Written By Merek
April 10, 2017, 8:50 p.m.(4/2/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Selene
Written By Magpie
April 10, 2017, 8:47 p.m.(4/2/1006 AR)
Whatever.
So I met with a friend about some business. Then I met with some other friends about some other business. Then Thena dropped in, on break from a guard patrol. She told me about how Calaudrin was terribly concerned for my welfare and seeking only the best of health for me. He's such a sweetheart. <3 <3 <3
While we were talking a man came in that bore a striking resemblance to some sketches I was given by Aleksei. Blond hair. Blue eyes. Tall. Strong. It could have been him! I slipped the pictures quietly to Thena and then went over to strike up a conversation with the fellow. You know, ask a few questions? Get a feel for things. Turns out the man in question? Marquis Ford Kennex. (A tall drink of water... Darkwater.)
Kennex didn't seem to like me. I'm not sure why, but that's two for two that I struck out on today. I have decided after no deliberation what-so-ever it had something to do with my shirt. Therefore, I have commissioned the lovely Lyiana (that I only just met, courtesy of the also just-met Simone) for a fine seasilk shirt. Blue. I am certain this will make the difference in future meetings with nobility and/or royalty.
I dedicate this journal entry to you, Lyiana Averdeen. You're a top-notch lady.
Written By Margot
April 10, 2017, 8:26 p.m.(4/2/1006 AR)
I am not a tactician but I believe that can be classified as a double victory, and the sort we ought to strive more for.
Now... if only the Compact would give such as much attention as they do a handful of flayings done by Abbas and his over zealous reavers.
Written By Ariel
April 10, 2017, 8:15 p.m.(4/2/1006 AR)
our spotlight,
the ground is
our stage.
The stars
our audience,
the night is
our music.
As the light fades,
we pick up the pace.
We dance together
in the moon's embrace.
The moonlight
our spotlight,
the ground is
our stage.
The stars
our audience,
the night is
our music.
You are
my partner,
and this is
our dance.
Written By Ariel
April 10, 2017, 8:15 p.m.(4/2/1006 AR)
And the music in my mind,
Reaches its crescendo,
As I make my way towards you.
We danced all night,
With names unknown,
Just the pure bliss,
Of being in your arms.
I lost sight of you,
In the confusion of the night's end,
I know not your name,
Nor you, mine.
But the thoughts of me,
Folded in your arms,
Shall never leave me,
So remember me as I remember you
Written By Ariel
April 10, 2017, 8:14 p.m.(4/2/1006 AR)
Taste each other like Lyceum wine
Make our hearts feel divine
And write our dance into rhyme
Written By Ariel
April 10, 2017, 8:13 p.m.(4/2/1006 AR)
feathers all gleaming the sun sparkling my eyes
I sing for my beloved from dawn till dusk
and fall into the dreaming world of pure love
Written By Thena
April 10, 2017, 7:47 p.m.(4/2/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Magpie
Written By Isolde
April 10, 2017, 7:30 p.m.(4/2/1006 AR)
Write About Isolde Day is retroactively cancelled. Don't be weird.
A lot on my mind lately. Too much, perhaps. Maybe these coming days are the days I catch up on writing.
Written By Armel
April 10, 2017, 7:21 p.m.(4/2/1006 AR)
I will see you roasted alive for this. But I am patient. I will wait. I will carry on. And in the end...
You won't see me coming.
Written By Ford
April 10, 2017, 5:47 p.m.(4/2/1006 AR)
Your hastily discarded adornments are now hidden in various places throughout Arx.
Good luck.
Written By Aureth
April 10, 2017, 3:11 p.m.(4/2/1006 AR)
Yet I can answer that question another way, now, having heard the first horrific news of what Abbas Thrax has done to thousands of Shav'Arvani in the Isles.
It is so much easier to comprehend the necessity of honor to a moral life when confronted with its glaring lack.
If there is any among the people of the Compact who does not find this behavior shocking to your conscience ... I can only conclude that they must have lost their way. I hope that they consider a return to the Faith.
The gods are with us, but must we not be worthy of their grace?
Written By Eirene
April 10, 2017, 2:12 p.m.(4/2/1006 AR)
What was the point? I'm not even in the Archive proper, I'm dictating to a scribe who has the sad fate of recording wills and testimony of my patients. You poor fucker, this must be the shit job. Taking the words of the dying and giving them to a God who may not even be listening...
Ah. Point. I'm missing the horrible crisis explosions around the city. This fucking necromancer. An attack on the Hall of Heroes... A gods-damned goddess manifesting to half the city, my relatives included.
All I see are the aftermaths. A flood of new patients, here or the Grace. Stories. Prayers. Curses. Regrets. I keep dogs outside the hospitals to try to sniff out the mimics and invisibles. I keep mirrors on me to make sure my patients have souls. I touch wounds with the alaricite blade to make sure they're not abyssally tainted. I deal with superstition, fact, and fate on a regular basis and do everything I can to reduce it to fact and truth and keep that kind of thing -far- far far away from my wounded patients. They've been through enough.
I will everything I can do undo the damages done to our people and our lives. Greedy bitch that I am.
Written By Belladonna
April 10, 2017, 1:08 p.m.(4/2/1006 AR)
Written By Sameera
April 10, 2017, 12:36 p.m.(4/2/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Wilhem
Written By Freja
April 10, 2017, 12:36 p.m.(4/2/1006 AR)
Thing is, I heard them. All of them and him. Every soul he took. In the middle of that chaos no one tried to touch me, except him. I almost got him, felt against the brush of my fingertips before he tried to tear me in two.
Apparently, this gives him no end of pleasure of attempting to torment me with his missives. He is watching, I know. By the sound of it he intends to meet me again and I won't miss a second time.
Written By Sameera
April 10, 2017, 12:35 p.m.(4/2/1006 AR)
Written By Lark
April 10, 2017, 12:31 p.m.(4/2/1006 AR)
Written By Belladonna
April 10, 2017, 12:16 p.m.(4/2/1006 AR)
Written By Edward
April 10, 2017, 8 a.m.(4/1/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Valencia
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