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Written By Delilah

Sept. 9, 2019, 1:28 p.m.(10/20/1011 AR)

The path to rapture is likewise the path to ruin.

Written By Reigna

Sept. 9, 2019, 1:18 p.m.(10/20/1011 AR)

I have received the most wondrous assortment of spectacular things to put up as prizes for our upcoming Wellness Festival. Guildmistress Josephine gave us an exquisite star iron and epiphinite ring, Lady Tesha Telmar donated a gorgeous weapon from the forge of Master Smith, Dame Ida Farron. Legate Aureth donated a number of curios including a charming spider door knocker.

My cousin, Lord Pharamond Ashford donated a staggering amount of coin to the cause, and as such I will be naming the new annex of the Lowers Clinic the Ashford Wellness Ward.

But most of all, I wish to thank Physician Rukhnis al Katibi, who had the idea for this project in the first place. She is such an incredible healer, with a heart that never stops in its desire to help those around her. She is everything I look for in healers.

This is not, it should be mentioned, just a frivolous party, instead this celebration will be the culmination of a week-long event in which we of the Physicians Guild will be holding demonstrations, classes and presentations on basic first aid, wound care and illness prevention to anyone who wishes to attend. We will also be supplying those who attend from the Lowers, with clothes, blankets and medicinal kits to help ease the coming cold months. There will be food and beverages, games for the children to keep them occupied, and on the night of the Festival, games and raffles for the adults too. So be sure to come and join us, play a game, learn something about your health, win a prize.

We look forward to a happy and healthy winter.

Written By Bhandn

Sept. 9, 2019, 3:33 a.m.(10/19/1011 AR)

Relationship Note on Mabelle

I think Lady Mabelle and I share a common bond in how we wish to learn more of ourselves, in the sense that we question the past and are /quite/ frustrated to find interesting works and other writings that have absolutely nothing to do with the target of our curiosity. It's enough to make one think it a punishment for vanity, which is absurd in this situation.

I did enjoy our talk over tea, though. I'm not one to indulge much in cookies, but since freshly made biscuits were not present at the table I made do with those. A fine way to start the morning, at least.

Written By Esme

Sept. 9, 2019, 2:39 a.m.(10/19/1011 AR)

Oh Journal,

Arx is more amazing every day. I met with a woman tonight. That doesn't sound close to the interesting talk that we had. I am just so excited to meet all the people in this lovely city. I can only hope that I am doing right by the Gods and by my family. OH! And someone sent me a cupcake. I'm rather excited about that too. I was talking about sweets and there is one delivered to me. It was a sign, surely, that the Gods think my path is right.

Written By Vincenzo

Sept. 8, 2019, 11:36 p.m.(10/19/1011 AR)

My jade piece returned home.

Redemption requires humility and mercy being exchanged. Through Lagoma, the person redeemed is made whole but with the scars to hopefully guide them with future choices, and for others to see those scars, not to judge, but to learn. For either we have scars ourselves, or we will be earning them later on. No one returns to the wheel without the marks of living a life.

I'm happy that the piece came home, and I'm hoping that my friend finds the challenging path of redemption a worthwhile one. I'll be here if you ever need help.

Written By Icelyn

Sept. 8, 2019, 11:33 p.m.(10/19/1011 AR)

Autumn is here. I can feel the tickle of winter in the air. It's in the brisk wind, the hard steel-cold scent of morning air, the sharpening edges of sounds that ring off buildings and cobbled streets.

It's been a long time since I saw a winter in Arx. I hope it will be one worth remembering.

Written By Khanne

Sept. 8, 2019, 11:26 p.m.(10/19/1011 AR)

Months of traveling have seen highs and lows... adventures, dangers, triumphs, and... hope. Honestly, it's been good for me. I feel lighter... less cranky, for certain. I am looking forward to catching up with messengers and quite a few people. Be patient with me though... I might have to ease back into city life slowly.

Written By Gaspar

Sept. 8, 2019, 11:13 p.m.(10/19/1011 AR)

I learned something new about the Thrax today.

Written By Alarissa

Sept. 8, 2019, 11:06 p.m.(10/19/1011 AR)

The bed these days needs to be bigger. All children in the bed make for legs where heads should be and if someone moves, everyone wakes. And this is just on the nights when dreams turn for something darker and nothing can console a child but the arms of their parents and their bed.

Astrid stepped on a spider. It scared her. There were a few servants about the house who were horrified she'd done such. Most assuredly, I didn't blink an eye nor shed a tear. Terrible things.

Dreams.

Odd things really.

Written By Viviana

Sept. 8, 2019, 10:58 p.m.(10/19/1011 AR)

After a recent discussion, I have found myself thinking rather seriously on the matter of a star iron blade.

Assuming one even could gather enough of the stuff in the first place, I wonder how much such a thing would cost.

Written By Jaenelle

Sept. 8, 2019, 10:56 p.m.(10/19/1011 AR)

The other day someone asked of the past year and how the group at large had spent theirs. Whether they thought it was done wisely or if they found things to simply fill the time.

There are many things I have yet to accomplish, sometimes things tend to get added without thought because it is needed or desired or someone brings it to my attention and other things get shuffled to the back or forgotten completely.

I wish to fix and expands the docks of Arx. They are an important part of the city and something everyone relies on from merchants to crafters to nobles. I will require aide with this, not only from the Crown but from the citizens of Arx who work the docks. I need to speak to them to make sure that they gain the needed things in this construction that they require to make their lives easier. It will take time, and dedication from builders and patience from merchants but it will be done.

Ellani produces far too much webbing. It is everywhere, covering the entire ceiling of my set of rooms. I do not mind it, it is quite beautiful, but the servants have found it to be one of those things that requires cleaning multiple times a day and they do not appreciate it as much as I do. I wish to find those agreeable in working with delicate materials to turn this webbing into something that can be worn. Nothing that might provide protection during battle, but something fashionable and beautiful to be worn by those in the city and beyond. I also need aide with this.

The Tour of the Hundred Cities is something that is on going. I believe it will be even during the tour, as it is something that will change and be altered as it progresses to ensure that we take advantage of every opportunity the Lyceum holds. I am still meeting with the heads of the Lyceum cities to see if they or their representative wishes to join us on our journey to see their cities as guides. Who would make a better guide than the family who rules over the areas?

Tea with the Queen is never negotiable and breakfast with Leona on Thursdays are never missed.

My year thus far has been filled with ups and downs, and a never ending list of demands from myself and those around me, but I find the challenge something I am quite capable of fulfilling. My list grows by the day, but I surround myself with people who will help without question.

Written By Malesh

Sept. 8, 2019, 10:56 p.m.(10/19/1011 AR)

Construction of the complex around the temple seems to progress slowly, though I suppose that's the way of it. When the digging happens, it seems to go in a rush, and then t seems to drag as foundations are laid. Walls go up and it's a hurry again, but now there's roofing and interior work to be done and it just seems as if they will never be finished with it all.

Written By Lucrezia

Sept. 8, 2019, 9:18 p.m.(10/19/1011 AR)

You would not believe the headache I have right now. It turns out that rum wine is a mythical beast best pursued by heroes and fools.

So if you heard rumor that I was in the Queensrest Inn last night, you heard right. It was a pretty wild night. Half the party needed to be carried(or escorted) home. My childhood dream of becoming a hero was achieved last night: I saved Lady Mabelle from the drudgery of work. Yes, there was less than heroic drunken debauchery afterwards, but I am what I am, I gave up the hero's way years ago. Everyone thought it was fun, so no harm done.

Remember your lessons on poisons. If you listened to them better than me, you'll know what to eat and not eat, in what company, and such.

I still wonder if that rum tea was poisoned a little. Someone there was called Cupcake and Ribbons. I really, really doubt my recall on those two.

Before that I met Thea who promised to tell me stories about her brothers, which I am looking forward to. And also Svoli.

I asked him his favorite color and he gave me a poem I will never forget.

Let's not forget that Martino made it night for me so we could continue our drunken debauchery through the morning.

Written By Jaenelle

Sept. 8, 2019, 9:05 p.m.(10/18/1011 AR)

I have taken to sitting in the Black Fox these days, much as I had in my early years at the Hundred Cities Inn. I no longer can bring myself to venture into the Hundred Cities, as each time I walk past, I just imagine Ettore sitting at a table without life in his eyes.

It was nice catching up with those who have recently returned to Arx, and those who never left but duty has taken their paths to places that caused their focus to fall on other matters. I also received the greatest compliment, one that was given without the requirement of something in return. Sometimes it is nice to simply be myself for an afternoon without paperwork.

Written By Esme

Sept. 8, 2019, 8:38 p.m.(10/18/1011 AR)

Being Arx I have found so many things to find delight in. I have also made a friend to share correspondence with. It is quite wonderful really. I also find that I'm starting to see how more of the world works. While I am not ignorant of it, I have spent a great many years in Tor. It's good to be around other people from other lands than my own. I'm enjoying seeing how we all connect and yet have our differences. If you are reading this, I would love to hear about your cultural differences if any. Please send word.

Whereas a knight in this captivating city, I am trying to suss out just how the trends turn with public opinion. I'm not saying any opinion is right or wrong, just I am learning to watch the debate. To see how sides form their ideas and sway the world to their thoughts. It is important though to remember that people are behind those thoughts and opinions. We must act in honor and love always.

To all that have met me or even wrote about me(!!!), I am everso pleased that you are in my life. This could be for a breath of time or the remainder of my time. I am honored that you have given me any time of your own. Thank you.

Written By Artur

Sept. 8, 2019, 8:26 p.m.(10/18/1011 AR)

I have had a rather interesting week. I look forward to hosting the turkey hunt in the Gray Forest as my first official duty as a member of the Lodge.

I am worried that as winter closes in that the window to begin the expedition to find the vamplate, before having to wait for the Spring is closing. I cannot lie, my excitement is high in knowing how close I could be to it - yet it makes me wait because I need to be fully prepared for this.

But it is still maddening.

Written By Caith

Sept. 8, 2019, 7:58 p.m.(10/18/1011 AR)

Relationship Note on Elisha

How terrible it must be, to be excommunicated. To fall from grace .. what a lonely and terrible existence that must be.

My prayers are that the young man finds his way back to the Faith so he may walk in the light once more.

Written By Thea

Sept. 8, 2019, 7:32 p.m.(10/18/1011 AR)

Learned a few tricks regarding melons doing some reading today...I'm not sure what to with that information just yet.

Written By Ras

Sept. 8, 2019, 7:09 p.m.(10/18/1011 AR)

<<from a folded piece of parchment, written in an elegant feminine hand>>

Rumors get started every day in the city. We all know not to believe them, don't we?

So why's it heresy to dream too loudly? If silks can throw a party over made-up stories - with
enough coin to feed every starving baby this winter, and save every dying mother - can't just a guy
from the Lowers write his own made-up stories and sing his own songs?

You're scared of a rumor with no truth in it. You're looking for evil in the wrong places. There are
plenty of threats out there. Be scared of them.

Written By Valencia

Sept. 8, 2019, 6:59 p.m.(10/18/1011 AR)

I have been considering many things of late. Most recently, I was wondering if there is great power in not giving a damn about what others think, or more importantly, what they think about you.

I can see both sides to this, but have yet to come to a satisfactory conclusion of my own as to which is the best way of being. To care or not.

Perhaps the answer may be more clear when considered by wise and more experienced minds than my own.

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