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Written By Haakon

Dec. 10, 2021, 9:04 p.m.(9/21/1016 AR)

Archscholar Oswyn has a gift for making sense of gibberish.

Written By Denica

Dec. 10, 2021, 3:55 p.m.(9/20/1016 AR)

Relationship Note on Jasher

It has come to my attention that my dearest cousin Jasher and my lovely protege Rook are claiming to have beat me and my delightful teammate in a competition.

I would like to clarify this, Scholar. They did not win. We tied.

May the record stand.

Denica: 1
Jasher: 1

Written By Rook

Dec. 10, 2021, 2:18 p.m.(9/20/1016 AR)

Relationship Note on Jasher

I had the occasion to spend some time getting to know my patron's dear cousin at the Whispers gala. What a fantastic idea that the Softest had!

While we certainly have not become best friends, there was a certain earnesty to the conversation, and I am not sure if we would have had that opportunity otherwise.

That we were able to win the contest certainly helps - I suspect he is just as competitive as his cousin!

Written By Aelgar

Dec. 10, 2021, 11:28 a.m.(9/20/1016 AR)

A slow week, this last. There have been Occasions and Gatherings and so on, but no problems or troubles. I see applications to the Scholars passing across the desk, although I am standing back so our new Archlscholar can share his vision for the growth of the organization. Lord Vellichor will lead us throughthe Archscholar, our unified size and reach ensuring the knowledge we are custodians of is available to all of humanity. In time, the sharing, the dissemination, will open doors for yet more help as those with the calling are drawn to us by the outreach we generate. Ever growing and working together, the Scholars are succeeding in bringing Vellichor's assigned mission to fruition.

Written By Udell

Dec. 10, 2021, 12:57 a.m.(9/19/1016 AR)

Finally, settling in and contemplations are finished and now I can begin my work in earnest. Glancing into the shrine, I begin to tidy up and lo, if I did not receive so many visitors that it was a wonder we were not passing out baked goods out front to draw them in!

But such kindness I heard about the Harlequins. Most of them, anyway. It warms my heart to know that She is represented by such fine people, and of course the blessings that She brings upon Zoey. Five children, and she asked ME for a blessing for the unborn still in her womb, the first of my new duties. And meeting the Blackheart and Marquis Dante and Lady Estil.


"But the Queen of Endings does not have an Archlector, does She?" That is what a few asked when I introduced myself. I am glad that I decided to emerge when I did before all of Arx began to believe I am but a figment of the Most Holy's daydreams.

Written By Rosalind

Dec. 9, 2021, 6:55 p.m.(9/19/1016 AR)

Relationship Note on Triton

My brother. My twin. My heartbeat. Is HOOOME! Time to catch him up on all the things! I think he's worried already. Can't wait!

Written By Elora

Dec. 9, 2021, 5:50 p.m.(9/19/1016 AR)

Two years. I never did learn what happened to him. They said that he died bravely, which I never doubted would happen, and that it was for the Compact. Of course it was. He loved the Compact.

Written By Triton

Dec. 9, 2021, 10:56 a.m.(9/18/1016 AR)

Back in Arx. Already miss the sea, but here I am. Need to check up on people and find out which gossip and rumors are wasting my damn time more than other gossip and rumors. Rosa will know, even if it does mean she's gonna get me in more trouble. Can't wait!

Written By Vashtalyn

Dec. 8, 2021, 10:33 p.m.(9/17/1016 AR)

What a busy week this has been! I've only just recently returned to Arx, and already I find myself once again settled into the rhythm of the city. Not only did I make and sell two full ensembles, but I have also found myself invited to the Bard's College. I have also started a search for a new patron, and find myself with many meetings to arrange. I feel truly inspired and grateful for the honor of each letter, and I suspect it will be a very difficult decision.

I admit, I fled the city in shame after that horrible debacle with my equestrian performance, but I am glad to be back. I have found nothing but kindness and welcome, and it warms my heart. I shall try not to let my failures get the better of me in the future.

Written By Mattheu

Dec. 8, 2021, 9:37 p.m.(9/17/1016 AR)

Before every performance there is always a moment where the world feels too large, too much for me to hold within my heart. Then the strings are played and the notes that sing out...

Even that blasted C that will never tune /just right/ it all fits together perfectly.

Or so I'm told.

I'm also told that it is haunting, beautiful, and can be rather sad. When I'm playing what comes from my heart directly.

Written By Pasquale

Dec. 8, 2021, 2:14 p.m.(9/16/1016 AR)

About a year ago I stumbled across a magpie chick under a ravaged nest. I almost left the bird behind but in the end I gathered it up and took it home. Sunaia taught me how to tend for it and over time that ugly bundle of spikes and knobbled skin turned into a handsome magpie that we called Mar (Originally we planned to call it Margaret). I thought he would leave this spring and go do what all the other birds do in the springtime but every attempt I have made to see him go off and return to the wild so far has simply resulted in a magpie tapping at my window until someone gives in and lets it back inside. In truth I am rather fond of the rascal, as are most of the other Malespero. I am glad that he stayed.

Written By Pasquale

Dec. 8, 2021, 2:10 p.m.(9/16/1016 AR)

Relationship Note on Sunaia

After all this time I still find her remarkable.

Written By Pasquale

Dec. 8, 2021, 1:51 p.m.(9/16/1016 AR)

Too much of my life is spent wide awake in the middle of the night with nothing but the stars and my books for company. I know that I should not complain - I have everything I need; a warm hearth, and easy access to the greatest libraries - but complaining often seems to be one of those very human things . I don't want to drink at times like these so I find other things to entertain me. Tonight I think I will work on a new cipher with which to amuse my sister Lianne. In the morning I will go looking for a suitable poem to put it to.

Written By Preston

Dec. 8, 2021, 1:42 p.m.(9/16/1016 AR)

In a recent battle, an attacker's blade broke my visor away and cleaved my helmet in two - indeed, if it had not struck my visor and the blow hadn't staggered me I would likely not be writing this. The attacker's friend was kind enough to provide what his friend missed, thrusting his blade between my armour's plates.

As I knelt there, stunned and with the sticky warmth of my blood against my side, I did what I always do when tested. I prayed. I did not pray for victory, I did not pray for revenge, I did not pray even for my life. I prayed the prayer of a Templar - the strength needed, whether this was the end or not, to save those there with me. And no more. The strength to do the honourable thing, to hold my head high. Thankfully we won however, and I was able to do more.

It has made me think of the helm that was lost. The rubicund armour I funded from my allowance, and by Most Holy - then Father - Orazio. It was funded after a second incident where an enemy's strike had pierced my steel breastplate at Maelstrom. The first incident, here in the city, I had been struck while trying to keep Little Sister and others safe and was sent flying across the district - thankfully Little Sister is a better sister than I. At Maelstrom, we stood against the foe, with Thrax, and held the gate.

The armour was first worn truly at Stormwall. My first large command. It has served me well since then. But now diamondplate replaces rubicund - with Arvum Oakhide, and not Cardian goods - and I still stand.

Written By Oswyn

Dec. 8, 2021, 1:30 p.m.(9/16/1016 AR)

I have been told auctioning off a bit of my time at the Gala - for dinner, or something - is a good idea. I've decided to try it. I'll admit to being a bit dubious about the whole affair. What's the worst that could happen? Maybe someone could get a cheap deal on an Archscholar. I'm good at accounting. I could teach you how to use critical thinking to solve problems or solve a puzzle box for you.

Written By Angelo

Dec. 8, 2021, 12:59 a.m.(9/15/1016 AR)

When I pause and seek to listen,
To that voice that is deep inside.
My search often finds only silence,
As if intuition has abandoned and died.

This moves me to sounds I observe,
With perception that is experienced and real.
While exercising any lack of emotion,
Where the technical outweighs any feel.

Now I realize the empirical shortfalls,
are rarely guided by any moral debate.
Yet the need is both complex and basic,
So that we sense a value, between love and hate.

Written By Angelo

Dec. 8, 2021, 12:38 a.m.(9/15/1016 AR)

You may think he is weird.
You may think she is odd.
Look deeper than the skin and see something you do not know, something you never thought of.

People are all different, finding different ways to heal.
People are all different, with unique ways to feel.

You may have a full heart ready and able to give love.
You may have a generous mind always seeking to feel love.

But some minds and hearts do not have the range of what you can receive or give.
Exposed and beaten by life, a life you would not want to live.

Some hearts and minds have holes inside where nothing can get through.
Some hearts and minds are broken and there is little you can say or do.

Listen to their pain and sorrow and listen to them too. Do not judge a broken heart or mind because that is the worst thing you can do.

Written By Noah

Dec. 7, 2021, 10:04 p.m.(9/15/1016 AR)

Relationship Note on Jaenelle

I said I could only taste color when I was high, not drunk. High. Who would dose someone with liquids? Wait....

Written By Narcissa

Dec. 7, 2021, 12:59 a.m.(9/13/1016 AR)

Words that flourish to die on the vine,
Promises of prose to clot and choke.
Decrepit now that archaic shrine,
Felled in the arc of one zealot stroke.

Written By Oswyn

Dec. 6, 2021, 5:25 p.m.(9/13/1016 AR)

Sites for the new library initiative are slowly coming together. There's still room for one more proposal for the Lyceum as I understand it. The goal is twelve new libraries accessible to commoners across the Compact, two per fealty. I am very grateful for all the help contacting various leaders for proposals and permissions.

It's going to be a lot of paperwork. It's going to need a lot of funding, which is why I have asked Whisper House to hold a Gala on the Scholars' behalf. Come to our party and support the project. Or just dress up as a figure from a book. Or just come and enjoy the food and drink.

I'm still trying to figure out a costume. Maybe the ghostly swordsman from the Forgotten Library series. Those looking for inspiration should visit the Academy or Archives and do a bit of light reading.

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