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Written By Merek

March 2, 2017, 8:19 p.m.(1/8/1006 AR)

Well fought on both sides. I am happy for the Sword of Lenosia. Princess Serafina can be wonderfully scary sometimes with her skill.

Written By Zhayla

March 2, 2017, 8:03 p.m.(1/8/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Fortunato

I realized I haven't written about Fort before. I thought he was just some weird poet, then I found out no, he's an artist, and that he's done such amazing things. He's Aureth's brother, and Hana's uncles, and I tease him about being metaphors stacked on metaphors. He's definitely weird, but he's such a good weird, and he's thoughtful in a way that always surprises me and catches me off guard. I don't think anyone else has made me think as many new thoughts as he has.

Written By Isolde

March 2, 2017, 6:29 p.m.(1/8/1006 AR)

Blessed art thou, Reflection, Dark that gives shade.
Blessed are those that embrace thee.
Blessed are we, who tremble before thee, yet take up thy mantle.
Blessed be, oh Thirteenth.
May we earn thy blessings in truth.

Written By Valerius

March 2, 2017, 6:13 p.m.(1/8/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Freja

She almost made me cry and then laughed at me for it. I know I shouldn’t expect any less from my cousins, but that was very, very rude of her. I know she has business to take care of and people to kill, but I guess I'm glad she can still make time to stack rocks on my shoulders without me noticing.

I'm never going to live that down, I don't think.

Written By Lark

March 2, 2017, 5:33 p.m.(1/8/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Natalia

Twat biscuit.

Written By Lark

March 2, 2017, 5:32 p.m.(1/8/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Zhayla

Little woman. Big stick.

Remind you of anybody?

Written By Alis

March 2, 2017, 4:04 p.m.(1/8/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Edain

Obviously my brother has been replaced by... I don't even know.

Written By Eirene

March 2, 2017, 3:30 p.m.(1/8/1006 AR)

Ever since the truth of the Tor-Southport war became apparent to me (And if I had known then what I know now I would have seen it sooner) I've been devoted to making sure our houses work as one to defeat our enemies. Now through some weird twist we'll be joined in marriage in a match that goes beyond political. Ain't that a fucking wonder? I'm actually going to -enjoy- this wedding.

The only thing marring it is the lack of Leo Fidante. You magnificent bastard, you better not be dead. I will be pissed if you are.

Written By Tristan

March 2, 2017, 3:30 p.m.(1/8/1006 AR)

Of course the Palace Stables have cats. Stables in general tend to be rife with vermin if you don't take measures. All that grain, calling a sirensong to every mouse and rat within a mile. And there was an unfortunate incident with a bottle of rat poison I don't care to repeat.

So we've had a whole herd? pack? flock? of cats keeping the King's stables diligently vermin-free. I feed them, of course. Better to keep them in the stables and in fine condition for battling ratkind. I certainly don't scritch their bellies and name them all.

But now Dandelion and Buttercup (shut up), two of my best ratters, disappeared. It happens with feral cats. Sometimes they wander and find a better patch (hence the logical reason for regular meals). Sometimes something happens to them. All sorts of hazards out there for a wandering cat...poison, sickness, fast-moving carts, the Lord Commander's pets policy...

Maybe someone scooped them up and took them up. They're friendly, for barn cats.

But they're sisters, and they used to help look after each other's kittens. And they each left behind a large litter, too young to fend for themselves.

The old stablemaster back at Bastion used to drown orphaned kittens. Said it was the kindest thing to do for them, with no one to look after them and teach them how to be a cat.

Instead, I currently have an entire basket full of kittens.

Written By Alistair

March 2, 2017, 3:14 p.m.(1/8/1006 AR)

I had the chance to eat a slice of cake yesterday at Prince Laric's wedding.

It was acceptable.

Written By Hadrian

March 2, 2017, 2:53 p.m.(1/8/1006 AR)

A wedding! I love weddings; from the rum to the wine, the people to the celebration -everyone is happy, and these festivals last for days on end in Southport. I suppose I have a little something to do with that, my people know me as rather fond of parties. Why, one birthday party I threw lasted an entire week. Mother was not too thrilled about that, heh.

That's not the most interesting and dramatic detail, however, because what sets my love for theatrics in a flurry of excitement is the simple fact that the bride and groom are a Fidante and Malvici, respectively. This is something that I would not have expected to happen in my lifetime, since Lucien's... Well, nevermind that. My cousin, Inigo, and Calista -who I have always known to be a dangerously smart, strong woman- are to be wed. I could not be more thrilled.

Written By Valerius

March 2, 2017, 2:46 p.m.(1/8/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Laric

He’s not quite the Inquisitor I had in mind, though I think that’s a pleasant surprise. I suppose he’s exactly the kind of Inquisitor I’d hoped to meet and build a relationship with, as I’ve no problem stating the obvious in their reputation being something a little less than pleasant.

But beyond that, he seems a legitimately good man, if our conversations, the work he does, and the wedding I attended are anything to go by. How a man that handsome could become an Inquisitor is beyond me. Maybe it’s a tool, they don’t expect him to be as capable because he’s so pretty.

I figure I’ll be spending a good deal more time with him in the future, in both official and casual settings. I’m happy about that.

Written By Edain

March 2, 2017, 2:44 p.m.(1/8/1006 AR)

So today I heard one person call another a 'Twat Biscuit.' It was said in such an aggressive and hateful manner that I could only conclude this is meant to be disparaging to the target.

I am confused by this because when I think of a biscuit I think of something that is warm, soft and delicious, all of which would be quality of quite an amazing twat.

Sometimes the complexities of offering a proper insult are lost on me.

Written By Valerius

March 2, 2017, 1:26 p.m.(1/8/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Lark

She doesn’t smile as much as I’d like her to, and I think that’s a shame. Not that it’s my place to tell her how much or how often she should. When she does, though, I feel like a dog given a treat. It’s immensely satisfying, and the first thing on my mind is seeing it again.

I’m no trained jester, nor bard, but damn if I’m not willing to learn to be if it means I can catch another glimpse.

Written By Bethany

March 2, 2017, 12:13 p.m.(1/8/1006 AR)

I think we write to remove ourselves from our day to day emotions. We make our stories vague in the Journals, because we're afraid of our common enemy - reading our deeper thoughts, our weaknesses, our sadness - and twisting them to their agenda. Even poetry is an escape from our own emotions, our own personalities. That's why I write. I know raw emotion forced into verse is not truth.

It's all the difference between a wild rose and one cultivated in the greenhouse. It retains the beauty, but lacks the perfume.

(I apologize, Scholar, I didn't mean to smear the ink on the page.)

Written By Joscelin

March 2, 2017, 12:09 p.m.(1/8/1006 AR)

[the ink has blots, like water droplets speckled across the page, but it's quite legible]

I fear I will never get closure, little sister. That I will pull my hair and wail as my mother did when father didn't come back with his regiment, that I will soak in the grief of unknowing until my curls go white with unrelenting uncertainty.

I love you, Ianthe. I loved you when you were a snot-nosed, red-kneed little urchin that stuck her fingers in my crafting supplies and beads, when you stole my sketchbook and I screamed about it- ...only to find a little (terrible) drawing of you and me, holding hands and smiling, stuck in the pages halfway through. My heart was stolen.

I loved you when you got me into trouble the first, second, third, and fifth time. The fourth time I still refuse to think about. The look on mother's face-

I pray you're safe. I pray you're unafraid and content, satisfied in your work or where you are.

But I feel I know the truth. I grieve, though, that I will never know or understand the things that led you to your fate, our fate, the ties between us. That I will look and wonder if there was something I could have done to salvage all of this. To save you. I suspect now that was never my job, but it burns in me, the duty of loving as an older sister; I was meant to protect you and I failed.

Written By Samantha

March 2, 2017, 10:20 a.m.(1/8/1006 AR)

I was prevented departure to the royal wedding due to a need for conflict resolution amongst some of the refugees I am hosting. Fortunately, it all worked out, but it took several hours to make the people involved see reason. Still, Lady Cara - no, Princess Cara - has been a marvelous friend to me and I wish her all the best. I've never really gotten to know Larric, but she has deemed him worthy, which means he's worth getting to know. I shall have to have them both over for dinner to celebrate them.

I am a bit wistful, I think, of all the people who have found partners they have formed a lasting bond with. Maybe it's something in the air? Or perhaps a need for something permanent and strong, in the face of the uncertainty of our lives in recent days. I find myself longing for this. It's a girlish fantasy, I imagine.

I must be patient.

Written By Rymarr

March 2, 2017, 10:07 a.m.(1/7/1006 AR)

Uncertain of your marriage arrangements? Fearful of being married off to some lord or lady you can't stand? The King's Own can help! Give up family ties and vows of loyalty to all but the Crown and have the burden of choice lifted from your shoulders in order to pursue a life of service to a cause and purpose far greater than any lone soul.

The King's Own: making your marriage decisions for you since...we can't rightly remember, honestly. It's been a long time.

Written By Rymarr

March 2, 2017, 10:05 a.m.(1/7/1006 AR)

I imagine in two hundred years when the scholars look back to our journals to read of our thoughts during these dark times, they're going to be utterly confused. Understandably so during our oblations to Vellichor, so many entries are vague and disjointed. It's going to cause a lot of confusion for those who read in the future. Likely it will paint an adequate picture of the time we live for them and the fact that confusion runs rampant.

What isn't confusing? Service to His Imperial Majesty, King Alaric Grayson IV. It is a simple and straightforward duty, all things considered.

Written By Julea

March 2, 2017, 9:44 a.m.(1/7/1006 AR)

I hope he liked it. I don't know anything about men's fashion. But the shop attendant steered me towards a few things and she seemed to know what she was talking about. Either that, or she was just wanting me to part with my silver.

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