Written By Sophie
Aug. 18, 2017, 1:15 p.m.(1/17/1007 AR)
In agreement with Lady Eirene Malvici, the Crown Minister of Health, any and all exposed to the ichor are to be brought to the House of Solace, where they will be under the watchful care of Our Lady of Change and the healers who serve Her.
Preliminary examinations lead us to believe that all are expected to make a full recovery. To make certain, however, a 48-hour period of quarantine has been implemented, for the health and well-being of the general populace is no less of a concern.
May the Gods bless and keep us all.
In Faith and service,
Princess Sophie Valardin, the Mother of Mercy
Written By Edward
Aug. 18, 2017, 10:44 a.m.(1/17/1007 AR)
Written By Calarian
Aug. 18, 2017, 8:14 a.m.(1/16/1007 AR)
As the Voice of Minister of Loyalty of my House I have always been a proud man about my heritage. I have always taken pride on the words "None greater than Grayson" and I have always told younger members of my House that no matter what happens, the House must remain in its rightful place. It is now the turn of House Thrax to apply that strong personality of theirs. In crisis, to build stronger.
With respect and a sorrowful heart,
His Highness, Calarian Grayson, Prince of the Bastion,
Voice and Minister of Loyalty of House Grayson,
First Observer of the Crown Observers
Written By Leola
Aug. 18, 2017, 3:52 a.m.(1/16/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Merek
I mean ... what.
Written By Ford
Aug. 18, 2017, 1:10 a.m.(1/16/1007 AR)
Someone or something tried to take our sails away today. Unfortunately many men and women I knew personally died because of it. Sure, I can harangue and bombast until the sun comes up, but I won't. I don't have to. I don't need to.
I know, that my fealty doesn't need their ships to remain strong after a heavy blow. I know that we can accomplish a great deal without the winds filling our sails. And I know that our ships aren't the only thing that Thrax people have in common.
Take our ships.
Take our sails.
Good luck trying to take the salt from our veins.
Written By Shard
Aug. 18, 2017, 12:19 a.m.(1/16/1007 AR)
As for what happened, what else can be said that won't be said in a thousand other journals? I didn't witness it, so I don't have my own account. It happened, read it from those who saw for themselves. And if you're willing to believe that every single Thraxian ship--and only Thraxian ships--sinking at the exact same time and taking most of their crews down with them in the middle of the day is a completely ordinary coincidence that can be entirely explained away by 'bad cargo', then I think you're an impossible idiot and you probably think I'm a mad fool, so hearty congratulations to us both.
Written By Caelis
Aug. 17, 2017, 11:25 p.m.(1/16/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Edain
Written By Harald
Aug. 17, 2017, 11:10 p.m.(1/16/1007 AR)
We mortal men, arrayed against foes out of legend, we shall teach the legends to fear us. For while any warrior of the Isles draws breath, no foe can rest easy.
We bleed, we mend, we fight on.
We do not fear, for fear is the guardian of hate.
So speaks Grimhall.
Written By Dominic
Aug. 17, 2017, 10:54 p.m.(1/16/1007 AR)
Written By Ida
Aug. 17, 2017, 9:57 p.m.(1/15/1007 AR)
And oh, drinks to discuss knightly balls very soon is an absolute /must/.
Written By Reigna
Aug. 17, 2017, 9:32 p.m.(1/15/1007 AR)
Written By Morrighan
Aug. 17, 2017, 9:32 p.m.(1/15/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Ida
Written By Morrighan
Aug. 17, 2017, 9:30 p.m.(1/15/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Freja
Written By Morrighan
Aug. 17, 2017, 9:28 p.m.(1/15/1007 AR)
To the Last.
~ Dame Morrighan, Knight of Farhaven
Written By Jael
Aug. 17, 2017, 8:30 p.m.(1/15/1007 AR)
The Lady Jael Laurent wishes to express her vexation at the [redacted] [redacted] ... [redacted] who [redacted] [redacted] dogpiled her [redacted] [redacted] elder brother Cristoph at the recent Melee.
Written By Silas
Aug. 17, 2017, 7:42 p.m.(1/15/1007 AR)
Please do not jump into the freezing water.
Written By Valery
Aug. 17, 2017, 7:25 p.m.(1/15/1007 AR)
I still need to get some more plants and I won't be able to see how well it'll end until spring...
Written By Victus
Aug. 17, 2017, 6:03 p.m.(1/15/1007 AR)
I'm alive.
Written By Joscelin
Aug. 17, 2017, 5:09 p.m.(1/15/1007 AR)
You left me to die for us, for the city, but mostly, for those that loved you. You were a daughter of the Gyre, my sweet little sister, plagued by such dreams that would chase you into my room when you were small, you would wrap around my neck until I could sing you back to sleep. Such terrors you cried over, so many tears. You were certain you saw your death and I always hushed you and told you it would be alright.
I knew when the boxes arrived after your departure that you didn't intend to come back. Zhayla knew it too. Things change, others were involved, and now-
In the bottom of my sorrowful heart is one question that I think no one can answer:
Did you die for nothing?
Written By Denica
Aug. 17, 2017, 5:01 p.m.(1/15/1007 AR)
It all falls apart, the center will not hold.
One singer cannot hear the choir.
The dark tides are loosened,
The rituals; the forgotten affliction.
The serpents that lacked all conviction,
save to snap and sink venom tipp'd fang
into itself - and ruined.
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