Written By Varosh
March 11, 2022, 2:39 p.m.(4/6/1017 AR)
With winter gone, I return to my people, having walked the cold shores in search of what I cannot say, they know that I hunt them or perhaps they do not and if so, so much the better.
Written By Kiera
March 11, 2022, 2:39 p.m.(4/6/1017 AR)
I spoke with Princess terese about her upcoming dance of blades events. I am amused and excited for this. I wonder how many will be brave enough to fight in gowns
Written By Aconite
March 11, 2022, 2:18 p.m.(4/6/1017 AR)
The Thaw is my favorite time of year. When things return to life, to color. Maybe this year will bring a change.
Written By Valencia
March 11, 2022, 12:22 p.m.(4/6/1017 AR)
Reckless passion can be costly, but some things are worth the price.
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Written By Mabelle
March 11, 2022, 10:22 a.m.(4/6/1017 AR)
Spring is here and my birthday is near. With the baking contest being planned, I think I need to find a really sweet challenge.
Written By Mabelle
March 11, 2022, 10:16 a.m.(4/6/1017 AR)
It is very satisfying when things abruptly make sense.
Written By Lisebet
March 11, 2022, 7:51 a.m.(4/6/1017 AR)
The Nox'alfar embassy is such a strange place. Amusing but full of oddities.
Ambassador Saccharin was delightful and charming, as always. I am glad I went to hear the questions and answers that were given. And also to chat with some old friends.
Ambassador Saccharin was delightful and charming, as always. I am glad I went to hear the questions and answers that were given. And also to chat with some old friends.
Written By Monique
March 11, 2022, 2:57 a.m.(4/5/1017 AR)
I will miss winter.
Written By Kiera
March 10, 2022, 10:12 p.m.(4/5/1017 AR)
Praise to the those who use song and shadow to bring truth to light. for it is such acts of quiet courage that our hope of tomorrow rests
Written By Calista
March 10, 2022, 8:06 p.m.(4/5/1017 AR)
Let the shedding of the thick, fur cloaks commence. There are many (wonderful) things awaiting for so many of us this Spring. I am beginning to smell the garden in bloom.
Written By Ailys
March 10, 2022, 6:35 p.m.(4/5/1017 AR)
I feel like my head is about to explode.
Written By Caspian
March 10, 2022, 5:52 p.m.(4/5/1017 AR)
The meeting at the Nox embassy was quite not what i was expecting, but absolutely marvelous. Just being able to hear most of the questions made it so much fun!
Written By Piccola
March 10, 2022, 12:33 p.m.(4/4/1017 AR)
The fruits of war, piled up like sand, witness mutely that being mortal we ought never cast our thoughts too high, for arrogance in full bloom bears a crop of ruinous folly from which it reaps a harvest all of tears.
Written By Ailys
March 10, 2022, 11:33 a.m.(4/4/1017 AR)
There are so changes to Arx since I was here last. Cousin Keely introduced me to the chocolate coffee at Bold Espressions. Definitely worth another visit.
Written By Monique
March 9, 2022, 11:45 p.m.(4/3/1017 AR)
I don't need to write a journal to commemorate today, really. It will remain burned in my memory for the rest of my life. I have never so enjoyed being on a ship before. Nor being so battered and bruised. Every nerve ending sings. Thank goodness for having a talented physician.
Today. It was a beautiful day.
Today. It was a beautiful day.
Written By Gael
March 9, 2022, 3:47 p.m.(4/2/1017 AR)
A distant shrill, wild and clear, that cracked trumpet that when blown gives off an eerie, atonal clang that resonates across every ship. It bound off of hulls, I remember. Filtered into galleys, holds, every captain's cabin. And from that wild darkness were gulls once belled, that hateful silence, churning. You've shown it to us.
At your behest, omens were formed in the fabric of things, and only now do they begin to make sense; to take shape, in the fire. Some were once taken as nothing more than hollow misgivings, but these now they've crept through my body like sourceless aches one wakes with, and can never be rid of.
Now, it is lightning-plain, Goddess. A promise of flame.
Rise and spread.
At your behest, omens were formed in the fabric of things, and only now do they begin to make sense; to take shape, in the fire. Some were once taken as nothing more than hollow misgivings, but these now they've crept through my body like sourceless aches one wakes with, and can never be rid of.
Now, it is lightning-plain, Goddess. A promise of flame.
Rise and spread.
Written By Giada
March 9, 2022, 12:09 p.m.(4/2/1017 AR)
Thank the gods. That damnable snow is gone.
Written By Giada
March 9, 2022, 12:03 p.m.(4/2/1017 AR)
It's difficult for me to respect people who have no drive, but that's probably my fault.
Written By Macario
March 9, 2022, 9:05 a.m.(4/2/1017 AR)
I will no longer complain about the weather. See you next winter, well-timed complaints!
Written By Sunaia
March 9, 2022, 8:34 a.m.(4/2/1017 AR)
Spring at last! Mud, patchy grass, and the smell of everything waking again.
We're going on our first ride of the season, and it was his idea!
Whatever it was, it worked out beautifully. Like all of his plans.
E, I hope you can read this scribble. Don't include the trail map, I'm not done with that yet.
We're going on our first ride of the season, and it was his idea!
Whatever it was, it worked out beautifully. Like all of his plans.
E, I hope you can read this scribble. Don't include the trail map, I'm not done with that yet.
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