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Written By Gianna

June 26, 2021, 7:34 p.m.(9/23/1015 AR)

The Autumn Challenge items in the Crafter's Hall are quite lovely. I encourage everyone to take a look.

Written By Malcolm

June 26, 2021, 7:18 p.m.(9/23/1015 AR)

( Transcribed by Oskar Grimkiln: )

I don't know, Os, we'll figure it out while we drink the bookshelf whiskey that's between the two books in the study and yes you'll be drinking with me because we don't drink the birthday whiskey alone just in case I end up wandering sick and hungover in the Thrax Ward like the first time. Yes, that's before you were brought in - no, we're not repeating that tonight. Is this the one you're sending to the Whites? Yes, that's fine to leave in. There's a lot to sit in. Big Thoughts. Not sure how much of it I really want to think about yet - so - you toast to the first round and we'll revisit this in an hour --

Written By Giada

June 26, 2021, 5:57 p.m.(9/23/1015 AR)

I'm assured by Brother Aelgar that this one won't sink, but the fact that we've floundered two ships makes the financier in me exceptionally tense.

Written By Thea

June 26, 2021, 4:03 p.m.(9/23/1015 AR)

The first family dinner at Wyvernheart was a huge success. It's nice to have a table full of people that not only support us but what we are trying to do. People everywhere have been more than generous everywhere in our efforts and I couldn't be more grateful. I feel like I've been using that word a lot lately. Grateful. But is there another word that is better?

Princess Denica had also finally reemerged from the nursery and surprised me with the most....well it's the mural of all murals. I could be bias, but it's absolutely stunning. Full of mastiffs and hawks, and you--well you touch the damn thing. It's all sensory and shit. I have no words. I may just sleep in there myself. She really is the best of friends. And Esme? She's already tossed in a rocking horse. This is where I toss in the word Grateful again....

Written By Rosalind

June 26, 2021, 3:46 p.m.(9/23/1015 AR)

There's a trip to Stormheart coming soon, scholar. I've never been so excited to show my home to people!

Written By Salvador

June 26, 2021, 2:37 p.m.(9/23/1015 AR)

Enough, for now, of swimming among my dreams. 'Idle hands', has it been said? I knew it would do me well to get out of bed this morning! Ah, this afternoon! Ah? The stars glimmer yet young; I confess then, my diary: this evening!

Written By Cesare

June 26, 2021, 11:43 a.m.(9/23/1015 AR)

Some weeks the weight feels heavier than others.

Written By Cesare

June 26, 2021, 11:42 a.m.(9/23/1015 AR)

Some weeks, the weight feels heavier than others.

Written By Viviana

June 26, 2021, 11:33 a.m.(9/23/1015 AR)

Passions like the weather.

Written By Isabeau

June 26, 2021, 11:25 a.m.(9/22/1015 AR)

Relationship Note on Cambria

The problem with "The One" is that it implies that it is "The Right One" or "The Perfect One". That sounds like a great deal of pressure on one, and perhaps one could confuse "The Worst One" or "The Wrong One" for it, simply because different emotions might be brought out to bear. As for me, it sounds like a lot of pressure and a lot of disappointment when expectations are not met. An equilibrium between what fulfills your obligation to rank and family and what brings you some measure of joy is what I think should be sought.

Written By Kiera

June 26, 2021, 11:10 a.m.(9/22/1015 AR)

We did it. We successfully hosted Wyvernheart's first dinner. i got to wear the lovely gown gifted me by Duchess Isabeau and everyone seemed to have a good time. Thank you to all our lovely guests Duchess Isabeau and Lady Tesha Telmar, Marquis Cirroch Sanna, Princess Denica Thrax, Countes Aella Ravenseye, and Whisper Amanita

Written By Sydney

June 26, 2021, 10:57 a.m.(9/22/1015 AR)

Relationship Note on Tanith

Wet leather isn't pleasant, though I suppose the rain-slicked variety is better than most alternatives.

Written By Valerian

June 26, 2021, 2:31 a.m.(9/22/1015 AR)

I find myself drawing further into my art, The sculpture for Sina Plaza has taken up much of my time lately. It is to be a two part affair, a fountain with a sculpture.

I just hope that attempts to get the favored flower go well.

Written By Rosalind

June 25, 2021, 11:22 p.m.(9/21/1015 AR)

I had a good visit with family today. And friends. How lucky we are to have people that we can lean on, to just visit. To talk to about anything. To have your people nearby. Count your blessings.

Written By Ripley

June 25, 2021, 11:17 p.m.(9/21/1015 AR)

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Toad has a girlfriend.

I should head back to Arx and get him gone before I have to bring puppies back with us.

She's a big ol dog, not much of a looker. But whatever it is that she's got, he wants. He's always leaving me alone in here and everyone tells me he's out at the butchers.

So I go look and yup. He's laying down beside her.

I think he loves her more than he loves me.

Maybe I should let him stay with his lady love.

Written By Ripley

June 25, 2021, 11:14 p.m.(9/21/1015 AR)

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I made it of amber after all. She was a candlemaker, her family kept bee's. I don't know why the Queen wanted a skull made for her. She was a thrall at one point. Maybe that's why? There was a merchant in the city who had a piece of amber just big enough and a jeweler offered to let me into his shop to work when he heard that I was a Thornburn.

I guess my sisters are famous.

Not really surprised.

That or Toad slobbered all over his kids enough. Probably my hands really. We have the same kinda hands.

It took me four days and he showed me how he would carve the piece. It's so brittle, I never really appreciated that. He gets a shine on it that surpassed anything that I could ever do. Turns out that they served in the same house once. The dead woman and him. She married another who had been a thrall. But he had a love for her that never burned out.

We laid honeycombs in it, rose gold ones because he said that was her favourite. There's a bee in the hollow of the cheek. Onyx and enamel. I realize it wasn't scratching on the inside of my skull, it was the beating of wings from a bee there.

I think the Duke Laurent would have loved to see this. Lady Mabelle too. I'll have to sketch it and bring it back for them. I let him give it to them. Let him be the bearer of the gift from the Queen.

I think I'll stick around for a few days. I like this place. I don't know why. I feel at peace here. Like the hands that hold my heart at lifting it just a little more.

Written By Tanith

June 25, 2021, 11:08 p.m.(9/21/1015 AR)

Of my thirteen brothers, 10 of them are capable of writing letters (the other three are my oldest, who knows better, and the two youngest who are very innocent; Emara would never do this to me by letter, she'd show up in person) and all ten of them wrote throughout the day various versions of 'Awww how sweet', 'Gross, get married already', 'We don't get it', 'It's terrifying reading how much you love each other', and 'we will never let our kids read your Whites'. All said in jest and love, delivered with home-cooked food, a blanket, seven bottles of liquor, and three pairs of socks.

The weird Grayhopes. Why me, Queen? Why?

Written By Anabelle

June 25, 2021, 10:59 p.m.(9/21/1015 AR)

Relationship Note on Elrych

Nevermore...

Written By Ripley

June 25, 2021, 10:51 p.m.(9/21/1015 AR)

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Breckendale.

She lead me to Breckendale.

It's here somewhere. I can taste it on my tongue, sweetness. Like Amber. I think it'll be made of Amber. If I can find some big enough. If not, then I'll do like that other skull. It's been almost two years? Maybe? Since I left like this. Just up and leaving in the middle of the day. But when my feet stopped in the middle of Breckendale there was calm.

Maybe I'll stay here.

Written By Ripley

June 25, 2021, 10:46 p.m.(9/21/1015 AR)

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I fell out of the tree. I think I hurt my shoulder. I didn't tie myself up into it good enough. Probably a good thing that I'm done doing what She wanted me to do. Two days away from the city. Away from Caprice. Soon I'll get to see her.

I was doing fine sleeping under the stars. Toad makes a good pillow. But then I remembered the rumors in Breckendale. People missing. My Mum'd have my hide if I didn't come back. So I went back to sleeping in tree's just to be safe. Toad is heavy. Too heavy for the tree. I didn't think it through enough and I fell and I think I wrenched my shoulder. I did something to my shoulder.

It's twice the size it should be. Sitting funny. Need to stop at the next town and see if something can be done. For now I think the smith's wife put a skin of something in the bottom of my bag and it'll make me not care. Sleeping on the ground. If someone takes me, they're gonna have to get through Toad first.

Two days away from Caprice.

Two days.

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