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Written By Giada

June 13, 2021, 9:22 p.m.(8/25/1015 AR)

Thank the gods for Humidity.

Written By Tarik

June 13, 2021, 8:38 p.m.(8/25/1015 AR)

It is still too hot! Way too hot! I really think next summer I am going to just spend the time in the Everwinter, or sitting in a pond all day.

Written By Michael

June 13, 2021, 8:10 p.m.(8/25/1015 AR)

Relationship Note on Gloriel

My cousin, Gloriel, has arrived in Arx! Wondrous news! I'm sure I'll remember why I demanded she come here sometime soon.

Written By Aedric

June 13, 2021, 7:34 p.m.(8/25/1015 AR)

The sound is the same both at home and sea.

Scratching. Nails on rotten wood. Loud enough to rouse one from slumber.

Sit and listen to the rats in the walls.

Written By Piccola

June 13, 2021, 7:24 p.m.(8/25/1015 AR)

Wise general, remember that the end of our victories is to avoid the infirmities of those against whom we prevail.

Written By Margot

June 13, 2021, 6:36 p.m.(8/25/1015 AR)

Relationship Note on Natasha

As I said, there were no boundaries that could not be over come.

You're welcome.

Written By Raven

June 13, 2021, 5:34 p.m.(8/25/1015 AR)

It's time to mend my ways and mend fences, I think. Bella taught me manners, I should remember to use them.

Written By Khanne

June 13, 2021, 4:30 p.m.(8/25/1015 AR)

Relationship Note on Lianne

It has NOT been 10 years. How could it be?'s been 10 years...

I feel old now.

Also, I forgot your birthday, which means, I also forgot mine. I am sorry I am so forgetful.

Happy belated birthday, Beautiful Dusk. Here's to your next decade.

Written By Isabeau

June 13, 2021, 3:27 p.m.(8/25/1015 AR)

A whirr of activity this time, scholars. Function after function. And once one is done, it's onto the next. But if one stops or stalls, one might lose momentum and that's when you slip and fall. The feast was great, though I wish more of the different fealties attended to experience the food from our great Oathlands. Perhaps next time. Now the important question remains, what to become for the masquerade?

Written By Cesare

June 13, 2021, 2:01 p.m.(8/25/1015 AR)

What a week it's been. Week? More than that, I think. I hardly know where to start. When I joked in my last White about having something more eventful to report, I didn't anticipate so much upheaval, although again, very little of it is fit to share here. I feel as if I've aged a year in about a month, although you wouldn't know it to look at me. Just that I've been in the sun - several kind people have asked me if I've perhaps been on a vacation, or enjoying the beach.

Our aid mission to Tremorus was as successful as I believe it could have been, given the circumstances. It was painful to see such a proud and vibrant people struggling in the ruins of a city which was so clearly a beautiful and treasured jewel. It was painful to watch conflict between Arvani aid workers and native Arakkoans, two groups of people ostensibly on the same side, but with mutual displeasure about the circumstance which had brought them together. I did my best to smooth over the tensions - it became a matter of necessity when a terrible storm arose and we were forced to evacuate our makeshift shelter for a cavern further upmountain. In any case I believe I've gotten a better handle on what the Arakkoans - and by extension, the residents of the Saffron Chain in general - expect as part of the Compact, and what value they bring to us as a whole people working together. I'm sure some will balk at that statement, at the idea that these new vassals have expectations at all, but if our choice is to tighten our fists rather than extending open hands, opportunity, safety, and strength will only slip through our fingers, leaving us open to the tender mercies of foes who are all-too-ready to see us brought low. Better to bend a little than to break entirely. (Of course a Whisper would say that, you're thinking.)

I fear the city looked worse when we left than it did when we arrived. The storm destroyed a number of structures which were on the verge of collapse already. But at least the people have food, supplies, and medical aid. I'll return again, if asked. Perhaps with a sun hat.

As if that weren't enough, I've also been attending my usual roster of events in Arx on either side of that jaunt to the south. Lady Medeia's poetry event was a pleasure. Such erudite company! And she always has the best refreshments. My internal rhyme of the day: Saik wine, so divine. If I could, I'd drink it all the time. And of course Lady Medeia herself is always the most gracious of hostesses, and nobody even drowned. I also had the pleasure of providing musical entertainment at Mockingbird Evaristo Arterius' dance aboard his ship this past evening, which was a rollicking good time and left my fingers quite tired. Never have I seen guests (or host) so eager to prove me wrong that Setarcans have the fastest of feet. We do, but I wasn't able to cement my claim as I was busy playing, so Evaristo took that title for the evening, though Marquessa Demura Lyonesse certainly put up a very solid effort. Impressive!

A final note: I've found myself patronless. I am in no great hurry to secure another, and won't be placing a classified ad for that particular reason, but anyone who is interested in a rather lackadaisical protege with entirely too much on his plate and little to offer other than charming company and social connections may send a missive. I promise precisely nothing in return.

Written By Romulius

June 13, 2021, 12:26 p.m.(8/25/1015 AR)

Our Compact has no shortage of talented shipwrights.

We have mastered the efficient construction and fielding of diverse, versatile fleets. We have proven our dominance at sea recently, and the evidence of our ability rests on the seafloor of the Bay of Pieros. The blessings of Jayus and Mangata are plenty on our ships, and our sailors manage the vessels expertly.

We are not perfect, however, and there are aspects of the craft in which other peoples in our world undeniably surpass our ability. We possess skilled hands and sharp minds, but the Compact falls behind in naval innovations, too often unwilling to break from the traditional methods to experiment with those of our neighbors or to boldly venture where others have not before.

We have fallen victim to this sort of complacency before, and we have always managed to correct it and strengthen our Compact. I have no doubt we will do the same in this arena, as well.

Written By Deva

June 13, 2021, 11:45 a.m.(8/25/1015 AR)

It's hard to stay when you know what some of the possibilities are, and the unknowns are just as -- if not more -- exciting.

Written By Cristoph

June 13, 2021, 11:02 a.m.(8/24/1015 AR)

If anyone was curious, a shovel is a rather poor replacement for a paddle.

Written By Viviana

June 13, 2021, 9:43 a.m.(8/24/1015 AR)

What do we consider moral?

Written By Claude

June 13, 2021, 9:41 a.m.(8/24/1015 AR)

I had a guest in my shop, a very kind young noblewoman. I offered her a drink while we discussed a certain matter. Little did I know she was a... no no, privacy must be maintained. Suffice it to say she was no stranger to fine liquors. What I served her was not fine, nor can I say with complete certainly that it was liquor. I do not drink whiskey at work or in the shop but maintain a small stock for guests. I gave my apprentice a pouch of silver and a list of things to stock the cabinet with. I am not entirely convinced he didn't swap the whiskey from the jug (the jug was indeed marked as whiskey) with some of the paint strippers from the back. To her credit, the noblewoman was incredibly gracious about the entire affair but I feel the damage was done.

In any event, swearing to never have a repeat performance I set out to stock the small pantry myself. I found myself in the shop of one Bonibel Barleycorn, an apothecary but more importantly a brewer. She introduced me to her latest creation, a summertime brandy called The Amber Smith's Reserve. Words penned here can never do it justice. It must be experienced to be believed.

Written By Giada

June 13, 2021, 8:52 a.m.(8/24/1015 AR)

If you hold a darkly dyed sheet of parchment against the sun, it would seem that the sun has no significance in that moment.

But consider this. A pinhole in the parchment is a source of light. Now, if the parchment is our perception of reality, our understanding of the Dream, what -is- the pinhole?


Every one of us is an aperture through which the Dream peeks. To honour this grace, there comes with it responsibilities, dues owed and paid with action.

Take stock. What is your place within the Dream? What does it cost you to be faithful? How much will you grow, stretch, mature?

Written By Margot

June 13, 2021, 2:42 a.m.(8/24/1015 AR)

While so many play against each other they fail to understand how they are connected.

Written By Cambria

June 12, 2021, 9:58 p.m.(8/23/1015 AR)

When those you hold in high regard disappoint you, it is not so much that they have failed you in some way, only that your expectations of them were unreasonable in the first place.

Written By Kiera

June 12, 2021, 9:48 p.m.(8/23/1015 AR)

And how does one top off a week like that. With another entertaining dinner at Sanna manor. One never knows quite to expect, aside from the fact that there will always be hospitality and good food. This time the surprise was a disply of showmanship by the Carmine kirves, the Marquis' personal guard in close quarters combat an impressive display to say the least and a reminder that one does better to make a friend of the sannas than an enemy. i have no worries there. In fact, my worry is the opposite. I am fond of the marquis and have taken to teasing him as if he were family. I fear that others may find me too familiar or get the impression I have a glib tongue but i simply feel joy from our friendship

Written By Rosalind

June 12, 2021, 9:34 p.m.(8/23/1015 AR)

I feel another trip on the horizon! Deep in my bones! I'm getting restless again, no good ever happens. Ever.

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