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Written By Sunniva

Sept. 26, 2020, 3:34 p.m.(2/6/1014 AR)

How to deliver bad news is always something of a concern. Do it too softly, and the person receiving such news does not understand the truth of what is being said. Deliver it too harshly, and their shock and pain overtake them.

It is a fine line.

Written By Sunniva

Sept. 26, 2020, 3:21 p.m.(2/6/1014 AR)

I wonder at the slow erosion of simple manners. Not courtly manners, those are a creature unto themselves, but simple ones - saying please, thank you. Not replying to messages with even a simple 'Thank you but no!'. And nevermind expecting a simple, "Pardon me," when bumped!

Perhaps it is the way of the city now - after being away for many years, it is entirely possible that such niceties are simply not a part of life in Arx anymore.

Written By Sedna

Sept. 26, 2020, 12:06 p.m.(2/6/1014 AR)

The choice to move my hobby off Redreef grounds has been validated thrice over. Arx draws more of our loose-knit family closer together and I can't imagine half of them tolerating the noise. The studio at Bright Forge is better equipped to contain the mess. Not to mention, Seren and her smiths are a helpful, charming company to keep.

Written By Talwyn

Sept. 26, 2020, 11 a.m.(2/5/1014 AR)

A friend recently shared a poem she had written and had asked for a critique of it. However, she also admitted that she was a poor poet and asked for forgiveness.

A sincere effort never should need forgiveness. The words may not be perfect rhymes, the cadence may not be fully on target.

But if you have placed your heart within the words, you have never failed in art.

The only time you should ever consider forgiveness is if your intent was to be harmful with your words. If you are attempting to besmirch Jayus or the subject of your poetry, then yes, forgiveness should be asked.

But never for the honest attempt.

Written By Aconite

Sept. 26, 2020, 9:43 a.m.(2/5/1014 AR)

In the chill, I have been able to spend what time I haven't been at Market working on my dances. I forgot how fun they were. I need a larger space to practice in I think. My social life has suffered some and I find myself missing the ruminative conversations with favorite people. Though I suppose part of me does not mind. There is some anticipation in hearing of the many victories of my friends. I can bloom again then the thaw comes.

Written By Amari

Sept. 26, 2020, 9:24 a.m.(2/5/1014 AR)

Mysterious? Me?


Maybe.

Written By Ida

Sept. 26, 2020, 9 a.m.(2/5/1014 AR)

Slowly, but surely, getting through the backlog of work. I don't like being behind, but I also don't like turning away people who are willing to trust me to make their blades. It's always a sort of balance, I suppose.

Written By Rowynna

Sept. 26, 2020, 7:18 a.m.(2/5/1014 AR)

I have had an incredibly busy few months away from the city, industrious even, as I settle into my position as Minister of Population for House Blackshore. I am indescribably thrilled that Baroness Skye saw enough merit within me to bestow the honour of the appointment, and I am eager to present to her my ideas, thoughts and observations which I have now compiled from those months in New Hope. Quite serendipitously I made the acquaintence of Lady Mabelle Laurent yesterday evening whilst working in the Great Archive, and she has offered me the benefit of her experience and wisdom in her own capacity as a Minister of Population. It will be good to discuss ideas with someone that has trod my path ahead of me.

Despite the ache and leaving New Hope, I am pleased to return to Arx as I found myself missing the city more than I imagined I might. I feel that I can finally look forward to the coming days and months with renewed anticipation.

Written By Preston

Sept. 26, 2020, 7:02 a.m.(2/5/1014 AR)

Surprises can come even when you do expect them.

Written By Monique

Sept. 26, 2020, 2:05 a.m.(2/5/1014 AR)

Relationship Note on Ripley

I had the most interesting evening. And of course I won, but I think we both won, really.

Written By Lucita

Sept. 25, 2020, 7:20 p.m.(2/4/1014 AR)

Sometimes all you need is a hug.

Written By Porter

Sept. 25, 2020, 6:38 p.m.(2/4/1014 AR)

Relationship Note on Amelie

I lost an arm wrestling match! This means it's time to hit the training even harder.

Written By Aine

Sept. 25, 2020, 4:35 p.m.(2/4/1014 AR)

I managed to make myself leave the warmth of the Hall today to visit the Dire Bee Lounge and I have to say it was absolutely charming. I had hot chocolate with a shot of apple honey whiskey in it, and I'll have to visit again soon to try some of the entrees. And then sweettalk someone into rolling me back to the Ward, I imagine.

Written By Mabelle

Sept. 25, 2020, 4:19 p.m.(2/4/1014 AR)

I have passed by the window of the Dire Bee Lounge and saw people inside, sitting and eating.
I am so pleased people have access to all that Artshall has to offer.
I'm proud.

Written By Trueth

Sept. 25, 2020, 3:39 p.m.(2/4/1014 AR)

It is so good to be in the City! I do not normally write with such exuberance but it is called for when I have come to home to the people I love the most. I never forgot how much I loved them, but I was different then. Stuck in a sadness that pulled me into black tar depths of muck and stickiness which I could not escape. But now I realize that I must come home for my son's sake, and my own too. He needs his family just as much as I do.

Baroness Ember has welcomed me with open arms and I have had the good fortune to bump into my brother, Lord Dariel! It has been ages since I've seen him properly and he is all grown up now. So handsome and well, I think he was glad to see me. I've made new acquaintances, such as Lady Thea and Lady Eirene Malvici, who invited me to go on a pub crawl and watch some sort of bull festivities which I am foggy about.

Marquis Oskar Eswynd has agreed to be my patron and I am quite looking forward to our endeavours together, as well as projects that I might be of assistance with in regards to Marquessa Quenia Igniseri. Already just barely in the City and already so full of promise. I think I am beginning to like the winter, strangely enough.

Written By Tanith

Sept. 25, 2020, 1:25 p.m.(2/4/1014 AR)

I'm starting to think Stormbird was right- the Murder couch -is- a throne worth of the Queen of Endings. Life, death, birth ... it's seen it all. I don't feel sorry for it anymore.

Written By Sydney

Sept. 25, 2020, 11:57 a.m.(2/3/1014 AR)

Should the day come where I hold myself with half the self-importance of select portions of this city, please rub a copy of this journal in my face.

Written By Lucita

Sept. 25, 2020, 11:49 a.m.(2/3/1014 AR)

Delicious tea shared with Legate Ailith and Archlector Avary. I just wish it had been under less trying circumstances.

Written By Cirdan

Sept. 24, 2020, 7:17 p.m.(2/2/1014 AR)

Relationship Note on Margerie

I cannot imagine there ever was any doubt, but the Baroness Margerie Clement's offer to would-be students of the fine arts of diplomacy was not only genuine, but very much worth it. Better yet, continued mentoring instead of the off lesson given quickly means the experience is all the more worth it.

Written By Alessia

Sept. 24, 2020, 6:31 p.m.(2/2/1014 AR)

I pray to Gloria for not only strength of arms, but strength of spirit for the coming year. War can have a significant affect on one's character. Soon, even those who were said to constantly walk in Her light find themselves transformed into shells of who they once were.

Anyone can stray from the path of the gods when challenged. A Knight must not allow loss and setbacks to cloud their judgement. They must not lose their honor in combat or ignore the pleas of the helpless to quench their blood thirst. They must not lose sight of what made them choose to fight in the first place.

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