Written By Calista
April 7, 2017, 1:22 a.m.(3/23/1006 AR)
Written By Silas
April 7, 2017, 1:14 a.m.(3/23/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Aiden
Written By Joscelin
April 7, 2017, 12:24 a.m.(3/23/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Acacia
Written By Mydas
April 6, 2017, 10:52 p.m.(3/22/1006 AR)
Ice looks strong until you see the cracks.
Written By Caelis
April 6, 2017, 10:04 p.m.(3/22/1006 AR)
Written By Merek
April 6, 2017, 9:54 p.m.(3/22/1006 AR)
Written By Calypso
April 6, 2017, 9:51 p.m.(3/22/1006 AR)
That said I have been doing a great deal of reflecting on the Thirteenth. Which I think is exactly why he exists in the pantheon. The reminder that there are two sides to everything. That our reflections often show our truths. There must be balance in all things. We must pay attention to our reflections and see what stares back.
Written By Eirene
April 6, 2017, 6:47 p.m.(3/22/1006 AR)
Still - it's good to know I'm on the right fucking tracks when it comes to this shit.
Written By Rook
April 6, 2017, 5:29 p.m.(3/22/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Calarian
Written By Shadow
April 6, 2017, 5:15 p.m.(3/22/1006 AR)
The winter grows colder, I am not sure though if it is from the weather or simply from the sense of despair that clings to the air with the bringers outside the city walls and their army. Hopefully the siege will break soon and maybe when it does I can continue towards my dream of opening up a shop of my own if we survive this.. if I survive this. Though I don't much mind the garden sometimes the cold still gets to me. I have near shaken this damn cough though, Hopefully soon it will be little more than a distant memory.
Written By Shadow
April 6, 2017, 2:48 p.m.(3/22/1006 AR)
The days in the city grow longer the more the siege takes hold of this city. I long for the fields and forests outside these walls but know that such would be suicide for the moment with the army at the doorstep and how would I even get outside the city without being mistaken for one of the enemy? I am lucky that within the walls none have mistaken me for part of the bringer army.
I fear that this fighting will only serve to divide people more, There are already whispers of food scares in the lower boroughs.. I wish I could help them but the little I manage to catch right now I must use so me and the pup survive this.. So that we might fight another day. Though how many days remains in question.. The more time that passes the more I think I may need to attempt my other idea, One that will likely lead to not glory but only pain and death.
In death though for one like me it is simply another journey I suppose. Perhaps my other self is strong enough that the spirit would remain and be able to help further. Or perhaps I would survive, Though at what cost.. What would come of me, What would come of any who would go along with such a plan as that?
Written By Eleyna
April 6, 2017, 1:20 p.m.(3/22/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Talen
Written By Inigo
April 6, 2017, 12:57 p.m.(3/22/1006 AR)
Written By Simone
April 6, 2017, 11:18 a.m.(3/22/1006 AR)
Another month. The weeks have been a slow blur of tedious routine. I am told that this will last into the middle of summer. I hope - sincerely - that the siege will be over by then because I could not stand the idea of bringing life into wartime. A silly and short-sighted concern. As it is, this entry was brought to the Scholars by my maid, Georgette. I remain isolated. Not from fear, no, but from simple common sense and more than enough selfishness for my (or, rather, our combined) safety.
They do not tell you of the strange array of issues that arise from this ... condition. (To put it mildly.) It seems like a unusual topic for an entry into the White Journals, but, I have no other experiences to share other than this. I was not expecting to literally glow from this, and the thought alone has me quirking a smirk from the idea. The idea of a glow seems like a farce, and that's enough to piss a lady off.
They do not tell you that you will feel strange and detached, that bending will become tiresome, and that even the thought of certain things will make you violently ill. In fact, I have barred Marius from even mentioning whiskey in my company --
They do not warn of experiencing dramatic emotional outbursts, the fits of crying and anger. I feel as if I could blame it on one main culprit.
But, I would never be that unkind.
M. Simone Greenmarch
3.22.1006 AR
Written By Talen
April 6, 2017, 10:56 a.m.(3/21/1006 AR)
*the cursive penmanship in this entry is fucking amazing*
Written By Sameera
April 6, 2017, 10:34 a.m.(3/21/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Harald
Written By Sameera
April 6, 2017, 10:29 a.m.(3/21/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Max
Written By Sameera
April 6, 2017, 10:26 a.m.(3/21/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Ariel
Written By Sameera
April 6, 2017, 10:23 a.m.(3/21/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Ford
Written By Sameera
April 6, 2017, 10:21 a.m.(3/21/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Octavia
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