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Written By Bran

June 27, 2021, 12:51 p.m.(9/25/1015 AR)

Too close. Who knows that the fragile fabric of peace is so imperceptible when one's life has been mired in war?

We must learn. We will learn.

Written By Bran

May 26, 2021, 1:08 a.m.(7/16/1015 AR)

It was a night of song and contemplation. While the mysteries of the Stone Grove are as impenetrable as ever, the flora has never seemed as lively before. To be fair, I have not visited this grove before, having had only short dalliances in Arx... I am no poet - I merely recall the verses of others, yet it was surely enough to calm the mind and spirit.

Written By Bran

May 18, 2021, 9:28 p.m.(7/1/1015 AR)

Stormheart's Unkindness shattered into pieces this morning, when I was merely striking a practice target. Perhaps I should have known that such an old weapon, probably made by smiths who have never seen the sea, would not stand up to the hail of salt and rain that tend to accompany any moderately long voyage. The blade which fought beside me through a dozen battles will be fondly remembered - I could still remember its proudest day, when we were marching near the foothills of the Galefont. It proved its worth in an ambush of my retinue, when the main body of troops was already ahead of us...

The legendary smith of Arx, Archlector Felix Meadson, agreed to forge a new blade in the likeness of Stormheart's Unkindness. At an exceedingly generous price no less. So there is reason for his garnering of my Rosalind's favor; his kindness is especially felt by one such as I, still unfamiliar with many customs of the compact.

Arx has changed indeed. Perhaps not noticed by those who have lived here their entire lives, but I feel that it has become kinder to the kin of Ravenseye. Perhaps we are more appreciated by virtue of our naval efforts supporting the Redrain fleet.

Written By Bran

May 16, 2021, 5:17 p.m.(6/25/1015 AR)

The city has changed. For one, I don't remember these absurd prices - the pilot guiding our vessel into the docks asked for what I believe to be equivalent to half a month's wages when I last left. For another, the maze of streets and corridors seem to have only gotten more complex - its reputation as a nightmare for invaders could not be upheld any better. Speaking of unpleasant surprises for invaders, there have been some pleasant surprises up north: The river spirits apparently remain fond of playing tricks on the unwary - the local militia chiefs report that two separate raiding parties from the Galefont subalpine zones have been swept away by flash floods...

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