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Written By Porter

Dec. 6, 2020, 3:52 p.m.(7/8/1014 AR)

Relationship Note on Eleanor

I had the good fortune this last week of being allowed to train in morning drills with the King's Own! I was seeking additional training with my new sword and Lord Commander Eleanor has been instructing me. She's a teacher of the highest caliber and I find that I'm becoming just a bit more skilled each time. It's a different sort of fight, this smaller blade. Not as small as a dagger, of course. But there's a level of engagement and closing that I'm not quite used to. Also the weight is different. It requires entirely different footwork as well.

I find the practice is very good for me in other ways too. It keeps me from thinking too hard. I would never recommend hard thinking if you can help it.

Written By Kiera

Dec. 6, 2020, 3 p.m.(7/8/1014 AR)

I have heard tale that richard is reurning from his time away. I am excited about this> I have missed him so. I hope to have more to report soon.

Written By Nina

Dec. 6, 2020, 2:13 p.m.(7/8/1014 AR)

Haven't heard from me lately? I'm sorry! I've been working on some... construction projects. Another small new hobby. You might even call it... engineering? Lately I've been fascinated with how water moves through things. I want to incorporate it in my design and in my music. I want to make music with water...

Written By Kiera

Dec. 6, 2020, 2:07 p.m.(7/8/1014 AR)

I've had a delightful surprise this week scholar. An impromptu song from Nightengale Gianna Delvechio while I was visiting the Ambassador's ballroom . A splendid song of summer. What a treat

Written By Ripley

Dec. 6, 2020, 2:02 p.m.(7/8/1014 AR)

Toad. Oh Toad. Beloved lovely toad. Of the wrinkled face that you can put your hands to either side and smoosh around. All that skin that just squishes around and ears that flop way down low. I love you. Your fat belly turned up to the sky and your paws in the air when you sleep and the ears flopped to either side of you as you snore away louder than the bellows when I have to push air over the coals.

With that white toe, white tail tip and the three destroyed shoes already. Ohhh Toad.

Toad.

Beloved Toad.

I don't love you more than I love her though.

Written By Lou

Dec. 6, 2020, 1:16 p.m.(7/8/1014 AR)

Traveling across the ocean to a far away land in a caravel is quite the experience, but sometimes the land sickness is real after being out to sea for so long. My head still very much thinks that I'm on a boat. The rest of my body does too, and the land sways as if we're on the ocean. I'm not normally affected like this, but I've also never been at to sea for so long before. Past voyages in the Eventide vast always fell short of my goal because our ships were not ocean going vessels like the caravels.

I'll write more of my travels later, once the land sickness subsides and I can think of something other than not falling over.

Written By Gerrick

Dec. 6, 2020, 12:50 p.m.(7/8/1014 AR)

When war looms, this is when we see the truth that many have spent years trying to hide.

Written By Haakon

Dec. 6, 2020, 12:39 p.m.(7/8/1014 AR)

It has been asked what makes a Mourning Islander.

I was Abandoned before my people joined the Compact. Then and now, the Arvani Islesfolk may agree with me but little, but what follows is my truth.

Isles are defined by the sea, and so are the men and women who dwell upon them.
The Mourning Sea is harsh and unforgiving. It bestows great bounty and brings great calamity. The wind and waves do not compromise or care for the whims or wills of mortals, which have ever been fickle. We learn to respect what is constant: strength, courage, family, and tradition. The Old Ways let us survive where thousands of weaker rivals did not. To abandon these ways is to abandon survival. To call the Old Ways wicked is to call our survival wicked.

Wind and water are in constant motion; one may never gaze upon the same Sea twice. Every sailor knows that a course must be corrected a thousand times to be kept true, and change is not something we will inherently hate, but we will rage against being compelled to change, for our hard choices have allowed our families to endure, and no man or beast will cheerfully abandon its own life.

Life is harsh and painful. There is beauty and warmth as well, but life in the Mourning Sea remains cold and often ugly. Islesfolk see it as dishonest to pretend otherwise. To flinch at a coarse word is seen as weakness, to weep over what cannot be changed is folly. Only a fool shouts at the wind to change direction.

There is honor in suffering for the house.
The Mourning Isles are hard and they have bred hard sons and daughters. Sacrifice is in our blood, appeals to our emotion or sentiment will often falter on the cold rocks of pragmatism.

Eswynd Rock is not a rich island. Few outside the Compact are. In fair seasons, when fields and fishmongers harvest aplenty, enough will be left to see all folk through the winter. Most seasons are not so fair. In the worst seasons, when the life of the tribe flickers, the mothers and children will have all the food, while the warriors take to their longships, each captain swearing not to return without enough food to see their ship through until mid-spring.

Those too old or frail to pull an oar will dress as they wish Mangata to receive them, bid their kin fare well, and walk into the ocean rather than eat what could sustain a child.

Some may call us barbaric, if they come from wealthy lands with little want. They may call us savages if they cannot see past their own learned ways. But if nothing else, know this much: if all voices in Arvum were raised against you, demanding with threats of steel, silver, or sentiment that you change; that your coarse words be smoothed, your hard habits be softened, and with utter zeal in their eyes demand that your position is hopeless and you must relent..

An Islesman will answer "Nay."
An Eswynd will say "The Wind cares not."
This Eswynd will bid them "Go fuck yourself."

Written By Romulius

Dec. 6, 2020, 9:38 a.m.(7/8/1014 AR)

A friend and mentor posed a question to me:

What does it mean to be a swordsman?

While I will not share my answer to the query here, I will say that it is something that bears consideration for any who fancy themself any sort of warrior.

Written By Lisebet

Dec. 6, 2020, 8:58 a.m.(7/8/1014 AR)

I made a short and uneventful trip recently to Princess Valencia's Gold Hart for one of her sipping and sparring events. I did not partake in the sparring, but did somewhat try the other. This particular event was for the Great Cathedral renovations, and I donated on behalf of myself and House Ashford.

It was an honour to do so, on behalf of our House - and I do hope that much more quickly than expected we can recover from this destruction.

Now I turn my thoughts to how best to continue to help those in need, so that they are hopefully not deceived by pretty lies that offer them everything that will fix their wrongs.

Written By Rowynna

Dec. 6, 2020, 8:46 a.m.(7/8/1014 AR)

Is there ever anything more wonderful than finding yourself immersed in a new piece of research. I have Lord Martino to thank for this, he piques my curiousity with mentions of this and of that, and I'm able to lose myself in the Vellichorian Archives once again. The scholars will soon tire of me, so perhaps I'd better see if our cook can rustle me up some treats to ply them with to endear my cause to them.

Written By Sunaia

Dec. 5, 2020, 9:39 p.m.(7/7/1014 AR)

I'll probably forget, Scholar, so I'll need to make a note of it.

Two less than a fortnight. A torrid heel.

Written By Zyanya

Dec. 5, 2020, 7:27 p.m.(7/7/1014 AR)

The promise of dawn, of this
rose-gold cacophany is a secret kept
behind the fanning clouds.

Only the clouds know how to smile as you do,
how to smile and how to move on.

Written By Graziella

Dec. 5, 2020, 5:18 p.m.(7/6/1014 AR)

I have purchased a few Calderan Bloodstones and am having some unique jewelry created using them... not precisely the way to prepare for war but I don't know what else to do with myself lately. I have been spending quite some time around Lord Romulius and I am very much looking forward to meeting some of his family and friends.

Lady Leena Igniseri, for example, has already proven an eager new friend and I fear I have already failed to make her feel welcome... I am simply rubbish at returning missives... perhaps I'll write her back later. If I don't forget again... I am curious how her dinner went.

Written By Rysen

Dec. 5, 2020, 4:09 p.m.(7/6/1014 AR)

Relationship Note on Alistair

I am deeply honored to have been named Senior Confessor by the High Inquisitor. I'll strive to be worthy of the position, and serve the inquisitors as best I can.

Written By Orland

Dec. 5, 2020, 11:56 a.m.(7/6/1014 AR)

Relationship Note on Fredrik

Thoughts of a Friend and Student:

Who comes to a tavern and brings work with them? Someone who obviously isn't looking to do work. The conversation we got into about economics has had me thinking on it for days afterward. I can't say I'm as skilled as this man is with his numbers, I barely got through the third test he flung at me, and I'm certain there was more waiting. I think I spent the rest of the afternoon, quite puzzled about it all. I need more of his time, if he's willing, to consider me a friend and student both.

Is it terrible that I'm learning to smile more.

Written By Macario

Dec. 5, 2020, 10:52 a.m.(7/6/1014 AR)

What’s the definition of good? At a high level, that’s an easy answer. But let’s expand the thought. What’s best for the greater good? To who’s benefit? The people? Which people? Our civilization is complex enough where there’s no one greater good. There are conflicting greater goods, and what might be deem lesser goods. I ask, because I’m working on a contract that defines the usage of a thing only for good. It’s a good contract. But I struggle with, how do we define good? There could be two sides of the same issue both for a greater good, but a different greater good. There could be an assumption that helping one faction will build a greater good, but it takes risk that might not always benefit the greater good.

So what is the greater good? Thankfully, as a lawyer, I don’t need to define this. I just need to work on a structure of mediators that are impartial to define the greater good in specific instances. That’ll work, right?

Written By Lyra

Dec. 5, 2020, 10:35 a.m.(7/6/1014 AR)

The city treats me well and the transition here from Cedar Vale couldn't have gone better.

My diary is quickly filling with business and social invitations, and I foresee that I'm going to be terribly busy in the upcoming months. Thank goodness for Master Asterion, our Master of Coin, who has taken me under his wing. I couldn't wish for a better guiding hand than his.

Written By Leena

Dec. 5, 2020, 9:19 a.m.(7/6/1014 AR)

Relationship Note on Cirroch

This giant powerful man is perhaps one of the more jovial, and gentle that I have ever seen. Spending some brief time with him at the Golden Hart was surprising and illuminating. I hope you continue to grow your house, and your presence in Arx. He's a spot of interesting in a sea of what can become a monotonous bore.

Written By Leena

Dec. 5, 2020, 9:17 a.m.(7/6/1014 AR)

Relationship Note on Valencia

As I grow closer to the Princess, it's easy to see that how could anyone not? Beauty, warmth, an inner and out embrace of positivity and beauty. I feel blessed to count her as a dear friend.

Congratulations on your successful fundraiser my friend, I'm quite certain you will have so many, many more successes.

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