Written By Katarina
Sept. 24, 2017, 1:18 p.m.(4/10/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Antonio
I'm beginning to think many of us did.
Written By Antonio
Sept. 24, 2017, 1:16 p.m.(4/10/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Denica
We may have had the same dream.
Written By Gaston
Sept. 24, 2017, 12:56 p.m.(4/10/1007 AR)
I'm not going to ride a bloody horse. I'll just make do on foot, dammit.
Written By Reigna
Sept. 24, 2017, 12:30 p.m.(4/10/1007 AR)
Kael and I have decided to take a trip to Oakhaven. It is past time that I go to meet my new people. With the weather getting warmer and the snows being less hindersome, now is the best time to do so. Before I am too ungainly to manage the trip. I am very much looking forward to meeting the people of Oakhaven. The first of many trips, certainly. We will have to return soon after Squall is born. I have an idea of a ceremony, a dedication of our child to the land, to the wind, to all of our Pantheon.
We shall see. Either way, I am very excited to see Oakhaven and Keaton Keep.
We shall see. Either way, I am very excited to see Oakhaven and Keaton Keep.
Written By Sparte
Sept. 24, 2017, 11:52 a.m.(4/10/1007 AR)
Finally back in Arx. It isn't that I dislike boats or water, but it was so strange being on an island. I hadn't realized how much good seafood there is out there, or how sick the bad seafood can make you. Though it was the first time in a while I was able to eat a carrot safely.
Written By Anze
Sept. 24, 2017, 11:21 a.m.(4/10/1007 AR)
Sometimes a night out really hits the spot. Felt that night was good for a lot of us.
Written By Edward
Sept. 24, 2017, 11:06 a.m.(4/10/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Valencia
An impromptu party at the Golden Hart was quite a pleasant diversion from other concerns. Thanks to Princess Valencia for the consideration and the invitation.
Written By Luca
Sept. 24, 2017, 8:07 a.m.(4/10/1007 AR)
Why in the Abyss am I having dreams of a sea goddess fighting great beast and a creepy guy rising out of the sea? Clearly I need to drink more before bed to put these things to rest.
Written By Luca
Sept. 24, 2017, 8:04 a.m.(4/10/1007 AR)
Hurray for suicide missions that don't end in our suicides! Home safe and Ribbons intact. Mission success as far as I'm concerned.
Written By Malesh
Sept. 24, 2017, 7:01 a.m.(4/9/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Gailin
Returned to Arx after the victorious liberation of Cedar Vale. There is much rebuilding to be done, but soon I will make his new position official. Until then, celebrations for his triumphant return.
Written By Logan
Sept. 24, 2017, 7 a.m.(4/9/1007 AR)
Sons and daughters,
Let me tell you a little about the work I am doing here in Arx. It is kind of a big deal. Coming to Arx following defeat, I felt I had a lot to prove and father always said that when you have a Halfshav with something to prove, you put them at the front. That is what my duke did and made me minister of coin for the house. With all eyes on me, now if I fail I will not only fail you but the confidence the duke put in our family. If I succeed, I will have the opportunity to really leave a imprint on this world and someday raise above my station.
Love sincerely,
Your father.
Let me tell you a little about the work I am doing here in Arx. It is kind of a big deal. Coming to Arx following defeat, I felt I had a lot to prove and father always said that when you have a Halfshav with something to prove, you put them at the front. That is what my duke did and made me minister of coin for the house. With all eyes on me, now if I fail I will not only fail you but the confidence the duke put in our family. If I succeed, I will have the opportunity to really leave a imprint on this world and someday raise above my station.
Love sincerely,
Your father.
Written By Malesh
Sept. 24, 2017, 6:57 a.m.(4/9/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Valencia
Made time to attend another one of Princess Valencia's events. Her patience and diplomacy is an inspiration. I would, and do, recommend her establishment with great vigor.
Written By Sebastian
Sept. 24, 2017, 5:30 a.m.(4/9/1007 AR)
Each night is a walk along the same precipice. The heavens are alight with a spray of stars, and beneath, the endless waves of the deepest ocean. Or perhaps a sea of grasping hands that reach up, ever upward, reaching to pull one under. There's no advancing, no retreating, only the constant feeling of that momentary rush before one either catches one's self, or lets one's self slip.
Written By Gideon
Sept. 24, 2017, 5:17 a.m.(4/9/1007 AR)
I feel it pulling on me lately, again I wake at night, the same dream. Those twisted words roll around in my head, how many times had I heard them? How much pain did it cause? I feel I must write, these scars prove my mortality as well as my resilience. Every moment fills me with fear that it could be my last. My friend was attacked, sweet Titania, why would anyone hurt that poor child? I got so angry that it took me again, in front of her, I seen the fear it caused. Harald and Margot gave me new pieces of armor, and though they will better my survivability, it scares me. It is the embodiment of the monster that lies beneath. A creature with one eye, soaked in blood. Never have they asked for details on what happened to me in the first place, perhaps it's better that way. I had my reasons, but some would never forgive those sins, the gods will not. Perhaps my wife, or unborn child. I do not want him to see it, that twisted part, the one buried far below. When I put on that one eyed helmet, it slips away, ever so slightly, as if putting a mask on the part of me I don't want. I'll need it in battle, the coming days need warriors more than sad men. Harald, Tiana, I think I even slipped a little in a soar some time ago, the looks that the others there had, they seen it. Gods, surely you hate me, but I need your strength. Victoria needs a sane uncle, Merida a husband, and few a friend. My child needs a father, but you know I cannot escape mine. We are all bound to our blood. Forgive me Margot for who I've become, and what I will do. A doting uncle will not win the wars to come. A crimson son of Donrai will.
Written By Esoka
Sept. 24, 2017, 2:32 a.m.(4/9/1007 AR)
The paintings I saw at the Freedom Art Show have stayed with me all week. They made me feel many things. Anger and dread at the Archfiend of Slavery, but a resolve to fight it as well. The images of Eurus and the chains so many of its people live in were awful, and I think Prince Mason showed great courage in having those images depicted. Even if we cannot change it from where we are, perhaps understanding it may help in the long.
As for the thralls. All I have to say is this. I would not want to be a thrall. If someone can honestly say it's a life they'd choose for someone they cared for, I don't understand that person very well at all. I gave a little to go toward paying off their debts. Not much, my means are not great, but I hope it will help.
These were not beautiful images, but they were striking and important, and not all things in this world are beautiful. They were true, and Fortunato Grayhope depicted them with a master's talent and courage.
The painting that most haunts my thoughts, though, is the one by the anonymous artist. Perhaps because it hits closer to myself than the others. The one of the figures in alaricite and diamondplate treading on the smaller figures in simpler garb as they fight things they consider larger. I wish I knew who painted this. I'd like to thank them, for the image will live in my mind and heart, even if I'm not sure exactly what I take from it yet. Perhaps just that I need to be better, too, at seeing the muck around me.
As for the thralls. All I have to say is this. I would not want to be a thrall. If someone can honestly say it's a life they'd choose for someone they cared for, I don't understand that person very well at all. I gave a little to go toward paying off their debts. Not much, my means are not great, but I hope it will help.
These were not beautiful images, but they were striking and important, and not all things in this world are beautiful. They were true, and Fortunato Grayhope depicted them with a master's talent and courage.
The painting that most haunts my thoughts, though, is the one by the anonymous artist. Perhaps because it hits closer to myself than the others. The one of the figures in alaricite and diamondplate treading on the smaller figures in simpler garb as they fight things they consider larger. I wish I knew who painted this. I'd like to thank them, for the image will live in my mind and heart, even if I'm not sure exactly what I take from it yet. Perhaps just that I need to be better, too, at seeing the muck around me.
Written By Reigna
Sept. 24, 2017, 12:52 a.m.(4/9/1007 AR)
The tidings of late have been so dire. And I admit I feel more than a little trepidation about what lays ahead. It seems, almost, as if there are two worlds. My day to day in which my back often aches and Kael and I talk about what we need in a nursemaid. And then there is the other world in which reality seems on a hinge and things are happening that I can barely comprehend.
We live in interesting times. I hope I did not make a mistake in bringing our Squall into the world as it is. Will it be safe for them?
We live in interesting times. I hope I did not make a mistake in bringing our Squall into the world as it is. Will it be safe for them?
Written By Valencia
Sept. 24, 2017, 12:32 a.m.(4/9/1007 AR)
New season. New opportunities.
With life, luck and love wonderful things will come along with the spring blossoms, I think.
I am hopeful, perhaps a little frightened, too. But so very resolved to see my way bravely forward. I must admit there is an eager anticipation that makes me smile perhaps far too much. Gods, it seems foolish to hope so much for such things. Like a call for fate to take bad turn, but I cannot help it.
And, if these things than make heart sing so beautifully do not come to bear, so be it. If all else fails, at least there will at least be beautiful blossoms and a promise of new and wonderful things to come for so many others. The sultry nights of summer will come soon enough.
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With life, luck and love wonderful things will come along with the spring blossoms, I think.
I am hopeful, perhaps a little frightened, too. But so very resolved to see my way bravely forward. I must admit there is an eager anticipation that makes me smile perhaps far too much. Gods, it seems foolish to hope so much for such things. Like a call for fate to take bad turn, but I cannot help it.
And, if these things than make heart sing so beautifully do not come to bear, so be it. If all else fails, at least there will at least be beautiful blossoms and a promise of new and wonderful things to come for so many others. The sultry nights of summer will come soon enough.
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Written By Sophie
Sept. 24, 2017, 12:03 a.m.(4/9/1007 AR)
I swear, Mother Magrithe's disappointment at my lackluster ability to raise funds is so acute that it can be felt all the way from the Shining Lands.
The Harrowed Heart program continues to slowly trod along. So slowly that it behooves me to seek further help to acquire the necessary resources, although I am grateful for all that dearest Saedrus and Whisper House have done, and I am grateful for all who have already lent their support. I am certain we will have need for these therapeutic services in the years to come, and I fear it will be so much sooner than later.
The Harrowed Heart program continues to slowly trod along. So slowly that it behooves me to seek further help to acquire the necessary resources, although I am grateful for all that dearest Saedrus and Whisper House have done, and I am grateful for all who have already lent their support. I am certain we will have need for these therapeutic services in the years to come, and I fear it will be so much sooner than later.
Written By Mayir
Sept. 23, 2017, 9:38 p.m.(4/9/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Magpie
Magpie and I have been on the same sailings for years. Sail with someone that long and you get close. You learn each other's ways. He suggested I be adopted into the Grayhopes and there was no way I was going to say no to a respectable middle-class family like that.
We had a good sailing these last days with a lot of success. We're a good team, Magpie and me. I may not be as fond as the sea as he, but we're unstoppable on his cutter.
We had a good sailing these last days with a lot of success. We're a good team, Magpie and me. I may not be as fond as the sea as he, but we're unstoppable on his cutter.
Written By Katarina
Sept. 23, 2017, 1:46 p.m.(4/8/1007 AR)
I just realized that I'm the only of my sisters to not have a child, or pregnant. Maybe I should take some shore leave....
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