Written By Titus
Oct. 21, 2023, 8:05 p.m.(1/19/1021 AR)
Relationship Note on Petraea
You have died, but your legacy endures, Tribune.
You and I were similar in that we were from other places, representatives of different cultures but you were far better navigating society here in Arx than I. You soared but your passing has made me think about yesterdays, todays and tomorrows. Of legacy, choices and destiny.
Legacy, much like the ember's fading glow from Yesterdays, stands as a silent testament to the unyielding spirit of those who came before us. It carries the weight of their struggles and the brilliance of their wisdom. The Code, a guiding flame, compels us to shield and eternally preserve the memory of Yesterdays, for it is the very foundation upon which our Today stands, defiantly burning amidst the encroaching darkness and cold.
In contrast, Destiny, akin to sparks ascending toward the night sky, beckons to us from the uncharted expanse of Tomorrows. Of what might be, what could be, not what will be. It is the canvas upon which our choices and intentions vividly paint the future. Destiny is not an unchangeable decree, but a realm shaped by the conscious choices of mortals—a reflection of the sparks we send aloft.
Amidst this reflection, I am reminded of our sacred duty, akin to tending to cooling embers, to preserve the memory of Yesterdays. Yet, our purpose transcends mere preservation; it impels us to fuel the fires that burn within us, urging us toward perpetual growth. Stagnation, the enemy of life's gift, must be vanquished as we fan the flames of progress, molding a Destiny that radiates ever brighter.
As I write these thoughts, I reaffirm that our existence embodies the intricate dance of Fire. Let us, therefore, stand as custodians of the legacy of Yesterdays, for it is the enduring ember. Through our actions, we shape the Destiny of generations, sending sparks of hope and illumination to light the path toward radiant Tomorrows. I will miss in this lifetime the discussions we had, but I will look up to the new star and reflect on the whispers from yesterday that we shared and strive to be better. In my own culture, the dead Vaevici are burned at the Temple of Pyros at night so that our pyros can be returned to Sangris and strengthen those who live after us. You live on through others, your death has made us stronger.
Tribune, though you have passed from this realm, your memory remains, for I choose that you have not been forgotten.
You and I were similar in that we were from other places, representatives of different cultures but you were far better navigating society here in Arx than I. You soared but your passing has made me think about yesterdays, todays and tomorrows. Of legacy, choices and destiny.
Legacy, much like the ember's fading glow from Yesterdays, stands as a silent testament to the unyielding spirit of those who came before us. It carries the weight of their struggles and the brilliance of their wisdom. The Code, a guiding flame, compels us to shield and eternally preserve the memory of Yesterdays, for it is the very foundation upon which our Today stands, defiantly burning amidst the encroaching darkness and cold.
In contrast, Destiny, akin to sparks ascending toward the night sky, beckons to us from the uncharted expanse of Tomorrows. Of what might be, what could be, not what will be. It is the canvas upon which our choices and intentions vividly paint the future. Destiny is not an unchangeable decree, but a realm shaped by the conscious choices of mortals—a reflection of the sparks we send aloft.
Amidst this reflection, I am reminded of our sacred duty, akin to tending to cooling embers, to preserve the memory of Yesterdays. Yet, our purpose transcends mere preservation; it impels us to fuel the fires that burn within us, urging us toward perpetual growth. Stagnation, the enemy of life's gift, must be vanquished as we fan the flames of progress, molding a Destiny that radiates ever brighter.
As I write these thoughts, I reaffirm that our existence embodies the intricate dance of Fire. Let us, therefore, stand as custodians of the legacy of Yesterdays, for it is the enduring ember. Through our actions, we shape the Destiny of generations, sending sparks of hope and illumination to light the path toward radiant Tomorrows. I will miss in this lifetime the discussions we had, but I will look up to the new star and reflect on the whispers from yesterday that we shared and strive to be better. In my own culture, the dead Vaevici are burned at the Temple of Pyros at night so that our pyros can be returned to Sangris and strengthen those who live after us. You live on through others, your death has made us stronger.
Tribune, though you have passed from this realm, your memory remains, for I choose that you have not been forgotten.
Written By Emmelline
Oct. 21, 2023, 5:20 p.m.(1/19/1021 AR)
I wish I had a confidante. Back when I first arrived in the city, I had so many friends and acquaintances. Or at least so it seemed. People with whom I could be wholely familiar with, and with whom I could confide in my most inner thoughts. Here and now, I do not have such. And while things weigh on my mind, and when I have questions that need answering, or at least mulling over, I find myself utterly lacking in a confidante. Especially with the winter chill, I find myself feeling more lonely than ever. I have never been one to hold back my thoughts. I have usually, spoken my mind. But when I cannot, for whatever reason, I always wish to speak to someone about just such. Only now, it is not possible. I only have myself, and my own thoughts to keep me company.
Written By Cufre
Oct. 21, 2023, 12:09 p.m.(1/18/1021 AR)
When I die, my black journal can be read by my siblings: Amantha Harrow, Valarian Harrow, Scipio Harrow, Skaldia Harrow, and Arion Harrow. It can be read by their children and their children's children.
Written By Mirari
Oct. 20, 2023, 4:39 p.m.(1/17/1021 AR)
Relationship Note on Ravana
Here we are, back in the city, my dearest friend. I have missed you.
The family is coming together. What to do, what to do. I think I have a few ideas.
The family is coming together. What to do, what to do. I think I have a few ideas.
Written By Ravana
Oct. 20, 2023, 3:21 p.m.(1/16/1021 AR)
Relationship Note on Alaric
The king tells puns that'd make a bloodthirsty shark quiver in defeat, not a bad skill for someone whose head is literally weighed down with a babe's weight in gold. A quick wit, eclectic interests, and an air of mystery are all very good traits in a Sovereign, so his offer of patronage was accepted gladly and I look forward to using it as an excuse to escape the consequences of my actions.
Written By Ida
Oct. 20, 2023, 12:44 p.m.(1/16/1021 AR)
Relationship Note on Noah
I have a new patron. If something unusual happens to him, I will have to suspect that I am bad luck.
Written By Ravana
Oct. 20, 2023, 5:37 a.m.(1/16/1021 AR)
Relationship Note on Mirari
Though the sea has its own call, drawing one out like the tide, so too does Arx seem to extend greedy tendrils, calling her own back to these shores. I'm back, Mirari is as well, and no doubt more of the Corsetinas will show their face in due course as this winter brings us all together once more. Best friend, employer, favorite drinking partner - there are so many titles Mirari holds in my eyes, it's great to see her again.
Written By Lyra
Oct. 20, 2023, 3:37 a.m.(1/15/1021 AR)
It's been a long year, much of which has been spent at home in Cedar Vale. I was fortunate enough to have the advice and support of one of my childhood friends whilst there, a friend whom I feel at times I'd have been utterly lost without. I recall my mother once telling me that strong people don't put others down -- they lift them up.
She could well have been speaking of Filip, it is him through and through.
She could well have been speaking of Filip, it is him through and through.
Written By Eirene
Oct. 20, 2023, 12:10 a.m.(1/15/1021 AR)
A toast she gave at the Trader's Tavern, as recalled by Lady Eirene:
"To the death of Helena Thornweaver, and the victory of the living. May those she took from us be at peace, and may her master never sleep again in his life until we take his head from his fucking shoulders and put it on a spike on the palace bridge. To Arx, her people, and her allies. May we all be victorious in the days to come. To old friends, new faces, and the bonds we make in this life carrying us to the next. But may that day be a long fucking way off."
"To the death of Helena Thornweaver, and the victory of the living. May those she took from us be at peace, and may her master never sleep again in his life until we take his head from his fucking shoulders and put it on a spike on the palace bridge. To Arx, her people, and her allies. May we all be victorious in the days to come. To old friends, new faces, and the bonds we make in this life carrying us to the next. But may that day be a long fucking way off."
Written By Mirari
Oct. 19, 2023, 2:30 p.m.(1/14/1021 AR)
That sound. The first click. When your boot heel hits the stone, and you know you're home.
Written By Eirene
Oct. 19, 2023, 10:08 a.m.(1/14/1021 AR)
Relationship Note on Zakhar
How did I miss Zakhar dying? He was eccentric. But my kind of eccentric. Some of my favorite objects in the world were crafted by him. I hope someone takes in the cats.
Written By Lucita
Oct. 19, 2023, 9:19 a.m.(1/14/1021 AR)
Relationship Note on Cillian
Gunther and his pup will miss you, just as I will. We both enjoyed the guard dogs, conversations about explorations, shared goals of resisting the dark reflections... You will be missed.
Written By Elsbetta
Oct. 19, 2023, 7:21 a.m.(1/14/1021 AR)
Relationship Note on Amund
It was with a sadness in my heart that I learned of Sir Amund Monrosa's death. We had struck up a friendship of sorts, though perhaps it was more a mentor/pupil relationship. I'm sure he despaired of my lack of skill with a blade, but his patience was admirable. It's fitting that he died a hero's death, I don't think he'd have wanted it any other way. I'll visit each of the shrines this coming week and offer prayers to the gods in the hopes that we won't have to wait too long for the return of his soul.
Goodbye, Sir Amund, and thank you.
Goodbye, Sir Amund, and thank you.
Written By Emmelline
Oct. 19, 2023, 6:23 a.m.(1/14/1021 AR)
I made a rather embarrassing social blunder the other day. Four-and-twenty, you'd think I'd have mastered the idea of not voicing whatever comes to my mind. And yet, I feel things, or think things, and off my mouth goes. Before my mind can control it. Luckily, no one took offense. Though of course, my face turned like five shades of vermillion. Any redder, and my face might as well have been on fire. But that is sometimes how it goes I suppose. I have never quite been able to keep from wearing my heart on my sleeve, or keeping my thoughts out of my mouth, no matter how I might try.
Written By Eirene
Oct. 18, 2023, 11:19 p.m.(1/13/1021 AR)
Relationship Note on Cillian
Cillian was a complicated man haunted by his past and what he feared he might become. Well, scholar, he didn't become it. He died a hero, with a pure heart and soul. It's the smallest solace I can take in his passing.
Written By Raven
Oct. 18, 2023, 7:27 p.m.(1/13/1021 AR)
Received a messenger from someone unknown thanking those of us who stopped helena. I wonder if I should stop pondering my own mysteries and instead wonder what the Castle of Yesterday is, exactly?
Written By Triton
Oct. 18, 2023, 10:45 a.m.(1/12/1021 AR)
I am going to be focusing on improving my speed and reflexes, I think. Elora's dogs and those damn seige warriors were pretty slick at getting to em a bit too often. I need to be quicker to dodge and quicker to hit.
Written By Emmelline
Oct. 17, 2023, 10:30 p.m.(1/11/1021 AR)
Relationship Note on Bridget
Met the princess Bridget today. She is quite different from the Prince Patrizio, and the Princess Gabriella. I rather like her. Though we have only met but once, she already treats me with the familiarity of an old friend. I rather admire that about her. It is something I've always done with people. And so it is lovely to see that in others. A princess no less. I hope we will have plenty of opportunities in future to meet.
Written By Sira
Oct. 17, 2023, 9:11 p.m.(1/11/1021 AR)
No two journeys are alike, and most will take you to places you never could have imagined. Mine started in Bastion, twice, the first time when I was born and the second time when the city fell and I survived.
I came to Arx a refugee with only patchwork memories - my first name, my skill with needle and numbers, a deep fear of bodies of water. I had been here once before, for a short while, before my mother fell ill and I returned to Bastion to care for her and run her shop. Suddenly, I was back, and I knew my shop but not fully who I was. So I started sewing.
I was Tehom's favored at the Blood Moon masquerade shortly after. Eventually, my memories came back, and I knew I had lost my mother and brother in Bastion. I knew I had lost my father years before. I knew, too, that letting people get close would mean losing them. I tried not to. Some of you were just too stubborn and insisted on being in my life. Thank you.
If this has been released, it means something has come to pass that will prevent my return to the sales counter at the shop. My journey has come to an end. I hope, whatever it was, that it was a good end. A fitting end.
And I hope you aim higher. Reach further. Determine what you want and get it. Then keep going. Shed what doesn't serve you. You deserve better.
I came to Arx a refugee with only patchwork memories - my first name, my skill with needle and numbers, a deep fear of bodies of water. I had been here once before, for a short while, before my mother fell ill and I returned to Bastion to care for her and run her shop. Suddenly, I was back, and I knew my shop but not fully who I was. So I started sewing.
I was Tehom's favored at the Blood Moon masquerade shortly after. Eventually, my memories came back, and I knew I had lost my mother and brother in Bastion. I knew I had lost my father years before. I knew, too, that letting people get close would mean losing them. I tried not to. Some of you were just too stubborn and insisted on being in my life. Thank you.
If this has been released, it means something has come to pass that will prevent my return to the sales counter at the shop. My journey has come to an end. I hope, whatever it was, that it was a good end. A fitting end.
And I hope you aim higher. Reach further. Determine what you want and get it. Then keep going. Shed what doesn't serve you. You deserve better.
Written By Fatima
Oct. 17, 2023, 4:18 p.m.(1/11/1021 AR)
After many months away at sea, I have finally returned to Arx. Where was I, you may ask, dear Scholar? After the Civil War, I took the fleet of the Isles Canines, and some time to reflect. We roved our way through numerous slaver fleets in the name of House Thrax. Never let it be said that I am not devoted to the safety of the Isles. While my family and I may not be on the best of terms these days, we do agree on one thing - slavery has no place in Arvum.
From what I understand, I just missed a rather brazen attack on Arx. Well, I am glad to see that the city still stands. I doubt anyone will be welcoming me back with open arms, but I am at least going to try to repair what damage has been done to my reputation due to past errors in judgment. Perhaps I may even put my Sea Dogs to use for the good of the Compact. I suppose we shall see what unfolds in the coming days.
From what I understand, I just missed a rather brazen attack on Arx. Well, I am glad to see that the city still stands. I doubt anyone will be welcoming me back with open arms, but I am at least going to try to repair what damage has been done to my reputation due to past errors in judgment. Perhaps I may even put my Sea Dogs to use for the good of the Compact. I suppose we shall see what unfolds in the coming days.
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