Written By Tanith
Nov. 9, 2021, 8 a.m.(7/14/1016 AR)
Oh no. Oh, Talia.
I called you cousin and kin, we are connected in unusual ways and your mysteries and troubles should have been solved. There was never enough time, was there? No. Never enough.
I'm sorry, cousin. I hope your puzzle finds its solution now that you've returned to the Wheel. Queen grant you comfort, sweet friend.
I called you cousin and kin, we are connected in unusual ways and your mysteries and troubles should have been solved. There was never enough time, was there? No. Never enough.
I'm sorry, cousin. I hope your puzzle finds its solution now that you've returned to the Wheel. Queen grant you comfort, sweet friend.
Written By Zakhar
Nov. 8, 2021, 9:09 p.m.(7/13/1016 AR)
Dearest Friends, Scholar Clive.
There's something unique about drowning. Unlike any other forms of loosing one's breath, to drown, is to know that eventually there will be pain and the pain won't go away easily. A sensation of knowing that air is there, just not available to you, that everyone else around you can swim to the surface, can find that last decent good gasp of air. A sweet refreshing rush of lungs opening up and breathing in good, clean, air.
To have your breath removed from you, without warning. There's a moment of panic that will set in. Even if you know what is happening, your mind will scream, beg, plead to have its way, to open the mouth and nose and drink deep of the not a liquid that air is. You start by trying to drink that which is forcing you down, there's too much. It's always too much, to drink without a chance to gulp at the air is death. Though you're going to try anyway.
Further down, sinking into the waters, light is slowly drifting away from you. Acceptance of the life you've lived, trying to gulp at the waters again as the body screams in a solid ache that it needs to drink, breathe, take a chance! Maybe this time it will be different. All sense of reason leaves the body and there you are, floating with a terrible headache as water begins to fill your lungs.
Oh, you're not dead yet. Why would it be that easy to be released? For a few minutes that will feel hours to pass, there's an involuntary gasping...
(The rest of the journal is missing pages, and Scholar Clive will insist that no one needs to know what the rest of what was said is truly needed to be know. Besides, the old man took them with him.)
There's something unique about drowning. Unlike any other forms of loosing one's breath, to drown, is to know that eventually there will be pain and the pain won't go away easily. A sensation of knowing that air is there, just not available to you, that everyone else around you can swim to the surface, can find that last decent good gasp of air. A sweet refreshing rush of lungs opening up and breathing in good, clean, air.
To have your breath removed from you, without warning. There's a moment of panic that will set in. Even if you know what is happening, your mind will scream, beg, plead to have its way, to open the mouth and nose and drink deep of the not a liquid that air is. You start by trying to drink that which is forcing you down, there's too much. It's always too much, to drink without a chance to gulp at the air is death. Though you're going to try anyway.
Further down, sinking into the waters, light is slowly drifting away from you. Acceptance of the life you've lived, trying to gulp at the waters again as the body screams in a solid ache that it needs to drink, breathe, take a chance! Maybe this time it will be different. All sense of reason leaves the body and there you are, floating with a terrible headache as water begins to fill your lungs.
Oh, you're not dead yet. Why would it be that easy to be released? For a few minutes that will feel hours to pass, there's an involuntary gasping...
(The rest of the journal is missing pages, and Scholar Clive will insist that no one needs to know what the rest of what was said is truly needed to be know. Besides, the old man took them with him.)
Written By Sydney
Nov. 8, 2021, 5:05 p.m.(7/13/1016 AR)
Another fire in the Lower Boroughs, another collective shrug of shoulders from those above.
Make no mistake - while my travels take me all about Arx and often beyond, I have not forgotten where I came from, and to see the general indifference towards this act is yet another stark reminder that as far as some are concerned, all people living within the city who took their oaths are of Arvum, but only some of us are seen as true citizens of Arx.
There is a gentle way to guide such people to realize that every death you hear about may well have been the death of your loved one. May well have been the death of nobility. May well have been the death of royalty. An attack on one of us ought to be an attack on all of us. This is a lesson that must be learned, and to that end, I implore you with all of my most sincere and heartfelt statecraft:
Pull your sharding heads out of your asses and protect your citizens equally.
Whether they are of a great house or are sworn to the crown, they are of Arx. That's supposed to mean something, and it's past time that was remembered.
If any financial assistance is required for the rebuilding and rehoming of any that were involved in this fire, pray send a messenger. I'll do what I can.
I don't forget.
Make no mistake - while my travels take me all about Arx and often beyond, I have not forgotten where I came from, and to see the general indifference towards this act is yet another stark reminder that as far as some are concerned, all people living within the city who took their oaths are of Arvum, but only some of us are seen as true citizens of Arx.
There is a gentle way to guide such people to realize that every death you hear about may well have been the death of your loved one. May well have been the death of nobility. May well have been the death of royalty. An attack on one of us ought to be an attack on all of us. This is a lesson that must be learned, and to that end, I implore you with all of my most sincere and heartfelt statecraft:
Pull your sharding heads out of your asses and protect your citizens equally.
Whether they are of a great house or are sworn to the crown, they are of Arx. That's supposed to mean something, and it's past time that was remembered.
If any financial assistance is required for the rebuilding and rehoming of any that were involved in this fire, pray send a messenger. I'll do what I can.
I don't forget.
Written By Savio
Nov. 8, 2021, 2:25 p.m.(7/12/1016 AR)
What do you strongly suspect, but have no proof of?
Written By Roran
Nov. 8, 2021, 1:34 p.m.(7/12/1016 AR)
May Lagoma encourage you to explore a new path. May Vellichor give you knowledge on your path. May Gloria grant you strength and courage on your way. May the Queen of Death give you laughter as you go.
Written By Aconite
Nov. 8, 2021, 2:36 a.m.(7/11/1016 AR)
There's no time like the present to seize opportunities and remember that from tragedy new opportunities arise.
Written By Zakhar
Nov. 8, 2021, 1:14 a.m.(7/11/1016 AR)
It always amuses me to who pays attention to where things are or are not in the city. Right up until, it's something of mine. Those in the wonder, the shiny object was found. In the most unusual of places... someone was trying to bury it.
Written By Ilira
Nov. 8, 2021, 12:28 a.m.(7/11/1016 AR)
It is done. My courtyard is complete.
There is much more still to go, finishing touches and further architecture, but my Fairytale Hollow is coalescing before my eyes.
I am mesmerized, as all of you will be in good time.
There is much more still to go, finishing touches and further architecture, but my Fairytale Hollow is coalescing before my eyes.
I am mesmerized, as all of you will be in good time.
Written By Kiera
Nov. 7, 2021, 8:58 p.m.(7/11/1016 AR)
Relationship Note on Apollo
A pity that nature should take lessons from people
Written By Thea
Nov. 7, 2021, 7:04 p.m.(7/11/1016 AR)
Why is the moon always so----present these days?
Written By Thea
Nov. 7, 2021, 7:03 p.m.(7/11/1016 AR)
There's been so much going on, I have no idea if I'm coming or going these days. My life lately has been not only being a mother, which isn't as strange as it once was. I live for those moments when my son looks up at me, with large eyes and a wide smile on his face. But my days are also filled with experimenting in my conservatory. Or researching. Or--training. Just so much that needs to be done. I swear to you there isn't enough hours. Drake does get after me for to rest more, but---sometimes work. Just work.
Written By Raven
Nov. 7, 2021, 7:01 p.m.(7/11/1016 AR)
Screw the Traitor. Moon the moon. Smoother the Bloodbeast. Stuff your politics. Donate to Bastion restoration. For me-today was the best day.
Written By Raymesin
Nov. 7, 2021, 6:56 p.m.(7/11/1016 AR)
I've had a quiet couple of weeks, Scholar. There's just been the usual day-to-day of the Lowers to deal with; the missing people, missing objects and missing sanity on the streets. One or two folks who went for a swim, too - but it's summer, and the usual restiveness boils beneath the surface of the streets, below the scents of rubbish and dung and fish, below the unmentionables that streak the cobbles and may not be washed away for weeks.
I do love the Lowers, but in summer that can be a challenge.
I do love the Lowers, but in summer that can be a challenge.
Written By Rosalind
Nov. 7, 2021, 6:46 p.m.(7/11/1016 AR)
I attended the Bastion meeting the other night, regarding the Harbor. I hope that the souls that we encountered there find peace. It really was the saddest thing I've ever felt.
Written By Cufre
Nov. 7, 2021, 6:38 p.m.(7/11/1016 AR)
There was a fire in the area a few days ago. Well, near the old house. I've been staying at the other more and more, ever since I've been able to get my mind to settle into rest while I'm there. It's easier these days. Work on the new shop in the Ward has me keeping long hours, so I'm getting home only to fall into bed.
Anyway, the fire. It was probably nothing: a cookfire not rightly tended or a bit of everyday mischief. Still, it got me thinking about things in the old house. Lax is there through the day, tending the shop, so I feel that's fine. It's night that has me worried. So I'll be staying there for a time. Maybe a long time. It's home, after all.
Anyway, the fire. It was probably nothing: a cookfire not rightly tended or a bit of everyday mischief. Still, it got me thinking about things in the old house. Lax is there through the day, tending the shop, so I feel that's fine. It's night that has me worried. So I'll be staying there for a time. Maybe a long time. It's home, after all.
Written By Kastelon
Nov. 7, 2021, 6:36 p.m.(7/11/1016 AR)
The moon's been lingering in the sky for far too long for my comfort. I'm not certain what it is that has me so ill-at-ease about the matter, but...when things change around our lands without reason or rhythm, I worry.
Written By Denica
Nov. 7, 2021, 5:52 p.m.(7/11/1016 AR)
Relationship Note on Jasher
Dear Scholar,
This week my cousin Jasher, whom I am so very pleased to get a chance to know better, told me the best joke, ever! It is so good, I still laugh when I think about it. I've been laughing to myself all week, much to the frustration of my staff. I warn you, though, you might want to brace yourself before reading any further. It really is that good. I am even laughing now, as I prepare to write it down.
Okay. You've been warned.
Why should you never trust an artist?
Because they are sketchy and will frame you!
This week my cousin Jasher, whom I am so very pleased to get a chance to know better, told me the best joke, ever! It is so good, I still laugh when I think about it. I've been laughing to myself all week, much to the frustration of my staff. I warn you, though, you might want to brace yourself before reading any further. It really is that good. I am even laughing now, as I prepare to write it down.
Okay. You've been warned.
Why should you never trust an artist?
Because they are sketchy and will frame you!
Written By Raymesin
Nov. 7, 2021, 5:50 p.m.(7/11/1016 AR)
No, Scholar, I'm not particularly happy. Being corrected in public is one thing. Being corrected in public by someone who's flat-out wrong is another. No, no, there was no apology offered. Why would someone with that high a title apologise to mere street scum?
Written By Blush
Nov. 7, 2021, 5:24 p.m.(7/11/1016 AR)
Choices have consequences. Hopefully there are lessons strong enough to stop us from making the wrong ones.
Written By Lucita
Nov. 7, 2021, 4:47 p.m.(7/11/1016 AR)
I hope nothing too important was spoken of in the batch of today's journals. I'm just too tired to read them today. Maybe tomorrow. That's what I get for getting up so very early and spending time visiting with Archlector Avary.
Please note that the scholars may take some time preparing your journal for others to read.