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Written By Ainsley

Feb. 10, 2017, 3:07 p.m.(11/24/1005 AR)

*Written in inelegant script.*

Every time Pietro kisses me in public (usually in the training center) someone says, "I wasn't expecting that."

I'm not sure why.

I thought it was pretty obvious that I've been utterly conquered by the Lord Igniseri.

(*written down in the margin of the journal entry.* That is the absolute truth. Pietro, you can kiss me anytime and anywhere you want. I'll never object.)

Written By Dominique

Feb. 10, 2017, 1:40 p.m.(11/24/1005 AR)

My mother always said, "If you are losing hope, you are not doing enough." Though, when I try to be helpful, I feel I fall short. All I have to do is fulfill my duties and responsibilities. I sparred with Lord Ansel, quite faster than I anticipated, and hits hard! I am still mending bruises. I am glad I called mercy when I did. Walking with another limp was not something I would enjoy.

I feel disconnected. But I am not sure how to connect. I spend most of my time on this design for the war machine. Though I understand the vague mechanics of it. I am unsure how I would build such a monstrous thing. It is the hope that a one manned machine may save the lives of many others. I miss my sister and cousin. Bianca is so busy and so smart. She seems to know everyone and is so good and socializing. I still flounder haunted by the ghosts of my past.

I could do more. But I don't know where I would better serve my family, house and the compact. Life greatly lacks fulfillment.

Written By Merek

Feb. 10, 2017, 12:15 p.m.(11/24/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Bianca

Lady Bianca had to become the new Magister in the Scholars. Which means she can't be my patron. But I still am hopeful that I can assist her in any way that she needs when it comes to research. I'm hopeful we can become better friends, even if she seems reserved.

Written By Rainier

Feb. 10, 2017, 11:45 a.m.(11/24/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Belladonna

She is not as I expected. I do not know what I expected though - the circumstances are as unique as it gets. We were both conditioned to match a certain set of challenges and prove their superior - always superior - and her star is on the rise. I refuse to be a pawn but are we still sliding across on a board, matching wits with one we cannot see?

The threads he forged were proven strong, the fates woven, but why did he bind us?

Is the game afoot? Or is it long over?

Doubt is not the enemy. Doubt is a tool. Inaction is the enemy.

Written By Aureth

Feb. 10, 2017, 9:27 a.m.(11/23/1005 AR)

I bet if I had to spend less time and money cleaning up after you miserable scoundrels when you ruin the place I could afford better beer in the kegs.

Written By Reese

Feb. 10, 2017, 7:47 a.m.(11/23/1005 AR)

Dear Max,

You came to the aid of the Grayson's. Thank you.

That day we fought not only for the Grayson's, but for Compact.

I will come with you to fight with the Thrax.

I will fight with you as often as I can, until you feel your assistance has been repaid.

I cannot promise it will be every time.

My family needs my sword as well.

But your next bit battle, I am with you.

Thank you, Count Max.

I am sorry for the loss of your men.

But i know words are not enough.

Princess Reese

Written By Reese

Feb. 10, 2017, 7:23 a.m.(11/23/1005 AR)

The agony has faded to a mere memory of what it was.

I continue on.

I will be with Duke Cristoph in the Van.

The memory, the shadow, the lingering burn will only fuel my determination.

Gloria be with me.

Written By Rymarr

Feb. 10, 2017, 2:56 a.m.(11/23/1005 AR)

I feel much better now.

Duty can be overwhelming, so even in these troubling times we must remember as a united people that sometimes we must step away from the rigid structures of position and purpose. We must embrace the concepts within our lives that provide us with the reasons to fight today, tomorrow, and years into the future.

Appreciate what you have, be thankful for that which you are given, and remain resolute in the face of adversity.

The Compact and it's people will survive.

I do believe I will wear my red linen shirt tomorrow.

Written By Cassius

Feb. 10, 2017, 12:47 a.m.(11/23/1005 AR)

To any and all that possess the Guide:

Shoot them in the mouth. Do not stab.

Duke Cassius Pravus, KoS

Written By Kima

Feb. 9, 2017, 11:35 p.m.(11/23/1005 AR)

Courage is abhorred more than admired, because cowardice is far more prevalent. Physical and moral courage require commitment to an objective or principle. Cowards abandon their objectives or principles at the first sign of pressure, resistance, or opprobrium and hate the steadfast, even if they’re ostensibly allied in the same cause.

Written By Jael

Feb. 9, 2017, 11:18 p.m.(4/6/1004 AR)

Relationship Note on Michael

A chance meeting, an interrupted prayer...and yet it's hard to hold any grudge against him. I have a feeling if I let him see me laugh once, he'll make it his goal to steal a smile whenever he can. I suspect that would not be an entirely bad thing.

Written By Jael

Feb. 9, 2017, 11:14 p.m.(4/6/1004 AR)

Relationship Note on Cristoph

My brother is as persistent as ever, a never-ending font of ideas and every step needed to transform them into reality. I used to envy him and his abilities, and yet now I have nothing but admiration for his drive and success. I only hope I can live up to what he'll need of me.

Written By Cassius

Feb. 9, 2017, 10:19 p.m.(11/23/1005 AR)

Today it is to Lagoma I pray. May she help the souls of the dead find their rightful place in Elysia, and may she give her succor to all those that remain in this world, feeling those loses so poignantly.

I write this prayer today, instead of merely casting it to the heavens, as I celebrate the lives of seven men and women who served the Knights of Solace valiantly, and who died good deaths under my command, against the forces of evil. There were others that died as well, men and women of Grayson, of Ashford, of Darkwater, and I celebrate the life of these men and women, just as I celebrate the lives of any who stand in defense of Arvum against the darkness.

Gods light our path.

Duke Cassius Pravus, KoS

Written By Simone

Feb. 9, 2017, 8:51 p.m.(11/22/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Marius

He is my North, my South, my East and West,
My morning star and my evening rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song...

Written By Simone

Feb. 9, 2017, 7:24 p.m.(11/22/1005 AR)

Dear gentle readers:

Forgive me this self-indulgent analogy. A song is a participatory, unrepeatable process. And so is love.

Love and songs hide in the cracks of the world --not only between, but between the betweens, in the realm of quality, not quantity--in the unmanifested hope and the realized promise.

If no one were looking for love, our world would be in sad shape, some might say. But our world already is in sad shape precisely because so many people are on this quest which seems so laudable and reasonable until you examine the results of it.

The problem with looking for love is that it is the me that wants it. The me wants love in the form of pleasure, money, status, fame, and any number of other forms. And if the me wants these things badly enough, the me will get them. So selfish, so narrow-minded, so small.

Unfortunately, all the me gets is the forms and not the love. The me grabs for the beautiful flame and gets only hot ashes. I need to seek meaning in other avenues. Home, hearth, charity, giving - I will find the meaning, I hope.

Soon.

Written By Bethany

Feb. 9, 2017, 6:15 p.m.(11/22/1005 AR)

I feel as if I am offering up the very substance of myself to pursue this path, and yet like many things there is no fixed timetable or clear set of instructions of the stages to go through in reach of the conclusion. This field has roused my interest - more than I initally thought - and which I know that I may pursue it farther. Into comparative fields - either related, or less so. I enjoy this.

My notes have been meticulous. My moods since mercurial. To be expected, I think, as my patience frays. The research fruitless. The messengers return empty-handed because I do not send them out. All of my questions are not the right questions. I wish my research would step beyond the hypothetical to reveal answers. My plans are tentative, my results slow. I could focus on a dissertation on the subject.

If. If. If there was an advsior to ask, a mentor that would be beneficial --

( Enough. I need more sleep, more sustenance, more air and sun and wind and cold to remind me that I am alive. )

Written By Anabelle

Feb. 9, 2017, 4:35 p.m.(11/22/1005 AR)

My preponderance of my own sanity, for the time being, seems to be unfounded. I have not lost my mind yet, though if I have I'm already too far gone for any of it to matter. If anyone is reading this, and you believe me to be insane, I implore you to understand that my insanity might very well be the sanity of this world now.

Either I have so far lost my mind that this will be no more than chicken scratching on a sidewalk to be erased with the next passing kick of dust or roll of a wagon; or I have not and the only thing left to fear is the silence and unknowing. To any who were to read this, if this is to ever be read, if this is some how taken down off the shelf for some reason unknowing -- I am not insane, and neither are you unless you deny the existence of what is to come.

Written By Perrach

Feb. 9, 2017, 3:19 p.m.(11/22/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Leta

She's a regular face seen about the city. That warm and pleasant sort that all these mainlanders seem to be infected with. One thing I know of is she doesn't have the stomach to face some real horrors beyond the city wall. Just keep guarding those city gates Missy. Stay where it's safe.

Written By Marius

Feb. 9, 2017, 2:35 p.m.(11/22/1005 AR)

So they've chosen a new Dominus. Good. The matter was taking far too long to settle, in my mind. Of course, it might be the Abandoned in me that says, "Why not just put an arrow through that broken one and be done with it," but there are processes and procedures, and let it never be said I would ask the Faith to act hastily. If the Dominus speaks for the gods, a good one should be chosen with care.

I look forward to meeting the new Dominus - Aldwin, he's named - and I hope he proves himself worthy of the title. He won't build many bridges to those of us who hold to shamanism if he behaves like the previous one.

I am, again, impressed by my liege's actions. Prince Edain was resolute and steadfast in his convictions. He acquitted himself perfectly in this time of trial, and I - and my whole family - am proud of the way he handled the matter.

Written By Marius

Feb. 9, 2017, 2:30 p.m.(11/22/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Simone

We've been married five years, and I find myself drawn to her more closely with each passing day. She is inestimable, without peer in every way one can imagine. She is a true equal, and her strengths balance my weaknesses well. She is a voice of reason and calm, no matter how my blood might boil. I could not have asked for a better wife than Simone, and am grateful to the gods - new and old - that she is mine.

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