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Written By Kaia

April 14, 2019, 5:30 p.m.(12/4/1010 AR)

Relationship Note on Martino

Without a doubt, you are an amazing dancer; and, I am lucky to have you both as my instructor and dancing partner.
I am so glad we could attend the Grayson Ball together.

Written By Willow

April 14, 2019, 5:09 p.m.(12/4/1010 AR)

Relationship Note on Raven

The Blackheart of Pravus escorted me to the Great Grey Ball, and proved to be one of the most graceful dancers I have had the joy of dancing with. She truly is an alluring and mysterious companion that I am glad to've met. I would like to know her better in time.

Perhaps it is just my heritage (my Grandmother being a Pravus), but I am finding such delight in getting to know many of the Lycene people, especially Pravosi and Setarcan among them.

Written By Preston

April 14, 2019, 4:50 p.m.(12/4/1010 AR)

Relationship Note on Esoka

I know I often speak in my whites about the great work Mother Ailith and Dame Thena do, but I should not forget to speak of Dame Esoka. She is not Godsworn, but she is very much my right hand - as Sir Daemon was to Thena. Her dedication to the Gods and to the Faith are admirable, and she serves as an example to all for how prodigals can integrate into our world.

But most importantly, she is a friend and always trusted. Beloved not just by Gloria, but by her disciples as well.

Written By Valencia

April 14, 2019, 4:06 p.m.(12/4/1010 AR)

I was blessed to have the very lovely Baroness Lucita host a celebration dinner at my Hart this week. She is a wonder, and a most dear friend. I'm grateful to know her.

I am also so very grateful to know what can be done when bright minds and strong hearts fortified by diverse and incredible talents and expertise come together to make something magical happen.

The Baroness is absolutely correct when she said we were good team. A group from across all of Arx. A beautiful mix of fealties, skills and beliefs, and yet unified in task and devoted to a good and positive things. It still makes me smile to think of this. It is how it should be.

In truth, I am so very grateful to be a small part of it all. To be part of a such a collaboration that makes good things happen. I cannot wait for more such experiences.

As was so beautifully said, it is things like this that gives me great hope that together we will have a brilliant and bright future.

Thank you so much for that.

~~~~<~@

Written By Bhandn

April 14, 2019, 3:42 p.m.(12/4/1010 AR)

I heard that a Marquessa was seeking people in which to perform the Rite of Gloria. Given recent circumstances, and conversations, I felt compelled to respond. It's not something I typically did in the past - I preferred staying out on the road - but recent events and tales told to me have clearly changed how I look at matters. Either way, my lack of participation in the Tournament of Roses is grating on me more than I thought it would. There's an awkward feeling I get when thinking about it, which means that perhaps Mistress Arcuri had the right of it when we spoke the other day. It certainly was not my intention to give even a hint of offense or inattention to Gloria, which is all the more reason I should do exactly the opposite of each of those.

All there is now, is to wait. For an answer, to find an answer, or maybe sharpen the entire Order's blades again.

I /hate/ waiting for something to happen.

Written By Nurie

April 14, 2019, 3:16 p.m.(12/4/1010 AR)

Though it's so very easy for me to catch a chill, I think autumn is one of my favorite seasons. I miss the summer fruits, and the sweetest of wildflowers, but I cannot deny that something spicy and rich seems all the more delicious now. Especially by fireside, snuggled up in something warm. It has been pleasant carefully packing away some of my lady's summer garments to be stored, and to lay out and care for the new season of furs and weightier silks. The nice thing about being one of the few entrusted with such valuable is that I can hug the furs as much as I want without anyone seeing!

The colder, cozier weather has me thinking a lot about home. How to create one, for myself, and others. And thinking about how fortunate I am that in this turning of the year, I still have almost all of those so dear to me.

Written By Leif

April 14, 2019, 2:50 p.m.(12/4/1010 AR)

Yesterday I thought carrying rocks around for training is a bit too extreme and unnecessary.
Today I met a few interesting people in training center and sparred with them for a bit.
Today too is when I started thinking if I should start doing it myself.

Written By Shard

April 14, 2019, 2:36 p.m.(12/4/1010 AR)

I think it's my birthday. That's so strange; usually, I just realize it several days later in passing. It's a good morning. Chill and clear, with the smell of wood smoke.

Written By Bliss

April 14, 2019, 2:34 p.m.(12/4/1010 AR)

Relationship Note on Sophie

Godsworn, King's Own, Whisper.

Three groups who dedicate our lives to the service of others. It is impossible to not reflect on such things whenever I have the opportunity to watch someone take their vows, hear them echo in my very soul, and see them leave what was behind in the embrace of something new. Each of the three groups tends to draw from a different source, of course, but we share much in common. It always feels easy to relate to them.

Though there is some difference, of course - those who were once Whispers can leave without the same stigma, though they will not be allowed to come back to the House proper, but still, any of the secrets which we learn and ask to be kept secret are expected to be held in silence for the rest our lives. Some things never go away, and time in this House shapes everyone who leaves it.

The King's Own serve the Crown, of course. They are ready and willing to give up their lives in service to the King, to fight impossible battles to keep another alive, to make sure that their personal loyalties and past lives will never conflict with the interest of their charge.

The Godsworn, though. What a varied group. From those who feel it is the best way to live their lives because they cannot find other opportunity, to those who have every opportunity in the world and pass it to answer a call that is beyond them, there is such a diversity and strength in it within their ranks. All held together by the Faith, by fighting for what's good for us in each of their own ways. They recognize the call to something larger and embrace it fully, and give their lives to it.

Sister Sophie, I am proud of you. I know what you gave up, I know how long it took for you to be sure this was the right choice, and I know the thought and effort you put in to prepare yourself for this and make sure you would be able to do this in the best capacity you could. The world will be a better place because of the choice you made.

Written By Bliss

April 14, 2019, 2:23 p.m.(12/4/1010 AR)

At the end of each week, I find myself exhausted. But it is the good sort - the kind where I feel I have run both my mind and my body to their absolute limit, and now I need to take a moment to take a breath and relax, and be ready to move forward onto whatever is coming next. Whisper House is having people come home, and new apprentices are coming through our doors, all of which excite me with their possibilities. The world is in flux, but it is times like these when the best and brightest begin to shine and show what they can do.

The future looms, but it looms with as much opportunity as anything else. It is time to seize it.

Written By Reigna

April 14, 2019, 2:17 p.m.(12/4/1010 AR)

Time passes and all things change. This is as it should be. Things in constant motion, subtle growth or explosive transformation. Even things thought to be immobile, immutable are subject to change. This is as it should be. But there is no stopping the pain that often comes with such things.

Written By Sabella

April 14, 2019, 2:12 p.m.(12/4/1010 AR)

Relationship Note on Ahriman

Disgruntled Dad

Written By Bianca

April 14, 2019, 2:06 p.m.(12/4/1010 AR)

Relationship Note on Delilah

Stalwart Friend

Written By Bianca

April 14, 2019, 2:06 p.m.(12/4/1010 AR)

Relationship Note on Roran

Enlightened Archlector

Written By Cambria

April 14, 2019, 1:53 p.m.(12/4/1010 AR)

What is written without pain is rarely read with pleasure; likewise, an apology that is offered without personal discomfort or contrition is rarely counted as sincere.

Written By Mailys

April 14, 2019, 1:12 p.m.(12/4/1010 AR)

It feels good to be working with my hands again. The pieces aren't terribly refined, but I like the rustic and wild look of driftwood and live edges .

Written By Martino

April 14, 2019, 12:31 p.m.(12/4/1010 AR)

My first Grayson Ball since returning to the city a few months ago and, well, it truly is the spectacular affair that Lady Kaia, and Olivia, did speak to me before about. What was most pleasing though was to see such a number of people upon the dance floor. Rukhnis in particular did impress with the steps of the waltz, she not only paid attention at my recent dance class - but has been practicing it seems.

Written By Ouida

April 14, 2019, 12:27 p.m.(12/4/1010 AR)

Oh the things we do, with the mind that we will forge a brighter world and higher prospects for our children and our children's children.

How little we remember that those we view as standing in the way of that, or an obstacle to overcome, or someone who must be eliminated are probably viewing us in in the same way, for the same reasons.

If those we face across from us are free from corruption (at least as much as any of us are) and are not tainted with the forbidden (and certainly we must be very careful that our assessment on that matter is correct), I do wonder how things would be different if we just kept in mind that the desires of the one we are in conflict with may well be ones that we share. Would that be enough, in that step back, to extend a little more patience, to work a little harder, to think a little more clearly?

Do not worry, I am not holding my breath. Instead I pray that we will have the strength to do just that, to hold, acknowledge, and then set aside our fears and desires for gratification and worries about who is getting the greater measure in order to join together when we need to do so. Thus far, we have always been able to do so. We are, after all this time, still standing.

There are many times that I look at my hands and see the blood upon them, that I remember those past that I have lost or faced and won that day in a hollow victory, the times when I returned from seeing horrors and wondering why it was not me that was accepted into the arms of the Queen of Endings. But then I remember. Despite our terrible natures towards each other, when we have needed each other, truly, it seems we have always been able to find the strength together to rise and face what needs to be faced, no matter how our alliances might shift over tens, hundreds, thousands of years. And I find hope--and pray that if the time comes in my lifetime that I will have that strength that so many have had before me.

Written By Gunther

April 14, 2019, 11:57 a.m.(12/4/1010 AR)

(Turned in with some other journals dated some time ago)

My Sally,

I was at the market and I saw this plump apple. So I gets it and I am walkin' with it and I see this fella wantin' for vittles. I am about to bite it then I think to myself. Was a time I was that way. And I remember you always, even when we was hungry our own selves -- you gave to strangers all the same and we would just tighten them belts some and make due.

I ain't never wanted for nothin' when I was full of your love.

So I didn't get mah apple. I did take in a smile though when that near toothless fella got to it. I even cut it up for him some since his hands was all shakin.

Thing is, I'm still hungry -- but I'm still full of that love for you. And so I'm full as a rabbit in a turnip patch.

With love,
Gunther

Written By Gunther

April 14, 2019, 11:57 a.m.(12/4/1010 AR)

(Turned in with some other journals dated some time ago)

Mah Sally girl,

I've been tempted to take to the drink. Just so I can get some shut-eye and not wake up. But I made ya a promise and all. There be nights I pray for your comfort and it helps some. Thinkin' on you. Then some nights it don't work none. None at all.

I think I'm gonna go pray real hard an' all. Maybe talk to one them Gods seems they may help'n me sleep. Just figure though that's sorta rude an' all. They got better things to be doin' like savin' people lives and what not. Reckon I'm just gettin' old and all them times gettin' ham-fisted in the noggin is takin' its due.

I miss you girl. I'm always yours. In sleepless nights and restful moments. You is my all.

Love,
Gunther

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