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Written By Joscelin

Nov. 3, 2016, 5:51 p.m.(1/9/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Victus

I'm never fucking setting foot in the Thraxian wards ever again. Ever. Again.

Ever.

Written By Eleyna

Nov. 3, 2016, 2:48 p.m.(1/8/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Jarek

We were close as children. I believe Jarek was my first friend. It's good to see that absolutely nothing has changed despite the very different paths our lives have taken.

Written By Victus

Nov. 3, 2016, 9:58 a.m.(1/8/1005 AR)

I look like shit?

Well. You don't exactly look so fucking pretty yourself, priest. And you don't got the excuse of having spent the night drinking yourself under the table. Though in my case I ended up waking up ontop of it, not under it.

You ever question your sanity? I do, sometimes. Last night I questioned it a little bit more than once. Ideas, foreign and frankly quite fucking offensive ideas, were starting to make an odd bit of sense. I don't fucking like it. A simple life, things making sense, choices being obvious, that's what I like.

Perhaps what I'm really questioning is not my own sanity, but the world's sanity.

Your sanity.

Who on earth thought priests should wear robes that make them look like women, for example, and why do you put up with it? What, you don't think they make you look like a woman? Well, there you go. Insanity.

Written By Natalia

Nov. 3, 2016, 7:33 a.m.(1/7/1005 AR)

It has been a rather long night as it stretches on to morning. I will be happy that it has not come with ill tidings.

I got to meet the Count of Darkwater. I cannot say the first impression was a good one, but I will give him another shot at it.

There were just so many wonderful messages that I felt I should see to business. All in all I would say it was a successful day.

Written By Augustus

Nov. 3, 2016, 5:31 a.m.(1/7/1005 AR)

I have been... encouraged to write into my White Journal more often. In an attempt to vent my frustrations in a productive manner, while also humanising me to the rest of the population.

I'm not sure I understand why I have to be 'humanised.' But, here we are anyway. To that end "Hello, Princess Nosy."

Well, now I feel like an idiot.

I think this little experiment will end swiftly.

Written By Natalia

Nov. 3, 2016, 4:10 a.m.(1/7/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Laric

He better realize he owes me. I know that everyone talks about how it's not that important to shop and wear clothing that is just right.

I spent ALL NIGHT shopping and designing and rushing people to create Laric's items. Dagon is surely mocking my insistence that shopping is hard. Sometimes it is like war getting the right shade and the right design.

Laric better like it. I better be his favorite cousin now.

Written By Damon

Nov. 3, 2016, 3:39 a.m.(1/7/1005 AR)

We met a Thraxian Count this evening, Lady General Calypso, Lord Dante, and myself. After a three way training spar between us. This bit of rhyme seemed appropriate.


Three members of Arx nobility enter the ring
Each gather round, and with their swords swing
The clash and clang of their steel sings
But only one will tonight ride on Victory’s wing.


For that victory goes to our own Lady of War
Despite our efforts, both I and the Sword of Tor
We knew the outcome of the fight before
Much before it even started.


Even our new friend, Count of Darkwater
Knew that these two men were headed for the slaughter


I am Lord Damon Wyrmguard
A swordsman and poet of some regard
My rhymes are perhaps a bit avant-garde


It’s a pleasure to meet you

Written By Damon

Nov. 3, 2016, 2:19 a.m.(1/7/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Natalia

I was told to put my impromptu poems into my journal.. so here we go. ---

I'm certain I could, your Highness.

But, I'm afraid I would need a bit more time to prepare
I would need to find the right way to dazzle this beautiful heir
Perhaps I'll go on about her wonderful golden hair
No no, that's far to easy, I would need something with a bit more debonair
Something to ensure an impending love affair
Something to convince her Highness I'm not full of hot air
I think I shall tease and ensnare
And then wink and bid fair.

Written By Serafine

Nov. 3, 2016, 1:07 a.m.(1/7/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Isolde

Little cousin all grown up. Talked my ear off about the joys of following the Thirteenth.

Not the same as I remember. She used to sit at my feet while I whet my blade and told her stories.

After her lecture, or was it a sermon? She embraced me and called me kin. I'm not certain what I think of her now. Changed, for sure.

Written By Marian

Nov. 3, 2016, 12:04 a.m.(1/6/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Jarek

Marian met Prince Jarek Velenosa as she was walking through the market one day. She was startled when he drew her into an argument with a merchant over which were better, cats or dogs. She found him to be amusing and joined him later for a drink, but it is hard for her to take him too seriously. She has learned though, not to dismiss anyone here, as people are often more than they seem.

Written By Laric

Nov. 3, 2016, 12:03 a.m.(1/6/1005 AR)

I suppose one of the burdens of being an Inquisitor is that you have a lot more days where you go to bed with more questions than when you woke up. Today is definitely one of those days. I suspect it's going to be one of those nights where I lay awake staring at the ceiling, trying to solve the worlds greatest mysteries in my own mind.

When I wasn't taking on all these new pieces of information I had a lovely afternoon at the Ambassador Salon with Prince Edain, Princess Natalia, and Lord Damon. Lord Damon is new in the city, one of Edain's vassals and trying to establish his family. Seemed a nice enough guy. Natalia got him to recite poetry, so there's that.

Spending time with Natalia tonight reminded me how much I missed family while I was out of the city. I make friends easy enough, but there's just something about family that can't be replaced.

After drinks I went home for a meeting with Lady Dawn. It was good to see her again, and I even managed to get her to enjoy herself I think. She is carrying a lot of weight on her shoulders right now, and I know she's too proud of her stoic political exterior to show it. I'm going to help her carry that burden however I can.

Written By Hammar

Nov. 2, 2016, 9:41 p.m.(1/6/1005 AR)

Hammar went to training center to find whacking partner. Hammar find a Lady, she small, but she want fight Hammar. So Hammar tell her he fight and we fought, Lady lose 'cause Hammar whack harder than all. Hammar think lady was Serafine, she pretty. Then Lord think he want fight Hammar, Hammar tired so Hammar not want long fight, so Hammar whack fast and Hammar whack HARD! Lord fall down go boom, but Lord made scratch on Hammar.

Written By Hammar

Nov. 2, 2016, 9:38 p.m.(1/6/1005 AR)

Hammar not know how, but people seem know Hammar. How people know Hammar when he not meet people? People know Hammar also be Lady Dawn champion, maybe Lady Dawn say Hammar champion. Hammar might have ask Lady, so Hammar know how people know who Hammar is.

Written By Yasmine

Nov. 2, 2016, 8:29 p.m.(1/6/1005 AR)

Soon, he will be close to me again!

I turned from one side to another in my bed tonight.
I couldn't sleep, you see.

I am so excited and afraid.

What if his eyes no longer look at me the same?

Written By Damon

Nov. 2, 2016, 3:12 p.m.(1/5/1005 AR)

I find myself unable to sleep. A rarity for me. It's a displeasing combination of the troubling and questionable circumstances of the explosion in the lower borough the other night. I need more information. It's my duty. I need to get in touch with Inquisitor Alistair, and I wonder if pointing the young Horatio in the direction of the investigation could provide some answers I need. How does one stick their nose into such a high profile investigation while keeping his intentions so close to the chest?

The other source of my insomnia, I'm afraid comes from a bout of shame. The look in her eyes, the disappointment.. I could almost feel the respect melt away. That look will be etched in my mind til the end of my days, I think. I'll make it right, I'll earn it back.

Written By Pietro

Nov. 2, 2016, 11:39 a.m.(1/5/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Serafine

Took Iovita round the training center last night. I was just planning on showing off my new kit, maybe handing her the smaller blade and letting her rough me up a little bit, but Serafine and Hammar were there and I forgot what I was doing.

She kept up with him for rounds, by the gods. If there is anything that woman can do it is take a hit. The way she moves, she is dynamism and everything alive. It's been months . . .

[Indecipherable scribble] [blacked out ink patches]

It's not been so long, a fleeting autumn, gone in a few heartbeats -- wasn't time slower when I was younger? I can't be getting old, I'm 26 -- but I feel like we've been circling each other forever, a few stolen moments here or there before something happens to make the timing just bloody ... inopportune. I can't say for sure whether I'm learning anything.

All right, the woman distracts me. Vincere accused me of it from the start. Fine, I admit it. You know me too well, brother. Too well.

But if I can't fight through a little distraction, I'm completely doomed. Just because her grin reminds me of her lips, her strike reminds me of her strength, her speed with those bloody knives reminds me of just how agile and wicked she is, and this line of thought ends now.

Took her to dinner last night anyway. Iovita was incredibly embarrassing because that is her role in life. Is there any creature in this world more annoying than a baby sister?

Vincere will read this and say that of course it is a baby brother. Shut up, Vincere.

Written By Pietro

Nov. 2, 2016, 11:30 a.m.(1/5/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Hammar

I really have been kicked by horses that didn't hit as hard.

One day, I'm going to be fast enough to challenge him again.

It is going to be glorious.

Written By Jarek

Nov. 2, 2016, 10:19 a.m.(1/5/1005 AR)

When she smiles it consumes me.
Teeth sharp as knives stretching like the horizon.
Endless like the stars in the sky.
Let me look away.

Written By Yasmine

Nov. 2, 2016, 3:11 a.m.(1/4/1005 AR)

I am alive. Thank you for asking.

I believe that this explosion was just a herald.
A herald of much worse upcoming events.

I wish I could leave.

They promise to keep us safe. But they will be the main reason of more deaths. Just my assumption, because nobody ever actually cared about us - the poors.

Written By Iovita

Nov. 2, 2016, 12:58 a.m.(1/4/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Serafine

*_*

oh no she's so pretty and she got her butt kicked so good and i don't know what to do.

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