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Written By Edward

April 21, 2017, 12:32 p.m.(4/24/1006 AR)

Prince Aiden hosted a spectacular event at The Golden Heart. It was well put together and featured some great talent, with an ending that should see some bardic gossip in the coming days.

Written By Armel

April 21, 2017, 12:28 p.m.(4/24/1006 AR)

*From the Journal of Sir Armel Godsworn (real surname unknown), submitted and logged*

Tonight, we go to face a demon of might and power second only to the likes of Brand himself. He knows we are coming, so no point in hiding it. We will either stand victorious, with all the dead avenged..Or we will all be dead for nothing, and many, many more will suffer.

To all those I have promised not to go off and die? I hope you understand why I have to do this.

To all those depending on me to help lead the Knights in the final battle? I hope you forgive me for why I must take this risk.

To the woman who I made a promise to always be there to....I hope you will be able to forgive me for this. I know you understand, but that's not the same.

Walk in the Light.

Written By Harper

April 21, 2017, 10:56 a.m.(4/23/1006 AR)

Been quiet these last coupla days, like, patrollin and drinkin. Trainin. Readin. I CAN RUN FASTER in my kit now, patron. You'd like that. Gettin sneakier like, too. But I'm MODEST 'bout my successes.

Got some real nice letters from Nim. Yeah, you needs an insult - you get 'em from her.

Missed that feast at the Hart th' other day, blast, I'd woulda love to stuff my face while honorin Gloria - but, some of us gotta work when th' other guys are playin. That's a fact. But that really ain't the point of this entry (ain't rambling, Scholar. Eat yer lemon cake and let me write.)

I woke up this mornin at th' Crown and there was a messenger at the door with a package from Lord Boss. Boss Whitehawk. Bosshawk. Yeah, Bosshawk. From a shy (I laughed) and anonymous benefactor.

It's. Rubicund. It's the tits.

Written By Octavia

April 21, 2017, 10:21 a.m.(4/23/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Ford

Brother dear, every time you come home from a battle injured, I see Renatta's face, hear her pleas, and remember how all of my planning didn't save her. Every wound you take is a dagger in my heart. You've always been the bold one and I the resolute one, but if you die on me

**scholar's note: this journal was found on a desk in the archive, incomplete, and has been filed as it was.

Written By Aiden

April 21, 2017, 10:10 a.m.(4/23/1006 AR)

The Tribute feast went well, I think.
Gloria was praised well.

Written By Thena

April 21, 2017, 10 a.m.(4/23/1006 AR)

I had a very good time at Prince Aiden's tribute feast. That was...unexpected.

I'm sorry, Petrae, even if you're probably dead. I feel the city pulling me back in. Maybe this is how it was always going to be and it was just a matter of time.

Written By Charlaine

April 21, 2017, 8:42 a.m.(4/23/1006 AR)

I hope this journey I am on proves to be one that paies off. I have become voice to my house.

Written By Khanne

April 21, 2017, 8:31 a.m.(4/23/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Eirene

When this siege is over, I am going to hold a fancy party with strict rules of dress, just so I can invite Eirene and see that she is able to express the novelty she promised/threatened/wishes for.

Written By Seva

April 21, 2017, 6:27 a.m.(4/23/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Ford

Marquis Ford Kennex's arm did not set alight and burn off when my bandages and salve were applied. I suppose my years spent secluded were worth it after all.

Though it'd be morbidly funny to imagine Ford as one armed. Does that make me a bad person? He's just so easy to pick on even if I find myself growing fond of his quips.

Secretly, I'm excited to see him healed up. Fighting lessons from that man will be interesting to be certain.

If I die during them, I will give all my incense sticks to my uncle, Dominic. He needs them more than I do.

Written By Seva

April 21, 2017, 6:11 a.m.(4/23/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Shadow

I had not expected to receive such kindness from such a large and intimidating man. Nor did I think that such lovely crafts could come from someone whose hands looked so rough.

It's easy to become lost in the noble way of seeing things. I'm ashamed for judging him, for forgetting that people are more than the sum of their looks and social standing.

Shadow didn't judge me. He was kind and accepted my offer of help without trying to take advantage of me.

It's funny how I look forward to running errands for an injured commoner more than I do spending time with my fellows.

Written By Tobias

April 21, 2017, 4:58 a.m.(4/23/1006 AR)

Golden Hart tournaments have a nice atmosphere.

Not enough restriction for the contestants, though. Allowing a bench to the head? That's asking for serious damage, even first week Crimson Blade initiates know that.

Could be the Prince felt it was a lesson?

Wasn't my contest, but anyone who tries that on me gets a punch to the head. See how they like it.

Written By Audric

April 21, 2017, 4:03 a.m.(4/23/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Serafine

My endless wit and boundless quips cannot be silenced.

Written By Serafine

April 21, 2017, 4:02 a.m.(4/23/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Audric

I hate you. So very, very much.



Stop wearing out my messenger. Gods above, man...

Written By Serafine

April 21, 2017, 3:57 a.m.(4/23/1006 AR)

So I opened my eyes to three kids staring down at me. Right fun that was, turns out they're Iron Guard trainees. My own little wetwork team.

I mean-

Scratch that, scholar, would you?

Thanks...


I've a collection of students now! Trainees from the Iron Guard, orphans of the conflicts. Camping them out in the living room for the time being, hoping Leta doesn't pop her skull when she sees them following me around -everywhere-.

Cute lot, though. Smart too. Serafine's Soldiers.

Dammit, Silas.

Written By Silas

April 21, 2017, 3:28 a.m.(4/23/1006 AR)

Prince Aiden threw a very entertaining contest. I fear I may have been the most boring contestant! But I enjoyed myself thoroughly.

Ended up with a tiebreaker and Dame Serafine and I had to square off for the prize. I am not used to fighting 'Lycene-style' and dueling without armor. I like the familiarity of hearing myself clunk when I move around.

But I thought I'd give it a shot. My moose-style swordsmanship seems to have carried the day once again, regardless!

Written By Serafine

April 21, 2017, 1:41 a.m.(4/23/1006 AR)

Lord Silas hits like a damn moose. Ow. Eight guards to fight and run circles around and he knocks me on my ass like we're sparring.

I need to work on my tells.

Good fight, well done, also I think I've got a broken rib.

Prig.

Written By Reese

April 21, 2017, 12:17 a.m.(4/23/1006 AR)

Baron Silas Whitehawk will make a wonderful Baron.

I am happy for him. His success is well earned.

He has served Compact and the Graysons so loyally.

As Commander of the Iron Guard, he has done much to keep us all safe.

Princess Reese

Written By Ann

April 20, 2017, 11:51 p.m.(4/22/1006 AR)

Document the twelfth:

1 infuriating cousin
2 shots of whisky
3 more shots of whisky
4 more...

You get the idea.

Written By Dominique

April 20, 2017, 10:26 p.m.(4/22/1006 AR)

I have lost so much already.. I have no more fear in me

Written By Calaudrin

April 20, 2017, 9:26 p.m.(4/22/1006 AR)

Apparently six guards is too many guards.

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