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Written By Viktarkim

Nov. 27, 2016, 4:06 p.m.(3/24/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Lark

A cousin to Princess Lou, Lark seems to be a no nonsense person, down to earth and practical in ways I can appreciate. I don't know her well, yet, but she has made a good impression upon myself. I would like to get to know her better.

Written By Calypso

Nov. 27, 2016, 3:59 p.m.(3/24/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Edain

The Prince of Sanctum. High Lord Valardin. And rather swiftly becoming one of my favorite sparing companions and conversation companions.

We shared a spar this afternoon that could have lasted for hours if exhaustion hadn't caught up to us. Each blow parried or matched. Ferocity, in all of its passion, kept us on our toes as we traded blows. It was a beautiful thing. Respectable.

Written By Alis

Nov. 27, 2016, 3:33 p.m.(3/24/1005 AR)

Sometimes, watching a good sparring match is nearly as cathartic as participating in one yourself. Two good matches; Anze vs. Aksel and Edain vs. Calypso.

Quite well done.

Written By Talen

Nov. 27, 2016, 3:15 p.m.(3/24/1005 AR)

Mistress Eithne's work with rubicund to conclude the set of armour I've commissioned has yet to be finished but from what I can tell her ability is rivalled by none. It remains to be seen if the equipment comes out as I dreamed it to be.

Written By Talen

Nov. 27, 2016, 3:14 p.m.(3/24/1005 AR)

Master Kenemir's work with southern hides of Lyceum diresnake is to be commended. The leather armour developed to my designs has so far been found pleasing.

Written By Talen

Nov. 27, 2016, 2:15 p.m.(3/24/1005 AR)

It seems that Hiss, my viper, may have killed Princess Jaenelle's rabbit. I have made amends with a gift and so far, I am forgiven.

This does, however, speak of the warning against the archduchess' wish to own a cat. It will not end well.

Written By Isolde

Nov. 27, 2016, 2:05 p.m.(3/24/1005 AR)

Theological Musings.
I've never seen a city so blinded, yet so enlightened. The untapped potential for controlled passions has never been more invigorating, yet the utter denial of such necessities breaks my faithful heart. I learn much, even of my own journey, and the need for the Dark Reflection has never been more acute.

Amongst the Lyceum, the respect and dedication to the Thirteenth has waned. The spirit of the other Houses has always been one of 'ignore and maybe it'll go away,' but the favored people of the Reflection have lost sight of the truth of his word.

Strength comes from embracing the darknesses within us, and using them as tools, rather than denying or even vilifying them. The corruption of the soul comes when that balance falls to one side or the other, for Light blinds, more painfully, and just as much as Darkness. Corruption is not the agency of the Thirteenth, but the bane of it. What strength can there be in a corrupted soul? Onle one honest with themselves and who they truly are can be purified and made whole.

The lessons, skewed and perverted infect all manner of vocation, influential and overlooked alike. Perhaps the animostiy comes from resisting the call of the soul, and the ignorance in what that call means, what it requires. Even in my imperfection, I realize the danger that faces me, whenever I look into the mirror, and it is only through the understanding of the Dark Reflection that I do not fall to that blighted existence.

My prayer to thee, oh Thirteenth of the Completed Pantheon, is to have the understanding embrace all who wish salvation from themselves, and the corrpution they've allowed to blind their hearts and minds. The Compact can stand on no less than whole souls.

Written By Dawn

Nov. 27, 2016, 1:03 p.m.(3/24/1005 AR)

Good men and women die every day. Most of us never know their names, or mark the moment of their passing. But those names that I do know, I keep close. Every night as I lie in bed, waiting for a few hours of sleep to claim me, I think of them. It is a small memorial, only a drop in the ocean of those who have been lost. But it is what I can do in the quiet moments I have to myself. That, and hope that it was not my choices, or my actions, that led to their loss. And when it has been...

Well, I must live with that, I must carry them with me, and let it spur me to improve.

I will do better, I swear it before the gods.

Written By Leola

Nov. 27, 2016, 12:47 p.m.(3/24/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Juliet

She has supported me so much. The Rose of Tor, she has styled herself. She seems to live and breathe scandal, and thrive on it. She is so very dear. She, and the Princess like her, have much in common, when I went to pay my respects to the late Baron.

I don't think they can steal me from my Baron. I admit to not quite knowing the laws on this, but I think it might be illegal

Written By Leola

Nov. 27, 2016, 12:45 p.m.(3/24/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Max

Count Darkwater pressed me for my opinion on the thralls of Thrax. In public. When I demurred, he pressed further, until I left. I'd been talking to Lady Sudara about the beautiful, warm clothes Aurora had made for me, when the Count began to press us.

If you read this, Count Darkwater, I will not comment on the matter of your slaves. It is not my place. I will not trust anyone who so flagrantly ignores the right of hospitality to keep their promise of neutrality.

Written By Augustus

Nov. 27, 2016, 11:55 a.m.(3/24/1005 AR)

I have been so incredibly busy these last few weeks that I've hardly had time to write in this journal.
Don't start with me about 'honouring the gods' or any of that claptrap. I write when and what I wish when I wish it - if a god is so concerned with what I'm writing, he can do it for me, I'm a busy man.

Not only is the micromanagement of a region the second most tedious task known to our kind (the first being dealing with anyone that says the word 'synergy'), but I am also burdened with the unending requirement to actually deal with people face-to-face. I will never, ever envy those that choose to do this - not that I've never done this before, I was quite adept at it in my youth - but my patience for stupidity has long run itself dry. I do not deal with people, I deal with facts. People, rarely, are factual or rational.

Very annoyed, but when am I not?

Written By Dominique

Nov. 27, 2016, 11:47 a.m.(3/24/1005 AR)

I met with my cousin Sophie this past week. It was nice to see some welcoming faces. Alis is very cheery as well. It was nice to spend some time. Forget my troubles for a moment.

Written By Aldwin

Nov. 27, 2016, 11:21 a.m.(3/24/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Fortunato

A talented artist. A fear I've done a bad thing by introducing him to Orazio.

At least I have plenty of art to gift.

Written By Eos

Nov. 27, 2016, 11:06 a.m.(3/24/1005 AR)

I am reminded this morning, as I wake and reflect, of a drawing I saw once hanging on a merchant's stall in the markets of Southport on one of my visits to the great city.

There was a woman, a lovely woman, of many arms and looming height. Those arms each wielded daggers and vials and while one hand cut the next arm, that one blistered the next with acid. The woman's face was serene though, her smile beautiful, as she trudged through city roads, with small people crushed beneath her feet and drowning in the blood that poured black from her wounds.

It seemed hyperbolic at the time, when I only concerned myself with shav incursions and soldiers. Of late though, I worry that the commentary of that drawing that has stuck with me through the years is not so far from the mark.

Written By Ida

Nov. 27, 2016, 10:41 a.m.(3/24/1005 AR)

It seems as though it is a dangerous time to be an artisan in the city of Arx, as of late. I've also discovered a newfound aversion to tea.

Written By Alis

Nov. 27, 2016, 6:21 a.m.(3/23/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Max

Or, perhaps not.

Written By Aislin

Nov. 27, 2016, 3:22 a.m.(3/23/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Dawn

Lady Regent Dawn has risen quite high of late, and I can think of no one who more richly deserves the recognition. (Though I must admit I pity her for the attendant workload.)

While it's true that House Ashford owes loyalty to House Grayson, and so I had every reason to be deferential and loyal to her while she was the Voice of that House, all of our interactions taught me that she has one of the keener minds I've encountered in the city, and a loyalty to those she represents that inspires similar loyalty in return.

Still, I do regret somewhat the loss of more regular chats with her ever-increasing duties. I always enjoy the rare chances when we can have a debate over theories about some point of obscure history, or even just discuss my past adventures. On some level, despite the wild difference in our circumstances, I think she's a kindred spirit: in some other life where duty did not bind her, she might be out in the wilderness alongside all the other explorers.

Written By Aislin

Nov. 27, 2016, 3:09 a.m.(3/23/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Iovita

Lady Iovita Igniseri. Where to begin?

A sharp mind coupled with a terrifying amount of energy, perhaps. Or the mischievous streak she has.

Either way, I quite enjoyed chatting with her about a research project, and look forward to continued lessons with her. I could easily see her as a protege; I do hope her brothers won't take it too amiss if I haul her off into the wilderness as my apprentice. I'm sure she'd adore some of the more picturesque ruins I've seen.

More seriously, she makes me miss my own younger sister Olivia, who I see far too rarely of late. Even though Iovita and Olivia could not be more different in temperament. (In truth, Iovita's personality is likely far closer to my own when I was younger than to Olivia's at any stage of her life. Which both gives me quite a bit of amusement, and perhaps some level of sympathy for what I must have put both Harlan and my father through.)

Written By Valkieri

Nov. 27, 2016, 1:58 a.m.(3/23/1005 AR)

The Velenosas call for unity.

They call for honestly. While they lie and evade and make disappointed noises at their vassals. They claim -- insist -- on not having any answers, only to spill some small sliver of their knowledge when pressed.

They claim to be ignorant of the Archduchess's protection in her ride through the Lyceum, but when faced with a room of those who know the truth, they suddenly knew a reason for it.

I know the Velenosas do not have all the answers for the questions plaguing me, but they know much, much more than they claim.

Duke Hadrian claimed that the Velenosas were the only ones who had shared a secret directly after they had been caught in a lie. He is either an idiot, blindly loyal, or wildly cunning. My guess is a mixture of the first two.

*released black journal as stipulated by the will of the deceased*

Written By Natalia

Nov. 27, 2016, 1:26 a.m.(3/23/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Tristan

Good For You.

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