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Written By Orland

Feb. 23, 2021, 1:19 a.m.(12/28/1014 AR)

Relationship Note on Savio

Thoughts of a proud ...... leman, .. inamorato, fancy man...

You are the People's Choice, a Champion of their Hearts. Be proud, the crown you won, while it shines with all that glass, can never be as brilliant or as beautiful as you are. If anyone doesn't know your name by now, they are missing out. Congratulations my sky, my night.

As I reflect on how fortunate I am to have come across your wildness, your drift, your glitter and glow, and smile when we are like two kids running free in our revelry, I know too, the tragedy of it all.

Neither of us are afraid of the dark. Metaphorically, you are the velvet of the night sky and I am like a star, sharing the same space, and enjoying the time that we have together, each knowing that the dawn must come, but each wrapped in each others embrace until it does. You provide a backdrop for me to shine, yet you fail to see what I do. I am not the only star. You lift them all up, small specks of light, flickering, unsure of where they fit, and you easily show them, sweeping them up with your songs and giving each one their own twinkling glimmer. You are my sky, my night. But you are also the People's.

The night, will be the new day.

Written By Viviana

Feb. 23, 2021, 1:04 a.m.(12/28/1014 AR)

Asked for poetry. Three lines. You can do so much in just three lines.

Written By Orland

Feb. 23, 2021, 12:42 a.m.(12/28/1014 AR)

Thoughts of a ... nearly drowned student, tossed once more off a ship...

I recognize that it is terribly ironic that I do not know how to swim, considering that Bravura is a coastal city and that I've lived by a river for most of my life...

It hurts terribly to breath in water and I've never liked that feeling...

The kindness is that people keep throwing me off their ships, thinking that I'd learn. It doesn't work that way. How I managed not to die, this time, was because I found the bottom and learned to walk on it.

But Savio taught me to float, last we were at Tremorus burning things righteously.

I know how to sink or float.

Written By Sydney

Feb. 22, 2021, 11:51 p.m.(12/28/1014 AR)

The People's Tournament concluded, and I have to say that I am quite grateful for it - it kept me from paying much heed to the parade of ill news from the street criers and the journals of others, which I've taken less a habit of reading but took pause to do so, today.

When I see grief for those who I did not know well, I end up in a truly conflicted frame of mind.

Sorrow, for not having known them better, if at all.
Guilt, for not having known them better, if at all.
Relief, for not having known them better, if at all.

The mind is a selfish thing, scholars. That we should feel relief in situations like this is a cruelty, but it is an honest cruelty. We feel less grief for those we don't know - and it's in understanding this that we can bring ourselves closer to seeing the value all who live in this Dream. For most every death, there are those who grieve as keenly. We do not experience them equally, but they exist equally.

Written By Thea

Feb. 22, 2021, 10:12 p.m.(12/28/1014 AR)

Sometimes there are no words to make anything alright, to make a person feel better. You can only be there. As a source of comfort. What happens next? Well---we wait and see. But revenge is sweet. And that sometimes moves that healing process right along.

Written By Sedna

Feb. 22, 2021, 9:42 p.m.(12/28/1014 AR)

Relationship Note on Sunniva

I did not know her, but we shared a patron. For that, I held a regard and distant fondness for her. I still do.

Written By Sedna

Feb. 22, 2021, 9:25 p.m.(12/28/1014 AR)

My heart goes out to those in mourning. It feels as though loss nips at our heels, now. My mind keeps returning to the moment just before Ember, Zoya, and I were forced to leap off those cliffs. Everything seemed to slow and for a breath, I thought for sure we would meet our end in the crashing waves. I wonder if that's the sensation my own husband felt in his final moments.

I can't bring myself to return to the monotony of everyday life just yet. I don't know if there ever really is a true return after things like that.

I have this great big sea bird to courier news back and forth from the Shores. He's so beautiful out over the water. Every time he makes landfall here, he just looks like a terrible floppy mess with his flat feet and enormous wings too big for him to walk, just teetering around.

I don't know whose comfort I write home for more, his or mine.

Written By Piccola

Feb. 22, 2021, 8:04 p.m.(12/27/1014 AR)

Today, a friend of mine told me that the path of vengeance is not justice, but anger and emotion made raw and bleeding. I disagree.

Revenge is a pleasure reserved for the patient and measured; to forget humiliation and outrage is debasement and cowardice. Delivering the just deserts to those who have done wrong brings a cold satisfaction not unlike standing naked upon a lover's balcony or basking in her warmth and taste. And while such reward may not come with the immediacy of a fire after lightning, it assuredly follows as the winter does autumn. The rationale underpinning forgiveness is right and just, but it equally serves no purpose to either forgive or forget.

I tell you, wise general: the memories of my past hone me now.

In some ways, I am glad our enemies are so honest and pleasant with us. For their several surprises and pains, we may thank them in kind in the purity of our purpose, presence, and punishment. When we matched wits upon the fields of war, we will continue to play until we are at the borders of their realms; then, we shall proceed, in full remembrance of those loved and lost, until their fortresses crumble and their bodies burn upon pyres. If they wish a war, so be it: they have in the Compact a match which shall bring them to beg for merciful surrender.

We will chasten their godlessness with our blades.

Let them know: we are young and may have never valued our land. Perhaps, to them, we have lived and given ourselves to barbarous license; this is common among people who are merry and blessed. But to the Apostate and the False King, our King shall show our greatness when we march across our borders into the Dune Kingdoms, and rise there with so full a glory that thralls' eyes shall be dazzled to the truth, and strike blind those who defy the Gods' will.

They have turned uncertainty to courage and fear to anger.

Written By Delilah

Feb. 22, 2021, 7:32 p.m.(12/27/1014 AR)

I have no words.

For what words contain the horror done?

What wretched impulse guides a wicked blade?

What cruelty informs a stunning fiat against order and kindness?

We could weep. Indeed, may we rage, seized by wrath.

The hour is not done. The tears, though falling, do not signal a hope dead, a dream spent.

It will not bring back my dearest friend. It will not send her winging on prayers and hopes and smiles into Death's sweet embrace any faster.

But I vow not revenge, but to live /well/.

Written By Lianne

Feb. 22, 2021, 5:24 p.m.(12/27/1014 AR)

Relationship Note on Sina

The last time Archscholar Sina and I spoke at length, I left her company wondering how different my life might've been if she'd held that position when I was nearing the end of my pursuit for Discipleship. Attentive and warm, hers was an easy lead to follow.

We had so much more left to discuss, so much left to do. Some of the threads were mere curiosity that need no immediate tending, but one, at least, demands further action. I hope I'm able to find something worthwhile to do with it.

Written By Taliene

Feb. 22, 2021, 4:23 p.m.(12/27/1014 AR)

The Princess Liara is beyond generous with her friendly welcome -- and generous with sharing her wisdom, too, which I will take to heart. And pastries! Arx is rather overwhelming to a newcomer, but fortified with jam consolations, who can go wrong?

Written By Savio

Feb. 22, 2021, 1:49 p.m.(12/27/1014 AR)

From the Compact, to her Enemies

You sought to make a slave of me
You tried to dim my light
You thought you'd force me to my knees
As if that were your right

Proud of everything you stained
You don't know what you have done
You'll know the taste of your own pain
And this has only just begun

I will drive you cold before me
And I will see you shattered
Your blood will be a guarantee
That you are no one's master

Listen, those who thought I'd fall
And hear what I have spoken:
Though bloodied, I am standing tall
And I cannot be broken.


What an aching week it is.

Written By Adalyn

Feb. 22, 2021, 12:25 p.m.(12/27/1014 AR)

Relationship Note on Sunniva

True to her name, Sunni radiated warmth and light wherever she went, always with a kind word or a helping hand. She was gracious and giving, considerate of others' wants and needs, not because she felt such behavior was expected of her, but simply because that's who she was to the core. We were united by home and a shared upbringing, fast friends from the beginning. Her reason and calm formed the perfect counterbalance to my tendency to act on impulse. Looking back at our childhood, I realize now how sweetly she managed to soothe the chaos often left in my wake.

Sister to my soul, she said, and I feel the same.

Bravery is not simply rushing headlong into battle with a blade in your hand and a battle cry upon your lips. Sometimes, it is a subtler thing: a prayer, a hope, a determined stand. Marquessa Sunniva Harthall was truly brave.

She will be sorely missed.

Written By Evaristo

Feb. 22, 2021, 12:01 p.m.(12/27/1014 AR)

I was always particularly bad at grieving. I'm not good at comforting those that are filled with sorrow, either - part of why I decided to leave the Harlequins (though not the major part.)

A part of me is screaming at me to just get on my ship and disappear for a few months. It's how I USED to handle it.

But I won't. I will not selfishly run away this time. I will honor the sacrifice made by one of the strongest, kindest, bravest people I have ever met, and do right by the survivors.

Written By Jael

Feb. 22, 2021, 11:16 a.m.(12/27/1014 AR)

Relationship Note on Mabelle

You did everything within your power. No one can reasonably ask for more than that.

Written By Scylla

Feb. 22, 2021, 11:02 a.m.(12/27/1014 AR)

Relationship Note on Yuri

You are a shining star blazing bright amid shadow. You bring effortless smiles to my face each time I'm in your presence, and that is a rare and treasured gift, indeed. If I thought it possible, I might have thought you were my brother, Caius, back from the dead. You're just so like him, or what I can remember of him.

I am proud of you; the La Rosa's grand opening was successful not just because of the hard work you put into taking a concept and making it a reality, though that deserves a great deal of recognition on its own. I believe the true source of your success comes from a deeper place: from the genuine attentiveness you show to friends and strangers alike, from that innate desire you possess to ensure everyone you meet can't help but feel special.

If it is within my power to support your growth and advancement, I will see it done.

Written By Zakhar

Feb. 22, 2021, 9:48 a.m.(12/27/1014 AR)

The balance of life in this mortal claim is not one that many take as seriously as they should. We strive to see ourselves further as well as to take revenge and rejoice in the slaughter of those that would take ours.
Coin is also appreciated if you're seeking help to make claim to more thumbs that you currently have.

Written By Katarina

Feb. 22, 2021, 7:08 a.m.(12/26/1014 AR)

Relationship Note on Sina

I mourn for the losses of Houses Laurent and Harthall.

I mourn for the loss of one of my closest friends.

I failed. You didn't.

Written By Mabelle

Feb. 22, 2021, 5:11 a.m.(12/26/1014 AR)

Relationship Note on Cristoph

Of all variety of feelings, guilt is one I wished never to experience.

When you are one and the damage is grand and you cannot aide everyone.
When you reach them but it's too late.
When you reach them on time and there is nothing you can do for them.
When you managed to save yourself but not others.
At least I did not lose you too.

I cannot even drown my sorrow in cake. Perhaps if I am lucky, I will drown it in the blood of our enemies once my cousins are done with them.

Written By Brigida

Feb. 22, 2021, 4:29 a.m.(12/26/1014 AR)

Relationship Note on Sina

I wish it were not true with every fibre of my being.

I will miss you friend. So much.

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