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Written By Eirene

Nov. 15, 2016, 11:17 a.m.(2/16/1005 AR)

Elves. Fucking elves. I... well. I'm at a loss. This is the White registry, yes, so I won't go into much more explosive description of what I'm thinking right now but...

So when I was a child, younger one that I am, we used to play Alarice versus Elves. I rarely got to claim Queen Alarice though. But we would take all the furniture we could get our hands on and wall off half a room - that was our version of Arx. One of the girls would be Queen Alarice and one of the boys would be King Ako. Or whatever his name was, the leader of these elves. We'd divide into two teams and try to 'take out' the others. Sneak through gaps in the chairs and tables, throw pillows and food from over the walls like artillery. Team who had the most people standing when someone came to tell us to knock it the fuck off won.

I remember, one time I actually got to be the Queen, I ordered a volley of walnuts be lobbed at our foes. I got in trouble for that one due to a black eye or two. But I won, dammit.

This time it's not a game. It's not a silly threat - eat your dinner or the elves will drag you away. This time our lives are all on the line and we know jack all about the real history of what happened.

And what was in that treaty about -peace marriages?-

Written By Samantha

Nov. 15, 2016, 10:29 a.m.(2/16/1005 AR)

Dawn's investiture as Regent was almost a non-issue, and I'm glad for it. I hope I was able to do my small part in making it happen. Even if the evening before did not go off quite as I had hoped. But that's trivial.

We may be at war. The Gray Forest has been visited with atrocities the likes of which from the sound of it would make what I experienced in my childhood a day in the sun. Old Oak is a place of peace and trade, and we have very little in the way of a military. I am dispatching messages back home to bolster our defenses, but I am not prepared to order conscription just yet. The nobility throw away common lives far too easily and commoners are always the first to day in defense of the nation. For any man to do this with a willing heart, we must be a nation worth dying for.

I have received an offer of marriage. It would solve a great many problems, and open the door to a plethora of new ones.

Written By Eos

Nov. 15, 2016, 10:18 a.m.(2/16/1005 AR)

The Assembly of the Peers has concluded, and there will be many pages in the Archives to say 'I was there.' in both the White and the Black, I am certain, to document what occured both at center stage and in the benches. I had hoped for a surprise that did not come. I suppose if I should put words at all regarding my thoughts on it down to history it will be only this: No matter how old I get, what is upon my shoulders, or where I might go, when my uncle adopts That Voice, some piece of me is taken back to my youth when all the world could be made right for the heroes held in my then niave eyes saying all was well. Few can comfort me so well with the same words he might admonish me with. Nostalgia is a tricksy bitch.

There are more meetings to be had here after the Assembly of the Peers. There were others before. A young woman of my homeland, of a family that has long served the Saikland Greens, has arrived to answer a request sent to her father. Leola Allenatore. I am sure she will stand the equal to him in time and is at least equal to the tasks I have set before her. As her father trained Mabosa, my long and steady company for some years now, she will train the new warhorses. Further than that, I have introduced her to what I have so far only called The Challenge; the walking, breathing, snarling embodiment of the Saik sigil. I don't think that she was fearless to sit next to the lion's cage, but she did not show it, and seemed to win some favor with the beast. I look forward to seeing what she is able to do with it.

Beyond that, I will only say that I miss for my family this week, for the Baron and Baroness that Kima and I call Father and Mother. For those few that survived the plague that I might call cousins and aunts and uncles. I can only hope that they are well. They are heavy on my mind.

Written By Abbas

Nov. 15, 2016, 9:39 a.m.(2/16/1005 AR)



Last night they held the Assembly. I did not speak like I wanted to do so. I had never been to such a thing before and I have been Reaving since I was 12. I haven't been breaking bread and negotiating deals. Nor is that what I am suited for.

I feel for those who are being butchered. Death is certain but being ripped apart limb from limb and mutilated for dark magic is beyond comprehension. I have done things that others will measure in terms of barbarity and cruelty. But it is nothing compared to what the Bringer did.

People are being slaughtered and all we do is leave notes in the woods. Hoping for peace is splendid but one should also be prepared for war. And right now our only defense is pleading to things that treat us like pawns.

That's no defense at all.

Written By Anze

Nov. 15, 2016, 8:56 a.m.(2/16/1005 AR)

F'an elves. Assembly's an compacts and f'an barbarians walkin tha forests nailing tongues tah walls.

Wars comin, tha's for f'an sure, jus I dunno with what. Think there is going tah be a lot of time spent at the trainin grounds, and if tha crowd there last night was any indication I ain' tha only one gettin ready.

Enjoy f'an your princess while yah can little cousin, bloods gonna poor eventually.

Written By Esera

Nov. 15, 2016, 8:52 a.m.(2/16/1005 AR)

Of course, Talen's snake would probably just eat the cat. Dammit. Now I need a lion.

Written By Esera

Nov. 15, 2016, 8:45 a.m.(2/16/1005 AR)

My little sister's getting married before me ... I'm an old maid. I have no choice now but to marry duty and start day drinking. I should probably get a cat.

Written By Fortunato

Nov. 15, 2016, 8:20 a.m.(2/16/1005 AR)

A sketch. Series of sketches. At the upper left corner, a pair of stalking, shadowy, wolfy-youthling pups, all lax-hanging lower jaws with visible teeth and lolling tongues. They are otherwise in the harmless attitude of a romp, batting each other around with long paws, but, still, there is a large "NO" written next to them in an emphatic hand.

In the center of the page, a couple of silky, pop-eared pups, tiny and delicate and impeccably groomed, run short-legged through a fire-blasted landscape of skeleton trees, kicking up wee puffs of ash with their wee feet. A large "NO" is written next to them in an emphatic hand.

The third sketch, in the lower right corner, is the least defined. The two pups seem to be in the attitude of mid-roll, one is on its back, stubby legs pawing at the air. Their fur is so aggressively fluffy that the contours of their bodies are nearly lost. They appear to be situated in a field of loose-sketched blades of grass, their eyes are closed, they have dopey, happy, sleepy expressions. A large "YES" is written next to them in an emphatic hand.

Written By Victus

Nov. 15, 2016, 6:18 a.m.(2/15/1005 AR)

I was at the Assembly. Dawn Baseborn is now Regent of the Compact, though you probably knew that already. The word's spreading across the fucking whole of Arvum. Can't say that I'm surprised they picked her, either. The vast fucking majority of the time someone was talking to me about it, it was to either regale me with how great she was, or to worry that someone else would try to steal it from her for their own nefarious purposes.

If I am surprised its that there weren't any alternatives offered. My bad. I thought at least some ambitious fucker was gonna try something.

Anyhow, if you're riding into a storm, best have a Captain. And once you have a Captain, the crew best be behind that Captain. Even if the Captain is a young woman and a bastard at that. There's no point in looking back when you've made that choice. You ride it out with what you got, and hope to the fucking Gods everybody pulls their weight.

So here's to Dawn, Regent of the Compact. May you not suck at your new job.

Written By Max

Nov. 15, 2016, 1:09 a.m.(2/15/1005 AR)

When I was 14, I was on a cruise in the northern waters, under Victus' command. We were up past Tyde Hall. Up past tyde hall, the land is winter at all times.

You must understand, that as a Darkwater man, sea ice is simply unheard of. The idea that there were entire islands made of nothing but ice was entirely alien. As alien and unbelievable as stories of Krakens or Elves or weak Thraxian men.


I was on watch in the middle of the night, high in the crows next, bundled in blankets and furs. I had a mug of hot rum, but I was freezing my Darkwater ass off. And then - on the horizon - I saw a cloud. Only it wasn't a cloud. It was an island. As we got closer, I called out land ho.

I climbed down from the crows nest and I woke the crew - and Victus came up next to me and started laughing. I could not figure out the issue until they explained it wasn't land, but the largest fucking ice cube I had ever seen.

They used some wood on board to fashion a sign that read 'MAXLAND, VASSAL OF DARKWATER ' and hammered it into the ice.

SO now, floating around the north sea, somewhere, is a sovereign outpost of Darkater. Population: Two penguins.

Written By Darren

Nov. 15, 2016, 12:06 a.m.(2/14/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Isolde

They say timing is everything. And my timing, as it was? Was perfect. There are no regrets.

And if my lady wants the stars? Well, then I'll just have to find a way to reach to the sky and pluck one out for her. It wouldn't be the most difficult thing I've ever accomplished.

Written By Isolde

Nov. 14, 2016, 11:48 p.m.(2/14/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Darren

Well, that just happened.

The commonfolk will be telling tales for weeks, I think, of how the wicked Mirrormask seduced a High Prince. Or maybe they won't notice at all. Either way, someone needs to teach that man better timing. I suppose that's my obligation now.

The darling man. I'd give him the world, even if I don't get the stars. But don't tell him that. Darren, don't read this part.

Written By Hammar

Nov. 14, 2016, 9:57 p.m.(2/14/1005 AR)

When Hammar fight Talen in training center, after fight Hammar get messenger from Lady Dawn. Hammar not believe Lady Dawn buy Hammar ruby cund armor. Hammar so excite. Hammar want be bestest champion ever for Lady.

Written By Hammar

Nov. 14, 2016, 9:55 p.m.(2/14/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Talen

Hammar think Talen maybe goodest fighter Hammar fight. Hammar never beat Talen, Hammar think maybe not win because Hammar not able beat Talen quick, Hammar get tired. Hammar maybe need try get better shape. Maybe Hammar win then.

Written By Isolde

Nov. 14, 2016, 7:58 p.m.(2/14/1005 AR)

Blessed Reflection, Darkenss to the Light,
Let my Pride be forged into action, a unifiying force.
Let my Lust for Vengeance be an inspiration, that strengthens the Compact.
Let my Fury be made manifest, a weapon against the enemies that seek to divide us.
Let my Greed reflect the bounty of your favor, that all may come to you, and embrace their own Reflection.
In all things, I glorify you, and I dance eternal to your song.

Written By Silas

Nov. 14, 2016, 6:51 p.m.(2/14/1005 AR)

It is my cousin's birthday.

I have gifted him a bookcase, a book, and hopefully a set of good clothing is in the works.

Though I have discovered he is dressed by someone other than his mother these days...

Written By Juliet

Nov. 14, 2016, 5:07 p.m.(2/14/1005 AR)

The problem with having a heart that loves as soon as it sees what is special about a person is...

As often as not, you will not be loved back.

Perhaps their heart belongs to another. Not all love as freely as you.

Perhaps they are scared by the intensity with which you feel. Or think you frivolous for giving away your heart so easily.

Perhaps they simply don't like you.

Perhaps they just want a friend.

And part of loving a person is respecting that. Is taking joy in their victories and triumphs in life.

Compersion, the feeling of knowing someone you loved, are loved by someone other than you. It is the greatest joy. It is the opposite of jealousy. It is the confirmation of everything good you see in someone.

But sometimes, not having their love, as you want it

It hurts nonetheless.

Written By Tulasam

Nov. 14, 2016, 4:17 p.m.(2/14/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Damon

Lord Wyrmguard seems like a fine fellow and he helped me get settled in. What an amazing friend to have for a bard down on his luck.

Written By Cara

Nov. 14, 2016, 2:04 p.m.(2/13/1005 AR)

I am a student of history.

It feels a bit as though I've not had a conversation that didn't concern someone dead for hundreds of years in nigh ages. All of this investigating the distant past is giving me a terrible crick in the shoulder, not to mention a persistent headache from squinting. It was easier, when it was summer and there was no shortage of light.

I can say that I have learned this, though -- throughout our known history, no good has come from breaking a vow, or breaking a contract, or failing to fulfill the obligations of a marriage arrangement.

Would that we would all know better by now.

Written By Calista

Nov. 14, 2016, 10:37 a.m.(2/13/1005 AR)

My return to Arx was welcomed by frigid temperatures. Tor was so nice and warm. I should have stayed until the frost of Arx thawed but I literally found myself bored to tears. Tor might be home but it did not feel like home without Leo. I had no one to rightfully torture.

It was a short but productive trip. I am quite pleased with what I was able to accomplish only to return just in time to seek a seamstress for new warm clothes.

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