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Written By Armel

May 30, 2017, 1:56 a.m.(7/20/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Alis

I don't need to be a Disciple of Limerance to see the love that you and Fiachra have for each other. May your years together be many and fruitful. May you bear many strong, faithful children, and raise them in the proud traditions of your great houses.

And may your enemies always tremble when they hear your very names on the wind.

Written By Narciso

May 30, 2017, 1:51 a.m.(7/20/1006 AR)

First, you need to grab your lute. If you don't have one, learn how to play, then get one. Next, you find a good, strong, old tree. You climb up that tree. Then you watch the stars fill the night sky. You tune your lute while you search your heart for something to fill the dark between the stars. When your lute is tuned, when you've found that which wants to leave your heart and fill your throat... That's when you sing.

If rocks are thrown your way, then congratulations, you now know you should never, ever, do it again. Better give that lute to someone else, and grab some of those rocks in case they turn out to be as bad as you are.

Written By Alis

May 30, 2017, 1:49 a.m.(7/20/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Fiachra

Rather then comment on what a swoon-worthy statement that is, were I the swooning type... I will instead say - Damn, that's hot. You'll be home soon, right?

Written By Fiachra

May 30, 2017, 1:45 a.m.(7/20/1006 AR)

Notice to all enemies of Arvum:

If you come for my wife, I -will- make you regret it. The bodies speak for themselves.

Written By Juliana

May 29, 2017, 11:14 p.m.(7/20/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Duarte

There was a merry war of wits between us, and I, I believe, won.

May the calf bring you many gallons of sweet cream. I hear cream is good for reducing burns, good Master. So she should come in useful.

Written By Juliana

May 29, 2017, 11:09 p.m.(7/20/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Cristoph

My cousin suggested that Duke Cristoph Laurent and I share a meal and he kindly obliged. It was an interesting evening; the Duke is a man of principle and deep thought. The conversation was charged and I look very much forward to spending more time with him again.

Written By Juliana

May 29, 2017, 11:06 p.m.(7/20/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Alrec

I was very, very stupid and he saw me to safety. There is something about the Admiral that I feel I recognize. There are so many layers to the world. There is the surface, the stories. Deeds done in the past that tongues still whisper of, and yet... is it ever as simple as the stories told? I think not. Ah well. The potted tree can only grow so tall. Limitations are forged by unchangeable circumstance.

Cryptic mystery writings.

Written By Eirene

May 29, 2017, 7:01 p.m.(7/20/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Larissa

As reported by Clarissa:

Tell Miss Butter I'm glad I got auctioned off for a shit ton of silver but also glad I'm one of the last. May be funny to us but yeah; not a joke elsewhere. Makes us damn lucky we're Arvani. Fuck, imagine if I got bought by some creeper and for life? I'd probably gut the fucker but eh. Don't put that last part in.

Message delivered:

To the most elegant Larissa Whisper,

I am glad that my participation both raised money for charity and awareness for our own liberties. I can only hope this brings us all a better understanding of just how beautiful life in Arvum is.

With all honor and admiration,
Lady Brigadier Eirene Malvici

Written By Eirene

May 29, 2017, 6:53 p.m.(7/20/1006 AR)

I know she reads my journals. So even if she won't reply to my messages I know she'll see this.

You're smart enough to know I'm pissed but you should know me well enough to know I'd rather tell you why in person and let you explain your side of things.

So. There's that.

Written By Katarina

May 29, 2017, 5:07 p.m.(7/19/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Fergus

Dear Fergus,

You were on a Valardin boat, and it tickles me pink to see that you enjoyed it.

Written By Carita

May 29, 2017, 2:17 p.m.(7/19/1006 AR)

(At night I tell my daughter stories. Frequently, I tell some of these stories to myself.)

Once Upon a Time,

There was a Miller that was so poor that he had nothing more than his mill and a large apple tree that stood behind it. Every spring the tree would blossom the pink of quartz. Every fall the tree would give apples the red of rubies. Every morning, the Miller would go into the forest to collect wood. One day as he was working, he was approached by a traveling merchant who said:

"Give me that which is behind your mill and I will make you rich."

"This must be the apple tree," thought the Miller.

When the Miller returned home, his wife implored him, asking where these sacks of grain came from, these bins full of vegetables and fruit. The Miller told his wife it was in return for the apple tree that was standing behind the mill.

The Miller's wife cried: "It was our daughter that was sweeping the yard behind our house, husband!"

The Miller's daughter was gentle as a dark-eyed doe, pious, and her heart was full of compassion for others.(This is when I pause for great effect and attempt not to laugh when I tap my finger against my daughter's nose.)

When the merchant came, and the Miller went to defend his daughter, she paused him.

"Father," she said "this is the deal that you have made. I will do as I will. I will leave with the merchant. I will travel far and I fear that I shall never return. Do not weep in sorrow or stamp your feet in anger because I know that you will not want for food in your bellies no longer."

(This is when Nerissa giggles, because I try to make it very silly.)

The Miller's daughter left with the merchant and went over the sea in a boat of silver and gold. There was a storm - not a true storm (as those frighten my little girl) - and bright light struck the ship in twain. The merchant went with the silver and sank down-down-down, the Miller's daughter with the gold sank down-down-down.

To the bottom of the sea. Quiet and blue.

(She loves this next part, but, I need to set my quill aside for the moment.)

Written By Aiden

May 29, 2017, 1:36 p.m.(7/19/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Ilvin

You listened without judgement. You advised without opinion. I will carry your words with me.

Written By Esoka

May 29, 2017, 11:25 a.m.(7/19/1006 AR)

Well, that was a day.

I'm not really one for gardening, but I think I did all right planting a tree. I dug a very large hole and then filled it up with dirt again. It excellent strength and endurance training. I should make a point to dig more holes.

I pray to Petrichor that my sapling grows strong. It will be a good tree, I think. It's just a spindly little red cedar now, but it looks healthy and if the land nurtures it I think it will do well. Blessed Aleksei and Sister Gisele spoke of returning here in a year, to see how the trees were growing. That would be a good thing, to mark this day. If I keep doing it, year after year, perhaps I'll be able to climb my tree. Not for a long time, though. I think I'd break it now.

It wasn't all trees. The Grayson Princess Cara gave birth, right then and there. I did not get too close to that, though to witness it at all was quite amazing. Perhaps Petrichor and the Queen of Endings worked some wonderful power for her and children.

Or perhaps it was just a day of very good things, which is enough. All honors to Mistress Leola Allenatore, Paladin of Groves, and Blessed Aureth, for their work to make things bloom again.

Written By Edward

May 29, 2017, 8:28 a.m.(7/19/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Magpie

We had a talk about events and charity. After becoming an observer to such things I now think you are more right than I had wished you to be. We should talk more on this.

Written By Merek

May 29, 2017, 5:16 a.m.(7/18/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Silas

I don't think we would've made it as well as we did in the siege without the Lord Commander. He is worthy of his title, if I haven't already written that. I am happy to continue serving under him.

Written By Merek

May 29, 2017, 5:15 a.m.(7/18/1006 AR)

7/18/1006 After the Reckoning. It's been a thousand and so since the Reckoning, and it seems that a millenia brings many new things to the world. I heard that a Princess gave birth, that is a happy event, as is the new planting that is going on to recover the lands outside of Arx. I should not have gotten so drunk at the medal ceremony, but it was a time for celebration and for remembering. At least I did not act too crazy! But it was nice to let go for once and be allowed to do these things, to remember people and celebrate them in our own way. I'm hopeful for the future of Arx, though there is still much work to be done.

Written By Silas

May 29, 2017, 4:54 a.m.(7/18/1006 AR)

Might be having too much fun with sewing now.

I should stop.

Written By Abbas

May 29, 2017, 3:23 a.m.(7/18/1006 AR)

Lord Darrow Darkwater is my champion. He stands as my axe in matters of dispute. The line starts there.

I trust the Knight of Sorrow in all tings. Including the protection of my life and of my interests.

As such he has earned my consideration as well. Any slight upon his station or attempt to do anything but increase his power in his lands with be met with hostility. Make no mistake about it. He has been a brother in blood and we have paid the tithe over and over. Such bonds do not falter.

Abbas Thrax

Written By Audric

May 29, 2017, 3:18 a.m.(7/18/1006 AR)

Audric's Rule Number Five of Being a Sellsword, of which he should probably compile somewhere: Never be unreasonable. If you ever give off the impression you can't be reasoned with, every fight is a fight to the last. This is a bad decision. Actually, I think this goes for more people than just sellswords. Should I change these to 'Audric's Rules of Being a Pragmatist And Not Getting Yourself Killed Because You're An Idiot'?

Written By Carita

May 29, 2017, 1:33 a.m.(7/18/1006 AR)

I refuse to allow corruption to remain hidden. If that makes me disgraceful, I will accept that.

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