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Written By Donella

Dec. 18, 2016, 10:29 p.m.(6/4/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Rook

I am grateful to the Minister of Coin for the generous bestowal of his company upon request. It is pleasant to sit and talk with someone who wants nothing that I have to give, and who may be depended on. He is charming.

Written By Calypso

Dec. 18, 2016, 10:13 p.m.(6/4/1005 AR)

When I close my eyes at night I can remember the sound so vividly. The crash of wave after wave of powerful salt water lapping against the rocks and sand. The loud rumbling of the powerful sea at night. The occasional stray wave hitting out of sync with the others, curling across the loose sand and making a new rhythm to the sound. It is calming more than any other sound I can recall. Both powerful and ever changing. The sounds of the ocean remind me that you can't plan for everything. You can't predict what will come next, who will come in to your life, who will leave it suddenly. The only constant is change itself.

I'm not good at poetry. I am however very grateful for the strong people who come in and out of the tides of my life.

Written By Garza

Dec. 18, 2016, 10:06 p.m.(6/4/1005 AR)

Kisses on the cheek are nice.

Kisses on the mouth are better.

Just sayin'.

Written By Garza

Dec. 18, 2016, 10:03 p.m.(6/4/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Serafine

So she ain't a princess. I mean, she is. But she ain't looking like one, not like that Redrain one that's for certain. So Valencia she ain't, and that seems to suit her fine.

She looks dangerous, which is hot, capable which is good. I might let her beat me up some, just to see how hard she hits.

Written By Serafine

Dec. 18, 2016, 9:59 p.m.(6/4/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Garza

All angles and smoke. What you see is what you get, but that doesn't mean he isn't hiding more. He looks like he might even have some edges under those sleeves.

Long edges. The kind that pierce the retinas and straight to the gray matter underneath.

I like him. Jerk.

Written By Serafine

Dec. 18, 2016, 9:58 p.m.(6/4/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Julea

Garza called her 'tough and cute'.

He ain't wrong.

Written By Fortunato

Dec. 18, 2016, 9:48 p.m.(6/4/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Juliet

Sketch. A mirror hung in the high branches of a tree, and it's an especially branchy tree. Variety of branches, knotty, loose, brittle, stretched. In the main, the shape is graceful, but the sheer complexity and conflict of the branches is eyecatching in a way not altogether comfortable. The dense root system mirrors the branches. Despite the oddness of the sketch, it's lit comfortably, warmly.

Written By Dominic

Dec. 18, 2016, 9:47 p.m.(6/4/1005 AR)

No one told me to go out and make friends, establish connections and all sorts of things you expect a prince to be able to do. I figured that if I make myself useful I will be giving more responsibilities or maybe I make my own responsibilities. Whatever the case I have made myself more approachable for the sake of family matters. I'm still not wasting my time with dumb shit.

Written By Mason

Dec. 18, 2016, 9:45 p.m.(6/4/1005 AR)

I feel like I'm going mad. The more I think upon, the more I ruminate on it and the more I hear, the more frustrated I become.

Who are you. Why did you do what you did? What made me exempt? Why did I live and the others die?

What makes me so damn worth it? What did I do? Why I do live and countless others lie dead?

Answer me, damnit. I deserve an answer. For everything. Just tell me, answer one blasted question.


Written By Garza

Dec. 18, 2016, 9:44 p.m.(6/4/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Anze

Redrain ain't one for titles. And that's quite alright with me. I mean, it ain't like I call them Silks anything but m'lord and m'lady anyway. Seems to me, those two words capture whatever their titles might be just fine.

That greatsword he carries is impressive. He's wanting to spar, and I'm wanting to oblige, but I ain't in top shape. Gotta do some training. Maybe I'll spar him anyway, and hope I don't get cleaved in two in the process.

Written By Dominic

Dec. 18, 2016, 9:44 p.m.(6/4/1005 AR)

The mill sent me the dog I asked for. Good stock; very brave but unpredictable. I got to train that out of it. We have been going through basic commands and trust test. I named the dog Mars after a story I read. I am very content with the beasts but one is not enough if I plan to help the family. They have been very patient with me but that only takes you so far and I need to start showing results.

Written By Serafine

Dec. 18, 2016, 9:28 p.m.(6/4/1005 AR)

If I hear another poet pouring sonnets and shite at me or within earshot, I might take up throwing daggers just to stab one in the bloody ey-

Written By Vincere

Dec. 18, 2016, 9:21 p.m.(6/4/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Fortunato

While we met by chance in the Archives, I've seen enough evidence of his skill to be grateful for that. He's a talented artist, and I look forward to seeing what he does with pen and brush.

Written By Ansel

Dec. 18, 2016, 9:12 p.m.(6/4/1005 AR)

Visited the Malvici's new Training Center on Lady Calypso's invitation along with Princess Alis and Princess Sophie. Proceeded to get knocked to the ground by the Lady General, and right after Princess Sophie gave me a favor.

At least the medics seemed to know what they were doing. I'll be bringing my armor next time.

Written By Freja

Dec. 18, 2016, 9:10 p.m.(6/4/1005 AR)

I saw them again. Same result, same reception from those around me.

The Spirits continue to test me and father's words still ring true in my ears as the cacophony of voices continue to clamor around - What is hidden in snow is revealed at thaw.

Written By Joscelin

Dec. 18, 2016, 9:07 p.m.(6/4/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Killian

Huntress? HA! It was a -fluke-, I'm never that lucky!

Written By Dominique

Dec. 18, 2016, 9 p.m.(6/4/1005 AR)

I have been lay low for such a long time. I caught some sort of lingering cold from the past winter. Staying to my quarters and reading is not suiting me. I wish to feel the grass between my naked toes again.

Then again I doubt anyone noticed my absence.

Written By Killian

Dec. 18, 2016, 8:46 p.m.(6/4/1005 AR)

Well..that was certainly interesting. Aislin drug me to the bonfire and hunt, and for reasons I will never understand I joined in on the hunt. I think I may have offended her cousin, whom I assured I would most likely come in last place when instead I drug back a ridiculously large buck. I tried to explain it was entirely a matter of pure blind luck, the woman who took down the two does spooked the buck, and it charged me...when I dove out of the way, it hit the tree and snapped its neck. I drug it back, but it's a matter of pure luck and nothing more. Still, all in all the event was certainly fun. To say that Whisper was a hit would be an understatement, she didn't seem to mind being the center of some attention.

Written By Ida

Dec. 18, 2016, 8:40 p.m.(6/4/1005 AR)

Not often, but perhaps every once in awhile, with loss comes something to help soften the blow. Even the passing of my husband eventually led to my life in Arx, so maybe it is true more often than I give it credit for. As usual, though, I go on.

I felt the loss of Baron Eos more keenly than I think I expected. Not in some ridiculous unrequited crush sort of way, of course. I just never expected him to be gone.

I wrote before about meeting Lady Niamh Greenmarch, who I admire. More recently, I've had the fortune of meeting more of the family and, by Gloria, what wonderful people. Young, the lot of them - which I do not mean as an insult - but I find myself fond of each of them already. Ladies Neve and Eirlys are like brilliant stars, so full of life and energy. Lords Rowan and Fiachra are a bit more reserved, but also such kind and pleasant company.

Losses can not be filled, I don't think, but perhaps the gods send us something to help soften the blow a little.

Written By Gisele

Dec. 18, 2016, 8:38 p.m.(6/4/1005 AR)

Vellichor, help me keep my eyes and ears open, my hands steady, my head raised. I am not your strongest servant, or your brightest, or your best, but my heart is yours, my will and my thoughts, all yours. What comes I will record for you and for those who follow after. May it please you, may it shed light on the darkness. By your will and your grace let mine be an open mind.

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