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Written By Audric

Oct. 22, 2017, 12:31 a.m.(6/11/1007 AR)

Relationship Note on Isabetta

Alas, Prince Talen rarely hunts people himself any more. He has a rose Baron with a lot of experience in that sort of thing to do it for him, now! Good to be the boss, eh?

Written By Leona

Oct. 22, 2017, 12:26 a.m.(6/11/1007 AR)

Relationship Note on Fiachra

Alis's husband (and, it should be noted, Ellara's doting father) has a good head on his shoulders. He's firm about what is right, he's not waiting for someone else to come and fix things - he's working on it himself. I approve. He stands firm against the dark, and he knows what he wants out of life. I like him a great deal already, and I imagine we'll only get along better as time goes on.

Written By Alarissa

Oct. 21, 2017, 11:21 p.m.(6/11/1007 AR)

1st - Grayson (329) Lead by Marquis Malesh and rowed by Prince Barric, Dame Esoka and Count Thesarin.
2nd - Thrax (278) Lead by Lady Titania and rowed by Duke Harald, Lord Faelan and Count Artorius.
3rd - Valardin (194) Lead by Princess Sophie and rowed by Lord Armand, Princess Katarina, Marquis Gaston
4th - Crownsworn/Godsworn (NPC's)
5th - Velenosa (NPC's)
6th - Redrain (NPC's)

A harrowing race and a little bit of place switching by all. In the end though, ahead by a foot was Grayson, soon followed by Thrax, Valardin sliding in to take third. The Crownsworn gave a good fight, Velenosa brought it and bringing up the rear but no less well done is Redrain.

The cup will sit in Grayson's House for all to see and next year... next year Thrax will take it, I am sure.

Written By Mirari

Oct. 21, 2017, 11:11 p.m.(6/11/1007 AR)

I do rarely read other people's whites, however, Baron de Lire's are usually amusing so sometimes I peek. Now, his last one wasn't so much *amusing* as it was something I agree with. Professionalism is something one should pride themselves on. I cannot express how annoying it is to politely remove someone's hands from my person or keep reminding them that I am asking them about numbers, jewels, materials, flowers, scents, etc.

Business is business. Let's keep it that way, yes?

Written By Cambria

Oct. 21, 2017, 6:57 p.m.(6/10/1007 AR)

Give with a free hand, but give of your own.

Written By Isabetta

Oct. 21, 2017, 5:16 p.m.(6/10/1007 AR)

I have just received a message that his Grace, The Prince Talen Velenosa, Sword of Lenosia, Archduke Consort of Lenosia,
Grand Duke Consort of the Lyceum, Sword of the Mirrorguard, Voice of the Artiglio
and if I'm not terribly mistaken, first of his name. . .

Has Deigned to find me worthy of a most generous and momentous invitation to dine with him
as he put it, when not up to trouble.

Naturally I am so overcome with the gravity of such an honor that I find myself even now riding
out for a hunt. My great regret that I am unable to meet with him and so overcome am I with
joy that I do not know what to do with myself but what I do best, this "trouble" he speaks of.

I loathe to be so verbose.

I also loathe to be the hunted, rather than the hunter, but a challenge must be met, so if I am
to be getting into "trouble" then I shall not disappoint.

Someday I shall thank him for the ready made excuse.

If he ever catches me.

Written By Fortunato

Oct. 21, 2017, 1:25 p.m.(6/10/1007 AR)

Relationship Note on Laric

My actual patron. If friend, too. Not the only one who can tell you that the Master of Questions has a none-too-subtle sense of humor. He is, fortunately, amused by stupid sketches and long-missed and still-missed deadlines. Not that I plan to do anything too shady where he can see. Not that I ever do anything shady. Is he reading this? How many more provisions should I drop here.

Written By Fortunato

Oct. 21, 2017, 1:16 p.m.(6/10/1007 AR)

Relationship Note on Leona

Ah, Leona. Rare sort of person to come from power, and burn for the welfare of the smallfolk with nearly the fervor she has for her sworn charge. Without a hint of magnanimity, either (ask me how I feel about magnanimity, ask me!). But let me not speak of Leona more like a patron than as a surprising friend. Been wonderful to talk frankly and widely with someone so thoughtful and direct.

Written By Reigna

Oct. 21, 2017, 12:46 p.m.(6/10/1007 AR)

Soon. Soon now. Each day brings the arrival closer, and soon I will feel like myself again. Not that I do not feel myself now, it is simply these are the hard months, when my entire body aches and I feel my skin is too tight and I cannot sleep for the worry running in my veins like cold silver. It feels at times the only emotion I feel these days is worry. I try to push it away, I sing my prayers and I spend time in the reading garden and I try to focus on the tasks before me, but then the fear comes. I have seen births and at the time I was focused on the mother, on helping her through, but when I am in the role of healer, emotions fall away and the moments are the focus, I think of my training and the steps that will come next and I focus there on each step. But this time... I feel like a child with a hundred silly questions to which I know the answer. Will it hurt? Of course it will. Will I die? I certainly hope not. Kael will be with me, and for that I feel a wealth of gratitude.

Soon now.

Written By Aleksei

Oct. 21, 2017, 11:17 a.m.(6/10/1007 AR)

Relationship Note on Magpie

Well, Saedrus actually organized it this year, so OBVIOUSLY it's going to be better!

Written By Magpie

Oct. 21, 2017, 10:55 a.m.(6/10/1007 AR)

If anyone feels the overwhelming desire to donate opulent things to Mae's soup kitchen despite her saying not to... please feel free. I will ensure the donations will go to a good home.

I went to an amazing party last night. Way better than last year's party.
Yes, I'm definitely tracking that.

I should figure out when Mae's birthday is so I can throw her a party. Does anyone know? Someone please send me the date if you know.

Written By Audric

Oct. 21, 2017, 5:48 a.m.(6/9/1007 AR)

It's so very rare that I meet with someone I've dealt with occasionally in passing, usually at parties or whatnot, and then when I meet with them in a professional setting I'm so terribly impressed! Professionalism is a virtue that so few people have. It's up there with... bathing, or being nice to the serving staff. Professionalism, like those two things, costs you nothing, but can gain you as much as your life.

Written By Esoka

Oct. 21, 2017, 12:10 a.m.(6/9/1007 AR)

I will not write of whatever "strategy" might be in the twisted, evil brain of the herald of slavery. What I shall do is give my account of the battle against the Horned God's forces on the northern border of the Crownlands. For I was there, on the field, and I feel a need to put it to paper and before the scribes, even as it still haunts my dreams and I struggle to make any proper sense of it. It is but one knight's memory of this day. Vellichor can take it for what He will.

I was able to conclude my errand in the Gray Forest in time to join the armies encamped as a border guard against the Horned God's forces. I took my place in the cavalry, with Lord Rymarr's personnel from the ranks of Deepwood and its vassals, and alongside Dame Thena, Sir Daemon, and Duke Vercyn. The attack was not unexpected and we rallied to meet it. Our scouts brought us good intelligence of the enemy that allowed us to focus our forces to deadly effect, our archers were sharp upon their bows and cut down many before they had a chance to reach us. The shield wall of the infantry held with fierce bravery, and the medics were vigilant in taking our wounded from the field. From my view of our charge among the horse, we were successful in disrupting their flanking attempts and had the advantage upon the field. We were winning.

And then the Horned God appeared, voice ringing like the terrible slick of evil in our ears, and it did not matter.

What happened next is a nightmare. For the poor souls of the shav'arvani this creature had tricked and deceived into his service more than anyone. For the enemy troops were no longer men and women at all, but turned by the cruel magic of the Abyss into a cloud of millions of wasps which set upon us like a press of stinging poison. Tales will and should be told of the heroes like Lord Faelan and Duke Harald, who charged the Horned God with a bravery out of legend, and put their own lives on the line to save so many as we regrouped to retreat. But I do not believe any of us could have killed him this day. That most of those I loved escaped the field alive, I thank the gods for this. For those that fell, I mourn. And I pray we find a way to defeat the Horned God, I saw clearly upon the field that day that it will take more than armies. Though I do not think this is the last battle in which we shall engage his poor, fool slaves.

Tonight I sit vigil in the shrine of Gloria, in thanks for my own life and to pray for courage and valor in what is to come. And perhaps for some insight in how to defeat this horror. There shall be more battles to come against this horror, I do think.

Written By Leona

Oct. 20, 2017, 6:48 p.m.(6/8/1007 AR)

Relationship Note on Fortunato

I admire his vision and his view on the world. He is a skilled painter, not just because he has the gift for art but because he has the vision to see behind the facade that most people present to the world. This goes hand in hand with his philosophical nature, and if he would argue about that because of his background, well. That's just more proof I'm right. A good friend, and an interesting conversational companion indeed.

Written By Calaudrin

Oct. 20, 2017, 5:10 p.m.(6/8/1007 AR)

Relationship Note on Halsim

Maybe you weren't there.

But let me tell you something:

Anything that has the ability to turn ONE person into a fucking insect for shits and giggles? That's terrifying. The blood freezing kind of terrifying.

Take that and multiply it by hundreds of people.

This is bad, very bad.

Written By Edward

Oct. 20, 2017, 4:06 p.m.(6/8/1007 AR)

Relationship Note on Halsim

It could also be that, like Brand, it is just not that great of a military leader. Which will benefit Arx and the defenders the more and more it wastes time and resources.

Written By Thena

Oct. 20, 2017, 3:59 p.m.(6/8/1007 AR)

Relationship Note on Halsim

He's playing with us. He could have destroyed us at Farhaven and he didn't because he didn't feel like it.

Written By Shard

Oct. 20, 2017, 3:46 p.m.(6/8/1007 AR)

Relationship Note on Halsim

We didn't see his converted armies. Not that last fight, in any case. Those were the people he lied to. The people he convinced that the Compact were responsible for the poison killing their shamans and their spirits and hurting their people. He convinced them you were their enemies, something that I imagine was ridiculously easy to do, considering everything else the Compact does to them without any need for the Horned One to lie about.

And then, for no other reason than because he fucking could, he killed every single one of them with a thought, in an instant--turned their bodies into insects because those people didn't mean anything more to him than they did to you.

Written By Halsim

Oct. 20, 2017, 2:34 p.m.(6/8/1007 AR)

With all the talk about the things we fought up north being hive minded, I would have thought we'd have seen a lot more cohesion in the army we found.

The Silent War had more organization in the ranks... so what stopped the Horned One from doing the same for its' fodder?

Written By Eirene

Oct. 20, 2017, 9:13 a.m.(6/8/1007 AR)

Women do not discuss their ages with men. It's a known fact, and men who want to keep their internal organs internal do not comment or draw attention to it unless she specifically does so first, like discussing plans for her birthday and what gifts she'd like and what age she'd like to be referred to even if you know that's a flat out bold-ass faced lie. Or an ass-faced lie too.

A free lesson for men.

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