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Written By Thorley

Oct. 24, 2018, 9:41 a.m.(11/13/1009 AR)

Relationship Note on Violet

It's a very funny story.

And for once I was right.

Violet and Sorcha are doing well.

Tala's been excited and unable to sleep.

I need coffee.

And the Sandreef family grows.

Written By Elloise

Oct. 24, 2018, 9:39 a.m.(11/13/1009 AR)

Relationship Note on Godric

You'll LOVE this one. My father told it to me:

What is the definition of Death?
When you suddenly stop paying taxes.

Written By Elloise

Oct. 24, 2018, 9:36 a.m.(11/13/1009 AR)

A short-list of things to do when I get back to the capital city:

* Send mother a fruit basket as an apology for the thing I just did involving that flint, those curtains, those mixtures and - well. My eyebrows will grow back. So will hers. I need to start testing out those colors. Requires a little more experimentation.

* Send the Mercies of Lagoma a goodly donation of things that they might need, or silver, because despite my promise to Cousin Cora and Cousin Fairen I am not being a very good patient. I'm too fidgety, too curious, and apparently wanting to help isn't exactly the usual. The good part of this is that I'm learning so much right now that I could probably handle all of this on my own the next time.

* Working on Project A, and Project B. I've wasted too much time on Project OhGodsWhyAreMyFeetSoSwollen.

* Spend more time at the Shrine for the Queen of the Last Laugh, the Mother of Terrible Puns. I miss the spiders an awful lot.

Written By Elloise

Oct. 24, 2018, 9:26 a.m.(11/13/1009 AR)

To note: I figured out a few new and pretty interestingly gross things (Scholars, please see my drafted treatise on: Was it Something You Ate? Wrong, You're Probably Pregnant) and now that I'm big enough to knock things over when I try and bend down to pick up something that I've dropped. After I set it back, I turn, and boom - down it falls, again. This turns into a self-perpetuating cycle until I'm red in the face. Then Nikola shits on my shoulder, because he was laughing at me the whole time (CRAW, CRAW) and I burst into tears. That was only this morning. Never mention that every single time I drink tea - I, I - oh? (You really don't want to hear about that Scholars, do you? Trust me, it's WORSE when I laugh. Don't ask what happens if I eat anything spicy.) I know exactly when this ends and when it does I will look at Sparrow or Starling or Robin or WhateverNameI'mGoingToCallThem and say: "FINALLY."

Written By Rymarr

Oct. 24, 2018, 9:26 a.m.(11/13/1009 AR)

Relationship Note on Traherne

Crossed this veteran's path at a gathering. Hails from Pridehall. Apparently he's established himself a business named the Tilted Anvil and works in armor.

I was just telling Patsy recently that I needed to get around to having another suit forged for the stands.

Written By Gianna

Oct. 24, 2018, 8:47 a.m.(11/13/1009 AR)

The beer festival went well. The mood was subdued at first, though the more beer people drank, the looser they got. The dancing began in earnest. Such is the power of music: the power to change a mood, to stir emotion. To make it a little easier to forget, at least for a time, a heavy load.

I sang very little; mostly, I was occupied with my vielle. The other bards with me performed well; I am happy with the College's progress.

Written By Kenna

Oct. 24, 2018, 8:16 a.m.(11/12/1009 AR)

It seems to be a habit to make a fool of myself in front of the other Bisland fealty nobility.

I believe I will stick to practicing my sword and patrolling for a bit. All else can be set aside.

Written By Archeron

Oct. 24, 2018, 6:15 a.m.(11/12/1009 AR)

As Prince Victus says, Oliver had paid his debt and done his time. The law, and more importantly the tradition, states he is free. His life is his own once more, indebted to no-one and only bound by the laws and traditions of the compact and his oaths of loyalty. My armour was made by Master Oliver oddly enough, but I cannot say I knew the man. But, I can say he was a fine craftsman, and so the crime is double for it denies Thrax a man of skills important to the war efforts. Not only is this killer a murderer, but a traitor too.

I do not know if their aim was to send a message against the Compact about interfering in traditions around Thralls, or if this was some provocative act by those seeking to start some war over Thralls from either direction, and cruel enough to use a man's life for their ends. I am sure we will find out in time, but for now it matters little. We deal with the facts.

You see, we have traditions in the Isles. Yes. One is Thralldom. But there is another. I say if this person is found, we give to them what all enemies of a House of Thrax receive. What tradition demands as punishment for our enemies. We enthrall them for murder, and we bind them to a cross to look out over the sea. Let them die a Thrall, let them die of thirst and exposure, let them die unremembered short of as a lesson. Tradition is important, after all.

Written By Veronica

Oct. 24, 2018, 6:05 a.m.(11/12/1009 AR)

Back less than a day and there's already a murder to deal with.

Written By Joscelin

Oct. 24, 2018, 1:50 a.m.(11/12/1009 AR)

Relationship Note on Fecundo

I was going through my house this afternoon, packing a bag while I stayed in more neutral rooms, and I found the sketches he did of your outfit. He was so proud of his work and your pleasure. I am glad you were there for our happy memory, so that our story lingers even further in the minds of our descendants, written for future generations.

You honored him with your favor, and I know he would have been further overjoyed to dress you on the eventual, future day of your nuptials.

Written By Violet

Oct. 24, 2018, 12:44 a.m.(11/12/1009 AR)

I have a funny story that I will take the time to write out in more detail later. But shortly it involves a very stubborn woman, the Stone Grove, and a surprise arrival on Courtkeep. It almost involved the Shrine of the Sentinel, but we went for a walk and a breather to get away from the crowds. And to try and get my cramps to ease up. They weren't cramps. Well, they were, just not the kind I thought. I will write a full account soon.
Sir Thorley Sandreef and I would like to welcome our daughter Sorcha to the world. Born on Courtkeep at the Stone Grove in Redrain Ward.

Written By Arik

Oct. 24, 2018, 12:03 a.m.(11/12/1009 AR)

Relationship Note on Oliver

Master Oliver and I were not particularly close. He had an impressive sense of humor and if you've ever been to a beards and brew night at the Spirits you have seen his impressive tanned codpiece trousers to know what I am talking about. I have friends whom are very upset that he is dead. I see people making generous donations to a cause that by all accounts he believed in wholeheartedly. I've seen his good works in the rebuilding of Darkwater's domain.

The only difference between Master Oliver Arterius and any other citizen that has died in some grime crime is that this man reached out to people. If ever you question whether you will be remembered, look to Lord Valerio Mazetti and Master Oliver Arterius. Both left achievements fondly remembered, may such memories not be lost to sorrow. Seek to emulate their efforts and you will be remembered.

Written By Shae

Oct. 23, 2018, 11:59 p.m.(11/12/1009 AR)

I was given a book. It's written with me in it, I'm a wolf that doesn't smile. It is beautiful. I can't put it down. I don't want to. What a wonderful gift.

Written By Morrighan

Oct. 23, 2018, 11:20 p.m.(11/12/1009 AR)

Relationship Note on Joscelin

My heart aches for you. This shouldn't have happened. Never did I ever want any more loss or grief or sorrow to touch your life, but it has. Evil reared its ugly head and left its mark, but it was a mistake. A most grievous mistake. By blood or no, you are my kin. My family. My sister. Oliver was a part of that family. There is no forgiveness for those who harm one of my own. I promise you I will do everything I can, with everything I have, to help find the culprit responsible. There will be justice. I swear it.

Written By Shard

Oct. 23, 2018, 10:19 p.m.(11/12/1009 AR)

I don't see any meaningful difference between thralldom and slavery. It seems like bullshit semantics that because one is, usually, a nastier form of the other, the other can't be a form of slavery too. That is, obviously, an opinion that a whole lot of people don't share.

But the point is this: thralldom that does not have a chance of ending is fucking slavery. No semantics. No excuses. Thralls having the ability, at least in theory, to work their way out of thralldom is the entire thin-as-spider-web fig leaf for why thralls aren't slaves. And if you're willing to murder someone over that, you're not only a fucking murderer, you're also a fucking slaver.

Written By Caspian

Oct. 23, 2018, 10:18 p.m.(11/12/1009 AR)

The death of Oliver Arterius is disturbing, for thralls and Arx as a whole. I hope for the safety of my family and all former Thralls that the killer is caught. I know my hand will be kept close to my knife. I've gained too much to lose it all so soon.

Written By Alarissa

Oct. 23, 2018, 7:58 p.m.(11/11/1009 AR)

This I can do from my repose. The messengers have started. We thought about not pushing forth with the auction but Lady Mikani spoke and said that if we did not move forward, if we changed that which was our intent, to mollify them, then they win.

Mind you those are bold words when I am behind walls and surrounded by guards who would lay down their life in a heartbeat for mine and those I carry.

And so we move forward. We move forward and will work twice as hard to free more children than our goal was in this round, and in the name of Master Arterius.

Written By Ida

Oct. 23, 2018, 7:27 p.m.(11/11/1009 AR)

Relationship Note on Oliver

I took the chair that I had made for you and put it in the Crafters Hall. It was where we spoke when you returned to the city and probably my fondest memory of you. That you extended an olive branch knowing I might very well beat the ever-living crap out of you sure wasn't something I expected. And so the chair now sits where we had our last really meaningful conversation, as a reminder. That's all I really feel ready to write about right now.

Written By Fecundo

Oct. 23, 2018, 7:12 p.m.(11/11/1009 AR)

Relationship Note on Oliver

Often, we never think about the people who have a place in our lives.

My first social event upon my arrival to Arx, indeed my first few hours, was the wedding of Joscelin and Oliver. I had no idea who either of them were, just that I was a guest of another member of my extended family and felt horrid that, unprepared as I was, all I could offer to the couple were my well wishes.

My second true meeting with the man was enlisting him for my outfit for the Gala around the historical figures of the land. The outfit he made for me was incredible, still the best I own, and I had even inquired at the time if he would be interested myself as a patron.

It had fully been my plan to reach out to him, if I could, to dress me when eventually I was wed....

I had very little exposure to the man, and yet he was key in my mind as someone I could rely on and believe in. Think about this with the people you deal with on a daily basis, even those you may only cross paths with once or twice a year. No one is insignificant...

My heart goes out to his wife and those who had deeper ties to him than my own minor ones....

Gods help those responsible if they cross my path, however briefly...

Written By Ida

Oct. 23, 2018, 7:10 p.m.(11/11/1009 AR)

My apologies for any concern I might have caused, to judge my the messengers I've received. My personal work was not insulted...that I am aware of anyhow. It was more a commentary on an earlier journal, to be honest, about not liking to be considered a second choice when it comes to crafting. My vague-journaling needs work.

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