Written By Alexio
March 29, 2020, 9:43 p.m.(1/8/1013 AR)
My eldest brother, Andreas, has finally made it to Arx for the first time, and boy it's such a shame he's barely gone out of his ship --The Crimson Voyager-- to enjoy it. Sure, I get there's some nasty rumors shadowing him; but, I promise, the man is a good man! He won that ship fare and square. Whomever says otherwise is most definitely lying.
Written By Mara
March 29, 2020, 9:42 p.m.(1/8/1013 AR)
It is very cold, and a lot of snow, more then I had expected. It makes me miss the south a great deal. I will need to get myself some warmer clothing it seems.
Written By Raja
March 29, 2020, 9:41 p.m.(1/8/1013 AR)
I tried to host a Fight Night recently. Sadly, it didn't happen because of something that came up. Though, it would seem that there were other people that wanted it to happen and decided to do a miniature fight night all themselves! I got to watch Rowenova pummel Ras. It was quite satisfying! I decided to go ahead and give her the prize I had commissioned for the Fight Night. They were a pair of Ironwool Punching Gloves! Parts of me were actually quite sad to give them up. Hmm. I just might have another pair made for me!
Written By Raja
March 29, 2020, 9:36 p.m.(1/8/1013 AR)
You know, it may not be a good thing to write this, but is it bad to laugh at someone when they do something stupid and then have funny consequences? This one guy got tossed out of the Murder. You know, it takes an aweful lot to get kicked out of the Murder. Anyways, I came around the corner to find this sputtering, cursing inquisitor lying in the muck, all angry and screaming profanities. I couldn't help but to laugh! It was so funny to me! He threatened to pull out my fingernails with a dull knife. Can they even do that just because someone laughs? Come ON! If it were me, he would laugh too. I wouldn't be happy, but I know it's funny on the outside. Shite. Some people have no humor.
Written By Kedehern
March 29, 2020, 9:31 p.m.(1/8/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Jael
I think it might just be best to burn it, and buy new leathers.
Written By Shae
March 29, 2020, 9:31 p.m.(1/8/1013 AR)
I don't mind long trips on boats, it was not my first, but I need to bring more ginger next time.
Written By Kedehern
March 29, 2020, 9:26 p.m.(1/8/1013 AR)
I'm really getting tired of centipedes. A hot bath is simply not enough.
Written By Shae
March 29, 2020, 9:25 p.m.(1/8/1013 AR)
Apparently we should have just set that whole cave on fire, instead of going inside it.
Written By Kaia
March 29, 2020, 9:20 p.m.(1/8/1013 AR)
It's both concerning and fascinating, the things one comes across while researching. The oddest things that one finds in the strangest of places. What were some of these scholars thinking?! How did these bits even get there in the first place? Shouldn't they be over there? Who is in charge of organization around here? I swear, I'll go mad --why, it's ridiculous! Hmph!
Written By Kaia
March 29, 2020, 9:11 p.m.(1/8/1013 AR)
The four corners of Arvum weep for the passing of a wonderful and passionate woman; the Marquessa of Stalhben, Arcadia. None did ever wield a bow and shot arrows as fine as she did. May her memory stay with us always and her bravery never be forgotten. She was a dear friend, a spectacular mother and a most dutiful, determined and honorable noble.
Written By Viviana
March 29, 2020, 8:59 p.m.(1/8/1013 AR)
I've never seen anything lovelier.
Oh, the adventures we have ahead of us, my sweet beauty.
Oh, the adventures we have ahead of us, my sweet beauty.
Written By Hamish
March 29, 2020, 8:03 p.m.(1/8/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Arcadia
Off on another adventure.
Written By Philippe
March 29, 2020, 7:52 p.m.(1/8/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Arcadia
We never met, my lady. And yet the shadow of your life will fall heavily across me and my brothers. I hope you have gone to your worthy rest.
Written By Domonico
March 29, 2020, 6:33 p.m.(1/8/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Arcadia
It is true that she burned bright. It is a shame that it did not last for long.
Still she achieved far more in her time than most can ever dream of.
Still she achieved far more in her time than most can ever dream of.
Written By Domonico
March 29, 2020, 6:33 p.m.(1/8/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Arcadia
It is true that she burned bright. It is a shame that it did not last for long.
Still she achieved far more in her time than most can ever dream of.
Still she achieved far more in her time than most can ever dream of.
Written By Domonico
March 29, 2020, 6:33 p.m.(1/8/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Arcadia
It is true that she burned bright. It is a shame that it did not last for long.
Still she achieved far more in her time than most can ever dream of.
Still she achieved far more in her time than most can ever dream of.
Written By Domonico
March 29, 2020, 6:27 p.m.(1/8/1013 AR)
The Southport Bowl was a success and I would like to offer my congratulations to the winners. My cousin Fecundo and the pugilist Sydney.
I also believe that Rowenova and Ras should be commended for their tactics used to defeat me. Unorthodox but highly effective. I was most impressed.
I also believe that Rowenova and Ras should be commended for their tactics used to defeat me. Unorthodox but highly effective. I was most impressed.
Written By Esme
March 29, 2020, 5:46 p.m.(1/8/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Arcadia
I did not think I would write this. I thought about not writing this, but there is a fondness in memories.
I loved Arcadia as she was my friend, my sister in heart. I don't even recall the first time we met, but I'm sure one or both of us were intoxicated. We spoke of our hearts and the people that resided in them. I love her children as mine. She introduced me to a man I would fall in love with. She watched as the relationship shifted in ways that others did not have insight. I have seen her tears. I have seen her anger. I have seen her happiness. I was not ready to hear of her death.
It is strange not to have a person to send a missive to and let them know a trail of gossip I might have heard. Or to listen as we debated out marriage and love in a way that we could. Or to know she would allow me to hug her too tight. If there is a regret it is that duty pulled us further apart lately. She has left her mark on all those she touched. It is safe to say that she will not be forgotten.
I loved Arcadia as she was my friend, my sister in heart. I don't even recall the first time we met, but I'm sure one or both of us were intoxicated. We spoke of our hearts and the people that resided in them. I love her children as mine. She introduced me to a man I would fall in love with. She watched as the relationship shifted in ways that others did not have insight. I have seen her tears. I have seen her anger. I have seen her happiness. I was not ready to hear of her death.
It is strange not to have a person to send a missive to and let them know a trail of gossip I might have heard. Or to listen as we debated out marriage and love in a way that we could. Or to know she would allow me to hug her too tight. If there is a regret it is that duty pulled us further apart lately. She has left her mark on all those she touched. It is safe to say that she will not be forgotten.
Written By Rysen
March 29, 2020, 5:31 p.m.(1/8/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Arcadia
Every time I think of her, I am overwhelmed. I cry - not the good kind of tears that might be sorrowful but sweet, nor the kind that bring any kind of release. They are tears of misery - the tears of one who will never again see the face, or hear the voice of one he loves.
Arcadia sent me a letter, and wrote that she hopes she will find me on the Wheel, that true friendships last forever. It will be so, yet still it is the cruelest and most painful wound to lose one whom I love and cherish, for even as the legates and archlectors tell us of the Wheel, I've no memory of my friends from previous turns. All before my early years is darkness, and when I pass, only the spark of my being will live on. What of the memories of this beloved friend? They will haunt me until I die, never being fully expressed, nor having coalesced into all our lives could have been had she lived longer, or had I been the one to fall to prove how much she meant to me.
I met Cady at a party for Lady Willow Nightgold's birthday, where, in my cups, I said we were so close to the Black Hall, that I could throw my whiskey glass and hit our estate. Cady dared me to try it, and I did - probably almost killing Rukhnis, who had no doubt been shuffling soberly back to her quarters from a long shift in the clinic.
When the apostate Ivan Helianthus sent the Undrowned Sons to raze the Northlands, it was Arcadia who joined our forces under Princess Marian with hundreds of archers and light infantry from House Leary. She fought in that battle herself, and sent many barbarous mercenaries to the Abyss, who'd otherwise have slaughtered innocents in Graywater Bay.
Though she never spoke of it herself, Arcadia was a deadeye with bow and crossbow. I heard that she shot an arrow out of Lord Michael Bisland's hand, and it was her arrow that saved my life in Gray Forest. She took down an Abandoned champion, and granted me time to reach Lord Ian and Lady Brianna.
She was also a merciless prankster, who was constantly harassing me with stink or glitter bombs, or some other torment she'd invented. Once, some hours before Princess Tikva Grayson held a birthday party for one of her children, Cady sent me a message that puffed a horrid cloud of glitter all over me the moment I opened it. I bathed, and scrubbed furiously, but I could not get rid of the glitter. So I went to the Great Gray Hall, looking like a complete glittery fool. It was the only time I met His Majesty King Alaric, and among the most embarrassing moments of my life.
But it's the quiet times I'll miss most. We used to walk in the Redrain Gardens, or she would sit beside me in the grass while I played my lyre. Or we'd talk in the stone pools of the Golden Hart about big things and small, about what we hoped for and what we came to regret. She danced with me once in the Black Hall, just the two of us. There was no music, just a slow dance of friends on a quiet winter evening, illuminated by white starlight on the snow outside the window, and the warm glow of the fire in the hearth.
She passed from the Dream in my arms, and I will carry out her dying requests. Never will I be able to put into words what she means to me, and I will remember her until the end.
Farewell for now, Beloved Friend. You have laid a strong foundation for your House, and sewn seeds of friendship that will live forever. Even still, I wake up to write to you, and fall into tears knowing my words will not reach you, nor will I receive a reply. I walk past The Spirits and do not hear your voice. I miss you, and I always will.
Arcadia sent me a letter, and wrote that she hopes she will find me on the Wheel, that true friendships last forever. It will be so, yet still it is the cruelest and most painful wound to lose one whom I love and cherish, for even as the legates and archlectors tell us of the Wheel, I've no memory of my friends from previous turns. All before my early years is darkness, and when I pass, only the spark of my being will live on. What of the memories of this beloved friend? They will haunt me until I die, never being fully expressed, nor having coalesced into all our lives could have been had she lived longer, or had I been the one to fall to prove how much she meant to me.
I met Cady at a party for Lady Willow Nightgold's birthday, where, in my cups, I said we were so close to the Black Hall, that I could throw my whiskey glass and hit our estate. Cady dared me to try it, and I did - probably almost killing Rukhnis, who had no doubt been shuffling soberly back to her quarters from a long shift in the clinic.
When the apostate Ivan Helianthus sent the Undrowned Sons to raze the Northlands, it was Arcadia who joined our forces under Princess Marian with hundreds of archers and light infantry from House Leary. She fought in that battle herself, and sent many barbarous mercenaries to the Abyss, who'd otherwise have slaughtered innocents in Graywater Bay.
Though she never spoke of it herself, Arcadia was a deadeye with bow and crossbow. I heard that she shot an arrow out of Lord Michael Bisland's hand, and it was her arrow that saved my life in Gray Forest. She took down an Abandoned champion, and granted me time to reach Lord Ian and Lady Brianna.
She was also a merciless prankster, who was constantly harassing me with stink or glitter bombs, or some other torment she'd invented. Once, some hours before Princess Tikva Grayson held a birthday party for one of her children, Cady sent me a message that puffed a horrid cloud of glitter all over me the moment I opened it. I bathed, and scrubbed furiously, but I could not get rid of the glitter. So I went to the Great Gray Hall, looking like a complete glittery fool. It was the only time I met His Majesty King Alaric, and among the most embarrassing moments of my life.
But it's the quiet times I'll miss most. We used to walk in the Redrain Gardens, or she would sit beside me in the grass while I played my lyre. Or we'd talk in the stone pools of the Golden Hart about big things and small, about what we hoped for and what we came to regret. She danced with me once in the Black Hall, just the two of us. There was no music, just a slow dance of friends on a quiet winter evening, illuminated by white starlight on the snow outside the window, and the warm glow of the fire in the hearth.
She passed from the Dream in my arms, and I will carry out her dying requests. Never will I be able to put into words what she means to me, and I will remember her until the end.
Farewell for now, Beloved Friend. You have laid a strong foundation for your House, and sewn seeds of friendship that will live forever. Even still, I wake up to write to you, and fall into tears knowing my words will not reach you, nor will I receive a reply. I walk past The Spirits and do not hear your voice. I miss you, and I always will.
Written By Riagnon
March 29, 2020, 5:02 p.m.(1/8/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Arcadia
You were always kind in the instances when we had the opportunity to meet. It's very sad to hear of your passing.
I will always look back and recall our adventure with Prince Artur with fondness.
I will always look back and recall our adventure with Prince Artur with fondness.
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