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Written By Belladonna

April 18, 2020, 7:16 a.m.(2/19/1013 AR)

Some stars burn brighter than others.

Whenever I meet with Lady Alessia, however briefly, I am reminded of the meaning of the word Peer. If only we could all be as precious.

Written By Belladonna

April 18, 2020, 7:12 a.m.(2/19/1013 AR)

Relationship Note on Allegra

My dear sister Allegra is a reminder of the ideals of our House. She has rebuilt herself from the ashes of the war claimed our father, Duke Piero Pravus, something I could never claim to have done. Allegra honed her tools and willed herself forward to become one of the sharpest women I know.

I wish to anyone that does not have a blood sibling bold enough to speak to them frankly that they find the second best thing and cling to them. Being around one's betters lights a fire within, and only family can truly bring happiness. Riches and power are never the aim in the face of blood, and that perspective is invaluable.

Written By Marian

April 18, 2020, 6:04 a.m.(2/19/1013 AR)

Always be a student of life. Never assume there is nothing more that you can not learn. Whenever you think you may have reached your peak, find a new horizon to chase.

Written By Shard

April 18, 2020, 5:23 a.m.(2/19/1013 AR)

My parents saved me, but she saved me too. She ran all night. Kept crossing streams to try to cover her trail. Carried me the whole way, the whole way, while I cried and cried. Right through until dawn, until the smoke from the cooking fires of her tribe were rising up in front of us and one of the camp guards tried to help her and even then, she refused to let me go.

I remember that. I remember the empty pyre they made for my parents, the feathers she burned for them. I remember her wiping my tears and telling me that the ravens would find where my parents had fallen and guide their souls to a place that was always summer, and where there were no monsters. I remember her saying that all of them, the whole tribe, would be my family. They would protect me. She told me that I wouldn't be alone.

Her name was Mashti. I hope it still is. I hope she's still out there.

Written By Beatrice

April 18, 2020, 1:38 a.m.(2/18/1013 AR)

Relationship Note on Drea

The Redrain opened their Spirit Grove for company and celebration this evening. It was an unfamiliar place; a fairy wonderland. I saw no bears, and this was disappointing, but the many other creatures on two legs and four were welcome company. Northern hospitality is a balm during sad days. In this, too, does Gild's spirit shine.

Written By Tanith

April 17, 2020, 9:03 p.m.(2/18/1013 AR)

Relationship Note on Sydney

She wants my cake recipe. She can have it the next time she knocks me out.

Which will probably be whenever we meet in the ring again. I have no illusions. None.

Written By Tython

April 17, 2020, 7:52 p.m.(2/18/1013 AR)

Just returned home, Arx, it's a lot like I remembered it. Figured it'd be winter when I get back and during a week of straight snow. The family seems like it's doing good, I mean there's new ships for the trading, new buildings for the orphans and for the family members, but I can't help but feel the cullers don't have the clout they should. I see other folks wandering the lowers talking down on us, oh they do it all innocent-like but, it's a reminder to me that my family should be more respected than we are.

Written By Esme

April 17, 2020, 4:50 p.m.(2/18/1013 AR)

For many years. MANY YEARS I moved away from Lycene fashion. It's not that I don't find it wonderful, but it's just not the best type for horse back riding. Now I'm looking at the gowns that I have collected since moving to Arx. A lot of the fabric barely there or hints and cuts that show the flesh. I'm caught by the fact that I had to move to Arx to start dressing more Lycene.

Written By Kedehern

April 17, 2020, 2:06 p.m.(2/17/1013 AR)

Relationship Note on Aedric

Surely, you mean Baron Clement, not Lord.

Written By Dio

April 17, 2020, 1:44 p.m.(2/17/1013 AR)

Relationship Note on Mabelle

Some people deny the power of beauty, influence and allure in favor of raw force. Some people are fools.

Written By Svana

April 17, 2020, 12:55 p.m.(2/17/1013 AR)

My husband and I finally officially celebrated our wedding with our friends and family. To those who will read this, I do thank you for showing up. It was a better night than I could have predicted. I had the most fun I've had in some time - and without you all there helping to celebrate, it wouldn't have been the same.

I met a few new faces, and was humbled by some of those who showed up. Lady Mikani and Lord Rysen have been far too generous to us in gifting us a house, as well as presenting me with a gorgeous pair of star iron earrings with a Northern triskelion design - and a beautiful ring for Jules.

To hear so many people say that Jules has picked correctly in me gives me a great source of pride, but also scares me. It is clear to me at least that there are many who love Jules, and if I should hurt him, I will get my ass beat. Vice versa for him, I should expect. There are far too many who are kind in saying that I have been the best thing he has brought to House Crovane though; I have not yet begun to prove my worth to the House. Let me do that first, then you decide.

New beginnings. Always new beginnings.

Written By Drifa

April 17, 2020, 11:55 a.m.(2/17/1013 AR)

This city is large, I think I liked the ship better. Good thing we are sailing out again soon.

Written By Sydney

April 17, 2020, 11:48 a.m.(2/17/1013 AR)

Until yesterday, I had no idea that I had been so desperately craving cake.

I was torn away by an urgent matter, and I didn't even get to finish it. Stalking a certain aspiring baker until she relinquishes another cake or the recipe to it seems as though it's in my future. I wonder if I'm any good at baking. I'm a damned fine cook as long as the dish is simple, but hell if I know about anything that has to do with flour.

Written By Tanith

April 17, 2020, 11:18 a.m.(2/17/1013 AR)

Up all night making cookies and I think I've run out of sanity. Or energy. Both? I definitely have enough flour and fuel. I am laughing at myself about it all, though, fussing over details like this. Food's next but maybe I ought to sleep first. You lose time creating, my mother always said so, when you're inspired. I can't tell if I'm actually inspired or just over-fussing.

Written By Thea

April 17, 2020, 8:51 a.m.(2/17/1013 AR)

Relationship Note on Domonico

Congratulations to my brother on his newest title. Love you, brother!

Side note-I can't wait to set up my summer home there. And all the cocoa sent to me in the mean time will be awfully nice too!

Written By Cambria

April 17, 2020, 1:13 a.m.(2/16/1013 AR)

There are people who submerge themselves in surfaces, and drown in mirror-reflections.

Written By Aedric

April 16, 2020, 11:47 p.m.(2/16/1013 AR)

Channelization of the lesser streams of the southern Oathlands into a functional riverbed shall require a substantial supply of labor. Once initiated, however, I estimate that the project will produce considerable economic activity. I doubt we can of dig deep enough to permit the passage of a seafaring vessel, but a medium longship would certainly have no difficulty navigating the the narrower and shallower passages.

It is easier to ship grain and livestock by river than it is to haul by wagon. Acess to a steady supply of freshwater would enable expansion of farmland and fisheries.

I intend to return to the forest with a surveying team and begin drafting an order of construction once this business here has concluded.

Note: will require permissions crom Lord Clement.

Written By Sunaia

April 16, 2020, 11:43 p.m.(2/16/1013 AR)

Relationship Note on Killian

"Things spin ever onward, and though we are mired down by the grief which has paralyzed our hearts and stopped our minds from being able to find solutions, even so the world goes on. The darkness approaches, and like nightfall, it will not be delayed or deterred..we must find the flames with which to drive it back before it arrives.

I don't know the path I should take. I don't know what it is the gods would have of me or what it is that I should do. Each thread that i pull just leaves me with more questions than I had before, each path I follow leads to less understanding rather than more.

I need to find someone who can explain, who understands. But there is no one. And I fear that, there is no way I can find either the strength or knowledge necessary before the time is upon us."

- Killian Ashford, Paladin of Ideals
1/1/1006 AR

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My dearest brother,

Would that I could reach out now, into the past, and reassure you.

Would that I could reach around and hug you, as I did when I was young, and you would smile down at me - and I'd feel like all the world was amazing when I looked into your face, so similar to mine.

Would that I could reach out from this time and tell you just how amazing you are, to tell you of all of what the gods - or you - had in store for you; the people who would love you and speak of you for long years afterwards; the statue that was placed in the Hall of Heroes depicting you. (They didn't get your smile, of course. And someone forgot to tell them that you laughed so often, that you joked with the best of them.)

I wonder what you'd think if you knew that so many people look up to you - and not just because you're now a statue that stands far taller than you did. (You'd have to look up to yourself, now. That would be appropriate, don't you think?)

I've always looked up to you, of course. Even while you were away with the Bislands. Of course, I had an excellent excuse to visit, thanks to Kaia.

Still, it's incredibly reassuring in a strange kind of way that you wrote the entry I've had quoted above not quite two years before you did the very thing *you chose* to do - the very thing that ended in so many people looking up to you in very literal and figurative ways. It wasn't the gods who made the choice for you, even if The Sentinel may have asked it of you. (Did it ask you? I can't help but wonder what its voice sounds like.)

It's reassuring that you were so confused, felt such an urgent need to understand - and yet, such confusion and lack of understanding was never again mentioned in your journals. You write so confidently of so many things. You write so beautifully - and clearly.

So, I can only think that you found what you were looking for, Killian - whether you knew it or not. I hope you knew, when you returned to the Queen of Endings, that what you did was so exceptional. I hope you knew that it was the right thing to do; that you had made the right choices.

And, if I could let you know now (though I'm told repeatedly that I should let you go and not wish so much to speak with you) how much your words mean to ME - your baby sister - and how much your choices have left an impression on my mind and heart and SOUL, such that I feel I can pursue the answers to my own questions, to my own confusion, to my own lack of understanding without faltering in the fear of the worst-possible -- I would. I would do it, just to show you that these bonds we hold, that we've created in this life will hold, life-to-life.

We love you, Killian.

I love you, Killian - for still and always being my favorite brother, and the man I look up to most, with or without the statue in the Hall of Heroes.

Written By Tanith

April 16, 2020, 8:43 p.m.(2/16/1013 AR)

I have no idea where I put my gloves. Or my scarf.

Written By Miranda

April 16, 2020, 4:10 p.m.(2/16/1013 AR)

Relationship Note on Domonico

Congratulations, Cousin!

I expect an invitation to come visit and use your new shiny title often!

I expect fresh cocoa every season!

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