Written By Gwenna
July 26, 2021, 11:24 a.m.(11/26/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Cirroch
I both adored and greatly admired Marquis Cirroch. He was one of the best of us all, of the Northlands, and my heart aches at his loss. He was so very welcoming when I first came to the city, and I enjoyed many wonderful dinners with he and his truly amazing family. I learned a lot watching him in those early days of living here. An approachable leader with the love of his people, he was as much their friend and comrade as their Marquis. His events are the things of legends; affairs meant to get people to gather and enjoy something different and yet meaningful, as no few pushed people a bit out of their comfort zone. Mountains never yield. How very honored, blessed, and fortunate I am to have called him friend.
Written By Zakhar
July 26, 2021, 10:47 a.m.(11/26/1015 AR)
I can't easily move from the lowers to the uppers without the ***** guard questioning me because of some ****** in the Crownward?!
What is this lunacy!
Hi. Tis me. Zakhar. I give you headaches. Now let me by!
What is this lunacy!
Hi. Tis me. Zakhar. I give you headaches. Now let me by!
Written By Mabelle
July 26, 2021, 10:43 a.m.(11/26/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Cirroch
We had an interesting friendship and we had plans to build in Giant's Reach.
Now all I have is grief.
I promise to help your family as you helped the compact in your bravery and in honor of our friendship.
Now all I have is grief.
I promise to help your family as you helped the compact in your bravery and in honor of our friendship.
Written By Lark
July 26, 2021, 9:23 a.m.(11/26/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Jophiel
I'm also of the mind that assisting the underserved to invest in themselves has the added benefit of investing in one's community as a whole, but it must be one's choice to accept or seek out marketable new skills. And too often, unless these opportunities are offered with stipend and boarding, being in a position to accept them takes cunning and intention on the part of the individual, and a system of support they are often without. Does the poor day-laborer not have mouths to feed? Rents to pay? Little ones and old folk to tend to? One must consider who will fill these roles while they are out learning.
I've never personally been to a desert. I imagine every drop makes quite a difference when you’re there.
I've never personally been to a desert. I imagine every drop makes quite a difference when you’re there.
Written By Lisebet
July 26, 2021, 8:58 a.m.(11/26/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Cirroch
I was there when Marquis Sanna felt. Not right there close up, but sitting on a stretcher having been injured in the commotion.
I - was only mildly injured, so that I could stay to pray and hope that my prayers were answered.
I think maybe Marquis Sanna was the answer to the prayers - he is a hero, and protected us all.
We will remember.
I - was only mildly injured, so that I could stay to pray and hope that my prayers were answered.
I think maybe Marquis Sanna was the answer to the prayers - he is a hero, and protected us all.
We will remember.
Written By Preston
July 26, 2021, 5:45 a.m.(11/26/1015 AR)
I was once told that those who champion the Gods, those who truly embrace their ideals, lead lives that are rarely long. That the enemies of the Gods are many, they are vicious. And I suppose that is true. At some point a blade will find the right gap in my armour, at some point I will take on an enemy too large because that is the right thing to do - following the ideals of the Gods is not a guide for long life, for survival. It does not help you become wealthy. It helps you be /good/. The Gods make us no promises beyond that.
Yet, the threat of death matters if you only consider yourself, if I only think of myself. But when I remember I am but one brother in a family as large as Arvum itself? The Faithful are many more than our foes, and we are honourable and dedicated - and I would match that to their viciousness any day. And that is what makes the difference. That we will know the risk, and step forward anyway. A Templar's duty, to be a part of that bright thin line of light between the darkness and our people.
And the thing is? If I fall, there will be another. And another. And another. Dame Thena, Sir Jeffeth, Dame Esoka, Mother Cassandra, Dame Katryn, Sir Leif, Dame Flora, Dame Ida, Sir Calaudrin, Dame Bree, Dame Reese..... the Gods are served well, and served by many.
Yet, the threat of death matters if you only consider yourself, if I only think of myself. But when I remember I am but one brother in a family as large as Arvum itself? The Faithful are many more than our foes, and we are honourable and dedicated - and I would match that to their viciousness any day. And that is what makes the difference. That we will know the risk, and step forward anyway. A Templar's duty, to be a part of that bright thin line of light between the darkness and our people.
And the thing is? If I fall, there will be another. And another. And another. Dame Thena, Sir Jeffeth, Dame Esoka, Mother Cassandra, Dame Katryn, Sir Leif, Dame Flora, Dame Ida, Sir Calaudrin, Dame Bree, Dame Reese..... the Gods are served well, and served by many.
Written By Gloriel
July 26, 2021, 4:30 a.m.(11/26/1015 AR)
I am not ready to wield Brightroar. Not yet. Michael will find another Sword.
It is time for me to return to Pridehall for now.
It is time for me to return to Pridehall for now.
Written By Ian
July 26, 2021, 4:18 a.m.(11/26/1015 AR)
I don't usually do this, but here we are.
I was at the Crown district yesterday. I was stabbed through the shoulder while five of us were trying to get Whispers to safety. Nobody in their right mind would mistake the source of that injury for a Prodigal.
I was at the Crown district yesterday. I was stabbed through the shoulder while five of us were trying to get Whispers to safety. Nobody in their right mind would mistake the source of that injury for a Prodigal.
Written By Medeia
July 26, 2021, 1:29 a.m.(11/26/1015 AR)
(This entry is written in the lady's handwriting, but it is smudged in several places, possibly smeared with a bit of stray blood, and not as neat as usual.)
I started the day off being woken by the sound of my husband returning to our bedroom for the first time in months after being at sea. Was it this day? Perhaps it was yesterday, now. I jumped from the bed and into his arms, so happy I was to see him. It feels safe there. I intend to return there as soon as I have finished this writing.
When the messenger arrived calling for help at the hospital, I ran out of the hall without a second thought. Upon arrival, I relieved the lead physician and found myself in an unfortunately familiar scene. But the news coming in with the injured didn't make sense. It still doesn't, not really. Marquis Sanna is gone? Whisper House breached? I have no words for this.
What I do have is sanctuary. The ability to offer respite and healing. One need only ask.
I started the day off being woken by the sound of my husband returning to our bedroom for the first time in months after being at sea. Was it this day? Perhaps it was yesterday, now. I jumped from the bed and into his arms, so happy I was to see him. It feels safe there. I intend to return there as soon as I have finished this writing.
When the messenger arrived calling for help at the hospital, I ran out of the hall without a second thought. Upon arrival, I relieved the lead physician and found myself in an unfortunately familiar scene. But the news coming in with the injured didn't make sense. It still doesn't, not really. Marquis Sanna is gone? Whisper House breached? I have no words for this.
What I do have is sanctuary. The ability to offer respite and healing. One need only ask.
Written By Noah
July 26, 2021, 12:29 a.m.(11/26/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Cirroch
I liked him.
I think that sums everything up nicely.
Well done, man. Well done.
I think that sums everything up nicely.
Well done, man. Well done.
Written By Michael
July 25, 2021, 10:04 p.m.(11/25/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Jophiel
I appreciate my cousin's arrival in Arx. I even appreciate how he managed to sneak right into his room and just show up to meals without me noticing his arrival. Watch out for this one.
Written By Michael
July 25, 2021, 10:03 p.m.(11/25/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Sabitha
My Aunt Sabitha has set to work redecorating Bisland Manor. She is rather nonplussed about whoever was making decorative decisions before she returned to Arx. She would probably be even more nonplussed if she came to discover that nobody was. Things just got set down places and servants were forced to make them look like they were meant to be there.
Written By Raymesin
July 25, 2021, 7:28 p.m.(11/25/1015 AR)
So Scarf has been helping clean rats out of someone's cellar, Scholar, as well as spending a great deal of time being the perfect fashion statement while digesting. I needn't have worried about the dog; they're getting on well, probably because the dog is a good source of warm while being too big to eat. Scarf has managed to carry a message for me, which is even better, and he's a hundred times more stylish than some over-pampered pooch.
My wife finds me the best presents.
My wife finds me the best presents.
Written By Raven
July 25, 2021, 6:58 p.m.(11/25/1015 AR)
I've yet to find a researcher who has nothing better to do but cater to my every whim and curiosity which is an excellent reminder how foolish I was not to be suspicious of one who did. Farewell free time, I shall remember you fondly. At the least I have had a few surprising offers from quite exceptional sorts so at least I needn't muddle along alone when it comes to seeking to expand my knowledge on the multitude of things I must know for all that is to come.
Written By Zoey
July 25, 2021, 6:52 p.m.(11/25/1015 AR)
It is the eve of my husband's thirtieth birthday today. There were many times I feared this blessed day would not come, but my heart is gladdened that he survived so many trials to reach this milestone. I may yet have the privilege of growing old with this man.
I am going to open a tab in the house's name at the Ebb and Flow and keep it open for thirty days for anyone who would care to raise a toast to him.
I am going to open a tab in the house's name at the Ebb and Flow and keep it open for thirty days for anyone who would care to raise a toast to him.
Written By Desiree
July 25, 2021, 5:44 p.m.(11/25/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Ilira
Congratulations on the new home.
There's some decorating to do but, I am sure, you will make it yours.
There's some decorating to do but, I am sure, you will make it yours.
Written By Ilira
July 25, 2021, 3:25 p.m.(11/25/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Dio
"Are hearts something one can shape on his own? Is it not set aflame, or protected or stolen by those whom he lets close enough to touch it?"
You tell me, lost one. I might have shown you the answer, but you left, and I had barely a moment to mourn before I learned I was mourning a lie. Relief isn't the word for it, that kind of detachment. It's a comfort to know who you weren't, but a painful and winding contemplation to also regard who you were. To me, to the rest.
Because I think you knew very well what it was to set hearts alight, you just couldn't harness your own flame. I understand, fire is a fickle thing with which to play. I suppose I only wish yours had been worth the burn.
I remember our first kiss on that mountaintop, our sole. I remember the hike up, and the tumble I took off that bough, and how hard we laughed together on that rockface. I remember every word we exchanged as you stoked the fire and I brewed the coffee. I remember your lips tasted of both. I am not ashamed to say, for those moments, I believed in who you pretended to be.
This writing is not from a place of grief. Rather, I wanted to recognize a story scrapped before it started. I felt my side of it deserved a voice. And despite myself, I needed to mourn the little nothings, what almost was and never would've been; I know now.
But you didn't steal my heart away with you, pirate. It's still sitting pretty right here, blazing and broken and beating, and that is a triumph unto itself. You came damn close, though. Perhaps you, wherever you are, can consider that a triumph too, and this a good riddance.
You tell me, lost one. I might have shown you the answer, but you left, and I had barely a moment to mourn before I learned I was mourning a lie. Relief isn't the word for it, that kind of detachment. It's a comfort to know who you weren't, but a painful and winding contemplation to also regard who you were. To me, to the rest.
Because I think you knew very well what it was to set hearts alight, you just couldn't harness your own flame. I understand, fire is a fickle thing with which to play. I suppose I only wish yours had been worth the burn.
I remember our first kiss on that mountaintop, our sole. I remember the hike up, and the tumble I took off that bough, and how hard we laughed together on that rockface. I remember every word we exchanged as you stoked the fire and I brewed the coffee. I remember your lips tasted of both. I am not ashamed to say, for those moments, I believed in who you pretended to be.
This writing is not from a place of grief. Rather, I wanted to recognize a story scrapped before it started. I felt my side of it deserved a voice. And despite myself, I needed to mourn the little nothings, what almost was and never would've been; I know now.
But you didn't steal my heart away with you, pirate. It's still sitting pretty right here, blazing and broken and beating, and that is a triumph unto itself. You came damn close, though. Perhaps you, wherever you are, can consider that a triumph too, and this a good riddance.
Written By Kiera
July 25, 2021, 3:23 p.m.(11/25/1015 AR)
This week has been trying but sucesses were had. I helped some Eurisi refugees in sanctum learn to read and write as part of volunteer efforts of heart in hand and helped however marginally to cur a friend's ailment
Written By Catriona
July 25, 2021, 2:42 p.m.(11/25/1015 AR)
My dearest sister,
I am sending my love across the lands to you, and yours. May your blessings continue.
With love,
Your twin
I am sending my love across the lands to you, and yours. May your blessings continue.
With love,
Your twin
Written By Catriona
July 25, 2021, 2:36 p.m.(11/25/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Arman
The Prince is a wise man, and I do not mind saying that he is quite charming for his later age. There is a sharpness of wit that has not been dulled by the years. I've no doubt that he has much to impart upon the right individual; I ought to inquire after his stance on Patronage.
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