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Written By Sparte

Jan. 24, 2020, 8:52 p.m.(8.529167906746032/16.63340277777778/1012.6274306588955 AR)

As a member of the Iron Guard, people take many things I say with weight I never meant it to carry. For instance, when I suggested we start calling the Cullers the Crullers in an effort to trick them into becoming bakers, I wasn't being serious. The idea was half-baked at best.

Written By Richard

Jan. 24, 2020, 7:25 p.m.(8.524806960978836/16.389189814814813/1012.6270672467482 AR)

It is good to see a work complete at last. When I lay my hands upon the walls of the Rose of Solace, I think that, should all things proceed as they should, it will stand for long after I die. It will stand for long after my name is forgotten. Gods willing, it will stand so long until its own name is forgotten.

Further, it puts me in a mind to rebuild. Thinking about it and then Highhill reminds me that we are all always walking along the edge. I will take the things I have learned here with me as I go to reclaim that land, and prepare it so the tragedy of the Steelharts cannot happen again.

<Scribe's note: Due to a clerical error, this entry into the Whites was delayed by several days. To ensure that the history has the proper context, Lord Richard Wyrmguard is currently in Highhill at the time of this entry's publishing, and had written it the day before leaving.>

Written By Ignacio

Jan. 24, 2020, 6:56 p.m.(8.523380456349205/16.309305555555557/1012.6269483713625 AR)

Relationship Note on Richard

My wife will get you next time.

I have faith her prowess will win out eventually.

Written By Beatrice

Jan. 24, 2020, 6:20 p.m.(8.52158275462963/16.208634259259263/1012.6267985628858 AR)

Absolutely thrilled to be hosting an event this week along with Tyche in recognition of the hard work that we've done. A good opportunity to meet and greet, but mostly simply a celebration of my own return to Arx!

My favorite part of planning the parties is working out all the little details where I tell people what to do.

Written By Astrid

Jan. 24, 2020, 3:08 p.m.(8.512096560846562/15.677407407407408/1012.6260080467372 AR)

I walked out of my bedroom this morning to find a Knight at my door. I guess this is life now.

Written By Thea

Jan. 24, 2020, 1:09 p.m.(8.506157820767196/15.344837962962963/1012.6255131517306 AR)

Relationship Note on Domonico

I'm not the Malvici with words, clearly. All I can say is..Mother and Father would be proud of you. As am I. There were no doubts you would rise again. Great job, big brother.

Written By Tyrus

Jan. 24, 2020, 9:21 a.m.(8.494866898148148/21.712546296296296/1012.6245722415124 AR)

I find I am more impressed by the man who makes the choice for light having lived a life plunged in darkness than I am by the one who chooses light and always has. The latter merely does what they have always known and always done. True change came from the former.

Written By Martino

Jan. 24, 2020, 5:27 a.m.(8.483250248015873/21.062013888888888/1012.6236041873346 AR)

Relationship Note on Domonico

It was never an easy path, at one point a step forward and then one backwards before a turn left and right, but you have done it once again good Brother. Working up to lead the Southport Navy once again. Your dedication to improvement of your self, of those you lead and have looked up to you are a testament to the education both mother and father put you through.

They would be, once again, proud.

Written By Leola

Jan. 24, 2020, 5:08 a.m.(8.482323082010582/21.010092592592592/1012.6235269235009 AR)

Relationship Note on Lucita

I think cross-compact postal service of pigeons might alleviate my ladys anxiety with faster news. I'm not about to test that, though

Written By Mabelle

Jan. 24, 2020, 3:14 a.m.(8.476649305555554/20.69236111111111/1012.6230541087963 AR)

Relationship Note on Astrid

Sister Astrid has been a boon to me since the day I met her. A pleasant woman who is eager to serve the faith and offer guidance to all those around her, as well as beauty to others. I was ever pleased to hear of her elevation to Archlector, so well deserved, so she can touch and reach even more.

Congratulations, my friend.
May Gild's blessing shine upon you.

Written By Sunaia

Jan. 24, 2020, 12:15 a.m.(8.467764963624338/20.194837962962964/1012.6223137469686 AR)

Relationship Note on Ashur

I hope everything works out.

Written By Anisha

Jan. 24, 2020, 12:13 a.m.(8.467693039021164/20.190810185185185/1012.6223077532518 AR)

Relationship Note on Jeffeth

I have been reminded of why I do not often write in the Whites, preferring to keep my thoughts scribed in Black and kept away. But I have determined to do better, and in more than one way, I shall.

I wrote about a dramatic fight in the Training Center before. A spar, willingly entered into by both parties. A remarkable feat of endurance by a woman chosing to test herself against one of the finest Arx has to offer in the field of martial combat.

Sir Jeffeth Bayweather is an intriguing figure, coming from humble origins, raised in the Tragedy, he has devoted his life to the Knights of Solace. Indeed, the two are fairly synonymous in Arx these days.

So I will say this: Sir Jeffeth Bayweather respects people. When they come at him, he gives them exactly what they ask for. He was the winner of the bout, and he worked for it - taking cuts and providing a worthy opponent for Messere Qadira. And when the battle was ended, he showed concern and care for her, same as any other. It was clear to me that this was a match between two warriors, testing themselves, and if I have given any impression to the contrary, I am deeply sorry.

Gloria would have looked upon the clash between Sir Jeffeth Bayweather and Qadira Thorne with pride, and they are both the better for having had it.

Written By Sunaia

Jan. 24, 2020, 12:12 a.m.(8.467649636243387/20.18837962962963/1012.6223041363536 AR)

Relationship Note on Harlan

This will hardly be the first day, or the last, that I write or say these words in regards you, cousin; but they are so meaningful to me, today:

Thank you - for our family and for mine.

Written By Esme

Jan. 23, 2020, 11:29 p.m.(8.465508432539682/20.068472222222223/1012.6221257027116 AR)

You are loved.
You are enough.

You are the only one that is walking your own path. You should strive to do that with an authentic choice. Do not mind the people in the other paths, that path is not yours.

Know you are blessed beyond measure.

Written By Sanya

Jan. 23, 2020, 7:28 p.m.(8.453578042328044/19.40037037037037/1012.6211315035273 AR)

Relationship Note on Preston

It's never easy to make decisions when one carries as much responsibility as you do. As you've proven yourself to be a man guided by the grace of the gods, who knows when a fight is just and necessary, it is my hope that more feel inclined to reach out to the Templars in times of peril.

Written By Miranda

Jan. 23, 2020, 7:27 p.m.(8.453529265873016/19.397638888888892/1012.6211274388228 AR)

Relationship Note on Domonico

My most deepest and heartfelt congratulations on your appointment!

I shall drink to your success and am pleased to see this position is once more yours!

I am so very proud of you, Cousin. It has been a hard battle, fraught with trials. And you've seen them through.

Written By Arcadia

Jan. 23, 2020, 5:43 p.m.(8.448390376984127/19.109861111111112/1012.620699198082 AR)

Whoever tries Fool's bane knowing that it will induce a three day hangover, is either incredibly brave or incredibly stupid.

This just begs to be tested. Once this hangover wanes.

Written By Mabelle

Jan. 23, 2020, 2:44 p.m.(8.439498181216932/18.61189814814815/1012.6199581817681 AR)

Relationship Note on Roran

Sometimes wisdom can be found in the most unexpected of places.
Sometimes all we need to do is watch our own reflection.
Thank you for allowing me that.

Written By Sydney

Jan. 23, 2020, 2:33 p.m.(8.438959986772486/18.581759259259258/1012.619913332231 AR)

I've always been a forgetful one, even when I was but a girl. My memories find a way of slipping through the cracks if I don't monitor them closely. It would be a simple enough cause and effect to blame the alcohol, or the repeated blows to the head I've endured since my career as a pugilist began in earnest, but not the truth of the matter.

There are things in this life I'll not forget, but if I chance to look upon you blankly, or misrecall our meetings, pray don't take it to heart, for it is my own failing, not your lack of significance.

I'm making better notes, now.

Written By Padraig

Jan. 23, 2020, 2:21 p.m.(8.43838707010582/18.549675925925925/1012.6198655891754 AR)


I've found a particularly young and friendly scholar who I believe I can be friends with. I still do not know if I want to write anything in the Black, however. Keeping secrets was never my forte (and so, keep that in mind, dear reader). Lady Veronica was very busy today with things that didn't require someone of my talents, and so I had most the day to myself. Rather than go off into the city to meet more nobility, I worked most the day with the personal guard of House Keaton.

They're a well-drilled bunch and I think I learned a lot from them. Still, they treat me as a commoner would a nobleman, and it unnerves me. I know being a knight affords me certain privileges, but I would rather be seen by the smallfolk as what I am -- one of them.

I've been thinking too much -- a byproduct of the capital, no doubt.

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