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Written By Rowynna

Nov. 8, 2020, 4:55 a.m.(5/7/1014 AR)

More socks have appeared in my room, these ones knee-high and decorated with seal cubs and mariners. I'm really not sure what to make of it all, and these appear to have been sprayed with colognes and perfumes to disguise the underlying stench of being worn, perhaps for days, without being changed. Really, what is so hard about washing them?

Again there is a need to sleep with my windows thrown open.

Written By Rowynna

Nov. 8, 2020, 3:06 a.m.(5/7/1014 AR)

My trip to New Hope was productive, and work progresses well on the rebuilding of our family's holding, albeit wth a grim weight of unease that overshadowed everything. People work with a bleak determination knowing that all may once again be destroyed should Ivan the Apostate and his Eurusi allies spill onto our shores.

I did what I could to reassure, but return to Arx with a leaden heart.

Written By Aconite

Nov. 7, 2020, 11:15 p.m.(5/6/1014 AR)

Finally back from my adventure to see the newest members of the Compact in Tor. Though it's time-consuming it's worth it when I can gather those of like minds to help them build a future. We have taught them more of the lands and animals of Arvum and hope to continue to aid them to build a future, a life, here in the Compact. Their smiles made the travel and the work worth it all. I felt so at home and at peace when I danced with them and we all drank wine and told stories. I regret I was not in Arx to hear more of Eurus. Though at times the endless litany of horrors can become tiresome there are always slivers or something that helps to remind me. But if anything will soothe me for missing the gift of more knowledge, I think the memory of the smiles and the stories we shared will definitely do.

I'm hopeful to collect trinkets of the Horse Dancer and the madcap Bee Man to adorn my mantle soon.

Written By Signe

Nov. 7, 2020, 10:51 p.m.(5/6/1014 AR)

The rumors that he come to the city were abit surprising. But there could be nothing for it but I and the pack to end up at the Vila to see for ourselves. And there he was, the same as before, that white hair shining for all to see. We talked.. I know we will talk again soon.

Written By Ripley

Nov. 7, 2020, 10:38 p.m.(5/6/1014 AR)

I screamed like a stuck pig and threw a cow at a Duchess. Real smooth Ripley. Real fucking smooth.

Written By Evaristo

Nov. 7, 2020, 8:01 p.m.(5/6/1014 AR)

Relationship Note on Raja

I made a trade with Raja and got the most AMAZING DAGGER!

Written By Emberly

Nov. 7, 2020, 7:35 p.m.(5/6/1014 AR)

A flower.

A moment in time
waiting
wondering
the bud slowly forming
gently growing
a moment in time
softly frozen
dewdrops glistening
in the warmth of the sun.
Yellow rays, warming
slowly shifting
steadily opening
suspended in the moment
waiting
for a treasured bloom.

Written By Svana

Nov. 7, 2020, 7:03 p.m.(5/6/1014 AR)

Relationship Note on Anisha

Peaches and cream.

Written By Monique

Nov. 7, 2020, 6:59 p.m.(5/6/1014 AR)

I will forgive when there is something worth forgiving. Until then, all the sad looks in the world will not sway me.

Written By Sydney

Nov. 7, 2020, 12:06 p.m.(5/6/1014 AR)

Relationship Note on Lenne

I find myself wondering if the snow has thawed where you are, and if you're happier now without the things that brought you pain so very near to you.

I hope you were able to find solace. I hope your heart and mind still race at the possibilities of this world - I hope you still have piles and piles of books around you, so many that I could scarcely hope to catch up in a year, let alone a month. I admired that hunger. I admire it still.

You should see how absurdly long my hair has gotten. It's hard to believe that when we met I was self-conscious about the way it brushed the back of my neck, and now it's all but nipping my knees. Penning this makes me realize how long it's been since I saw you last, and the yawning feeling inside of me opens up again. There's room in my heart for many, and apparently room enough for the absence of many to be felt as keenly.

I hope you think on us, but I of all people know the value of finding peace with who you are as a person before being able to face the world properly. It's a process I'm still working on, myself.

Written By Sydney

Nov. 7, 2020, 11:57 a.m.(5/6/1014 AR)

Relationship Note on Shard

Until those who trample on our lives lay broken at our feet, flabbergasted in their flailing, wailing, gnashing and thrashing.

You were the first one to help me see.

Thank you.

Written By Dio

Nov. 7, 2020, 7:25 a.m.(5/5/1014 AR)

Relationship Note on Ophira

Congratulations, sister. Though I shall miss your graceful steps in the water garden, and our late conversations over rum beneath a sea of stars, my love sails with you always. May you find purpose and contentment in your union, and may New Hope prosper by your skill and creativity.

Written By Dycard

Nov. 7, 2020, 3:44 a.m.(5/5/1014 AR)

Taking The Intrepid out for the first time was glorious: the way she cut through the waves, and her lack of care for which way the wind blew. The crew performed well enough in their new duties and it was luckily an uneventful trip, but at least her maiden voyage wasn't one of war.

Written By Ryhalt

Nov. 7, 2020, 3:23 a.m.(5/5/1014 AR)

I find myself in prayer more often of late. Both for the war and for a personal decision I must make. My heart remains uneasy.

Written By Natasha

Nov. 7, 2020, 12:55 a.m.(5/5/1014 AR)

The Blackshores and their allies are an intensely dedicated group determined to defend their country and better the lives of those who reside in their domain. It was an honor and privilege to witness their free exchange of ideas towards that shared purpose this evening.

Written By Damiana

Nov. 6, 2020, 6:56 p.m.(5/4/1014 AR)

I'm looking forward to having more knights in the city.

Written By Avary

Nov. 6, 2020, 6:43 p.m.(5/4/1014 AR)

While you mightn’t commit the crime, the Sentinel judges should you stand aside and be silent to what you witness.

Written By Jyri

Nov. 6, 2020, 5:43 p.m.(5/4/1014 AR)

Amidst all the war planning, life goes on. The boys are getting so big, I am looking for a pony for Raavas - he already rides decently, and he loves animals as much as us and would look after his pony very well. Tahvo can wait a few years, or take over that pony after Raavas cause he will outgrow it. The twins have so long arms, and there's four of them instead of just two, we put everything in the center of the table or most of it would be on the floor. They are adorable.

I have enjoyed exploring the city itself more lately, and delved into some research into old buildings. I came upon some curious information about the Unkindness that is puzzling. If anyone reads this and know more about one Rinca Harren, don't be shy to reach out. There is a story there and I am curious to hear it.

Written By Tamsin

Nov. 6, 2020, 3:03 p.m.(5/4/1014 AR)

<At the top of the journal there's a quick sketch of what appears to be a folded letter, sealed with wax but not imprinted. At the bottom right corner there's a small jar of ink with a quill sticking out of it, and the bottom left corner has a pouch that might be sand for drying the ink. The actual journal entry is in the blank space between the three sketches.>

The Scholars teach us that every story has a beginning, a middle, and an end. The Queen of Endings teaches us that every life has a beginning and an end which she oversees. I've always lived knowing that it's what's in the middle that counts. That's where we get to write our own adventures and make of ourselves what we want to be.

But it can be a sobering lesson to learn that the end of some stories is just a wait. A prologue that goes nowhere.

Written By Amari

Nov. 6, 2020, 11:30 a.m.(5/4/1014 AR)

Relationship Note on Shard

I never thought I'd be one to miss Shard's regular and strident journals, as I often found her arguments rather unfairly biased and rooted more in anecdote than fact. However, the rank hypocrisy involved in the jubilant rush of some to join the latest cause is terribly deserving of a few unkind words. Wherever she's gone, I do hope she's grouching vigorously at someone, somewhere, over something.

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