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Written By Bliss

May 7, 2019, 6:14 a.m.(1/21/1011 AR)

I can only imagine what my White Journal would look like if I had so little confidence in my fighting ability that I spelled out a detailed will before every duel which I took part in.

Written By Raimon

May 7, 2019, 4:25 a.m.(1/21/1011 AR)

Relationship Note on Vega

Truly, you are a woman without equal

Written By Josephine

May 7, 2019, 3:10 a.m.(1/21/1011 AR)

Three days.

I haven't left the forge save to the market to find the things that I needed and do my fiduciary duty to Saik as I promised. It's like a fever that has gripped me. The snow around that forged it, hateful as that abyss damned stuff is. Demetria's chiding at me about the cost. But when have I worried about the cost when it comes to these specific things.

If i'm relegated to forever walk with a cane, then by the Gods, I'll make one how I damned well please and the Prince of Stories has gripped me swiftly and harshly and bent me to his will.

Beware errant ankles is what I say.

Written By Ronja

May 7, 2019, 12:59 a.m.(1/21/1011 AR)

Relationship Note on Elsbetta

I've only been back in Arx for a day... and I'm already well and truly sick of the snow. I'd give everything I have for the city to up and move itself to somewhere with sunny beaches year-round... unfortunately, I don't have much, so I'm not sure that barter would work out. I went searching for Dad (even a year on, it feels weird to call him that) and ended up meeting Lady Elsbetta, who I suppose would be my cousin? I need a chart to keep track of that sort of thing... Next thing I knew, she had more or less decided for me that I should be staying with family, rather than in my little room at the Sleepless Knights. It seems like it could blow up in my face if I protest this too strongly, but at the same time, staying in some fancy family house... it's bad enough to not have a bed that rocks me to sleep with the waves...! I hope this works out well, if only to avoid it coming back around to affect Dad...

Written By Ronja

May 7, 2019, 12:55 a.m.(1/21/1011 AR)

Relationship Note on Braden

I was trudging through the snow to the Bank when I toppled face-first into a snowdrift. Just my luck, a Lord was there to see it. He offered his help, even though he was already assisting some lost children in finding their way home... but even more importantly, he looked the other way when I made an ass of myself in front of him. I truly hope he and the children enjoyed the candy.

Written By Mikani

May 7, 2019, 12:28 a.m.(1/21/1011 AR)

Favorite color is Blue -

1 14,1 23 1,7,8,2,16,3,11,6. 17,11,19,6,7,19,15,7 5,22,25,23,12,1 15,13,14,12,23. 22 15,9 18,1,5,19,26 13,24 10,15,5,18,1,1,21 2,13,10 8,22,1 14,10,2,17,8,25,5,14,8,5,13,6 6,3 5 24,5 10,6,5,18,1,1,21 16,6,1,6 23,10 1,7,7,19 6,19,11,7 7,11 7 21,14,2 15,6,19,5,19 9,23 25,2,3,26 12,23,10,7.

Weather in Arx is Snowy.

Written By Rysen

May 6, 2019, 11:43 p.m.(1/21/1011 AR)

For the first night in a long time I slept soundly. It may have had something to do with Stonedeep whiskey I had been drinking, but more likely it had to do with a feeling of safety. Marquessa Lianne Malespero agreed to meet with me in her library. The library is a wonder, but not in comparison to the mind of the Marquessa.

Once while on the docks, resupplying at Pearlspire on my way to Coastside, I watched a sailor work through the most complex and tangled knot I had ever seen. The sailor's fingers were dexterous, and his eyes focused. He worked each fiber of the rope, loosening it little by little. Of course, I quickly lost interest and left to get some ale and read a book. When I returned two hours later, the sailor was removing the last twists from that ancient, briny cord. I should guess that trusty rope is still in use to this day. In my imagination, the mind of Marquessa Lianne works in a similar fashion, probing deep mysteries, and to know such a genius is at work on the tangles of what there is to know, I found myself enjoying a good deal of much needed rest, and awaking with a powerful desire to speak to her again as soon as possible.

Written By Vanora

May 6, 2019, 11:32 p.m.(1/21/1011 AR)

Relationship Note on Octavia

The meeting the Duke and I held with Marquessa Kennex was in her capacity as a legal expert, not a vassal. Yet I found her a pleasure to talk to and to work with, and I think that Grimhall will benefit greatly from her good advice, which can only make things better for everyone.

Written By Arcadia

May 6, 2019, 11:04 p.m.(1/20/1011 AR)

Relationship Note on Talwyn

Good Prince.

Telling people how I've trained puff is not going to do you favors.

It may mean you have a roomful of swooning ladies waiting for you to sing next time you visit the ambassadors.

Written By Thena

May 6, 2019, 7:33 p.m.(1/20/1011 AR)

I remember this time last year, half-dead and barely able to lift my head from a pillow, watching the snow fall outside and trying to process the tremendous losses sustained by the Silver Order's participation in the fight to save the Lodge.

Written By Nurie

May 6, 2019, 5:27 p.m.(1/20/1011 AR)

Never forget what you are, for even those that you trusted or regarded with affection never shall, when the opportunity to presume the worst of you arises. This was told to me thousands of times and ways since I can remember, even at my mother's knee. And yet, when the truth of those words comes home to roost, at least for me, it does not stop the sting of tears from rising, no matter how I try to remember that it only hurts because I forgot my place.

Written By Lore

May 6, 2019, 3:56 p.m.(1/20/1011 AR)

Relationship Note on Rymarr

My deepest thanks for the very generous gratuity added to your recent purchase. I actually had to stop your assistant and check three times that you meant to send that amount. I will certainly look forward to any future business we conduct!

To all other merchants, and buyers, 85% gratuity on the bill is NEVER expected, but ALWAYS welcomed!

Written By Margot

May 6, 2019, 3:24 p.m.(1/20/1011 AR)

Relationship Note on Mirk

Wise and honorable.
And the exact opposite of everyone I spent most of my life with until I came to this city.

Written By Orathy

May 6, 2019, 3:01 p.m.(1/20/1011 AR)

Bout time I get to be fightin. Jeffeth do be usin his connections to be learnin as he do, 'n aye, I ain't denyin I be lookin forward to testin 'em again now that he be formally trained 'n the like.

Best thin' bout this is that I be choosin to be fightin 'n I ain't ever gunna let someone else be fightin me battles fer me.
It ain't how it is on the street.

How we be born ain't a thing we get to be choosin, either, but aye, we can be choosin how we go out 'n I ain't ever thinkin I be dyin in some fancy panted champion duel thing aye, but stranger things do be happenin. People die in weird places all the time, aye.

It be gettin me thinking a wee bit. I ain't had the chance to choose not to eat rats 'n lizards 'n dogs 'n cats 'n the shit that walks on four legs in the Lowers...Aye, this why I ain't like yer fancy animals who be livin better than most the kids in the Lowers... Aye... I had to be doin what I be doin, because where I be born 'n them folk that brought me into the world died when I be a lad 'n ain't left nothin fer me. I fought fer all I did be havin 'n every scrap of food, every day, till the Cullers found me, then we fought together fer more 'n fer protectin 'em who can't protect 'emselves. Aye, life ain't always been easy but I be workin fer all I had. It ain't easy to stomach dem entitled wenches who ain't ever starved a day in there lives, lookin at me 'n thinking I be some lowly swag 'n a scumbag. Ya ain't ever lived as I did. I do be givin to me fellow commoners 'n I be fightin fer em, I be fightin fer every commoner who ever be labelled a damn criminal just because we be dirty 'n missin teeth.

Ain't most of them rich folk who live beyond the Lowers able to understand what it take to live on nothin 'n live only because ya gotta live, n' live because ya ain't want anythin or anyone else to feast on ya. Ain't most of 'em know what hunger does, what despair does, what bein' forgotten does... to a person. Aye. Iffin I be a monster, it ain't because of me, it be from the ways dem rich 'n titled folk keep the rest of us down.

Ahh shit. One day kids, yer gunna understand what Uncle Orathy be talkin bout. One day.

Written By Orathy

May 6, 2019, 2:25 p.m.(1/20/1011 AR)

Reckon Turtle be sayin to me that I outta list my shit 'ere in case that White Knight holier than thou Solace bloke decides to kill me on the field, reckon iffin that were to happen, it would be marked as an accident ... no doubt.

MY GODS BE DAMNED WILL IFFIN I BE DYIN:

My weapons presently held ransom by the Inquisition.. .Reckon they all outta be returned to the Culler family. There be a diamondplate axe, a few Culler knives 'n which were passed down to me, 'n some blades that Calandra gifted me. All be held ransom by the inquisitors 'n they outta be returned iffin I die. shit.

Clothes/Shit on my body:
* a steel gray double breasted vest with thick horizontal bands beneath the asymmetrical lapel, designed by Aurora, outta go to River Culler.
* skull engraved inky black boots, outta go to Torian Culler
* Steely Charcoal Silk Pants, designed by Juliana Pravus, outta go back to her, guess she's Lady Igniseri now.
* a gold-striated red copper ring, outta go to River Culler
* a midnight black skull hood, designed by Petal, outta go to Acacia Culler
* a double belt of grey leather with forest green interlocking circles and the items in it, designed by Alarie, outta go to River Culler
* all exotic leather armor outta go to Raja Culler or be held by the Culler family for who be needin it.
* fancy gloves to be made, outta go to uh.. Duarte. He outta appreciate 'em.

I be wearin a a whimsical blue wildflower fer the fight. It be borrowed 'n outta go back to Petal.

Aye fer my weapons
* Steel Bramble, my knife, outta be left with me, however ya do with my body, bury or burn, I ain't carin but this outta be with me. Aye.
* Wrath, Rubicund blade by Ida. It outta be given to the next enforcer or sword of Culler, dem who wanna defend our family gotta fight with a good weapon 'n this one be it. I give it to the Culler family to be makin that decision aye.
* a brutal battle axe with a wicked crescent blade, given to me by Jaenelle, outta be given back to her.
* Starfury, Lacewing, 'n the Grimhall broadsword ... shit, auction it off. River can be decidin what to do fer it.

All the booze I got... have a fuckin party 'n drink it all up. Torian, River, Acacia.. I be expectin a grand old party 'n everyone to be gettin drunk.

Everythin else that I ain't list, River can piece out to anyone who be inquirin for somethin or needin shit. I got too many clothes 'n random shit I picked up over the years 'n I ain't got time to list it all. It ain't matter but me gear 'n me weapons.

Ain't anyone ever read my black journals either.

*signed*

Orathy 'Rath' Culler

Written By Riagnon

May 6, 2019, 12:59 p.m.(1/20/1011 AR)

Relationship Note on Jasher

If I could choose what we dreamt, it would be this.

Written By Violet

May 6, 2019, 10:58 a.m.(1/19/1011 AR)

Winter in Arx just is NOT the same as Winter in the North. It doesn't get into your bones the same way or sit on your shoulders. There are even days when you can see blue sky! Still, for all that I miss the north, Arx is home now too. As much home as Sandreef Point or Whitehold. Thorley gave me a funny look when I said I missed real cold. I don't blame him. I would have too!

Written By Rook

May 6, 2019, 8:57 a.m.(1/19/1011 AR)

Hours working through matters for The Crown to ensure our finances are in good order is benefiting us all. A financially steady and prepared Crown, is a realm that can see off all challenges. Coin speaks when others do not.

Written By Rook

May 6, 2019, 8:55 a.m.(1/19/1011 AR)

Relationship Note on Rymarr

Marquis. You may need to part with more silver or set realistic expectations on trying to secure that much diamondplate at a discount of over forty percent.

I am sure the tenacity though is appreciated by someone.

Written By Victus

May 6, 2019, 12:37 a.m.(1/19/1011 AR)

I return from Maelstrom and the city of Arx is still here. That's always good.

I do not see much reprieve from business in the capital in the near future. That's not so good. Small victories, however. Small victories.

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