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Written By Rosalind

Aug. 14, 2022, 5:30 p.m.(3/13/1018 AR)

Anxiously awaiting for the noise of babies in the house!

Written By Rosalind

Aug. 14, 2022, 5:28 p.m.(3/13/1018 AR)

Hearing about the falling of Artshall has made me very sad for the people. There's been so much loss lately, it just doesn't seem to ever get easier. But I'm certain they'll rebuild and be as strong as ever.

Written By Lucita

Aug. 14, 2022, 2:56 p.m.(3/13/1018 AR)

Digging through rubble is no easy task, chip away a bit of mortar here, haul away a bucket of dirt over there, help roll a stone out the way and sing... yes sing, sing loud and long to let those trapped in the rubble know you are there and trying to get to them, give them hope. It is hard to sing when one's throat is choked up with sorrow and fear yet determination and years of training help to soldier through that and continue. The Song of the Sentinel was what I sang, the one that lets people know he is there when one is troubled and have a thrist for justice. This horrible mess is most definately in need of justice to correct this wrong-doing to Artshall and its citizens.

Written By Kiera

Aug. 14, 2022, 12:10 p.m.(3/12/1018 AR)

The sight of artshall in ruin is almos indescribable , but even in the gravest devistation there are a glimmers of hope as i saw some survivors that had taken shelter in the hospital there rescued.. This would not have been possible were it not for the bravery of one individual battered and scared who managed to crawl through the smallest of crack in the rubble to bring help to her fellow survivors. A true inspiration as are all those who managed to survive

Written By Arman

Aug. 14, 2022, 11:37 a.m.(3/12/1018 AR)

Relationship Note on Cassiopeia

An alliance between the furthest reaches to our North and the vast expanse of islands and seas to the South. Surely a match that will benefit both Houses greatly, as discerning as I know the Marquessa Proscipi to be.

Written By Cristoph

Aug. 14, 2022, 8:36 a.m.(3/12/1018 AR)

With the destruction of our capital city, I find myself in awe of the resiliency of Artshall's people. Our craftsmen and workers will stay on in temporary shelters near what remains of the keep, and we'll begin the process of clearing debris immediately. I plan to spend much, if not all, of my time here.

Other civilians have relocated to other locations within the duchy while the re-building efforts commence. Some others are still very frightened, and we've made arrangements with our vassals house to keep them on until a time when they feel comfortable returning.

I'm fortunate to have the strength not just of Artshall behind me, but all of those who support us.

Written By Preston

Aug. 14, 2022, 5:45 a.m.(3/12/1018 AR)

Artshall is a place I feel deep connection to, as though it were once some old home of mine. The Laurents have been such good friends to the Faith and the Templars, loyal and pious. We have stood together in battles, we have stood together in sorrow, and stood together in celebration. It will rebuild, and retake its place as a bastion that holds that area of the Oathlands for the light of the Compact and our Gods.

To that end I have given a million silver to our Seraph to hand out in alms to the people of Artshall, and a million more to Duke Cristoph to help fund the immediate needs to reinforce its lands.

Written By Ilira

Aug. 14, 2022, 3:30 a.m.(3/12/1018 AR)

A smile can mean many more things than happiness.

Last night, I returned from a rescue mission in Artshall. A pocket of survivers were trapped by debris after the implosion of the hospital. I wasn't there the night of, and I wish I could say I wish I was, but the mere aftermath was enough to enervate me, both in the city itself and at the Saving Grace days before. We all of us in this capital know the skin-crawling chill of seeing our friends and our loves so broken by battle, at the same time we are glad to /see/ them.

That's the way I felt, walking the streets of Artshall: like I was seeing a moribund friend, warped and mangled beyond recognition. But not dead.

Sometimes I get so afraid, so furious, so fucking fed up and pissed at the unrelenting brainlessness of enemies within and without--too low-witted and hive-minded to take the hint that we'll always persevere--that I forget how fully I love this Compact. I love this Compact, and I crave to see it whole and happy. I was not there for Bastion, but I will be here for Artshall, with the rest of you. Art, like Arvum, endures.

That's why I walked away smiling last night: not because of the light in a world that has fallen, but because I know it will rise again.
Though, singing with Lucita did help.

Written By Aconite

Aug. 14, 2022, 1:14 a.m.(3/12/1018 AR)

I know my friends are in deep pain and despair, as they were in Bastion and Jay'alaz. There are not words or time enough for me to list how I ache and rage for Artshall.

Only one silver lining comes from this day
From the ashes will rise still greater beauty, community and inspiration. I have every faith in House Laurent.

Written By Sebastian

Aug. 13, 2022, 8:07 p.m.(3/11/1018 AR)

My soul aches for what has befallen Artshall. To see everything you love and built destroyed before your eyes is a heart-rending devastation for anyone to face.

Grieve. Mourn who was lost and what was lost.

And rebuild. We will be there to help you.

Written By Sebastian

Aug. 13, 2022, 8:03 p.m.(3/11/1018 AR)

Relationship Note on Felicia

Dame Felicia was kind enough to indulge my curiosity on a specific topic of which she had considerable knowledge. From that one conversation, I found her to be articulate, passionate and dedicated to a pursuit that extended beyond herself alone. Though I cannot say I knew her well, she held my admiration.

May the Queen welcome you home.

Written By Kiera

Aug. 13, 2022, 7:21 p.m.(3/11/1018 AR)

i had a difficult conversation with a friend this week. When we met we caught each other in an embrace and I just wanted to stay in that moment and nearly lost the courage to say what needed to be said. A moment after which things will likely change. And it isn't over yet. Still more difficult conversations to be has choices to be made. so many people are suffering to such a great degree i don't dare wish for more peace than i've been granted and pray i have strenth for what's to come

Written By Kiera

Aug. 13, 2022, 7:12 p.m.(3/11/1018 AR)

It was nice to have family and friends to together at Wyrmgard to plan and share news. Nothing can be taken for granted these days

Written By Savio

Aug. 13, 2022, 6:06 p.m.(3/11/1018 AR)

Filling a blank page is not usually a problem I have. But here I sit with the nothingness of the parchment looking back at me, and I am struggling to place the bleakness of this feeling within the specificity of language.

I am hurt more badly than I would like, more badly than I am used to. But some have suffered far worse, and others have sacrificed everything.

I struggle to find the words, but for so many citizens of Artshall, their music, writing, painting, are all gone forever, and all the pages left to them now are empty.

What a specific despair it is, the silence of inspired voices. These were -- in spirit -- my people, and my heart is broken.

Written By Raven

Aug. 13, 2022, 3:42 p.m.(3/11/1018 AR)

We can do better than this. Truely.

Written By Fiora

Aug. 13, 2022, 2:37 p.m.(3/11/1018 AR)

Must be intuition that called me back to Arx, but where to start...

Written By Eirene

Aug. 13, 2022, 2:21 p.m.(3/11/1018 AR)

Relationship Note on Felicia

Felicia died a heroic dead. Doesn't change the fact she's dead. But her sacrifice may have stopped something -nasty- from getting into our world. So I thank her for that.

Written By Eirene

Aug. 13, 2022, 2:20 p.m.(3/11/1018 AR)

Artshall has fallen. Another magnificent city taken by that shithead Traitor. I wish I could have done more but I did what I could...

A silver lining in all this shit. I took a calculated risk and it payed off in spades. Cannot wait to see what comes next.

Written By Ailys

Aug. 13, 2022, 9:56 a.m.(3/10/1018 AR)

My heart is with the Duchy of Laurent.

Written By Mabelle

Aug. 13, 2022, 6:56 a.m.(3/10/1018 AR)

Ash.
It's all ash.
Our people, their home, their livelihood. Ash.
Years of hard work. Ash.
How do you even start again?
Where do you even start?
I personally promised people safety and they were delivered death.
This is too much to bear.
But we will grieve and then we will rise and the only ashes remaining will be those of our enemies.

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