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Written By Leola

April 9, 2017, 8:48 a.m.(3/27/1006 AR)

After her Radiance advertised for the romance series, I went immediately to ensure an order was placed so that my patron, Lady Juliet Fidante, would be assured of a copy. The silver does not concern me; she's pledged more than enough to me for my support of late; and I'm fairly sure it would be returned anyway if I asked for it.

Lady Juliet Fidante, should you read this; I sincerely hope you enjoy the tales, and find them to your taste.

Written By Valery

April 9, 2017, 8:01 a.m.(3/27/1006 AR)

Working with other people was interesting.
It would had been more if they would share more of what they know...

Written By Tobias

April 9, 2017, 6:21 a.m.(3/27/1006 AR)

For the confused out there; while being mercenaries means the Crimson Blades work for the highest bidder... that doesn't mean we take suicidal contracts.

Our job is to fight your wars for you, not to die in your wars for you. Most of us do not have a death wish; we get into this profession for all kinds of reasons... and if a death wish is one of them, expect your silver to be thrown away. I'm perfectly happy with directing war efforts myself... or leading the Crimson Blades under another General. I've done both in my time as Lord General.

We are, as I speak, patrolling the walls and the river and docks with five hundred of our personnel for our client. I expect them to be there until the siege ends. This doesn't mean they expect to die defending those places. In fact, they have orders to fall back and regroup to wait for backup if the enemy employs overwhelming numbers.

Their job is to fight the war, not to die in it.

Written By Moira

April 9, 2017, 6:04 a.m.(3/27/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Mikani

A kind and valued friend. A kind woman with a good sense of humor. She does not need me to watch her back, but should she need it, I have her covered.

Written By Armel

April 9, 2017, 4:57 a.m.(3/27/1006 AR)

It itches. How can something that is no longer there /itch/? My eye didn't even itch before...And it still feels like it's there sometimes. Fucking insane is what it is.

I swear by all that is holy you will pay for this, demon.

Written By Ann

April 9, 2017, 3:38 a.m.(3/27/1006 AR)

Document the eighth:

1 tree
2 twigs
3 or 4 leaves
2 near misses but then whisky in abundance
1 very impressive, nameless gentleman

I bet you think this journal is about you, don't you?

Well, you're right.

Written By Silas

April 9, 2017, 3:20 a.m.(3/27/1006 AR)

I have been forgiven, but I'm not sure I deserve it...

Still... I'm happy.

Written By Aiden

April 9, 2017, 2:16 a.m.(3/27/1006 AR)

Good things that happened to me:
- A mystery basket with gifts was left in my room for me to enjoy. It included a book, tea, chocolate, and cologne!
- Prince Laric returned my messenger and with good news! I'm looking ahead. I might yet have a purpose to make proud the Grayson name!
- I obtained the volumes of law and have studied them.
- Silas, Barric, and other individuals saved us all in the Hall of Heroes.
- Father Orazio reminded me of what matters being a Grayson
- I survived.

Bad things that happened to me:
- My sister confronted me.
- I had dead body thrown at me, thrown by a Bringer. The same one who tried to lift me up by my neck.
- I saw a lot of people killed and killing.
- I am pretty sure I was poisoned.
- I don't like being a mouse.
- I used my bow for the first time against ... a being? They said it was a Bringer.
- I screamed a lot and was a coward.

Written By Agnarr

April 9, 2017, 1:28 a.m.(3/27/1006 AR)

Sometimes wish the gods, spirits, elves, and fiends weren't so up now.

Common Shav bandits were easy coin.

Written By Eirlys

April 9, 2017, 1:19 a.m.(3/27/1006 AR)

I was hoping things would be peaceful but it turned out not so. Three bringers attacked in the Hall of Heroes. I am thankful for those who were there and those I fought along side. I am so glad Percy was able to help get people out while the fighting happened. I worry about the young woman who was there. The one that told us we could vocabulate later. I should find her and make sure she is doing alright. I know from experience that what happened is not easy to process.

More and more losses, more people being hurt because of what is happening and not just physically. I hope and pray with all I have that we can fight back more. That we can stop this siege and that we can keep people safe. I also hope that we will not see overly eager people spoiling for a fight as if boredom were the worst thing to be feeling right now. So many dead, so many hurt, now is not the time for over eagerness. Now is the time for serving and protecting.

Written By Ford

April 9, 2017, 1:18 a.m.(3/27/1006 AR)

Did I witness a God with my own eyes?

Yes.

Did it feel like my very insides were trying to escape my skin?

Yes.

Do I trust the gift she bestowed upon 'her priest'?

Not for a fucking second.

Written By Malik

April 9, 2017, 12:53 a.m.(3/27/1006 AR)

Arx is a very interesting city.

Written By Aureth

April 9, 2017, 12:41 a.m.(3/27/1006 AR)

Many bore witness to the hand of the Queen of Endings and Beginnings upon me today. Many heard Her say what Her gift shall be. Many heard me say that this is Her City and that we will defend it. We will defend Her, as She guards the souls of the fallen, and weaves them into their new lives.

Let tonight be an end of uncertainty. Let it be the beginning of hope. Open your hearts to faith. Join hands in love, in remembrance, and in the grace of the gods. Remember the goddess in night and starlight, as cold and beautiful as winter midnight, and know that we are not alone in this fight.

Stand with me, Arx. Stand before Death. Defy the Void and embrace life, and lives, and the future of the cycle.

She is with us.

Written By Thena

April 9, 2017, 12:17 a.m.(3/27/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Aureth

Aureth told me earlier today not to be a stranger.

I think that just got a lot more difficult.

Written By Esoka

April 8, 2017, 11:21 p.m.(3/26/1006 AR)

When I think of my father, my memories come in impressions like dreams. The smell of leather and pipe smoke. The glint of the sun off his ax as he practiced his forms among the warriors. His rough voice and blue eyes, like mine.

I can't say I knew him. I was barely older than little Lord Tiber when he fell, in one of the countless fights over game and territory that mark the Gray Forests. My mother told me stories and built a tapestry of memories out of them like a blanket. I was told I'm like him, but I don't know if it's true, much as I'd like it to be.

My mind goes often to the dead these days. My mother, my father, my grandfather. Ancestors that were long dead before I even drew breath. Bonds long gone.

I dream of them. If it was just a dream. I wonder what they would make of my life. Would they be proud of what I've carved for myself? Or would they wish I'd taken to a free life in the forests and refused to bend the knee, like my wild sister so long gone?

I know not. But I hope, in my heart, they'd be proud that my sword is to be put against the dark forces besieging this city right now. There are times I think I can feel them, even if they are long gone.

I don't care if this is a dream or not. It gives me strength, and makes me hold close where I come from. I shall take of that what I can get.

Written By Calaudrin

April 8, 2017, 11 p.m.(3/26/1006 AR)

I am not marrying Magpie either. Not even if Death herself comes back and decrees it. She can suck my soul right on out.

(please no one pray to any gods to get that claim tested)

Written By Calaudrin

April 8, 2017, 11 p.m.(3/26/1006 AR)

Earlier in the week, I took a lantern. All over it I scrawled the personal stories that I remembered from the guards we've lost since the siege started. I'll be honest, most of them were funny or stupid. They were things that make me smile when I look back on them. I felt like if I was going to make some grand gesture, it might as well be sending forth those good feelings into the universe. I try not to dwell on death.

I try not to dwell on death.

I. try. not. to. dwell. on. death.

Except that sometimes Death just strolls right on into your heartwarming religious grieving ceremony and bestows an undead army on someone. But not before letting phantom spiders fall down on you and making said man glow with light.

I hope Aureth is a responsible person.

Written By Aleksei

April 8, 2017, 10:41 p.m.(3/26/1006 AR)

I do hope that Officer Calaudrin and Master Magpie ask me to officiate their impending nuptials.

Written By Alis

April 8, 2017, 10:31 p.m.(3/26/1006 AR)

With as much going on as there is right now, I must admit to a some disappointment that I had the misfortune to miss the appearance of the Goddess of Endings and Beginnings. The touch of the divine right now is more important than ever. We must continue to keep faith.

Written By Mira

April 8, 2017, 10:20 p.m.(3/26/1006 AR)

Met with the Chief Magistrate, Octavia, today. She seemed really impressed with my credentials! I brought all my certifications, transcripts, and journals. She was wearing the heavy chains of office, even in her private dwelling space. Very dedicated. Looking forward to working with her.

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