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Written By Serafine

Feb. 10, 2017, 5:16 p.m.(11/24/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Yasmine

Fancy pants dancers have no sense of humor. Ugh.

Also there's a dirty joke about eating feline things that I will just side step.

Yasmine, you also still have my scarf. Give it back. It's my sister's.

Written By Sparte

Feb. 10, 2017, 5:13 p.m.(11/24/1005 AR)

I met someone even more new to the city than myself today. i left them a book to help them out, but I could tell they're struggling with a lot of challenges. I think I was able to help them. That was a good feeling. I'm hoping, the longer I do this guard thing, the more people I'll really be able to help.

Written By Yasmine

Feb. 10, 2017, 5:11 p.m.(11/24/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Serafine

What in the world have you been eating that would cause you to vomit -kittens-? Really, Serafine. Ugh.

Written By Serafine

Feb. 10, 2017, 4:11 p.m.(11/24/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Pietro

So utterly adorable, I could vomit rainbows, pink hearts, and fluffy kittens.

Written By Serafine

Feb. 10, 2017, 4:09 p.m.(11/24/1005 AR)

When you see a beautiful sunset, or a gorgeous view in the mountains, you don't stop and say, "I wasn't expecting that".

You don't say anything. You silently thank the gods they saw fit to grace you with the chance to witness such beauty.

Such is the case upon seeing Pietro and Ainsley exchange affections.

You witness the beauty and thank the gods for it.

Written By Pietro

Feb. 10, 2017, 4:08 p.m.(11/24/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Ainsley

Prince Ainsley Grayson has written of me as though I have conquered him.

Yet it seems to me that I have yielded utterly, and I have no intention of withdrawing that surrender anytime soon.

(But you may regret that blanket permission to kiss you anywhere.)

Written By Ainsley

Feb. 10, 2017, 3:07 p.m.(11/24/1005 AR)

*Written in inelegant script.*

Every time Pietro kisses me in public (usually in the training center) someone says, "I wasn't expecting that."

I'm not sure why.

I thought it was pretty obvious that I've been utterly conquered by the Lord Igniseri.

(*written down in the margin of the journal entry.* That is the absolute truth. Pietro, you can kiss me anytime and anywhere you want. I'll never object.)

Written By Dominique

Feb. 10, 2017, 1:40 p.m.(11/24/1005 AR)

My mother always said, "If you are losing hope, you are not doing enough." Though, when I try to be helpful, I feel I fall short. All I have to do is fulfill my duties and responsibilities. I sparred with Lord Ansel, quite faster than I anticipated, and hits hard! I am still mending bruises. I am glad I called mercy when I did. Walking with another limp was not something I would enjoy.

I feel disconnected. But I am not sure how to connect. I spend most of my time on this design for the war machine. Though I understand the vague mechanics of it. I am unsure how I would build such a monstrous thing. It is the hope that a one manned machine may save the lives of many others. I miss my sister and cousin. Bianca is so busy and so smart. She seems to know everyone and is so good and socializing. I still flounder haunted by the ghosts of my past.

I could do more. But I don't know where I would better serve my family, house and the compact. Life greatly lacks fulfillment.

Written By Merek

Feb. 10, 2017, 12:15 p.m.(11/24/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Bianca

Lady Bianca had to become the new Magister in the Scholars. Which means she can't be my patron. But I still am hopeful that I can assist her in any way that she needs when it comes to research. I'm hopeful we can become better friends, even if she seems reserved.

Written By Rainier

Feb. 10, 2017, 11:45 a.m.(11/24/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Belladonna

She is not as I expected. I do not know what I expected though - the circumstances are as unique as it gets. We were both conditioned to match a certain set of challenges and prove their superior - always superior - and her star is on the rise. I refuse to be a pawn but are we still sliding across on a board, matching wits with one we cannot see?

The threads he forged were proven strong, the fates woven, but why did he bind us?

Is the game afoot? Or is it long over?

Doubt is not the enemy. Doubt is a tool. Inaction is the enemy.

Written By Aureth

Feb. 10, 2017, 9:27 a.m.(11/23/1005 AR)

I bet if I had to spend less time and money cleaning up after you miserable scoundrels when you ruin the place I could afford better beer in the kegs.

Written By Reese

Feb. 10, 2017, 7:47 a.m.(11/23/1005 AR)

Dear Max,

You came to the aid of the Grayson's. Thank you.

That day we fought not only for the Grayson's, but for Compact.

I will come with you to fight with the Thrax.

I will fight with you as often as I can, until you feel your assistance has been repaid.

I cannot promise it will be every time.

My family needs my sword as well.

But your next bit battle, I am with you.

Thank you, Count Max.

I am sorry for the loss of your men.

But i know words are not enough.

Princess Reese

Written By Reese

Feb. 10, 2017, 7:23 a.m.(11/23/1005 AR)

The agony has faded to a mere memory of what it was.

I continue on.

I will be with Duke Cristoph in the Van.

The memory, the shadow, the lingering burn will only fuel my determination.

Gloria be with me.

Written By Rymarr

Feb. 10, 2017, 2:56 a.m.(11/23/1005 AR)

I feel much better now.

Duty can be overwhelming, so even in these troubling times we must remember as a united people that sometimes we must step away from the rigid structures of position and purpose. We must embrace the concepts within our lives that provide us with the reasons to fight today, tomorrow, and years into the future.

Appreciate what you have, be thankful for that which you are given, and remain resolute in the face of adversity.

The Compact and it's people will survive.

I do believe I will wear my red linen shirt tomorrow.

Written By Cassius

Feb. 10, 2017, 12:47 a.m.(11/23/1005 AR)

To any and all that possess the Guide:

Shoot them in the mouth. Do not stab.

Duke Cassius Pravus, KoS

Written By Kima

Feb. 9, 2017, 11:35 p.m.(11/23/1005 AR)

Courage is abhorred more than admired, because cowardice is far more prevalent. Physical and moral courage require commitment to an objective or principle. Cowards abandon their objectives or principles at the first sign of pressure, resistance, or opprobrium and hate the steadfast, even if they’re ostensibly allied in the same cause.

Written By Jael

Feb. 9, 2017, 11:18 p.m.(4/6/1004 AR)

Relationship Note on Michael

A chance meeting, an interrupted prayer...and yet it's hard to hold any grudge against him. I have a feeling if I let him see me laugh once, he'll make it his goal to steal a smile whenever he can. I suspect that would not be an entirely bad thing.

Written By Jael

Feb. 9, 2017, 11:14 p.m.(4/6/1004 AR)

Relationship Note on Cristoph

My brother is as persistent as ever, a never-ending font of ideas and every step needed to transform them into reality. I used to envy him and his abilities, and yet now I have nothing but admiration for his drive and success. I only hope I can live up to what he'll need of me.

Written By Cassius

Feb. 9, 2017, 10:19 p.m.(11/23/1005 AR)

Today it is to Lagoma I pray. May she help the souls of the dead find their rightful place in Elysia, and may she give her succor to all those that remain in this world, feeling those loses so poignantly.

I write this prayer today, instead of merely casting it to the heavens, as I celebrate the lives of seven men and women who served the Knights of Solace valiantly, and who died good deaths under my command, against the forces of evil. There were others that died as well, men and women of Grayson, of Ashford, of Darkwater, and I celebrate the life of these men and women, just as I celebrate the lives of any who stand in defense of Arvum against the darkness.

Gods light our path.

Duke Cassius Pravus, KoS

Written By Simone

Feb. 9, 2017, 8:51 p.m.(11/22/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Marius

He is my North, my South, my East and West,
My morning star and my evening rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song...

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