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Written By Esme

Sept. 23, 2021, 1:55 p.m.(4/4/1016 AR)

Dearest Reader,

It is never my place to make a choice for another or to judge the choice that has been made or will be made. Our paths that we walk are our own. I feel to write in the whites today instead of the blacks. Life is not always an easy walk to have. There are many hurdles. There are many things that happen. They hurt us, they break us, but we are so loved. We are loved by the Gods around us. They hear our prayers and our desires. They know our hearts.

Even when we feel our most broken, we are not alone. We are are being built to something more. Metal does not become a sword unless it is put to the flames and fire to be redesigned. As people, we choose our paths with each breath. We must choose daily what we are to be and what we could become. I am always captivated by the choices that people make. I am captivated as well by the paths they don't take. I suppose people just captivate me. It's why I ask so many questions.

While I would not dare to think I know better or to alter a person's decision, I would ask for reflection upon the hearts of man. We are capable of so much greatness. We love. We aspire. We attain. We create. We build. We grow. We do so much in the concepts of the Gods images. We are blessed and touched by them in our lives. So, I offer a word of caution. You may go on your path as you choose and if you can read this, I will always be here for you if you need to unburden your heart. Or if you just need an ear to listen. However, caution, darlings. So much caution. For vengeance may seem like the answer. Perhaps the stories of like for like. Punishment for Crime. Life for Life. But I caution still.

It is a dark path to walk. It also offers those within the shadows and darkness a foothold to twist. For your shattered feelings to be used against you and your people if you are not cautious to how you act, think, and move on your path. We are amazing for all the good we can do, but we are also duality. We can destroy so much in our way, in our path, in our quest if we become too single-focused. If you, my most beloved readers, choose this path. The path of vengeance and the darker path, please make sure that you cloak yourself in light. Come to the shrines. Pray to the Gods. Let them put their hands upon your heart to protect it. The road will not be easy, Darlings, if you choose to walk it. Please know if nothing else. No matter what road you choose, you can always change your mind. You are never alone. The Gods are there. I am here.

If you need someone, please send a missive, please say your prayers.

As always, My Brave Travelers, be mindful of your steps on the path. Be mindful of the line between morality and Godhood and where you are choosing to step. Be mindful your choices have ripples even if they are invisible to the moment. And remember always, you are not alone and you are so very loved.

Written By Medeia

Sept. 23, 2021, 12:38 p.m.(4/4/1016 AR)

It's spring! Scholar, I'm so very happy that I will be able to hold lessons out in the garden again. It is so much nicer being able to discuss plants with them flourishing all around you. The garden at the sanctuary is coming along into Its spring colors beautifully, too. Soon, I'll have fresh herbs instead of dried. And bright, sweet berries! I've been thinking of some new tea blends - both to offer my patients and for simply enjoying.

Perhaps I will expand my lessons. I've been keeping them fairly simple, so that beginning students could understand. But it may be time to bring the public lessons along in expertise, offer more in depth information about making medicines and treating certain things. Yes. I will begin to draft lesson plans.

Written By Mabelle

Sept. 23, 2021, 12:36 p.m.(4/4/1016 AR)

Relationship Note on Sabine

I never got to tell you: you were my inspiration.

Written By Lucita

Sept. 23, 2021, 11:04 a.m.(4/4/1016 AR)

There are things Lady Medeia and I should discuss with Lord Gaspar and perhaps alos Lady Piccola. I just don't know how to approach the topics yet. It is so ... complex.

Written By Mattheu

Sept. 23, 2021, 9:35 a.m.(4/4/1016 AR)

The weather has changed and warmth is coming back. If I was back in Riva, I would have been thinking about packing up the slip and heading back along the coast in a slow fashion of odd deliveries and adventures until the snows were in a full melt, after a long winter's worth of adventure in the Southern seas - far away from the cold weather.

I came to the city in the fall, and have stayed put throughout the cold. Those in my family might have been waiting for me to snap, or get into some altercation and up and leave... Nothing wrong with this, and I myself am amused that for one that has been nearly always on the move that I've found reasons to stay here in the city and am seeking more interest to pursue within it.

With a change of season a change of color might be needed.

While the rest prepare for war, possibly more devastation and a celebration of treaties, life will continue on with the wind finding its way to connect those that are in need of finding something more.

Hopefully we as a people are able to do so by coming together to be stronger together, instead of the severe wedge of differing viewpoints within life that we're facing now.

Written By Iseulet

Sept. 23, 2021, 7:58 a.m.(4/4/1016 AR)

Some of my very best friends are the ladies I play bingo with every Thursday night at the Empyrean. They may be well into their 70's but they haven't lost their keen wits or senses of humor.

Last night I asked them all for marriage or relationship advice, as I hope to one day be married.

Honestly, they were gems. I will share some of them here.

"Beauty fades, and so will his eyesight. There’s no sense of worrying." -Fern

"The best way to get most husbands to do something is to suggest that perhaps they’re too old to do it." -Alberta

"Before you marry him, listen to him chew. If you can stand that noise for the rest of your life, then go ahead with the wedding." -Bernadette

Written By Mabelle

Sept. 22, 2021, 11:31 p.m.(4/3/1016 AR)

It seems the constant traveling brings fatigue that finds me without my graces. The group of artists we were escorting to Artshall were.. special.
I am grateful for the company of my peers from Arx that managed to keep the journey pleasant and without further trouble.

Written By Gaspar

Sept. 22, 2021, 10:59 p.m.(4/3/1016 AR)

Relationship Note on Sabine

Once more I am a ship at full-sail without a rudder.

The marquessa provided purpose for me. We were united as show of good faith to the blood of Velenosa, to strengthen the bonds within the Lyceum. Most knew our marriage was duty-bound but few knew how deeply devoted we were to ensuring the other succeeded.

And this will forever be my greatest failure.

Once Lord Constantin comes of age, he will assume his rightful place as Count of the March of Iriscal. It is now the responsibility of everyone in our House, especially my own, to see he is given what he needs to succeed in the way of tutelage, experience and encouragement. He will make his House, his Sister, his Aunt and his Mother very proud. I swear this.

While the words of our dear cousin, General Piccola, are not to be taken without proper warning, I will offer no warning of my own. There will be no precursor of wrath, no herald of doom. Just the silence of finality, in whatever form is deemed most appropriate for those found responsible.

Written By Piccola

Sept. 22, 2021, 9:42 p.m.(4/3/1016 AR)

Thoughts of vengeance are born of the pain of helplessness.

And the truth is that vengeance is invigorating. It focuses and enlivens us. It quashes grief because it turns the emotion outward. In grief we go to pieces; but in revenge we come together as a single pointed weapon aimed at a target. However destructive in the long run, it serves a useful purpose for a time.

So, to my enemies, I ask you to think carefully about what you say and do next.

Written By Tanith

Sept. 22, 2021, 9:17 p.m.(4/3/1016 AR)

I do enjoy making wedding cakes, especially ones that are brightly decorated and fruity.

Written By Piccola

Sept. 21, 2021, 11:55 p.m.(4/1/1016 AR)

To whom had the temerity to harm my family:

Take a good look at everyone you know and care about. Give them an embrace, and tell them you love them. They need to know this before I find them, and before I find you.

When I find you, I will hurt you in ways you cannot possibly imagine. I will make sure to bring the finest and most gifted of apothecaries, so that they will keep you alive even when you beg to see the Queen. Because I will then hurt you again, only to have you tended once more.

And when your body gives out, I will do everything in my power to ensure that your eyes are open, and your mouth is open. And when you scream for your death, I will tell you in a whisper: "no."

I will find you.

Written By Grady

Sept. 21, 2021, 8:06 p.m.(4/1/1016 AR)

Artshall is quite lovely at the doorway to spring, and the new arts district is even lovelier. I'm glad to have gone, even if the travel might have taken something out of me, from which it will take me, I think unfortunately, some time to recover. Well, nothing for it, I suppose. If there was any sacrifice on my part, it was worth it for the experience of seeing the new district before it has officially opened. I met all sorts of wonderful people whose acquaintance I shouldn't be sorry to make again in the future.

All in all, a most excellent trip.

Written By Ilira

Sept. 21, 2021, 6:24 p.m.(4/1/1016 AR)

I am so happy it is spring.
I am so, so, so so wondrously delighted it is spring!

Written By Viviana

Sept. 21, 2021, 6:10 p.m.(4/1/1016 AR)

Strawberries make me blush.

Written By Sydney

Sept. 21, 2021, 4:50 p.m.(4/1/1016 AR)

Relationship Note on Ida

I, too, see little merit in it.

A life of self-and-societal-imposed shackles would hardly be a benefit just for the cheaply won benefit of having people cease to stare down their nose at Sydney the Commoner, and instead stare down their nose at Sydney the Neonoble.

I wonder if the walls of the birdcages are as smothering from inside of them as it looks from outside of them.

I'd say it fills me with pity, but for the fact that a birdcage is still placed above us, and there is only one direction that leavings fall.

Written By Lydia

Sept. 20, 2021, 11:27 p.m.(3/27/1016 AR)

Macda, I agree. Brewers have been bottling bravery and foolishness, often together, since the dawn of time.

Written By Piccola

Sept. 20, 2021, 8:46 p.m.(3/27/1016 AR)

We are but captives in a cage who imagine that death will bring us liberty.

We cannot believe that such a dream makes us prisoners all the same.

Written By Viviana

Sept. 20, 2021, 6:06 p.m.(3/27/1016 AR)

There are days when I feel a terrible romantic. On others - I'd prefer to be a terrifying one.

Written By Aelgar

Sept. 20, 2021, 11:28 a.m.(3/26/1016 AR)

I have been continuing my unimpressive, snail-like progress toward becoming a formidable and impressive investigative scholar and missionary. In particular, I passed my entrance exam for the Society of Explorers thanks to the persistence and invaluable help of Lord Vitalis. Now he is actually making me administer a supervised entrance exam to Lady Kiera. I continue to take Griz out into the countryside, sometimes mounted or otherwise afoot, working on my fitness and skills. Griz helped my flush a deer during the exam, which validates the time I have invested in training him, and the time I have invested in archery (not to mention all those lost and broken arrows!) While this is not the only way I am able to spend my days, not by a long shot, it is still a major bit of news for me. In the end, I hope to be a respected member of the Faith's outreach teams.

Written By Ida

Sept. 20, 2021, 6:29 a.m.(3/26/1016 AR)

I don't envy the nobility their politics and responsibilities. Nobility is not the aspiration of every commoner, I don't think. Or many of them. I can't be sure since I haven't asked every single one, but I'd guess that to be the case. There are some who have histories that might lend them to seek that path, which is a whole different story really.

I don't craft the way I do hoping it will earn me a title. What would be the point in that? Then I couldn't...do what is pointed to as the reason for nobility? The heart of my weapons, I hope, is a story or inspiration, not a rung on a ladder for myself. I am responsible for only my brother (even if he says otherwise) and my shop, here in Arx, and I am grateful to the gods for little more than that.

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