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Written By Elora

Oct. 9, 2022, 10:46 p.m.(7/13/1018 AR)

I'm so glad to hear that my patroness is returned alive. Her gift would have been bittersweet otherwise, and I'm a little tired of bittersweet these days.

Written By Elora

Sept. 26, 2022, 8:49 p.m.(6/15/1018 AR)

Relationship Note on Mabelle

I have a new patron. My hope is that she won't mind that I'm quiet, but I look forward to learning more about people from watching her engage with them.

Written By Elora

Sept. 26, 2022, 8:47 p.m.(6/15/1018 AR)

With all the devastation in the Thraxian civil war, all the upset and commotion of Arx these days, all those who lose their lives or lose life as they know it, my heart goes out to the people of Arvum. I have known great loss and experienced wounds that will never be truly gone. I wish I could spare others that pain, but I cannot. All I can hope is that those left behind will find grace enough to heal.

Life continues. When the forest burns to the ground, somehow life returns. The trees take a long time to regrow, but they regrow and regrow stronger. The birds return. The bear marks the new trunks and so reestablishes his territory. Seeds that were already blanketed by earth are enriched by the ash, and the flowers reappear during their appointed season.

May we be as the forest. May the worst cause us to grow with renewed vigor and rest safely in the knowledge that life doesn't just give up.

Written By Elora

Sept. 23, 2022, 11:46 p.m.(6/9/1018 AR)

Murdoch and Essie are lovely children, happy ones who love to burble and coo. That being said, Essie has colic, which will blessedly pass with time. The poor dear is miserable in the evenings, and I find myself praying that we all make it through this with our sanity intact. She cries very loudly.

Written By Elora

Sept. 23, 2022, 11:41 p.m.(6/9/1018 AR)

I have a new patron. I hope that we are able to spend time together.

Written By Elora

June 20, 2022, 12:43 a.m.(11/11/1017 AR)

As Lord Triton has already said, I'm expecting. A late spring birth, no less. I'm hoping to hear back from the First Harlequin soon.

Written By Elora

June 5, 2022, 3:21 p.m.(10/10/1017 AR)

There was something about his smile that made me feel wary.

Written By Elora

April 24, 2022, 1:48 p.m.(7/10/1017 AR)

Softest Whisper Aconite asked me to help mount a talent show and exhibition for the animals and pets of Arx. I could -not- be more delighted.

Written By Elora

April 8, 2022, 3:09 p.m.(6/6/1017 AR)

I'm getting ready to go home. Not Hawkhold. Not Stormheart, which I've yet to see. The home of my birth. The Mercier vineyards.

I'm steeling myself as much as possible to see the vines untended, to hear no noise, to encounter nothing but memories. This is not going to be easy.

Thankfully, I will not be alone. My husband and sisters-in-law will be with me. Duchess Ashford, Lord Ian, and Lord Vitalis are coming as well. And, of course, my beloved dogs. How could I travel there without Josse, either? My hope is that we will discover what happened to my family, that we'll find out who took my parents and siblings, my aunts, uncles, grandparents, and cousins from me.

Sentinel, give me justice for their murders.

Written By Elora

April 6, 2022, 7:41 a.m.(6/2/1017 AR)

And so, I am now Elora Ravenseye.

Written By Elora

April 2, 2022, 4:21 p.m.(5/22/1017 AR)

After the spring hunt, I'm determined that the hounds of Ravenseye will come from Onida and his breed.

Written By Elora

March 31, 2022, 12:41 a.m.(5/17/1017 AR)

Tonight was a rough night. As the evening grew, Onida and I were walking the forests at Lord Titus' hunt, and a bear attacked. Somehow we didn't see it before it was too late.

I cannot tell, Scholar, how long it took, but we were fighting for our lives. Gods be praised, I was untouched and Onida took little more than a scratch. I'm exhausted, so very tired. Lord Triton and Lord Richard Wyvernheart helped me get the bear out of the woods, and I made arrangements for the bear meat to be distributed to those in need, along with the buck. I let Onida have the rabbit for himself.

It was nice though. It was like having Jyri there in a small way, and I know he'd be even prouder of Onida than I am. He's such a good dog.

Written By Elora

March 20, 2022, 9:46 a.m.(4/24/1017 AR)

Relationship Note on Aella

A noble marriage is only as solid as the strengthening of Houses. A union that doesn't help those sworn to their liege has little purpose.

The contract between Whitehawk and Ravenseye is a good one. Hawkhold and its people will be the better for it; Stormheart and its people will be the better for it. My only hope is that it stays that way, that I'm able to support them and bring good to Ravenseye.

Written By Elora

March 13, 2022, 7:06 a.m.(4/10/1017 AR)

Pulled between memory and prospect, my thoughts are spinning slowly.

A big part of me will always belong to Jyri, but I know he wouldn't be impressed if I hid away for the rest of my life. I also have a responsibility to see to the well-being of Whitehawk's people. Hawkhold will be strengthened and enriched, with new allies and new markets. My only remaining hope is that I am able to help the people who will become mine.

Written By Elora

March 13, 2022, 6:53 a.m.(4/10/1017 AR)

It's a strange feeling, being pulled between memory and imagiings

Written By Elora

Jan. 30, 2022, 10:05 a.m.(1/10/1017 AR)

I imagine we'll soon find out if House Grayson is successful in retaking Bastion. Gods I hope they are. The presence of the Abyss will spread if they are not.

Written By Elora

Jan. 30, 2022, 10 a.m.(1/10/1017 AR)

Dinner with strangers is a lovely opportunity to people watch.

Written By Elora

Jan. 16, 2022, 11:36 a.m.(12/10/1016 AR)

My mother would not want to be remembered with tears. Neither my aunts, uncles, or cousins. I will celebrate their passion and respect their legacy, wine glass firmly in hand.

Written By Elora

Dec. 26, 2021, 7:52 p.m.(10/25/1016 AR)

The comfort one finds in a smile is inestimable.

Written By Elora

Dec. 26, 2021, 7:51 p.m.(10/25/1016 AR)

Once again, I find myself forced to say that my cherished ones are dead. Losing my husband was a blow; losing my family is no less staggering. I pray the gods are willing, for I want to know what happened this time. If I can arrange passage, I mean to travel to the vinyards again, perhaps to see what remains.

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