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Written By Sanya

Jan. 23, 2020, 7:28 p.m.(8.453578042328044/19.40037037037037/1012.6211315035273 AR)

Relationship Note on Preston

It's never easy to make decisions when one carries as much responsibility as you do. As you've proven yourself to be a man guided by the grace of the gods, who knows when a fight is just and necessary, it is my hope that more feel inclined to reach out to the Templars in times of peril.

Written By Miranda

Jan. 23, 2020, 7:27 p.m.(8.453529265873016/19.397638888888892/1012.6211274388228 AR)

Relationship Note on Domonico

My most deepest and heartfelt congratulations on your appointment!

I shall drink to your success and am pleased to see this position is once more yours!

I am so very proud of you, Cousin. It has been a hard battle, fraught with trials. And you've seen them through.

Written By Arcadia

Jan. 23, 2020, 5:43 p.m.(8.448390376984127/19.109861111111112/1012.620699198082 AR)

Whoever tries Fool's bane knowing that it will induce a three day hangover, is either incredibly brave or incredibly stupid.

This just begs to be tested. Once this hangover wanes.

Written By Mabelle

Jan. 23, 2020, 2:44 p.m.(8.439498181216932/18.61189814814815/1012.6199581817681 AR)

Relationship Note on Roran

Sometimes wisdom can be found in the most unexpected of places.
Sometimes all we need to do is watch our own reflection.
Thank you for allowing me that.

Written By Sydney

Jan. 23, 2020, 2:33 p.m.(8.438959986772486/18.581759259259258/1012.619913332231 AR)

I've always been a forgetful one, even when I was but a girl. My memories find a way of slipping through the cracks if I don't monitor them closely. It would be a simple enough cause and effect to blame the alcohol, or the repeated blows to the head I've endured since my career as a pugilist began in earnest, but not the truth of the matter.

There are things in this life I'll not forget, but if I chance to look upon you blankly, or misrecall our meetings, pray don't take it to heart, for it is my own failing, not your lack of significance.

I'm making better notes, now.

Written By Padraig

Jan. 23, 2020, 2:21 p.m.(8.43838707010582/18.549675925925925/1012.6198655891754 AR)

I've found a particularly young and friendly scholar who I believe I can be friends with. I still do not know if I want to write anything in the Black, however. Keeping secrets was never my forte (and so, keep that in mind, dear reader). Lady Veronica was very busy today with things that didn't require someone of my talents, and so I had most the day to myself. Rather than go off into the city to meet more nobility, I worked most the day with the personal guard of House Keaton.

They're a well-drilled bunch and I think I learned a lot from them. Still, they treat me as a commoner would a nobleman, and it unnerves me. I know being a knight affords me certain privileges, but I would rather be seen by the smallfolk as what I am -- one of them.

I've been thinking too much -- a byproduct of the capital, no doubt.

Written By Roran

Jan. 23, 2020, 1:58 p.m.(8.437230902777777/18.484930555555554/1012.6197692418981 AR)

Lady Mabelle,

You have done a great thing for you and your house. For your lands and the compact. Never, shall you be underestimated again by at least one person in this city. Now, go enjoy a walk with your dogs and this entry into this Archlectors whites.

Written By Martino

Jan. 23, 2020, 1:56 p.m.(8.437142443783069/18.479976851851852/1012.6197618703153 AR)

I win. Colin.

I. Win.

Written By Strozza

Jan. 23, 2020, 10:07 a.m.(8.425789103835978/17.844189814814815/1012.618815758653 AR)

Relationship Note on Braith

What ifs, and where whens. The curse of our times, but sometimes worth thinking on.

What mysteries might our joint studies unlock? Hopefully something to benefit the family as much as our own persons.

Written By Strozza

Jan. 23, 2020, 9:59 a.m.(8.425389798280424/17.821828703703705/1012.61878248319 AR)

Shimmer in vision
Japes derived by ones mind's eye
The truth is sweeter

Written By Selene

Jan. 23, 2020, 9:42 a.m.(8.424539930555556/17.77423611111111/1012.6187116608796 AR)

What beautiful things demand to be made in honour of so many upcoming events. The fantasies of an ocean, the tumbling of Thorns. Are there others I have missed?

Written By Lucita

Jan. 23, 2020, 8:35 a.m.(8.421211144179894/17.587824074074074/1012.618434262015 AR)

I spend time practicing a song I am supposed to sing in the Bard's Concert, fretting about whether my costume for it will be ready in time, and anxiously awaiting reports on the current construction efforts in Saikland Greens. Things could be far worse!

Written By Tanith

Jan. 23, 2020, 8:04 a.m.(8.41968005952381/17.502083333333335/1012.618306671627 AR)

Gossip and booze. That's all I'll have time to write about.

Written By Denica

Jan. 23, 2020, 7:09 a.m.(8.416924189814814/17.34775462962963/1012.6180770158179 AR)

This boat race thing has got me all fired up! It's still a few months away, but that gives me enough time to practice.

Written By Anisha

Jan. 23, 2020, 6:28 a.m.(8.414916087962963/17.235300925925927/1012.6179096739969 AR)

I have a calling as a Mirrormask and a Whisper, both of which require discretion and sworn confidences. For one, it is the honour of Whisper House, our ability to act effectively as diplomats that is at stake. For the other, it is a solemn vow to the Thirteenth. Both are severe and intense in their own right.

I don't know that I can answer Blessed Roran's inquiry in the Whites. But I have answered, as best I am able.

It is rare for me to see my thoughts put down in the Whites these days. It is, perhaps, time for me to make a choice about changing that, at least.

Written By Anisha

Jan. 23, 2020, 6:11 a.m.(8.414044312169313/17.18648148148148/1012.6178370260141 AR)

Relationship Note on Qadira

When I stepped into the Training Centre, the spar was already underway. The Bull of Solace, the mountain of a man that is Sir Jeffeth Bayweather, wearing but a pair of pants and fighting with his bare hands, against a woman who seemed half his size. She wore leathers. She carried a curved blade, like I've seen in illustrations proclaiming to be of Eurusi or Saffron Chain stylings.

She lost-

But not before standing against him longer than I thought possible. Not before scoring marks against Sir Jeffeth, multiple. Telling.

I spoke with Lady Lenne and met Fidget, which apparently follows Sir Jeffeth around, now.Watching the battle in rapt fascination. She went down, several times. Was bloodied as he was and more. But she kept coming back up for more.

Sir Jeffeth lifted her over his head and it looked like, for a moment, that he'd driven her straight through the ground and into the depths below.

She lived, and that was how we met. We took her home, so Lady Lenne might look after her.

Mirari Corsetina might still owe her a drink.

I admit a passionate admiration. It's not about whether we fall.

It's about getting up again.

Written By Lenne

Jan. 23, 2020, 2 a.m.(8.401607142857143/16.490000000000002/1012.6168005952381 AR)

Relationship Note on Roran

I've not used a White to respond to a White before. Let's hope Archlector Roran is paying for the right services, to see mine.
You ask what the biggest change in our lives was. And how it affected us.

If one had asked, anything before four months ago, I'd have said the Burning of Stormwall, during the Gyre War. Were it not for that, I doubt I'd have been nearly so passionate about being a healer, and certainly wouldn't have my life's goals, as they are. Having one's home burn around you, and choking on the smoke, while people die to evil things just beyond the walls leaves an impression.

Now? I know the real change happened when I came to Arx.
The Burning was a direction. Arx was a change. Father told me more than once that Arx would chew me up. And it has, but not as he thought.
I have been reinvented as Lenne a half dozen times. Chewed up, sometimes, but just into a different, better shape.

I didn't have friends, to speak of, in Stormwall.
Now I have a host of people I trust with my life. And who trust me with the same.

I didn't think I would ever fall in love, in Stormwall.
Now I have. Head over heels. More than once.

I didn't have a clue, in Stormwall.
I suppose I still barely have more, in the grand scheme of things, but I do feel like quite an accomplished scholar, some days. Increasingly more days, even. People who know me are better armed with knowledge, for my presence.

I didn't do worthwhile things, in Stormwall.
I dreamed. But here I actually do the things I dreamed of. Here, I have gone out on adventures. I've seen incredible things. I've faced battles. I've uncovered ancient mysteries. I've saved lives.

I didn't trust myself, or believe in myself, in Stormwall.
Given all the rest, above? For once, I begin to think that maybe Lenne is worthwhile. That maybe my reach might not exceed my grasp. I dislike arrogance. But maybe a bit of pride is something I'll allow myself.

I ever keep Lagoma's teachings, in mind. Change is inevitable. Change for the better, growth, is what we must ever strive for. Arx hasn't just changed things for me. It has changed the nature of change. It has let me grow. It has burned away some of the dross, and left something better, behind. Warm hope springs, where I coldly despaired before.

Written By Vanora

Jan. 23, 2020, 1:43 a.m.(8.400757688492064/16.442430555555557/1012.6167298073743 AR)

After all this time I find a space of quiet where I can make choices. What to focus on next, what to look for, what to learn.

I expect that this won't be a luxury I have for long, that soon again events will dictate where I must focus my attention, that I will be overwhelmed with what I must do and not quietly delighted by what I can do.

But for now, I will choose. And all of the options sound like sweet music.

Written By Rysen

Jan. 22, 2020, 11:38 p.m.(8.394560598544974/16.09539351851852/1012.6162133832121 AR)

I had been gone a while, and it warmed my heart to return and see some of my friends and family again. I encountered my cousin briefly, and her kind words brought me all the happiness one feels in returning to a place where he or she belongs. I stood for a while gazing at the now empty chambers that I had prepared for my sister when she first arrived in Arx. Wherever she is, I hope she is happy and that Lagmoa's light guides her way. My wife told me she is for a second time with child. The news filled me with joy, and I cannot wait to meet Nakoa's brother or sister.

Marquessa Arcadia, too, I had the fortune of seeing, and with her help I prepare for a journey I have long hoped to make. The time has come, and I am grateful to have the Marquessa's support. She pledged it so long ago, and so much has happened in the intervening seasons since, that I scarcely expected her to face looming danger, with so little to gain, save on behalf of her friend. Yet she shows the immeasurable value of her honor and friendship when it matters most - and I will never forget it.

By chance I also had the pleasure of the company of Lady Colette Laurent, whose charms and daring reminded me of perilous quest we'd lately undertaken with the Gold Order. I could ask for no better company with which to enjoy some tea and conversation. I found myself looking for any excuse to ask her about the prized commodity of her homeland, just to hear her pronounce, in her beautiful Oathlands accent, the word "'oney."

Poet's hearts are wild, fiery things, and must be shielded from the public, lest the raw and uncouth energy of emotion shock and bewilder them. Thus I must leave my encounter with Rukhnis unwritten, save only to say that no man has ever experienced a more joyful meeting, nor a more sorrowful parting than when I saw her in the library of the Black Hall, or when she turned her horse from the wooden gates of T____ in the west of Stormwall.

Written By Ringvald

Jan. 22, 2020, 9:11 p.m.(8.387257771164021/15.686435185185186/1012.6156048142636 AR)

It has been some time since I've written anything here, my hands had been disabled.

Firstly, in my haste for improving relations in the city I had made the mistake of nearly becoming betrothed, I didn't understand the customs here and promptly had to withdraw due to inadequacy of my post. I had made a foolish error after never having received such attentions, and gave into them far too easily. I will resume alone as I am meant to be, as not to interfere with my work.

Then I joined an expedition, we were going to a field to search for something, some relic in an old battleground. I thought it would be interesting and historically relevant, though I didn't expect to see hostile spirits and swarms of mankilling bees. I am no warrior, though I can say I'm not a coward, in an attempt to help I burned my cloak, using it to take down the bees like a flaming net, though between that and the stings my hands were and still are quite unsightly. I have opted to wear gloves from now on, nobody wants to see these hands less than I, it's for the best.

Finally, we are working on a project to enhance the possibility of growing in the Clearlake Hold, I'm unsure how it will go, so I will write of this at a later date.

~Lord Ringvald Clearlake

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