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Written By Natalia

Jan. 21, 2017, 5:56 a.m.(9/20/1005 AR)

I have decided to invest in a great deal of plaster. Some things are just worth the time to repair, instead of throwing out the old just to buy new.

A great deal of plaster. And honey.

Written By Julea

Jan. 21, 2017, 5:29 a.m.(9/20/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Aldwin

Of all the people that I have worked with in Arx so far, I think I have enjoyed the Archscholar the most. Especially the exchange of messages in the early morning, and that he rarely berates me even when I say things I should not. And how he seems to get my sometimes inane sense of humour and takes my jokes as they are meant, in jest. And how no matter how silly my questions and how crazy my theories are, he never laughs or makes fun of me, and instead guides and teaches.

Written By Valencia

Jan. 21, 2017, 5:23 a.m.(9/20/1005 AR)

Such a busy and strange week.

I have experienced great sorrow and loss, unrepentant and playful joy, frustration, worry and fear, deepening friendships, new and beautiful faces that I wish to see more of, terrible trouble, heartache, feelings I did not know I had, lost things found, old things renewed, questions, so many questions, and some temptations that are just far too go to ignore. Bitter sweet, but always beautiful. I wonder what this week will bring.

~~~~~<~<@

Written By Audric

Jan. 21, 2017, 3:23 a.m.(9/19/1005 AR)

You know, it is bizarre how many people keep asking me what it is that I believe in. Why I'm willing to throw myself into dangerous situations, or why I like fighting so very much. And here's the trick: I believe in money. That's it. I like having a lot of it, I like the feel of it through my fingers. It's all that matters, in the end..

Written By Rymarr

Jan. 21, 2017, 2:56 a.m.(9/19/1005 AR)

It is rare for me to consider it.

I need a drink.

Written By Niccolo

Jan. 21, 2017, 2:08 a.m.(9/19/1005 AR)

I was younger then. I often wish to be taken back to when I found my heart.

For I broke it, they day you were ripped from this life, and it's now left shattered in pieces. Pieces I can't put together no matter how much I try.

I was younger then.

I wish to be taken to where I can find my heart.

Written By Jeremiah

Jan. 21, 2017, 1:03 a.m.(9/19/1005 AR)

[This letter is written in a precise, flowing, almost delicate hand.]
Hangovers--the sign that I have lost a battle with alcohol. I know my limits--normally. But some days you drink knowing you will regret it later.

I barely regret it later. It was the sole hangover in all my history I can ever recall finding worth it. I hated that morning light--it should never have come. But it did--I despised it. It hurt. But I loved it--a new day. A hopeful day.

I do not often put so much...fluff. Into anything I write. Consider it a measure of my pleasure in the new day that I have. I am ready to face all the tomorrows, good and bad.

Written By Alis

Jan. 21, 2017, 12:17 a.m.(9/19/1005 AR)

Note to self: Mead is delicious. Especially the blend with nutmeg and clove. It also gets you drunk very quickly. Much more quickly then say wine, or even whiskey. I'm almost certain a full bottle of mead could last me months.

My alcohol tolerance is a sad, sad thing. I'm going to blame it on the unfortunate combination of being short and the lack of alcoholic beverages except sacramental wine growing up. If you want to know how to steer your children away from alcohol, make them drink sacramental wine. It works.

Written By Victus

Jan. 20, 2017, 8:25 p.m.(9/19/1005 AR)

There is only one High Lord of the Isles. There are no Princes or Princesses except those who bear the name Thrax.

Shit, not even all of us who do get to be so fucking lucky, eh? Heh.

In the Compact there is no House Marin. If there was, it would be a vassal of Thrax, knee bent in our service. As we oh so dutifully serve the fucking Crown in turn.

In the past there have been times of confusion as to this order of things. It didn't lead anywhere good for the vast majority of people involved.

Except for me, of course. I did alright. Got a name, got an axe, got a decent amount of loot. No disaster so disastrous there's not somebody making a profit out of it, eh?

But between you and me, I don't need another name and I don't need another axe. And while nobody is ever too rich, I think I'd rather not go through it again.

Written By Lianne

Jan. 20, 2017, 8:20 p.m.(9/18/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Sigurd

Wolf. You kept your smile while humoring my curiosity. You provided unexpected perspective which I carry with me still. You shamelessly used your friend in a bid for my attention. You heard me when I had no words and answered in kind. You gave me a sliver of your shame when I needed a shield. You showed me light when I was filled with darkness. You have proven yourself--repeatedly--a gentleman, a warrior, a leader. You have answered my every challenge. You have captured my attention. You *should* be afraid.

Written By Merek

Jan. 20, 2017, 7:23 p.m.(9/18/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Valencia

Perhaps the most fun-loving Princess I've ever met, not that I have met too many. One who is a shining example of what people should strive for.

Written By Merek

Jan. 20, 2017, 6:45 p.m.(9/18/1005 AR)

Rose, I know it has been a while. What is it now... Five years since you left us? I wish you were still here, but... You have your place in Elysia. I love you, and I wish you the best. I will do all my best to keep to what you'd have wished from me, and fighting for what is right.

Written By Merek

Jan. 20, 2017, 4:40 p.m.(9/18/1005 AR)

It has been a couple weeks since I have arrived, or it feels like it, perhaps just one. Lady Bianca has taught me more about what is happening, and I've come to admire her. Princess Valencia remains a nice companion of talk. And Lord Sigurd seems to be an honorable warrior. While I've made no true friends as of the moment, with my few acquaintances so above the station which I hold, it is nice to know that I'm welcomed by some.

I know my place, though this doesn't mean it feels any less... Sad, to be seen as just another face in the crowd by most. Commoners smile, and nod, nobles for the most part, seem to ignore my existence, or when acknowledging it, see me for something else. One Prince even took issue with my necklace pendant. I find it a respect to the Pantheon to wear it. But it seems there is more to it than that. Well, that is all which I have to write for the night. I hope to make new friends of my own station while I am here, and open up a shop.

Written By Merek

Jan. 20, 2017, 4:34 p.m.(9/18/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Sigurd

A Nightgold Noble that seems to be quite skilled in the manner of combat. He seems a bit rough around the edges with his manners, but he also seems to be the kind of person that one should respect. Honorable, respectable. He's a bit different than I expect from a Redrain, but he is quite the interesting man to become acquainted with.

Written By Merek

Jan. 20, 2017, 4:32 p.m.(9/18/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Valencia

Me and Valencia are fast becoming acquainted, at least as much as position allows. A free spirit as most Redrain are, and kind too. There is something about her that seems to be protective of those she cares about. I admire this. She would make a great friend, if I could ever actually call a noble friend.

Written By Merek

Jan. 20, 2017, 4:30 p.m.(9/18/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Bianca

Me and Bianca have started to get along more. I think she is still sad about the memorial and what has happened, but, she seems to be cheering up a little bit. I think she is quite nice, and we share our interest in academics. We have even discussed possibly having me patroned, or being her research assistant. I would find that quite wonderful.

Written By Sigurd

Jan. 20, 2017, 4:29 p.m.(9/18/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Lianne

How can I begin to explain Lianne?

I met her while on an interesting expedition near my lands, where she gushed over my wolf (yes, the direwolf, scholar, don't smirk like that). We did not find what we were looking for, but I came back to Arx with an interest and a desire to get to know this woman better every day.

She is a keen mind, certainly. She challenges me, and I do to her. She speaks with passion on that which interests her, she speaks with the subtle power and grace of her heritage, while maintaining an utterly calm and firm idea of who she is as a strong, independent woman. Her depths are like the oceans near her homeland, shimmering even in the dark, warm and yet dangerous in the extreme, if they are treated poorly. There is no end to the delights she has already shown me and will continue to in the future that we have set upon. I cannot envision my life without you, and would not wish to. You are your own woman, while still being my Light.

I am looking forward to the road before us, even if we know some of the destinations. The ones we do not fill me with hope and amusement and a bit of fear. And I would not have it any other way.

Written By Cassius

Jan. 20, 2017, 2:02 p.m.(9/18/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Anze

To the people of Arx:

I am but a Knight of Solace. I am not the Archlector of Gild nor a Seraph, nor even Godsworn, but I have dedicated the past seven years of my life to honoring Gild's message. I recite, as do all my fellow Knights, the oath we have all taken regularly:

We of the Knights of Solace are as much travelers as the pilgrims that we guard. The goddess Gild lights our path, and we journey as directed. We travel roads that lead to the wounded and defenseless, crying out for succor. We travel roads that lead to the destitute, in need of Gild's charity. We travel every road and every path in need of guardians to push back the darkness of Arvum's wild places, and bring prosperity to the Compact. We are travelers on roads without end.

It was with those words in mind that I went to the Shrine of Gild to seek out Prince Anze Redrain.

When I found the prince, I did not find a trace of ego. I did not find a man scorned. Likewise, I did not find a man weeping and lamenting his lot in life. There was nothing to Anze that I could find besides his dignified remorse and his commitment to the Compact. Through our conversation, where I took it upon myself to begin his lessons on the goddess Gild, I could see so clearly that this was a man who was dedicated to fixing the mistake he made. A man that is dedicated to the Compact, to Arx, and to Avrum.

I realize damage that is done cannot be truly undone. I realize the damage done is vast. But to any and all who wish to know of Prince Anze Redrain, know that we have a good man who means to do all he might to aid each and every one of us. While Prince Darren has ordered a year of Prince Anze's time, I have no doubt in my heart the Compact will receive a lifetime of it. This man is a traveler on roads without end.

While I write thoughtful words, I will also beg any and all that read this to consider the Tale of Prince Anze. Consider your words strongly before you write them. Speak them to the Gods, to the Spirits, to your friends, before you commit them to paper.

Lord Cassius Nightgold, KoS

Written By Max

Jan. 20, 2017, 1:47 p.m.(9/18/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Ianthe

Ain't nothing ever simple.


Like trying to swim up a goddamn waterfall at times.

Written By Sophie

Jan. 20, 2017, 1:06 p.m.(9/18/1005 AR)

For all the horror that has befallen us, and for all the horror more that is yet to come -- and it /will/ come -- I take comfort in knowing that we have all been gifted an opportunity to grow stronger and evolve for the better, even though the conditions are agonizing and, in many respects, downright terrifying. I have faith in blessed Lagoma, Our Lady of Change, and in humanity to accept Her gift and put it to good use, to rise to the challenge to be the best versions of ourselves, so that we may inspire and empower others to likewise be so.

In recognizing our shortcomings, in being merciless in our assessment and then compassionate in our collective striving to do better and be better, we shall embody the virtues of the Gods, those noble ideals to which we all should aspire. We shall become the Bright Reflection that will set ourselves, the Compact, and the entirety of the world aglow with the healing warmth and light of blessed Lagoma.

May the Gods bless and keep us, and may we honor Them by better caring for ourselves and each other.

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