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Written By Haakon

April 9, 2022, 11:46 a.m.(6/8/1017 AR)

To be clever in battle can be a great gamble.

When it pays off, correct anticipation can cut off a foe's best surprise, deny him escape, and utterly unmake his strategies.

When it doesn't...

Well, when it doesn't you end up floating off the backside of an island, looking for ships that aren't there while your fellows charge in for all the glory, and wondering to yourself whether you're overestimating your foes, or just being daft and calling yourself clever.

Written By Celine

April 9, 2022, 4:54 a.m.(6/7/1017 AR)

I'm a scholar, and yet it only struck me today that you should never judge a book by its cover. It's surprising what you can learn when you lift someone's cover and discover a person most surprising within.

Written By Victus

April 9, 2022, 12:38 a.m.(6/7/1017 AR)

Even on the back lines, one can find themselves in mortal danger. Good to keep in mind.

Maybe if I wasn't so damn tall that stope would've just soared over my head. But no -- I'm built to be the big, easily spotted target.

Written By Lucita

April 8, 2022, 6:42 p.m.(6/7/1017 AR)

So many possible small weapons. It is amazing to see the variety of pointy or stabby or slashy or bashy or pokey or clawy things. Some of them even purr and have a demanding appetite. Imagine what an effective small weapon some of those felines that one sees around Arx would make if tossed in an opponent's face, claws extended and a toothy snarl at the indignity of it all.

Written By Piccola

April 8, 2022, 3:55 p.m.(6/6/1017 AR)

Relationship Note on Medeia

My friend,

You write, and I shall provide. Letters to the League shall issue, and House Blackreef is welcome to participate.

Surely, you did not think I would forget.

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 Mabelle

April 8, 2022, 2:29 p.m.(6/6/1017 AR)

It seems that when someone asks me a question about Artshall they risk getting an essay in return.

Write at your own risk.

Written By Lisebet

April 8, 2022, 11:01 a.m.(6/6/1017 AR)

Today's tea is a long time favourite. Lemon Lavender. It reminds me of my early days in Arx, visiting the Mercier Tea Shop.

Written By Ida

April 8, 2022, 5:30 a.m.(6/5/1017 AR)

I have great admiration and respect for the Grand Duchess of the Lyceum, who has been a generous patron of the shop for many years.

Black daggers, though...now I am filled with thoughts of moonlit nights, shimmering umbra, and stormy winter seas thanks to the Archduke. Maybe with armor sets to match. I need to get back to my sketchbook.

Written By Medeia

April 8, 2022, 12:25 a.m.(6/5/1017 AR)

I recently traveled back to the land of House Blackreef - formerly Clan Blackreef, whose people I have not seen since they bent knee to House Redreef. I was reminded of the burdens that fall upon the shoulders of smaller noble families, especially those that have been struck by repeated tragedies and war. And the loneliness felt by those without the means to establish a presence within the city. Having to rule a far flung place with only distant allies and infrequent socialization among peers is an unenviable task.

I wish there were a way to make those houses feel truly a part of the Compact instead of apart from the Compact. If anyone should feel inspired to act with me, I would welcome discussion.

Written By Noah

April 7, 2022, 9:07 p.m.(6/5/1017 AR)

When is the right age to give a child a dagger?

Written By Noah

April 7, 2022, 9:03 p.m.(6/5/1017 AR)

Relationship Note on Ida

Please excuse my wife. She doesn't mean that. You should make all the daggers you want.
She's just getting testy. It happens around her birthday every year.

Daggers are always good to have. Might I suggest black ones?

Written By Mattheu

April 7, 2022, 6:58 p.m.(6/5/1017 AR)

there's something about the air when flowers are in bloom, when slips of a hammock can be let free to fly within a breeze carrying through the yurt. Noise which is nothing more than something in the background, and yet someone else notes the sound of bells that are long outside of your own set of listening for.

A smile is brought to lips stuck in rest as the world seeks to take away what once brought joy.

The only solution is more training.

Written By Erik

April 7, 2022, 1:48 p.m.(6/4/1017 AR)

Relationship Note on Celine

What a delightful woman! Yes, she knows how to dress up most impressively, but once you look past that, there is a quick mind and a hunger for knowledge. A fire that constantly needs fuel and that I am happy to stoke.
PS: she looks great in heels.

Written By Jaenelle

April 7, 2022, 1:45 p.m.(6/4/1017 AR)

Relationship Note on Ida

What if I pay you not to make anymore daggers instead?

Written By Piccola

April 7, 2022, 12:54 p.m.(6/4/1017 AR)

Honesty is more than a moral principle; it is the principle on which all other principles are founded.

No God or noble can create honesty directly, but they can indirectly either support or undermine that which honesty is based.

And those who dare not offend cannot be honest.

Written By Aella

April 7, 2022, 11:21 a.m.(6/4/1017 AR)

Relationship Note on Elora

Welcome to the family! I'm so lucky to count the sweet, lovely, Lady Elora as my sister-in-law, and welcome her and her children into Ravenseye. Ravensholm needed a bit of youth to brighten the place up.

Written By Ida

April 7, 2022, 5:59 a.m.(6/4/1017 AR)

I hate empty shelves. Even though other things are keeping me busy, every time I leave the shop, that empty space mocks me. I want to do more sets of armor, more daggers and swords, but the time...I really need to try to make the time. I feel like this is an argument I have with myself too often.

Written By Ilira

April 7, 2022, 2:56 a.m.(6/3/1017 AR)

I want a dance.

Written By Celine

April 7, 2022, 2:37 a.m.(6/3/1017 AR)

My mind is huge with stories never told. One day, maybe, I will sit down, put ink on parchment and record them all. My triumphs and my mistakes, but never my regrets. I have none.

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