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Written By Aislin

Jan. 2, 2017, 1:09 a.m.(7/18/1005 AR)

I cannot remember the last time I cried, until today.

Sometimes, it's a good thing.

Written By Mirari

Jan. 2, 2017, 12:12 a.m.(7/18/1005 AR)

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Written By Khanne

Jan. 1, 2017, 11:52 p.m.(7/18/1005 AR)

Perhaps this is it. Perhaps this is what called me here. My mission. I must do all I can to help the fight and I do not have the strength of arm to do much to aid in battle... but this? This I can do, I must do. My path has led me here for a reason, I felt it pulling me. And so, I will do all I can.

Knowing you will do what you must, if needed.

And pray that it doesn't come to that.

With hope that it works.

Written By Costas

Jan. 1, 2017, 11:39 p.m.(7/18/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Branan

Every time I run into this blackguard scoundrel I try to hate him more, and fail.

Written By Margot

Jan. 1, 2017, 11:35 p.m.(7/18/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Victus

I cannot decide if I prefer the prince to be or the ungrateful brute.

Written By Dafne

Jan. 1, 2017, 11:23 p.m.(7/18/1005 AR)

I have never been afraid of what lurks in the dark. I have always thrilled to it. Whatever goes bump in the night.

And now I am afraid of it. What lurks outside this city, in the darkness of the forests.

I have learnt too recently just how defenseless I am.

Written By Khanne

Jan. 1, 2017, 11:18 p.m.(7/18/1005 AR)

It has been quite a week.

A week of one story after another.

A week of surprises, pleasant and not.

A week that has found a million questions raised....

A week with nowhere near enough answers found.

I am finally finding myself involved. it is daunting, but, I feel this is why I am here.

Written By Sigurd

Jan. 1, 2017, 11:16 p.m.(7/18/1005 AR)

It has been several months since I arrived in Arx now, and I can honestly say this city is not what I expected. It is far more, and far less, than what I was led to believe.

It is more, in the respect that I have learned more about the other Houses, and other ways of life, than I have ever thought possible. The ideals and passions fought for have a depth and nobility about them. Yes, even occasionally Thrax, for all their...Issues, a couple of them have a bit of nobleness and honor about them. A couple, mind. Even the Valardin? Some are not as straight-backed as I have been led to believe.

It is less in that there is still all the old problems that you have whenever you try to get more than three or four nobles in a room. So much deceit, backstabbing, doubletalk, and soft fancy talk. Okay...Okay, maybe I have been guilty of some of that myself. One does what one must to survive here. But I can only hope that when the proverbial shit hits the proverbial wall, we can figure out how to work together to take care of it, or there will be a hell of a mess.

Written By Costas

Jan. 1, 2017, 11:11 p.m.(7/18/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Cai

I knew instantly, on meeting this grizzled ranger, that we would become fast friends. We are both men who have lived most of their adult lives outside the lands of the Compact, and though those lands could not have been more far removed from one another, we have staggeringly similar perspectives about our new homes. If completely different ways of approaching the problem. He can also drink, which is critical for developing fraternity. I would be glad to have him with me on any trek, especially if I expected trouble.

Written By Cai

Jan. 1, 2017, 11:06 p.m.(7/18/1005 AR)


When I lived with the tribes or visited them during my time in the woods, I found a distinct lack, a pride in not having to know other people's business. I came and went as I pleased, trading and offering news of other tribes. This was good work, I enjoyed it. It was fulfilling.

But if I read one more damn journal about how someone is absolutely gushing over someone else, I may vomit. Or how about this person was horrible or another was a saint. I don't really understand it. I'd never want people to know what I really thought. Maybe there's something to that whole black journal thing. Maybe.

I bitch, and yet hear I sit, writing out of some blasted desire to do so because it's apparently something that Arvani do. The hypocrisy is not beyond me. The longer I stay in this city, the less I feel like I understand.

Written By Fortunato

Jan. 1, 2017, 11:05 p.m.(7/18/1005 AR)

A garden, cramped in by iron fencing, the gate open. The interior, overgrown and dense, is a wind of vines, rose bushes, woody stunted trees, herbs wound around the stunted trunks almost to the point of stranglement. But only almost. The leaves of trees, herbs, vines are dew-lit, damp, all green and healthy enough. Just— too much. Patches of ruin peek through the foilage, worn stone, broken tile, collapsed past recognition. Near the opening of the garden, six cups, all glistening but battered metal, tin, perhaps. Each cup planted with tiny, just-budding flowers.

Written By Sigurd

Jan. 1, 2017, 10:57 p.m.(7/18/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Nadia

My darling cousin. She is so sweet on the surface of things, but underneath, there are dark depths. Perhaps this is the reason for her close friendship with some Thraxians? Regardless, a more fine cousin I could not ask for, and I am not merely saying that because Cassius managed to recently best me (barely) in the sparring ring. No, she has been most generous with both time and effort since my arrival in Arx, and I look forward to working with her more in the future.

Written By Branan

Jan. 1, 2017, 10:56 p.m.(7/18/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Costas

This sellsword is... a curious man. He always has fine drink, and he never is shy about sharing it.

Written By Branan

Jan. 1, 2017, 10:55 p.m.(7/18/1005 AR)

Sometimes, you can only stand before the world and shout your joy for its glory.

Written By Zhayla

Jan. 1, 2017, 10:54 p.m.(7/18/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Samantha

The Marquessa. Samantha. Sam. She goes by a lot of names, but she extended a hand when she didn't have to: to protect, and to help me get to my feet. I don't know what to make of Arx yet, except that it's weird, and there are a lot of people who are willing to run around and hit each other fun, and some people will pay money for that, but I know what I think of her. I'm glad to be part of her household. Even if some of it's a little weird.

Written By Serafine

Jan. 1, 2017, 10:47 p.m.(7/18/1005 AR)

Finally found a use for the furniture Mother left behind, a whole set of mahogany furniture Father had crafted for her. It's been sitting aside getting dusty but a little oil and some elbow grease, and a fine thing to loan a friend. I hope she likes it.

...damn. I should perhaps -tell her- that it's on loan. She might be vexed with me...

Written By Joscelin

Jan. 1, 2017, 10:39 p.m.(7/18/1005 AR)

My guards won't let me feed them. At least, they will in shifts but it's frustrating.

How can I show my appreciation if they don't let me take care of them?

I'm going to knit them hats or something. Sometimes they're hard to keep track of but I'm learning their names.

Written By Rowan

Jan. 1, 2017, 10:28 p.m.(7/18/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Drea

It has been a few years since my teacher told me it was time to learn from experience rather than from her, that it was time to find my own understanding of what it means to be a shaman. I have been doing that. I have been walking my own path, and it has lead me to Arx, to meet Mother Bear, and possibly the next guide through that part of my life. There is wisdom and there is experience and there is a quiet formidability in her presence. I look forward to learning from my works with her.

Written By Calista

Jan. 1, 2017, 10:24 p.m.(7/18/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Donella

She enjoys the sweet sounds of my Alejandro's strumming.

Written By Calista

Jan. 1, 2017, 10:23 p.m.(7/18/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Leo

We had a talk this week. It was 'The Talk'. I was not ready for this talk but I knew it was necessary. I hope to never have this talk again.

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