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Written By Nurie

March 30, 2020, 7:49 p.m.(1/10/1013 AR)

My heart is heavy, the world a little less bright. Perhaps with time the weight will seem comforting, like the blanket of snow that covers the dormant roots until the warmth of spring calls new shoots and leaves forward.

Written By Tanith

March 30, 2020, 7:32 p.m.(1/10/1013 AR)

That was the best chocolate cake I've ever made.

So of course I lose the recipe.


Written By Tanith

March 30, 2020, 7:29 p.m.(1/10/1013 AR)

Tanith. Don't write in your blacks while you're drunk. Sure it's just between you and the Gods but honestly. -Honestly-. The gods already know you're a sap. Mangata's marbles, woman. That will never go away.

Written By Selene

March 30, 2020, 5:39 p.m.(1/10/1013 AR)

I have not nearly enough messages in my hands this week. If you seek a correspondent over any topic at all, do send me word.

Written By Strozza

March 30, 2020, 5 p.m.(1/10/1013 AR)

Sweet coffee. Delicious... Delicious... life giving juice of the seeds of an otherwise nasty sort of berry. Caretaker of sanity, the hand that holds the hearts of millions and caresses their cheeks.

Coffee doesn't judge. No. Even if you taint it with various flavors or creamers. It still loves you. Still forgives. Perhaps coffee is the divine force that grants the energy to go on, serenity, warmth, hope. Wonders untold in a sip far more requested of than mere, pathetic water. A mutual gift of all gods to mortals. To show they love us.

Marry me, Coffee. I shall be forever true.

Written By Cadern

March 30, 2020, 3:36 p.m.(1/10/1013 AR)

Lady Mikani brings up an excellent point. One cannot remark highly enough about Princess Valencia. This is an excellent team to join!

Written By Strozza

March 30, 2020, 3:33 p.m.(1/10/1013 AR)

To be part of that choice that swayed the course of a life, I am humbled.

Written By Mikani

March 30, 2020, 3:15 p.m.(1/10/1013 AR)

Relationship Note on Valencia

Team Princess Valencia. All the way!

Written By Bliss

March 30, 2020, 2:57 p.m.(1/10/1013 AR)

After Everard, you'd think I would know that noble is a title and not a descriptor. So many who claim to be simply aren't. At least we can use them as examples.

Written By Adalyn

March 30, 2020, 2:05 p.m.(1/9/1013 AR)

Day 3? 4? of watching the little Laurent heir (I've lost count): I thought proposing a hiding game was a genius idea on my part. It would require stillness and a few moments of blessed quiet. How was I to know this child is an expert hider? I tore the house apart looking for him in every hiding spot I could think of and when I finally announced that I gave up and called for him to come out, there was nothing. Stillness. No Eadric to be found. I nearly called the guards, thinking he must have wandered off, or worse, been abducted. I was sure of it! Just as I was growing frantic, he appeared from gods-know-where with a delighted giggle, triumphantly declaring that he had won. He refuses to tell me where he was hiding that whole time.

No more hiding games. Gods help me. Is the week over yet?

Duke Cristoph, Duchess Nicia, if you're reading this, it's fine. We're fine.

Written By Strozza

March 30, 2020, 1:20 p.m.(1/9/1013 AR)

Ever I bask in the glory of the dawn, your music my greatest treasure.

Written By Strozza

March 30, 2020, 12:37 p.m.(1/9/1013 AR)

Relationship Note on Arcadia


Though at the end of our association there were differences - I am sorry to see a life end.

Be well in the Shining Lands.

Perhaps there can be reconciliation there.

Written By Brianna

March 30, 2020, 11:56 a.m.(1/9/1013 AR)

Thank you to the brave souls who came to find us. We owe you a debt that can never be repaid.

Written By Miranda

March 30, 2020, 11:30 a.m.(1/9/1013 AR)

Relationship Note on Arcadia

My dear friend, Arcadia...

I miss your wit and laughter, even your cranky demeanor.

Mostly, I miss the person who, like me, was fearless in the face of living life as it came.

I wish we had the chance to go diving for treasure just one more time...

But I'll continue to live and think of you on my adventures.

Written By Svana

March 30, 2020, 10:18 a.m.(1/9/1013 AR)

There is to be no happiness in my future. I am thinking of leaving the city.

Written By Mabelle

March 30, 2020, 10:02 a.m.(1/9/1013 AR)

Time to visit Artshall again.

I find myself frequenting home too often, but with purpose. I long to see how the new tribes have settled and more than anything, I'm in search of the perfect place for my new project: right in the center of the city with fertile ground beneath it.

I cannot wait to honour the memory of my mother and offer more to the people of Artshall.

Written By Sabella

March 30, 2020, 8:47 a.m.(1/9/1013 AR)

I am utterly distraught over the death of Lady Arcadia. Having once been a Grayson vassal I got to know her quite well at family dinners and out and about the ward once I came to Arx. She was so bright and full of life and had a curiosity that put my own to shame! She was always keen on her next adventure and if one didn't present itself she would create it on her own, often to dazzling ends. She was like one of the brightest stars in the sky of Arx that I took for granted would always be there. I find it hard to believe that she's gone and I won't turn a corner to hear her laughter or chatter concerning her latest projects.

Her loss comes on the heels of Sister Juniper, someone who I did not know altogether that well but hoped to had life been less busy for both of us. I often found myself perusing her whites an, finding like-mindedness abounded, writing her letters here and there. I was thrilled to see her hospice idea take hold and flourish. She had so much kindness to give that it does not surprise me at all to hear that she sacrificed herself for the greater good and that her impact sends waves throughout Arvum to this day.

They will be both be keenly missed.

Written By Ras

March 30, 2020, 7:45 a.m.(1/9/1013 AR)

Relationship Note on Arcadia

We weren't close enough to even half understand each other, so there's a lot I could say but don't have any right. Hope you get to the Wheel safe.

Written By Charlotte

March 30, 2020, 12:55 a.m.(1/8/1013 AR)

I arrived in the city and immediately stepped in a puddle and then I slipped straight onto my backside and soaked my dress in said puddle. This is not how I imagined my first day in the city. I was meant to waltz in, smooze with all the celebrities of the city, have people fall at my feet, chanting my name. But no. I am wet and dirty and I told someone they had smoldering hair and nice teeth.

On the upside, I met Prince Niklas's wife! I am one step closer to meeting THE playwrite. Omigosh!

Written By Tanith

March 29, 2020, 11:37 p.m.(1/8/1013 AR)

In my cups tonight. Memory keeps me company. Walks around and makes funny faces now and then. I don't remember all of them.

It's cold. The coals are stirred up and I'm thinking about these last few months.

So much has changed. Different patterns, different fears. Choices are different too. The Road has shifted. Doesn't look like I thought it would.

Maybe though, everything really will be alright?

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