Written By Petra
Aug. 29, 2021, 9:47 p.m.(2/11/1016 AR)
I had an interesting conversation with a peculiar woman. A tale of old things, thievery, and adventure. I am unsure whether I am glad to be a part of this new adventure or not. Our family has had enough heartbreak in it's time.
Written By Petra
Aug. 1, 2021, 10:34 p.m.(12/11/1015 AR)
I had an idea, though I am unsure how well it would be received. I thought it could be fun if different families of both the common folk and the peerage could host events sharing some of their interesting family traditions. I think it would be wonderful as it could show the truly human side of who we all are. Though, I also understand that some of the families might like to keep their traditions a secret.
Written By Petra
Aug. 1, 2021, 10:31 p.m.(12/11/1015 AR)
I had the most marvelous time meeting members of the Peerage and of this fine city at the Golden Hart. It was the most marvelous of times. My nephew decided to dance and I /tried/ to sing. Alas, I am out of practice in the singing area. I guess it will just take practice.
Written By Petra
Aug. 1, 2021, 10:30 p.m.(12/11/1015 AR)
I received a letter from Riva. Something is going on there with the fish it seems. The fishermen are reporting that their fish are rotten, dead, or too sick for humans to eat. I am going to work to assemble a team to go and discover the cause.
Written By Petra
July 11, 2021, 7:37 p.m.(10/25/1015 AR)
Once again, I find myself returning to the capital city of the Compact. Things are pretty much as I remember them. I have spent the last few weekd reacquainting myself to the city and my family that lived here. I am hoping to become of service to both the Spirit Walkers and the Physician's guild. There is much work to be done in that regards.
Written By Petra
Jan. 14, 2020, 8:01 p.m.(7/23/1012 AR)
Our shrines and holy places are not to be defiled. May the winds and the Sentinel bring swift justice to any who try.
Written By Petra
Jan. 3, 2020, 1:59 a.m.(6/27/1012 AR)
I heard a crow outside my window last night. Or perhaps I dreamed it. A children's song with morbid words lingers in my mind. It would seem I am not the only one.
Written By Petra
Dec. 13, 2019, 9:14 a.m.(5/14/1012 AR)
Love is a risk, it is true. We find ourselves changed by it. When love is lost, the hurt is profound. But we cannot allow loss to weaken our resolve, nor can we let it blind us.
To love, and then to lose it, is as all things, an experience to help us grow and learn. But to close our hearts to the possibility of new love and hope is to live in darkness, and alone. We are none of us an island unto ourselves. Together, we are strong.
To love, and then to lose it, is as all things, an experience to help us grow and learn. But to close our hearts to the possibility of new love and hope is to live in darkness, and alone. We are none of us an island unto ourselves. Together, we are strong.
Written By Petra
Dec. 12, 2019, 6:30 p.m.(5/13/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Teagan
Do not let your fear cloud your vision. Our fate is ours to choose, if we are vigilant.
Written By Petra
Dec. 11, 2019, 3:38 a.m.(5/9/1012 AR)
I return to the city after a long absence, and pay my tribute to Vellichor with this journal entry. I understand it is the custom.
The city has been most welcoming so far. I have been accepted into the Spirit Walkers and will seek admittance into the physician's Guild as well. I hope I will find many opportunities to be of help to my family in these troubling times.
It will take me some time to understand fully what is in store for me here, and to learn the customs. There are many things heard today that I do not understand. But I am patient. I will learn in time.
I enjoyed the Mercier Tea Shop. I see myself returning there often. Lord Ciaran Farshaw also recommended his family's coffee place. I am intrigued enough to seek it soon.
Today was a day of meeting people. I look forward to meeting more in the coming weeks.
The city has been most welcoming so far. I have been accepted into the Spirit Walkers and will seek admittance into the physician's Guild as well. I hope I will find many opportunities to be of help to my family in these troubling times.
It will take me some time to understand fully what is in store for me here, and to learn the customs. There are many things heard today that I do not understand. But I am patient. I will learn in time.
I enjoyed the Mercier Tea Shop. I see myself returning there often. Lord Ciaran Farshaw also recommended his family's coffee place. I am intrigued enough to seek it soon.
Today was a day of meeting people. I look forward to meeting more in the coming weeks.
Written By Petra
June 13, 2018, 8:49 a.m.(12/23/1008 AR)
I find myself joining the social aspect of Arx more and more of late. It is a balm to the soul, after the time I have spent on my own, and I am glad of it. I have spent some time reading palms, more of an entertainment for salons and drawing rooms than listening to the winds. I'm still acclimating to the customs of the dryfeet, as of yet no one has expressed anger at my readings, but I suspect that may happen sometime.
Now I wonder, in which direction will we head next?
Now I wonder, in which direction will we head next?
Written By Petra
May 20, 2018, 11:26 p.m.(10/12/1008 AR)
I sit here on this fine evening, enjoying a smoke and looking out over the Rivenshari expanse, I find my thoughts drifting to the river and the life we used to lead upon it. It was only a few years ago but it seems like a dream -- and like all dreams, the memory of it is slipping away no matter how tightly I attempt to hold onto it.
My husband.
My child.
I still see their faces but I can no longer recall their voices. I dread to think what I will forget next.
But we are forging a life here and we despite all we have been through, we -- the survivors -- stand proud. I cherish the family I have left and I will protect them until my dying breath. The Rivenshari will be strong again.
My husband.
My child.
I still see their faces but I can no longer recall their voices. I dread to think what I will forget next.
But we are forging a life here and we despite all we have been through, we -- the survivors -- stand proud. I cherish the family I have left and I will protect them until my dying breath. The Rivenshari will be strong again.
Written By Petra
April 29, 2018, 11:47 p.m.(8/23/1008 AR)
We have been part of the Compact -- and noble -- for about two years. It is still so strange sometimes -- a new world filled with new customs. Sometimes, I feel like we have hit rapids and are at risk of being smashed against the rocks. Luckily, a kind soul has offered instruction in the social particulars of this place. Hopefully this means smooth waters ahead.
Written By Petra
April 16, 2018, 12:34 a.m.(7/22/1008 AR)
I am so proud of our people, of the Rivenshari. We stayed true to ourselves but kept our hearts and minds open while we sought a path forward with honesty and peace. It fills me with hope for the future.
To the gentle breezes that guide us, I thank you.
To the gentle breezes that guide us, I thank you.
Written By Petra
April 7, 2018, 6:51 p.m.(7/6/1008 AR)
I have been common. I am now noble. So I have both perspectives -- although with the former, it was outside the confines of the Compact. Confines? Safety. What have you.
When the Rivenshari lived on the currents and listened to the wind, there was a certain amount of freedom in that. We went where we pleased, we did as we wished. We were responsible to no one but ourselves and no law bound us. But there were struggles too. We were exposed, vulnerable. At any moment, our fortunes could turn. Eventually, they did -- and we lost much. Too much, really.
And now we are noble and members of this Compact. The freedom we knew on the river is gone and in its place: rules, responsibilities, obligations. It is a just cause, this mantle we now wear, even if it is taking some getting used to. What remains of our people -- they are safe. They enjoy the freedom of not having to worry about fortune turning on a shifting breeze.
So we remember where we came from and honor where we are now. And with our heads held high, we follow this new current and listen to this new wind.
When the Rivenshari lived on the currents and listened to the wind, there was a certain amount of freedom in that. We went where we pleased, we did as we wished. We were responsible to no one but ourselves and no law bound us. But there were struggles too. We were exposed, vulnerable. At any moment, our fortunes could turn. Eventually, they did -- and we lost much. Too much, really.
And now we are noble and members of this Compact. The freedom we knew on the river is gone and in its place: rules, responsibilities, obligations. It is a just cause, this mantle we now wear, even if it is taking some getting used to. What remains of our people -- they are safe. They enjoy the freedom of not having to worry about fortune turning on a shifting breeze.
So we remember where we came from and honor where we are now. And with our heads held high, we follow this new current and listen to this new wind.
Written By Petra
March 25, 2018, 10:28 p.m.(6/6/1008 AR)
To those who are gone, we will not forget you.
To those who are remain, we will carry forward.
To those who are still to come, we will share the memories we bear and the wisdom gained.
To those who are remain, we will carry forward.
To those who are still to come, we will share the memories we bear and the wisdom gained.
Written By Petra
March 22, 2018, 5:23 a.m.(5/26/1008 AR)
I came across a pair of underpants in the street. Arx .. is a strange place. These dryfeets have odd customs, discarding such things in public like this.
Anyway, I picked them up with a stick and carried them home to be washed thoroughly. I am quite curious as to what the story is behind these undergarments. We will see if anyone claims them.
Anyway, I picked them up with a stick and carried them home to be washed thoroughly. I am quite curious as to what the story is behind these undergarments. We will see if anyone claims them.
Written By Petra
March 18, 2018, 4:42 p.m.(5/19/1008 AR)
I like to stand in the city center and watch the flow of people going about their day, their movements through the area akin to currents in the river. What journeys are they on, I often find myself wondering.
I met two men there the other day. The first tucked his pain behind a smile, keeping it hidden from view. The other used his like a shield to push the entire world away. Which approach is right? Time will answer that question.
With war raging, I feel that there will be more of these wounded souls returning to us. More smiles that mask something deeper. More defensive aloofness used to erect a wall of solitude. How best to show compassion? How best to extend a hand?
I cannot say.
I met two men there the other day. The first tucked his pain behind a smile, keeping it hidden from view. The other used his like a shield to push the entire world away. Which approach is right? Time will answer that question.
With war raging, I feel that there will be more of these wounded souls returning to us. More smiles that mask something deeper. More defensive aloofness used to erect a wall of solitude. How best to show compassion? How best to extend a hand?
I cannot say.
Written By Petra
March 11, 2018, 12:17 p.m.(5/5/1008 AR)
The winds speak of conflict again, their whispers loud in my ears. I worry for what is left of my clan, my family -- the last time, so many of us fell and the blood of our loved ones soaked the earth.
What will become of us this time?
May the spirits guide us to safety and victory.
What will become of us this time?
May the spirits guide us to safety and victory.
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