Written By Thena
June 22, 2018, 12:09 p.m.(1/22/1009 AR)
I feel...good. Today I feel good.
Written By Esoka
June 22, 2018, 11:41 a.m.(1/22/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Aurelian
I did not know Prince Aurelian Valardin, either as the boy who was lost to his family or as the man who wore that name for decades after that boy’s tragic death. I also did not know well those murdered by his actions, or hurt by the other black acts done by him. My part in discovering the truth of what he was seemed a small thing at the time, but was a piece added to a larger puzzle by many others. Even if the picture was grim in the end, at least he can hurt no one else. I pray for those who were harmed by him, and the souls of those who’ve gone to the Queen of Endings because of him. As for him who called himself Aurelian Valardin, I pray to the Sentinel that justice has been done.
Written By Aahana
June 22, 2018, 11:01 a.m.(1/22/1009 AR)
Obssession seems to grow away.
Be fear not I shall not fade.
Walking along roads covered with trees.
Reminding myself how I am free.
My heart will heal.
It isn't much of a deal.
Someone worthy with come along.
Of this I know I am not wrong.
Be fear not I shall not fade.
Walking along roads covered with trees.
Reminding myself how I am free.
My heart will heal.
It isn't much of a deal.
Someone worthy with come along.
Of this I know I am not wrong.
Written By Mae
June 22, 2018, 10:52 a.m.(1/22/1009 AR)
Murder of Crows Darts and Drinking Winter 1009!
Can you believe it's already 1009?
In the world of darts! Melody Nameless bested Sir Jeffeth in the final round with a score of 145 to 144! So close! The top throw of the night was from Melody herself, earlier in the tournament, with 146 points.
The drinking tournament was won by Princess Reese Grayson! She put down more Brother Winston's Winter Wry Whiskey* than even Sir Jeffeth! Congratulations Princess Reese!
A big thanks to everyone that showed up, and everyone who donated more than needed to partake. All the profits go to keeping the Crow Soup Kitchens (yes, we have two now!) running.
*In small text at the bottom.*
*Not endorsed by, supported by, or approved by the Faith of the Pantheon.
Can you believe it's already 1009?
In the world of darts! Melody Nameless bested Sir Jeffeth in the final round with a score of 145 to 144! So close! The top throw of the night was from Melody herself, earlier in the tournament, with 146 points.
The drinking tournament was won by Princess Reese Grayson! She put down more Brother Winston's Winter Wry Whiskey* than even Sir Jeffeth! Congratulations Princess Reese!
A big thanks to everyone that showed up, and everyone who donated more than needed to partake. All the profits go to keeping the Crow Soup Kitchens (yes, we have two now!) running.
*In small text at the bottom.*
*Not endorsed by, supported by, or approved by the Faith of the Pantheon.
Written By Eleyna
June 22, 2018, 10:36 a.m.(1/22/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Stefano
I should have done more to protect you. I should have done more for you, period.
I am sorry, my friend.
I am sorry, my friend.
Written By Lucita
June 22, 2018, 10:36 a.m.(1/22/1009 AR)
All this talk of rocking chairs!
It makes me think perhaps I should get a couple commissioned for the nursery so both the twins can be rocked at the same time. Thank goodness for nannies!
(and that is NOT a hint to give me one!)
It makes me think perhaps I should get a couple commissioned for the nursery so both the twins can be rocked at the same time. Thank goodness for nannies!
(and that is NOT a hint to give me one!)
Written By Gianna
June 22, 2018, 10 a.m.(1/22/1009 AR)
The second performance at the Spirits was less successful than the first, I think. Though patrons didn't seem impressed by the song sung in their native tongue, they warmed considerably to the bawdy tune that followed. I have to wonder if moving directly to a bawdy tune for the second performance was a wise move.
Written By Orelia
June 22, 2018, 9:44 a.m.(1/22/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Luca
Eegads, I have a patron. Though people seem generally to look at me askance when I tell them just who it is...
I remain uncertain quite what the Prince sees in me. Perhaps nothing more than a shared passion for apathy. And haze. And whiskey. But, if imy proclivities ensure training under arguably one of the finest Champions in the Guild, then so be it!
I remain uncertain quite what the Prince sees in me. Perhaps nothing more than a shared passion for apathy. And haze. And whiskey. But, if imy proclivities ensure training under arguably one of the finest Champions in the Guild, then so be it!
Written By Orelia
June 22, 2018, 9:39 a.m.(1/22/1009 AR)
An eventful few days, following my return to Arx. While I have thrown myself into training with the Champions, I have still found the time to reacquaint myself with the city and its various establishments. Being rather fond of rum and music of the bawdy sort, I find myself partial to spending time in the Ebb and Flow.. but there's something to be said for the subdued comfort of the Black Fox, too. And the company one finds there is rather more forthright, which suits me well. I met one particularly buxom healer whose company was most palatable.
My room within the Keep needs some sprucing up, however. That ought to be my main task today, having accomplished little more than a rather unsteady walk, yesterday.
Note to self: a combination of whiskey, coffee, haze and dust is perhaps -not- the breakfast of Champions, after all. Unless you're Luca.
My room within the Keep needs some sprucing up, however. That ought to be my main task today, having accomplished little more than a rather unsteady walk, yesterday.
Note to self: a combination of whiskey, coffee, haze and dust is perhaps -not- the breakfast of Champions, after all. Unless you're Luca.
Written By Khanne
June 22, 2018, 9:17 a.m.(1/22/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Gwenna
You are far too kind to me. I just happened to visit Lottie's and see the treats. I had to share them! They are wonderful! (Thank you Lovely Lottie!) I am glad I am able to make you smile when you didn't know yo needed to. Hopefully, this is a trend that spreads to others and that can continue on for some time. Smiles, true, happy smiles, are beautiful!
Written By Violet
June 22, 2018, 6:38 a.m.(1/21/1009 AR)
It has been an interesting week so far. Thefts and Murders and Shining Coins. I was doing payroll. My eyes still have a blur. I am keeping an eye on whites to see if anyone has an idea of what that was. My condolences go out to House Gilden. I can't say I have personally known any of those who have been murdered recently, but I know the pain of losing those closest to you all too well. I do hope that the culprit is caught and justice done soon. I will certainly be keeping an eye out for them on my patrols.
Written By Snow
June 22, 2018, 6:29 a.m.(1/21/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Ingrid
So I have spent time traveling the hills around outside the city, looking for a lily of note that is hard to find here, and even more so when there is frost on everything. But there is a merchant at the market selling the oil from the flower and it is working just as good. Rose water is easy to be finding though, and so this will be a nice gift for Lady Ingrid. It is flowery, and I am to know that she prefers more spicy scents, but there is a nice pepper that I was able to find that is Rich. I am hoping that she will Like the gift. I think I have spent too much otherwise....
Written By Snow
June 22, 2018, 5:22 a.m.(1/21/1009 AR)
It has always worried me that I would not fit in, in a new place. I know that is strange but it is so very true. But Prince Darren, and others have made me feel so welcome, even though it is being hard for me to make sense of customs. After being from the cliffs and peeks, and seeing the vacancy, it is new to be in a large city with people of all different tribes, in one place. It is scary, but I am thinking that it is going to be fun when there is people to make roots with. There is even people I think I can call family someday. It is nothing but happiness for me. Even now I am smiling at the woman who takes down these words for me, though it is strange and difficult to make sense why it is that everything to be put in books. But I am trying and learning that they are important. I am not sure why though. Maybe one day I will understand fully.
Also, there is a woman who is interested in perfumes, and there is a man who is sad that I have met in the square. I want him to smile again. I have also met a knight A tall man. Very tall, much taller than me. But he is not like Magnus all giant and bulky. He is giant and lean! Ha, imagine if they were to brawl, there would be smashed everything, and Countess Paige would scold someone I am sure. But...maybe not since these people of my house seem to be of this sort. And it is nice to see them so close and really like family, born in tradition, and remembering what it is to be of north lands. Okay, I am done talking, but I am going to look over the books now to see just all that can be seen.
Also, there is a woman who is interested in perfumes, and there is a man who is sad that I have met in the square. I want him to smile again. I have also met a knight A tall man. Very tall, much taller than me. But he is not like Magnus all giant and bulky. He is giant and lean! Ha, imagine if they were to brawl, there would be smashed everything, and Countess Paige would scold someone I am sure. But...maybe not since these people of my house seem to be of this sort. And it is nice to see them so close and really like family, born in tradition, and remembering what it is to be of north lands. Okay, I am done talking, but I am going to look over the books now to see just all that can be seen.
Written By Rook
June 22, 2018, 3:42 a.m.(1/21/1009 AR)
I would just like everyone to know that I didn't do anything to the coins.
I also might be temporarily blind due to being in the Crown vault at the time of The Shinening.
I also might be temporarily blind due to being in the Crown vault at the time of The Shinening.
Written By Saoirse
June 22, 2018, 1:39 a.m.(1/21/1009 AR)
I mean, can anyone ever really KNOW anyone at all?
Written By Alayne
June 22, 2018, 1:13 a.m.(1/21/1009 AR)
I've arrived to Arx today, past trial; past tribulation and fallout, through winded roads and curved intersections, finally,
My first understanding of the city was that much of the facade I had left behind; much of the masquerade it sat under had remained the same. Feigned mirth, glee unending, from one end to the other. And like an old, ancient evil, this same masquerade didn't quite follow into the Lower Boroughs- no, it too was the same; it too sunk and drowned under the harsh reality of life everywhere one goes- poverty, parentless children and the ever-lingering stench of death.
It is an odd smell for death, however- odd to the shared experience I have of it. It is an old death; old not in time, but as of method of it. The kind that speaks of a foreboding truth beyond the understanding of averages. A monstrous killing, or set of killings, something outside the ordinary, permeates these dark, sprawling alleys. I couldn't understand it any better than I did in my last stumble to the Greenmarch lodge while under a drunken stupor. I felt shadows drag after me- shadows not of men, but reflections of a darkness I couldn't understand. Are the groundworks of the poor haunted? Or are we merely feeling; seeing a reflection of the darkest side of a flawed society, becoming manifest, as long forgotten truths once again resurface?
Perhaps it is just the rum. I hated it- shit is too sweet for me. I ought to attribute any further drunken-ness to wine.
I'll make note of that.
My first understanding of the city was that much of the facade I had left behind; much of the masquerade it sat under had remained the same. Feigned mirth, glee unending, from one end to the other. And like an old, ancient evil, this same masquerade didn't quite follow into the Lower Boroughs- no, it too was the same; it too sunk and drowned under the harsh reality of life everywhere one goes- poverty, parentless children and the ever-lingering stench of death.
It is an odd smell for death, however- odd to the shared experience I have of it. It is an old death; old not in time, but as of method of it. The kind that speaks of a foreboding truth beyond the understanding of averages. A monstrous killing, or set of killings, something outside the ordinary, permeates these dark, sprawling alleys. I couldn't understand it any better than I did in my last stumble to the Greenmarch lodge while under a drunken stupor. I felt shadows drag after me- shadows not of men, but reflections of a darkness I couldn't understand. Are the groundworks of the poor haunted? Or are we merely feeling; seeing a reflection of the darkest side of a flawed society, becoming manifest, as long forgotten truths once again resurface?
Perhaps it is just the rum. I hated it- shit is too sweet for me. I ought to attribute any further drunken-ness to wine.
I'll make note of that.
Written By Jordan
June 22, 2018, 12:17 a.m.(1/21/1009 AR)
Exhausting week. A lot of sparring and training going on, and Fieldstone's spear-tip left a bruise between my fourth and fifth ribs that's going to take awhile to heal. It also hurts a lot.
Also two abrasion wounds from a sword but I have no idea who did those. They got me good, though. Mental note for the week is: you're getting sloppy, watch your flank.
Have a nice week, city of Arx.
Also two abrasion wounds from a sword but I have no idea who did those. They got me good, though. Mental note for the week is: you're getting sloppy, watch your flank.
Have a nice week, city of Arx.
Written By Derovai
June 21, 2018, 11:35 p.m.(1/21/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Sabella
I suppose I'd have to start reading Lord Niklas' journal instead. As lengthy as his discursions are, though, I may never be done with it.
Written By Sabella
June 21, 2018, 9:44 p.m.(1/21/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Derovai
But then what would you do with all the extra time you find yourself with when not reading my journal, Master Voss?
Written By Appolonia
June 21, 2018, 9:34 p.m.(1/21/1009 AR)
Today I met a merchant lord, a lady medic, a lord who is exactly what he says he is, a craftswoman, a marquessa, and a knight. All of them were intriguing in their own ways, and a couple of them perhaps the most enjoyable people I have yet to speak with since my arrival in the city. Uncertain if any of them would be willing to play the game of two million questions with me, though.
The knight who is playing the game with me is up to ninety questions asked, but only eighty-nine answered. I do not take umbrage as I wait for his reply as I know he will respond. Sometimes the wait is the best part of the game, after all. The curiosity eating and gnawing at you until the answer arrives. Sometimes this can lead to a fleeting sense of disappointment but most other times it is the opening of a door.
The knight who is playing the game with me is up to ninety questions asked, but only eighty-nine answered. I do not take umbrage as I wait for his reply as I know he will respond. Sometimes the wait is the best part of the game, after all. The curiosity eating and gnawing at you until the answer arrives. Sometimes this can lead to a fleeting sense of disappointment but most other times it is the opening of a door.
Please note that the scholars may take some time preparing your journal for others to read.