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Written By Lucita

Nov. 21, 2019, 7:52 p.m.(3/27/1012 AR)

This feels so odd. I've had a whole hour to myself and am uninspired to do anything but sit before the fire and watch the snow fall down. Paperwork is caught up, no friends knocking on the door, no messengers impatiently lined up with missives in hand, even music has deserted me for the moment.
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I wrote too soon, seems it has become read-a-story time for the twins.

Written By Ras

Nov. 21, 2019, 7:50 p.m.(3/27/1012 AR)

Bought a potato from a costermonger in Commons Square. Best potato in all of Arvum. Best costermonger, too. Everyone should go buy a potato there.

Written By Skye

Nov. 21, 2019, 4:35 p.m.(3/27/1012 AR)

Will this winter never cease? I feel like this chill is reaching me all the way down to the bones. Spring can't come soon enough.

Written By Faye

Nov. 21, 2019, 2:51 p.m.(3/26/1012 AR)

I found out a few days ago that my cousin died. If I have spoken to you about my mother's family, then perhaps you know who this is. She sacrificed her life to help another person, a man I don't believe she had previously met. Her death feels deeply unfair, but there is no one I can blame for it. My cousin was a kind, brave, and generous woman who wanted to do things in life that made a difference. I loved having her here, the year and a half she was in the city. I miss her.

Written By Strozza

Nov. 21, 2019, 9:37 a.m.(3/26/1012 AR)

Look forward silent
Portents of the path coming
Steadfastly marching

Written By Dianna

Nov. 21, 2019, 9:17 a.m.(3/26/1012 AR)

I just miss you.

Written By Strozza

Nov. 21, 2019, 8:21 a.m.(3/26/1012 AR)

Kuhlai is nearing perfection of this drink he calls 'Punch' using essences of many tropical fruits.

As long as he would cut it out with his obsession with lemon.

Written By Mabelle

Nov. 21, 2019, 3:05 a.m.(3/25/1012 AR)

Relationship Note on Thomas

Having someone sympathetic of your past is one thing.
Having someone who shared and understand it is another.
I am so happy to have you in the city.

Written By Dianna

Nov. 21, 2019, 2:33 a.m.(3/25/1012 AR)

Lessons I have learned of late:


When in doubt: Ask.

When not in doubt: Ask twice, and twice again.

Written By Dianna

Nov. 21, 2019, 2:13 a.m.(3/25/1012 AR)

I am not alone.

I am not, nor shall forever be, again, alone.

Written By Strozza

Nov. 20, 2019, 3:55 p.m.(3/24/1012 AR)

Relationship Note on Dianna

Dear cousin, favored. You appear to have found what you need but ever you seem troubled.

I would have you burden me with your troubles, so that I can aid or alleviate.

Dearest Dianna - I shall ever stand to protect your heart and I hope that you find your way through darkness that shrouds the future.

I shall bear the torch for you, dearest cousin. You shall not travel alone.

Written By Strozza

Nov. 20, 2019, 3:08 p.m.(3/24/1012 AR)

I was told, vaguely, of Fizz-Key... with round about details that were unconfirmed. This sounds bizarre. It sounded like it involves milk. I don't know if I should be intrigued, revolted, or fearing for the threads of my sanity.

Written By Preston

Nov. 20, 2019, 1:10 p.m.(3/24/1012 AR)

Relationship Note on Aureth

It is a kind offer, Father, but I think the Faith supplies me with sufficient coin to purchase something. It is just slightly odd. Rarely do I buy things for myself. My swords are to defend others - and of the two the one that was purchased was purchased by the then Dominus. My armour was jointly funded by myself and by then-Father Orazio from the Faith funds, as I needed it for missions of the Faith. I purchased some of Dame Ida's fantastic work, but as a gift for another.

I do not know when last I purchased something like this. Because of it, I would rather it be personal - I have some ideas for colours. I may even venture beyond white and gold. Perhaps.

Written By Cassandra

Nov. 20, 2019, 11:25 a.m.(3/24/1012 AR)

Relationship Note on Aureth

Is that an offer open to all Templars or just Preston?

Because I would not say no to a new outfit.

Written By Strozza

Nov. 20, 2019, 11:21 a.m.(3/24/1012 AR)

These winter days are never ending. I live in a white hell now.

I shall get new servants whose sole purpose is to carry a fire brazier behind me...

Written By Strozza

Nov. 20, 2019, 9:29 a.m.(3/24/1012 AR)

Sometimes a friendship makes one willing to compromise.

A flower given, but potted in soil - to be added to a garden, it grows as the companionship does.

Written By Ida

Nov. 20, 2019, 6:40 a.m.(3/24/1012 AR)

Relationship Note on Preston

Armor can be fancy! Not always easy to dance in though, I guess.

Written By Dianna

Nov. 19, 2019, 10:19 p.m.(3/23/1012 AR)

What is this thought that women of the Lyceum will stab a person for merely not doing as we wish?

There are those who will, certainly; and those who won't - but it is surely the same of anyone - male or female - throughout the Compact, regardless of their native soil.

Is it so very hard to tell the difference?

And, if it is: Perhaps there are Lyceum lessons to be learned of how to spot a lie?

Written By Quenia

Nov. 19, 2019, 7:07 p.m.(3/23/1012 AR)

Reading over the most recently journal entries, it makes my heart glad to hear that people had fun at the Fire and Ice Ball. I needed something to help me step out of the shadows a bit, and perhaps put myself out there more than I have been after events of the past. It was good to see Luis and Juliana out in the open as well, and to see Lord Sebastian again. Overall, I had an enjoyable time, and even managed to dance with Lord Thomas Hawkmour.

With the Ball behind me, it's time to start planning the next Igniseri dinner, and figuring out who I should be pointedly inviting to attend, in addition to our overall general invitation.

Written By Reigna

Nov. 19, 2019, 6:53 p.m.(3/23/1012 AR)

I saw a thing I could not explain. I have no name for it. But the horror of it has not left me.

I saw a thing, and I could only think it evil.

I saw a thing and I cannot unsee it.

A life was lost to this, a life of a woman beloved.

I could not do anything to help her. I could not save her.

In my guilt, I seek a path to make a gesture to those who loved her. I recognize there is nothing I can do. That no matter what I do, I can never undo the failure that resulted in this soul passing from this life.

There is no destiny. There is no fate. Skald saw to that when he made it so that our lives are our own. When he broke the chains that tied us to our destiny.

But that also means there is no time to die. I cannot say 'It was her time.' For that is a concept that is as hollow and empty as I feel. I can only try to think about the fact that she is returning to the Wheel. She gets to sit in the arms of the Queen and tell her story.

But that is a better solace to those who miss her. Miss the touch of her hand, the light of her smile, the sound of her laugh. Grief, as always, is the province of the living. Ours is the sorrowed remembrance, the ache of that hole that is now in the lives of those who loved her.

Though I know nothing I do can take or ease that pain, I can try to honor the woman I failed. I have spoken to Kael, and we are in agreement.

House Keaton is establishing a fund, an apprenticeship program, to any and all youths in Oakhaven that feel the call to make beautiful things from metal and stone. The Demetria Arcuri program will be there to provide supplies, room, board and smiths to train those of Oakhaven who wish to make jewelry.

In her name, may a generation shine.

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