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Written By Aric

June 20, 2018, 7:55 p.m.(1/18/1009 AR)

Relationship Note on Fairen

Marquis Fairen Leary... So, with the challenge made to my liege, Countess-Consort Reigna Keaton, wife of my cousin and as close to blood as it can get, I decided to spend the afternoon reading through the history of white journal exchanges between the two, to better understand the situation as I was not there for the initial incident.

Knowing Countess-Consort Keaton as well as I do, I can easily vouch for her unwavering integrity, warm heart and good nature and I have never known an instance that she has ever been duplicitous, disloyal or deceitful. I don't even think she is capable of such things by her very nature, so such accusations lead me to only one logical conclusion.

Marquis Leary has obviously lost his senses completely and I would highly recommend immediate attention by the Mercies at the House of Solace or whatever healer may be nearest. I have heard that they can do miraculous things with damages to the mind as well as the body and I wish him all of my best in a swift and full recovery to a working and whole mind again.

May Lagoma be with him and his family through what must be a very frightening and trying ordeal. If there is anything at all that I can do, I hope that they will see beyond any past slights with House Keaton, real or imagined, and reach out for the help they need.

Written By Aric

June 16, 2018, 10:04 p.m.(1/11/1009 AR)

And I thought I was a master at running the long con.... Well played. Well played, indeed.

Written By Aric

May 9, 2018, 5:17 p.m.(9/17/1008 AR)

I can't imagine this Salon getting any actual support when we can all see the real arguing and debating happens right here in the Archives on a daily basis! Please, gentlemen and ladies, continue! There will never be a day when Aric Keaton stops a man or woman from showing his or her ass, literally or figuratively.

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May 8, 2018, 10:36 p.m.(9/15/1008 AR)

I hope to die peacefully in my sleep like my grandfather, not screaming like the passengers in his wagon.

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May 7, 2018, 11:08 p.m.(9/13/1008 AR)

Well, a fun day reading through the Archives, for sure. A wise man once told me a story. Scratch that, he was a drunk and half insane, but the story still holds true. Two neighboring farmers, Milo and Cetus, had lived next to each other for several years. Cetus has moved to the land around five or six years back. They both owned the same amount of land and the same amount of livestock, yet Cetus' yield was always larger and more plentiful. His cows bore more calves, their were meatier and gave more milk. This disparity was evident and it always drove Milo a little mad to see his neighbor doing so much better than he was. Didn't Milo work just as hard? Put in just as many hours? Did he not set his livestock out to feed at the same times as Cetus? It made no sense to him, so he started getting more and more curious. He started peeking over the fence at Cetus while he worked, growing obsessed slowly and in turn, letting his own farm fall as he did so. Every day, he was sneaking around his barn for sight of Cetus and one day he saw Cetus talking to a cloaked man that he has never seen before. 'Maybe this is the secret?' Milo thought to himself and inches around his fence to try to get a better look at the man. As he gently climbed up the fence and tried to lean over to hear what was being said, he fell forward into a giant mound of cow droppings. So much that he was covered from head to waist in stinky brown manure. Cetus heard the noise, of course, and looked over with the priest also turning and saying a few words. As the old man told me this story, the moral was always the same. If you don't want to be covered in shit, then mind your fucking pasture.

Written By Aric

April 27, 2018, 9:23 a.m.(8/18/1008 AR)

Is it a bad thing to do a good thing when the timing is completely wrong? Is it selfish to want something so badly that you almost don't care if its right or wrong? Morally, not legally, of course.

Something I once wanted so fiercely I would have died for it long ago, yet it slipped away. And I did die, inside, with the loss of it. Now, it's back within grasp and every single emotion I have locked away for over ten years has come rushing back like a swollen river, threatening to drown me.

I've don't think I've ever been so excited yet completely afraid of anything in my life. It was so much easier when it was out of reach and inaccessible. I didn't have to think about what I'd lost. I also was content in knowing that I couldn't find some way to ruin it...

Written By Aric

March 24, 2018, 9:27 a.m.(6/3/1008 AR)

Had some great dagger and combat training with the mighty Caspian the other day! Talk about invigorating! I mean, sure, he knocked me out and I ate a mouthful of dirt, but this Caspian we are talking about. I must let me be known, though, that I did get one hit on him! I'll call it a victory for the day.

Written By Aric

March 14, 2018, 1:24 p.m.(5/11/1008 AR)

Relationship Note on Amari

So, that happened. I was hoping it would have gone better, but I thought I was prepared for the worst. I was wrong. Nothing thrown at me (by Amari, anyway), no punching or kicking. Just cold, polite words that stung harder than any of the many stab wounds I've endured in the past. Lady Veronica showed up, whom I last remember as a knobby kneed girl, and took her cousin's side right off. Add in Tessa to stir the pot and I was seconds from losing my temper completely when the Count and Countess arrived. I suppose it all could have gone worse. I am still alive, so that the gods for small favors and Amari says she forgives me, but this isn't anywhere near over and mended yet. I know that much.

On the plus side? I'm family, so they won't kick me out too quickly?

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March 13, 2018, 9:29 p.m.(5/10/1008 AR)

Relationship Note on Amari

Well, staring at the front door isn't getting anything done. I guess I better get this over with sooner, rather than later. If this is my last entry, know that I went willingly into my doom and that my sister should not be charged for her actions. I'd kill me, too, if I had the chance.

Who knows what hells she's been through without her big brother here to watch over her. I guess we're going to find out. Wish me luck!

Written By Aric

March 13, 2018, 1:07 p.m.(5/9/1008 AR)

They say that you can never go home again. Maybe what they really meant was that you shouldn't? It will never be what it was before, no matter what you've done in the time between leaving and returning. And I've done some things. Way too many things that it's best they never find out about. A few fingers still in a few pots, too.

Amari is going to kill me. I know that much already, but if I can get in good graces with the Count while he's still too new to know any better, I might just pull this off, after all. Father's too busy to care, if it is the same as it always was before. It's going to take some adjustment hearing 'Lord' again after so many years as just Aric. I fought so hard to shed this life and live on my own terms.

Consequences catch up with as all eventually, Faith knows. I guess the tariff is due.

And maybe I'll just watch the Keep a few more days. Just to be on the safe side?

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