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Written By Denica

July 31, 2021, 1:49 a.m.(12/8/1015 AR)

Be bold. Be strong. Be you.

Written By Mia

July 30, 2021, 7:29 p.m.(12/7/1015 AR)

Relationship Note on Amari

There are days when I have thought to myself, 'If I weren't already married, I would propose a match between myself and Amari Keaton.' It would be an entirely platonic match, of course, given that I'm very fond of men and I'm fairly certain that she is, too.

But today, after reading her most recent white journal, is one of those days.

Written By Medeia

July 30, 2021, 6:08 p.m.(12/7/1015 AR)

The task of the peers is to lead. Some might say rule. I would offer steward, shepherd, manage, administrate, guide, influence... Care for. My duty as a noblewoman is to the people sworn to my house. As one married into my house, I am meant to be the bridge that unites Eswynd and Saik. Being born to the peerage does not make me better than anyone else. It does, however, bestow upon me expectations of being better. Of doing better. Of stepping forward to do what is right and just on behalf of others. I firmly believe that the nobility is in service to the people of the Compact.

If our people are starving after crop failure while we parade around the city in brand new luxury fabrics? We are not performing our duty. A sign of struggle for our people while we flourish is a failure of ours to honor the oaths sworn to us. We come to the city to create trade amongst us, to provide opportunities for growth and learning, to bolster our defenses. While we are all of the Compact and should consider each other allies, we make more formal alliances to strengthen our houses - and the Compact as a whole. We marry our family members off and ask them to accept that their marriage is not based on love for their spouse, but love for the Compact.

To claim that Prodigals cannot bend knee to the Compact and be given noble roles is ridiculous. Those who are "given" nobility upon bending knee were already performing the duties of nobility for their people. For generations. They know their people best. They know their lands best. They know the other Shavs that may threaten those people and lands best. We need them! We need their knowledge, expertise. They support us, accept great change, and allow us to prosper rather than be spread too thin. There are those of you who would see the Abandoned all slaughtered to a man. How do you propose to handle the lands gained without the people to work them and protect them? Is it truly honorable?

Those who are elevated to the ranks of nobility are thus given the same expectations and opportunities to serve and strengthen their people and the Compact. And it is our place to help them. Extend a hand in friendship, in understanding of what they must become. We should be embracing them as peers, as our peers. They are opportunities for innovation, fortification, and perspective. They know how the people sworn to them live, firsthand, and can provide insights on how best to serve them.

A greater Compact is made through the acceptance of, the embrace of, Prodigals and neonobles. When we must stand against terrible threats to our existence against foreign armies, we will face better odds when we are united. All of Arvum.

Written By Giada

July 30, 2021, 12:50 p.m.(12/7/1015 AR)

Some things just suck the life right out of you. Turns out I'm not invincible to being dog tired.

Written By Aelgar

July 30, 2021, 12:46 p.m.(12/7/1015 AR)

I have been too busy to keep up with my own goals, but maybe that is a good thing? I will continue to train and prepare, but I am actually doing now as well. I missed two excursions outside, but I am much better trained and equipped than I was a couple months ago, so I have gained ground. Need a horse and more practice with that bow, but getting there. Anyway, I have a plan for doing some travel and offering teaching and healing as we reach those in need on the road. It will take me out of Arx at times, but The Scholars have good officers and the Archives are staffed by trained people with years of experience, so I am not very worried about the city surviving my absence...

Written By Valencia

July 30, 2021, 12:16 p.m.(12/6/1015 AR)

Relationship Note on Cirroch

I find myself slowly losing the desire to publicly speak, more and more silenced when such things happen. Sometimes words are not enough.

My grief is my own and comes and goes without logic. I know you will be missed. I know my heart is with you and your friends and family. I know I am grateful for the place you held in my own heart. You were not supposed to do this.

I suppose there is little more to say.


Written By Ember

July 30, 2021, 9:44 a.m.(12/6/1015 AR)

The Scholars, upon review of my latest White Journal entry, have asked me to write publicly and clarify that I am not seeking suggestions for a name for my dog, and especially not suggestions sent via White Journals.

He is a dog. He does not need a name. And the Scholars are very busy today.

Written By Ember

July 30, 2021, 9:41 a.m.(12/6/1015 AR)

Two thoughts to be recorded for posterity for all time, to be preserved in the Great Archive and kept as part of my legacy to historians of the future, to whatever extent they may use them.

One thought, which I expect they might find useful, whether I am a chapter in the historian's volume or a mere footnote, is that I recognize the honor that comes in being born of the Redreef bloodline. House Redreef has a proud lineage that trails back centuries... to when an old soldier, loyal and steadfast, was ennobled by the Count of Darkwater Watch to be the first Baron of the newly created domain of Redreef Shores. Redreef is "old blood" now, but it was once new, and it fought to earn its standing just as other new noble Houses fight now.

To that end, my belief is simple. There are those noble Houses who would fight alongside Redreef, and there are those who would work against us, whether to lift their swords or to throw more subtle stumbling blocks in the path of our continued success. That, and only that, is the measure by which I judge the character of a House. Thus far it has served me well.

My second thought, which with my luck will end up being the one historians actually preserve, is that I haven't even given my own gods-damned dog a NAME.

Written By Raymesin

July 30, 2021, 8:58 a.m.(12/6/1015 AR)

You cannot on the one hand claim that nobility is something that one must be born to, and then also claim that those who are raised from the ranks of the commonfolk to become noble, or wander in from outside the Compact altogether, should be treated the same way as everyone else with a title. I mean, there's a thousand years of tradition about who gets to be Lord or Lady and who gets to be Oi You, and when someone goes against that how can it not irritate people?

When someone you know is suddenly made just *better* than you can ever hope to be, or when someone walks in and bends the knee and is handed the ability to just slaughter you out-of-hand if you go a-visiting and annoy them next week, how can anyone think it's not going to offend?

One of the joys of being Crownsworn is that I only have to give a stuff - wait, Scholar, that's not what I said. Oh. Right. Um. We'll go with that, then. Give a stuff if the King or one of his Voices comes down to ask me to do something - and that's really not likely to happen. When it comes to the average noble or the average dunnikindiver, I'll deal with Wee Jimmy Poo-Pong McPlop every time. He at least doesn't expect me to be polite, and he knows that everyone's stuff stinks.

Written By Lark

July 30, 2021, 2:24 a.m.(12/6/1015 AR)

An Open Condemnation of 'Neonoble'

On the twenty-fifth evening of the eleventh month in the one thousand and fifteenth year after the reckoning, a respected member of the peerage fell defending against individuals disguised as prodigals hellbent on sowing seeds of discord. Some days later, a newly risen Duke mistakenly bestowed knightly honor on his dog of all things. Each event gave new rise to old debates surrounding the behavior and validity of neonobles as well as the increasing danger surrounding the acceptance of prodigals.

Frustrated with the circular conversation we now find ourselves in, I let it be known that I would accept any neonoble as my protege should they desire guidance as a newly risen members of the peerage. It was and remains my belief that we, as a Compact, have set an impossible standard and demanded that these individuals meet it. With one hand, we have beckoned them over, and with the other, we have withheld the very tools required for their success.

It may shock very few of you to learn that I am extremely well-versed in having my courses of action brought into question. In addition to having this choice referred to as condescending - which I maintain is a familial trait and is therefore largely unattainable - I was accused of failing to honor the long-held relationship between nobility and common members of the Compact by endorsing this newly growing class. Though I maintain that my social influence is vastly less significant than this well-meaning confidante suggested, I was also accused of reinforcing a term, 'neonoble,' which is used primarily to separate a single group from itself.

I now find myself determined to cast aside this mythologized 'neonobility.' There is only one nobility, and any attack against it is an attack against the very mechanisms upon which our communities depend to survive. Any failure to tend to its success is a failure to tend to the necessary components of our society. This goes both ways, it is shameful to consciously accept titles without putting forth any effort to conform to the responsibilities and standards by which all others have been held.

I, therefore, amend my previous offer of patronage to "any members of lesser nobility than myself or common persons who due to the circumstances surrounding their joining of the Compact or the peerage require grace, patience, and the counsel of one more experienced than themselves in our customs." Traditions are defended when we teach them to one another.

Written By Rook

July 30, 2021, 1:05 a.m.(12/6/1015 AR)

I will take no patron other than Lark.

Written By Mattheu

July 30, 2021, 12:47 a.m.(12/6/1015 AR)

First day back in some time. After watching the rivers and our little village, I decided it's time to come back to the city. See what the family is up to. Thus far I've met a duck and a swan, the duck invited me to a dinner with blindfolds, where I met another duchess. Then at a tea shop, I had a lovely conversation with a Prince that favors himself a tea maker, and a lovely lady that believes themselves to have many titles though Vintner is the one they chose for today.

If this is what is offered to me on the first steps from the boats, it could be good. Though I keep hearing rumblings about prodigals and how they've been up to no good. Which would mean this could be bad.

I'll seek out the family. see what they have to say.

Written By Noah

July 30, 2021, 12:40 a.m.(12/6/1015 AR)

Relationship Note on Jaenelle

The Archduchess held a blind event and she held it while being blindfolded herself.
I guess she really can run events blindfolded. I thought that was just a saying.

No mushy stuff. Just a good job, Poison.
It will leave it's mark as does everything you do.

Written By Noah

July 30, 2021, 12:38 a.m.(12/6/1015 AR)

Relationship Note on Malcolm

As someone who says all the wrong things at the wrong times (that would be me), I feel for you man. Backlash sucks.

I don't have much to add to my whites on this. Things will work out how they ought. They always do somehow.

Written By Cambria

July 30, 2021, 12:14 a.m.(12/5/1015 AR)

Relationship Note on Cirroch

I wish that I were writing something different. Something funnier, perhaps. Certainly wittier, and more heartwarming. The truth is, I hate writing these things. (Is there a soul that does?) I hate them because of what they represent, and what, by putting my quill to parchment, I am yet again forced to face: the death of a friend, a loved one.

I hate that you're gone, and I hate the ones that stole your life. I hate them without mercy. I hate that your wife has lost her husband and their children their father.

We were supposed to get together for a proper dinner now that Sasha has returned to Arx, but I couldn't find the time. That's always my problem, so wedded to my duty. But now you're gone, and that, along with so many other plans (and things unplanned) can never happen.

I'm no poet. I never have the right words - or rather, I never feel as though I do, and that I am letting the one who is gone from us down in some way. Yet I do not think as though Cirroch would agree with me. I think he'd find it all just right, and wonder why I was wasting so much time over my choice of words when we could be outside, in the sunshine - or perhaps a puddle. I also think he'd remind me that he fought willingly, and that he fought to protect others, as is right.

I'll never forget the trust you placed in me. May you rest in peace, my friend.

Written By Rook

July 30, 2021, midnight(12/5/1015 AR)

Just gave a thirty five thousand note to a small cock with a bell.

Written By Kiera

July 29, 2021, 10:44 p.m.(12/5/1015 AR)

As I sit trying to overcome my sorrow, I am both heartened by the proclimations of prodigal houses pledging allegiance to the compact and chargrined that such is necessary Let it not be forgotten that a stalwart of the northlands and prodigal gave his life defending the compact. That any would take this opportunity to dtive a wedge between those who faithfully serve the compact only compounds the pain of my dear friend's death. Let us not confuse those who have bent knee and stand by their oaths with those who perpetrate tyranny and treachery and who are enemies of us all. i urge eveyone from the Oathlands to the Northlands to stand together for the peace and prosperity of the compact

Written By Kiera

July 29, 2021, 10:29 p.m.(12/5/1015 AR)

Relationship Note on Savio

I second that

Written By Vitalis

July 29, 2021, 9:51 p.m.(12/5/1015 AR)

I do not often feel regret. I am feeling it now. To have said 'this upsets me' rather than 'how can I help?'

The former because I couldn't envision the latter and that wasn't the important part. I didn't need to know. Only to ask.

And so I ask: how can I help?

Written By Klaus

July 29, 2021, 8:55 p.m.(12/5/1015 AR)

They smiled! I swear they smiled. The nannies told me I was mistaken and it is because I have either have had too little sleep, or too much brown nut ale. I was also told no, I could not make camp in the nursery. I do not snore no matter what they say.

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