Written By Sigurd
Feb. 14, 2017, 1:50 a.m.(12/3/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Nadia
My cousin is dead.
My Duchess is dead.
These words chase themselves around and around in my head, like starving wolves chasing their own tails, leading nowhere.
Why didn't you listen? Why were you there? How did you fall? Why the hells wasn't I there to save you?
My Duchess is dead.
These words chase themselves around and around in my head, like starving wolves chasing their own tails, leading nowhere.
Why didn't you listen? Why were you there? How did you fall? Why the hells wasn't I there to save you?
Written By Luca
Feb. 14, 2017, 1:27 a.m.(12/3/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Pietro
You stupid, hot-headed, brave, beautiful bastard.
Gods I'm going to miss you.
Gods I'm going to miss you.
Written By Aurora
Feb. 14, 2017, 1:18 a.m.(12/3/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Nadia
You were more than my Patron, Duchess Nadia Nightgold. I find that you were a friend, a companion, and certainly someone who kept me alive. You were always so concerned over my habits or lack thereof, and I might actually die now. This is not because I will mourn your passing so heavily that I will die because of it, but because you literally kept me alive with food and drink after I would forget to eat for days on end. There were always platters of food appearing from the air when I would find time to break from my intense and fierce workloads, and I know you were the cause.
I might starve to death. Great.
I might starve to death. Great.
Written By Aislin
Feb. 14, 2017, 1:08 a.m.(12/3/1005 AR)
Word comes from the battlefield, and suddenly the world is darker than it has been, even in these times. And perhaps it's selfish of me to feel like I've lost a part of myself; there are many with even more reason to grieve than I have.
Still.
When I first found myself back in Arx a year and a half ago, I thought I would be here only for a few weeks before another expedition. But instead I found myself getting caught up in a study of runic markings, something that kept me within the city walls those first early weeks as I collected samples and studied them. It was Marquis Vincere Igniseri who joined me in that first study, and he became one of my dearest friends in the city. We often collaborated on things. Shared notes, tested theories... some of my favorite memories since coming And gods, he made Cara so /happy/.
And his brother, Pietro, was this constant ball of cheerful energy. I knew that if I needed someone at my side, he'd be there in a flash. I knew that if the world got dark, he'd try to brighten it. Another of my fonder memories is of Vincere, Dawn, and I having some theoretical discussion about lost bits of history and lore, back before everything seemed so dire... and of Pietro, nearby, rolling around in a giant /pile/ of puppies. Three of my dearest friends in one space. And even if some of what we talked about was dark, it seemed... remote, somehow, when surrounded by those I cared about.
I never actually saw him with Ainsley, but I can only imagine the sort of smile he'd inspire.
The Adventure Twins, I always called them. Half-jokingly, but half seriously. It's how I've always pictured them -- two halves of a whole. It's how I always will.
And now when the final tally was taken, my cousin Nadia as well. I won't lie: while I love my northern kin, Nadia and I haven't always seen eye to eye on everything. But the last time we spoke, as hard a conversation as that was to have in some ways, we also agreed that the Compact was stronger with everyone working together. We agreed to...
Gods, I don't even know what I'm writing anymore.
For a long time, I've been tired. Exhausted. But now? Now I'm just angry.
There's no room for anything else anymore, I think. Not right now.
And maybe that's good.
Still.
When I first found myself back in Arx a year and a half ago, I thought I would be here only for a few weeks before another expedition. But instead I found myself getting caught up in a study of runic markings, something that kept me within the city walls those first early weeks as I collected samples and studied them. It was Marquis Vincere Igniseri who joined me in that first study, and he became one of my dearest friends in the city. We often collaborated on things. Shared notes, tested theories... some of my favorite memories since coming And gods, he made Cara so /happy/.
And his brother, Pietro, was this constant ball of cheerful energy. I knew that if I needed someone at my side, he'd be there in a flash. I knew that if the world got dark, he'd try to brighten it. Another of my fonder memories is of Vincere, Dawn, and I having some theoretical discussion about lost bits of history and lore, back before everything seemed so dire... and of Pietro, nearby, rolling around in a giant /pile/ of puppies. Three of my dearest friends in one space. And even if some of what we talked about was dark, it seemed... remote, somehow, when surrounded by those I cared about.
I never actually saw him with Ainsley, but I can only imagine the sort of smile he'd inspire.
The Adventure Twins, I always called them. Half-jokingly, but half seriously. It's how I've always pictured them -- two halves of a whole. It's how I always will.
And now when the final tally was taken, my cousin Nadia as well. I won't lie: while I love my northern kin, Nadia and I haven't always seen eye to eye on everything. But the last time we spoke, as hard a conversation as that was to have in some ways, we also agreed that the Compact was stronger with everyone working together. We agreed to...
Gods, I don't even know what I'm writing anymore.
For a long time, I've been tired. Exhausted. But now? Now I'm just angry.
There's no room for anything else anymore, I think. Not right now.
And maybe that's good.
Written By Merek
Feb. 14, 2017, 12:23 a.m.(12/3/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Nadia
I did not expect this to happen right after I met her. She was to be my research partner, and instead war called her away, and has taken her. I wish her the best as she passes on to Elysia.
Written By Serafine
Feb. 14, 2017, 12:14 a.m.(12/3/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Vincere
You were the clever gilt-tongued reflection of your brother, you made me blush, always by surprise! on more than one occassion. I'd be lying if I didn't say that you had a piece of my heart as well, as much as I loved your brother I cared for you as well.
Discourse and conversation, you were so eager to learn about everything. All of it. And it never weighed you down, not like I saw it do to so many others.
Remember what we did to those delegation banners? The ones we thought we might have to bring with us (and didn't)?
I have one. I'm keeping it in my house until I die and then they'll burn me with it.
Discourse and conversation, you were so eager to learn about everything. All of it. And it never weighed you down, not like I saw it do to so many others.
Remember what we did to those delegation banners? The ones we thought we might have to bring with us (and didn't)?
I have one. I'm keeping it in my house until I die and then they'll burn me with it.
Written By Serafine
Feb. 14, 2017, 12:12 a.m.(12/3/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Pietro
I promised you so many things, so many things-
I love you, Pietro, my friend of body and spirit, my cohort and companion, kindred soul.
I can't stop seeing your laughing face, your silly antics, the grin we shared over our hearts' desires and lovers found.
But I understand. I can see it, I can hear it in the words read:
Vincere cut down, and you... you are two pieces and you couldn't-
oh Pietro.
-and Ainsley! Gods-
I love you, Pietro, my friend of body and spirit, my cohort and companion, kindred soul.
I can't stop seeing your laughing face, your silly antics, the grin we shared over our hearts' desires and lovers found.
But I understand. I can see it, I can hear it in the words read:
Vincere cut down, and you... you are two pieces and you couldn't-
oh Pietro.
-and Ainsley! Gods-
Written By Sylvie
Feb. 14, 2017, 12:06 a.m.(12/3/1005 AR)
My heart is broken.
I thought it was broken the day Zaccheri died, but I somehow managed to piece it together. Shards and slivers missing, I managed to rebuild myself.
And now my heart is broken again. Two cracks, a million pieces.
I thought it was broken the day Zaccheri died, but I somehow managed to piece it together. Shards and slivers missing, I managed to rebuild myself.
And now my heart is broken again. Two cracks, a million pieces.
Written By Waldemai
Feb. 13, 2017, 10:01 p.m.(12/2/1005 AR)
Played a game of Rogues led by a man named Rainier. We needed to climb a tower and break in for the prize. Not bad, but it showed me how bad out of shape I've gotten since I've been putting in all my time in the shop. Can't run or climb for anything! Lady Eirene was good enough to put up with me on her team, but I'm pretty sure I let her down. Got to get trained up better!
Written By Sparte
Feb. 13, 2017, 9:34 p.m.(12/2/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Tristram
The nicest man I've ever tried to throw through a door. The only one who gave consent first.
Written By Rymarr
Feb. 13, 2017, 9:10 p.m.(12/2/1005 AR)
I do believe that I am approaching the point that I may start giving flying lessons.
Written By Jael
Feb. 13, 2017, 8:26 p.m.(12/2/1005 AR)
I have to say, Thrax knows how to throw a party. Also, I have mixed feelings about rum, which may be muddled by the amount which I consumed.
Written By Lyiana
Feb. 13, 2017, 8:10 p.m.(12/2/1005 AR)
It is strange. I wake up in the morning and smile so much, and then when I walk into my shop, I hum. This is a silly thing, it is more like I am happy. This is strange and yet enlightening. Everything is calm and I am caught up in the mailstrum that is my life, yet I can smile through it all and sing. The day has not gone to the night yet in sometime, but as long as I wear my necklace and think ahead, at least as much as I can, it will all be all right. I have to hope this. I went to a gathering the other day and sat there for a while people watching. I admit I drank too much rum, but I had a pretty good time overall. As for the rest of my life, nothing of that much importance has happened, except for the fact of me having this overwhelming need to be happy. I enjoy such things. Clothing has been a steady business. I wonder if I'll ever hear from my Mother and Father? I miss them.
Written By Ephraim
Feb. 13, 2017, 7:32 p.m.(12/2/1005 AR)
Finally made it to Arx. Not too excited to be surrounded by buildings again, but I suppose we have to do what we have to do. Someone had apparently let Silas know I was coming, so that's nice, but I need to get ahold of him.
Found out that something happened to Horatio as well. They've put up a big statue to him in the gardens here. Didn't know the kid well, but I'm pretty sure he didn't deserve this. I'll have to figure out what went down there.
Found out that something happened to Horatio as well. They've put up a big statue to him in the gardens here. Didn't know the kid well, but I'm pretty sure he didn't deserve this. I'll have to figure out what went down there.
Written By Sparte
Feb. 13, 2017, 5:42 p.m.(12/2/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Leta
Very nice sellsword who taught me how not to lose every fight I get into. Now I only lose most of them!
Written By Ford
Feb. 13, 2017, 5:06 p.m.(12/2/1005 AR)
That was a joke, scholar.
Stop trying to take my pen.
Stop trying to take my pen.
Written By Ford
Feb. 13, 2017, 5:06 p.m.(12/2/1005 AR)
I see that many journals are used as a forum for social commentary, or to vaguely talk about problems that those involved will understand but then leave everyone else in the dark.
I will not do that.
A.) Because I don't care enough to do so.
B.) No one is really that interested in the inner workings of my mind. Perhaps a select few.
So with that in mind. I will turn my pen towards a different journal. My white journal will now be comprised of Erotic fiction.
Entirely.
I will not do that.
A.) Because I don't care enough to do so.
B.) No one is really that interested in the inner workings of my mind. Perhaps a select few.
So with that in mind. I will turn my pen towards a different journal. My white journal will now be comprised of Erotic fiction.
Entirely.
Written By Luis
Feb. 13, 2017, 4:52 p.m.(12/2/1005 AR)
Now that's what I call entertainment.
Lunch over fish, asparagus, olive oil, and romance. Wishin' you two love-mollusks well on the long mountain climb you have ahead of you. Best of luck! May the gods be on your side!
Lunch over fish, asparagus, olive oil, and romance. Wishin' you two love-mollusks well on the long mountain climb you have ahead of you. Best of luck! May the gods be on your side!
Written By Leona
Feb. 13, 2017, 4:07 p.m.(12/2/1005 AR)
Well, that didn't last at all. I turned over the Lord Commander's sword for several reasons, but events being what they are, I have accepted the promotion to First Captain. Which means that if Lord Commander Rymarr does something incredibly heroic and pays the price, then this whole cycle starts over again with an unexpected promotion. Nonetheless, the reasons to turn over the sword are swiftly being resolved, and so while I am content to be First Captain, I suspect that if I am ever again the Lord Commander, it will remain the title with which I eventually die.
Speaking of something incredibly heroic, I'm not sure I approve of this plan of his. It's heroic, to be sure. And it might have several different benefits, but it is also quite the gamble. I had no idea he was such a gamester. I will, however, support his choice whatever it is. Not just because he's the Lord Commander, but because I do understand the occasional need to make difficult choices that are hardly understood by observers.
In other news, my work continues unabated. I am close to a breakthrough I think - I hope? But the uncomfortable matter of the Thrax succession and its rippling effect through Arx is another difficult point. That's a matter I'm keeping a close eye on, even if it is mostly because I am concerned for my family, despite my current status.
'May you live in interesting times' is a curse for a reason.
Speaking of something incredibly heroic, I'm not sure I approve of this plan of his. It's heroic, to be sure. And it might have several different benefits, but it is also quite the gamble. I had no idea he was such a gamester. I will, however, support his choice whatever it is. Not just because he's the Lord Commander, but because I do understand the occasional need to make difficult choices that are hardly understood by observers.
In other news, my work continues unabated. I am close to a breakthrough I think - I hope? But the uncomfortable matter of the Thrax succession and its rippling effect through Arx is another difficult point. That's a matter I'm keeping a close eye on, even if it is mostly because I am concerned for my family, despite my current status.
'May you live in interesting times' is a curse for a reason.
Written By Luis
Feb. 13, 2017, 3:19 p.m.(12/2/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Michael
Michael my good friend!
You and your politeness are surely the envy of many. Oh how upright you walk, and your hair is very straight, my good friend.
Though I question your taste in some arenas, may the gods bless you with good fortune and ...well, good fortune is enough, don't be greedy.
Let us have a party again soon.
You and your politeness are surely the envy of many. Oh how upright you walk, and your hair is very straight, my good friend.
Though I question your taste in some arenas, may the gods bless you with good fortune and ...well, good fortune is enough, don't be greedy.
Let us have a party again soon.
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