Written By Eirene
April 8, 2020, 10:10 a.m.(1/27/1013 AR)
My children adore winter. This is their first with real snow. Southport stays sunny almost year round and it's too warm for snow, so this is really the first time they've seen it. They make snow forts and attack one another with snowballs. Iris learned the hard way you can't bring them indoors. Much tears were had.
Written By Strozza
April 8, 2020, 9:35 a.m.(1/27/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Braelynn
Dear friend, it had been so long since we'd written. I shall have to try to make sure I do so, even if we now live close enough to meet in person on occasion.
Written By Brigid
April 7, 2020, 11:41 p.m.(1/26/1013 AR)
The more my dreams piece themselves together given new information I come across, my heart seems rend into pieces at the meaning.
Thankfully, there has been some solace found where my mind can be set aside for a time - I am grateful for this new found comfort.
Thankfully, there has been some solace found where my mind can be set aside for a time - I am grateful for this new found comfort.
Written By Esme
April 7, 2020, 8:57 p.m.(1/26/1013 AR)
I often find myself wondering about people. Not in a negative sense, for people are lovely. I find myself curious what composes them, beyond the bones and structure. What motivates them to make the decisions they make? What drives one person to jealousy, to madness, or to release and to contentment?
I suppose I am often just wondering and this is perhaps why I'm starting to be known as asking so many questions.
I suppose I am often just wondering and this is perhaps why I'm starting to be known as asking so many questions.
Written By Monique
April 7, 2020, 6:18 p.m.(1/26/1013 AR)
I found my misplaced copy of the first part of Salacious Breadcrumbs!
But fortune is not done with me for now I have been gifted FOUR copies of The Baron and the Salacious Breadcrumb, Pt. 3! FOUR! I still do not know the identity of the author, but I am grateful to them nonetheless, for this newest read. It's... titillating. Even more so than the first two, and I admit, when the delivery of the box of scones and books came for me, I was caught red-handed re-reading part two.
Now, one of the copies of the Salacious Part 3 will be put in the fiction shelves of the library, along with its counterparts, for all to enjoy, and one has already been spoken for, with the amount being donated in full to the Crafters Guild. That leaves two copies. And these two copies, I have been given leave to set the price at whatever I wish, by the author. A dangerous prospect, to be sure. But I think that 100,000 silver each is enough.
Now, the proceeds from the first book will be donated entirely to the Crafters Guild, and the proceeds from the second will be donated to a charity cause that I will announce as soon as I hear back from a certain noble someone.
Goodness, I love authors! Especially exceptionally talented authors with a distinct sense of mischief and a penchant for wicked innuendo. Together, indeed. Hah!
But fortune is not done with me for now I have been gifted FOUR copies of The Baron and the Salacious Breadcrumb, Pt. 3! FOUR! I still do not know the identity of the author, but I am grateful to them nonetheless, for this newest read. It's... titillating. Even more so than the first two, and I admit, when the delivery of the box of scones and books came for me, I was caught red-handed re-reading part two.
Now, one of the copies of the Salacious Part 3 will be put in the fiction shelves of the library, along with its counterparts, for all to enjoy, and one has already been spoken for, with the amount being donated in full to the Crafters Guild. That leaves two copies. And these two copies, I have been given leave to set the price at whatever I wish, by the author. A dangerous prospect, to be sure. But I think that 100,000 silver each is enough.
Now, the proceeds from the first book will be donated entirely to the Crafters Guild, and the proceeds from the second will be donated to a charity cause that I will announce as soon as I hear back from a certain noble someone.
Goodness, I love authors! Especially exceptionally talented authors with a distinct sense of mischief and a penchant for wicked innuendo. Together, indeed. Hah!
Written By Monique
April 7, 2020, 3:19 p.m.(1/26/1013 AR)
I have somehow lost part one of Breadcrumb and ended up with two copies of part two! Help! I cannot put down this Salacious treat!
Written By Selene
April 7, 2020, 2:58 p.m.(1/26/1013 AR)
I shouldn't be overly fond of one dress over another, though hearing of Princess Sabella in diamonds of ironwool makes me rather delighted indeed.
Such symmetries, such beauty. I hope it pleased her.
Such symmetries, such beauty. I hope it pleased her.
Written By Donella
April 7, 2020, 11:29 a.m.(1/25/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Darren
Our sixth year anniversary of marriage is soon upon us (7th day of the 2nd month Darren) and I find myself reflecting upon our joined life of marriage. It has not always been the easiest years to live within Arx, but my husband has made the time filled with effortless love and commitment.
I remember his first announcement of our betrothal. The love that reflected in all his words and all his excitement. We were excited and we were deeply in love. When we married (again Darren 7th day of the 2nd month) I was certain that my heart had found the deepest happiness that could exist. It was the peak of what could be. I was content with that knowledge. However, I was wrong as well.
Darren has, again, shown me the error of my thoughts when it came to my heart. We have welcomed four beautiful children into the world. We have grown a strong ward of people that could not be greater. While I have never doubted my strength, he has shown me a depth of love in myself that I cannot and will not deny. He is my heart.
I am not the type of woman to wax on about adoring thoughts. I appreciate that he respects that and that he knows how I feel. I am blown away by our private moments of conversation and our soft words of devotion. I find myself in awe every moment of every day that this man loves me. That I love him. That I was wrong on our wedding because that love pales in consideration of the love I now feel for him and continue to feel for him.
Darren is a man of great character. He is a strength that others may not be aware of. He loves deeply for his people. He is the epitome of a High Lord. He strikes me speechless time and time again. I have thank the Gods (and the Spirits) that they allowed me the honor of this man. My happiness. My laughter. My tears. My doubts. They all rest on his shoulders and he takes them willingly. He has shown me, as his wife, nothing but respect and honor. His love has increased with each moment. A sacred space for just us, no matter where we are.
So with all my heart, all my future, and without an ounce of reservation I give my thanks Darren Redrain for loving me for as long as you have.
I remember his first announcement of our betrothal. The love that reflected in all his words and all his excitement. We were excited and we were deeply in love. When we married (again Darren 7th day of the 2nd month) I was certain that my heart had found the deepest happiness that could exist. It was the peak of what could be. I was content with that knowledge. However, I was wrong as well.
Darren has, again, shown me the error of my thoughts when it came to my heart. We have welcomed four beautiful children into the world. We have grown a strong ward of people that could not be greater. While I have never doubted my strength, he has shown me a depth of love in myself that I cannot and will not deny. He is my heart.
I am not the type of woman to wax on about adoring thoughts. I appreciate that he respects that and that he knows how I feel. I am blown away by our private moments of conversation and our soft words of devotion. I find myself in awe every moment of every day that this man loves me. That I love him. That I was wrong on our wedding because that love pales in consideration of the love I now feel for him and continue to feel for him.
Darren is a man of great character. He is a strength that others may not be aware of. He loves deeply for his people. He is the epitome of a High Lord. He strikes me speechless time and time again. I have thank the Gods (and the Spirits) that they allowed me the honor of this man. My happiness. My laughter. My tears. My doubts. They all rest on his shoulders and he takes them willingly. He has shown me, as his wife, nothing but respect and honor. His love has increased with each moment. A sacred space for just us, no matter where we are.
So with all my heart, all my future, and without an ounce of reservation I give my thanks Darren Redrain for loving me for as long as you have.
Written By Alarissa
April 7, 2020, 10:52 a.m.(1/25/1013 AR)
A year and a half. Almost at least. My mind wandered in thought while watching Siggy and Delia playing in the atrium, my gaze wandered to the alcoves there in our family shrine. To the flame of Lagoma's that sits in a lamp and burns. I thought of Darkwater suddenly. Of the pool of water there. It cannot give me what I want. I don't know if there is anything or anywhere that can give me what I want. But if Darkwater's pool exits and the healing one can find within it's waters if Lilybelle's recovery is evidence of that, then... surely there are other places. Maybe they can give me what I want. I have to try. I need to try. Places lost to time.
Written By Tanith
April 7, 2020, 9:36 a.m.(1/25/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Emara
So my sister's back in the city. Talk about a week of upheavals. None of them are bad. In fact, Emara might be the worst and that's only because she's the mouthiest bitch I've ever seen, and I say that lovingly, as her sister and a person that lives amongst mouthy people. She's been here two days and already she's taken over my bed like a giant, snoring weasel, she somehow talked me into letting her stay in my room, and she drank most of my personal stash of booze. Thank the gods she smells like bliss, otherwise I'd make Corrigan give her his room.
I've really, really missed her.
I've really, really missed her.
Written By Quenia
April 7, 2020, 7:47 a.m.(1/25/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Olivando
I have noticed from the Whites that my cousin Olivando has started to get settled into the city again. This reminds me that I should start writing more in the Whites, or even the Blacks, lest he chide me for not doing my duty to Vellichor. I shall have to endeavor to write more often, even for the edgier topics. This is what the Blacks are for, after all.
Written By Rysen
April 6, 2020, 11:29 p.m.(1/24/1013 AR)
My retainer Deor has taken the death of Marquessa Arcadia very hard. He has asked to leave my service and dedicate his life to protecting the marquessa's daughter Lady Genevieve. I have granted his request, and though I am sick at heart to see him leave, it is not without some glimmer of contentment to know that, if he is accepted by House Stahlben, Lady Genevieve will be vigilantly guarded as long as Deor draws breath.
Meanwhile the High Inquisitor, Prince Alistair has assigned me an apprentice confessor named Leonce. He is fresh from Sanctum and eager to prove his skills to the Inquisition. Given my current assignment, I half suspect Prince Alistair doesn't much like the young man.
Meanwhile the High Inquisitor, Prince Alistair has assigned me an apprentice confessor named Leonce. He is fresh from Sanctum and eager to prove his skills to the Inquisition. Given my current assignment, I half suspect Prince Alistair doesn't much like the young man.
Written By Sunaia
April 6, 2020, 10:50 p.m.(1/24/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Tibault
For years, Brighthold was my port-of-call, the place where I passed through most often, both coming and going, from Ashford Keep as I ran across the Compact from one city to another.
Always, Count Tibault was there to welcome me. Of course he would, so loyal to the Ashfords have the Laveers been.
I cannot remember a single time I visited when he was not the most gracious of hosts, even when I'd slip away without saying goodbye, leaving nothing but a note to say which direction I was heading. He'd always welcome me back with a meal and the warmth of his smiles, which I think I took for granted. I'm sure, now, that I did - as I took for granted so many things, so many relationships, in my youth.
On the heels of connecting, at last, with some of the Wyrmguards here in Arx and in remembering the family I've lost, it's Tibault, again - now in Arx - who is a calm, familiar beacon to me.
I look forward to talking with him, spending time with him again - this time, for longer than a few days in passing.
Always, Count Tibault was there to welcome me. Of course he would, so loyal to the Ashfords have the Laveers been.
I cannot remember a single time I visited when he was not the most gracious of hosts, even when I'd slip away without saying goodbye, leaving nothing but a note to say which direction I was heading. He'd always welcome me back with a meal and the warmth of his smiles, which I think I took for granted. I'm sure, now, that I did - as I took for granted so many things, so many relationships, in my youth.
On the heels of connecting, at last, with some of the Wyrmguards here in Arx and in remembering the family I've lost, it's Tibault, again - now in Arx - who is a calm, familiar beacon to me.
I look forward to talking with him, spending time with him again - this time, for longer than a few days in passing.
Written By Sydney
April 6, 2020, 9:01 p.m.(1/24/1013 AR)
There is much to be said of feeling useful - for the lack of it certainly does weigh on a body when there's nothing to put my talents to.
I suppose it's better not to feel useful for a few days than to feel utterly useless, which is a decidedly different matter.
Gods, though, the rust.
I suppose it's better not to feel useful for a few days than to feel utterly useless, which is a decidedly different matter.
Gods, though, the rust.
Written By Donella
April 6, 2020, 7:10 p.m.(1/24/1013 AR)
I have never been a woman that likes to share my opinions or my thoughts. I suppose it is why I do not write as much as I should upon the pages of the white journals. Who would care to the ramblings of one such as myself?
I find myself thinking of the people of the Northlands. In winter, I find myself doing this more often than not. They never cease to amaze me. They are everything that the lands hold. They are steadfast, they love deeply, they are fierce, they are protective, and yet they do this all with a mark of playfulness. It is like the winter, they are misunderstood to those that do not embrace them, but there is a needed harsh beauty to them.
TO THE LAST
Written By Monique
April 6, 2020, 6:48 p.m.(1/24/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Etienne
Congratulations on another year surviving me, most constant of lights, shiniest of men. That's four. At five, I think we can call you the luckiest man alive.
Written By Ida
April 6, 2020, 6:45 p.m.(1/24/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Riagnon
Lord Riagnon does me a great honor with his words and it made me smile. A lot.
I have written about struggling more often than not when crafting weapons over the last few months, though some good advice, as well as inspiring tales as the basis for pieces, I don't feel quite so lost in the forge.
I have written about struggling more often than not when crafting weapons over the last few months, though some good advice, as well as inspiring tales as the basis for pieces, I don't feel quite so lost in the forge.
Written By Corrigan
April 6, 2020, 6:01 p.m.(1/24/1013 AR)
Horrified to see that there's been an outbreak of poetry in the Whites. Thoughts and prayers for those affected.
Written By Esera
April 6, 2020, 5:18 p.m.(1/24/1013 AR)
I've been taking the time to read through my journal entries. The old ones, before my fall. I've been taking the time to remember.
The death of my mother, my coronation. The Nox'Alfar. The Teind. Excommunication. All the things that the world remembers, that history remembers. But I am finding other memories, too.
Sitting beside Edain, beneath the boughs of a weeping willow. Resting my head upon his shoulder. Smiling.
Dancing with Hadrian, at the edge of the reflecting pool, at the edge of a knife.
Fighting with my sister, Isolde. You would not believe the fights we'd have! You would not believe the /love/ we had.
Talen, and Eleyna . . . my father . . . my mother, with the spiders in her eyes. So many, many memories.
I am rediscovering the shape of who I am. I am rekindling my light.
The death of my mother, my coronation. The Nox'Alfar. The Teind. Excommunication. All the things that the world remembers, that history remembers. But I am finding other memories, too.
Sitting beside Edain, beneath the boughs of a weeping willow. Resting my head upon his shoulder. Smiling.
Dancing with Hadrian, at the edge of the reflecting pool, at the edge of a knife.
Fighting with my sister, Isolde. You would not believe the fights we'd have! You would not believe the /love/ we had.
Talen, and Eleyna . . . my father . . . my mother, with the spiders in her eyes. So many, many memories.
I am rediscovering the shape of who I am. I am rekindling my light.
Written By Saoirse
April 6, 2020, 3:25 p.m.(1/24/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Caith
I fling myself over mental hurdles daily, hourly, dear Caith. I await the ring's return.
Please note that the scholars may take some time preparing your journal for others to read.