Written By Riagnon
June 12, 2019, 5:04 p.m.(4/10/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Ahmar
First cousin, once removed. Soon to be even further removed by the looks of it.
Written By Tikva
June 12, 2019, 3:11 p.m.(4/10/1011 AR)
I really have let some of my social duties slide in focusing on other things in the past few months, but my thirtieth birthday has been and gone, and it is high time I took up the slack. With that in mind, I hope to see as many of you as enjoy a spot of jam at Prince Asharion's Jamboree. Of course, Asharion is three years old, so while he is nominal guest of honor I expect he will not be there very long, and we shall simply have to dance and laugh and enjoy each other in his honor.
I do love the feel of spring sunshine on my face. It's a brand new day.
I do love the feel of spring sunshine on my face. It's a brand new day.
Written By Tescelina
June 12, 2019, 2:59 p.m.(4/10/1011 AR)
I have lost a dear friend of mine. Haeron Knox, I shall miss our correspondence.
Your visits to Arx, during my first year in the city, are cherished memories. You were the only one from home to write to me, you were the only one to come and see me when I returned that first time after --
There is a cemetery on the outskirts of Blancbier where we buried what remained of you -- it was not much.
A pair of spectacles with a cracked lens. Your favorite quill. The homespun pouch in which you carried your academic supplies, with the embroidery of your favorite flowers along the trim. You were very proud to have made it, I thought it very pretty as well.
I explained to your family what had happened, that the deep dark of the wilds is no place for a lone academic.
I write this here in asking for your forgiveness. I was not quick enough to save you and though you are avenged, what a bitter sweetness it leaves. What a peculiar sting. How I ache and how I wept.
Before I departed, I remembered your last words in that missive. 'I forget whose turn it is to buy the pies.'
It was mine and so I left you one; peach cobbler, our mutual favorite. May its scent find you in Elysia.
May this small thing be a measure of comfort. I shall do better next time. I'm sorry.
Your visits to Arx, during my first year in the city, are cherished memories. You were the only one from home to write to me, you were the only one to come and see me when I returned that first time after --
There is a cemetery on the outskirts of Blancbier where we buried what remained of you -- it was not much.
A pair of spectacles with a cracked lens. Your favorite quill. The homespun pouch in which you carried your academic supplies, with the embroidery of your favorite flowers along the trim. You were very proud to have made it, I thought it very pretty as well.
I explained to your family what had happened, that the deep dark of the wilds is no place for a lone academic.
I write this here in asking for your forgiveness. I was not quick enough to save you and though you are avenged, what a bitter sweetness it leaves. What a peculiar sting. How I ache and how I wept.
Before I departed, I remembered your last words in that missive. 'I forget whose turn it is to buy the pies.'
It was mine and so I left you one; peach cobbler, our mutual favorite. May its scent find you in Elysia.
May this small thing be a measure of comfort. I shall do better next time. I'm sorry.
Written By Kaldur
June 12, 2019, 2:51 p.m.(4/10/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Peri
Let it be known, do not under estimate my dear sister. In my annoying younger brotherly duty - a domain I take quite seriously - I winged an inflated ball at her while she was diving on the terrace at Whitereef. Quite without missing a beat as she flipped through the air, she batted the ball right back into my face.
So if you see a great red welt on my face, well. As my Gumary said at the time, 'You earned it, lad.'
So if you see a great red welt on my face, well. As my Gumary said at the time, 'You earned it, lad.'
Written By Amantha
June 12, 2019, 1:09 p.m.(4/10/1011 AR)
Recently I got new armour as was issued to every guard a while back. Still getting used to it and although it fits, I might see an armourer and leatherworker to fit it properly so it is a bit more comfortable, but that is to be expected of issued armour.
Written By Celeste
June 12, 2019, 12:52 p.m.(4/10/1011 AR)
The thought of family has been on my mind much this past week. It made me think of Nicia, Cristoph, and their children. I haven't had nearly the chance to spoil my niece and nephew as I would like, so now i have remedied that.
One mating pair of each bird species native to Setarco will be delivered to Laurent later this week.
I confess, I hadn't realize there were quite so many species when I made the request. But, what's an aunt to do if not spoil her flesh and blood from afar?
One mating pair of each bird species native to Setarco will be delivered to Laurent later this week.
I confess, I hadn't realize there were quite so many species when I made the request. But, what's an aunt to do if not spoil her flesh and blood from afar?
Written By Thena
June 12, 2019, 12:27 p.m.(4/10/1011 AR)
I remember a time when I thought a magical coin could protect me.
(if you are wondering if this is a metaphor it definitely is)
Those were the days.
(if you are wondering if this is a metaphor it definitely is)
Those were the days.
Written By Monique
June 12, 2019, 12:15 p.m.(4/10/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Ronja
Something even more dangerous next time, right, Sea Dancer?
Written By Amari
June 12, 2019, 12:01 p.m.(4/10/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Reigna
Jayus bless you.
The best part of the poem was the bit about Kael's muscular legs. I hope everyone compliments them whenever they see him walking around Arx, propelling himself forcefully along with powerful, confident strides.
The best part of the poem was the bit about Kael's muscular legs. I hope everyone compliments them whenever they see him walking around Arx, propelling himself forcefully along with powerful, confident strides.
Written By Rysen
June 12, 2019, 11:48 a.m.(4/10/1011 AR)
I visited the Seliki Gardens to celebrate the wedding of Count Orrin and Countess Scythia. Amid all the good conversation and company, I had a wonderful time, and truly enjoyed the opportunity to dance with Countess Mikani and Rukhnis. I also had the privilege of witnessing the graceful steps of my first dance partner in Arx, Princess Reese Grayson, as she danced with two of her friends. The best moves of the night were undoubtedly those of Lord Kaldur and Princess Marisol, whose dance could be described as the most harmonious and fortunate combination of alcohol, merriment, and music.
Written By Celeste
June 12, 2019, 11:46 a.m.(4/9/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Elisha
An ageless woman weaves a massive tapestry, the warp and weft of too complicated for any to understand, the size so grand no one can see more than a few sections at a time. Each thread, delicate in its placement, woven from a new color, each a shade no word exists to describe. The dark strands are stark, their backdrop making the bright shades blossom like new suns.
Gentle shears cut a thread, ending its run through the grand image.
Years later the Weaver picks up her needle and begins a new line on the tapestry, this never-ending work. The color is similar to one used before, but the image drawn with it is new.
Somewhere else a man sweeps dust into his hand and a cosmos is found glittering in it. He dreams... He glimpses fragments of a whole...
He wakes with hardly the knowledge of how to describe what he saw.
Gentle shears cut a thread, ending its run through the grand image.
Years later the Weaver picks up her needle and begins a new line on the tapestry, this never-ending work. The color is similar to one used before, but the image drawn with it is new.
Somewhere else a man sweeps dust into his hand and a cosmos is found glittering in it. He dreams... He glimpses fragments of a whole...
He wakes with hardly the knowledge of how to describe what he saw.
Written By Ahmar
June 12, 2019, 10:40 a.m.(4/9/1011 AR)
So happy that the Inquest gets to just rob people.
Nothing shady about stealing my things, admitting other people you know have items made of the same material, and letting them keep it. Sure seems like you just don't think I am cool enough to be in your club.
Then you insult me and offer me something that is one tenth the value you of what you are robbing me of.
Nothing shady about stealing my things, admitting other people you know have items made of the same material, and letting them keep it. Sure seems like you just don't think I am cool enough to be in your club.
Then you insult me and offer me something that is one tenth the value you of what you are robbing me of.
Written By Edward
June 12, 2019, 9:17 a.m.(4/9/1011 AR)
I feel so good after selling some of my writs that I now want to give the tavern keeper the same wonderful feeling. Rum ahoy!
Written By Preston
June 12, 2019, 7:10 a.m.(4/9/1011 AR)
With a few scratches of the quill on the parchment hundreds of lives are sent marching one way or another. To life or to death, it is a decision that now relies on others - my choice was to place them in the position that exposed them to those decisions.
A few scratches more and hundreds more will go another direction. A few more and several thousand march in another. It feels much of my time is now spend preparing Templars for march - our numbers have recovered from Stormwall, but the demands upon us are as great as ever. And finding the space to breath, to begin our great projects around rebuilding the fortresses of the Faith, as Grayson and Thrax have both pledged to advance as the first cases, becomes hard. But we must try.
Perhaps I need to delegate more, perhaps I must accept I can no longer do anything myself. I am no longer the young child with a sword, doing the simple bidding of the legates and the Dominus, leading a company of knights. I am Grandmaster of the Templars. And we cannot ever be diverted from our cause, to serve the Gods and to defend the Faith.
A few scratches more and hundreds more will go another direction. A few more and several thousand march in another. It feels much of my time is now spend preparing Templars for march - our numbers have recovered from Stormwall, but the demands upon us are as great as ever. And finding the space to breath, to begin our great projects around rebuilding the fortresses of the Faith, as Grayson and Thrax have both pledged to advance as the first cases, becomes hard. But we must try.
Perhaps I need to delegate more, perhaps I must accept I can no longer do anything myself. I am no longer the young child with a sword, doing the simple bidding of the legates and the Dominus, leading a company of knights. I am Grandmaster of the Templars. And we cannot ever be diverted from our cause, to serve the Gods and to defend the Faith.
Written By Martino
June 12, 2019, 6:28 a.m.(4/9/1011 AR)
I am going to join the chorus and celebrate the arrival of spring.
The second best season.
The second best season.
Written By Saoirse
June 12, 2019, 3:17 a.m.(4/9/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Arman
You really should see the medics about those aches.
Written By Saoirse
June 12, 2019, 3:16 a.m.(4/9/1011 AR)
On a slip of paper on the floor of the Archives:
Is there anything as thrilling as staying up all night long to read? Or as exciting as getting forgotten about in some dusty archive?
No, no there is not.
I could probably use a rescue from this locked stack sometime though. Or -- never mind. I'll just hang here until the archivist finds me. Nobody tell Berenice how fun this is, getting trapped back here!
--Princess Saoirse Velenosa. (PS, thanks, whoever opens this door.)
Is there anything as thrilling as staying up all night long to read? Or as exciting as getting forgotten about in some dusty archive?
No, no there is not.
I could probably use a rescue from this locked stack sometime though. Or -- never mind. I'll just hang here until the archivist finds me. Nobody tell Berenice how fun this is, getting trapped back here!
--Princess Saoirse Velenosa. (PS, thanks, whoever opens this door.)
Written By Elloise
June 12, 2019, 3:04 a.m.(4/9/1011 AR)
...Oops. Uh. NOBODY GO IN THE LEARY LAB FOR LIKE, A WEEK OR WHATEVER OKAY? Okay.
Written By Arman
June 11, 2019, 7:08 p.m.(4/8/1011 AR)
Spring has finally arrived. The aches of the winter months will not be missed.
Written By Vincenzo
June 11, 2019, 5:36 p.m.(4/8/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Thorn
If Luck is fickle, and love is blind,
then bad ideas to two people can bind.
A game of chance with cards and dice.
A night of fun, the poem was nice.
Friendship is more than fun times, you see.
It's a promise made between you and me.
To help and support, to laugh and to cry.
To be remembered fondly after we die.
And so this message I pen to you,
And say I'll be there whatever you do.
In good times and bad, in storm or sunshine.
To toast to your health when we drink our wine.
then bad ideas to two people can bind.
A game of chance with cards and dice.
A night of fun, the poem was nice.
Friendship is more than fun times, you see.
It's a promise made between you and me.
To help and support, to laugh and to cry.
To be remembered fondly after we die.
And so this message I pen to you,
And say I'll be there whatever you do.
In good times and bad, in storm or sunshine.
To toast to your health when we drink our wine.
Please note that the scholars may take some time preparing your journal for others to read.