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Written By Isabeau

June 19, 2021, 11:15 p.m.(9/9/1015 AR)

Relationship Note on Beaumont

What a thoroughly unexpected and gratifying delight to see my brother again. No one should tell him how much I missed him and how happy I've been to see him again. No, no. Just tell him he's less charming and less attractive than me.

Written By Giada

June 19, 2021, 9:53 p.m.(9/9/1015 AR)

I find myself eternally confounded by the concept of a 'vacation'.

Written By Piccola

June 19, 2021, 9:19 p.m.(9/9/1015 AR)

A wise general must always be truthful, for the truth is the best propaganda and lies are the worst.

To command we must be believable; to be believable we must be credible; to be credible we must be truthful; and it is as simple as that.

The art of war therefore lies in deceiving while being truthful.

Written By Rosalind

June 19, 2021, 2:58 p.m.(9/9/1015 AR)

Relationship Note on Cadern

Are you there, Cadern? It's me. Your sister! I think it's time for a catch up soon!

Written By Rosalind

June 19, 2021, 2:55 p.m.(9/9/1015 AR)

Relationship Note on Aella

Have I mentioned yet that I'm glad you're here? Except no! NOPE! It's my turn for ANYTHING! You do your Countessy things and I'll just keep being the great ole voice!

You're welcome!

Written By Rosalind

June 19, 2021, 2:50 p.m.(9/9/1015 AR)

Long conversations and answered questions without judgement. Those are my favorite! Not my favorite days, because I think everyone knows where I PREFER to be! But it's close second I think!

Written By Giada

June 19, 2021, 1:31 p.m.(9/9/1015 AR)

I had the pleasure of facilitating the Oaths of Brother Oswyn at Lord Vellichor's shrine last night. It was a small ceremony that reminded me of my own ordination. Father Vayne, Archlector at the time, administered my vows in quiet at the Shrine of the Thirteenth, no others save for the Silent Reflections. As I listened to Brother Oswyn, I was encouraged to hear the offering of his life's work to the gods as a personal and intimate submission. It wasn't a subjugation, but rather the promise of faithful service. I was just honoured to be asked.

Written By Haakon

June 19, 2021, 11:20 a.m.(9/8/1015 AR)

I gather ships and spears for another reaving into Abandoned waters. Let those with the taste for such send me word.

Written By Cristoph

June 19, 2021, 8:12 a.m.(9/8/1015 AR)

Relationship Note on Ryhalt

It's happened to me a time or two. I'll never judge you.

Written By Gael

June 19, 2021, 5:16 a.m.(9/8/1015 AR)

I know I vowed not to mess with the colony of spiders living on Raja's roof, but after enough nights of suffering and incessant noise, and a particularly rough day dealing with matters of the heart, I decided I needed a task; something mannish, violent and easily exacerbated that'd take my mind off of things. When all you know to do is swing a sword, the world's suddenly much simpler when you give it the shape of a neck. And so I did.

Only that spiders don't have necks, as I sadly came to learn today.

Taking the help of two sellswords from the Few, I decided to find the root of spiders and learn where it is they hail from. We tracked their skittering through alleyways, we followed their webbings as best we could, seeing traces of small arachnids along the way. Crawling out of holes, hanging off of many corners built in the surrounding gables of houses and the like. Strangely enough, it all led to the Queen of Ending's Shrine, yet not exactly it, but a small cottage seemingly slovenly and abandoned not too far from its street. We went in to check, but only upon realizing the door was more of an abandoned, unhinged slat vaguely wedged into the entryway's frame than any real door at all.

The nest of spiders inside was a pit of earth wreathed in white. At its rim were thin filaments as we walked in, each which listed about at even the slightest suggestion of a breeze. Marching the two sellswords inward, me at the rear thank the Gods, the webbing begun to take a sort of civilized shape, as though we were walking in from wintery hinterland, the recency of its creation apparent in its tight trappings: small critter-sized cocoons of all sorts, each which showed no sign of life, all bound snug in the hangars of white silos and planes like morsels lost upon a pale rug. As we're aghast seeing it all, a black shadow sauntered up from behind the veiled domicile, coming to the fore with its legs squatting defilade, its head crouched beyond them as though the foul cretin had been gated by its own stride. I swear some tiny creature's limb was sucking in and out from its moving and clickity-clicking mandibles like some macabre pacifier as it just 'stood' there, looking at us with a strangely naive and many-eyed gleam of expectance. The biggest spider I had ever seen in my life.

We had come to the right place. And just like that, we left it.

All sense of cohesion in our impromptu squad was broken faster than a speeding bolt, the fools with me discarded even their swords and shields as though we had been out on some battlefield, running. Running quick and down towards the Lowers, careful to avoid the same paths and sidewinder of roads we used to get to our mark as we had, fearing perhaps that this newfound enemy would somehow follow them to their own homes. I myself took to a brisk jog back to the forge.

And renewed my oath not to mess with these spiders that are resolved not to be fucked with.

Written By Raimon

June 19, 2021, 1:48 a.m.(9/8/1015 AR)

A Dream; Not Mine

A walking mountain stalks the chain,
winged horrors 'pon it dive.
With thunder-ings of fiery breath,
its mountains come alive!

Its people, torn by war and strife,
bequeathed yet one more doom.
Between the mountains' lava breath,
And blood-red waters' spume.

A horror lurches 'cross the Deeps,
A vast and dread-full Beast.
The streets run red with offered blood
as winged fiends swoop and feast.

What succor 'gainst this massive threat
can Saffron hope to find?
What hopes unlooked-for can be called
and 'gainst the Dark aligned?

Written By Ryhalt

June 19, 2021, 12:06 a.m.(9/8/1015 AR)

I should make it a better habit to *not* half fall through things.

Written By Viviana

June 18, 2021, 10:49 p.m.(9/7/1015 AR)

Pretty paladin.

Written By Raimon

June 18, 2021, 10:30 p.m.(9/7/1015 AR)

The beaches form a full mosaic,
Life and Death the colors there!
Fresh greens and yellows wash ashore, and
gasp for breath in salty air.

Pallid are the hues asunder:
Fractured mollusks, shattered crabs
Bleached - white are the bones and sinews,
skyward one lone gull-wing stabs. . . .

Written By Aella

June 18, 2021, 6:52 p.m.(9/7/1015 AR)

Been back in the city a while now but haven't made it here to the Archive to record anything of note. Too much else going on. It was good of my father and Carrick to follow me back from Stormheart. Soon as I got here the letters started arriving about some troubles to tend to. It's Rosa's turn to go handle things in the county, I think.

My focus has been on building relationships with other houses. And learning more about the finer points of being a leader within the Compact. Neither of those things were accomplished when I attempted to run the Telmar gauntlet. Don't talk to me about hurdles. Charity. Talk to me about charity. I've been working with Duchess Isabeau and Princess Jerrica and Duke Malcolm on things for the Heart in Hand. We have a public gathering coming up. Should be a chance to meet likeminded folk.

Written By Cesare

June 18, 2021, 6:29 p.m.(9/7/1015 AR)

Relationship Note on Zakhar

A duo of suggested addendums:

5. Beware of swinging a pan in close quarters.
6. Orland hits back.

Written By Alessia

June 18, 2021, 6:06 p.m.(9/7/1015 AR)

Relationship Note on Cambria

I have most definitely heard people say some objectively untrue things while drunk. One could say you become more bold in your ability to deceive people and the next day you lie awake thinking, 'wow that worked out better than I'd have thought'. I'm speaking third-hand of course.

Written By Lyra

June 18, 2021, 4:43 p.m.(9/7/1015 AR)

I spent a little more than I ought to on completing my collection of the Toys for the Compact for the Grayson fealty. But with the proceeds going to the Knights of Solace the silver was happily spent. Naturally I find the firebird that represents House Byrne by far the most pleasing, though I'm sure others would take me to task on that.

Messire Claude and Messere Cufre should be much praised for all they have done.

One box I bought as I completed my collection /did/ contain a figurine from the next set which are to be released, and I have tucked it carefully away. Dragons are such rare creatures.

Written By Zakhar

June 18, 2021, 8:39 a.m.(9/6/1015 AR)

Notes to remember for future travels.
1. Pay attention to your surroundings. A wave can come out of any which direction. What might be seen as amusing on one day can easily make the rest of your trip sour.
2. The locals can be a lot more fun if you take the first step to introduce yourself.
3. If the pan is a swinging, everyone else should learn to duck
4. New friends are great, though watch for those that you've known longer.

Written By Cambria

June 17, 2021, 10:31 p.m.(9/5/1015 AR)

There is wisdom in the the old saying, "in wine there is truth." Alcohol impairs the ability to think strategically and puts one firmly in the moment, and therefore less capable of lying. In the same way that we shake hands to show that we are not carrying a weapon, having a few drinks is a form of mental disarmament that makes one more trusting as well as more worthy of trust.

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