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Written By Orathy

Nov. 5, 2017, 2:19 a.m.(7/11/1007 AR)

This Arx lot be caring about people called Abandoned and now Thralls. Reckon it be a good thing the Cullers be around to look after our own people in the Lowers. Mae be a good example of it. Reckon I be proud of her.

Written By Orathy

Nov. 5, 2017, 1:40 a.m.(7/11/1007 AR)

Anyone be needing a hand with sorting out the good from the bad or freemen from nobles and shit... reckon I be bored enough to swing a club at their heads, for a price.

Written By Sophie

Nov. 4, 2017, 10:41 p.m.(7/11/1007 AR)

My heart breaks for what is transpiring in Stormward.

The proverb of "all things in their proper time and place" is no platitude. Too much change, too suddenly, is traumatic. It can even kill. Although things can be done to expedite the healing process, healing still takes time. Sometimes, too much medicine is as lethal as the ailment. Acclimation is required if the host is to survive. It is the stark and painful truth all healers must accept even as we strive to mend and save all we can.

I pray for and work towards a day where Thralldom will be abolished, aching in knowing that it will never be as soon as I wish. Alas, such often is the purview of change, working at pace that does not suit my impatience, yet urging us to be mindful of the care we give during such trying times.

What is done is done, though, and now we must stem the bleeding before Stormward entirely hemorrhages. The health of the entire Compact will be impacted by how we treat this grievous wound. I daresay that extends to all of humanity.

I will give what aid I am able, in comfort, in coin, and in the implementation of support systems with the Mercy chapters in Stormward, the Maelstrom, and any other holding that will welcome the former thralls. Those who wish me to coordinate with the respective Mother or Father Mercy of their holding's chapterhouses are urged to please contact me.

Furthermore, those former thralls with the interest to serve Our Lady of Change as a Mercy of Lagoma will be welcomed as a novitiate, here, in Arx, where they will undergo all the rigors and proper training to warrant wearing the mantle of a Mercy. Those who are willing and able to aid in the logistics of such a relocation are also urged to please contact me.

May the Gods bless and keep us all. May our inner light ever continue to shine.

Yours, in Faith and in service,
Princess Sophie Valardin, the Mother Mercy of Arx

Written By Edward

Nov. 4, 2017, 9:06 p.m.(7/11/1007 AR)

Well. We should be thankful House Kennex is lucky to have the Compact available for advise on how to handle starvation, poverty, and the homeless.

Written By Monique

Nov. 4, 2017, 6:34 p.m.(7/10/1007 AR)

Relationship Note on Tessa

Breathtaking on her own. The ring is just adornment to that beauty.

Written By Margot

Nov. 4, 2017, 6:34 p.m.(7/10/1007 AR)

I have been asked, repeatedly why I have not abolished thralldom, and what has transpired in the south is a good part of that. Instead I have chosen to foster in my vessels a compassion, encouraged them to see their thralls as their citizens, their vassals as much as any other member of the common folk is. I have chosen to see the separate groups of thralls - the Prodigals, the Debters and Criminals - each differently, and to treat them as such, giving Debters and Prodigals the opportunity to be improved by their service, to learn skills they would not have access to other wise, to be exposed to higher levels of culture than they might have other wise. In mine own home, at the end of their service these people often stay, they are paid, they are trusted, they are productive and they thrive.

And at the same time, that criminals, true criminals, murderers, pirates, violent men and thugs that their service is more punitive, they are not trusted in houses, they are laborers. These are the population that row ships, work mines and fields, they have earned their position, they owe compensation to their communities.

No situation is black and white. A rainbow of gray exists in almost all things.

Written By Victus

Nov. 4, 2017, 6:25 p.m.(7/10/1007 AR)

Change is a scary thing. It's difficult, it's new, it means stepping outside the comfort of how things have always been. But there's a lot to learn from it to. Adapting, evolving. I've spoken of it before but I think it's plenty fucking relevant now. The hand of change can't be forced. It'll move at its own pace.

You can encourage it, you can nurture it, you can motivate it to speed along. Really, you should if you want to make a difference too. But ya' can't make it sit and heel on your command. I hope that something we can take from the lot of this shit is that there needs to be steps, planning, caution and most importantly patience.

Every little movement in a body of water is gonna alter the waves. Whether you're splashing like a motherfucker, going at an even pace, or just sitting still and being an obstacle for it to bypass. Swim well, the lot of you. We'll get through this yet.

Written By Tessa

Nov. 4, 2017, 5:39 p.m.(7/10/1007 AR)

Relationship Note on Monique

Oh gods, what a generous benefactor! When I have coin enough I shall have to remember her example and emulate it. What joy fills my heart every time I look at her kind gift, I only hope I can provide the same for others.

Written By Bliss

Nov. 4, 2017, 2:41 p.m.(7/10/1007 AR)

Relationship Note on Orazio

The Legate of Concepts, after a single meeting, has captured me in words better than most others ever could. i almost cried reading it.

This is the new bar, ladies and lords of Arx, for stealing my breath.

Written By Monique

Nov. 4, 2017, 2:25 p.m.(7/10/1007 AR)

Wonderful masked ball at Laurent! You know it's a good party when someone gets thrown in a pool of water.

Written By Thesarin

Nov. 4, 2017, 12:42 p.m.(7/10/1007 AR)

I would record hiw glad I am that the Master of Questions will recover, and that the King's royal person was unharmed.

I would also lay out my sadness for the stout warrior of the King's own who lost his life in the attack. To his last, he stood by his word and gave his life to his kingdom. It was a good death, and the gods will know him by it.

Written By Edward

Nov. 4, 2017, 10:02 a.m.(7/10/1007 AR)

Relationship Note on Fatima

Just make sure they send you a ship that is more function over form.

Written By Orazio

Nov. 4, 2017, 9:48 a.m.(7/10/1007 AR)

Relationship Note on Hadrian

I...shall keep that in mind, honored Marquis. Your kindness and willingness to accommodate unusual requests for hospitality have ever been qualities I have admired about you.

Written By Hadrian

Nov. 4, 2017, 9:41 a.m.(7/10/1007 AR)

Relationship Note on Orazio

Should the esteemed Legate of Concepts desire an opportunity to smell some burnt bread though? Hit me up. I know a guy.

Written By Orazio

Nov. 4, 2017, 9:28 a.m.(7/10/1007 AR)

Relationship Note on Hadrian

Sadly, my windows are not downwind of the Rectory kitchens, and the cook rarely, if ever, burns her bread. Of if she does, I suspect she would cut off her own right hand and join the Silent Reflections willingly rather than admit it to anyone.

So, no. Not at the moment.

Written By Hadrian

Nov. 4, 2017, 9:25 a.m.(7/10/1007 AR)

Relationship Note on Orazio

Do you smell burnt bread?

Written By Orazio

Nov. 4, 2017, 9:19 a.m.(7/10/1007 AR)

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Written By Jhond

Nov. 4, 2017, 9:15 a.m.(7/10/1007 AR)

A jaunt. A trip. A walkabout.... Adventure!

Written By Jhond

Nov. 4, 2017, 9:14 a.m.(7/10/1007 AR)

My companion for the party left early and didn't even sleeve a slipper behind. Maybe the stories aren't all that true.

Written By Orazio

Nov. 4, 2017, 9:12 a.m.(7/10/1007 AR)

Relationship Note on Bliss

There are people who are as deep as rivers, where the calm surface hides torrents and currents strong enough to drown a man in the blink of an eye. There are people who are more like fires, burning brightly and frenetically, shedding light and heat in equal measure, drawing those around them close enough to burn. Some people are like the wind, unceasing, hard to catch, sometimes soft and sometimes chill against your skin.

But the Whisper Bliss is, I think, more like an avalanche waiting to happen. Even at rest, the potential hangs about her, making you catch your breath and hold it, lest you trigger the inevitable. And yet, in the deepest seat of your mind, you want to cast a rock at just the right place. Not out of hope of escaping what follows, but because the magnificent stampede is, quite simply, worth being buried alive.

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