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Written By Udell

Feb. 3, 2022, 10:34 a.m.(1/18/1017 AR)

It was heartening to see all those who were present for the prayer vigil to pray for those as Bastion. Although I was wholly surprised when Blessed Giada eyed me and expected me to speak aloud.

Written By Udell

Jan. 25, 2022, 10:47 a.m.(12/28/1016 AR)

Ah, another party and this one at least without being eaten or accosted, or any other such nonsense! I nearly won that contest of musical chairs, but goodness, that cider was STRONG.

Written By Udell

Jan. 20, 2022, 6:36 p.m.(12/19/1016 AR)

I loved attending the lecture regarding leeches and maggots in the Saving Grace. While very informative, I learned that a leech has thirty-two brains and that Princess Keely cannot stand the thought of wriggling things.

Written By Udell

Jan. 11, 2022, 11:09 a.m.(11/28/1016 AR)

Why is it that every time I attend a party, there has to be some Abyssal interruption which causes chaos and destruction?

The whole debacle cost the lives of many, one of which will be used as a rallying cry for years to come, with those facing such dangers finding themselves with "For Sir Frederico!" upon their lips.

I have come to realize that perhaps I may not be as useful in the treatment of such things as I may have anticipated. I will have to really learn how to fight, AFTER I order Tanith and Raymesin to take some time to enjoy themselves. Being stabbed puts things in perspective and turns on the Wheel are short enough as it is. [He asks as an aside to a passing Godsworn] I can do that, right?

Written By Udell

Jan. 9, 2022, 1:41 a.m.(11/23/1016 AR)

Princess Keely has somehow managed to entice me into attending yet another event, this time with the promise of some form of badgering dance. I was quite content to watch the goings on, but of course, I was called upon to dance! Lady Oriana was at least beautiful and gracious enough to not call attention to my complete lack of talent in such things. And I am still hearing the howls of laughter echoing in The Rectory.

Written By Udell

Jan. 8, 2022, 10:16 a.m.(11/22/1016 AR)

The Laurent play was quite outstanding as well, although I'm sure I cast a decided pall over the party afterwards, silently watching from my seat as though I were Death Herself. Though I expect no one will remember this after the mask with the flaming eyes floated over everyone's heads.

Written By Udell

Jan. 8, 2022, 10:13 a.m.(11/22/1016 AR)

I met with Father Vayne finally. A kindly man, who offered to help me in reading the curious volumes of old papers piled high on my desk. Thankfully Tanith managed to bake some lovely treats to assuage him with once he gets a headache from them as well.

Written By Udell

Jan. 1, 2022, 10:03 p.m.(11/9/1016 AR)

I do so enjoy spending time healing the wounded and tending to the sick. There is something almost reverent about it, taking what the Queen has given and making it as whole as possible once again.

Written By Udell

Dec. 31, 2021, 2:42 p.m.(11/6/1016 AR)

I really should commission another outfit. I don't mind the one that I have, but there is a masquerade ball and other events coming up, and at each one I attend, I have the distinct feeling that my humility causes me to appear as the worst dressed at all of them.

Written By Udell

Dec. 23, 2021, 10:58 a.m.(10/18/1016 AR)

I was made to give the benediction at the Assembly of Peers. I was not wholly prepared for such a thing, but it seemed to be fine, since it was remarked to be the fastest Assembly most have attended. I wonder if it was because everyone is in agreement or whether it was that my prayers were that bad?

Written By Udell

Dec. 19, 2021, 7:01 a.m.(10/10/1016 AR)

Smiling, always smiling.

Though the words sound like platitudes to many, She does speak to me in her way. Each new child born screaming into the world carries Her words: "Look, and see what promise I make to you. All things must end so that I may begin them again.". The bodies of the dead too speak loudly: "Celebrate what life you have, fill it with worthy endeavors that leave a mark on those around you.".

Cry, grieve, lament your loss. Love is written in the face of sadness, for we know it's nice to be missed but never is it nice to miss ourselves. Those who think these words are simple platitudes may have never held the hands of the dying, heard the first breaths of a child. How many times have I held someone's hand, only for them to grip it as if it were Her own that had reached out to them? How many babes have been given to us under the watchful gaze of Her Harlequins?

This is why I smile, not because there is no sadness, but because I know that when sadness comes, I am not alone.

Written By Udell

Dec. 16, 2021, 1:54 a.m.(10/3/1016 AR)

I saw a most curious spider in the shrine.

Far too large and far too few legs, but she knows me from Bastion and I her. The remembrance of bitter truths sticks with me since then, but she congratulated me on my appointment and said she was not surprised as Death has Her fingerprints all over me.

Her fingerprints are on us all in one way or another, from birth to death, again and again on the Wheel.

Written By Udell

Dec. 13, 2021, 10:12 a.m.(9/26/1016 AR)

I came to the aid of some wounded in the Saving Grace Hospital thanks to the pounding on my door by a passing Harlequin. It felt...good to fall back on something familiar in the midst of so much uncertainty, even if it was not the way I had wished to make Lady Volcica's formal acquaintance. I spent a good deal of time commiserating with Lady Ivy as well, but I could not help but feel that my presence was as much of a terror to some as it was comfort to others. But at least She did not welcome anyone back into Her embrace this time.

Written By Udell

Dec. 12, 2021, 7:28 p.m.(9/25/1016 AR)

Blessed Roran spoke some words which spur some thought in me.

There are terrible things which encroach on all sides, but which force the learning of that which some would ignore as habit: That none of us have claims on long lives, and She may stand waiting to collect us. The point is not the length, but what meaning we will fill the time we are given--for short it is at the best.

Written By Udell

Dec. 12, 2021, 10:55 a.m.(9/24/1016 AR)

My first party in Arx since I have arrived and it seems that I yet still manage to live.

Although it was not without bloodshed thanks to Princess Keely's inspired game of making the others pantomime dancing trees. I have not laughed that loud or that hard since having to leave Bastion! Although sadly, I didn't get to make my introductions to all that I wished, thanks to Lord Grady, I've been asked for time to discuss matters by so many, I'll have to have my bed moved to the shrine so that I may sleep there instead between office hours.

But I did meet several quite interesting people, but then again, all souls are interesting in their own way. So much for the swirling waters filled with silken sharks, hm?

Written By Udell

Dec. 10, 2021, 12:57 a.m.(9/19/1016 AR)

Finally, settling in and contemplations are finished and now I can begin my work in earnest. Glancing into the shrine, I begin to tidy up and lo, if I did not receive so many visitors that it was a wonder we were not passing out baked goods out front to draw them in!

But such kindness I heard about the Harlequins. Most of them, anyway. It warms my heart to know that She is represented by such fine people, and of course the blessings that She brings upon Zoey. Five children, and she asked ME for a blessing for the unborn still in her womb, the first of my new duties. And meeting the Blackheart and Marquis Dante and Lady Estil.


"But the Queen of Endings does not have an Archlector, does She?" That is what a few asked when I introduced myself. I am glad that I decided to emerge when I did before all of Arx began to believe I am but a figment of the Most Holy's daydreams.

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