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Written By Joscelin

Aug. 27, 2016, 12:35 a.m.(5/27/1004 AR)

Relationship Note on Dawn

My patron lady is by far the most generous woman I've ever encountered, personally sponsoring my craft and education simply because she enjoys what I create. Many artisans twice as talented as I aren't nearly so lucky. I am thankful for her presence in my work.

Written By Ida

Aug. 27, 2016, 12:13 a.m.(5/27/1004 AR)

Wow. Wow! Market Day - y'know, I'm not much of an event goer. I have never been part of something like this, here or back in the hamlet near Sanctum. It was pretty amazing. The entertainment weaving through the crowds were just beyond what I expected, I guess. The wine fountain, fire-breathers... It felt like such a celebration! There were poignant moments, too. Whisper Denon made the must stunning bust of King Alaric III that, if you were close enough, you could tell touched Lady Dawn when she saw it - probably anyone who was fortunate enough to know him. Mistress Joscelin made a stunning pearl-encrusted haircomb. Oh! And pewter earrings that I was sorely tempted to purchase! Sir Silas, who I noticed had a sword I crafted on his belt, had some very impressive furniture pieces as well. Mistress Acacia, who I always love to see, noted how skilled he is, so I hope to go by his shop soon. I could use a trunk for the shop and the man is, without doubt, exceptionally skilled.

The sword and hairpins I made were purchased by Duke Niccolo. I didn't really expect the pieces to be bought, to be honest, at least not /at/ the event. He had asked some time ago about a rubicund weapon and I was to send word when I mastered the skill, which has yet to happen. Despite that, he bought those pieces and asked about having a sword commissioned, which we're to discuss soon.

Again, I find myself both very impressed and fond of Lady Dawn. She seems to appreciate...everything. I don't know how to explain it. I'm really glad she sent word to have some things crafted and that she invited me along with the other crafters to the event. It was, I suspect, one of those experiences you tell the story of, the rest of your life.

Written By Silas

Aug. 26, 2016, 11:34 p.m.(5/27/1004 AR)

Master Callum is thrilled that Lady Dawn had purchased the rocking chair he had made and I swear he must have grown three inches taller the instant I told him.

Master Enzo is right in his sentiment to see the common youth skilled and aspiring. As much as we respect the nobility for their fair governance and dignity, it is wise to remember that the cogs of civilization are worked by the hands of the lower castes and without them we would perish.

Written By Acacia

Aug. 26, 2016, 11:20 p.m.(5/27/1004 AR)

The event from Lady Dawn was filled with life and excitement from the jugglers to the flamethrowers to the craftsmen who truly were the stars of the show.

Master Smith Ida's work was exceptional, as always. One of these days, I'm going to run out of places to put knives. Is that possible?

I ended up stealing a purchase from Sir Silas. Admittedly, I wanted a trophy case for all my not-trophies for some time now. I might have to send him a bottle of whiskey in thanks.

Mistress Joscelin seems to create quite intricate work, favored to Lady Dawn, I'm curious to what she'll make in the future and walked away with a pair of earrings from her.

I've seen Courtier Denon's work previously and the man is truly gifted, in a multitude of ways, really. But his piece was poignant, I thought. The styling reminded me of a particular garden creature though.

Overall, well. Praise to House Grayson?

Written By Aurora

Aug. 26, 2016, 11:16 p.m.(5/27/1004 AR)

A masterpiece does not end when a painter completes the final brush stroke. When a sculptor casts the final chip aside. Art is not just what one sees in passing. It is a living, breathing entity that thrives on being seen, used, touched, and of course worn. Clothing is more than a simple means to an end. It is more than a social obligation to indicate rank, class, and occupation. A person may say the correct lines, may behave the correct way, but without looking the part, the scene is doomed to fail before the curtain closes.

Written By Alrec

Aug. 26, 2016, 8:28 p.m.(5/27/1004 AR)

Do not mistake my love for Thrax and Darkwater as my lack of loyalty towards Pravus. Duchess Belladonna knows where I stand. She knows what kind of man I am and she knows how easy it is to extinguish me. I am bound to Pravus through silver and contract and they have done nothing to warrant any sort of betrayal. Pravus has stood by me and my men when all other houses would not. They took me after I came to them and in exchange I bolden their Navy and continue to make it the best the world has to offer. My blood maybe Thrax but my will is that of Duchess Belladonna. Do not listen to the gossip for they are designed to be a weapon. A weapon that can not hurt me. Prince Donrai of Thrax is a man I served all my life, a man I continue to try to resemble as many sailors do. It is a man I respect dearly and who's legacy of dread at sea I continue to extend. That is a personal feeling and does not stand as evidence of my betrayal of Pravus. Pravus does not need your help in dealing with traitors, if they think I am one, trust that they will take care of it.

Written By Eos

Aug. 26, 2016, 4:45 p.m.(5/26/1004 AR)

It would appear as though all it requires for the locks of opportunity to turn is to be ten years of age. In our short time in the city, young Vomas has received offers of tutelage or patronage from no less than three women of means. Lady Kima would take him on as a student of the sword - which I admittedly might take as a slight from my sister if she were not offering the service at large, while Mistress Larissa would see him taught the proper manners of court and how not to trod upon the feet of those ladies he might one day dance with. It is Lady Calista, however, who has left Vomas most excited, setting before him the challenge of painting a full fresco when construction of the Fidante manor has been completed. I can only say that I am pleased beyond expectation with the robust education he is poised to receive while in Arx.

For myself, years enough have come and gone between me and ten summers that many of those days have fallen to the fog of lost memory. I may have spent more time making introductions and learning new faces to go alongside old names this past week than in the last two years combined; and it seems that there are still twice what I have crossed from the list of those I ought reach out to left yet. With the free flow of wine, my social graces - for what they are - might just hold out to greet them all.

Written By Eos

Aug. 26, 2016, 4:36 p.m.(5/26/1004 AR)

Relationship Note on Victus

It might be very easy to discount a man with the bearing of Lord Victus as more brawn than brain, but such would be foolish. Thoughtful reservation. I would put hard-earned coin on the fact that for our conversation I came away from our meeting knowing nothing more than he'd have me know.

Written By Eos

Aug. 26, 2016, 4:34 p.m.(5/26/1004 AR)

Relationship Note on Larissa

I had the good fortune to make Mistress Larissa's acquaintance on my first day out and about the city. She makes a warm welcome, that is certain, and is a merit to her house and her vocation; quick with the wit and so dangerously easy to fall into conversation with you might forget you have only just met. I certainly look forward to future repartee.

Written By Max

Aug. 26, 2016, 7:49 a.m.(5/25/1004 AR)

Relationship Note on Alrec

There's mixed feelings about Alrec. Maximilian has a fondness for the man, firstly. He does. The man's blood runs Dark through and through. He admires his loyalty towards silver, but in the Count's mind Alrec could have had all the silver he wanted if he served under Darkwater, still. To this end, Maximilian sees him as a friend, but if House Thrax orders him killed... well, you can always find new friends.

Written By Victus

Aug. 26, 2016, 4:22 a.m.(5/25/1004 AR)

Relationship Note on Dawn

A real fucking Grayson princess, this one.

Yes, yes. I know, I know. She's not actually a princess, or lady, or even a damn Grayson if we're being completely fucking technical here. Neither her father nor her brother found it wise to legitimize her, so that makes her just a baseborn bastard still. Not that I hold any of that shit against her. I've been there. If anyone in this fucking city knows the exact rules a bastard lives by, it would be me, wouldn't it?

But she's still a fucking princess. It takes a princess to throw around the sort of fucking coin she's throwing around, blithe and without any gods be damned awareness of the value of things. I'm not saying that in the 'she aught to know the price of bread' kind of way, because fuck if it ain't been a while since I paid attention to what a meal cost even at the Ambassador Salon, let alone at a local fucking baker. I wouldn't stop being noble and rich for a hundred million silver knights. (Ha, get it? I know, I'm fucking hilarious. You can stop laughing, now.) But I thought Viviana Pravus was being an extravagant clueless wastrel, and she has nothing on the splash 'Lady' Dawn is making.

Shit. I wish I was that rich. I'd like to think I'd do more useful things with the coin. Like snort some dust (right, right, that's illegal in Arx. But who said I'd spend it all here? Have some imagination!), and hire a half dozen of Whisper House's finest. None of which would, perhaps, be all that better than a lavish spectacle for the sole fucking purpose of showing off that you're richer than everybody else. But once I was done with the dust and the ale and the girls, I'm sure I could squeeze in a new ship. Perhaps bankroll my own expedition into some uncharted fucking water where I could discover the mystical breed of the Gold Rats who only shit little pebbles of fucking gold.

I suppose there's one advantage: If I do let myself be badgered into joining the melee tournament, at least I can expect that a win would give me more than just some fucking dust collectors.

Say what you want about the Graysons (and I'll say it all), but the fuckers sure know that it's all about the fucking money.

Oh, this was supposed to be about Dawn, right? Right. Well. I suppose she might not be the most beautiful woman in Arx, but I'll still watch her walk away.

Written By Victus

Aug. 26, 2016, 4:07 a.m.(5/25/1004 AR)

Relationship Note on Eos

So Kima has a brother, and he too is a fucking knight. I've always despised knights, with their pretense of higher fucking ideals. I suppose the question is if he's going to be a knight in the way his sister is a 'knight', or is he going to be another insufferable fucking bore like the majority of them? We'll see.

Written By Darren

Aug. 26, 2016, 1:27 a.m.(5/24/1004 AR)

Relationship Note on Deva

Twin sister, fire to my ice. She's been by my side for forever, and I intend it to always be so. Deva was an obvious choice for my Voice, and I know she is truly the only person suitable for the role. She's certainly the only person I can trust.


Written By Donrai

Aug. 26, 2016, 1:11 a.m.(5/24/1004 AR)

Relationship Note on Alrec

By messenger, the admiral in service to House Pravus proclaimed his fervent loyalty to me, admitting that while he did kill his men and leave the service of House Darkwater to serve a Velenosa vassal, he still was a Thraxian at heart. He reminds me of a small matter before I left Maelstrom for Arx, a quarrel between two commoners when they sought my arbitration for their dispute. One owned a prized guard hound, whom he had sold, and the hound had mauled the child of the new owner. The hound, a loyal beast, had returned home to its original master, who refused to have the beast put down for savaging the child of the new. They asked for my judgment on the matter.

I had them both executed for wasting my time.

Prince Donrai Thrax, Prince of Maelstrom, Highlord of the Mourning Isles

Written By Enzo

Aug. 25, 2016, 8:09 p.m.(5/24/1004 AR)

These past days I have so much work to do, that I allowed my apprentices to prepare messages for some people of Arx related to my idea to help orphans.

My apprentices made a mistake. We all do mistakes. It doesn't matter if we are nobles or commoners. I am surprised that their mistake caused so much fuss as if people do not have more important matters to attend.

Did their mistake cost a life? Did their mistake started a war? Did their mistake burned a house? No, it just offended a very high lord. I apologize for that, honestly. I also publicly declare, that no messages from my shop will ever reach the offended party again.

Pity, though, that mistakes which cause a death of a starving child, a sacrifice of a loving father, a burned village, and many other larger or smaller disasters, are usually overlooked, because no high lords were offended.

Written By Dagon

Aug. 25, 2016, 5:50 p.m.(5/23/1004 AR)

I did not know that Enzo would be writing messages that contained the same text yet were addressed differently. I would have expected more from a craftsman. More creativity at least. It begs the question of the orphans in the city. If they are indeed such a problem, perhaps House Thrax can offer to assist.

Our ships do require crew after all. Being a sailor is not the easiest life and it requires hard work, but they would be paid and fed for their efforts. That has to be a lot better than whatever conditions they are facing now.

Written By Niccolo

Aug. 25, 2016, 5:25 p.m.(5/23/1004 AR)

It isn't often that I find myself sharing bits and pieces of my life with others. I've told the story of my first command before, though, or some of it. I did so in the market of all places, to a warrior that asked me about the first time I was blooded. The first time I had killed an enemy. But recently, I completed that story, and in doing so was made to face some old bitter memories, and remember some long gone friends.

Most men,and women, eschew failure. Most measure success as the lack of it, the absence of failure in a life where everything we do is a step in our march to strive for success. Yet I've often found that failure is a required aspect of growth. And without growth, stagnation can often take root. We grow complacent, reassure in our current status and find ourselves risking our ability to become something better, something more.

I've failed. I've failed often.I failed those that I allowed to die during my first command, so many years ago. I was but a boy, but that failure isn't any less real because of it. That failure was painful. The loss of a good friend due to this failure years after even, was painful. The failure to prevent my wife's death... was perhaps the most pain I've felt in all the years of my life. I failed her. There is no other way around that fact. I failed her and until I find out the truth, until I bring those that did this to me, to my family, to task, this failure will continue to haunt me.

I'm no stranger to pain, but I'm no slave to it. I'm no stranger to failure, but I'm not ruled by it. I will accept my failure and learn from it, grow from it. I will find out the truth, and I will bring that truth to light, regardless of the paths I'll have to walk. Then those that hurt my family will come to understand what it truly means to fail.

Written By Alrec

Aug. 25, 2016, 3:39 p.m.(5/23/1004 AR)

Not once, not twice but three freaking times now I have heard of the name Margot Tyde. The last surviving spawn of fucking Titus Tyde. The context in which her name has come to my attention is that she is talking behind my back in regards to my person. I can assure you that this woman does not know who I am because if she did, her fucking head would have been hanging alongside her cousins on my ship. The only reason she is still alive is by the mercy of Thrax, one that caught us all by surprise. When we were summoned by Prince Donrai of Thrax to eradicate the Tyde, we promised him every single Tyde and we failed him. Margot reminds us of that but know this Lady Margot the second the House of Thrax retracts their protection of you I will collect your head and pay my debts to Prince Donrai of Thrax because I do not fail, especially to the prince of Thrax.

Written By Alrec

Aug. 25, 2016, 3:24 p.m.(5/23/1004 AR)

There is a rumor that I killed half my crew when I took the contract with House Pravus. That is true but I have killed for less. We all have. It is how we maintained our dominion over the sea and discipline among our crew. It is easy to call me a traitor when you are barely old enough to wipe your ass Victus, let alone understand how it is things have been done long before you were even a thought in your father's eye. When the call came for captains to sail with Thrax against the Tyde, I was the first one there. Any doubts to my capability as a captain was squashed the day I arrive at Darkwater Watch with Tyde nobles crucified to the bow of my ships. I earned my keep. In exchange, we got nothing so I had to act and took on contracts with merchants on the opposite side of the Thrax sea route as to not collide with other captains whom I still consider my friends. I did not kill those sailors because they were loyal to Thrax, we killed them because they were unloyal to us; the crew, the ship, and her captain. Since I've first set foot on a ship, my loyalty has always been to me and my crew. This is a fact that I have never concealed and mercy fall upon those who dare deny it.

Another claim is that I revealed to Pravus the secrets of Darkwater sailing. What a load of crap. I AM DARKWATER SAILING! From the Saffron Chains and all the way to Sanctum, that has always been mine. Every tale about the demise of Abandoned at sea is accredited to me. Pravus understand this and for my fealty they gave me the rank of Admiral, a rank normally reserved for the best of Pravus and their nobles, they gave me ships and the authority to extract vengeance from any pirate that dare act against their sea trade route. Has Darkwater and Thrax suffer because of this? No. Talk to their merchants and you will find that not only am I regarded as their protector when we meet at sea but as a conduit between the Darkwater Watch and Setarco trade. A connection that has only made us richer and could continue to, if only some of you took your heads out of your asses. I do not need to prove any sort of fealty to Darkwater or Thrax, they should know better. I respect their nobles and their court, always have and always will but... I respect silver even more.

Written By Donrai

Aug. 25, 2016, 1:39 p.m.(5/23/1004 AR)

Relationship Note on Enzo

Master Enzo, a commoner to whom I have no familiarity, called me kind and generous through a messenger. I had two disobedient thralls brought before me and informed them that one of the words would be branded on one of them and the other word on the other, and they could decide who received which. There was quite a scuffle over which had to endure 'generous'. The extra letters were quite painful, from my understanding.

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