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Written By Orazio

Aug. 20, 2017, 3:31 p.m.(1/21/1007 AR)

To the Faithful Reader:

A collection of condolences.

First, to those innocents lost in the disaster which afflicted the harbor a few days ago, where much of the Thrax fleet was lost. To the survivors, the Faith offers our sorrow and our sympathy, and our hope for each lost life to fly safely into the Queen's arms, and from there, to the Shining Lands. The Faith will be offering material support to those who lost family in this tragedy, and as always, stands ready to assist the process of grief and recovery.

Second, to the unrelated but no less tragic events that resulted in the death of Prince Dominic Thrax and his valiant men. The loss of a friend, a family member, and a heir of a Great House is always a cause for mourning - not just in that fealty, but across the Compact. The Faith respects the month of mourning declared by House Thrax, and offer our prayers to Thrax and other families who lost loved ones in those events.

Third, to those who were injured during the desecration of the Shrine of Mangata, and all Faithful who mourn and are horrified by the events at that Shrine. The Faith shares your horror and your sorrow, but remember: our Lady of the Sea and the Sky is far stronger than any singular insult or attack. With the support and love of every member of the Faith, we will cleanse the Shrine of this darkness, and restore it to purity and to right. Not because we seek boons or blessings from the gods, but because we owe them love and worship, and because the Compact will never bow to darkness, regardless of the setbacks we face, or the mistakes we make along the way.

If we can unite under nothing else, let it be that.

Written By Esoka

Aug. 20, 2017, 3:30 p.m.(1/21/1007 AR)

I have never been to sea. I have not communed with Mangata with way the peoples of the Mourning Isles do. But I am a daughter of the rivers, of the Twins that flow into the heart of the Mother and give the peoples of Greenwood and Riven life and prosperity. Mangata sustains us.

It is with horror and revulsion that I've heard the tales of what happened in Her shrine, and to the Thrax ships upon the waves. Words are not enough, but my heart grieves for the loss. I pray the shrine is restored and the enemy that did this found and dealt with, in all the power and fury a torrent of waves can bring to bear.

Written By Sparte

Aug. 20, 2017, 3:10 p.m.(1/21/1007 AR)

So I tried my hand at joining the Society of Explorers and fell short. I can't blame them, they were right. Their ranks are full of capable explorers and I'm just a novice, at best. I always enjoy going out on forays with others to investigate areas in the countryside though, so I think I'm going to keep at this and try to get better.

To start, I'm going to learn how to read maps. Not just common maps, but all sorts. I've just got to track down someone who knows a lot about them so I can take notes. I'm sure that is a skill that'll come in handy eventually.

Written By Fortunato

Aug. 20, 2017, 3:08 p.m.(1/21/1007 AR)

A sketch.

The pool of Mangata's shrine gone a boiling churn of black, the steps stained, the trees in a wilt as if drawing away from it.

Written By Caelis

Aug. 20, 2017, 3:05 p.m.(1/21/1007 AR)

Perhaps I will attend the gathering for Lagomas later. It would be the longest night of the year to celebrate for my own reasons. My brother has been here with me, reunited at last for a year now. I can't express the joy I feel in that, in getting to watch Serah, my young niece grow into a fine lady and share in so many things with my brother at my side.

May your hopes find safe harbors.

Written By Ida

Aug. 20, 2017, 3:04 p.m.(1/21/1007 AR)

This has been a week of great joys as well as great sorrows. Of taking metal and making beautiful things (to me, anyhow) with it, to aiding in recovery from devastating darkness. Crossing paths with new acquaintances as well as old friends - all the experiences make me grateful for reminders to appreciate the good in this life.

Written By Joslyn

Aug. 20, 2017, 3:02 p.m.(1/21/1007 AR)

A new home, a new beginning. I don't know what the future holds for me, but I hope I can make something out of it. I owe this to myself, and to her.

Written By Serafine

Aug. 20, 2017, 2:18 p.m.(1/21/1007 AR)

Relationship Note on Dominic

Your last entry makes it very plain:


Three wives was indeed too much.

Written By Monique

Aug. 20, 2017, 12:46 p.m.(1/21/1007 AR)

Relationship Note on Alexis

A brutal mistress of the Sword. This woman is perhaps the most formidable I have ever met. And that's saying something.

Written By Abbas

Aug. 20, 2017, 12:19 p.m.(1/21/1007 AR)

The tides turn red with the blood of good, hard, gas-lighted reavers. Men who have the courage to brave the tumultuous and often treacherous waters of the salt in nothing but the lumber hewn with axe and the will of man. Men cast to the cast to the bottom with naught but nails in their bellies and dreams of glory on their minds. There is no glory in this sort of death. We are the blood of the Salt. It spits from our veins and scorches the soil of the vanquished. I shall drink in their memory, of the victories before. I shall drink to their fury and hunger for more. I shall drink to the battles yet to be won. And the ruination of that which falls before the serpent banners in the victories yet to come.

When Death is certain.

The war for Life is everything.

Written By Gibson

Aug. 20, 2017, 11:15 a.m.(1/21/1007 AR)

Relationship Note on Dominic

Get well soon.

Written By Reigna

Aug. 20, 2017, 10:10 a.m.(1/20/1007 AR)

Relationship Note on Dominic

I do not understand what this Gyre is. I... Prince Dominic Thrax. I have a letter from him on my desk, I *just* spoke with him and now he is...

No tears. Thrax has the solidarity of Keaton. We will help you rebuild.

Written By Edward

Aug. 20, 2017, 8:32 a.m.(1/20/1007 AR)

Relationship Note on Dominic

There is something almost petty and desperate in your death. Something reaching out to extinguish someone great because they could not stand your existence.

We shall each other again. But not yet.

Written By Harmon

Aug. 20, 2017, 2:09 a.m.(1/20/1007 AR)

Growing sick of dragons. Consumptive, hateful beasts. Too powerful. Are there benevolent powerful beings? Benevolent because of intersecting desires? Happy accident. Power can't be trusted, but necessary. Reason why the second sword was built.

Written By Clover

Aug. 20, 2017, 1:06 a.m.(1/20/1007 AR)

Relationship Note on Denica

*A sketch of a darked woman; her clothing and hair is splattered with might be mud or perhaps paint it's hard to tell in charcoal. Her fingers are dirty as well, but she's got a bright smile upon her face. She's bent over what appears to be a sketch pad of her own, working on some piece of art.*

Written By Clover

Aug. 20, 2017, 1:03 a.m.(1/20/1007 AR)

Relationship Note on Corban

*A sketch of light haired man; dressed in telmar styled clothing. He's got a sword out but it's held somewhat loosely. His smile is bright and unconcerned looking.*

Written By Clover

Aug. 20, 2017, 1 a.m.(1/20/1007 AR)

Relationship Note on Asger

*A shakey sketch of a tall men in black jerkin with a row of shiny, shiny buttons down it. He's got a small scowl on his face; and in one hand he has what appears to be a bottle of some sort of alcohol.*

Written By Aiden

Aug. 20, 2017, 12:40 a.m.(1/20/1007 AR)

Relationship Note on Dominic

Goodbye Prince Dominic. You gave me a chance, taught me of Thraxian ways on deck...
I will honor you, with every ship sailed.

Tears in Our Wake, Never At Our Wake.

Written By Denica

Aug. 20, 2017, 12:30 a.m.(1/20/1007 AR)

We thank the gods that be -

That we do not shed tears.

Written By Victus

Aug. 20, 2017, 12:14 a.m.(1/20/1007 AR)

Relationship Note on Dominic

You gave me orders not to die. I should've given you the same, you giant fucker. Not fucking likely anyone will fill the hole you're leaving here.

The flags of the Isles Canines will fly alongside the Thrax banner's. I'll show them what you built, cousin. It was something to be proud of, no more and no less.

Tears in our wake, never at our wake.

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