Written By Silas
July 14, 2017, 7:44 a.m.(11/2/1006 AR)
... and delicious roast chicken.
Written By Skye
July 14, 2017, 2:38 a.m.(11/2/1006 AR)
Ocean - My childhood on the sea
Fresh linen - My mother sleeping peacefully
Paints - My mother being creative
Apple tobacco - Sitting on my father's knee after a long day
Rum laced breath - My father laughing and tickling me
Written By Marian
July 14, 2017, 2:24 a.m.(11/2/1006 AR)
Rain scent after a recent downpour
Deep forest glen
Freshly tanned hide
Bread baking
Bacon on the grill
Coffee freshly brewed
My husband after a sparring match
Written By Aiden
July 14, 2017, 12:57 a.m.(11/2/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Silas
She can look out for me when you can't.
Thank you so much. My gratitude is endless.
I'm blessed to have you.
Written By Esoka
July 14, 2017, 12:24 a.m.(11/2/1006 AR)
It is, indeed, most bracing! I managed a score of 127, which I gather is decent enough. The climbing wall reminds me of the riverside cliffs back home, and I did rather well with it. I wish I'd made a better showing of the final rope, though. Gloria grant me strength, I shall work to better myself in my next run. I shall make it a point to test myself in challenges of martial expertise and knightly prowess, outside the realm of sparring. Not that I won't take a good sparring match any chance I can get! But acts that pit us against ourselves and our own speed and stamina are a good reminder that our most difficult opponent is the limit of our own body.
Written By Regla
July 13, 2017, 10:40 p.m.(11/1/1006 AR)
Rum is also a great smell.
Written By Thena
July 13, 2017, 7:15 p.m.(11/1/1006 AR)
Or maybe I'll just make it.
Written By Skapti
July 13, 2017, 6:42 p.m.(11/1/1006 AR)
Written By Isabeau
July 13, 2017, 5:32 p.m.(11/1/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Mirari
Written By Alis
July 13, 2017, 2:49 p.m.(11/1/1006 AR)
Woodsy scents
Rose
And Pickle. Freshly made pickles.
Written By Caelis
July 13, 2017, 2:15 p.m.(11/1/1006 AR)
May your hopes find safe harbors.
Written By Orazio
July 13, 2017, 1:02 p.m.(11/1/1006 AR)
There is no denying that we live in a time of change. For future readers of this journal, I refer you to the many pages which have been penned regarding the King's Rest, the Siege of Arx, and the Revelation of the Lost Gods. Any of these events alone would make for an exciting decade, but we have seen all three of them in as many years. I doubt I am alone in suspecting that we have not yet seen the last significant event that Arx might be facing. The Faith, itself, has undergone changes. What were the Triads have become the Tertrads, and two new Archlectors have been raised to be leaders of the Faithful. The circumstances around those promotions have also been recorded in other white journals; my suspicion - my hope - is that for the future reader, those circumstances will not strain belief as they may for current readers.
But there is a danger, in any time of change, to become intoxicated by the possibilities. To discard tradition and custom without having anything with which to replace them. To decide that because the old frameworks and strictures are not perfect, they should be entirely discarded, without thinking through the consequences of doing so. The Compact is a land bound by tradition and by faith. Not all traditions are good - some entrench injustice and cruelty. But they are not all bad, either. It is for we who live, who strive to embody the wisdom of Vellichor, to thread that narrow path between wishing to discard the tenets that we find inconvienent in the moment, and preserving that which harms simply because it is old.
I wrestle with this, myself, in many areas. There are traditions and ancient customs which, had I the ability I would be sore tempted to destroy with a wave of my hand for the sake of personal principle. But in doing so, I might commit even greater injustices through chaos and uncertainty. In some cases, I am not sure that there is a "right" decision, even, but only one which is "less wrong". And finding that path can be difficult, and painful, and it doesn't let you be the white knight in the shining armor who saves the innocent and punishes the guilty.
Sometimes, you are only a man, or a woman, with hands as grimy as the next, digging what you hope and pray is the truth from a centuries' deep midden heap.
Written By Sparte
July 13, 2017, noon(10/28/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Hadrian
Written By Edain
July 13, 2017, 11:14 a.m.(10/28/1006 AR)
Maple syrup
Bacon
Maple bacon
Pine needles
Clover honey
Cedar
That loamy, earthy smell just after a cool spring rain
Horse sweat
Folded steel
My Erusi rug after it is freshly shampooed. It really ties the room together.
Written By Aleksei
July 13, 2017, 10:11 a.m.(10/28/1006 AR)
Written By Aureth
July 13, 2017, 9:35 a.m.(10/28/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Fortunato
A mystery explained.
Written By Fortunato
July 13, 2017, 9:32 a.m.(10/28/1006 AR)
Written By Edain
July 13, 2017, 9:27 a.m.(10/28/1006 AR)
Written By Leola
July 13, 2017, 3:33 a.m.(10/28/1006 AR)
Written By Audric
July 13, 2017, 1:33 a.m.(10/28/1006 AR)
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