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Written By Monique

Jan. 24, 2021, 2:16 p.m.(10/22/1014 AR)

Relationship Note on Alessia

They're beautiful and /so/ fitting. You should be proud of yourself. I know I'm proud of you.

Written By Lucrezia

Jan. 24, 2021, 1:20 p.m.(10/22/1014 AR)

Initial scouting reports are coming in. Soon.

Written By Cristoph

Jan. 24, 2021, 8:53 a.m.(10/22/1014 AR)

Relationship Note on Norwood

My dear friend, Lady Amari has written about my recent attempt to save Baron Norwood from a soggy fate in the cold Oathlands currents.

Once upon a time, I was bleeding out on the field of battle, near death. The good baron rode his horse straight across the field to pluck me from that fate, unfortunately I was too heavy and he fell off of the horse.

There's a certain 'what goes around, comes around' to this scenario. I attempted to pluck Baron Norwood from the water! Only to be pulled down as well. Really, this is probably symbolic of our entire relationship. Just endlessly tripping over one another while trying to commit good acts.

Written By Jan

Jan. 24, 2021, 3:57 a.m.(10/21/1014 AR)

Servant said something about a sea themed ball after I asked about the commotion. Seemed like the perfect opportunity to show off the tourney suit, don't really own any dresses. Lots of booze, some stories about the Eurusi fighting, Haakon said he'd show me the captured ship before he sails back out to meet them. I think I passed out on the feasting table.. Nice people, they only asked me to leave, didn't wake up in the gutter this time.

Written By Alessia

Jan. 24, 2021, 12:38 a.m.(10/21/1014 AR)

It's wonderful when a long term project finally pays off. Ambition, dedication and passion are truly the principles I stick by in life. I'm glad to be surrounded by individuals who are much the same.

Written By Sydney

Jan. 23, 2021, 10:31 p.m.(10/21/1014 AR)

Strange though it may seem, it's been a stretch since I last was able to test myself in the Training Center.

To have two drastically different fights in one day was quite the treat - and what's more, I was able to learn a thing or two that should help me in combat going forward. Reach cannot be overstated, but a second weapon being added into the mix is something I clearly need more practice with. It shouldn't be so very different in theory from a fistfight, and yet it's an entirely different demon when there's sharp blades coming at you that you need not only dodge the impact of, but ensure that you're not caught by the backswing of. What in a fight would be a correct slap to the side of the head with a fist can easily become a gash on the side of the neck.

I will continue to learn, chasing the tail of the one I strive to be.

Written By Sunaia

Jan. 23, 2021, 9:47 p.m.(10/21/1014 AR)

Gods and spirits --

It started with an impulsive decision to send a missive of welcome to a new-to-me member of the peerage. I haven't met them formally yet, but I think I'm going to drink my Westerly's weight in Deepwood cider ( or maybe a drink that's a better complement to garlic rolls. Now I'm hungry - and I don't think I even had a chance to try those oysters -- ) and listen to stories by tavern-inn-or-bar hearth until the early hours -- if I'm that lucky.

It started with an impulsive decision. A choice.

Seemingly inconsequential.

That led to the second impulse. The impulsive decision to put up a notice, last moment, asking to be an escort (-- read as looking for a reason) to attend the Eswynd Coral Ball. Why? Because being out and about at an event like that -- surrounded by peers and walls and expectations -- feels uncomfortable. Makes my skin feel tight. Makes me itch. Makes me want to run. It's a practice, like meditation, to choose to attend -- so have someone there, as a formality, a social anchor. In my case, I was incredibly lucky to have had a courtier respond to my notice. They were perfectly composed. Elegant in gold. Lucky for me. Less so for them. Less so for the unfortunate choice of trying to dance -- or worse -- for stepping on feet and elbowing sides and --

Well.

There's only room to improve as far as dancing is concerned.

For mending bridges too.

I hope.

Written By Piccola

Jan. 23, 2021, 7:14 p.m.(10/21/1014 AR)

We live together, we act on, and react to one another; but always and in all circumstances we are by ourselves.

The martyrs go hand in hand into the arena; they are crucified alone. Lovers desperately try to fuse their insulated ecstasies into a single self-transcendence; in vain. By its very nature every embodied spirit is doomed to suffer and enjoy in solitude. Our sensations, feelings, insights and fancies are private; except through symbols and hearsay, they are incommunicable. We can pool information about experiences, but never the experiences themselves.

From family to nation, every human group is a society of islands.

Written By Amari

Jan. 23, 2021, 5:49 p.m.(10/20/1014 AR)

I just want to record that I recently witnessed Duke Cristoph swing from a vine out over a river in an apparent attempt to save Uncle Baron Norwood from drowning. Also, that it was less of a rescue and more of a collision, and both ended up splashing around together until Lady Adalyn could effect a rescue.

The lesson is that you should always bring a change of clothes when you're adventuring, and be cautious around bodies of water while wearing full plate (or honeysilk, Lady Mabelle!). The other lesson is to beware of the wild tribe of Eadrics out there, setting lethal traps, eerily wailing at trespassers and worshiping bees. I'm not sure if they had ill intent, really, but I wish we could have spoken to them. I fear someone else might be hurt or killed by their traps.

At least we (after nearly falling prey to all manner of said traps), discovered a very intriguing relic in an old stone temple which I have a theory about. I also found another broken piece of pottery. When I have it reassembled, along with the vase from a previous expedition, I'll donate them both to Lady Mabelle for exhibition. They're both quite old, I think. I should consult a scholar. Are there any pottery scholars?

Written By Sorrel

Jan. 23, 2021, 5:21 p.m.(10/20/1014 AR)

Relationship Note on Bianca

Good food!
Good drink!
Thank the Gods,
It's time to EAT!!!

So let it be!

Written By Haakon

Jan. 23, 2021, 3:17 p.m.(10/20/1014 AR)

Hear us, Mangata!
Goddess of Sea and Sky, Mistress of Wind and Water, Mother of Isles and Shore, hear your childer:

We give thanks for the stones in sea and soil, as pursuit of your bounty has left our hands deft.

We give thanks for your tempests, as storms leave us strong and bring us life.

We give thanks for your waters, in which we are born and to whose embrace we will one day return.

Rocks, and storms, and death defy
Praised be Mangata, of Sea and Sky

Written By Cirroch

Jan. 23, 2021, 12:51 p.m.(10/20/1014 AR)

I've been reminded again that setting fire to a library might be a fun joke, though should not be declared loudly for the citizens of the city.

Written By Raven

Jan. 23, 2021, 11:23 a.m.(10/20/1014 AR)

I have had the excellent fortune of meeting more of the house Kennex. It seems I have never met a Kennex I didn't like. Lord Ian's quiet competence was a nice discovery on a recent voyage and his kin, Lady Jan-do not call her lady to her face, of course-has become a fast new friend and would unseat Savio from his self-appointed position as my 'best friend'.

Written By Ida

Jan. 23, 2021, 7:34 a.m.(10/20/1014 AR)

I have two sketches and one idea, though can't seem to manage to get any of the three projects any farther than that. Maybe with summer fading, along with the heat, autumn will bring that spark of inspiration that I need. Maybe I should just put everything down and stop staring at them like something will materialize and take a walk around the city - give my thoughts a distraction and break.

Written By Medeia

Jan. 23, 2021, 3:22 a.m.(10/19/1014 AR)

Relationship Note on Ripley

I have laid eyes upon the necklace Master Ripley designed and painstakingly crafted for the auction at the Coral Ball. It is simply divine. It glitters like all the stars in the sky thanks to the dazzling effect of deeplight coral. And it can go with nearly any outfit! Beautiful links of black and white - with one rare pink-hued piece front-and-center. And pearls! The man is a genius. I never would have imagined this necklace even if I'd spent five years thinking on it.

Whoever wins the auction is going to be incredibly lucky. I'm even a bit jealous!

Written By Baz

Jan. 23, 2021, 1:17 a.m.(10/19/1014 AR)

The Scared Black Dog (Who Bit His Own Tail Off)

The scared black dog played at courage, roaming around in places that were familiar to him. He barked noble phrases in his mind like, “I’m doing it to protect you,” and, “this is for the greater good,” hiding the truth from his own tail which wagged happily behind him, unaware of the Fear.

But you can’t hide from Fear forever.

Written By Sydney

Jan. 22, 2021, 7:52 p.m.(10/19/1014 AR)

I can scarcely contain my excitement - it is seldom enough that I am afforded a true test of abilities, and to have one presented for me that's so strikingly unique is enough to raise gooseflesh on my arms. Looking back over the past few months, I've not anticipated very much of late, and this shall be a welcome change of pace.

It's enough to make me want to procure a map of the city and fill it with points of interest, for I know if I don't plan ahead, my disadvantage will be marked.

Oh, I've worked plenty as a fighter, but seldom as a hunter or soldier, and never as a tactician. It should be fascinating to see how I fare. I hope to learn a great deal, indeed.

Written By Sorrel

Jan. 22, 2021, 7:02 p.m.(10/19/1014 AR)

Sometimes, someone has to point out to me that I hold on to things too long. I fret about the past. I worry that I have said the wrong thing to the wrong person and they're just going to hate me forever. I obsess a little about each and every misstep. Could I have been more charming? Could I have been more wise? Was that joke really as funny as I thought it would be when I blurted it out?

And I think about these things for so much longer than they're actually relevant. So many of them are not actually relevant for long. They're just things that happened, and the other people involved have forgotten because it didn't matter that much to them. Or, even if they haven't forgotten, they certainly aren't letting it take up space in their heads.

There are things I wish I could have done differently, for certain. It's completely impossible to be perfect all the time. Sometimes I'm going to fail. But I have hope, and in hope, I shall continue to try to move forward. There's nothing else I can do.

Written By Mirari

Jan. 22, 2021, 4:08 p.m.(10/18/1014 AR)

Relationship Note on Lore

I feel like catching me and saving me from ending up with broken ribs and other injuries fast tracks Lore Artiglio to best friend status.

Written By Natasha

Jan. 22, 2021, 3:46 p.m.(10/18/1014 AR)

Compared to my past excursions back to the Mourning Isles since my arrival to Arx, my last visit was more action-packed than most.

I left before witnessing the next slew of crucifixions, however. While it is normally anathema for me to depart before a sentence is carried to its full and final conclusion, I am afraid that there was no time to linger.

May the Sentinel's justice continue to prevail.

Justice before the sea.

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