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Written By Erik

Oct. 23, 2021, 12:17 p.m.(6/8/1016 AR)

Many miles beyond what I thought to travel, a trip into the world turning into so much more. I am returned against my will, the sea tossing me to these shores again and again.

Nearly five years. Four and four months. It felt like longer, and I am exhausted. There is too much to catch up on even as my mind, so long ago, struggles to consider what I used to think so important. A different page? A different chapter.

Perhaps even a whole different book.

Written By Gwenna

Oct. 23, 2021, 7:21 a.m.(6/8/1016 AR)

I am quite excited about the play that Baroness Amari and Lady Mabelle are putting together. The first rehearsal went well, I think, as parts were decided upon and discussions about details were had. No few of us had a bit of fun remarking on the possible length of the play, but it was truly all in jest. I feel quite fortunate to be among such a gifted group of people and the story is an important one, as well as close to my heart personally. It was a long night, but the exhaustion I felt when I crawled into bed was a very good-feeling sort of tired.

Written By Mabelle

Oct. 23, 2021, 1:49 a.m.(6/7/1016 AR)

This has been the busiest week of my life. And I have had busy weeks!
So much to do! So much requiring my attention and yet on top of it, some private surprises.
I look forward for what's to come. Well some of it.

Written By Temira

Oct. 22, 2021, 8:58 p.m.(6/7/1016 AR)

I got the the cutest puppy from Lady Kiera yesterday. Meeting up with her and Lord Mattheu, who had taken out Lady Thea's octopus out cause he said it wanted to come out to play. He is quite the interesting person. lol in a good way of course! The puppys' name was Smokey, but to honor my new friendship with Phani (theophania) I will call him the name she gave when I asked her, Dorius. I am looking forward to this new friendship with a girl friend. I don't have any. I mean I treasure Medeia And Norah, but they are family, and wives to my brothers. Growing up, as the youngest AND a girl, I was always trying to be of of the boys, but now in the compact. I embrace my femnine side....well, not always but its nice when I can!

Written By Thea

Oct. 22, 2021, 6:40 p.m.(6/7/1016 AR)

A successful family dinner if I do say so myself. I've more than enjoyed them. It's been very rare that we have been able to come together lately, as we've all been busy with separate projects, but when we do, it definitely feels like we were never not together.

Written By Breccan

Oct. 22, 2021, 2:42 p.m.(6/6/1016 AR)

It's just a working relationship. That's all.

Written By Grady

Oct. 21, 2021, 9:47 p.m.(6/5/1016 AR)

Such a wonderful, stirring sermon today by Blessed Roran! I do hope someone thought to write it down so that its text can be posted here to the whites. I do wish I had done so, but of course I don't expect that I'd have been able to write fast enough. I saw a young scholar with a pen and paper. Perhaps he will favor us.

Just among those who were there, I can't think but that the Archlector's sermon will spark untold discussion. If it were to be more widely distributed, I should think that it would get a great many more people talking, and more importantly thinking about the ways which their behavior changes the world.

Written By Giada

Oct. 21, 2021, 6:27 p.m.(6/5/1016 AR)

Wedding over. Hopefully that answered some questions because I've got work to do.

Written By Ida

Oct. 21, 2021, 6:17 p.m.(6/5/1016 AR)

I get great joy in having chairs made for people. They are fairly simply things, when you think about it, but also special in their own way. It's kinda like...here. Come sit for a spell. This is a place for you to rest or just take a load off and watch the world for a bit. I am grateful for the patient carpenters in the city for always entertaining my ideas. I could make my own out of metal, of course, but there's something about the familiar creak of wood that makes them just a bit more personal I guess.

Written By Simone

Oct. 21, 2021, 12:23 p.m.(6/4/1016 AR)

Gentle Readers,

Since returning to Arx I have considered who I wish to spend my time with while staying in the Capital. While family is important, I also with to branch out and create further alliances with those I may offer my talents to. I wish to further my diplomatic work, and strengthen ties between prodigal houses and the Faith. There are so many things I would enjoy, though I think I would enjoy them more doing them with others.

I have found having a patron to be fulfilling in the past and now that I have returned I wish to find someone who I can aide just as much as they can support. Someone who understands and yet holds me to as high of a standard as I hold myself. Applications are being taken.

M. Simone Greenmarch

Written By Simone

Oct. 21, 2021, 12:05 a.m.(6/3/1016 AR)

Gentle Readers,

I have found myself once more within the beautiful capital, having taken a moment to return home to do a bit of research on this and that. While sometimes such leads to new questions rather than answering the old, it only means that there is more to focus on and a wider variety of paths to explore. It means that there are opportunities and one should never shy from such things. I find that I look forward to taking these paths to wherever they may lead, and hopefully they start new ones at their finish.

In the mean time I look forward to catching up with friends and family, meeting new people to cause trouble with, and sharing as many stories over a strong glass of poor decisions.

M. Simone Greenmarch

Written By Haakon

Oct. 20, 2021, 6:46 p.m.(6/3/1016 AR)

Among my people, the tradition is that only the worst of the lawless folk, traitors, and oathbreakers were presented to the sea. The most common punishment for greater crimes was exile from the home island, for a number of years. A year and a day or three years being the most common. To be sent away from kith and kin were a fate terrible enough, but added to this dread was the very real chance of dying during exile, away from ties of blood or the welcome of home.

Any crime dire enough to deserve exile forever is dire enough to just kill the bleeder outright.

Yet some few among us are stricken with wanderlust, every generation. I learned no so long past that one such band of exiles had dared the Wide Sea, and reached the far shore alive, where some few had fought a shield duel to the interest and amusement of some Eurusi, afore they ventured further east, never to return.

Mayhap it were a merry show of skill for the foreigners, or mayhap after weeks or months at sea, two warriors were sick of the other's face, I know not, but an Eswynd longship crossed the Wide Sea, once. I often wonder what became of them.

Written By Sydney

Oct. 20, 2021, 12:31 a.m.(6/1/1016 AR)

Seldom have I experienced such an unpleasant disquieting of the humors such that has kept me abed for the past week.

There is nothing like taking ill to make you miss those that tended to you as a child - my father had his flaws, but he always did seem at his best when I was at my worst, for there was no longer any choice but to at least make an effort. I still can't make porridge quite the same way he did - or maybe my tastes have changed, or perhaps my memories of it, but I will cherish the memory of feeling vulnerable, but safe. Of feeling sick, but nurtured.

They're fleeting, those moments, like ripples in a still pond.

Eventually, you forget to poke at them, and they vanish to nothing.

I'd like to keep these. As long as I can.

Written By Sonnet

Oct. 19, 2021, 10:23 p.m.(6/1/1016 AR)

There's a secret in this painting. I want to write this down, cement it in the annals of history.




-oh that's really funny, so the story goes-


[The scholar makes a notation that guards from the Nox'alfar Embassay arrived and wordlessly baited Sonnet from the room. The penmanship is shaky and there's a small phrase written after his intials: 'Never again.']

Written By Lisebet

Oct. 19, 2021, 6:25 p.m.(6/1/1016 AR)

I haven't written much lately in my journal. It seems that I haven't really had a lot to say, with all that is going on.

Written By Caprice

Oct. 19, 2021, 5:14 p.m.(6/1/1016 AR)

I am rarely puzzled, flattered and humbled at the same time. I can say with certainty that this is the first time it has happened because a piece of furniture.

Written By Medeia

Oct. 19, 2021, 2:52 p.m.(6/1/1016 AR)

I have been told I nearly died yesterday. I do not remember what happened, not really. There are no cuts to stitch, no bruises to soothe. Yet, I am terribly weak and cannot get warm and am exhausted. It is not even clear who or what may be responsible. I hold that my friends are making too much of it. A person under stress can faint away with little provocation! And I have felt these symptoms before, though to a lesser extent. This is all perfectly explainable.

Though, I trust that my friends would not lie to me. What I remember, what I feel, and what happened are not the same thing. How disturbing.

At least this has allowed me to take some much needed rest time. I spent part of today in the courtyard, warming under the sun, watching as the children crawled and climbed about on the dinghy that Zakhar built. The thing is beautiful and is proving to be a joy to the twins. Good to get them used to being on boats, yes?

Written By Cambria

Oct. 18, 2021, 10:23 p.m.(5/27/1016 AR)

Death notices are not usually a source of great fun. If one should not speak ill of the recently dead, unless they were utter monsters, one should not speak facetiously of them, either.

The temptation is nevertheless great. On learning of another's passing, I said to my children, "You should never say anything bad about the dead, only good. They are dead. Good."

Written By Cambria

Oct. 18, 2021, 10:09 p.m.(5/27/1016 AR)

Some things are just that anticlimatic.

Written By Cesare

Oct. 18, 2021, 8:24 p.m.(5/27/1016 AR)

Relationship Note on Savio

I want it noted that I also believe in you when others don't, I just also believe in your natural inclination to act a fool. Alas, I have chosen you as a friend, and therefore no amount of foolishness will convince me otherwise.

I should have made this a poem, but I have not. Or at least not a poem which rhymes; I suppose it could be a blank verse poem. Ah, blank verse, an art form I know you despise.

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