Written By Calypso
Nov. 1, 2017, 1:48 p.m.(7/4/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Stefano
He is growing and learning in leaps and bounds. I am excited to see Gilden flourishing under his command. Excellent conversationalist and quickly becoming a tactical mind worth engaging. I suppose what I'm trying to say is...
Good game.
Good game.
Written By Tikva
Nov. 1, 2017, 1:48 p.m.(7/4/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Malesh
The Marquis is good hearted in his description of me, although for myself I am not sure if I displayed derring-do or derring-dumb.
Still, Amanita, the balalaika, survived the adventure, and if I had actually made contact, I am sure this would not be the case.
Still, Amanita, the balalaika, survived the adventure, and if I had actually made contact, I am sure this would not be the case.
Written By Aiden
Nov. 1, 2017, 12:58 p.m.(7/4/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Aurelian
I will have to consider what we spoke about in greater detail.
Life changes. Mine might well change again, if the gods will it and if I make the right choices.
Still, I can be thankful for the fact that our meeting kept me away from the incident in the Grayson manor, however unorthodox I may be, there is always a reason for why things turn out the way they do.
Life changes. Mine might well change again, if the gods will it and if I make the right choices.
Still, I can be thankful for the fact that our meeting kept me away from the incident in the Grayson manor, however unorthodox I may be, there is always a reason for why things turn out the way they do.
Written By Alis
Nov. 1, 2017, 12:25 p.m.(7/4/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Calaudrin
I have no idea what exactly goes into the making of that gut rot hooch you're selling (and please, please, don't tell me). But I will say that it sure as shit works to take your mind off anything else!!
Written By Lark
Nov. 1, 2017, 10:38 a.m.(7/4/1007 AR)
By grace of Lagoma, my cousin will live. These would-be assassins carved a path of blood into the heart of my family, close enough to threaten it, but no Grayson will fall so easily. I will tear this world apart, piece by piece until my fingers are bloody, before I will let that happen. I stand at the gates, ready to spill my own blood before I will let anyone touch my family's. My family grows, life held within the wombs of many, and my protective wings grow with it. The next generation is now under my care, and I shall protect them.
Written By Laric
Nov. 1, 2017, 10:31 a.m.(7/4/1007 AR)
Marquis Malesh's account of last night is not entirely accurate, though the details of the attack and the nature of my wounds are not a matter I care to broach in white journals. The physicians expect me to make a full recovery in time. If Lagoma smiles upon me, the only lasting damage will be scars. My thanks to Princess Inquisitor Tikva, High Inquisitor Alistair, Count Thesarin and Lady Joslyn, as well as the numerous loyal Confessors and King's Own for their quick-thinking and readiness to do their duties.
And Lark's dogs. What good boys.
My thanks to those who reached out to ask after my well-being as well. I intend to reply to each of you in time.
And Lark's dogs. What good boys.
My thanks to those who reached out to ask after my well-being as well. I intend to reply to each of you in time.
Written By Eirene
Nov. 1, 2017, 10:22 a.m.(7/4/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Enyo
At this rate, we'll have to call Arx Southport East.
Welcome niece. Don't do anything I would do.
Welcome niece. Don't do anything I would do.
Written By Malesh
Nov. 1, 2017, 3:46 a.m.(7/3/1007 AR)
What an unfortunate turn of events at an otherwise decent gathering of family and vassals.
I am quite proud of Lady Joslyn for her prowess in the Melee, her courage and ability were on fine display. What more can one ask of family? Her place in mine was well earned, let it be recorded here!
What a sight to see Princess Tikva charge in with her hands full of instrument instead of steel, rushing to aid! Her pluck and courage prove she has the fighter's spirit as well, and what a voice!
It would be the most impressive memory of the whole startling affair if I had not seen Prince Laric mount a table, only to ignite his clothing on some candelabra or chandelier! The poor man! Chased from the pot to the fire quite literally!
I ruined a good coat putting him out, but what is one coat in such an affair?
Thank goodness none of the Grayson library was lost, though sadly somewhere a family mourns the loss of their kin who fell defending the king. Mourn not too much! He fell doing honor to the gods and the compact, and will surely be rewarded!
I am quite proud of Lady Joslyn for her prowess in the Melee, her courage and ability were on fine display. What more can one ask of family? Her place in mine was well earned, let it be recorded here!
What a sight to see Princess Tikva charge in with her hands full of instrument instead of steel, rushing to aid! Her pluck and courage prove she has the fighter's spirit as well, and what a voice!
It would be the most impressive memory of the whole startling affair if I had not seen Prince Laric mount a table, only to ignite his clothing on some candelabra or chandelier! The poor man! Chased from the pot to the fire quite literally!
I ruined a good coat putting him out, but what is one coat in such an affair?
Thank goodness none of the Grayson library was lost, though sadly somewhere a family mourns the loss of their kin who fell defending the king. Mourn not too much! He fell doing honor to the gods and the compact, and will surely be rewarded!
Written By Vayne
Nov. 1, 2017, 3:32 a.m.(7/3/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Marian
Cast into the shape of a blade, steel finds purpose in the spilling of blood.
What virtue did it posses before the forging? What censure can be made after, for deeds suitable to it's aim?
A rebated sword might be consigned to the smelter and recast into another form, but what of a rebated soul? What then, Virtue? What Censure?
Judgment by the Gods waits for each of us, on the other side of the Mirror. But go look now, and try to find another name for what you see.
What virtue did it posses before the forging? What censure can be made after, for deeds suitable to it's aim?
A rebated sword might be consigned to the smelter and recast into another form, but what of a rebated soul? What then, Virtue? What Censure?
Judgment by the Gods waits for each of us, on the other side of the Mirror. But go look now, and try to find another name for what you see.
Written By Sergei
Nov. 1, 2017, 2:49 a.m.(7/3/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Shard
Always a new story coming back into this city. This time, it took a total of three minutes before some leggy, stern faced young lady nearly put a bottle of brandy into my face.
I'm taking the following as compliments:
- I didn't get glassed in the commons of the Valorous Few (which, admittedly, may be deserved)
- it was a bottle of brandy, not cheap-swill, under-the-table whiskey.
I think she likes me.
I'm taking the following as compliments:
- I didn't get glassed in the commons of the Valorous Few (which, admittedly, may be deserved)
- it was a bottle of brandy, not cheap-swill, under-the-table whiskey.
I think she likes me.
Written By Enyo
Nov. 1, 2017, 1:51 a.m.(7/3/1007 AR)
Day One.
I have to say that I love the way a fresh journal looks, and my timing seems to have been spot on for when I arrived in Arx. My first day here, and a brand new blank journal to begin capturing my experiences in.
So far, my arrival has been a mixed bag. I'm, of course, happy to see my family again instead of just staying in contact through messengers. But there is always that giddy nervousness when you arrive at your latest destination. I fear that by the end of the day my temper was short and I may have spoken more harshly than I would have normally in response to a few things. Perhaps after a good nights rest, a hot bath and a good meal my mood might be less brittle.
I've a number of things that I need to get done once I'm rested, but nothing that can't wait until tomorrow.
I have to say that I love the way a fresh journal looks, and my timing seems to have been spot on for when I arrived in Arx. My first day here, and a brand new blank journal to begin capturing my experiences in.
So far, my arrival has been a mixed bag. I'm, of course, happy to see my family again instead of just staying in contact through messengers. But there is always that giddy nervousness when you arrive at your latest destination. I fear that by the end of the day my temper was short and I may have spoken more harshly than I would have normally in response to a few things. Perhaps after a good nights rest, a hot bath and a good meal my mood might be less brittle.
I've a number of things that I need to get done once I'm rested, but nothing that can't wait until tomorrow.
Written By Mae
Nov. 1, 2017, 12:14 a.m.(7/3/1007 AR)
It seems we're learning more and more every single day. Truths hidden are rising up to the surface.
I can't help but wonder if we'll ever fully lift the veil.
I can't help but wonder if we'll ever fully lift the veil.
Written By Audric
Nov. 1, 2017, 12:12 a.m.(7/3/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Daemon
A true and steadfast friend!
Written By Daemon
Oct. 31, 2017, 11:47 p.m.(7/3/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Audric
Oh dear Audric, should you ever need a shoulder to cry on, you have a rough direction of where I live. I promise to only charge you the bare necessities, as I know you can afford it!
Written By Audric
Oct. 31, 2017, 11:42 p.m.(7/3/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Cambria
I'm sorry, okay?! I can't help the fact that the entire world is out to get me. Woe is me, so on and so forth. I already knew I was the worst, though. People tell me it often enough!
Written By Cambria
Oct. 31, 2017, 11:37 p.m.(7/3/1007 AR)
I love the smell of victimhood in the morning...
Actually, no. I cannot stand it.
To perpetually cling to ones hurt - whatever it may be - as a crutch, or a shield is tragic enough. Yet there are those who go just that step farther, and fashion it into a weapon. There is no discourse with such people. They are like a dog too long mistreated, unable to trust any hand that comes near, and so they lash out.
And you, of course, are simply The Worst. By the way, you can never 'understand,' either, so that route is inaccessible.
With such people, those who are strangers or passing acquaintances to you, anyway, family and friends being another matter entirely, it is better to just move on.
Actually, no. I cannot stand it.
To perpetually cling to ones hurt - whatever it may be - as a crutch, or a shield is tragic enough. Yet there are those who go just that step farther, and fashion it into a weapon. There is no discourse with such people. They are like a dog too long mistreated, unable to trust any hand that comes near, and so they lash out.
And you, of course, are simply The Worst. By the way, you can never 'understand,' either, so that route is inaccessible.
With such people, those who are strangers or passing acquaintances to you, anyway, family and friends being another matter entirely, it is better to just move on.
Written By Sameera
Oct. 31, 2017, 4:08 p.m.(7/2/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Caras
You're interesting too. Your attitude restores a little of my faith in the People of the Faith. I am very specifically saying people because my belief in the Gods never wavers, even if I am more of a spiritualist and Shaman inclined.
Written By Sameera
Oct. 31, 2017, 3:54 p.m.(7/2/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Audric
I rarely find myself liking someone right off the bat. The only other was Duke Harald Grimhall. If you can be convinced to meet in person one day I'll buy you a drink. I usually do tea but I can buy you a drink and pretend like I will drink with you.
Written By Alarissa
Oct. 31, 2017, 3:25 p.m.(7/2/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Victus
Lilybelle is the most 'delightful' cat, and the fairest in all the land. She is very good at catching rodents. She has only clawed me twice this week. That, is an improvement. She will be well deserving of any title levied on to her.
Yes, she was staring at me as I wrote this missive to be sent to the archives to be put into my whites.
Save me.
Yes, she was staring at me as I wrote this missive to be sent to the archives to be put into my whites.
Save me.
Written By Brianna
Oct. 31, 2017, 3:25 p.m.(7/2/1007 AR)
I want music with drums that beat loudly making my body want to dance, fires that roar and crackle, the clink of drinks being poured, the burn of whiskey down my throat and a pair of lips to kiss in the furs. I'd even settle for a battle to cleave someone's head off with my axe.
I hate being bored.
I hate being bored.
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