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Written By Cambria

Jan. 20, 2018, 11:07 a.m.(1/3/1008 AR)

Relationship Note on Theron

The heart is neither given or stolen. The heart surrenders.

Written By Aeryn

Jan. 20, 2018, 9:58 a.m.(1/3/1008 AR)

Relationship Note on Cristoph

It could be worse. How? Uh.. I could have a twin?

Written By Cristoph

Jan. 20, 2018, 9:51 a.m.(1/3/1008 AR)

Relationship Note on Aeryn

I used to think that Jael was hard to keep up with.

Written By Theron

Jan. 20, 2018, 9 a.m.(1/3/1008 AR)

I've sent my heart away like heroes out in the rain.

Written By Magpie

Jan. 20, 2018, 8:42 a.m.(1/3/1008 AR)

Relationship Note on Mae

Woke up in the middle of the night after a bad dream about krakens spewing acid all over the Lowers and dissolving flesh from people's bodies. I really need to stop experimenting with new foods and drinks before bedtime.

Anyway, that's not why I'm writing this. The dream wasn't important. What's important is that Mae happened to be awake and reading. She had a shocking surprise for me. She told me that we've been married for a year. A year!! That's right, Magpie Grayhope has been married for a year. If that's not worth noting in the archives for all time, I don't know what is. My wife is an amazing woman and you all know that. That's right, you can be jealous.

Written By Aeryn

Jan. 20, 2018, 8:40 a.m.(1/3/1008 AR)

Relationship Note on Theron

When you break up with someone, sometimes it doesn't mean you don't love them any more.

Sometimes, it means that you love them enough to let them go because you want them to be happy, and you realize you're not able to be happy together.

Written By Aeryn

Jan. 20, 2018, 7:38 a.m.(1/3/1008 AR)

Relationship Note on Marian

I wish for you and your little one....

comfort on difficult days
rainbows to follow the clouds
smiles when sadness intrudes
sunsets to warm your hearts
laughter to kiss your lips
hugs when spirits sag
beauty for your eyes to see
confidence for when you doubt
friendships to brighten your being

Written By Jacque

Jan. 20, 2018, 5:15 a.m.(1/3/1008 AR)

A lot has been happening. Between studying, transcribing books and attending meetings, there has been scarcely any time to breathe. I'm going to need more whiskey at this rate.

PS: Thanks, Lady Monique. Also, I was wrong, that bottle lasted me exactly two hours. Please send more.

Written By Jacque

Jan. 20, 2018, 5:12 a.m.(1/3/1008 AR)

Relationship Note on Fatima

From an impromptu meeting to a close friendship.

Written By Clover

Jan. 20, 2018, 2:58 a.m.(1/3/1008 AR)

Relationship Note on Mae

Tonight, my best friend helped me welcome my daughter into the world:

Welcome to the world, Ivy Mae Farshaw. Things are going to be a little rocky, and you're very, very early... But I'll hold you close to my heart, and we'll keep you safe. When you're older, I'll show you all of the beautiful things. And tell you about the wonderful woman you are named after:

Mae Culler-Grayhope.

Written By Caspian

Jan. 20, 2018, 1:28 a.m.(1/2/1008 AR)

Random thought before I go to bed. Black Reflection was a purposeful refrence to the 13th, wasn't it? Clever, but they could have shared some of that cleverness with White Journal. Between the two Black Reflection both sounds more interesting and has a deeper meaning to it.

Written By Mae

Jan. 20, 2018, 1:25 a.m.(1/2/1008 AR)

From Death's hands, you just woke.
Dearest soul, you now spoke.
Rest your eyes, as crying dies,
We love you, your family and folk.

Mother of Beginnings, we thank you.
Sweetest soul, you are renewed.
Held close to my heart, never to part,
Welcome to life, my baby, true.

Written By Shard

Jan. 20, 2018, 1:11 a.m.(1/2/1008 AR)

I didn't choose everything about what I am, but I chose this. I chose it very young, and I chose it again and again as I grew older, when my choices actually started to mean something. There were other paths, other choices, other ways I could have gone. There were other things I wanted, but I didn't want any of them as much as I wanted this, and so, always, I kept choosing this one. Always this one. I didn't choose my reasons, or my circumstances, but I chose how to react to them. That's important to me.

If there's a day I no longer have to make that choice any more, it's because I got what I wanted, or someone stopped me.

Written By Caspian

Jan. 20, 2018, 1:10 a.m.(1/2/1008 AR)

I think I've learned I am an impatient man. Okay, I didn't really 'learned' it. I kinda knew it already. But I was reminded today. I just don't like waiting. I need to remind myself that somethings can't be rushed, and I just have to wait.

Also, I'm trying to work to improve Darkwater's situtation. I may be mostly a duelist under their employ, but at the moment with no duels to fight I might as well help out with what little I can.

Written By Calypso

Jan. 20, 2018, 1:06 a.m.(1/2/1008 AR)

Relationship Note on Freja

My Northern Twin. My very best friend and confidant. My sister in every way but blood.

I have no words to reconcile your loss. Only vengeance. Only retribution. Only justice.

Written By Luca

Jan. 20, 2018, 1:04 a.m.(1/2/1008 AR)

( The following is written in looping lines that veer to the edge of the page and back. Obviously the author is not neat. Nor sober: )

Too soon. Too soon. Too fucking soon.

I want to do something. I want to think about doing something. I would, but I don’t even think I’ll care by tomorrow. It’s all a joke. We’re not supposed to get it. Remember, Luca. Remember. If you laugh, make sure to laugh with them. Not at them.

No, Guis, this is my Bl—

Written By Caspian

Jan. 20, 2018, 1:01 a.m.(1/2/1008 AR)

Relationship Note on Mae

Mae to me is a half-tamed cat who can't decide she likes me or hates me. Sometimes she is sweet, helpful, and friendly, other times she toys with me for her own amusement. She seems to be nice to other people though, she just doesn't like me, something about a woman who annoyed her. My only choice is to smile a bit more when I see her and hope that annoys her.

Written By Esoka

Jan. 20, 2018, 12:59 a.m.(1/2/1008 AR)

I was raised to be a warrior. It is not that every Greenblood born was required to carry a sword or spear but, as far back as any remembered, our line bore protectors of our tribe. It was in the blood, in the tales my grandfather told me, and I was strong and tough and not afraid of getting hit. And so I set myself on a path to join the blood warriors when I was just a girl. Later, when I bent the knee, I turned from a Greenwood blood warrior to a Riven soldier. And then a Riven knight. I've done things I'm proud of, that defended those I loved. And ugly things as well. I serve Gloria as well as I know how, and it's the only life I've known.

I never really imagined another. But I do sometimes think, now, about what might become of me if the wars end. If the fight against the darkness ends. I think of having time for children. Teaching them to swim and fish, while the man who is to be their father teaches them to shoot. I think of going on adventures that don't involve killing anyone, and seeing the warm shores of Lyceum or the proud shrines of the Oathlands in times of peace. I think I would dance and swim and climb trees more, instead of practice hitting things. Well, I'd probably still hit them for fun, but I'd do the other things more often, and not feel like I had to practice hitting ALL the time.

I don't know that a world without war can ever exist, but I find I can imagine what my life would be without it better than I could a year or two ago. And I've decided I rather like it. It's what I am fighting for, along with the other things I've always fought for.

Written By Aiden

Jan. 20, 2018, 12:04 a.m.(1/2/1008 AR)

Two more lost. I mourn for Prince Fergus and Marquessa Freja and give my condolences to the families.

When people depart and are reclaimed to the Wheel, you wish you had more opportunity to speak with them, that you took that chance to become part of their lives, in this life.

As I recall, I assisted in training the then Princess Freja's vulture...Dangerfloof, the bearded vulture. I had meant to ask her so much more... about everything... and never did.

So our paths ... only touched briefly.

((OOC: Fixed for ooc goof))

Written By Victus

Jan. 19, 2018, 11:10 p.m.(1/2/1008 AR)

Relationship Note on Freja

Gods damn it all, shit fuck. Who the fuck does something like this? You fucking coward out there. I'll see you bleed.

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