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Written By Noah

Aug. 3, 2021, 11:19 p.m.(12/15/1015 AR)

Relationship Note on Raven

Hm.
If I had feelings, I would be put out for being left out.
What about all I did for you?
Like staying away. Not messaging. Not caring?

Again, all I can say is, you're welcome.

Written By Noah

Aug. 3, 2021, 11:17 p.m.(12/15/1015 AR)

Relationship Note on Michael

Your face hurt my fist.

Also the bet I lost to you for 20k hurt a bit too.

You should really apologize for all of this.

Written By Noah

Aug. 3, 2021, 11:08 p.m.(12/15/1015 AR)

Relationship Note on Jaenelle

I've decided that since it's autumn and we've been doing this courting thing for about a year now

I tolerate you this season too.

Written By Noah

Aug. 3, 2021, 11:06 p.m.(12/15/1015 AR)

Relationship Note on Quenia

You enjoyed your 'date' for the dinner?

All I can say is, you're welcome.

Written By Noah

Aug. 3, 2021, 11:06 p.m.(12/15/1015 AR)

Relationship Note on Ida

More daggers needed.

Griffins are good.
Black are good.
Pointy are good.
I suppose something Velenosa is tolerable.

Still more daggers. I went to your shop. I looked at your things.

Did I mention more daggers?

Written By Cambria

Aug. 3, 2021, 11 p.m.(12/15/1015 AR)

I have been forced to reflect upon the sheer number of suspicious disappearances, deaths and outright murders of many of my family and friends, and confess to a sudden alarm. If I knew no better, I would wonder if we were under some sort of curse.

I also begin to understand why it is we Mazetti abstained from Arx for so many, many years, and why my uncle was so adamantly opposed to my decision to come here in the first place.

Maybe it isn't us. Maybe it's Arx.

I write as one grieved.

Written By Mattheu

Aug. 3, 2021, 10:52 p.m.(12/15/1015 AR)

Relationship Note on Kia

Cookie thievery works best when the other's back is turned, not when they are chewing on said cookie.

Written By Mattheu

Aug. 3, 2021, 10:50 p.m.(12/15/1015 AR)

It never ceases to amuse me with how many eyes I can get from one simple dance. One would think that the citizens of this city haven't seen a proper dance before.

Written By Sydney

Aug. 3, 2021, 8:38 p.m.(12/15/1015 AR)

I find your hubris, your wasteful excess, and your empty displays galling.

What separates you and I, save your high walls, your brittle pride, and the blood you chanced into wielding from birth?

Imagine what might be accomplished in a world without you.

Written By Rook

Aug. 3, 2021, 7:50 p.m.(12/15/1015 AR)

Nobles, especially those new to the Compact, should see the Whisper House when it comes to finding patrons or protegees. Their networks are vast and diverse.

Written By Rook

Aug. 3, 2021, 7:46 p.m.(12/15/1015 AR)

If I die, it was nice knowing you all. Wish me luck.

Written By Rook

Aug. 3, 2021, 7:41 p.m.(12/15/1015 AR)

Things I need a damn lawyer and a damn accountant.

Written By Anisha

Aug. 3, 2021, 5:24 p.m.(12/15/1015 AR)


Well. It took a goodly while, and a fair amount of money and favours, but Whisper House has been rebuilt. The efforts put in by the labourers and architects, the aid from carpenters and glass-blowers. The offers and gestures made by peerage and commoners alike - I am grateful.

The room is not a replica of what was, though we strove to maintain tradition. We also carry reminders, in several ways. And I hope that people will return once more to the House Whisper, and partake of our hospitality.

We have missed you.

Written By Cesare

Aug. 3, 2021, 4:01 p.m.(12/15/1015 AR)

What a week it has been for reminders of one's place in the world.

Written By Iseulet

Aug. 3, 2021, 1:48 p.m.(12/15/1015 AR)

Time heals all wounds - but it leaves a nasty scar in its wake, doesn't it?

I'll never forget my promise of forever, but it's time to take the next step.

Written By Rook

Aug. 2, 2021, 10:02 p.m.(12/13/1015 AR)

The foundations of a good economy are good roads. No path should be unlit and they should be traverse able by all from children to elders.

Written By Savio

Aug. 2, 2021, 6:41 p.m.(12/13/1015 AR)

The Frog King, a Story for Children

There once was a frog, king of his pond
Who turned out to be exceeding fond
Of croaking out at little fish
Who didn't do just as he wished

You'd think such minutiae beneath him
And though others found his logic thin
The frog could not resist the urge
To berate the fish as quite a scourge

'Scales and fins, loathsome, grotesque!
Only frog-lords know what's best!
Stay in your place, you worthless fish
Be glad you're allowed to exist!'

Such vitriol slowly accreting
And one by one the fish stopped heeding
Until at last upon his throne
The frog king sat unheard, alone

All the fish continued business
And left him without further witness
The fate of the frog who blustered and scared --
Turns out nobody really cared.


Ribbit, ribbit.

Written By Ida

Aug. 2, 2021, 3:11 p.m.(12/13/1015 AR)

The shop is well stocked. Well, if you consider fancy hairpins and basic armor as well stocked I guess. It makes me feel accomplished and took my mind off other stuff for a bit. I try to never underestimate the power of busy, creative work.

Written By Gwenna

Aug. 2, 2021, 6:21 a.m.(12/12/1015 AR)

My mother has a plethora of sayings, I suppose you could say. Words of advice that are almost a lesson. One of my favorites, which I have come to learn the hard way more often than I like to admit, is: Someone's actions should - and generally will - speak far more about them than their words ever will.

Written By Mia

Aug. 1, 2021, 11:49 p.m.(12/11/1015 AR)

Whenever I feel the need to be pedantic and condescending, I also feel obligated to put forth the effort to ensure that my arguments are well-researched and factually correct. When one's determined to be insufferable, it's honestly just the polite thing to do.

You may be smug or you may be wrong, but I strongly advise against attempting both simultaneously.

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