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Written By Luca

May 28, 2017, 7:14 a.m.(7/17/1006 AR)

Whatever killed poor Pere will be hunted and killed in turn. I know it won't bring her back for her husband and people, but it is better than just giving condolences.

Written By Luca

May 28, 2017, 7:12 a.m.(7/17/1006 AR)

The gray forest is in such terrible state between the blight and the shavs left behind. What makes a people turn to cannibalism, making armor of human hide, and enslaving their own people? I suppose its moot as we killed those that attacked us and could be found. Anyone who cares to bitch about my slaughtering in this case can kiss my bronze-skinned ass. They brought it on themselves and the children and old people we saved didn't complain any. Still, it was too easy. I miss the challenge of bringers.

Written By Silas

May 28, 2017, 6:31 a.m.(7/17/1006 AR)

I have discovered I am terrible at writing speeches.

Written By Aureth

May 28, 2017, 3:01 a.m.(7/16/1006 AR)

Tomorrow, we will pray in thanks for new beginnings.

I have a barrowload of trees for the occasion and I'm looking forward to seeing you all getting down in the dirt and mucking around with me.

Don't worry, we'll have at least one person there who knows how plants are supposed to work.

Written By Fergus

May 28, 2017, 1:15 a.m.(7/16/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Eirene

I don't make friends very well, but I like Malvici, she's good stuff.

Fixed my leg, needed it. And she's easy to talk to, don't know where she gets the idea that she's not.

Seems to think she can drink better than me, or any Redrain for that matter. That's fine, I'll let her down easy.

Met her a couple of times previously, but never really had the chance to have a real conversation with her. We got enough shit in common, and not all for the best reasons ever. Like looking at things through the bottom of a bottle and that's not all bad. So I have to say, I don't have a lot of close friends, or many friends in general, but I'd say she's one of them.

Can't ask for much more than that.

Written By Narciso

May 28, 2017, 12:54 a.m.(7/16/1006 AR)

Reading all these white journals, and I'm amazed at the honesty displayed therein. It goes straight to my heart, makes me positively giddy with excitement. I'm making lists of names. It's titled "People of Interest". I'll be sure to track all individuals there-in and offer the listening ear they seem to beg for.

Don't thank me, it's what Confessors do. We care, really.

Written By Valery

May 28, 2017, 12:36 a.m.(7/16/1006 AR)

It's been a calm week, this one.
Nightmares are back.
Maybe it wasn't so calm, but I've been too sleepy to see what was going on...

Written By Fergus

May 27, 2017, 11:25 p.m.(7/16/1006 AR)

Dear diary,

Went on a boat. Mildly unnerving.

Played drunk limbo. Fell in the third round.

If this is what the Thrax do in the spare time, I'd say they're not half bad.

Written By Kahlana

May 27, 2017, 8:38 p.m.(7/16/1006 AR)

Had my first boat ride today and it was wounderous, I can see why the Thraxian love it so.

Written By Esoka

May 27, 2017, 8:15 p.m.(7/16/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Viviana

The Sword of Setarco is more than just a pretty face. She's pretty face who hits very hard and can put a warrior on the ground. I shall feel these bruises for weeks. And she made me owe her a drink.

Written By Gisele

May 27, 2017, 7:08 p.m.(7/16/1006 AR)

We each of us carry the mark and message of our faith within us. What we believe in forms the stones of the path we take through life. I am devout, and serve the gods, but when I consider the beliefs of others, I must believe that the gods do not condemn if a person's faith is not with the Pantheon, or in their message. They are ideals and as all ideals do, they help and raise; they prefer to act on our paths as the lights of the city do for those who walk these streets. But those paths are formed of our thoughts, our choices, our own actions.

If faith guides -- in whatever form it comes to us -- as ideals are meant to do, that is still a path formed in the light. Yes, we have flaws. Yes, we may doubt ourselves and our ability to do what is needed, and what is best. Yes, it is a path which rises, and yes, at times we will be weary of climbing. There will be moments when we fall back rather than move forward, or where we despair of what's behind us.

That is the promise of Aion's dream, this world shaped by choices. Ours are not simple lives, nor is our world cast in stark and simple shades of black and white. A path may curve, it may double back. But with faith held in our heart, and our eyes raised to the light, we will always find the way, as wanderers do in the wilds, with the stars overhead to guide them and no easy road to walk.

Perhaps that is the message of Aion's symbol in the triad of the Lost. Whether we believe in it or not, the star remains overhead, and every nighttime sky is an invitation to look up and continue onwards.

Written By Alexis

May 27, 2017, 4:38 p.m.(7/15/1006 AR)

My personal best in the Telmar Gauntlet remains at 50 marks. I expect it will be some time before I beat that.

And the Lady Guildmaster of the Physician's guild has told me to take it easy on my arm over the next week or so. That complicates things.

At least the willow-bark doesn't smell awful.

Written By Lissa

May 27, 2017, 4:07 p.m.(7/15/1006 AR)

I've made it to Arx. More to come here, soon. Bought this journal and a bit of ink. Put me out a fair bit of coin, but I'm so excited. Maybe someone will read this some day. I hope not.

Written By Serafine

May 27, 2017, 4:03 p.m.(7/15/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Leta

Meowlarice isn't a cat. She's a valued member of our household.

Written By Serafine

May 27, 2017, 3:51 p.m.(7/15/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Talen

Alright, listen cuntmuffin. I know it was you. It could only have been you. I'm both impressed and disgusted. I hate cats and now they're all over my yard. Bravo, well done, but I swear to all the Gods this was completely uncalled for.

Kitten-weed! In my garden!

You unimaginable -bastard-.

Written By Esoka

May 27, 2017, 2:11 p.m.(7/15/1006 AR)

I took part in a patrol of the Gray Forest, along with several warriors from the Grayson ranks, some of the Crimson Blades, the young Iron Guardsman, and a highly skilled archer sworn to the Velenosas. We came upon a party of shav'arvani carrying a banner bearing the symbol of a vulture feasting on a dead man. Their leathers, upon examination, were made of human skin.

It was not a friendly encounter.

They turned hostile, and we determined they had prisoners from another, more peaceable, tribe trapped as hostages. A fight ensued, and we managed to free the captive shav'arvani and offer them safe passage back to Arx. With their own homes no longer places of refuge, perhaps they shall bend the knee. I would offer all aid to helping them adjust to the city, if they remain.

More and more each day, I give up the idea that there shall be any ease to the dangers we face now that Tolemar Brand has been slain. If the darkness is less pressing at our walls, I feel I see it more than ever. And it takes fine warriors from us still. My heart grieves for Princess Peregrine of the Gold Feathers. I pray that Sir Mathias Coaldust of the Knights of the Solace might be found, though nothing I've heard seems to promise it. I shall remain vigilant and fight so well as I can for me and mine. There is still so much to do.

Written By Cirroch

May 27, 2017, 1:13 p.m.(7/15/1006 AR)

Another day of living out of my travel chest. I should've remembered that there's little but lace and silk in Arx. I'm sure I'll eventually find a tailor, but I've much preferred finding liquor.

Written By Armel

May 27, 2017, 12:19 p.m.(7/15/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Carita

The Night is dark, and full of horrors. And it's horrors /alll/ the way down. have to up for the good stuff.

Written By Carita

May 27, 2017, 12:05 p.m.(7/15/1006 AR)

The further I delve, the more I fear.

Written By Fiachra

May 27, 2017, 10:36 a.m.(7/15/1006 AR)

She does not stand alone. Always, I am at her side. Always, our friends stand with us. Come against us, and you will be swept away like grains of sand, helpless against the tides. If necessary, we will find you. We will destroy you. Best for you to crawl back into your burrows.

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