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Written By Cicero

April 2, 2017, 9:58 p.m.(3/14/1006 AR)

Comfort amidst war.
A welcome, familiar touch.
Threats gone for a time

Written By Cicero

April 2, 2017, 9:56 p.m.(3/14/1006 AR)

Heal thyself, healer.
Lives depend on steady hands.
We need you with wits.

Written By Gisele

April 2, 2017, 9:52 p.m.(3/14/1006 AR)

I did not realize that it was custom among the nobility to propose by messenger. Upon reflection, however, given the nature of their alliances through marriage treaty, it does make sense to me, and highlights how though we share the same city, breathe the same air, face the same perils, their world and mine is so vastly different as to be on separate continents.

Written By Killian

April 2, 2017, 9:51 p.m.(3/14/1006 AR)

It is, at the very least, an interesting thing to find those who are touched by the gods..to meet with them and hear of the gifts, strange and myriad, that the divine have blessed the defenders of the faith with. It is inspiring to see the evidence, in the people who move about us, that the gods have not forsaken us and shall not do so. The enemy at our gate may be fierce, but it is nothing compared to the power of the Pantheon.

Written By Barric

April 2, 2017, 9:22 p.m.(3/14/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Reese

I know how you missed giving Alejandro back to his owner. And you can't always replace something like that, but I hope Soot, twin to Synder, goes a long way to shoring up that loss and something we can share as Cousins. .

Written By Killian

April 2, 2017, 9:15 p.m.(3/14/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Silas

I don't consider myself, in the general, a particularly prideful man.. I've an entirely laundry list of character flaws and defects, am passingly lazy when I can get away with it, am entirely discourteous and strongly fail to take things seriously when I should..but..even so, getting beaten so readily by the Lord Commander wielding what basically was a stick..that's simply depressing. Certainly he is an accomplished swordsman, but..I had hoped to fair better with my sword against his spear, especially considering he claimed to lack particular practice with the weapon..

I think I'll be spending more time in the training center..alas.

Written By Michael

April 2, 2017, 9:10 p.m.(3/14/1006 AR)

Some nights ago a Bringer and some shavs aimed to scale the walls. The Guard pushed them back, but even with the push, I incurred an injury. The Bringer's claw sliced through one of the few weak spots in my armour. Others had similar injuries. Following the encounter, I visited the Shrine of Lagoma where I met the Archlector Roran. It was fortunate, as he was able to apply salves and curatives that restored me to my former state.

Written By Calarian

April 2, 2017, 9:09 p.m.(3/14/1006 AR)

I have been out of the city for some time. My duties have taken me across Arvum to treat with several of the Abandoned tribes, and I now return with a number that includes one thousand fighters to add to our ranks. We barely made it back to the city before the siege began, in fact. Like many other important alliances, it came with a marriage to seal it. So I've returned not only with reinforcements, but a wife.

One of these things, I admit, was more expected than the other.

Written By Barric

April 2, 2017, 9:09 p.m.(3/14/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Valencia

A good heart and one that really, truly wishes to help all, form the lowest of commoners to the brightest of nobles. She is a fascinating woman and a hostess. To her and her Hart. You give Arx hope.

Written By Barric

April 2, 2017, 9:07 p.m.(3/14/1006 AR)

The beginning of the siege...

It is here and yet it does not wholly feel real at times... Dark sorcery, Paladins, and the Revanent, a dark figure of blackness in chaotic armor that stood over the body of a fallen bringer outside the gates at the very end. And then hope in the strangest of places, a chance meeting, a smile upon my face when most int he city fear for their lives and loved ones. That around any corner could be a bringer in disguise or something lashing out when no one can even see it is there. Where and when will it end... And will my smile remain after it is all over. I shall find my field of flowers, my warm sun to bask in and then when night comes, forget it all with family, food and drink to celebrate.

Prince Barric Grayson,
Sword of Bastion

Written By Franco

April 2, 2017, 9:02 p.m.(3/14/1006 AR)

How much meaning does a name hold? They're pretty simple things, you're generally born and given one immediately. But how much does it actually envelope and develop who you are? I've often wondered if I'd be able to express myself with nearly the level of confidence if I had another name. Certainly If I was Giovanni Gilden, that'd be fine. But the double G's may be troublesome. Francesco was definitely a possibility, but Franco does just seem to fit me better. I never was a fan of formality. Maybe I would be if I was Francesco.

I should probably just be sated and happy that my name isn't Phil, and not ponder further.

Written By Cicero

April 2, 2017, 9 p.m.(3/14/1006 AR)

The truth reflected.
All of us must face ourselves.
A mirror to save.

Written By Franco

April 2, 2017, 8:57 p.m.(3/14/1006 AR)

Being in a city under siege is very akin to being in a work camp. You're expected to work, every day. And you can't leave. And quite often, you're not really sure what the work is for, because secrecy is just soo important.

But then, you do get to stab things sometimes. And that's not something you can get away with in a work camp. So maybe it's not so bad.

Written By Octavia

April 2, 2017, 8:50 p.m.(3/14/1006 AR)

So there it is. What I've wanted since I came to the city is accomplished, the establishment of a court with me at its head. The Crown Court of Arx will serve as a voice for justice in the kingdom. We will speak uncomfortable truth to those who want least to hear it. I am sure that the city will prefer, for a time, to continue to settle its grievances by stabbing each other, but soon enough they will realize /that/ uncomfortable truth - a blade cannot consider nuance or intent.

I pray that the gods favor this endeavor of mine.

Written By Sudara

April 2, 2017, 8:43 p.m.(3/14/1006 AR)

It is unlikely to surprise any reader (even one so desperate for diversion as to turn to my own sparsely-updated and incoherent white journal) that I came to Arx without any notion of ever being besieged while here. Yet not only is there a horde beyond the walls, seemingly intent upon wreaking unspeakable horrors on those of us sheltered within; we also have to contend with the on-going spate of attacks by the Bringers of Silence. There is evidently not a horde of them inside to match the numbers of the besiegers outside, but they do still manage to mount a sporadic succession of bold attacks. One such was aimed at my cousin and Duchess: thankfully, our defenders consistently prove remarably effective even when drawn from the disparate ranks of those who just happen to be close to the latest intended atrocity.

Written By Killian

April 2, 2017, 8:41 p.m.(3/14/1006 AR)

The days and nights are grim, and the house a lonelier place, and with all that is going on I find myself yearning for the company of those who now, through circumstance or duty, are harder company to find.. Cara is married, and I am so very happy for her, but the house is all the colder and quieter for her absence. Aislin is busier even than she was before, which I had not thought to be possible, and I think she seldom returns to her home at this point.. Even the Princess Lark, in whom I found purpose as guardian and defender, has been called away by duty and necessity..and I can no longer stand as her guard, for this time at the least..

The halls are empty and silent, the tables seldom set, and I find myself feeling each day more a ghost amongst the abandoned ruins than ever I have felt before.

Written By Rowan

April 2, 2017, 8:41 p.m.(3/14/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Luna

It's almost too damn easy to say that Luna is a colorful character, but there's no turn of phrase quite so apt. I met her shortly after her arrival to Arx, when she joined the Spirit Walkers, but it's not until more recently that our paths have crossed more readily. She stood and raised her with us at the grove when the Silence assaulted our walls, and boldly taken up two jobs for me. The song, I have complete faith she'll accomplish. My children...well, perhaps with the help of Reinhardst she'll survive the brood.

Written By Artorius

April 2, 2017, 8:39 p.m.(3/14/1006 AR)

Hope yet remains.

We cannot lose here. I refuse to.

If we must, let us buy the world one more day with everyday of our defense.

Written By Leta

April 2, 2017, 8:36 p.m.(3/14/1006 AR)

I've a new pair of boots. They're made from the skin of some big southern river lizard, and they're the finest pair I've ever owned. I don't know if it's true that the lizard is poisonous or not, or that it can eat cows whole, but the beast's skin makes for good boots.

I like such well-made things, though sometimes I wonder if I ought to buy them. I've the coin for it, and the means to get my hands on fancy hides. These days with all the fighting, though, I've few things that don't need to be mended. The padding I can mend myself, the rest's harder.

It's still worth it. If I die, it won't be because some Shav with a knife stabbed me in the ankle. And also, if I die, I'll go wearing a pair of very fine boots, and that's a better death than some.

Written By Rowan

April 2, 2017, 8:35 p.m.(3/14/1006 AR)

A small gnat buzzed across a meadow that stretched many acres wide. For the gnat, it was a very long way and a great deal of work. Part way across the meadow, the gnat spotted a bull. 'I will just take a quick rest,' the gnat thought, and settled on one of the bull's broad horns. The bull plodded along, crossing so far as a pond and a shady tree at the center of the meadow with nary a word.

'Here is where I must take my leave, good bull,' the gnat buzzed as it lifted away from the bull's horn. 'You must be very glad to have me go!'

The bull was surprised to hear the mention, and told the gnat, 'It is all the same to me, little gnat. I did not even know you were there.'

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