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Written By Quenia

Sept. 18, 2017, 8:05 p.m.(3/27/1007 AR)

Last week Lucita and I worked very hard to put together all the details for the wine tasting event to benefit House Thrax. I think it all came together rather smashingly. We hired Whisper House for entertainment, and showcased our rose hip and raspberry wines, and re-released our special edition Daylight wine - the one with the citrusy undercurrents, with pears and tart apples.

Master Cesare and Mistress Nisaa both performed admirably, with Lucita filling in here and there with musical interludes. The event was well attended, and even King Alaric came! He donated a very generous 150 economic writs to the cause, as well as bought several bottles of wine. And, through the support of the event, I also managed to raise another 250 economic writs on their behalf. I couldn't be more pleased with the show of support from everyone.

I am waiting for key members of House Thrax to come back from defending the Isles of the Maelstrom from the Darkwater that is rising there, before I present them with the proceeds from our event. I hope that they find they can put them to good use.

I am already looking forward to the next thing to work on. Keeping busy with this event has helped push away the sadness that I often feel over the loss of my brothers. Grief sucks, sometimes. So many people seemed so pleased with events being held in Domus Igniseri again that I hate to disappoint them, so hopefully we can work on something again soon.

Written By Daemon

Sept. 18, 2017, 5:01 p.m.(3/26/1007 AR)

I have sworn to be a brothers in arms of the Knights of Solace. An honor no doubt and one I hope to do well by.

Looking for work has been tedious. It seems the city has no shortage of men with good sword arms that are well-armed. Sellsword work isn't as enterprising as I would have hoped, but it may yet be what I turn to in the end. The Valorous Few do have my eye, their leader seems a well-mannered man with plenty of nice words to say as well.

Overall, a man is armed and armored and he has a roof over his head and food on the table. It is a good place to be, no? I should give my thanks to the Gods for their generosity. Excuse me scribe, I've a journey to make...

Written By Rey

Sept. 18, 2017, 3:59 p.m.(3/26/1007 AR)

I dreamed of the tunnel again. This time, I went inside.

There was life there, the whole world stretched before my eyes, blue sky, and blue sea, and the place where sea and sky become one, just at the horizon. The world lived by the flickering of a lantern. I saw the goddess there, as well. Beautiful Mangata waited for me in a spear of light, my mother of the sea. I was afraid, and she sang to me. I was unsure, and she kissed me forehead and guided me gently on my way.

There was death there, as well, the kind of death that's an infinite stillness. A mirror stood in the center of the place beyond time, but when I looked into it, it wasn't my face I saw.

Except it wasn't a dream. Was it?

Written By Cesare

Sept. 18, 2017, 3:40 p.m.(3/26/1007 AR)

"The Promise" by Cesare Whisper

Once I barefoot walked the streets of Setarco, and although it was nearly dawn the flagstones remained warm with the memory of the sun, despite the callings of the moon and her stars.

I thought to myself as I walked, "How many footfalls have been left behind, how many memories discarded on these streets? What joyous dancing? What steps guided by shame, or anger, or misanthropic intent?

Like a shade I walked with those memories, passing in between them as the time in between approached with the lightening of the sky.

I danced to songs long forgotten, with people celebrating new lives- births and weddings and happy times. I walked with bowed head among those who wished not to be seen, who's shame and self-loathing was remembered only by barefooted steps on paving stones. With the angry my soul raged and frothed and rioted- upset at everything and nothing in equal measures. I hid with thieves and searched with guards.

Each step of Memory a sip from an endless cup. Each sip different- but it was all from the same cup.

Eventually, I found myself standing on the pier near the edge of the water, facing outward towards a rising sun. A sailor came to me and asked why I stood on the docks in bare feet staring towards the coming dawn.

"I'm waiting," Said I.

"For what?" He asked.

I answered: "The fulfillment of Memory's Promise."

Written By Morrighan

Sept. 18, 2017, 3:39 p.m.(3/26/1007 AR)

Relationship Note on Freja

Even if I don't know how to sail I still would have thefted a boat. I should see about getting you your own barrel of whiskey whenever you come home.

Written By Aella

Sept. 18, 2017, 3:19 p.m.(3/26/1007 AR)

Who the fuck is House Marin?

Yeah, we killed a bunch of 'em, and crazy fucks sank their own ships. More to the point let the dark water eat them. Which is unsettling, don't let that shit touch your ships, or you'll disappear quicker then you can blink. And by disappear I mean puff you no longer exist or some shite.

Fucking crazy shite.

Written By Eirene

Sept. 18, 2017, 12:21 p.m.(3/26/1007 AR)

Was I at the Silent Masque?

You'll never know.

*The scribe reports she cackled in amusement but wasn't sure how to transcribe that*

Written By Cesare

Sept. 18, 2017, noon(3/26/1007 AR)

Light and shadow dance, always touching but never truly part of one another. This is an interaction we can see- but what if there is an unseen interaction. What of the invisible light and darkness within man's heart and soul? Do these things interplay more fully? Glide and mix together, muddying the waters?

Or are they like oil and water, never truly mixing? Could it be more like a tapestry, dark and light threads that together create a rich tapestry and alone are nothing but strands on the wind-

I think, however, it is very much like a musical composition. A soundscape of melodic texture and dissonant harmonies. An ever-playing flow of sound pleasant and terrible, both. Heights and depths.

The Agony and The Ecstasy of the soul is surely a song.

Written By Vesper

Sept. 18, 2017, 11:44 a.m.(3/26/1007 AR)

[ From the journal of Vesper Nighthawk, Sister-at-Arms for the Knights of Solace: ]

Addendum: ... And with plans to be dispatched already. How prompt. Where is the Maelstrom ...? Oh. Well, fuck me sideways.

Written By Cesare

Sept. 18, 2017, 11:29 a.m.(3/26/1007 AR)

Relationship Note on Lucita

My fellow musician, a beautiful woman in her own right. She is, perhaps, a bit unsure of herself- but that isn't anything truly unusual among artists or those of youth. She is certainly worthy of continued interest.

Written By Vesper

Sept. 18, 2017, 11:12 a.m.(3/26/1007 AR)

[ From the journal of Vesper Nighthawk, Sister-at-Arms for the Knights of Solace: ]

To the Journals, the truth, for I could never stomach a lie. I came to the capital city on a hope. Perhaps it's one of the only whims that I have entertained since youth. When I was doing nothing more than riding a stodgy, stubborn pony with a branch in one hand and a cooking pot over my head. Those games of playing at knights with the children of the household. Slaying dragons, finding treasure, defending the innocent from evil. Always, the last point was the reason I was drawn into those games. I always saw myself first as a defender - Sir Vesper. Not Lady Vesper. Yes, I knew that the proper term was Dame. I always insisted upon Sir for no other reason than contrariness. An unfortunate character trait that I carry to some degree these days.

I came to the city on a hope. The hope that I would meet my mother's kin, take a knee, and offer my blade to them in service. However, a Sword without a sword seems like a jest without a punchline. A riddle without an answer. I find the kindness of Arx's people to be surprising, the hospitality offered to the newly traveled is - it's inspiring. Between thanking Gild for the opportunities, she has provided me, the friends that I have made, I learned about the needs of the Knights of Solace. Within me, that set ablaze that fire of hope - honest, sincere hope.

That, I have discovered, is my calling. I sent a messenger to my Father in Stonedeep with my intentions. I am my father's only child. Due to my contrariness, I knew that I would never wed for political gain nor produce heirs. I have no need to remain bound to my nobility. My merit will carry on in the deeds I do, not the name I bear. I will learn what I need to do to prepare myself to take my vows and join the Faith. I understand all the risks involved. To be a Knight of Solace. To be a knight is to accept danger. To lay down my life in the defense of the innocent - Mercies, travelers, pilgrims - from evils ordinary and extraordinary.

Bring it on.

Only, I still need a sword ... (You know who you are.)

Written By Regla

Sept. 18, 2017, 10:37 a.m.(3/26/1007 AR)

It's never easy losing men, but part of me wants to rationalize it by saying the few now to save the many in the end. But is that really a good justification? I'm not sure. It was a good reason at the time, and one I stand by now, then, and always. Would I do it again given the circumstances? Without hesitation. We got what we were looking for, although I still have a lot of unanswered questions....hopefully the answers will be had.

Written By Sparte

Sept. 18, 2017, 10:33 a.m.(3/26/1007 AR)

Thrax decor is everything I was promised. Mostly the promises were made by people who didn't like me, or wanted to scare me. The taxidermy is unpleasant, the murals are hideous, and that is just what is in the common areas.

Yet I learned something interesting. This wasn't originally Thrax decor. I'll be pushing this theory with some of the Thrax higher ups. If by some minor miracle they believe me, this island may become a far more pleasant place to visit.

Written By Freja

Sept. 18, 2017, 10:17 a.m.(3/26/1007 AR)

I should be dead, but I suppose I have a touch of Rathlander in me after all. There wasn't a ringing in the ears, seeing red or anything...just an odd rush of adrenaline and even more peculiar calm/focus.

But fuck if it didn't hurt.

Losses incurred, but weapons secured.

Written By Edward

Sept. 18, 2017, 8:57 a.m.(3/26/1007 AR)

We found the mountain on the island. We found the cave. We fought the beasts.

Not without risk and loss, we secured some weapons. The first cache has been found. 1 God's treasure secured. 12 more to go, I wish the other expeditions luck.

Written By Corban

Sept. 18, 2017, 7:54 a.m.(3/26/1007 AR)

A few months ago, I never stopped by the Archives of Vellichor except to drop off pages for my journal and for the rites and ceremonies any good, god-fearing noble was expected to attend. Even today, I am hardly one for the dusty stacks, instead preferring to guide and coordinate the work of scholars that could be hired and convinced to lend a land.

But I can say this: The feeling of being on a cusp of discovery rivals that of rushing into battle.

Written By Victus

Sept. 18, 2017, 7:50 a.m.(3/26/1007 AR)

I'm so tired.

Written By Aiden

Sept. 18, 2017, 1:49 a.m.(3/25/1007 AR)

Expeditions take months to plan, successful ones...

Written By Eithne

Sept. 17, 2017, 11:49 p.m.(3/25/1007 AR)

Relationship Note on Arn

Duke Telmar is an interesting man. I can't say I've spent a lot of time with him but he came to my shop with a heap ton of metal and basically said "Make me armor that looks like this." Basically he's got a thing for red brick walls.

So that's what I'm working on. I've heard he becomes disappointed quickly. Let's hope he's not too disappointed with my work.

Written By Gaston

Sept. 17, 2017, 11:47 p.m.(3/25/1007 AR)

Relationship Note on Cristoph

I fear now that I shall forever be 'Just Gaston'.

Shit.

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