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Written By Torian

Jan. 17, 2021, 11:05 p.m.(10/9/1014 AR)

When I was raised up, Furen seemed to only know one way of doing business. It ain't no secret how he liked to make his coin.

Seems like a lifetime ago now that I took his place, and we've done well to achieve my goal or running a respectable enterprise as a family.

Starting to get acknowledgement for it too, which don't hurt none.

Written By Selene

Jan. 17, 2021, 10:32 p.m.(10/9/1014 AR)

The Launch, Pieros .. 9th of October, 1014

"And waves, and sails snapping; for the march
    Of the Compact's glory takes to the wine-dark sea.
    Dancers poised on the decks raise their hands
    From the rails and catch the cry,

Stilled, as one prays in a shrine,
    As purpose filled their bodies and shines
    Silvered with the first shaft of sunlight,
    Beautiful and more compelling with each breath.

Silence pulls apart at the seams, smote;
    We halt, trembling, where water churns
    And proclaims the splintering of chains
    To the lofty vault of the sky.

Light cleaves tempered steel walls,
    And those powerful lands that were once
    Vibrant with untrameled hopes--
    Rise to the unheralded show of strength."

Written By Apollo

Jan. 17, 2021, 10:26 p.m.(10/9/1014 AR)

Relationship Note on Duarte

I should thank Count Duarte for the lovely stitching awl as well. I don't think I'd ever laid eyes on goldenwood prior - it's really beautiful. I wonder if it's hard to work with.

Written By Raja

Jan. 17, 2021, 10:06 p.m.(10/9/1014 AR)

You know, sometimes I wonder how many people actually read this. Do people seriously sit down and read other people's journals? Should I start reading people's journals? In a way, it's kinda creepy. In another way, it is enlightening! Sometimes reading other people's viewpoints gives me a new look on different things. Sometimes it just makes me want to roll my eyes. I wonder how many people keep up with my journal? I wonder how many people have written about me. Anyways, that is enough musings for one day. Sorry, dear reader, nothing juicy in this entry.

Written By Vitalis

Jan. 17, 2021, 9:59 p.m.(10/9/1014 AR)

A momentous week. With care I can write my own messages and notes. Not this one, as there are others needing assistance. It is laborious, but nice to write on my own. I do miss reading terribly.

Written By Valencia

Jan. 17, 2021, 9:59 p.m.(10/9/1014 AR)

The Princess Lustry of Thrax’s event was a triumph. What a joy to see some many beautiful faces and the talents of so many artists. I was thrilled to see Prince Patrizio’s spirits raised even higher with his taking first place. A well-deserved honour and one well won. There were so many beautiful and excellent entries. I can’t imagine the decision was an easy one.

Moreover, at the end of the evening after enjoy some amazing spirits sampled from many houses and distilleries from across Arx, I was delighted and very honoured to accept on behalf of my Hart the place of second.

I know some take credit for their staff’s work, but I believe in sharing credit when it is do. To be true, like everything at the Hart, we work together. It takes many hands to make such things blossom. To see such endeavours appreciated and bringing such pleasure to others is something my staff and I treasure so much. And, in warm celebration, in the coming days, we will be closing my Hart for an evening so that we may all celebrate in style and raise glasses to our hard work and good fortune.

But that is not all that delights and excites me. For the Princess Lustry wishes to host her next excellent contest in my Hart. This time it will be the sweet temptations of mead that will be hailed and showcased. I’m thrilled and honoured, and very glad to join her in this.

In dark times it is important that we take moments to remember the light and the good things we stand for. Gathering of good friends, sharing good spirit and excellent talents, what a beautiful reminder. I hope one and all will be there.


Written By Apollo

Jan. 17, 2021, 9:58 p.m.(10/9/1014 AR)

Returned from our journey to Bravura. The people there have such an appreciation for the arts, simple and strange. I got time to sit with a tanner there; tools were in rough shape, but he managed to put a perfect surface on deerhide with tools so rusted I thought they'd leave streaks.

I'm not sure that I could do that. Leave my tools to disrepair. Not because I think they wouldn't work, but there's something like a trust I have in my tools that I'm loathe to break. If I don't care for what I have, what's the point in having it?

Written By Domonico

Jan. 17, 2021, 9:08 p.m.(10/9/1014 AR)

Relationship Note on Grimgar

Prince Grimgar is a lucky man indeed to be courting Princess Lustry Thrax. He's suitably impressive too and reminds me of a bear somewhat. Regardless I got to know the man better at first the rum contest hosted by the Princess before having the chance to cross blades with him in a spar. He is not unskilled at all but could do with improving his footwork.

Written By Valencia

Jan. 17, 2021, 9:01 p.m.(10/9/1014 AR)

Relationship Note on Patrizio

Prince Patrizio, ever the gallant and noble gentleman and champion of my Hart.

It is fortunate his nature is so good else I might do things I should not rather than should this evening.

Thank you, highness, for reminding me of who I am and how things are.


Written By Cufre

Jan. 17, 2021, 8:58 p.m.(10/9/1014 AR)

So, this is new: a bit of jewelry work that comes with a lot of research. The Scholars-Crafters thing has taken me much further from my usual interests, which is strangely nice. Going into things blank, I mean. The ideas that have come from this project are less of a tangle this way.

Written By Svana

Jan. 17, 2021, 8:40 p.m.(10/9/1014 AR)

Elanne carries her little baby doll by its arm and plonks its head on the ground everywhere she takes it. I do hope she doesn't think she'll be doing that to her little sisters someday soon.

Written By Amari

Jan. 17, 2021, 8:21 p.m.(10/9/1014 AR)

Looking back over the year so far, I've let some aspirations fall to the wayside. Some goals couldn't be advanced and had to be routed around, while others remained nebulous and difficult to even approach. Are they achievable or not? It's hard to tell when I can barely make out the scale and rough outline of them.

One day I'll have the time and be rooted enough to paint again, and even garden too. Perhaps even before I turn thirty! Though, both seem the sort of thing to keep you busy after you've taken an arrow to the knee and can't adventure anymore.

Written By Rosalind

Jan. 17, 2021, 7:54 p.m.(10/9/1014 AR)

Amazing the things you can do when you're faced with responsibility. And the people you meet along the way! My journey is only just beginning!

Written By Sebastian

Jan. 17, 2021, 7:32 p.m.(10/9/1014 AR)

I feel an ache of want in my chest.

Soon we sail for Setarco, and I have never wanted it more in my life -- acknowledging that I say that every time, and that it's probably true every time, as well.

To drift, unfettered, into her embrace is all I long for. Being able to turn in nearly any part of the Silken City and see a new angle of the Great Titan, her gaze ever so sly, wherever I am. To hear and smell and see and taste, to be immersed in the city of my birth. To feel home.

I know it won't last for long: we sail for the Saffron Chain shortly thereafter.

But I know with certainty I will feel better for it.

Written By Ravna

Jan. 17, 2021, 7:27 p.m.(10/9/1014 AR)

I-is it drink, drunk. Drink. Is it drink or food to be fuel? Air? Are these fuel f-for my fire? My, our, mine - Is this what makes life?
Water. Need water. Gotta flow, flow like water, my waters, my Woel? No. Staff! Staff. Fists. Feet. Fffflow.
Eats. Food. Wood. Paper. Cloth. Skin. Hair. Mixed together...mixmixmixmixed...Woel. Peaches.
Air? Air. Breath. Worrrrds. Mummers. Ideas.

...spark? Spark. What is spark, my spark? My. Spark. Spark...s-park..

Written By Rosalind

Jan. 17, 2021, 7:14 p.m.(10/9/1014 AR)

The days are cooler, scholar! COOL! I can step outside and not feel like I'm melting! It's the best feeling EVER! The crisp air, the turning color of the leaves...You can smell the clean!

Written By Raja

Jan. 17, 2021, 7 p.m.(10/9/1014 AR)

Marquis Dio. You flatter me with your words and high praises. Now, stop it! I have a reputation to maintain!

Written By Romulius

Jan. 17, 2021, 6:51 p.m.(10/9/1014 AR)

It is important to understand the nature of the games that one involves themself in - when the rules are subject to constant change, you are perhaps better off simply not playing.

Written By Geralt

Jan. 17, 2021, 5:50 p.m.(10/8/1014 AR)

I had the strangest dream, the other night. I woke up, in a tub of hot water, only it wasn't water. It was /whiskey/.

I couldn't decide if it was the greatest thing that ever happened to me, or a horrific waste of otherwise drinkable alcohol.

Then I woke up, and found I'd knocked over the bottle in my sleep.

Written By Patrizio

Jan. 17, 2021, 5:13 p.m.(10/8/1014 AR)

The seasons change again. Summer has fled, and autumn's arrived upon our doorstep.

Of all the things that I should miss with having to ship out soon to the Saffron Chain, winter is not amongst them. I remember still how horrid the winter was when I came from Setarco, and I shouldn't miss when it comes to greet the city once more. But... on the other hand, I will admit that it's a mixed matter, thinking of being south once more during the cold weather when I consider what we'll face.

May the gods grant that I - and all of us who sail forth - be back in time to see the arrival of spring to this city.

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