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Written By Edelma

March 26, 2017, 6:31 p.m.(2/28/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Leta

Strong big sword wielding woman who decided to make my life hell when I asked her for some athletic training. Apparently just because I am in good shape does not mean I am in the best shape, or all that athletic. I am glad she did help me, though, and I look forward to more meetings with her.

Written By Sigurd

March 26, 2017, 6:31 p.m.(2/28/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Edelma

As one of the men watching, I can confirm she really should have stretched more, she ended up flat on her back. I did not partake, I will reiterate.

Written By Morrighan

March 26, 2017, 6:29 p.m.(2/28/1006 AR)

Soon I will take my place beside Darren at the city gates with the hopes that I can sufficiently defend and protect them both. I will stand with many others, and can only pray to the Spirits that all will go well. It's in this time I've grown pensive, and figured now is a good a time as any to have my last wishes jotted down, should the worst happen and I fall.

Anze - Take care of Kiarra, she'll keep Gustaf company and they can be good kitty friends.
Freja - I want you to have that drinking horn, it never hurts to have a spare.
Darren - I want my spare equipment, old arms and armor to go to any novice warriors in the House, so they'll have something to practice with. This includes my old leathers, my dirks, and knuckledusters.
Deva - I want you to have my black drinking flask, you may need it to stash good whiskey in when you get tired of all that wine.
Sigurd - Take care of Brahm, don't let Blitz eat him. He's an ornery bastard, but I think with enough time you two can tolerate each other - and he'll need Brigid. Who else will make him pretty?

As for all my clothes, I suppose those can be divided between the women of the House, should they want any of them. They can always be altered by a tailor if they don't fit, they're all fairly exceptional. I'd like a bonfire, and you lot can roll that barrel of whiskey out of my room, along with the various other bottles of liquor, mead, and wine I've got stashed in there, and drink until you can't anymore. Remember me.

I can't thank Redrain enough for all they've done. When I was nothing, had nothing, they gave me everything without realizing it. They took me in and became my family when I had none, they gave me strength and purpose and it is the greatest honor to go to battle beside them. I'll give everything I have to keep them safe. To the last.

Written By Edelma

March 26, 2017, 6:29 p.m.(2/28/1006 AR)

I asked Leta Broadbent to give me some athletic training. Apparently I was not in the shape that I assumed I was in. Ended up all sweaty and breathless, I do hope that whom it may concern when you read this, it was indeed just training, ask the two men who were watching. Well that sounds even worse. I needed to stretch more prior, I will say that.

Written By Rowan

March 26, 2017, 6:28 p.m.(2/28/1006 AR)

When I look to the spirits for strength and courage, I call to the spirit of the mighty bear.
When I look to the spirits for wisdom and foresight, I call to the spirit of the ancient owl.
When I look to the spirits for cunning and cleverness, I call to the spirit of the shrewd raven.

But when I look to the spirits for tenacity and perserverence, I call to the spirits of my ancestors, to the spirit of mankind. That is the nature of our spirit, the spirit that says 'There must be a way, and I will find it.' It is the spirit that says, 'Even beat and broken, I will rise again.'

Written By Percephon

March 26, 2017, 6:23 p.m.(2/28/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Dulcinea

My dear cousin is with us once more. A woman who simply won't take no for an answer, which let us be honest, seems to be a trait shared with her brothers and sisters. And while I know she shall pry, I am delighted both by the chance to cause her endless frustration by being horribly vague, and by having the enjoyment of her company. She's a sharp wit, Dulcinea, and any room is immediately brighter when her presence joins into it.

Written By Simone

March 26, 2017, 6:12 p.m.(2/28/1006 AR)

Dear Gentle Readers,

There is no need to worry that your voice will fall on deaf ears.

It is the persistence of our people and our sheer determination that will drive us to succeed in this war we partake.

We will prove them wrong.

We will not be silenced.

M. Simone Greenmarch
2.28.1006 AR

Written By Rymarr

March 26, 2017, 6:05 p.m.(2/28/1006 AR)

I've received a number of letters as of late. It is reassuring to have so many hold you in their thoughts. I try to send some form of thanks and explanations to those whom I receive letters from, but with the siege already upon us, I fear I can not always take the opportunity to write back. I am thankful to each and every individual who has reached out to me since my departure from the King's Own to ensure that my basic needs are met, I am properly kitted out for the fight to come, and prepared to do my part to fight alongside the people of my home. Something I would not have been able to do had I remained in service to the King's Own. This is where I need to be.

When life presents an obstacle: overcome and press forward.

We'll survive this. I'm confident in that. It's our only option. There are no deviating paths or forks in the road. It is a direct march forward. So frequently we look into history and regard the heroes of the past as inspiration. Rarely we look to the world around ourselves in this very moment and come to recognize that we have our own heroes among us. It is our time to make our mark on history, so that in a few hundred years, the people of the day will look back to the heroes who saved the world. Whether it was the Mercy who kept warriors in the fight by mending their wounds, the adept General whom directed the maneuvers, or the unstoppable warrior on the front line. We've got this.

Written By Rowan

March 26, 2017, 5:56 p.m.(2/28/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Niamh

We each have our parts to play, I just wish that yours wasn't always, without fail, at the risk of your blood. Whether it's dueling for someone else's honor or rushing off to meet the enemy, it seems sometimes like you've got a damned deathwish. At least as the Minister of Agriculture it seemed like you might have been settling down some, might have stopped running ...I'm not even sure if it's to or away from something. But...well. That didn't last.

I'm glad you made it back in one piece. I'm glad for what more you'll go on to do. Glad for the opportunity to tell you the same as I do every time the next time you put your mortality on the line. 'Don't fuck this up.' What am I supposed to do without my little big sister if you do?

Written By Tristram

March 26, 2017, 5:55 p.m.(2/28/1006 AR)

As the sound of drum calls for my life,
I turn my head where sun is about to set.
There is no inn on the way to underworld.
At whose house shall I sleep tonight?

Written By Tristram

March 26, 2017, 5:55 p.m.(2/28/1006 AR)

Gloria, I am yours to do with as you will. Bless all of those who fight. Let us protect that which lies at the heart of all of our people. I am prepared. Bless Charlaine Blanchard for her aid at the last moment--may the preparation succeed because of it.

Written By Dulcinea

March 26, 2017, 5:29 p.m.(2/28/1006 AR)

Dear Me,

It's only a matter of hours, now. We can see them from the watchtowers.

Please, Gloria, let my arrows fly true.

Help me protect the ones I love.

Watching and Waiting,

Me

Written By Sophie

March 26, 2017, 5:23 p.m.(2/28/1006 AR)

Like sheaves of corn, love gathers you unto itself.
It threshes you to make you naked.
It sifts you to free you from your husks.
It grinds you to whiteness.
It kneads you until you are pliant;
And then it assigns you to Lagoma's sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for Limerance's sacred feast.

All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of life's heart.

Written By Magpie

March 26, 2017, 5:23 p.m.(2/28/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Hana

Hana, if you're reading this, I really hope that means that my sword is done. Otherwise, please stop reading journals and go finish my order!!

By the way, if anyone is giving last-minute, cheap, before-the-army-attacks sword training, I'd love to sign up for that.

Written By Roland

March 26, 2017, 5:17 p.m.(2/28/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Gisele

Mistress Aurum sent me a messenger asking questions about my recent travels, and, upon learning that I had visited her bookshop, lent me two histories to help occupy the time between battle and rest. They're very good books, and t'was most generous of her! And recently, I encountered her at the fight to defend the Lower Boroughs, and escorted her to her grandfather's house after. She seems like a very kind lady, and I hope that all remains well with her, and that she does not find herself in too many scrapes in the near future.

Written By Magpie

March 26, 2017, 5:15 p.m.(2/28/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Acacia

Acacia paid me five hundred silver today to sit on her man-servant. (Don't read too much into that, he's no Calaudrin Estardes.)

Easiest money I've ever made.

Well, except for that princess.

Maybe I shouldn't be writing about this in my white journal. Oh well!

Written By Magpie

March 26, 2017, 4:50 p.m.(2/28/1006 AR)

Free soup at the Commons Medical Clinic right now! FREE. SOUP.

Seriously.

Free.

Written By Magpie

March 26, 2017, 4:47 p.m.(2/28/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Calaudrin

Dear diary,

Today I can't stop thinking about that strapping guardsman, Calaudrin Estardes. I didn't pay much mind to him, but when I saw him mention me in his journal it just set my heart to pumping in unbridled excitement. Could this be the start of something amazing? Can I find true love in this dark time of shav attacks and Bringers?

Oh, I do hope, dear journal. I do.

Written By Isolde

March 26, 2017, 4:45 p.m.(2/28/1006 AR)

A bond forged, a hope renewed.
This is a strange world we live in right now.
Back to the medical center. I have more work to do.

Written By Isolde

March 26, 2017, 4:44 p.m.(2/28/1006 AR)

Their end, our beginning.
I do so like that warcry.
May the Thirteen gods strengthen us in the days to come.

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