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Written By Gael

Sept. 25, 2021, 3:14 a.m.(4/8/1016 AR)

Realize I ain't been around here for a while, Scholar, I think because I've been afraid to. Ever since Bastion, yes.
Writing to you, it has always been a way to let loose some, to speak my mind. To know that someday, sometime in the future where I'll be nothing more than a scattered memory, lost kin of mine may well stumble upon my musings. Learn something, maybe, from the breadth of my failings.

Lately, sadly, I haven't had anything good to write about. Nothing good to remember, full of sadness and regret I'd rather let forget, than to cope with; than to immortalize in these pristine, white sheets your followers are so fond of. I realize it is disingenuous maybe, to come to you only when the tide's on my side and the wind blows at my sails, rather than when the hour is at its darkest, but I'm not keen on putting down defeatist and bleak things. Sometimes they feel as though I'll bring them to life, for I'd rather avoid them, not think on them. If only I could forget. I think that'd be my power, if I ever got to choose. Some folk claim they'd like to fly, others to hold their breath or control the wind, some to sing in such a way they could wake the roots of a tree. I'd choose to forget.

Everything's been feeling wrong and out of place since what happened at the Crypts. The more I seek Lagoma's flame to ward off the cold, the fear, the anxious thoughts, the more it all seeps into my bones. That is what it's been: cold. I don't thaw as easy as I used to, and ever since that thing bit down on my shoulder, it's been making all sorts of queer noises when I stretch, or swing the sword. Comes out of its socket a lot easier, my throwing days are behind me. Maybe my sword days, too, if I test it too much.

The other night I went to some noble reunion. Odd invite, a friend's friend; just to drink, wanted some quiet and thought I had found it, but I didn't. Not the right place for it. Saw a lot of folk dancing, enjoying themselves, and I resented it. I didn't want to see life moving on after all that has happened, all the loss. People forgetting. Drinking. Laughing. It was too much.

Young people all around, noble and commoner alike, bringing their spontaneous good cheer down on me like a sledgehammer everywhere I go. I cannot relate. I am becoming an uncanny, unsettling, and self-absorbed thug at odds with the world, and no matter however many short-wicked joys I allow myself, his face. I cannot erase it from the forefront of my mind. It is there with me when I wake every night, and it haunts my dead-angle when I close my eyes to try and sleep. It is all in my head. Echoes of things I cannot comprehend, swirling in there, taking me for long trips that bring only dizziness and sleeplessness.

And more than that: I am sad. There is an absence inside of me, something missing that's still in the water, not floating but under the sea. Waiting. Calling, maybe.

Either way, that's it from me, Scholar. Would've fit some bits more but, been doing nothing more than rigging since three days back, and my hand's cramping up bad-like. We're going back to Bastion. Some scouting business, denizens looking for answers, and I hope we find them.

And that nothing finds us.

Written By Medeia

Sept. 25, 2021, 3:12 a.m.(4/8/1016 AR)

Relationship Note on Haakon

I have no shortage of reasons to be proud of my husband.

He truly is remarkable. I wish the whole of the Compact had witnessed the Rite of Gloria.

Written By Medeia

Sept. 25, 2021, 3 a.m.(4/8/1016 AR)

Relationship Note on Titus

Lord Titus Vaevici has been a true friend to Eswynd, bringing his ship and crew to our aid in times of conflict. He's taken injuries on our behalf that, honestly, even I am impressed he survived - and I am the one that tended many of those wounds! I did not know, some two years ago now, that when I befriended Baroness Calla that I would find myself grateful to her cousin for his invitation to explore the jungle around the Calderra, that I'd have a rare flowering vine from those travels growing in my conservatory, or that the relationship would come to bear fruit for an alliance between our houses - mine not even being mine, at that time!

Though he was not victorious in the Rite of Gloria against my husband, he maintained dignity, fervor, and honor. His dedication is unquestionable. It is a privilege to have one such as him on your side. Someday, I hope to be able to express my gratitude in a more tangible way. What does one gift an ally?

Written By Haakon

Sept. 25, 2021, 2:33 a.m.(4/8/1016 AR)

Recited at the Rite to Gloria, immediately before crossing swords with Titus Vaevici:

"Goddess of valor, hear us!

By your gifts our kin are fed,
By your arts we conquer dread,
For the weak we stand in stead
Whilst toward danger ever tread.

On this the eve of newest strife
Where the gallant will wager life,
Spending free their strength and pain
Fallen Bastion to regain,
Let our deeds of blood and steel
Please ye, Goddess, strong and leal,
That we valiant mortals might
Do great deeds beneath thy sight.

We praise ye, Goddess, now attend
As we to thee our steel psalm send."

Written By Rosalind

Sept. 24, 2021, 8:54 p.m.(4/7/1016 AR)

I'm going to be traveling to Bastion again. I know it's probably not the smartest move I've done,, but it's important. I fee like I can help more being more there than here. Why are you looking at me like that, scholar?! I know what I'm doing! Sorta...KINDA!

Written By Rosalind

Sept. 24, 2021, 8:51 p.m.(4/7/1016 AR)

Spring is here! It's not hot yet, so I love it! It's a rebirth. You can smell the dirt, feel the squish of the mud between my toes. Soon I'll be pulling the weeds from the gardens. Planting flowers and vegetables. I'm so very excited.

Written By Thea

Sept. 24, 2021, 8:45 p.m.(4/7/1016 AR)

The reception of the Princess Jaenelle and Princes-er--Prince Noah. It was, well..I have not many words to describe it. It was unique and beautiful. Much like the Princess herself and likely Noah to be honest. The unique. Not the beautiful. Clearly. To get to reception itself, you had to get through a labyrinth, where there small gifts here and there. It was a great time, and I will honestly say, I had the best date. Thank you, Den!

Written By Viviana

Sept. 24, 2021, 8:43 p.m.(4/7/1016 AR)

( Leila's been taking to studying in the Archives lately, so I've asked her to bring my entry to the Whites. )

I am utterly drunk off Saiklands wine, good and strong and smooth with the sort of charm I would expect from a suitor because it swept me right off my feet. A good thing, especially since I will be on my side for a time and all the feather-filled pillows do nothing for the bruised backside where once dignity sat proudly -- as I seemed to have forgotten my seat on a horse, which -- oh, V, it smarts.

Quite.

I'll not be forgetting that anytime soon. After this, I will sample my protégé Lore's Squid Ink and recall that I made my escort to the Grayson-Velenosa wedding reception chase us ourselves around in circles in that labyrinth -- it was maddeningly fun. All of that running about with Aella and I still forgot about those daggers. Diamondplate's lovely -- but it's still within grasp. The whole of it. The jewelry is artful, the scents are unique, so, those will all get tucked away somewhere.Oh

(I keep my eyes open for more. For better. Not for myself, mind, but for those precious few I desperately want to spoil. Looking at you -- )

Finally. These last couple of missives are so mesmerizing, Scholar. I have read and read them over again, lost in the language of them, with fingertips tracing the loop and curl of scripted words -- like holy scripture, these thoughts -- each describes which color speaks to them. It's art. I would write to them of the midnight rainbow a raven's feathers turn, that iridescent blue that prideful green and that velvet black. Or, I can write it here and savor all of that writing all over again.

I think I will.

Where's the Ink?

Written By Raven

Sept. 24, 2021, 7:35 p.m.(4/7/1016 AR)

Cause what destruction you can but I See you. Perhaps history will remember only the power it took to lay to waste what fell. I See You. All things are ruled by their nature. You will fail because it is your nature. Enjoy futility turning your victory to ash. I certainly will.

Written By Oswyn

Sept. 24, 2021, 2:16 p.m.(4/7/1016 AR)

So I'm going to scout at Bastion. I am perhaps not the most likely person to go, but my intent is to take care of those more robust than myself as a physician. Usually I try to keep out of the way in a fight. I hope I'm not a detriment to my team. Time to bring out the leathers again --- and a bandana? I look strange in a bandana but I'm sure I would look stranger with no head at all.

Written By Lark

Sept. 24, 2021, 2:03 p.m.(4/6/1016 AR)

If only there were a way to express my ever-growing gratitude to brave and honorable strangers.

Written By Piccola

Sept. 24, 2021, 10:11 a.m.(4/6/1016 AR)

We live in a world of walls, my friend, and those walls are defended by people who have accepted that, at any time, they could be sent to their deaths. We generals have the responsibility to send them to their ends. Sometimes we have the responsibility of sending ourselves to the same. And we do this because we believe in something greater than ourselves.

Sometimes, our choices seem dangerous and reckless. But we are entrusted with that grave responsibility: to make the decisions which shall be questioned because such decisions purchase such luxury. And while we may seem grotesque or incomprehensible, this does not obviate our duties to our Houses, our soldiers, and our people.

The truth is that when a monster is needed, we are asked to be that monster. We train to cut out our hearts when we face our enemies for they are trained the same. We have been beaten and bloodied, but we accept this because of words like honor, code, and loyalty. These form the backbone of every company sent to keep those walls.

Marquessa Sabine restored my honor for one purpose. There was a price for it. I accepted that price. As I have written before, we but pay back debt for our lives in one way or another, and it is ill of us to question the reasons why, at times, that debt is called. As I have written before, I have accepted my death, and now truly live. Now is the time.

Written By Isabeau

Sept. 24, 2021, 12:05 a.m.(4/5/1016 AR)

I heard a curious whisper of a name follow me about the city today as I was collecting up some new fabrics for playing with. I'm honored and a little bewildered at it. And a bit charmed. I've done a lot this past year between the fabrics, the Knight Games, and... well. I have devoted time to my people and my family and I don't intend to stop.

Written By Esme

Sept. 23, 2021, 1:55 p.m.(4/4/1016 AR)

Dearest Reader,

It is never my place to make a choice for another or to judge the choice that has been made or will be made. Our paths that we walk are our own. I feel to write in the whites today instead of the blacks. Life is not always an easy walk to have. There are many hurdles. There are many things that happen. They hurt us, they break us, but we are so loved. We are loved by the Gods around us. They hear our prayers and our desires. They know our hearts.

Even when we feel our most broken, we are not alone. We are are being built to something more. Metal does not become a sword unless it is put to the flames and fire to be redesigned. As people, we choose our paths with each breath. We must choose daily what we are to be and what we could become. I am always captivated by the choices that people make. I am captivated as well by the paths they don't take. I suppose people just captivate me. It's why I ask so many questions.

While I would not dare to think I know better or to alter a person's decision, I would ask for reflection upon the hearts of man. We are capable of so much greatness. We love. We aspire. We attain. We create. We build. We grow. We do so much in the concepts of the Gods images. We are blessed and touched by them in our lives. So, I offer a word of caution. You may go on your path as you choose and if you can read this, I will always be here for you if you need to unburden your heart. Or if you just need an ear to listen. However, caution, darlings. So much caution. For vengeance may seem like the answer. Perhaps the stories of like for like. Punishment for Crime. Life for Life. But I caution still.

It is a dark path to walk. It also offers those within the shadows and darkness a foothold to twist. For your shattered feelings to be used against you and your people if you are not cautious to how you act, think, and move on your path. We are amazing for all the good we can do, but we are also duality. We can destroy so much in our way, in our path, in our quest if we become too single-focused. If you, my most beloved readers, choose this path. The path of vengeance and the darker path, please make sure that you cloak yourself in light. Come to the shrines. Pray to the Gods. Let them put their hands upon your heart to protect it. The road will not be easy, Darlings, if you choose to walk it. Please know if nothing else. No matter what road you choose, you can always change your mind. You are never alone. The Gods are there. I am here.

If you need someone, please send a missive, please say your prayers.

As always, My Brave Travelers, be mindful of your steps on the path. Be mindful of the line between morality and Godhood and where you are choosing to step. Be mindful your choices have ripples even if they are invisible to the moment. And remember always, you are not alone and you are so very loved.

Written By Medeia

Sept. 23, 2021, 12:38 p.m.(4/4/1016 AR)

It's spring! Scholar, I'm so very happy that I will be able to hold lessons out in the garden again. It is so much nicer being able to discuss plants with them flourishing all around you. The garden at the sanctuary is coming along into Its spring colors beautifully, too. Soon, I'll have fresh herbs instead of dried. And bright, sweet berries! I've been thinking of some new tea blends - both to offer my patients and for simply enjoying.

Perhaps I will expand my lessons. I've been keeping them fairly simple, so that beginning students could understand. But it may be time to bring the public lessons along in expertise, offer more in depth information about making medicines and treating certain things. Yes. I will begin to draft lesson plans.

Written By Mabelle

Sept. 23, 2021, 12:36 p.m.(4/4/1016 AR)

Relationship Note on Sabine

I never got to tell you: you were my inspiration.

Written By Lucita

Sept. 23, 2021, 11:04 a.m.(4/4/1016 AR)

There are things Lady Medeia and I should discuss with Lord Gaspar and perhaps alos Lady Piccola. I just don't know how to approach the topics yet. It is so ... complex.

Written By Mattheu

Sept. 23, 2021, 9:35 a.m.(4/4/1016 AR)

The weather has changed and warmth is coming back. If I was back in Riva, I would have been thinking about packing up the slip and heading back along the coast in a slow fashion of odd deliveries and adventures until the snows were in a full melt, after a long winter's worth of adventure in the Southern seas - far away from the cold weather.

I came to the city in the fall, and have stayed put throughout the cold. Those in my family might have been waiting for me to snap, or get into some altercation and up and leave... Nothing wrong with this, and I myself am amused that for one that has been nearly always on the move that I've found reasons to stay here in the city and am seeking more interest to pursue within it.

With a change of season a change of color might be needed.

While the rest prepare for war, possibly more devastation and a celebration of treaties, life will continue on with the wind finding its way to connect those that are in need of finding something more.

Hopefully we as a people are able to do so by coming together to be stronger together, instead of the severe wedge of differing viewpoints within life that we're facing now.

Written By Iseulet

Sept. 23, 2021, 7:58 a.m.(4/4/1016 AR)

Some of my very best friends are the ladies I play bingo with every Thursday night at the Empyrean. They may be well into their 70's but they haven't lost their keen wits or senses of humor.

Last night I asked them all for marriage or relationship advice, as I hope to one day be married.

Honestly, they were gems. I will share some of them here.

"Beauty fades, and so will his eyesight. There’s no sense of worrying." -Fern

"The best way to get most husbands to do something is to suggest that perhaps they’re too old to do it." -Alberta

"Before you marry him, listen to him chew. If you can stand that noise for the rest of your life, then go ahead with the wedding." -Bernadette

Written By Mabelle

Sept. 22, 2021, 11:31 p.m.(4/3/1016 AR)

It seems the constant traveling brings fatigue that finds me without my graces. The group of artists we were escorting to Artshall were.. special.
I am grateful for the company of my peers from Arx that managed to keep the journey pleasant and without further trouble.

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