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Written By Viviana

Feb. 26, 2021, 12:58 a.m.(1/6/1015 AR)

I wonder. What would be more amusing -

A torrid love affair or an intriguing rivalry?

Written By Ilira

Feb. 26, 2021, 12:53 a.m.(1/6/1015 AR)

Relationship Note on Piccola

With similar poeticism and detail, I agree. Rain or summer or rain in summer are oft praised as the most intimate weather, but nothing brings people close like the need for warmth. And in the same vein, nothing cuts like a lack of it on the coldest nights.

Written By Victus

Feb. 25, 2021, 11:42 p.m.(1/6/1015 AR)

I’ve awoken to a missive most appreciated. The man penned that he’d taken our enemies head on. Put them to the blade and let their treasures spill freely.

Ah. It’s always a good morning when it begins with such fine news.

Written By Haakon

Feb. 25, 2021, 8 p.m.(1/5/1015 AR)

It has been years since last I saw the sea serpent banner of Thrax and knew the vessel to be my enemy.

This time the flag were false, and the folk flying it were no true Serpents, but a body can't help thinking back to a prior age. Time is a curious thing.

Written By Gwenys

Feb. 25, 2021, 7:04 p.m.(1/5/1015 AR)

Relationship Note on Lenard

Dear cousin! You make the City a little bit less of a chore to endure. You might even beat me one of these days when we spar. It won't be very soon of course, but eventually, I know you will get there.

Also, please continue to introduce me as the Barbarian of Valardin. I want that to be a thing.

Written By Piccola

Feb. 25, 2021, 6:32 p.m.(1/5/1015 AR)

I love the winter.

The cold is beautiful. It is clean; it is uncompromising. The winter chill does not discriminate between old and young, men or women, or any in between. It comes swiftly to kill the unprepared; it comes hard to test the strong. There is no feeling like standing naked in a blizzard, with its cutting winds carving patterns in your flesh, only to be ushered into a cozy cottage to have a lover's mouth on yours, her chest warming yours, her heart beating in time.

It is life and death in perfect balance, sharpened, and on the point of an arrow.

Written By Giada

Feb. 25, 2021, 5:44 p.m.(1/5/1015 AR)

I often come to the Thirteenth's shrine when I want true peace.

The renewing ablution of the mind is found in the brutally honest daily inventory one takes of themselves and in faithful obedience to the mandate of reflection. Where have I erred? What do I fear to admit? What strongholds of mismanaged passions are in my life?

And finally, what do I choose to do about it? Even inaction is action; even silence is speech.

Written By Deva

Feb. 25, 2021, 2:39 p.m.(1/5/1015 AR)

Relationship Note on Alis

Note to self: Get really, really drunk before you go to any Oathlands dinner so you're emotionally ready for all the spoons.

Written By Zakhar

Feb. 25, 2021, 10:46 a.m.(1/5/1015 AR)

The same dream again. Standing on the deck of a ship that keeps changing its size, the heat of battle is there in front of me. Always attacking with breakfast just barely done. So many bones collected. The others will stare, they always stare...

Why always a sheep?

Written By Savio

Feb. 25, 2021, 1:08 a.m.(1/4/1015 AR)

Relationship Note on Zakhar

Went reaving with Eswynd. Lovely, top marks, would reave again. Did you know Zakhar fought the enemy with a cast-iron frying pan? Of course we have to have a song about it.

He's cooking his breakfast up on that deck
He got that cast iron out when the day began
You mess with the sausages and you risk your neck
You better not fuck with the man with the pan

You pull your ship up there all quick and direct
Drawing those swords like you think you can
But here's a weapon that you didn't expect
You better not fuck with the man with the pan

He's swinging that thing and he's making you pay
There's no escape now even if you ran
You got no defense against the cookware melee
You better not fuck with the man with the pan

Now you're knocked in the head and over the rail
And here you believed you had such a good plan
Should have thought twice before you set sail
And you better not fuck with the man with the pan!


Sage advice, friends.

Written By Tanith

Feb. 24, 2021, 8:27 p.m.(1/3/1015 AR)

There was a terrible moment today where I thought I'd lost myself.

Instead, I found something important. Something about me.

Nothing will ever be the same.

Written By Haakon

Feb. 24, 2021, 7:45 p.m.(1/3/1015 AR)

Fucking finally.
The air is no longer like hot soup, and drawing a deep breath doesn't risk drowning.

A bit of snow and a fair wind and it would feel nearly like home.

Written By Taliene

Feb. 24, 2021, 7:28 p.m.(1/3/1015 AR)

it was embarrassing to be taken so surprise by the snowstorm, though truly I had not anticipated its ferocity. I need to design some attire better suited for Arx's winter. I was lucky to encounter my Lord Liam, and truly our brief discussion was more than intriguing - courtly and kind, he is an interesting person.

Written By Orland

Feb. 24, 2021, 7:23 p.m.(1/3/1015 AR)

Relationship Note on Mikani

Thoughts of an ...athletic small blades... student...

Mikani is absolutely one of my favourite teachers, in fact, sorry Teague, probably my favourite. She always pushes me when I'm at my absolute worst. Ever try running balance beams when you're not completely ... sober? I don't recommend it, as it winds up with there being grass stains on your face, when you face plant.

But this time, she had me reflect on the deeper parts of myself, the places that I may not fully accept as part of me. Which, as I think about it, makes sense. If we are distracted by our flaws, we will always fumble and fall. We must not make them any more in our mind than our successes. There needs to be a balance, an acceptance, and at the end of the day, awareness of all of what you were, who you are, and who you want to be.

I highly recommend Mikani as a teacher to anyone.

Written By Rosalind

Feb. 24, 2021, 7:22 p.m.(1/3/1015 AR)

All this complaining about the snow. Let me tell you what I see with the fresh snow. I see something new, something pure. It's something untouched. It's BEAUTIFUL! Also...I'm not melting.

Written By Calla

Feb. 24, 2021, 7:16 p.m.(1/3/1015 AR)

Relationship Note on Titus

At last! I managed to drag another Vaevici to Arx. My cousin has arrived to help us with the war efforts, although I probably should have warned him about the weather in the Fall and Winter here. I remember my first experience with how cold it can get in Arx, it was only last year.

But Titus will do well here I think. He's a rare Vaevici, like me, who is more open-minded about this Compact and our new place in it. I can't wait to see how he settles in here.

Written By Gwenna

Feb. 24, 2021, 3:10 p.m.(1/3/1015 AR)

Winter comes to Arx once again, which is my eighth here in the city. It is not like the winters of Farhaven, of course - winters here are not nearly as cold or serene, but I enjoy them all the same. There is still the same crisp scent on the wind, like snow is soon to come, and seeing your breath like tiny white chimney smoke as you make your way around the wards and beyond. I debate holding another bonfire event to celebrate, even though the world so often seems dim by loss and war to come.

Written By Tyrus

Feb. 24, 2021, 2:27 p.m.(1/3/1015 AR)

Relationship Note on Sina

The first time I met Sina was when I killed her father and sunk his ship to the bottom of the sea. He was a pirate and his execution the proper punishment for his crimes.

Yet his daughter was not guilty of the crimes of the father. I took her back to Maelstrom, where she found her place within the staff. I missed the years that saw her become a Godsworn and Archscholar, having returned when she had already become all these things.

Now, she is dead. Another name to add to the evergrowing list. Another to remember. Another.

May her future beginnings prove happier.

Written By Giada

Feb. 24, 2021, 12:26 p.m.(1/3/1015 AR)

Fuck winter. Fuck air that hurts my face. It's just not natural. - Every True Southern Person Ever

Written By Savio

Feb. 24, 2021, 12:03 p.m.(1/3/1015 AR)

People are really out here walking around in this SNOW like this is normal and it's okay?!

I literally can't even with this.

Also, don't lick frozen metal. Mistakes were made.

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