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Written By Sparte

Nov. 19, 2019, 4:34 p.m.(3/23/1012 AR)

Relationship Note on Cambria

A succinct truth.

Written By Aureth

Nov. 19, 2019, 4:15 p.m.(3/22/1012 AR)

Relationship Note on Preston

Would you like me to buy you some fancy clothes?

Written By Strozza

Nov. 19, 2019, 1:34 p.m.(3/22/1012 AR)

The spirit of the northerners is undoubted. Many claim it is the south with the most daring - but while we may be a, I suppose I am to say, daring means of existing - one cannot state in full truth that those of the north do not have their particular love for life.

The same for many of the differences.

Written By Sparte

Nov. 19, 2019, 11:41 a.m.(3/22/1012 AR)

One of the shovels shattered while I was shoveling snow today. The chill was in the metal and the craftsmanship flawed, caught a cobblestone just the wrong way and snap. Handle can be reused, at least. I checked the other shovels in the barracks and they're all roughly the same make, the sort sold for a copper a piece or two if you're generous.

There has to be a decent craftsman somewhere in Arx making shovels.

Written By Preston

Nov. 19, 2019, 9:38 a.m.(3/22/1012 AR)

This entry is quite boring, not about grand theology or strategums.

I think I might have to actually buy some fancy clothes. It has come to my realisation that as part of my responsibilities, I cannot simply do that which I wish. My desire in my role as Grandmaster is to go and defeat the enemies of the Faith, to fight for our people. Yet. That is not all I must do. Not all I am expected to do. Not all I am asked to do. Sometimes I must attend balls and I must spend time with those friends and allies in social settings, reinforcing bonds made in blood on the battlefield with friendship here at home. It is not my natural place perhaps, but I was trained a little in my youth. But, I do not think plain linens will any longer suffice for that.

I miss Thena being here. She would find this intensely funny. I hope wherever she has retreated to, she reads this and smirks.

Written By Strozza

Nov. 18, 2019, 8:35 p.m.(3/21/1012 AR)

Heady twists of chestnut become a cloud, a curtain, concealing.
Behind a flash of white. A line of crimson. Clouds drifting away from blue.
Form follows. A touch. A step. A turn that sets clarity wheeling

Each fall of sole to stone, a beat that fills the night
The drag of four the only thing between that feels true.

Written By Cambria

Nov. 18, 2019, 8:18 p.m.(3/21/1012 AR)

Letters that receive no reply still yield answers.

Written By Apollo

Nov. 18, 2019, 7:33 p.m.(3/21/1012 AR)

Thanks to a kind word from Baroness Acantha Clearlake, I had the honor to craft a pair of cloaks for the king and queen this week. Their appreciation has humbled me. I don't think that when I was small I could have possibly imagined ever making anything for a prince or princess, much less high lords and kings. Most spectacular was an opportunity to have my hand at the sigil of The Crown, a symbol I'm sure has seen different interpretations through time as different artisans saw it through their lens and moment. It was inspiring - the hide yielded, and at day's end I'm pleased with the work I've done.

I wish that I'd had the insight or understanding to please Princess Alarissa to the same degree. I feel her loss in ways that I can't adequately explain, though perhaps insight has come at too late a date - and I still haven't any real idea how to address it through my art. Perhaps it will come to me yet. I don't need a contest or comission to do better.

Written By Aureth

Nov. 18, 2019, 6:38 p.m.(3/21/1012 AR)

Relationship Note on Ras

I am lifting the ban on Master Ras entering the shrines of the Lost. I believe Blessed Hamish did well to protect the shrines from this breach. However, Ras has stepped forward, accepted responsibility for what he did, and set himself to the task I set him for penance so thoroughly and immediately that what I believed to be a daunting task that would take significant time has already been accomplished to my satisfaction.

It is my sincere hope that this is an experience that this young man will learn from, and that his path from here onwards will be more considered.

Written By Brigid

Nov. 18, 2019, 5:57 p.m.(3/21/1012 AR)

I can't begin to explain the burdensome feeling of betrayal that has started to turn my hope sour. If it had been committed by a person to whom I had been pledged perhaps there would be more understanding and therefore allow me to move on as time allows - but to feel such disloyalty from the land itself?

It is a strangeness.

How I wish the ice and snow would blanket every inch of Acorn Hill, grant it a hibernal rest to yield healing regrowth come spring but it is these illogical thoughts my mind has recently wandered towards.

Maybe I am the one that needs to hibernate like a bear.

Written By Sydney

Nov. 18, 2019, 4:07 p.m.(3/20/1012 AR)

Relationship Note on Colette

Allow the record to show that although I dearly enjoy a good spar, I less enjoy the morning after.

How did my ribs get so purple?

No, no. I recall. Jabbing the same spot is something I could stand to remember. The pain has a way of compounding. A little pain is a cheap way to learn a valuable lesson.

Written By Strozza

Nov. 18, 2019, 3:33 p.m.(3/20/1012 AR)

Mirrors or depthless pools? How far down do those portals of observation run?

Written By Thomas

Nov. 18, 2019, 1:49 p.m.(3/20/1012 AR)

I have never been one for balls or other parties of the like, even at home in Brassfall. The frivolity immediately makes me nervous for reasons I cannot ever entirely articulate to my satisfaction, and it is normally all I can do not to back into a corner and nurse a dark red until I can let go of the peacebound hilt of my sword and relax enough to make pleasant conversation with the other brooding sorts.

The Fire and Ice Ball was a very enjoyable exception to this habit, and it felt good to step out of my comfort zone and even to be volunteered as the Marquessa Quenia's escort, who put my meager skills to shame with her graceful dancing.

I cannot say I am terribly eager to throw myself to the ballroom floor again, but at least I am maybe somewhat more at ease with these gatherings than I was before, and that is very satisfying all on its own.

Written By Miranda

Nov. 18, 2019, 1:30 p.m.(3/20/1012 AR)

Relationship Note on Josephine

In the wake of her own personal tragedy, Guildmistress Josephine Arcuri came to my aid when things looked very dim. I had begun to suspect that I would lose my aide-de-camp, Brenlin. I feared we'd gone too long since the attack upon us... upon him and that hope was fleeting. But then, there came Duchess Delilah Shepherd with her extensive wisdom and knowledge and Lord Mirk Halfshav with his suggestion to call upon the Guildmistress to compare notes.

I did not expect her to come to our rescue.

She may not think it a big thing, but I do. Her last words of the evening were that we no longer had need of her.

She is so wrong.

I owe her a debt, in whatever form she chooses. Whether I pay it forward or she needs my sword, coin, or resources.

Thank you, Guildmistress.

From both of us, Brenlin and myself.

Written By Mikani

Nov. 18, 2019, 1:18 p.m.(3/20/1012 AR)

Change, through inevitable can bring rain.
Although - friends assure that change can be satisfying.
Directly life is showing me the pain.
Yet, I hope and yearn for love everlasting.
Satisfaction, passion, metamorphosis, transfiguring.
Temptation to be contained within this cage.
Afraid to be freed to find hope - however fleeting.
How life can change this wild flower to a rage.
Love, of a different scope may be assuage.
Before my heart blackened and love wane.
Effortlessly, may it open - continue beating.
Now may change in the rain be a happy greeting.

Written By Arcadia

Nov. 18, 2019, 7:39 a.m.(3/20/1012 AR)

Yesterday I turned nineteen.

If anyone told me a year ago that I would be married, or a countess or that I would have a child I would of laughed and laughed at how crazy they all were.

I think the gods and spirits find themselves hilarious. I hate to see what they will throw at me next.

Written By Anisha

Nov. 18, 2019, 3:27 a.m.(3/19/1012 AR)

Marquessa Quenia threw a wonderful ball, and there were a myriad of wondrous pieces on display, both worn and as prizes.

The evening swirls a little in my head, which I take as a sign of a night well spent. A number of introductions were made, and I am eager to see where that leads.

I did win a prize, a bag full of sweets to tide me over as Winter turns to Spring, and while I coveted the lovely fashions and pieces of jewelry that others took home, I am pleased to have known enough luck to be drawn from among thousands of tickets. That can only be a good omen.

I wish to extend great thanks to the Marquessa, primarily, and to Lord Strozza for his skill at the dance floor. There are many others that deserve honourable mentions, but for fear of forgetting names, I will just say - I hope to see you again, so we may reminisce and create new memories together.

Written By Braith

Nov. 17, 2019, 11:35 p.m.(3/19/1012 AR)

Relationship Note on Theron

Whiskey is the better drink. We shall have to debate about this openly and for years to come. I see no end to this argument.

Written By Strozza

Nov. 17, 2019, 11:24 p.m.(3/19/1012 AR)

What do I want?

What in life could I require now?

Lady Esme brings up a point I had not considered but now must look into.

Depth of character proven beyond doubt.

Written By Caith

Nov. 17, 2019, 10:24 p.m.(3/19/1012 AR)

Relationship Note on Sabella

I ran into Catriona in the gardens at the Grotto. Quite literally! I gave her a hug but she was on a swing so we both crashed to the ground. These things happen when one is the Best Hugger in Arx.

HEAR THAT, SABELLA? BEST. HUGGER. IN. ARX.

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