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Written By Serafine

Nov. 2, 2016, 12:24 a.m.(1/3/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Hammar

The man is a BEAST. I haven't had such a good fight in years.

My shoulder may never be the same shape again. I'm so happy!

Written By Serafine

Nov. 2, 2016, 12:23 a.m.(1/3/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Iovita

I may have met the city's prettiest little forager in existence. She's as sweet as those apple things they sell in the market, and twice as warm. I may have to keep her.

Written By Acacia

Nov. 1, 2016, 11:45 p.m.(1/3/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Malavaunt

There were always a lot of people asking about Malavaunt - the tanner who had his shop in the Boroughs for who knows how long. He certainly scared people, or at least creeped them out, from time to time. People don't take comments like 'she has pretty skin' quite as well as 'she has pretty hair' or 'she has a pretty dress'. Even his name made a few people question things. Though, things that stand out from the stillness of the graves do often call things into question, don't they?

You couldn't speak poorly of his work though. His exotic leathers, and wherever he managed to procure them-- well, they were always top class. He made his little silent hole there in the Graveyard, among all the others, and somehow it just fit. Oh, they were certainly pricey. But everything has a price, no?

If you ever had a conversation with the man, you'd note that he'd always be trying to clear up some miscommunication of some sort or another. Makes you wonder which one he failed to clear up this time, eh?

Written By Margot

Nov. 1, 2016, 10:22 p.m.(1/3/1005 AR)

I awoke to a bang, to a distant rumble. For the first time in years I freshly remembered the sacking of Tyde Hall, the sudden well of panic followed the realization that the walls could not protect us from all threats.

For the first time in years I felt my chest clench, my breath lost.

Was I relieved to find out it was only a fire in the lower districts? Of course. But I cannot help but feel it is a portent of what is to come.

Danger is closer to home than any of us care to admit and none of us are safe here.

Written By Yasmine

Nov. 1, 2016, 7:47 p.m.(1/3/1005 AR)

I miss him...

I am not even inspired to create new dances.

I just miss him...

His touch...

Written By Signe

Nov. 1, 2016, 7:41 p.m.(1/3/1005 AR)

That's just amazing!

Nadia was a very good cousin. She invited a Shamaness from the North to the Arx. The one who knew my mother. Though, I am not just excited about the possibility to hear more stories of my mom!

I will proceed my training to become Shamaness too, and Nadia said that if I will be good... like very good... I will be able to become High Shamaness of Nightgold.

The best news in a long time!

Written By Orazio

Nov. 1, 2016, 7:21 p.m.(1/3/1005 AR)

To the Faithful Reader:

Anyone reading this, by the time anyone gets around to doing so (if, indeed, anyone does), will know of the explosion in Arx, and the death of Malavaunt, the leatherworker, by the means of an unusual fire. That is only tangentially what I wish to put into words. Or rather, to praise. I praise all who went through the rubble during the night, looking for casualties and survivors. While the gods blessed us with no other casualties, it was hard, hopeful work. But more, I wish to praise the Mercies of Lagoma, ever one of the brightest lights in the Faith. I praise their willingness to dare the aftermath of a disaster, with no other thought than the preservation of others. I praise their strength, to fight for the right to do so. And, as ever, I praise their healing skills - thankfully unneeded in this venture, but remarkable all the same. Princess Sophie Valardin is only one name among many, perhaps, but it is good to see a Princess put herself at risk for the pursuit of compassion.

Written By Eleyna

Nov. 1, 2016, 7:12 p.m.(1/3/1005 AR)

I don't care what people say about me behind my back. There are those that desperately want me to care, but I don't. Those that whisper are small-minded fools that don't possess two wits to rub together to make a fire. I'm not interested in the opinions of stupid people.

Written By Eleyna

Nov. 1, 2016, 7:09 p.m.(1/3/1005 AR)

There was a dance hosted by Princesses Sophie and Isabeau of House Valardin. I danced with Archlector Orazio and had a nice conversation. Overall, it was a pleasant evening.

...

No, there isn't anything I would like to add. If you want descriptions of the flowers and dresses and people, you need to speak to someone else. Are we finished here?

Written By Natalia

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

My head hurts but not as much as much as my trust. It was bound to happen, I had just wished to hold it off a little longer. There was bound to be a moment that someone got under my defenses and ended up hurting me.

This one came with a flaming warning sign and I dismissed it. Or perhaps I thought tact would have been engaged. That was too much to ask for, one supposes.

The other one was not dear to my heart, but was starting to get there. Surprisingly . However, I forgot for a moment that this city is a politics and politics are what matters; not the feelings of a princess.

I have found that I can handle being angry or a break in etiquette that finds me insulted far better. This feeling now, I dislike. So dearest reader (I suppose this means Augustus), let it be a reminder. Just because a person speaks on their honesty, does not mean they are good people.

Also, I have a hazy recollection of last night, but there was spinning and messengers.

Written By Ida

Nov. 1, 2016, 2:43 p.m.(1/2/1005 AR)

I had talked about wanting a cat, as well as the whys, with Lord Victus while he was in the shop recently. He noted he had received his from Lady Kima and ended up crossing paths with her not long after he and I spoke. He mentioned it to her and thanks to her immense kindness and generosity, I've a small gray fluffy kitten with white toes and a pink nose named Dopey to guard the shop. Well, when he's a bit older.

Or so were my musing and warm thoughts as the kitten dozed while I sketched. Then there was the rumble of what I would learn was the explosion in the boroughs shop. Can't say I'd feel comfortable leaving Dopey behind now.

Written By Calypso

Nov. 1, 2016, 11:08 a.m.(1/2/1005 AR)

What a very strange turn of an evening. A blast with no flames. A dead man with no family. A Prince with a faded smile. And some how... the ire of a Princess directed at me. While I understand very little about what happened in the graveyard, what happened in the Hundred Cities was quite clear.

I think I'll stick to war and leave the politics and hearts to individuals better suited for such things. I don't have the patience.

Written By Jarek

Nov. 1, 2016, 10:53 a.m.(1/2/1005 AR)

I can't help her.
I can't talk to her.
I can't stop her.

Written By Silas

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

Women are so confusing.

Written By Natalia

Nov. 1, 2016, 5:24 a.m.(1/1/1005 AR)

He sucks.

He just completely sucks. You do not do that thing one night with one girl and then plan to do it with another girl. Right in front of the first girl!

Men!

I should date my cat.

Written By Silas

Nov. 1, 2016, 4:24 a.m.(1/1/1005 AR)

When it's one word against another's, it is prudent to attempt to get both sides of a story regardless of social standing of either, if you are at all interested in gleaning the truth.

In a just world, where everyone seeks the truth, this makes sense and this is the way it should be.

But it is not a just world, is the natural retort, and that is true. I certainly don't need to add to the world's many woes, though.

Not going to sound too sanctimonious, though. Sometimes an ordeal is too trifling for me to even care. A certain cousin of mine needs to be more careful about his word choices, certainly, but ultimately words are usually just words unless you give them permission to be anything more.

Written By Joscelin

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

A few times now, I've run into markings that have to be a language, what with how deliberate they are. And I've seen it on -jewelry- and no where else.

I've had my head buried in books whenever I've had the spare time. I can't find a lot on it. I'll have to keep looking.

Written By Cara

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

Relationship Note on Aislin

I'm so glad that Aislin is staying in the city for a while. Her wisdom and her courage is a bastion of strength for me, and I take comfort in the growth of our friendship.

Written By Gibson

Nov. 1, 2016, 12:59 a.m.(1/1/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Malavaunt

Get well soon.

Written By Pietro

Nov. 1, 2016, 12:13 a.m.(12/28/1004 AR)

Relationship Note on Serafine

Fought with Serafine again tonight. If anything, she made quicker work of me than last time. She says I'm reckless. If I had a silver piece for every time someone has told me that ...

But she also offered to teach me a thing or two. I'd be a fool to refuse. A different kind of fool than I made of myself tonight, anyway! I never thought I was unbeatable, but I never thought I'd go down that fast, afterwards! Did I puff about, the last time I won a fight? I hope not. Good gods.

On the plus side, Master Kenemir has finished my glorious new armor, so the next time I fight, I'll at least be kitted out like somebody who knows what he's doing! I look forward to leaping back into the ring at the earliest opportunity!

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