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Written By Philippe

Jan. 21, 2020, 12:46 a.m.(8.255078538359788/8.28439814814815/1012.6045898781966 AR)

Today was the unveiling of Dayne Valardin's statue. I would call it more a wake for the great man. The Templars did well by the Lord Commander with the ceremony. I took care to let them know how fine they had done, particularly in bringing in the Nox'alfar to also take part. It was the right thing to do and a proper gesture of peacemaking, all said. It shows the healing power of Gloria's mercy and goodness. Even after this tragedy, we can find a way to stand together and make our world better. It's no wonder that Katryn takes such inspiration from her work each day.

Written By Sydney

Jan. 20, 2020, 7:25 p.m.(8.239175760582011/14.393842592592593/1012.6032646467152 AR)

Relationship Note on Colette

Twice, you put me on my back. Twice, I politely smiled, and when you left, was filled with regrets and disbelief. I watched you, after that. Closely. The way you move, the way you flow and weave, and exploit your opponent's body. The way you pick them apart, leaving them wondering what on earth happened.

This time, I put you on your back, and though I find myself pleased with the outcome, I remain in disbelief. I know when my strikes are hitting proper. I've been at this quite some time, and you just kept coming back for more, like a woman possessed. The only other person I've seen stay up on their feet so long past their limit is my own self, so it's with nothing but with respect that I proclaim you an ally and a rival, little Laurent.

I look forward to learning from one another, speaking through words and fists alike.

Best of five?

Written By Veronica

Jan. 20, 2020, 6:56 p.m.(8.237712466931217/14.311898148148147/1012.6031427055776 AR)

Relationship Note on Padraig

Good to have you in the city with me, Sir Paddy.

I shall enjoy showing you around doubly since it means finally exploring more thoroughly myself.

Written By Lisebet

Jan. 20, 2020, 4:58 p.m.(8.231951884920635/13.989305555555555/1012.6026626570767 AR)

Brennan has now made it to his feet, catching up with Emilie. Our twins are walking - gods help us.

Written By Miranda

Jan. 20, 2020, 4:49 p.m.(8.231468667328041/13.96224537037037/1012.602622388944 AR)

Relationship Note on Arcadia

Cady, my darling...

I'm not sure I'm worried about being fat as a whale...

But this nausea? I could do without.

At least the cranky has been put on hold awhile.

Written By Miranda

Jan. 20, 2020, 4:47 p.m.(8.231403356481483/13.958587962962962/1012.6026169463735 AR)

Relationship Note on Martino

Family is so very important to me.

It always has been.

Thank you, dear Cousin, for seeing after me.

Such is why you are one of my favorites.

Written By Martino

Jan. 20, 2020, 4:14 p.m.(8.22973792989418/13.865324074074074/1012.6024781608245 AR)

I needed several hours of peace and quiet to catch up on a good book, delightful company and fine Southport Red. Guidio was off delivering my missives while Johannes was assigned to the task of ensuring a Lady with child was cared for.

Peace and quiet. Well, that is, until the company came by. Johannes seemed to have returned quite pleased, I shall work on the assumption that is that a task well done is a task to be proud of. Taught him that myself.

Written By Sparte

Jan. 20, 2020, 3:27 p.m.(8.227427248677248/13.735925925925926/1012.6022856040564 AR)

I will miss Josephine as I miss many others, but I will have a reminder. As I sat there in the Shrine of Jayus, contemplating our friendship and thinking on her, a peculiar thing happened. The earcuff I wear came loose.

I caught it, but as I did so it caught some of the light trickling into the room. Such that the starstuff it is made out of seemed to shimmer.

It could have been nothing more than a fluke. Funny things are given meaning when we want to find meaning. I take this message from it, though. That earcuff holds more story to it than the one I had in my empty head when she made it for me.

Written By Hamish

Jan. 20, 2020, 2:42 p.m.(8.225174437830688/13.609768518518518/1012.6020978698192 AR)

Relationship Note on Josephine

Days on and her name continues to fill the whites.

A city grieves.

But remember, none need grieve alone.

Our Queen's shrine is never empty and Her Harlequins are always at hand to counsel those who need a moment or a minute or an hour or however much of our time is needed to ease your pain.

We, too, are in mourning.

Written By Tyrus

Jan. 20, 2020, 1:59 p.m.(8.223059275793652/13.491319444444445/1012.6019216063162 AR)

More than a year has gone by since my return to Arx and I did not notice.

A year spent mourning the dead and meeting the living. A year of change. A year of joy and sorrow.

So much has changed in that year. So little has changed. They've been dead for more than a year. I've lived for yet another.

Written By Monique

Jan. 20, 2020, 11:39 a.m.(8.216123098544973/13.102893518518519/1012.6013435915454 AR)

Relationship Note on Josephine

I have learned that grief is just another word for love.

Sitting here, re-reading the letter you left me, wearing Pena's headdress, smelling the vial of your perfume... it's almost as if you are still here. And then I look at the dragonweep and I feel an unbearable, unspeakable sadness.

"A stone that acts as a memory of love lost, and is shed in the hope that the one lost may one day find it, remember, and return."

You would leave me that.

Do not fear. I will never forget.

Written By Rosalind

Jan. 19, 2020, 10:27 p.m.(8.176843171296296/10.903217592592593/1012.5980702642747 AR)

Almost time to go home...I can smell it!

Written By Rosalind

Jan. 19, 2020, 10:18 p.m.(8.176357060185186/10.87599537037037/1012.5980297550154 AR)

Relationship Note on Arcadia

Marquessa and I made a bet today. I dont think the spirits are ready for it! Me..in a dress. And stuff on my face!

Written By Thea

Jan. 19, 2020, 10:06 p.m.(8.175854001322751/10.847824074074074/1012.5979878334435 AR)

The more knowledge you gain, the more it's supposed to supposed to help you. Instead all it's done is leave me with more questions.

Written By Porter

Jan. 19, 2020, 9:28 p.m.(8.17397156084656/10.742407407407407/1012.5978309634039 AR)

I woke up on my boat this morning, except it wasn't morning. It was well past noon. I found glitter on my hands, which was an awful, miserable fucking surprise. But not just that, it was in my beard. On all of my clothes. I reached into my pocket for something and found even more of it. I had to slap myself in the face a time or two before I could be convinced this wasn't just my worst nightmare come true.

I don't know what's more terrifying, that it's absolutely everywhere or that I have no memory of where it came from.

Written By Jaenelle

Jan. 19, 2020, 9:10 p.m.(8.173048115079364/10.690694444444444/1012.59775400959 AR)

I am thankful to Duchess Cambria and Duke Hadrian for allowing me to visit their beautiful city as I begin my tour around the Lyceum. Lord Marzio provided the greatest entertainment with the War Parade, and House Mazetti itself rose to the occasion to showcase their talents and the might of their city.

Written By Corban

Jan. 19, 2020, 9:09 p.m.(8.173029927248677/10.689675925925926/1012.5977524939374 AR)

In a few days time, we will gather to remember the greatest warrior, greatest knight, and possibly greatest human that Arx has ever seen.

I hope, Lord Commander, our ceremony will do even a sliver of the honor that is due to you.

Written By Maja

Jan. 19, 2020, 9:04 p.m.(8.172774057539684/10.675347222222221/1012.5977311714616 AR)

Relationship Note on Josephine

I had so much fun competing in the People's Tournament run by Josephine these past two years -- she put so much time, money and effort into the games to make certain that everyone had a good time. Will the tournament continue? If it does, it won't be the same.

I hope to see you again, Guildmistress, in one form or another.

Written By Jaenelle

Jan. 19, 2020, 9:03 p.m.(8.17270626653439/10.671550925925926/1012.5977255222112 AR)

Two years have passed since your death. It is easier to think of you. I smile more at your memory than feel the sorrow that plagued me during the first year. Your things are still scattered around, but most have been given away or packed, and that too has been an easier task to accomplish with the passing of time. I welcome the stillness and silence of being alone, and it is no longer strangling or fill me with anxiety to fill.

Perhaps it is time that I remove my wedding ring? Or maybe that will take another year.

Written By Acacia

Jan. 19, 2020, 8:35 p.m.(8.171337632275133/10.594907407407407/1012.5976114693563 AR)

Relationship Note on Ras

Don't care about your excuses. Make it right.

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