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Written By Desiree

Sept. 26, 2021, 2:54 p.m.(4/11/1016 AR)

Relationship Note on Gawain

So, it was not the best idea to climb upon the snowy rooftop of the Blanchard house to gaze upon the heavens. It is a good thing the snow has thawed. Perhaps a redo is in our stars.

Written By Desiree

Sept. 26, 2021, 2:52 p.m.(4/11/1016 AR)

I had the distinct pleasure of watching my cousin, Princess Sorrel, instruct offense lessons to Inquisitor Insaya. She made it look so easy and I had to wonder how I would do in such a situation. My cousin did not go easy on the inquisitor and I understood why - if one can dodge random flying objects, one can dodge a sword. Or something like that. Needless to say, I was inspired. Not yet ready, but inspired.

Written By Xia

Sept. 26, 2021, 1:56 p.m.(4/10/1016 AR)

I wanted to see more than just Arx. I had to lay eyes on the rest of the continent, to see these places that so many plead for me to get my government involved with. It was a breathtaking spectacle, from the snows of the north to the beaches of the south. And now, seasons gone from Arx, I retrun to see what has taken place in my absence.

There's a dread and a joy both to be had in coming back to one's duty station.

Functionary of the Undying Empire.

Written By Jaenelle

Sept. 26, 2021, 12:32 p.m.(4/10/1016 AR)

Lady Medeia and the vintners of Saikland outdid themselves when they produced a wine to serve at the reception, and give to guests to take home with them afterwards. I shall reserve it for other special occasions, like Noah and I's second year anniversary. I have never had the pleasure of celebrating a second wedding anniversary before.

Written By Jaenelle

Sept. 26, 2021, 12:28 p.m.(4/10/1016 AR)

I can not express how grateful I am to all those who came to support Noah and me by attending our wedding reception. A lot of work went into the preparations, from the building of the maze itself to the party favors. Now that it is over, I admit I feel a bit sad. I have always enjoyed throwing myself into planning an event, and one as grand as this was something that I relished in. Perhaps I can convince others to allow me to assist in planning their parties as well!

I wish to thank Dame Ida for the beautiful daggers, as clearly Noah would have been put out if at least one of the favors wasn't something small and pointy. Master Ripley took my vision for our wedding rings and surpassed them.

Also thank you, Noah, for putting up with me during these past few months as planning and execution of plans occurred. I know I can be a perfectionist, and you kept me sane.

Written By Lisebet

Sept. 26, 2021, 10:41 a.m.(4/10/1016 AR)

Today's tea is a black tea, a mix of a variety of leaves that is a gentle morning wake up. Far gentler than my children were when they bounced on the bed.

Written By Ida

Sept. 26, 2021, 9:10 a.m.(4/10/1016 AR)

Sometimes, I get caught up in what seems to be the greater good and lose sight of what is truly important. I try not to scold myself too harshly for it, because I am only human, but oaths and steel - I need to be better than that.

Written By Amari

Sept. 26, 2021, 8:41 a.m.(4/10/1016 AR)

And then one day the snow was gone, and it was hot and muggy. Did we skip spring this year? I was looking forward to the apple blossoms.

Written By Tanith

Sept. 26, 2021, 1:18 a.m.(4/9/1016 AR)

'a summons to a secret courtyard
so quiet, candlelit shadow
lovers, young, do meet
velvet time stolen
hushed breath, pain sweet'

Apparently, drunk and very young, I wrote a wish in the form of poetry. It didn't unravel until later, but what it wove as a foundation was better, the rows had to be ripped up and redone.

It's been a long week. To have faith in a person like the sun rising, or the moon burning behind the clouds... do you know what that's like? I do. It's a sacred thing, to have and to know. If you know it's yours? Don't squander it, you fool. Never.

Written By Haakon

Sept. 26, 2021, 12:38 a.m.(4/9/1016 AR)

My deeds of the past year would utterly confound my ancestors.

I carried off a Lycene wife of noble blood, and wed her at the palace of House Thrax in Arx. They would hail these as accomplishments of a great war chief, until learning that the marriage was negotiated ahead of time with our allies of the Lyceum, and that the Prince of Thrax is our overlord.

I have raided up the Grey River as far as Bastion, and returned with prizes from their great cathedral. This would be the most famous deed of any reaver ever born of my blood, if it were not done to hand these holy prizes humbly back to the Faith in Arx, as we are their obedient allies.

I often wonder what my ancestors would make of my life, my House, and this world.
But they are dead now, and the Wind cares not.

Written By Cesare

Sept. 25, 2021, 11:21 p.m.(4/9/1016 AR)

There's so much to write I'm not quite sure where to begin. I am so grateful to everyone who came to mine and Lady Medeia's shared nameday celebration. It was a delightful time, and I discovered that my dear friend Evaristo is a wonderful gift-giver. You should see the lovely enameled jewelry chest he gave me; it matches my bedroom just perfectly. We had a pair of uninvited guests, and a mysterious but very beautiful lady left with one of them, a brunette woman. If anyone knows who these two are - a tall blonde man and a brunette lady, rather vocally displeased with Prodigals and Eswynd in particular - do let me know. I should like to speak with them further.

I had the pleasure of attending also the wedding reception of the Archduchess and Archduke-Consort Velenosa. It was truly a magnificent party, entirely worthy of two individuals of such standing. The newly redecorated Lenosia Labyrinth is marvelous; the Archduchess looked stunning, and the Archduke looked like he was wearing entirely black and gray, as he usually does. Some of the most wonderful party favors I've ever seen, and a guest list to envy. I was very privileged to speak to the Queen and Prince Aindre and was delighted to learn that Prince Aindre is a fan of the performing arts. I hope to see them at an upcoming performance, which is only a little daunting. I think being the focus of Queen Symonesse's radiant smile is more daunting, although daunting in a way which at once impresses the necessity of not disappointing her while also making one feel that they have everything they need within them /not/ to disappoint her. I also found the strangest little bag on the ground, and I am still uncertain if I was meant to find it, or if someone lost it.

Every day that passes I awake hoping to news that those I care for have returned from Bastion safe. As for myself, through sheer luck, skill, the favor of the gods, or all three, no-one was injured in our party. I somehow managed to talk my way into and out of danger, and Brother Oswyn played my captive with a panache which leads me to believe perhaps I should recruit him for the stage. I am truly grateful for the protection of Lady Kiera, Lord Vitalis, Sir Audgrim, and Raja Culler. I would not have been nearly so confident had I not known they were at my back. Onward we march; together we may accomplish much.

Written By Denica

Sept. 25, 2021, 11:10 p.m.(4/9/1016 AR)

I suppose I should write something profound but I fear, Scholar, I’ve had far too much rum and I have things to do.

The people I love, should know it. And if they don’t? There isn’t much I can say. Love is not in the words we speak but in the absence of them.

Love is a look. It’s a memory. A brush stroke. It is plans for the future. The belief in another. It is the air we breath and the tears that never come. It’s misbehaving; it’s laughing at the sky and screaming at the sea. A beautiful flower, the cut of a blade and drinks at dawn. It is everything.

It’s a pleasure painting you.

Written By Thea

Sept. 25, 2021, 10:32 p.m.(4/9/1016 AR)

I look at the people in my life scholar, and I think about how fortunate I am to know them. Whether we are close now or not, the impact they've each left is still remarkable. I've learned something from everyone I've crossed paths with and I deem myself forever lucky for it. Stop looking at me like that! I've grown a little sentimental the last few months or so!

Written By Kiera

Sept. 25, 2021, 8:19 p.m.(4/9/1016 AR)

Relationship Note on Richard

My brother has returned to the city. We spoke briefly and he seems to be doing well. I am thrilled to have both my brothers under a single roof again the family wyvernheart is whole once more

Written By Gwenna

Sept. 25, 2021, 6:40 p.m.(4/9/1016 AR)

I wish there was more I could do right now toward the efforts in Bastion. Sometimes the sword is, actually, mightier than the pen. Being able to discern trouble or scout are mightier than a well-timed suggestion. Much as I want to be there to try to do anything to help, I'd be more burden than anything else. I was in the Cathedral that night, and sometimes I still have dreams - or nightmares - about what occurred. For now, though, I will try to go about my usual duties and pray for those who bravely make their way to Bastion.

Written By Viviana

Sept. 25, 2021, 3:10 p.m.(4/9/1016 AR)

I overindulged. Shame on me. Lesson learned for today.

Written By Raymesin

Sept. 25, 2021, 11:37 a.m.(4/8/1016 AR)

Eh? No, Scholar, I'm not off to Bastion with our brave lads and lasses.

Some of us have to work for a living, and if I upset the client who booked me months ago there won't be any more silver coming from that direction.

Written By Titus

Sept. 25, 2021, 9:11 a.m.(4/8/1016 AR)

This week I have shown devotion to the Goddess of War, the Glowing Maiden of Glory with a Rite to Gloria at the holy encampment of the War Goddess herself. Two champions fought with fervor and excellence, and I am very proud how lord Haakon fought and took first blood against me. We are stronger for this and every time I fight with the Eswynds, I am glad.

And so after this, I will move to do a rite of cleansing in which I honour each of the gods with prayers and offerings to beseech them. This rite of cleansing I've been thinking on for some time. How heavy the veil has been draped across Arvum casting a shadow over things that should never have been forgotten and now are stolen or lost. How histories became legends, and those legends became fantastical myths and tales of vivid imaginations. How alliances simply were forgotten. How an entire people and empire became Lost, serpents slipped through the tall grass.

How bright truth will be when humanity steps out of the darkened cave and looks upon creation as if seeing a new world.

And what greater threats lurk that the veil was placed to hide minds from.

Written By Lucita

Sept. 25, 2021, 8:44 a.m.(4/8/1016 AR)

I was at Bastian, at the Cathedral, trying to protect my Arch-Duchess and the new Seraph and so many others. I want to return there to help scout but know I lack the stealth and streetwise ability to be able to sneak around and gather information well. The most I could do is serve as a distraction and that has its own hazards for my daggers and short spears can not long hold off such attackers as we faced before. The sensible thing is to recognize my limitations and accept them. I should be sensible, resist temptation to go anyhow, should know I might do more harm than the good I want to do. And so, this time, will remain home and prepare for what will follow these initial scouting missions.

Written By Raymesin

Sept. 25, 2021, 7:35 a.m.(4/8/1016 AR)

The last of the snow is gone, Scholar, even in that corner of the garden the sun never sees. Praise the gods for the joys of spring, I was starting to feel as though winter would never end.

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