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Written By Lou

Aug. 21, 2021, 5:59 p.m.(1/23/1016 AR)

Relationship Note on Mason

How I wish you were in the city right now, and not away on business. After the events of Bastion, I need someone who understands me only the way you do to talk to. I hope you are safe, and well, wherever you are. I am missing you sorely, and the kids miss you too.

Written By Lucita

Aug. 21, 2021, 5:45 p.m.(1/23/1016 AR)

Relationship Note on Silvio

There is a brave heart beneath that uniquely styled exterior. It was a good to see my former small weapons student had not forgotten our lessons and that he applied them so adeptly when there was a need for them.

Written By Viviana

Aug. 21, 2021, 2:51 p.m.(1/23/1016 AR)

Always listen to that little voice.

Written By Mabelle

Aug. 21, 2021, 1:22 p.m.(1/22/1016 AR)

Relationship Note on Reese

Thank you.

Written By Rosalind

Aug. 21, 2021, 11:23 a.m.(1/22/1016 AR)

I must have went drinking. I woke up with some small injuries and a bad taste in my mouth. What happened?

Written By Kastelon

Aug. 21, 2021, 8:29 a.m.(1/22/1016 AR)

I seem to have survived the events of Bastion. I really need to learn from my past and not attend any festivities - too often, bad things happen at such things.

Written By Ryhalt

Aug. 21, 2021, 4:08 a.m.(1/22/1016 AR)

Relationship Note on Sydney

Let no one say differently, she is a hero.

Written By Tarik

Aug. 21, 2021, 12:16 a.m.(1/21/1016 AR)

Winter really is the best time. Snowball, ice skating, icicles, igloos, snowforts, snowball fighting..

Written By Piccola

Aug. 20, 2021, 11:40 p.m.(1/21/1016 AR)

This is the way of devotion.

We but stand in the shadows of leaves at every moment, looking to find the sun or the stars. When a warrior accepts their death, then it is easier to be determined and advance. What is important is to gain one's aim; whether one lives or dies upon completion is immaterial. And while we all wish to live, such a life is meaningless without attaining one's goals.

Whosoever dies in the service of their liege has died a martyr. Whosoever dies in the service of their people has died in forgiveness. And whosever dies in the love of the Gods has died a believer in the perfection of their faith. These are the beloved heroes of the Queen, and they will be called to her in glory and brought back through the Wheel.

This is the first part.

Written By Thea

Aug. 20, 2021, 7:23 p.m.(1/21/1016 AR)

I'm not meant to be built in nurse. I've never been so grateful to the Archduchess for missing her aim. Or lack there of, as I was last night. Even if that target was Noah Grayson.

Written By Haakon

Aug. 20, 2021, 7:02 p.m.(1/21/1016 AR)

Amid all else, the sensible the mad alike, I mean to gather spears for a campaign against Abandoned in the Oksehode Isles. Aye, in midwinter, though it doubles the difficulty and triples the danger. Because burning their halls and breaking their strength in this season ends the foe forever, whereas the same defeat in summer would let them hide in their hills until our warriors left or were whittled down.

Winter is a weapon, in its own way.

Written By Jasher

Aug. 20, 2021, 5:32 p.m.(1/21/1016 AR)

I have been away, and anything but idle.

The Battle of Pieros took its toll upon me, my crew and the hull of the Sea Drake. She suffered damage to her starboard side, though nothing so detrimental as to stymie my subsequent campaign to patrol the Mourning Sea against what threats to our holdings still loom. As expected, no shortage of pirates descended upon coastal settlements, leeches eager to bleed war weary citizens dry and incite malcontent. They were given no quarter.

An unexpected period of celebration followed in Maelstrom, wherein my cousin, Natasha, wedded a lord of Blackshore. Surrounded as I was then by family and friends I hadn't seen since the war commenced, I discerned the value of seizing an opportunity to settle in Arx while a measure of peace can be maintained, however fleeting.

So, here I sit in a familiar alcove at the Archive, preparing to engage in yet another series of overdue reunions. Every night I spend ashore, I'll dream of the sea.

Written By Preston

Aug. 20, 2021, 3:13 p.m.(1/21/1016 AR)

In the past of our people, in the days of legends and when our people arrayed against those who claimed to worship not our gods but their Dark Reflections, those most dedicated to the Gods would stand for the ideals of their most beloved God. Not for land, not silver, not for victory, not for glory, or even for their personal honour - they stood because it was right, because it was where the path of the Gods had placed them. There, at that time, at that battle. The legends name them Paladins. Many fell, for victory was never assured by the Gods, but they never lacked for purpose.

Perhaps, I wonder, if it is not an age for such people once more. An age where we value not wealth nor power alone, though these have made our people strong and prosperous, but we stand once more for the Gods and their ideals, uncompromised. A new age of Paladins.

Written By Viviana

Aug. 20, 2021, 12:16 p.m.(1/20/1016 AR)

Cardinals. Swans. Ducks. Stormcrows. Canaries. So many allusions to birds so very recently. It makes me wonder if I should take it as a sign.

I likely won't.

Written By Zakhar

Aug. 20, 2021, 10:36 a.m.(1/20/1016 AR)

Relationship Note on Haakon

Some of the best days in life are spent naked and running in the snow while watching butterflies spray and dance upon painted rocks.

Written By Mabelle

Aug. 20, 2021, 8:43 a.m.(1/20/1016 AR)

One cannot help but marvel at the creativity and novelty of the Oathlands in the textile industry and the diversity it brings to the markets all around Arvum.
From Oakhide to Artshall, from Highhill to Cloudspine, the weavers of the Oathlands are the busiest of all the lands!

Written By Brigida

Aug. 20, 2021, 6:39 a.m.(1/20/1016 AR)

I have many regrets over my past years but the Most Holy now knows my greatest regret.

Written By Medeia

Aug. 19, 2021, 10:14 p.m.(1/19/1016 AR)

I had the absolute pleasure of being a model on behalf of House Blackram at the request of Duchess Isabeau and Lady Ivy. The outfit I was given is a stunning, vivid green wrap dress of their Cloudspine cashmere - made from the wool of Blackram's golden fainter goats! It's soft and warm and cozy, like wearing a hug. I hope I will be forgiven for wearing it all winter - it's perfect.

I didn't get to wear the velvet, but it is lovely. And also woolen! How novel.

Written By Mia

Aug. 19, 2021, 9:13 p.m.(1/19/1016 AR)

It's been a very long time since we've had so many of the Rivens under the same roof - not all, but close enough to it.

For all the years I've spent in Arx, it's honestly the first time that Heron Hall has felt like home.

Written By Auda

Aug. 19, 2021, 6:16 p.m.(1/19/1016 AR)

...I think at this point, I've cleaned out Tanith's bakery twice now. Everything is so good, and I just haven't been able to resist! Maybe it would be easier if I wasn't right next door.

Or if I weren't so hungry lately, I suppose.

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