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Written By Savio

May 7, 2023, 11:14 p.m.(10/8/1019 AR)

All good things must come to an end.

Written By Jan

May 7, 2023, 10:06 p.m.(10/8/1019 AR)

How is it that you can have such a clear, vibrant image in your mind and then words suddenly seem wholly inadequate. Like trying to dig a grave with a spoon of cut a tree with a butter knife. Mother was right. There has finally come a day that I find myself regretting skipping out on my lessons. Of all the shit she was wrong about how is this the thing that she was right about?

Written By Lucita

May 7, 2023, 8:30 p.m.(10/8/1019 AR)

Shopping. Some days I dread it. Some days it is enjoyable. This is not one of those, especially when I can not recall where I once saw that dagger. Maybe someone already bought it.

Written By Tesha

May 7, 2023, 6:23 p.m.(10/8/1019 AR)

I've learned that having to change goals is not always bad. Sometimes it is what keeps us sane.

Written By Cillian

May 7, 2023, 5:49 p.m.(10/8/1019 AR)

Falling, falling, into the unknown,
Gravity's grasp, pulling me down alone,
Flailing and fighting, for control in vain,
As the world rushes up, to meet me again.

The wind whips by, as I tumble and spin,
My heart racing fast, my mind in a spin,
I close my eyes, and feel the rush,
As I hurtle towards, the ground in a hush.

Written By Delia

May 7, 2023, 12:25 p.m.(10/7/1019 AR)

As the autumn breeze sweeps through the streets of Arx, the leaves rustle and fall from their trees, blanketing the ground with a tapestry of oranges, yellows, and reds. The air is crisp and cool, carrying the scent of spiced cider and pumpkin pies from the bakeries nearby. As I walk through the city, I feel a sense of nostalgia and peace wash over me, as if the changing of the seasons is bringing new possibilities and opportunities for growth. The world around me is transforming, shedding its old skin and embracing the beauty of change. I can't help but feel a sense of excitement for what is to come, both in my personal life and in the world around me.

Written By Ahrsen

May 7, 2023, 11:48 a.m.(10/7/1019 AR)

Zyn, an Admiral! Well ah'll be! Aye, I still remember when she was a stowaway and trying to just get by. Kinda makes a Captain proud to see his old first mate do so well.

Written By Ahrsen

May 7, 2023, 11:46 a.m.(10/7/1019 AR)

Well the Silver Consortium seem like good enough folks, happy to do some shipping for them.

Written By Vandorean

May 7, 2023, 11:46 a.m.(10/7/1019 AR)

Spent thhis evening with Delia at the Dire Bee, place still has as good of food and drink as ever.

Written By Vandorean

May 7, 2023, 11:44 a.m.(10/7/1019 AR)

We returned to Artshall to rebuild but found some treasures from the past.

Written By Ripley

May 7, 2023, 11:10 a.m.(10/7/1019 AR)

I think, I made something I don't want to sell. It's done, and breathtaking and it took forever to decide what to do with the platinum. I don't know that I want to sell it. So many pieces in it were gifted to me. But to see it gather dust on a bust would be wrong too. I don't know. I'm not in my right mind.

Am I ever in my right mind.

I know that answer. The answer is no Ripley, you are never in your right mind.

Written By Medeia

May 7, 2023, 8:41 a.m.(10/7/1019 AR)

It is hard to believe I spent most of the spring and summer with my head down, focused on the quiet but ever-present duties that come with the roles I have the honor of fulfilling. I am glad to report that much more of my time was spent attending births and welcoming souls than tending the ills and injuries of the city. It has been a long time since the scales tipped for that particular imbalance. And after that awful storm, there was much work to be done to restore the garden at the sanctuary. I am pleased to say that it recovered beautifully and flourishes as it has any other year. The final push for harvest to make the last batch of medicines for the year will come in a month or so.

It is hard to admit that I have been remiss in social obligations. There once was a time when I could be found everywhere, seemingly all at once. It is harder to do when the rest of the house is back home, focusing on the things that needed doing in the wake of the war. That, too, has been quiet, which I can only assume is good - bad news tends to travel much faster across the waters.

And there are weddings to attend, soon! What a lovely thing. It has been a true relief to have things to feel hopeful about.

Written By Cufre

May 7, 2023, 8 a.m.(10/7/1019 AR)

I don't have the comfortable ways of talking that Felicia did, but I go to the meetings because she'd want me to.

This one ended quickly and left me feeling... itchy?



Written By Dacian

May 7, 2023, 12:22 a.m.(10/6/1019 AR)

Trust is fragile, handle with care.
Once broken, it's hard to repair.

Written By Raymesin

May 6, 2023, 6:10 p.m.(10/6/1019 AR)

So I was approached the other day, Scholar, to see if I'd be amenable to something. It was something I'd never even thought about, but now that I have, I can't stop thinking about it - and I'm torn. Truly torn. What will I do if it actually happens? I'm not sure. I really don't know. But I just can't stop wondering.

Written By Sira

May 6, 2023, 10:08 a.m.(10/5/1019 AR)

The act of making a public declaration is one I typically reserve for non-personal business - things relating to the shop or the Silver Consortium. However, this feels momentous enough to chronicle for the masses: I have (re)sworn to Grayson.

As someone born in Bastion, and someone who lost nearly everything in the horrific Shav attack on that Great city, it seemed right that I reclaim my home. I hope that, as Grayson and her allies continue to rebuild Bastion, I can reopen my mother's shop. My plan is to have it be a place where my apprentices can find their own design-sense, and my economic prowess can invigorate the trades within the city once more.

Written By Ripley

May 6, 2023, 12:59 a.m.(10/4/1019 AR)

The things I saw, I can't shake them. Between burying bodies and all that she demanded of me...

I'm trying to exorcise them at the forge as fast as I can make the pieces. I'm trying to drag from my mind the things that swirl in there that she hasn't asked me to make, they are just there. I don't know if I'm cut out to be a harlequin. That was... that was a lot of bodies and she wanted so much. As soon as I stopped feeling the spark from one skull, she was there with whispers for another and once I finished that one she was back and there was the smell of grass and wet earth and just as swiftly one after the other. I still have healing burns on my arms and blisters that are almost gone.

To be replaced by more. Jayus save me, I need this all out of my head so I can make things that are more... normal.

Written By Jan

May 5, 2023, 7:28 p.m.(10/4/1019 AR)

I wonder how many books I will have read before I finally stop feeling utterly lost or worse, like a fool during conversations about the threats to the compact.

Written By Noah

May 5, 2023, 2:27 p.m.(10/3/1019 AR)

It is strange as we grow older and reflect on our parents to see what has shaped us.
My mother was Grayson through and through. A show of a strong woman. Probably a reason I married a strong woman.
My grandparents there was a strict grandfather and a Velenosa grandmother. There is an impact I am certain.
My father was obviously Velenosa, which is why I tend towards alchemy, creating my own versions of chaos (that may just be me) and I respect the shadows.
My grandparents there were a mystery of their own making.

However, my mother loved me as only a mother can a son. She tried. She tried to teach me to be civil and always do what I must no matter the cost.
My father? He always just told me to do better. Although I still loved them and respected them.

I now have children. They are very much their own personalities, but sometimes I wonder what impact I will have on their lives. What memories they will have. Can you make an impact on young children if you don't have a lifetime? If you have a lifetime, do you still make an impact or is a person just who they are suppose to be?

Written By Filshiar

May 5, 2023, 3:01 a.m.(10/2/1019 AR)

Relationship Note on Ann

I am so glad we finally got the chance to do all the things we said we were going to. The ride through the forest was enchanting (Farstride enjoyed it as well) and the dinner was superb.

To many more outings such as these!

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