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Written By Aerwyna

March 17, 2019, 6:10 a.m.(10/3/1010 AR)

Whispers...truly impressive. I was blown away by that party. Congratulations to the lovely couple and their Union.

Written By Aerwyna

March 17, 2019, 6:09 a.m.(10/3/1010 AR)

Well this was a fruitful and wonderful week for me though more serious matters do not miss my attention. I pray for those who have to deal with such things to the best of their abilities.

Written By Kaya

March 17, 2019, 5:44 a.m.(10/3/1010 AR)

Do you truely see me? Here in the shadows where my mind races alone. Can you tell when I am sad, happy or mad? I push everyone away afraid to be hurt but I never thought you would leave me. You promised you would be here...forever. Now here I am all alone again.

Written By Erasmus

March 17, 2019, 4:26 a.m.(10/3/1010 AR)

Relationship Note on Filusae

Sweet granddaughter, I know it is confusing that this old man has knocked on your door telling you a tale about your mother. But it is me.

Did she ever tell you about me before I was out at sea? How I am filled with regret not seeing her grow or knowing you live until I came ashore.

Written By Silas

March 17, 2019, 4:13 a.m.(10/3/1010 AR)

Relationship Note on Kenna

You know, I once thought that, too.

Written By Niklas

March 17, 2019, 2:55 a.m.(10/3/1010 AR)

I'm going to need some time.

Written By Shard

March 17, 2019, 2:06 a.m.(10/3/1010 AR)

It's not like I forget the sentiment, or don't see it when it exists but isn't so blunt, but it's always something when someone just comes straight out and says that the only thing that should ever be done with the Abandoned, no matter what they have or haven't done, no matter if they're willing (or forced) to bend the knee, is kill them or drag them into slavery. Prodigals, you see, are the source of moral decay and erosion of the very fabric of the Compact, not the people who cheer when thousands of men, women, and children are butchered and openly lust for more killing. Not the people who grow fat and rich off the misery of generations of slaves. No, no, it's the skewered babies that were the savages.

Surely, the Sentinel will reward only the truly civilized murderers, slavers, and poisoners for their unending dedication to justice.

Written By Shard

March 17, 2019, 1:37 a.m.(10/3/1010 AR)

Relationship Note on Caspian

He can bend over and kiss his own ass on the way down. It won't be any more challenging than the fucking acrobatics he's already performing.

Written By Evonleigh

March 17, 2019, 1:14 a.m.(10/3/1010 AR)

I've never bled at a party until tonight, but it was worth it to meet new faces and visit with known friends (I'm fine, just a small injury caused by oyster shucking. No one tried to kill me!).

Countess Carita, along with Baroness Skye and other hosts from the Thrax Ward, put on a wonderful event for their night of a Taste of Arx. Who knew rum came in so many flavors?

I would love one of those tiny ships to store my shoes in...

Written By Vercyn

March 16, 2019, 11:48 p.m.(10/3/1010 AR)

Relationship Note on Asger

Duke Asger and I had our differences more times then not. But this was not the end that he deserved.

Written By Sparte

March 16, 2019, 11:40 p.m.(10/3/1010 AR)

Make ready for another war.

Written By Ilmia

March 16, 2019, 11:29 p.m.(10/3/1010 AR)

I need to make sure I have a proper wardrobe for Autumn and Winter. This is a bit of a reminder to myself.

Written By Athaur

March 16, 2019, 11:27 p.m.(10/3/1010 AR)

Getting tired of the various judgements placed upon me because I was not born under the Compact.

My family has lead my people for as long as many of your ancient families. But because we were not recognized by your Compact until recently that means My blood is somehow less?

Yes, I bent the knee. My people have not be members of the Compact since it's beginning. We do not have the grace of being born into it's arms. We did not gain our position by birth. Every single one of us chose it. We choose to be members of the Compact. We have made a conscious choice to join our hands with you and stand as one. For this we are treated as lesser? This is seen as 'moral decay'?

Written By Gretchen

March 16, 2019, 10:53 p.m.(10/2/1010 AR)

That was a great party. Congratulations to whomever got married, my compliments to the Whispers for the planning. I heartily enjoyed myself.

Written By Kenna

March 16, 2019, 8:39 p.m.(10/2/1010 AR)

No. No. No. No.

I do not think I will ever get the image of that man's head being bitten off out of my mind.

That said, I am becoming more and more attached to this sword Marquis Rymarr Deepwood gave me. It has saved my life twice.

Written By Evaristo

March 16, 2019, 8:24 p.m.(10/2/1010 AR)

What a fantastic week. The best singer in Arvum is training me, I've become Mockingbird of the Bard's College, haggling has been going my way lately, a fantastic new set of clothes from Costumer's Closet and jewelry from Josie's shop really works perfectly together AND I can finally wear my coat again cause it's not too hot outside. The Thraxian event at their ward was amazing and I really do need to get that liquour cabinet now, cause I'm starting to have this great collection.

And the top of the list? A gift. A bandolier with bags, and a dagger from Ida Ferron to go with it, attached to the straps. It's a perfect gift from a perfect person.

Written By Kaya

March 16, 2019, 7:30 p.m.(10/2/1010 AR)

The cards, you've played them all and you risk, losing it all.
When I walk away with the winning hand will you realize everything
happened according to your plan? You liked to control
and put me down but here you are, about to lose it all.
Was it all worth it in the end? I am not sure I care anymore.
I have grown tired of playing the same game. We’ve sat at
this table many times before, and you’ve played the winning
hand. But this time you stand to lose it all and when I leave you
in the ashes of our past, will you realize this was all your design?
For you liked causing jealousy, anger, and pain,
but now the tables have turned. You shall sit on the ashes alone,
as I rise above them and move on.

Written By Delilah

March 16, 2019, 7:09 p.m.(10/2/1010 AR)

Tonight I fell asleep in a library. One of rich, unexpected breadth of contents. I knew then my soul had found its haven.

Written By Iliana

March 16, 2019, 6:49 p.m.(10/2/1010 AR)

I've always known it, but Thrax can certainly hold a party. Though I've proved to myself that I'm a land woman born and bred. Knots and oysters are not for me. The company and the drink were all I could have asked though!

Written By Valencia

March 16, 2019, 5:26 p.m.(10/2/1010 AR)

More death. What I hate about death is that it sparks memories of past times.

Happier times. Horrible times. Loves. Losses. Hopes born. Dreams that died. Deepest joy and terrible hurts. They all rise in your head. It makes current sorrows that much more bitter and hard to take.

I want to believe that it is not all sorrow and loss in this life. That good things do and will happen. That love and hope always finds a way. That we can overcome all that is awful if we just keep trying. That giving up and laying down to loss and heartbreak is not an option.

It's just a little hard right now to believe that this is so right now.

Keep faith if you can.

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