Written By Fairen
Jan. 7, 2024, 8:11 p.m.(7/7/1021 AR)
I will not falter for fear of losing that which I hold the dearest, nor let a lack of perfect understanding stay my hand.
Written By Jeffeth
Jan. 7, 2024, 7:44 p.m.(7/7/1021 AR)
Relationship Note on Mattheu
Written By Jeffeth
Jan. 7, 2024, 7:42 p.m.(7/7/1021 AR)
Written By Jeffeth
Jan. 7, 2024, 7:41 p.m.(7/7/1021 AR)
Relationship Note on Ian
Written By Titania
Jan. 7, 2024, 4:51 p.m.(7/7/1021 AR)
In this high summer's embrace, we offer our gratitude.
Bless us with the gentle caress of your waves,
As the sun dances upon the shimmering surface.
May your tranquil currents wash away our worries,
And bring forth the coolness of your liquid blessings.
As the days unfold in warmth and brilliance,
Guide us through the tides of life with serenity.
Mangata, Lady of the Waters, hear our prayer,
In this season of abundance and vibrant light.
Written By Valencia
Jan. 7, 2024, 3:41 p.m.(7/7/1021 AR)
Relationship Note on Patrizio
Though confident in his abilities, he remains open-minded, carefully weighing options before making decisions. He listens thoughtfully when others share perspectives, even if differing from his own.
The Archduke's modesty belies his remarkable talents and virtues. His integrity, wisdom and compassion set a shining example of principled leadership.
I am grateful for his trust and inspired to serve his house faithfully.
Though he insists he is but a man of this season, the Archduke's noble conduct improves our world.
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Written By Mattheu
Jan. 6, 2024, 2 a.m.(7/3/1021 AR)
Relationship Note on Ann
Now those days are not as sure the wind will be there to always carry the letters and thoughts as freely. Thus, I have written them down this time. There are two sets. Ima has the ones for them to read and hold dear.
To my Courageous Son, Sil,
Sil, my adventurous spirit, as the waves carry me further from home, my heart swells with pride for the incredible young man you've become. Your crown of flowers and kelp, mud-streaked hair, and stories of escapades remind me that life is a grand adventure. Be a guiding light for your siblings, and continue to infuse our home with your boundless curiosity and zest for life.
To my Fearless Princess, Raya,
Raya, regal and strong, your insistence on being a princess is a testament to the royalty that resides within you. Stand tall, my daughter, and let your strength be a beacon for your siblings. Lead with courage, and I trust that you will nurture the unity that defines our family in my absence.
To my Shy Little Star, Ilan,
Ilan, my gentle daughter, your quiet strength and whispered conversations hold a special place in my heart. Be a source of comfort for your siblings, and remember that your shy nature is a beautiful light that guides us through the darker days. Your resilience will be a comforting presence for your mother and brothers.
To My Little Explorer, Danior,
Danior, too young to understand the reasons for my departure, I leave you with a promise of love that transcends distance. Your siblings and your amazing mother will be your guides, playmates, and storytellers. Embrace the joy they bring, and know that my heart is woven into the fabric of our family's love.
Written By Lys
Jan. 5, 2024, 11:49 p.m.(7/3/1021 AR)
Why is everything spinning so fast? i'm so damned dizzy.
Written By Fairen
Jan. 5, 2024, 7:02 p.m.(7/3/1021 AR)
Written By Ann
Jan. 5, 2024, 6:47 p.m.(7/3/1021 AR)
Relationship Note on Mattheu
Mattheu entered my life like a burst of sunshine, bringing laughter and joy with him wherever he went. His kindness and gentle spirit immediately drew me in, and as our friendship deepened, I found myself falling in love with the wonderful person he is. From the early days of stolen glances to the sweet moments of shared dreams, our love story has unfolded in the most beautiful way.
Our journey together took an exciting turn when we welcomed our first child into the world. Yes, Matti has been a good father to the three I brought in our relationship but to see him with Danior that was a profound and transformative experience for me. Mattheu embraced fatherhood with a tenderness that melted my heart, and watching him bond with our little one was a sight to behold.
Our four children bring so much joy and laughter into our lives. Each one is a unique melody, creating a harmonious blend of personalities that make our family complete. Mattheu's role as a father is nothing short of extraordinary. He's not just a provider; he's the steady rock, the playful companion, and the wise guide our children look up to.
From the bedtime stories he reads to the way he patiently helps with questions, Mattheu's love for our children knows no bounds. I am endlessly grateful for the beautiful family we've built together, a testament to the love that continues to grow with each passing day.
As I reflect on the journey we've shared, I am overwhelmed with gratitude for the love and companionship Mattheu brings into my life. Our love story is a tapestry woven with moments of laughter, shared dreams, and unwavering support. I look forward to the many chapters still unwritten, knowing that with Mattheu by my side, our love will continue to flourish and inspire for a lifetime.
I can only imagine that the Lovers of Riva shine upon us and the choices we are making in how we live our life.
Written By Ann
Jan. 5, 2024, 6:39 p.m.(7/3/1021 AR)
Written By Iliana
Jan. 5, 2024, 2:57 p.m.(7/2/1021 AR)
Should I not survive my chosen path, my husband, Marquis Fairen Leary, is to see to my things as he sees fit. It will give him a much needed distraction when I do not return home that I believe will be important to see that he is able to process my death in only the way he does. My only requests are as followed: If my armor is recovered that it be given to my daughter Valitina, so even in death I am able to protect her as I have always done in life. Daybreak, my shortspear, is to be left at the Seawatch Gate lodged within unmoveable, unbreakable, rubble if the Crown approves of such memorial to remind those left after I am gone that I was here. I did not bend, I did not break, and my will was of Steel.
Written By Titus
Jan. 5, 2024, 1:57 p.m.(7/2/1021 AR)
The chest was small with my personal effects, and the other cases and chests filled with books and other articles. And slowly the next day, the wagon made way through the city of Arx to Halfshav Hall where I was greeted by my new family. Things are quite different than my old home, but I suppose that is the nature of moving isn't it. If we wanted what we had, why even step foot out of our front door?
I don't know what the future holds except that there will be far more struggles, challenges, hurts, tests, sorrows. And in between all of those negatives, there will also be moments where people will shine as they rise to the occasion whether that be to help others, fight common threats and perform any one of those tiny miracles that happen in daily life which might not be costly to the one performing but can be a life-changer to the receiver. That's life, isn't it.
I unpacked my simple belongings and began receiving messages of well-wishing and gifts from friends and allies. They all marked the change that was to happen, but that change wouldn't be on a path being walked alone. Even a rabbit appeared, a special one that apparently calls itself Joy. I hope Joy stays in this world.
With this new life as Titus Halfshav, the world changes and yet it does not. I might be a Loreweaver to collect and share stories so that no story is lost, I might be a Warmonger doing what that entails. I'm hated and despised, I'm loved and cherished. But my world grows larger, my view is bigger. No longer to a great isle in the farthest southern part of the Compact trying to keep the great Blood Beast slumbering in dreams so vivid and grand that it will not be woken, and I look to Whitehold guiding me for the future where bridges are built to the farthest ideas and places to connect us rather than divide.
And so to the unknowable future I say to any listening or reading:
Protect those who follow, assist those alongside, and be steadfast against any who oppose you.
To The Last.
Written By Aconite
Jan. 5, 2024, 1:48 p.m.(7/2/1021 AR)
Can we hold together when the truth is held up before the light?
I'm not scared of it anymore.
Not after these last few years...
Written By Mattheu
Jan. 5, 2024, 12:17 p.m.(7/2/1021 AR)
Relationship Note on Ann
Sil, our red-haired teenager, is a force of nature. Every day he comes home with a crown of flowers and kelp, masterpieces created by his cousins and the children who are sweet on him. His copper hair is perpetually streaked with mud, evidence of the day's escapades. Sil's zest for life is contagious, and I can't help but smile at the stories he brings home. He's growing into a remarkable young man, full of energy and boundless curiosity.
Raya and Ilan, our twelve-year-old twins, couldn't be more different. Raya insists on being treated like a princess, and her strong and stubborn spirit makes it hard to argue otherwise. She's a force to be reckoned with, and I can see the potential for leadership in her future. Ilan, on the other hand, is the quieter of the two, preferring to stay close and hide behind the nickname "Flounder" that she affectionately calls me. She whispers about her day, sharing the small victories and challenges that come with being twelve. It warms my heart to be her confidant.
And then there's little Danior, our four-month-old explorer. His curls of brown hair are a perfect match for his wide, curious eyes. He's in the midst of discovering the world around him, grabbing onto bells and scarves with unbridled enthusiasm. Every day is a new adventure for him, and I relish in witnessing his milestones – the first giggle, the first toothless grin, and the tiny hands reaching out to explore this big, beautiful world.
As I sit here reflecting on the dynamics of our growing family, I can't help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude. Each child brings a unique and irreplaceable flavor to our lives, creating a tapestry of love, laughter, and a touch of chaos that I wouldn't trade for anything. Parenthood is a journey like no other, and I'm blessed to be on this wild ride with Sil, Raya, Ilan, and our little explorer, Danior.
Written By Isolde
Jan. 5, 2024, 12:03 p.m.(7/2/1021 AR)
Relationship Note on Sen'azala
It does bring up an interesting point that no matter what you would have chosen, you would have been praised and condemned in equal measure. That's just how the world operates. No amount of justification will change that, especially for those who feel that they have now lost control.
But for those who weren't in control, I think they'd prefer freedom over stability. I don't think life was ever meant to be easy, not with the disparate paths being made everytime there's a new decision but I believe the alternative is worse.
Many people in the Dream had lived like that for years and years on end and that is finally at an end. That's not a way anyone should live and if we have to overcome these obstacles to create a new reality, or die trying, it is worth it.
Written By Lisebet
Jan. 5, 2024, 12:03 p.m.(7/2/1021 AR)
Written By Mattheu
Jan. 5, 2024, 11:42 a.m.(7/2/1021 AR)
There are two stars which the Rivenshari look to. Have claimed as their own over the rivers around Riva. They are ours, will always be ours, you can even ask any of the Civashari. They might protect all of our nights sky, all of the choices made previous. The Lovers belong to the Rivenshari.
It is their choices which have lead us in life. Will continue to lead us.
The wind may blow to our sails and give guidance.
We will continue to fight for choice.
Written By Pasquale
Jan. 5, 2024, 8:56 a.m.(7/2/1021 AR)
Engolo has always had a heavy reliance on its vineyards and those vineyards were dying.
So he made a deal with this mage trading the health of one of his sons for the health of the vines.
My Health.
May history judge him.
Written By Sen'azala
Jan. 5, 2024, 4:43 a.m.(7/2/1021 AR)
The price of Choice is Consequence.
What's happening now are the consequences of millions and millions of choices. Many of those choices are happening right now, with the consequences immediate. Many of those choices happened long, long ago, and the consequences are catching up all at once. One of those choices was made at Harrow Hall, and it was mine, mine alone, mine forever.
The idea that the Horned God should have gone unopposed there is insane, but defeating him is not what broke every writ, and even the concept of writs. He was already defeated. The Kindly Voices came, they declared his bargain forfeit, and they listened to, and accepted, his daughter's accusation. She had the choice to condemn him, and she did. The people with her did. The dead, *thousands of them*, did.
There was a second choice that had to be made, a choice of what shape the Horned God's defeat would take. He had threaded pieces of his soul through the souls of thousands of his slaves, and through Legion itself, as a final protection to keep himself from dying. Not even the Kindly Voices could kill him with that in place, but they could, and easily, break it. Doing so would also shatter every chain, everywhere, every last writ.
The alternative was to imprison him forever, but the souls of Legion's slaves would be the bars of his prison. They would be bound, forever, imprisoned, *forever*, alongside him. They would never return to the Wheel, and neither would he. They would never know freedom again. A fucking atrocity, for the sake of preserving other atrocities.
These were the options the Kindly Voices presented, the only ones, and they were given to me alone. I asked them if there could still be a world if I chose to break his last protection. They said yes. They said it would be a time of chaos, that something better might be built from it, but not even they could know what might happen. Destiny is dead. The Book of Endings burned. Nothing is written, and our future is in our hands.
I told them to break them. All of them. Every chain. Every slaver. Every slave freed. I said that we would sing our own songs, we would write our own stories. I did not do this without knowing what could happen. I did not have a moment of childish ideals. I did not do it to kill the Horned God, although I *did*, and it was *good*. I did it because the alternative was unthinkable. I did it to give them back their choices. All of them. All of their choices.
And I knew there would be *consequences*.
I am a child of Wolf, and she once showed me the empty sky, slowly filling up with stars; the consequences of choices only made possible by her choice. I sang her song to end the Horned God, and when it came time to decide how, I made the choice that was mine. Whatever that makes me, I won't have the choices, the *sacrifices*, of those I was with be twisted or blamed for this. I broke the world. What they did saved the chance for a better one.
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