means I am here; I am not going to sneak away into the night and not return for months on end. I am here.

I am going to gut the whole auction house, repaint it, and fix the flooring. The skylight needs to be examined to ensure there are no leaks, no glass that might require repairing. And of course, it will need a good scrubbing as well.

Once I have everything put to right order, she'll be ready to open back up and see what beautiful treasures might grace her stage to the delight of bidders.

Written By Calaudrin

May 30, 2019, 9:36 p.m.(3/12/1011 AR)

Relationship Note on Kenna

You HAVE to wield a sword? Sorry, I can't hear you over my twenty plus years as an archer in the Iron Guard.

Written By Corban

May 30, 2019, 3:58 p.m.(3/12/1011 AR)

There is a great work left undone. And it should rightly fall to us, his brothers and sisters, to complete it.

Lord Commander, we will see you installed where you were rightfully elected.

And as Arx endures, we will remember.

Written By Harlex

May 30, 2019, 3:40 p.m.(3/12/1011 AR)

I've assembled the amount of weapons I feel is appropriate for the offering.

Again, I want to say I'm grateful to those who reached out to me as much as those who passed along their armaments.

Remember that everything you've brought to an end, leads to a new beginning.

Written By Delilah

May 30, 2019, 3:39 p.m.(3/12/1011 AR)

I have begun to appreciate, in such abject terms, the importance of a good pair of boots. And pants. And a coat that keeps the wind out. For that, I a mutterly grateful in my current attire, for now I can pay more attention to the forests plunging down impossibly sharp, unforgiving slopes into a perilously deep ravine awash in white snow. The thaw won't come for some time yet, and I know the city remains buried under considerable dirfts. They seem like nothing compared to the glaciers capping these knife-sharp aretes, sliced and chipped from granite, leaving behind soaring vertical falls. Half-frozen rivers trace gelid, sinuous lines deep into the bedrock of their jagged beds. The air, so sparklingly cold and pure, drives a dagger between the ribs and leaves the mind swimming in lost thoughts before it's even apparent our breath is lost.

Human hands are so very far away upon these icy ramparts. What touches the sky here belongs to the raised palm, the stony mantle uplifting crooked fingers to snare lenticular clouds and send pangs of wonder reverberating through the bones. Our fires are more essential than ever, Lagoma's holy flame giving me comfort in those rare moments. The near misses.

It is so starkly beautiful here it hurts. That I could ever hope to capture a glimpse of stars in their brilliant dome of the sky, or somehow give sense of the majesty and enormity of where we stand. I understand a little better now the reverence and awe people hold their lands in. Especially in the north, where such vistas seem more accessible, more commonplace.

Could I walk on the bright glimmers of the stars, I would take you hand-in-hand, and let you see what watchfires blaze above, what spellbinding wonders lie below. What we have in this place is rare, and precious for that.

Written By Elisha

May 30, 2019, 2:36 p.m.(3/12/1011 AR)

Relationship Note on Salvador

Several times has Arx decayed, then blossomed again. Over centuries of decadence, emptied by demon-tithe, its height reduced by collapsing beams and shifts of terrain, the city's survivors emerged from palace cells in hordes, swarming like rats to rummage and gnaw, yet also to collect and patch, like nesting birds.

They grabbed everything that could be taken and put it in another place to serve a different use: brocade curtains ended up as patchwork skirts; in marble funerary urns they planted oregano; wrought-iron gratings torn from the bathhouse windows were used for roasting cat-meat on fires of parquetry flooring.

A new Arx took shape, all huts and hovels, festering sewers, rabbit cages. And yet, nothing was lost of Arx's former splendor; it was all there, merely arranged in a different order.

Days of poverty followed days of grandeur. Again and again, a sumptuous butterfly emerged from a beggared chrysalis until our current Arx crawled forth, overflowing with the shrines of infant gods and the wards of upstart clans. The shards of this city's original form are preserved under glass bells, locked in mirrored cases, set on velvet cushions.

Historians will reconstruct, through them, the great and ancient dreams of palace cells, and parquetry floors, and funerary urns.

Written By Peri

May 30, 2019, 11:47 a.m.(3/12/1011 AR)

I hear of so many signs and portents, but I never figure out what to _do_ about the warnings.

Written By Khanne

May 30, 2019, 11:32 a.m.(3/11/1011 AR)

I have not kept caught up on reading the journals brought to me for perusal. I have had other things taking precedence. Now, as I try to catch up with them, I find myself pouting when dirt is spilled and it was so long ago that I can't think who it is they are referring to! Maybe I should go back to keeping up more regularly.

Written By Dion

May 30, 2019, 11:10 a.m.(3/11/1011 AR)

Adventure calls! I think I'll go visit Stonehearth and see that oversized black stone temple of mirrors they've built. It sounds as though I'll barely recognize the place now, but hopefully I'll still be able to find the old fishing holes I favored in my youth.

I should probably spare any readers a full recounting of the time I nearly caught a dire rock bass there. It was glorious though, I assure you. I've never been happier to be dashed into rocks and half drowned. What a beautiful monster she was.

Written By Thena

May 30, 2019, 11:04 a.m.(3/11/1011 AR)

Relationship Note on Kenna

Really? No one ever told me that while I was in the Guard. You can even run a Faith Militant order as a dagger wielder, no matter what Sir Preston says.

You don't need to be good. Just better than the other guy.

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