Written By Carita
Nov. 24, 2017, 6:16 p.m.(8/24/1007 AR)
Dearest and farthest,
I write you letters that I send, and letters that I only write to keep safe within the pages of my Journal. Yet. These are the ones laid bare, open for all to see. I can feel the days growing shorter. I can feel the threat of autumn if I wait long enough after sunset. Once the world is quiet and dark and each evening is one second longer than the one before.
Waiting is making me restless. I feel it clawing. Waiting is making me wish to be less compliant. Less complacent. I am losing patience with small talk, the social whirl of endless events is losing its charm, and a full wardrobe that -- well, no -- it would be a /lie/ to say that I do not enjoy the seasilk and the umbra. I do. I always will. Pieces that I can touch, wear, knowing that those are items that are rightfully mine. Reminders that I ought to refuse to settle. Reminders of who I am now, and what I could be if only I would simply open my arms wide and let the light in --
Stop overthinking, you might tell me. Chase away the cobwebs for lingering too long. Although, truly, with a gentle tap on the shoulder you might also tell me to think /more/ of the ones I hold dear. Less of myself. Let go of what wasn't meant to be mine. Apologize for my pettiness, my selfishness, my desires and my vanities. Perhaps, instead, I ought to listen to you -- to those that I should listen to -- and ask them how I might be best suited to help them in their causes.
-- to let in the light, to listen.
I will certainly try.
Always,
C.
I write you letters that I send, and letters that I only write to keep safe within the pages of my Journal. Yet. These are the ones laid bare, open for all to see. I can feel the days growing shorter. I can feel the threat of autumn if I wait long enough after sunset. Once the world is quiet and dark and each evening is one second longer than the one before.
Waiting is making me restless. I feel it clawing. Waiting is making me wish to be less compliant. Less complacent. I am losing patience with small talk, the social whirl of endless events is losing its charm, and a full wardrobe that -- well, no -- it would be a /lie/ to say that I do not enjoy the seasilk and the umbra. I do. I always will. Pieces that I can touch, wear, knowing that those are items that are rightfully mine. Reminders that I ought to refuse to settle. Reminders of who I am now, and what I could be if only I would simply open my arms wide and let the light in --
Stop overthinking, you might tell me. Chase away the cobwebs for lingering too long. Although, truly, with a gentle tap on the shoulder you might also tell me to think /more/ of the ones I hold dear. Less of myself. Let go of what wasn't meant to be mine. Apologize for my pettiness, my selfishness, my desires and my vanities. Perhaps, instead, I ought to listen to you -- to those that I should listen to -- and ask them how I might be best suited to help them in their causes.
-- to let in the light, to listen.
I will certainly try.
Always,
C.
Written By Corban
Nov. 24, 2017, 5:24 p.m.(8/24/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Ailith
I have always found the Palace seraph a font of wisdom, and her meditation on gratefulness is no different. I sent some notes to those that I am grateful for, those who enrich my life through their presence, and those who have given me insight of places darkened before.
It is only fitting, then, that one of my notes was bound for the Palace seraph herself.
It is only fitting, then, that one of my notes was bound for the Palace seraph herself.
Written By Edain
Nov. 24, 2017, 5:23 p.m.(8/24/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Aureth
I have always believed that the Pantheon is greater than the sum of it's parts, and the greatest strength of the divine is how they work together to make something greater than any single one of them alone. I think Lady Aislin's thought has merit, and it's very possible that the Queen of Endings has sent certain souls back to us at the request of her divine brothers and sisters.
Written By Aureth
Nov. 24, 2017, 3:25 p.m.(8/24/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Aislin
I'm pretty sure that's Death's call.
Written By Aiden
Nov. 24, 2017, 1:54 p.m.(8/24/1007 AR)
I'm on the mend. I feel better. I look forward to reconnecting with family and friends. I also hear my brother is back in Arx, high time to say hello I think! The family dinner will at least allow me to do that.
Written By Aislin
Nov. 24, 2017, 1:34 p.m.(8/24/1007 AR)
I keep hearing of more and more people in the city rediscovering their past lives. It seems like every week or two, there's a new one. People trying to find old memories by meditating in the Hall of Heroes, reconnecting with those who were important to them in past lives, or even just digging through history in hopes that some forgotten fact trips a half-remembered moment.
I can't imagine it's common for this many people to be reborn all at once, throughout history. Which makes me wonder, how long have things been coming to a boil, that someone -- whether Aion himself or someone else -- thought it was necessary to have so many notable souls reborn in that stretch twenty to thirty years ago? It's the least of my concerns, really, given everything else going on. But it's still an item of curiosity, and if things ever do quiet down I plan to look into a pet theory of mine about the entire business.
"If things ever do quiet down" seems a very long way off, however.
I can't imagine it's common for this many people to be reborn all at once, throughout history. Which makes me wonder, how long have things been coming to a boil, that someone -- whether Aion himself or someone else -- thought it was necessary to have so many notable souls reborn in that stretch twenty to thirty years ago? It's the least of my concerns, really, given everything else going on. But it's still an item of curiosity, and if things ever do quiet down I plan to look into a pet theory of mine about the entire business.
"If things ever do quiet down" seems a very long way off, however.
Written By Armand
Nov. 24, 2017, 11:13 a.m.(8/22/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Caprice
Expertise in clothing but also the written word!
Well done! Jayus truly inspires.
Well done! Jayus truly inspires.
Written By Caprice
Nov. 24, 2017, 10:23 a.m.(8/22/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Audric
Yes, of course. Jayus cares to find art and care for all of artwork. No matter how small.
Written By Ainsley
Nov. 24, 2017, 2:48 a.m.(8/21/1007 AR)
*The first part of this journal is done in painstakingly neat script.*
I cast my love upon his pyre.
Turned my heart to frozen stone.
But I stood beside her.
She burns, and made this fire shone.
To darkness I did aspire,
Tried to lock my heart away.
But I came to see her.
She burns, and made this fire play.
I doused my flames in sorrow.
But she burns, she burns higher.
So I walk into tomorrow.
I rekindled my fire.
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*Two double lines have been placed underneath the poem, and the handwriting is not as neat in the rest of this entry.*
- The sound of the river rushing under the Sovereign Bridge, so far below.
- That first crisply chill morning in autumn, before the leaves start changing colors.
- The bite of winter thawed out by a hearth.
- Running Iron Guard recruits through drills, the astonished faces when they push farther than they thought they could.
- Cleaning my blades and maintaining their sharpness.
- Battle: Friendly sparring or righteous combat.
- Old friends and new alike.
- Old pains and new joys.
- The shriek of a toddler who does not want to take a bath.
- The laughter of a toddler who has beaten me with his wooden training sword.
- The look of pride on my mother's face when I do *almost anything*, surely, she'd make me feel proud just by carrying a bucket of water to her.
- The look of pride on my father's face when I told I killed Brand.
- The ache after a hard day of real, tiring labor-- for the iron guard, or volunteering to help rebuild something.
- Caring for my vassals; noble and common alike.
- My duties as a Voice of Grayson to my fealty.
- My duties as Deputy Commander of the Iron Guard to Arx.
- My duties to the world as Paladin of the Sword.
I cast my love upon his pyre.
Turned my heart to frozen stone.
But I stood beside her.
She burns, and made this fire shone.
To darkness I did aspire,
Tried to lock my heart away.
But I came to see her.
She burns, and made this fire play.
I doused my flames in sorrow.
But she burns, she burns higher.
So I walk into tomorrow.
I rekindled my fire.
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*Two double lines have been placed underneath the poem, and the handwriting is not as neat in the rest of this entry.*
- The sound of the river rushing under the Sovereign Bridge, so far below.
- That first crisply chill morning in autumn, before the leaves start changing colors.
- The bite of winter thawed out by a hearth.
- Running Iron Guard recruits through drills, the astonished faces when they push farther than they thought they could.
- Cleaning my blades and maintaining their sharpness.
- Battle: Friendly sparring or righteous combat.
- Old friends and new alike.
- Old pains and new joys.
- The shriek of a toddler who does not want to take a bath.
- The laughter of a toddler who has beaten me with his wooden training sword.
- The look of pride on my mother's face when I do *almost anything*, surely, she'd make me feel proud just by carrying a bucket of water to her.
- The look of pride on my father's face when I told I killed Brand.
- The ache after a hard day of real, tiring labor-- for the iron guard, or volunteering to help rebuild something.
- Caring for my vassals; noble and common alike.
- My duties as a Voice of Grayson to my fealty.
- My duties as Deputy Commander of the Iron Guard to Arx.
- My duties to the world as Paladin of the Sword.
Written By Audric
Nov. 24, 2017, 1:05 a.m.(8/21/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Caprice
Does Jayus dictate how a pair of really good pants cradles and emphasizes my bits, and keeps them properly padded and not stuck to my thigh? Because if so, maybe I'll reconsider my lack of devotion.
Written By Caprice
Nov. 24, 2017, 12:50 a.m.(8/21/1007 AR)
It has come up time and again.
Tailoring (or any artistic expression) is NOT just for profit. It is not just to be mass produced and out there. It's artwork. It is from the inspiration and breath of Jayus. Some of us have never felt the hand of the Gods as we do when we design and create something. I have clothing as my area of study and care. I pray every time that I thread my needle or weave my silk. I give a little bit of my being to that person that receives it with hopes it pleases them. I hope they see the work that went into it. I feel Jayus respond to me. I feel connected to my God when I create.
Tailoring (or any artistic expression) is NOT just for profit. It is not just to be mass produced and out there. It's artwork. It is from the inspiration and breath of Jayus. Some of us have never felt the hand of the Gods as we do when we design and create something. I have clothing as my area of study and care. I pray every time that I thread my needle or weave my silk. I give a little bit of my being to that person that receives it with hopes it pleases them. I hope they see the work that went into it. I feel Jayus respond to me. I feel connected to my God when I create.
Written By Victus
Nov. 23, 2017, 11:38 p.m.(8/21/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Alarissa
Yeah, you heard the high lady. That question is not appropriate for me to answer.
Besides, my wife is pretty as fuck anyhow. You can be in your own league of Salt Ladies, where sailors can sing some good ol' fucking shanties about heated nights. Then once they've had their teeth knocked in, they can sing something else.
Besides, my wife is pretty as fuck anyhow. You can be in your own league of Salt Ladies, where sailors can sing some good ol' fucking shanties about heated nights. Then once they've had their teeth knocked in, they can sing something else.
Written By Lark
Nov. 23, 2017, 10:44 p.m.(8/21/1007 AR)
I did not think it should need to be stated, but please do not beg for a comparison to a princess of Grayson in journals to the city. Any answer to such a question is not appropriate to this medium.
Written By Cambria
Nov. 23, 2017, 7:56 p.m.(8/21/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Driskell
Verily, even maps can sin.
Written By Driskell
Nov. 23, 2017, 7:05 p.m.(8/21/1007 AR)
A passage from the Proverbs of the Theologia Tehomatica: What good does it do to run as quickly as you can when you're moving down the wrong road? Not all paths lead to the same destination, take time to think before you act.
Written By Edain
Nov. 23, 2017, 6:40 p.m.(8/20/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Victus
It's a trap!
Written By Neve
Nov. 23, 2017, 5:25 p.m.(8/20/1007 AR)
I have been through horrible hardships in my life, yet my life has also been filled with wonder and wonderful moments. I must say that though I never got to know my birth parents per se, I haven’t had a bad life because of it. I am thinking of this because after speaking with Lord Darrow, I know there are many refugees that are suffering. I don’t know of many things in the world. I have been closed off, but finding now the destruction wrought by Abyssal forces, I find myself needing to assist. I have agreed to take in 40 refugee families into Greenwood. Good people, who are willing to work. We have a home, and we can teach them a trade. I think we need to welcome in those that need us most. I have also pledged my own coin to assist with the navy rebuilding project and assistance with the refugees, and encourage anyone else who can spare it to do so as well. I have also connected Lord Darrow with Marquis Marius to broker a fair deal for timber. I was fortunate enough that my worst misfortune came at a time where I was too young to understand. I feel compelled to help those whom are experiencing such pain now in a very real, conscious way. Even though there is great pain now, I know as someone whom has been through pain before that life can have meaning – even if you seem lost or listless for a time. I hope that we can provide them a better life for the immediate future. I also hope I do not offend them. I am not good at speaking, and I speak with the grace of a woman with a potato stuck in her mouth. A large potato – very starchy. And uncooked. Like a large, starchy, uncooked potato in her mouth. I may have someone else do the actual welcoming.
Written By Alarissa
Nov. 23, 2017, 4:22 p.m.(8/20/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Victus
Am I as enchanting as the Princess Tikva?
Written By Katarina
Nov. 23, 2017, 1:49 p.m.(8/20/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Torstein
I finally made the acquaintance of Master Torstein. He is Sameera's new husband, and quite ... something else. I don't know how I feel about him yet, but he seems pleasant enough. But the moment he upsets or hurts her, I'll beat him to a pulp.
Written By Lucita
Nov. 23, 2017, 12:51 p.m.(8/20/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Alaric
Oh, my! Music, wine, ventilated dresses, mischief plotting, weddings, moon-lit events, such a variety of topics amid a variety of people! The King has gotten to know me well enough to tease me, what fun! (I wonder if Estaban is considering eloping or something private yet.)
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