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Written By Zakhar

April 8, 2021, 11:33 p.m.(4/6/1015 AR)

Relationship Note on Clarisse

It's amusing the things we find when we're not directly looking for them. Thankfully catching up with a friend send them looking a wildly different direction. I believe that I've got a handle on what needs to be set, where holes should be and how to control it.

Yes. I had my cane! There's witnesses even!
The cats were smiling to the madness and that Lady with the other one, they seemed a little off didn't they? Or was I completely distracted?

Scholar! Hello. Were did ya come from?
Reports. Sorry for waking the lowers, though happy to report it was found the beaches under the bridge. Pain to get to, was still in one piece. Which means we're getting better with the metals. Going to look at some jewelry, some of those metals take a hammering good. Might be what's needed.

Written By Bahiya

April 8, 2021, 7:35 p.m.(4/5/1015 AR)

Coming to Arx brought many things.

Freedom, of course, but also time, space for growth and peace and purpose.

My heart is full. I am at peace and content in a way I have never been. What a blessing, this journey.

Written By Cambria

April 8, 2021, 5:16 p.m.(4/5/1015 AR)

Politics is about compromise. The opposing sides find some middle ground that they can accept or some combination of their proposals that prevent either side from feeling cheated by the other. Importantly, however, compromise should only be had when it is understood that both sides want what is best.

Of course, what is best and for whom is an entirely different matter.

Written By Amari

April 8, 2021, 11:56 a.m.(4/5/1015 AR)

I've sat down to write on three separate occasions and it wasn't ink that dripped from my quill, but great quantities of salt and venom. I need to be away from Arx again for a time to lessen my frustration and impatience. A jaunt out into the wilds might be just the thing. I can be as "pessimistic" as I care to be there. When returned to my proper element, I'll care not at all for the doings of the Compact and put firmly out of mind, all of my recent disappointments.

Such concerns fade quite naturally to nothing the deeper one goes into the wood. Do the ancient trees care for the hurt feelings of a lady passing beneath their boughs? The chipmunk for laws they've broken or the songbird for the latest fashions? Do the deer conspire among themselves in hushed tones, trading secrets they deny their lessers? Do the speckled trout in the stream plot dark machinations? Of course not. That's only for human minds to twist themselves into tight knots over.

I feel the time has arrived to shed the ill fitting skin that was necessary these last few years, but is no longer. I was never an obedient hound of perfect pedigree, but a stray who wandered in from the cold and forgot herself for a while, curled up by the warm hearth. If I snarl and bark when I shouldn't, it's only because I've finally woke from my long slumber and am remembering what I was, and was meant to be, and just how hungry I am.

Written By Katarina

April 8, 2021, 7:25 a.m.(4/4/1015 AR)

Spring has returned, and with it, the chest full of gowns that make my sister grit her teeth. She hides it well, but not from eyes that know her as family knows one another.

There is much to be done, and I am glad to return to work without risk of being lost in snowdrifts twice my height.

Written By Lyra

April 8, 2021, 4:56 a.m.(4/4/1015 AR)

I have been converted to the delight of hammocks. Perhaps it was the spring sunshine that dappled through the trees where we lay in it that so seduced me, or perhaps it was merely the slow creak of the trees as it lulled us to sonambulance. I shall have to look into getting a similar one slung between the elms in the gardens of Byrne Manor, though I'm not entirely certain it'll be as conducive to dealing with the paperwork of Cedar Vale as sitting at my desk would be.

Written By Denica

April 8, 2021, 2:09 a.m.(4/4/1015 AR)

I can still feel the sea,
underneath my feet.
It throws me.
The howling doesn't stop.
I howl back at it.
The city welcomes me.
I remember you,
it says.
Those roots run through,
all your spaces.
Water doesn't stop,
it only diverts.

Here I am. Next Chapter.

Written By Piccola

April 7, 2021, 8:24 p.m.(4/3/1015 AR)

To hate injustice and stand on righteousness is a difficult thing; to think that being righteous is the best one can do will bring many mistakes.

Honor is in a higher place than righteousness. This is very difficult to discover, but it is the highest wisdom. When seen from this standpoint, things like righteousness are rather shallow. If one does not understand this on their own, it cannot be known.

There is a method of finding honor, however, even if one cannot discover it by himself. This is found in consultation with others. Even a person who has not attained honor sees others from the side. Thought by thought we see our own mistakes.

Thus one can only be honorable in the shadow of others.

Written By Zakhar

April 7, 2021, 5 p.m.(4/3/1015 AR)

Scholar. Guards. Compact Wards.
Whoopsie.

In my interest to see what would happen I tried to tie three of the pots together. It was the most beautiful thing, up until I lost sight of them. From the sound that they make coming back down I can figure that at least one if not two came down somewhere near the Thrax and Valardin wards. It was not my intention to put a hole in someone's roof, and will be by shortly to look for them. I don't know where the third one landed.

If you spot a funny looking black pot that is still hissing please let me know.

Written By Santi

April 7, 2021, 11:26 a.m.(4/3/1015 AR)

Alright scholar.. what in the mother of fuck gives!?
The last few days people keep smiling at me and waving.
At first I thought maybe it was to someone behind me..

But even when alone it's happening.. What the hell happened
when out scouting bars for Thea's crawl today? Did I save someone!?
Did I tell someone to get fucked others wouldn't?

Why..the waves and smiles.. There must be something to it..

Or they are all plotting my murder and don't want me to catch on.

Written By Piccola

April 6, 2021, 5:34 p.m.(4/1/1015 AR)

The winter will soon lift and remove its indiscriminate judgment on the living.

The lively and libidinous spring beckons to bring opportunity to the cunning.

I survive and persist.

Written By Razija

April 6, 2021, 2:38 p.m.(4/1/1015 AR)

Relationship Note on Zakhar

It's time to start getting back into shape and chasing after some of the Blades.
Actually I expect Zakhar to be able to run me into the ground rather than lag behind. He's old, not dead.

Written By Azova

April 6, 2021, 12:19 p.m.(4/1/1015 AR)

There are so many thank yous that I owe, but nobody wishes to peruse lists of names. So, I will just say that I am very grateful to my own family for welcoming Lord Reve into our ranks with warmth and respect. And, to his family for their gracious and warm welcoming of me even though we have stolen him away to be a part of House Darkwater. Dame Bree and Sir Porter presided over a lovely, devout ceremony.

For all of the well wishes, and congratulations - they are very appreciated. Each alliance strengthens the ties of the Compact and builds fortune for their respective Houses.

PLUS, there is still free cherry liquor and perfumes available if anyone feels like they were missing out on that opportunity. Fair Warning though, the liquor is addictive and barely tastes of alcohol. It is nothing but trouble! (And was definitely Reve's doing)

Written By Giada

April 6, 2021, 10:18 a.m.(3/28/1015 AR)

A note to all: Never call anyone out on anything.

Written By Santi

April 6, 2021, 9:21 a.m.(3/28/1015 AR)

Relationship Note on Calypso

If any ever doubts we are related they only need spend a few minutes in our company together.

Written By Giada

April 6, 2021, 9:18 a.m.(3/28/1015 AR)

Spring is just around the corner. It is time to bust out those sheer silks, O Compact!

Written By Mabelle

April 6, 2021, 6:29 a.m.(3/28/1015 AR)

What a crazy week, scholar.

First I was able to educate myself properly on something that has evaded me for years! I managed to find some progress on a research I have been conducting for months! Then I was rushed in the middle of the night to deliver a baby!

So much happened this week! What do you mean its only Tuesday?

Written By Cirroch

April 6, 2021, 3:06 a.m.(3/28/1015 AR)

Relationship Note on Sapphira

For the record. My hand is only slightly sore. I'll be able to pick the axe or a drink within a short amount of time. Though right now, welcome to your little monkey, and I'm going to drain the whiskey stores.

Written By Medeia

April 6, 2021, 1:15 a.m.(3/28/1015 AR)

Scholar, when I asked you to help me find any interesting journals from the past several days so that I might keep apprised of what is happening in the city, I did not expect you to bring me three journals that mention me by name. On three unrelated topics! I feel like I have been doing less and less lately, so it is heartening to see that I am able to affect others in ways they find remarkable.

I thoroughly enjoyed preparing for and conducting the primer on healing herbs. I hope to make this a series, covering a broad range of herbs, flowers, and other plants that are medicinally useful. I spoke on dandy lions (in some regions, the flowers are called swine's snout), sunbride (perhaps known as Mary's gold to some), and sage. It has been requested that I cover nettles in an upcoming lesson, and I am happy to oblige. I am thinking I may host a tea blending workshop - after the twins are born.

I'm already cutting it close, I think, on some upcoming festivities. I'm reasonably confident I will make it through the wedding of Lady Thea and Lord Drake without concern. Marquessa Tyche and Prince Leonel, however? I suppose we will see. Which reminds me, I need to have the bottles of their wine included in the next shipment from Saikland. And the next feast in our hall is somewhere between those two weddings. We (well, someone who is in a condition suitable for dancing) will be teaching the steps to the traditional chain dance of the Eswynds, with music, and of course plenty of food and drink. I already have the plan for the next feast after ready to go! I've had a lot of time for planning.

Quickly, on the topic of planning, I am lucky to have the fantastic assistance of Lady Zoey, Lord Dycard, and Lady Quinley in pulling together a celebration of the Mourning Isles to be held in Crimson Square. I believe it is time for the harsh memory of the attack by traitors to be replaced with jubilant memories of our people coming together and sharing the things that make us all unique and interesting. There will be games and prizes, song and dance and stories, food and drink, displays of art, and more to highlight the houses of the Thrax fealty. I hope many from across the city attend and celebrate with us.

Princess Alarissa and Duke Hadrian both do me a kindness in their journals. Having had the opportunity to speak with both of them privately, separately, has been delightful and enriching. Knowing that the Thrax children are clamoring for the dolls simply means I shall have to commission more of them. But yes, both the princess and the duke provided me much to think about in our conversations. I am eager to follow up with them both (within the next decade, of course)!

Scholar, what is that look? Am I talking too much? Oh. Yes, I will absolutely have a doll commissioned of you. Are you writing this down? So I won't go back on my word. What would make you think I would?! Honestly, at the rate I keep getting you whenever I come to the Archive, you're liable to be my best friend in a week or two. This is getting long, though, isn't it? I suppose I'm done then.

Written By Svana

April 5, 2021, 8:40 p.m.(3/27/1015 AR)

Anything I have said in the past about how time doesn't heal all wounds - well, I'm changing my mind.

It hurts less and less these days. When I'm having a dreary day, I go to her and she holds me, and there is rarely time that she doesn't smile when she sees me - and more importantly, she smiles when she sees all the children.

I'm sorry for him, but I have mourned long enough and I've got a few souls who I need to live for - and myself too.

As a note... I owe much to Lord Jyri Whitehawk, who helped me have some closure in the matter of Jules' death. Thank you, Lord Jyri. I am so sorry to hear of you being returned to the wheel, and I am sorry for your children, who we talked about. I am sorry too, Lady Elora. He was a kind man.

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