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Written By Martino

July 13, 2019, 3:46 a.m.(6/15/1011 AR)

Relationship Note on Arcadia

Congratulations on a fine second place at the tournament Countess. From our second meeting, the first you spoke of the bow, and seeing you deliver a fine arrow to the heart of a target so far away - I knew you would be first to jump at the opportunity to impress others with the bow.

That is to add to impressing them with your resolute determination, sense of duty and constant aim for betterment for your people.

Written By Martino

July 13, 2019, 3:31 a.m.(6/15/1011 AR)

A day away from the Fashion Show, perhaps even only half of one, and finishing touches are not made yet to what I hope will be a jacket to be remembered for the years.

It will be quite fine, I am sure. For you see, there is a back-up plan like always.

Written By Evonleigh

July 12, 2019, 10:36 p.m.(6/14/1011 AR)

A belated thank you to those who came out to support my cast and crew, and of course me, at the wrap party, as well as all the gratitude of my overflowing heart to the Nightingale Gianna Whisper and my patrons, past and present, Prince Lorenzo and Princess Zara, for all you do for me.

I've been asked when and what in regards to the next play. I haven't written it yet, that I can tell you. I poured so much of my heart and energy into this one that I feel it may take some time to rest and reflect and replenish -- but inspiration is a capricious thing and she will come knocking whether one is ready for her or not.

If anyone would like a program of the play, do let me know, as I have some extras.

Written By Vanora

July 12, 2019, 9:48 p.m.(6/14/1011 AR)

I am still recovering from Uncle Niccolo's death, though it is easier to mourn a man who has lived a full life than kin or friends who never had the opportunity. Still the world looks entirely different without him, he was such a fixture. From the time I was a little girl, Niccolo and Carlotta treated me as their own, and in their joy provided a beacon for what life could be like. In his sadness and loss, my Uncle did the same, for life can be like this too.

Written By Saoirse

July 12, 2019, 8:18 p.m.(6/14/1011 AR)

Relationship Note on Selene

You want me to be MORE bold?

Written By Cassima

July 12, 2019, 6:30 p.m.(6/14/1011 AR)

Relationship Note on Llewella

I saw the mention of my name in your whites my lady. I thank you again for your kind words and am honoured that you reached out to me. I shall remember what we discussed regarding the changes that are sweeping our Isles and your kind offer to help in the stormy times that are to come. I look forward to discussing the rocking of the very foundation of economics as we know it when the time comes. I think we said somewhere with ..bubbles.

Written By Saoirse

July 12, 2019, 6:22 p.m.(6/14/1011 AR)

Oh dear me, I agree with Prince Alecstazi.

Written By Cabrera

July 12, 2019, 5:59 p.m.(6/14/1011 AR)

A long journey over the Great Road from Fidante was without any real trouble but, at parts, you could feel it lace the wind's breath.

Some parts are busy in both directions so the goal of moving people has been met. It is what we do next that will determine the success.

Written By Kedehern

July 12, 2019, 2:44 p.m.(6/14/1011 AR)

Recently, it seems, someone has been writing poems and leaving them on the Laurent Estate grounds.

Normally, this would be well and good, but the author is signing my name to them, when they are not in fact mine.

I don't know who is doing this, but I ask that if you see this, you PLEASE stop.

It's creepy and unwanted.

Written By Flavien

July 12, 2019, 2:44 p.m.(6/14/1011 AR)

When the poets come calling, give them a better target. My lesson has been learned.

Written By Flavien

July 12, 2019, 2:41 p.m.(6/14/1011 AR)

Relationship Note on Kedehern

Having read the following poem which must have fallen from your pocket, I don't know that I can ever look at you the same way again.

For Shae from Kedehern

When you touch the hound you feel
his quivering interest
in your fine-boned hands.

The hitch in your stride
is the beat of my heart.

When you loose an arrow you hear
the smooth spruce shaft whisper
into your unclasped hair.

The beat of my heart is

yours to track,
and to train,

and in the end
to devour.

Written By Selene

July 12, 2019, 2:18 p.m.(6/14/1011 AR)

Living a good life is the highest art. As an artist, I inform the world of what lies behind the masks we wear. This underscores our purpose, our existence, why we're here. We long to become stars in the sky. The reason to burn so hot is because we're not yet starring in our own lives. Wait not for the stellar lighthouse to turn upon at you when the light radiates from within you.

Written By Selene

July 12, 2019, 2 p.m.(6/14/1011 AR)

Acquire the art of restraint,
The virtue of elegance,
And the quality of ingenuity,
But above all,
The grace of boldness.

Written By Narcissa

July 12, 2019, 1:44 p.m.(6/14/1011 AR)

Sunlight dappled through sylvan twined maze,

Canopy of shifting hues, the inveterate glen.

What of the hidden, the latent malaise?

Spring soon to rot in Winter's den.

Written By Brianna

July 12, 2019, 1:04 p.m.(6/13/1011 AR)

Tea -is- dumb hot leaf water and loyalty to one's house matters above all.

Fight me.

Written By Rysen

July 12, 2019, 12:49 p.m.(6/13/1011 AR)

My sincere thanks to those who have wished us well in our betrothal.

There are those who have expressed their concerns with our union publicly. They feel that Lady Mikani has attempted, through merit and skill, to rise above the station to which she was born. That she is somehow abandoning the houses that she has helped to set upon the road of prosperity, or that the decision to marry has arisen from personal desire at the expense of duty to one's house.

I did not choose to marry a commoner, but have asked a noblewoman to marry me. I sought the approval of her liege, my family and the Faith and found an arrangement that will benefit all parties. Some believe that she has not been raised to understand the ways and responsibilities of nobility. Such people should learn how Lady Mikani was raised, by whom and under what conditions. Those who do will see that she received the same training that many nobles in the Mourning Isles receive with even greater responsibility.

She honored her previous marriage contract, applied her talents to the benefit of the people of Cedar Vale, and leaves it in far more prosperity than she found it, with an apt and capable leader in her stead. Why would any noble scorn the love and talents of such a woman? What but a blind and debilitating prejudice would keep someone from bringing such a capable person into one's family to the benefit of one's people and one's house? The idea that this match is anything other than a benefit to my House and my family is shortsighted and illogical.

The Compact, too, is strengthened by such a union, as the people of the Northlands, Crownlands and Mourning Isles have more reasons and greater ability to work together for mutual prosperity. Nor will I deny that the holy fire of love and trust burns between us - a gift from Lagoma and Limerance - that I am grateful to honor, along with serving my duty to my House and the Compact. My thanks to those who have seen this union as something happy and worth celebrating. Your support means everything to us, and we will not forget it.

Written By Thena

July 12, 2019, 9:06 a.m.(6/13/1011 AR)

Three million+ silver sure is a lot for a statue. Hope it's real shiny.

Written By Ophelia

July 12, 2019, 8:37 a.m.(6/13/1011 AR)

I am so very pleased to hear that the auction was such a grand success! It is heartwarming to know that so many people came out to support the King's Own and their effort to honor Lord Commander Dayne Valardin. I cannot wait to see the statue when it is finally in the Hall of Heroes!

Written By Lucita

July 12, 2019, 8:31 a.m.(6/13/1011 AR)

Relationship Note on Arcelia

My sister in law, missing at sea and thought dead. We never had a chance to visit as much as we wanted to but love for family was there, was strong. Saik is to foster her children when they reach the agreed upon age. We'll keep her caring and her memory strong in family.

Written By Khanne

July 12, 2019, 8:14 a.m.(6/13/1011 AR)

One beloved Auntie once scolded me as a child when I had seen a friend do something that was confoundingly ridiculous and yelled at them, furiously. Truly, it was the kind of stupid that makes you scrunch up your nose, arch an eyebrow, sneer a little, and wonder 'what in the name of what people hold sacred, was this individual thinking?'

Pulling me aside, she said, "<embarassing nickname withheld to preserve my dignity>, it is easy to witness moments of weakness in others and want to point out to them just how foolish they might be. In these moments, some say, if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all. I say, when your nothing nice is chock full of truth, it is dignified to keep your silence and let others speak in your stead while you smile and nod in appreciation. However, if none are brave enough, make your voice heard, diplomatically."

I am smiling and nodding Auntie. See? I learn.

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