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Written By Mason

May 21, 2017, 10:26 p.m.(7/4/1006 AR)

I have had a day with as many ups and downs as the great dunes of sand around Ahj'on. I thank those that have have written or spoke their support of my feelings. I did not anticipate such interest in my humble writing upon these pages. Please know that what I share next is not meant to shame anyone and I have no desire to make enemies of any of the wonderful people of this great city.

I feel very strongly about this subject, and slavery is not an easy subject for honest discussion. A smarter person than I pointed out to me today that the First Choice chose *our* city.. I say 'our' because I consider myself an Arxian as much as the next. I have come to call it home. Therefore, if the First Choice chose this to be his place of new beginnings, then we must pay him the respect he deserves and try to better ourselves towards greater freedoms.

It is the smallest grain of sand that contributes to the most devastating of sand storms. I doubt the grains of sand intended to cause damage or hurt others, yet they do.

I understand that the residents of Arx do not see what I see. How can they? It may seem I am nitpicking ... semantics? Perhaps. I cannot control the fear in my heart. Perhaps that is my failing. There are many dark things in this world that begin with 'willing' participants. I know of too many of them, and I have seen what it can become...

Lastly, I do not presume to speak for any thralls on this matter, but I do wonder what their feelings are about such great sums of money being spent on a willing auction when their own lives are still in bondage.

Written By Edward

May 21, 2017, 10:21 p.m.(7/4/1006 AR)

Standing on the ramparts today I looked out at the land devastated by the siege. For miles around the city and that high of a vantage you could see the rack and ruin of the land where forests once stood and were turned into instruments of war. Where fields that once might have held crops are now rolled up because portions of an army camped there. And then the demon blight that will remain.

If only silver and good intentions could fix the land as well, so those displaced could return to rebuild their homes and lives.

Written By Cicero

May 21, 2017, 10:13 p.m.(7/4/1006 AR)

Timing, good and bad
Bad for me, good for others
Favor will be called

Written By Ansel

May 21, 2017, 10:11 p.m.(7/4/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Marius

Time and time again, I am grateful for the few friends I've made in the city. Time and time again, my brother-in-law's name is chief among them.

Written By Ulfric

May 21, 2017, 9:58 p.m.(7/4/1006 AR)

Today I danced with two princesses.

Two.

Whole.

Princesses.

And I didn't even accidentally bodyslam either of them. It's a lot easier when your room isn't rockin' back and forth, that's for damn sure.

Written By Merek

May 21, 2017, 9:52 p.m.(7/4/1006 AR)

The Iron Guard recruitment seems to be going well for the Lord Commander. It looks like Arx is well on the path of recovery, but it is still quite a road ahead. Many people won't truly forget what happened, but I think it's nice that there are charities, fundraisers, as well as many other things, to relieve their minds of the siege for a while. I know it has helped me a bit.

Written By Olivia

May 21, 2017, 9:47 p.m.(7/4/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Cara

A cousin of ours by marriage and perhaps in other esoteric ways (I am very bad at family trees). After hearing many speak of her and her new status, I got to see her again for the first time again at a ball the Graysons were holding. She was very pregnant but also very kind to me, even keeping her dog from troubling me. She helped introduce me to several people at the ball, a kindess for which I was quite grafetul.

Written By Cicero

May 21, 2017, 9:45 p.m.(7/4/1006 AR)

Fresh faces, new blood
The Consortium expands.
Opportunity

Written By Jael

May 21, 2017, 9:44 p.m.(7/4/1006 AR)

I had the pleasure of sharing a table, if briefly, with Prince Mason at the recent auction at the Whisper House. Between his insights and those of the others who shared my table, I found myself with a new perspective on the event. I am still far too ignorant of the nuances of the situation to form a firm opinion one way or the other, but in the spirit of striving for understanding, the Laurents will also match Sister Gisele's auction bid in the form of a donation to the discipleship of the First Choice.

In addition we would like to extend an invitation to Prince Mason to join us, at his convenience, for an informal salon, that we may get to know him and the people and places dear to him better.

Written By Olivia

May 21, 2017, 9:42 p.m.(7/4/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Aislin

My older sister Aislin is very much unlike me, a stoic and serious woman, and this is something I have come to understand evermore since I returned. She is weighed down by many burdens, by the knowledge of many secrets she has uncovered for the good of others. But beneath it, I think that her seriousness makes her all the more loving, that she is as serious about that as any other thing, and it reassures me whenever we speak.

Written By Olivia

May 21, 2017, 9:40 p.m.(7/4/1006 AR)

Weeks ago, I wrote of the black rose I received at the new Temple of the First Choice. I planted the cutting, but feared over its progress for many days. This morning, though, when I went to check upon it, I saw the most wonderous thing: it had begin to properly root, to take hold of the earth and grow true. A part of me wishes to think of it like any other flower, to be happy simply for the blooming life... though another part also wonders what it means, given the legend I was told, how no one else had succeeded in growing such a flower. In any case, I am eager to tell others of this, including Brother Aleksei and the strange woman who gave me the cutting.

Written By Titania

May 21, 2017, 9:29 p.m.(7/4/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Edward

Being new I have tried my best to meet as many new people as I can and I have done so. But here recently I meet Lord Edward, our first meeting was not a very long one as he was looking for Lady Octavia but today I went out to the ramparts to truly see the damage, I was heart broken at what I saw, the destruction and devastation. This is where I meet him again, we sat and spoke longer this time I find myself growing fond of him even though we have only meet a few times and I look forward to speaking with him again.

Written By Leta

May 21, 2017, 9:29 p.m.(7/4/1006 AR)

I think I'm learning a few things about Lycene history and customs. Mostly customs, if I am to tell the truth, not so much the history, but I guess history's got some things to say about customs and such.

The story of Orlando is a bit much, with all the torturing in the end, and I get the feeling some folk don't like it much. Not Lycene folk, but folk. But it was payback, not just something he thought up one day just because he was mad. And maybe in the end all that torturings made things a bit more peaceful because folk was afraid of messing with Velenosa that way. And maybe in the end that means fewer folk getting murdered if you add them all up.

It's in the Hall of Heroes for some reason. It's made me think, anyhow. I'm not sure what I think about it, but it's made me think.

Written By Niccolo

May 21, 2017, 9:22 p.m.(7/4/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Calypso

Often I find myself thinking I have few friends. This never bothers me, for friends are a rare commodity that should be valued once one is found. Calypso is such a person, and one that I'm proud to call my friend. She has accomplished much, done much, and given a lot of herself to help keep the people of Arx, and the Compact safe.

Thank you, Lady General.

Written By Freja

May 21, 2017, 9:21 p.m.(7/4/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Cybele

When I first met Cy I didn't know what to think. There was confusion, having never heard of the Children of the Sun and the Moon. As time as passed we have grown closer and I find myself leaning on them for a great deal of support in all things, spiritual and otherwise. I am thankful to call Cy both friend and ally as we face down the abyss and strengthen our faith, not only for ourselves but for others. You make my duty a happy one.

Written By Freja

May 21, 2017, 9:19 p.m.(7/4/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Gisele

For some time now I have been trying to think of small gifts, tokens to thank those that helped me to vanquish the Pale Man. Hers was a mystery up until now, but it has dawned on me!

I do -love- a good pun.

Written By Larissa

May 21, 2017, 9:18 p.m.(7/4/1006 AR)

That Auction! Of course every time we are asked to host or participate in an event, there is that trepidation of whether or not it will succeed... Whispers, in particular, as this is our domain. We are the entertainers of Arx and when our attempts fail we always see it as a direct reflection of our own flaws.

But Arx. You have outdone yourselves. I cannot even begin to take the credit for co-hosting, it was as though the auction transcended a hosted event and turned into something all it's own. I am so humbled by the gracious generosity I was witness to last night. I am thankful to live among people who are not afraid to stand for their beliefs, who are not afraid to set aside their pride for a cause, who are not afraid to do what they can to make their home better. It is brave to put yourself on display for all to see and I was honored find our many participants did so with grace and finesse. I am proud to announce that our total earnings last night total to an impressive 673, 362 silver. I would like to think that this will benefit so many people and am so eager to see our city begin to heal. I thank everyone for their participation from the bottom of my heart.

Written By Freja

May 21, 2017, 9:16 p.m.(7/4/1006 AR)

The winter's thaw has come and as we shake this dust from our shoulders, eyes blinking in perplexion at the warmth of the sun, we find that the lights that lead the way are blinding. Still, follow them we shall.

Written By Khanne

May 21, 2017, 9:16 p.m.(7/4/1006 AR)

Books. I had a dream about books. It was... abstract, really. Just towers of books climbing higher and higher, turning slowly in a spiral that reached up into the clouds, and went down further than my eye could see. I was floating, there was no ground. Just me... and the books surrounding me. I was not trapped, it was not unpleasant... just leaves me to wonder what it all means...

Written By Gisele

May 21, 2017, 9:14 p.m.(7/4/1006 AR)

I told jokes today, and no one threw anything at me, or groaned, or told me to stop. People even applauded! I think this must mean my practice these past weeks has been paying off. I am developing an ability with humour that I didn't possess before. In Death's honour, I record one of my jokes:

What is it called when you're smothered with a book?
Literally murder.

All praise to you, Queen of Endings.

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