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Written By Juliet

Feb. 19, 2017, 6:41 a.m.(12/13/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Natalia

There's a pouch where I keep two rings. They have the same inscription. They represented happy memories. A time gone by.

In my wardrobe hangs dresses. Fine gifts. And yet my heart aches when I look at them.


I wish her the best. I hope she finds what she was looking for.

I wish I could share her triumphs and comfort her in her sorrows.

I miss the sister I had.

Written By Orathy

Feb. 19, 2017, 5:29 a.m.(12/13/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Haati

**Penmanship is horrid. Barely legible, spelling awful.*
Haati Wavehowler owna of Wearh Arms and Armor
Be a guy iz be workings with. Down te the earth aye. Be havin tings in commens.
Recommends ta enayone I will.

Written By Calandra

Feb. 19, 2017, 5:11 a.m.(12/13/1005 AR)

I purchased a piano made by Sir Silas for Whisper House. I am very excited about that. I adore music and plan to play the piano all the time.

I have a harp too in rosewood with nightingales.

Maybe now is not the time to think of such things, but music helps to keep the darkness at bay.

So maybe it is the perfect time.

Thank you Sir Silas - your work is so wonderful.

Written By Natalia

Feb. 19, 2017, 5:08 a.m.(12/13/1005 AR)

Up and down, up and down, up and down... such are my highs and lows of late. It seems nothing that is good doesn't come with something just as harsh to bring me low again, until I hover at the very depths of my soul.

But then? Then comes so much light and joy and happiness that I dare not even speak it aloud, lest it be taken from me. No.. this I will keep to myself and share with no other, save one. A secret, a gift, a treasure untold - eternity on the span of a fingertip.

Written By Natalia

Feb. 19, 2017, 4:59 a.m.(12/13/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Rowan

A chance meeting in a forest glade, intelligent conversation, pleasant company. Though he scared me enough that I shall have a bruised backside for at least a week, I am happy to realize that my own internal beliefs of Prodigals and those outside of the Compact have been wrong. I don't know what I expected, to be honest, but he was a welcome breath of fresh air.

I can only hope he feels the same, but a man that looks like that will be prying women off with a spear for many years to come, and so many do not wish friendship with a Princess that has little to offer but dances in a sunlight forest.

Written By Natalia

Feb. 19, 2017, 4:53 a.m.(12/13/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Rook

So many words could describe this delightful creature. Cultured, wise, handsome, gifted.. I have nothing but respect for him. 'No' does not seem to be a word in his vocabulary, and if it is? Why, he is so skilled with his silver tongue that you would never know otherwise.

We will be friends for a very long time, I imagine. Or at least I hope.

Written By Caelis

Feb. 19, 2017, 4:14 a.m.(12/13/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Costas

His crew my be rowdy, and he might be uncommon as captains go, but Costas is a true, if crass and peculiar man. It was a privilege to sail with him and fight at his side.

Written By Orathy

Feb. 19, 2017, 3:51 a.m.(12/13/1005 AR)

Nothing happened today. Nothing at all. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing.

Written By Caelis

Feb. 19, 2017, 3:48 a.m.(12/13/1005 AR)

It was good to feel the salt spray again, the roll of Her waves under my feet. I flew on the waves briefly and it was filled with glory. For all that we learned, and all that we accomplished, we all made it home.

Our Lady, Star of the Sea, Azure Mother, Pearl of Grace,
Protect your sons and daughters who travel on the waters,
Protect your sons and daughters who travel ahead of the winds.

Written By Leta

Feb. 19, 2017, 2:06 a.m.(12/13/1005 AR)

Took me some time to write this. Finding it harder to, sometimes, knowing some folk might read it, as I've said.

Anyhow, lost some folk I knew. Some were with the Few, and they died to those Bringer things. Some were other folk I knew, though not well. I didn't really lose anyone I'd cry for. But I know some who have. For them I cried a little. Folk die, and that's the plain truth, but it doesn't mean it's any less sad. I'll harden my heart for the killing if I got to. Not for what comes after. I've done my prayers for them too.

I did some other prayers a while back before the battle. Think I'll settle for the prayers I did. Some were hard. I visited the Thirteenth and all, like I said I might. But I didn't see any fighting, so I figure the prayers are still good for it. No reason to bother the gods all over again.

I'm glad we got a regent. If we haven't got a king, we need someone to speak for the king. Make things normal again that way. It's bad enough we got a war going on without folk arguing about this and that and the price of apples.

Written By Lianne

Feb. 19, 2017, 1:42 a.m.(12/13/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Duarte

A reflection on those asked after ashes:

Tax mno mddavoj qa vannt awon co, mr g vannt awon tax, awon hav jmne mbj jaxn tax mno qhoro nokobq jmtr. Ja baq daro taxn rzmne, jmndgbp. Ja baq daro taxn lgqo.

G mc kabigjobq qhmq tax vgdd noqxnb, qhmq vo vgdd igbj bov dgcgqr qa zxrh, qhmq qho vandj vgdd lnome an loqqon gqrodi ian axn znajjgbp.

Vo vgdd zonrgrq. G vgdd hmwo gq ba aqhon vmt.

I do not expect this to be easy.

Written By Rymarr

Feb. 19, 2017, 1:18 a.m.(12/13/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Ferrando

The man is capable of assaulting a series of pies with enthusiasm bordering on fervor. I placed second to himself and even then he exceeded my own efforts with startling efficiency. I do believe he is capable of breathing through his ears.

Written By Joslyn

Feb. 19, 2017, 12:23 a.m.(12/13/1005 AR)

I sometimes wonder who will worry about the things that plague my heart. The things that haunt my dreams and cause endless worry. I spend so much time worrying about my closest friends and the matters of their own lives. I worry for Calista and all that she must bear, because if she didn't, who would? And so I must help her, as she cannot be allowed to fail.

What concerns me, the things that cause me to wake in the middle of the night are such trite things. Things of no importance to anybody but myself, and I cannot bear to expect anybody to have to listen to my ramblings, so I ask you dear reader, if you do not wish to read a young woman's heartache and woes, I urge you not to read on. For nothing that follows is of any import to politics or history, and is only the thoughts and frustrations of a young handmaiden from tor.

Love comes unexpectedly, and despite the fact that I've fallen quite hard for somebody, and I couldn't be happier... truly I am. She has been a blessing in these most troubled times. She is one of the most trusted sources of stability in a world that seems to be endlessly chaotic. I dare not share my troubles with her, though I am certain she would bear them gladly. I do not wish to tarnish our moments with sadness. The truth is, no matter how much I try to pretend that there is nothing bothering me, I am very much afraid of losing all of those that I love. This coming storm, the armies that march upon us, I cannot sleep for fear that the conflict will come and destroy that which I hold dear. I waken from nightmares in which I stumble upon the broken body of my beloved and I cannot bear it. I have to do my part to stem this tide, and to that end I must help Calista. I must secure alliances, and I must make sure that these nightmares remain just that. Nightmares. I am not saying that my dreams are anything more, and they certainly had better not be warnings, I don't know that my heart can handle that.

It is indeed a poor time to be in love, but I would not trade it for all the silver in Arx.

Written By Anze

Feb. 19, 2017, 12:20 a.m.(12/13/1005 AR)

Morning drills have gotten a whole great deal weirder during my penance. Been using only a wooden blade, trying to just keep in shape and keep up form. Since moving into the Malvici estate been doing those drills in the southport training center, I mean, it is right there. Same thing every morning, wake up at dawn, grab gear, do drills in the training center.

I'm not sure that the guards are used to me yet. I thought I would stick around and watch some sparring and training and maybe get to know them better. I figured since I would just be sitting around I would do something useful.

What I didn't figure on was that sitting on the benches watching the guards practice while sharpening a sword might be a little off putting. It doesn't help that I haven't actually talked with any of these people yet, i'm pretty sure all they know about me is that i'm some northerner who tends to beat people up in the sparring center. I don't think this is the right way to get to know people... shit, I probably should have said something to any of them... or asked one of their names... really wish I would have remembered to put on a shirt.

Written By Merek

Feb. 18, 2017, 10:49 p.m.(12/13/1005 AR)

It has been quite a month, even though it has mostly been work in preperation for the war which is coming. I've met a few new people, one a woman that was beautiful in a manner that one could not describe. It is not that I like her in any manner, as I saw her in passing, but the qualities of her beauty exceed far past what seem normal! I wonder who she is!

Written By Cirroch

Feb. 18, 2017, 10:37 p.m.(12/13/1005 AR)

Arrived in the city, safe and sane as ever. Found my way to where the other northerners have gathered, so it's at least a bit like home. At the very least, someone's arranged to bring south some good whiskey. Good thing, too; you can't expect to celebrate a betrothal without that - or drink to the memory of the departed.
I'm glad it didn't turn into a brawl. Blood-feuds are bad enough when you're agreed on the rules.

Written By Rainier

Feb. 18, 2017, 9:45 p.m.(12/13/1005 AR)

Crackle and crumble and crack; the momentum of decisions taken long ago turn to ashes in my mouth now. I had better become well acquainted with the flavor, and learn to find it more agreeable.

Or I can laugh. Who else will?

Written By Rainier

Feb. 18, 2017, 9:42 p.m.(12/12/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Cybele

It is intriguing how that which is different sometimes blends so well with that which is very familiar. I cannot explain it; such tasks are not for me. But the shaman holds a key, and I would give much to know what now rather than find out later.

Written By Khloe

Feb. 18, 2017, 9:42 p.m.(12/12/1005 AR)

I've done it again. That's the third job this year lost because I couldn't shut my mouth. I don't know why I'd done it, strike him back for striking that maid. She weren't nothing but a child - hardly strong enough to even push the cart of goods to the market on her lonesome. It wasn't her fault they stole from her before she even hit Cemetery Row, and she didn't deserve a whipping. The old bastard is lucky... But what am I going to do now to help the Avaracis? They need the coin.

Written By Duarte

Feb. 18, 2017, 7:48 p.m.(12/12/1005 AR)

zux djqb ifey, e owul. qwb yu e buw'i nqoj ifey jqyz rud qwzuwj.

e'n cjiiewc upb, wui iuu upb ifuxcf qwb e fqmj puwc pjqdwjb ifqi qwz qtieuw lepp vdewc zux bjqif, vxi qi pjqyi, zux bu ei owulewc ifqi zux bu ei ew ifj yjdmetj ur q cdjqijd cuub. ud nqzvj wui q cdjqijd cuub. vxi qi pjqyi zux bu ei uw zuxd ulw ijdny. ei ey vjiijd, ifjz yqz, iu bej ytdjqnewc qwb ew ifj axdyxei ur yunjifewc ludiflfepj, ifqw gxejipz ew zuxd vjb.

e lepp djcdji ifewcy. ew ifj jwb, qwzuwj lfu yqzy uifjdleyj fqy wui pjqb q perj, vxi njdjpz lqpojb ifduxcf ei. nqzvj e nqbj tfuetjy ifqi tuxpb fqmj vjjw vjiijd. vxi ifjz fqmj pjqb nj fjdj qwb ajdtfqwtj, fqmj pjqb nj fjdj rud q djqyuw. yunj djqyuw.

zux lepp recxdj ifey uxi, e qn yxdj. zux qdj iuu ynqdi rud zuxd qcj. e luddz qvuxi zux, peoj yfj luddejy qvuxi nj. e yfuxpbw'i, vxi e bu.

er e buw'i djixdw, owul ifqi e qbnedjb zux rdun qrqd qwb tpuyj qwb jqtf iuxtf lqy wui q tdxjp qtieuw vxi q yxvipj qbudqieuw ur zuxd mjdz vjewc.

zux jheyi. e lepp wjmjd rudcji ifqi. jmjw er ei idejy iu djnumj ifqi rdun ifj rqtj ur uxd ludpb. e lepp vj ifj nqbnqw ew ifj aqwuaietuw ifqi ytdjqnewc zuxd wqnj. qpp ur zuxd wqnjy. qvtbjrcfesopnwuagdyixmlhzk.

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