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Written By Iseulet

Jan. 19, 2021, 11:55 a.m.(10/12/1014 AR)

I absolutely must find a cake for a new friend.
It cannot be just any old cake but the most amazing cake in the whole of Arvum.
I'm going to be pestering bakers for the foreseeable future for something spectacular.
Something so delicious it can melt a heart of ice. I wonder if such a cake exists.

Written By Dio

Jan. 19, 2021, 10:19 a.m.(10/12/1014 AR)

Relationship Note on Tatyana

Our mission in the Isle of Markets hinged on Lady Tatyana Grimhall's ability to forge a legal code capable of managing extremely disparate elements of a large port in the Saffron Chain: Seraceni and Pravosi importers and exporters, prodigal craftsfolk, smugglers, pirates returning with plunder, and local agricultural traders. Anne had grumbled about the quantity of tomes Lady Grimhall brought aboard The Osprey that had to be stored in water tight containers - but those efforts were not in vain.

Lord Ciro and Lord Orland were able to convince a number of influential traders to share much about the markets with Lady Tatyana. From this, and carefully following precedent - both in the traditions of Ischia as well as those used elsewhere in the Lyceum, the Mourning Isles and the Compact - she carefully constructed laws that promised fairness and prosperity to many. Such laws were sorely needed in the Isle of Markets, where warring factions squeezed all they could from the people, lining their own pockets until they were swallowed by some vicious rival. For too long the governors of Seraceni had turned a blind eye to the port, in order to defend against the Gray Woman and the Skal'dajans, but with Lady Tatyana's laws, there is a new order - one that respects the spirit of Ischia and House Seraceni, leaving the greatest share of freedom, with severe consequences for those who violate what the oaths of our vassals and traders must hold sacred.

I had the privilege of visiting Duchess Vanora and Lady Tatyana with Lord Orland. It is no secret that I hold House Grimhall in high esteem as a seafaring House who has weathered the storms of change with dignity, intelligence, and resilience. The hospitality and company of the Duchess of Grihem's Point is a great pleasure, and I was happy to share with her the accomplishments of her kin. In company, Lady Tatyana is the perfect exemplar of Thraxian nobility, but if one manages to catch her in the right moment, one finds wit, good humor, and courage. It is little wonder, after getting to know Lady Tatyana, that the nobility of the Compact are so inclined to seek unions with the scions of House Grimhall.

Written By Malcolm

Jan. 19, 2021, 9:11 a.m.(10/12/1014 AR)

-- saw to it that a few of the Compact's own had the funds they needed for proper gear, before they are needing to go about the business of doing the hard work.

It's easy work, I think, to sit behind the desk and sign off on notes to make sure folk have their leathers or diamondplate.

Still, hope it's good work.

All I ever wanted to do is good work.

Written By Lianne

Jan. 19, 2021, 7:20 a.m.(10/12/1014 AR)

As a rule of thumb, when faced with the incomprehensible: ask.

Written By Apollo

Jan. 19, 2021, 6:09 a.m.(10/12/1014 AR)

A Whisper I am, then.

Written By Monique

Jan. 19, 2021, 3:22 a.m.(10/11/1014 AR)

On making amends. I have done this in my life. Set aside pride and ego to apologize, and that is an exceptionally difficult thing for me. But every time, it has been worth it. Never squander such rare opportunities.

Written By Savio

Jan. 18, 2021, 11:47 p.m.(10/11/1014 AR)

Relationship Note on Dio

Some fool named Borios tried to scam the Marquis, trying to sell him tin arrowheads. Can you imagine?

As was sung in a tavern in Pieros:

Come and hear a warning, boys
About a man trying to sell tin toys
'Ah, arrowheads! Won't you buy so many
Noble lord of Seraceni?'

You shouldn't try to roll a lord
Who's sharp with his wits and sharper with a sword
That man's learned a lesson, I grant
Now he'll have to change his pants

Be honest and we'll get along just fine
Pravosi are lovely and our coin's divine
Try to sell shit as something glorious?
Best think twice or we'll do you like Borios.

Written By Savio

Jan. 18, 2021, 11:41 p.m.(10/11/1014 AR)

Relationship Note on Zakhar

As was sung in a tavern in Pieros:

Do you know Zakhar? Well you ought to, hey
He's a tough old man tryin' to convey
Something I don't know through a righteous accent
I think I got what he more or less meant?

He's a generous man, here's the shirt off his back
Did you know it's also one he's craft?
That's right friends, he works leather too
Whatever you want, Zakhar can do

Of course my favorite part, sets my heart ablaze
Is that man's ALWAYS got some haze
No stems no sticks no seeds it's potent
So much I forgot where my inn keys went

Do you know Zakhar? Well you ought to, alright
He's had an interesting life and he's good in a fight
Sure half the time we don't know what he said
But there's nobody better to listen to instead!

Written By Reigna

Jan. 18, 2021, 11:31 p.m.(10/11/1014 AR)

What possesses people to do things that defy any hint of logic or sense? I cannot comprehend the arrogance it takes to believe that one can defy the logical order of things and expect to ... what? Simply smile past the condemnation of their peers? Do they honestly think that by completely abandoning the traditions and standards of our society they will face no backlash? Do they not see how gravely, deeply insulting that is for the rest of us?

I have begun to wonder what can be done. I am so deeply disappointed.

Written By Zakhar

Jan. 18, 2021, 10:39 p.m.(10/11/1014 AR)

Relationship Note on Savio

If you haven't met the Bard Savio. Go find them, befriend 'em, then get ready for the best song of your life.

Written By Decius

Jan. 18, 2021, 3:43 p.m.(10/10/1014 AR)

Perhaps I am too simple a man. I know there are events and portents with dire consequences about, but they are always behind curtains, shadows, the corner of my eye. I mean there is no proof for me to see, but I know they are there. I feel my scribblings in my journal are inadequate, and do not contribute much at all to those upon grand adventures and risking lives. Does it make me a lesser man as a result? I do not know.

Written By Decius

Jan. 18, 2021, 3:37 p.m.(10/10/1014 AR)

I put out posters and classifieds advertising. It must have worked as I have my first customer. We shall see if business has more patrons inquiring as to my work.

Written By Scylla

Jan. 18, 2021, 3:29 p.m.(10/10/1014 AR)

Last week, they rowed The Black Tide out of the bay, weighted with munitions, outfitted with a sturdy iron ram, and with a brand new sail catching the wind. The crew sang a jaunty song as they hoisted the Blackshore banner high, and I swelled with pride at the sight and sound of it. It was to be her first deployment to such a purpose -- to war, and I'm pleased to know it won't be her last. She returned to port two days ago, battered and broken, but still seaworthy. Samuel made a fine captain, and the crew fought valiantly. Though we were victorious in the Mourning Sea, I shan't forget the sailors we lost to the Wavereavers. I'll drink to their sacrifice, for it was certainly not in vain. To the lords and ladies, men and women I served with aboard the Candlelight's Promise, it was an honor.

Written By Lisebet

Jan. 18, 2021, 2:19 p.m.(10/10/1014 AR)

Today's tea is a black tea, with chocolate and a hint of spice. It's delicious, with a wonderful lingering taste that reminds me of both the heat of summer, and the warmth of a hot drink on a cold winter evening.

Written By Mabelle

Jan. 18, 2021, 12:57 p.m.(10/10/1014 AR)

The recent travels back and forth to the Oathlands have been taxing. There are problems lurking in every corner and as much as I enjoy visiting home, it has taken a toll upon me. I am tired, weary and glum.

It is common sense that when you are good to your people, they will be good to you in return, however I could not be more appreciative to the people of Artshall with the pleasant surprise they had for me on my last visit. It has been months of work in the textile branch in hopes to create a new fabric suitable for winter but even with the help afforded me by Arx's finest tailors and in light of some troubles in the area, I had no hopes for it to come through in time.

The people of Artshall proved me wrong and upon leaving the city I was joined by three wagons full of luxurious tweed to bring back to the markets of Arx. I am grateful for them and they will be rewarded kindly, if only for affording me a little point of bliss in these trying times, a little bit of normalcy.

Written By Eirene

Jan. 18, 2021, 11:36 a.m.(10/10/1014 AR)

Relationship Note on Valencia

We went into an old cave in a territory I won't disclose, but we found lovely little fish who seem to glow in the darkness. Princess Valencia suggested we take some back. I gave them to my twins Idris and Iris as an early birthday-gift (they're six next month) and they now have a nightlight that helps them chase away shadows.

Written By Sina

Jan. 18, 2021, 2:36 a.m.(10/9/1014 AR)

A storm is brewing on the horizon. The drums of war are as the thunder, and the distant clash of steel crackles through the air like lightning. The wind rages and there is a heavy sense of apprehension in the darkening clouds. The minds of the brave warriors of the Compact are bent toward heroism and glory in the name of righteousness, while the Skal'dajan fleet lurks hidden within the mists, an uneasy and unknown threat, poised to strike like a serpent hidden in the waves.

The mood within the city of Pieros is one that is rife with a palpable sense of anticipation. Some have already sailed to meet the threat, while others prepare. I have noted that the people of the Compact are stalwart, ready to rise to any challenge. We have faced challenges before, and so too will we do so again in the coming days. We venture forth into the unknown, not with terror in our hearts, but with determination and a steadfast commitment to our vows, our oaths, our Faith.

What do the Skal'dajans fight for? They would put us all in chains, or worse.

Our choice is clear. We must prevail.

Let us not forget to record those deeds here within these pages, as Velllichor has charged us. Whatever happens, let History not be forgotten. Write of your deeds, and those of your comrades, friends and family. We stand on the precipice of something momentous. As I sit here in the Shrine of Vellichor in the city of Pieros, a guest of House Pravus, communing with Seraph Stilio on Journal Day, I am reminded of this.

May the Gods watch over our deeds, and deem them worthy.

Written By Monique

Jan. 18, 2021, 12:27 a.m.(10/9/1014 AR)

My birthday in a month. How have I possibly lived this long? Ah, well. I suppose there's still time yet.

Written By Sydney

Jan. 18, 2021, 12:01 a.m.(10/9/1014 AR)

Relationship Note on Geralt

Everything about your dream sounds painful.

A bath in whiskey would be most unpleasant. As someone who's had her fair share of whiskeys poured on her face (almost entirely by herself), I can assure you that it's unpleasant to bathe one's face in. It gets in the nostrils, and it burns. It gets in your eyes, and it BURNS.

Thinking about submerging my lower half in it brings with it only flinching and further shuddering.

...and to make matters worse, you spilled your drink.

Painful.

Written By Medeia

Jan. 18, 2021, 12:01 a.m.(10/9/1014 AR)

The scouting in the southern Mourning Sea was productive. While the others fought and sailed, I shouted encouragement to my companions to bolster morale and discouragement to our foes to cause them to falter. And falter they did. After, I tended wounds as we returned to the city in possession of beneficial information.

And yes, my husband's words are true.

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