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Written By Bethany

Dec. 2, 2016, 11:30 p.m.(4/12/1005 AR)

I am infinitely pleased with my family.

(That is all.)

Written By Orazio

Dec. 2, 2016, 10:28 p.m.(4/12/1005 AR)

To the Faithful Reader:

Gloria, we ask you not for victory. Victory is won with our own hands, or not at all.

Gloria, we ask you not for strength. Strength is what we build every time we practice our skills and step onto the eternal battlefield.

Gloria, we ask you not for courage. Courage we carry with us, the sword and shield of our will, honed in tradition and the clash of blade on blade.

Lady Gloria, bless us and guide us in our pursuit of honor, but grant us nothing; what must be won, we will earn for ourselves.

Written By Orazio

Dec. 2, 2016, 10:22 p.m.(4/12/1005 AR)

Now I seem to be in possession of both a beautifully trained bird, and a maniacal dervish disguised as a kitten. I have had to intervene at least three times in the past two days to prevent the death of the bird by predation or the death of the cat by misadventure in the course of predation. I am shortly to go on a trip. I suspect one of the animals will be dead when I return.

If I return. Ah, well. There's a priest of Vellichor who owes me a favor. She can watch them for a few days.

Written By Ida

Dec. 2, 2016, 9:44 p.m.(4/12/1005 AR)

What an evening! I saw stars not once, but twice. First on the fields of the Tournament Grounds and then on my way here to write this - ha! Get it? I am grateful for every bruise and cut I earned in that melee. What a grand time! While I was unsure if bringing fists to a sword fight would be wise, I am glad that I did. For one, who knows what I may face in these unsure times? It might very well be a sword and it is good to know that I will be better prepared for such a thing.

Really, though? What a damned good experience! I was paired with Lady Eirene Malvici and I can only wonder her thoughts about being teamed with a swordless pugilist. We did well, though, I think! I suspect she might be used to fighting alone, as I certainly am, and I think such made us work well together. So many fine fighters and an excellent event run by Sir Silas, as always! Thank the gods for Princess Sophie, who healed my battered person, along with Lady Eirene once the fight concluded. How fortunate we are to have such skilled and devoted healers. I also have a lovely bottle of Spring Awakening that I might break open this very night.

The whole experience was positively kickass! Joyous, even, and I am excited to do it again soon! Ah, but how I love the sweet science.

Written By Serafine

Dec. 2, 2016, 9:42 p.m.(4/12/1005 AR)

I've never been more impressed with someone else's training of one under their care. Sir Silas Mercier has done well by his squire Arron. Seriously, if I ever have more children or take up a squire, I don't think I'd trust even myself to do such a good job as he. I hope he treats that boy to a fine set of armor.

Also, I think I owe the poor lad a kiss.

Written By Sabella

Dec. 2, 2016, 8:19 p.m.(4/12/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Fortunato

I am gladdened to know him, and thankful that he is going to develop a masterpiece that highlights my romantic journey. No one can take the fantasy from me, and when it hangs on my bedroom wall- I can claim it that much more.

Written By Belladonna

Dec. 2, 2016, 7:23 p.m.(4/12/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Larissa

It is always sad to see potential wasted.

Written By Larissa

Dec. 2, 2016, 5:42 p.m.(4/12/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Orazio

Ohhhh Orazio... Orazio... Why hast thou cast me out, Orazio? What gregarious mire have I thrust upon you to cause such wicked loathing from an educated man? And what now shall I become against you, because of you.. from you? What vows shall I make in your name? Perhaps I will reach for the wretched and scandalous and turn to slander as you have done. Or perhaps instead I will deepen my faith and call upon yours and hold you instead to higher standards than you have shown to me. Rise up, Orazio! Breathe deeply the fresh air of forest and sea and know that wherever you walk - water and land - I shall ever be within your wary reach.

Written By Larissa

Dec. 2, 2016, 5:33 p.m.(4/12/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Eos

There are few, perhaps if any, who ever ever stood up to the shadows you cast upon the world. Every moment you become taller, wiser and more infinite than you were before. Might I simply continue to inspire you and perhaps from time to time share the burden of the world that rests upon your shoulders.

Written By Larissa

Dec. 2, 2016, 5:10 p.m.(4/11/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Branan

Poetry among the Courtesans of the Whisper House is an every day occurrence. Be it from the pens of my cousins of the House or from the messages of those besotted with them, it has become a banal and gregarious game we play. Today, however... Today I saw the birth of poetry through the eyes of a babe, new born and squalling an for the first time in far too long of a time, I was inspired. It is only rather tragic that it is in the form of a pauper. Ambitions, I've found however, are often eagerly and blatantly rewarded within our realm and society. An eye will be kept upon this one - and perhaps together we may inspire each other to artwork unbound.

Written By Barric

Dec. 2, 2016, 5:04 p.m.(4/11/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Samantha

One of my oldest friends, Samantha Deepwood. She's a Marquessa now, of course, but we grew up together - myself, Dawn, Michael Bisland, and Sam. After many years of not seeing each other, we've recently caught up and renewed our friendship. We've both changed but she's essentially the same in all the important ways - she is smart, witty, capable, and devoted to the protection and service of her people. I admire her greatly and am glad we have befriended one another a second time.

Written By Barric

Dec. 2, 2016, 4:59 p.m.(4/11/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Costas

Master Costas. I met him in the Grotto chatting with Lady Calista. I of course went to introduce myself. He is a man with scars who seems to have been dealt a rough hand. Despite this, he seems a decent man. Sworn to House Malvici, I should like to get to know him a little better if only to find out the secret to getting impressive and grisly scars. One day, perhaps.

Written By Eirene

Dec. 2, 2016, 4 p.m.(4/11/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Dawn

**As provided by Eirene's assistant and guardswoman, Carissa**

Who the fuck nominated me for Minister of Farming? Do I look like a gods-damned farmer? Hilarious. Send Dawn a message...

Lady Regent Dawn, blah blah titles - she's nice, make sure it sounds proper and call her a Grayson; she is one and who cares if her mother wasn't some jumped up princess too?

Nice that someone thought of me for the post but I grow my own fucking herbs and shit so I can ensure the medicines aren't screwed up by someone else. There's no way you want me to handle the kingdom's farms and production, I'd fuck that up pretty bad. But however I can help I'd be happy to, and it'd be nice to sit and talk with you - but seriously, I'm so wrong for a minister's post.

*Letter transcribed and sent*
To the esteemed Lady Regent, Dawn; born of house Grayson-

While I am pleased someone thought so highly of me to make the nomination, I fear my skills are best described as a home gardener and herbal enthusiast. Crops and agricultural management on the level of a kingdomwide scale are far out of my scope of knowledge. I will be happy to serve in whatever capacity I am able and would honored to accept your invitation, but I will openly confess I am wrong for a ministerial post.
-Lady Eirene Malvici

Written By Eleyna

Dec. 2, 2016, 1:55 p.m.(4/11/1005 AR)

Griza is perfectly well-behaved, sister. Perhaps said offensive material was tracked in on your boots. You might have missed it with your general odor to mask it.

Written By Eos

Dec. 2, 2016, 1:40 p.m.(4/11/1005 AR)

The trouble with holding the secrets we all hold is that they will always find their way to the light, whatever the motivation behind holding them. It may take years, decades, generations, but they will always be discovered. The secrets of men - I don't believe they can stand up to generations. For most, their secrets will be learned all too soon and their motivations put to question.

It's the motivation, the agenda, afterall that man fears. The secret is only a thing made unknown, a happening, a truth, a fact of life. The reasons another has found it so important as to hide it is what fractures trust and strains our ties. Some may be honorable - fear or out of concern for another, to see some great task done - but man is meant to survive, and can not do that by seeing the best in every strange thing around him. Man will see the suspect first, the thing which might harm him.

Those who cleave to secrets must weigh the value of them against the inevitable consequence as those secrets come to light, and their motivations put to question. Playing victim when those consequences call, foisting the wrong upon others, lying to even oneself about the why, trying to cast a self-serving agenda as a noble one...It is a weak and pitiful thing.

Written By Cybele

Dec. 2, 2016, 12:22 p.m.(4/11/1005 AR)

I have spoken to Sister Sophie Valardin on the nature of Lagoma. It was enlightening. And I taught Sister Sophie a few excercises to center herself.


Lagoma is an intriguing god. If I were to worship like the Southerners do, I expect I should swear myself to her. Thankfully, that is not a necessity to be counted among the Faith of the Pantheon - it appears many worship all of them?

Still, as lady of liminality, as the harbinger of change and growth, granter of peace and mercy...

I can't help but feel like there are similarities to my own path.

Written By Natalia

Dec. 2, 2016, 6:22 a.m.(4/10/1005 AR)

Fuck.

Nothing more, that pretty much explains it all.

Written By Cara

Dec. 2, 2016, 2:55 a.m.(4/10/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Harlan

Perhaps I should not be so reassured by Lord Harlan's return to the city, but I must say that it is something of a relief to share some of the concerns of the day with him. He will be a good Duke some day, though if the gods are kind, it will not be for some time.

Written By Damon

Dec. 2, 2016, 2:21 a.m.(4/10/1005 AR)

Have I lost my charming qualities? I feel that I don't smile near as often as I did even a week or two ago.

What's changed? Is it me? Circumstance?

Perhaps I'll never know, and I'm just stuck like this.

Written By Max

Dec. 2, 2016, 1:56 a.m.(4/10/1005 AR)

We make our own wind. When the sky provides it not, with the toil of our back, we put oars to water and tell the weather to fuck off.


Luck is the consequence of consistent action with proper planning.

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