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Written By Cicero

March 5, 2017, 9:56 a.m.(1/13/1006 AR)

Duty before fear.
Heavier than a mountain
Some can't bear the weight.

Written By Abbas

March 5, 2017, 9:54 a.m.(1/13/1006 AR)

Sometimes I feel there is a darkness lingering under the surface. Steering you. Making you act.

This day each week I feel compelled to write. I have no desires, except this day -- to ever write. But when I wake there is a dull urge in the back of my head that transitions into some drivel or another.

I loathe paperwork. I don't mind maps. Strategy. Battle. And steering headfirst into a foul wind with axe in hand. But I loathe expressing myself in this manner. Except this day.

A strange thing.

A world of demons and elves. Of blood magic. Strange tides ahead.

Written By Cicero

March 5, 2017, 9:53 a.m.(1/13/1006 AR)

Hero to save me
Brave the danger and the cold
Thrown overhand down.

Written By Ophelia

March 5, 2017, 8:28 a.m.(1/13/1006 AR)

I wish someone would invite me to the ball or to the feast of the senses. But, i have already stuck my foot in it this week and i sense my luck is thin at best and i dont think i should go stag. Ah well.. Maybe next time?

Written By Selene

March 5, 2017, 8:04 a.m.(1/13/1006 AR)

Again, I find men are loose with all organs spare their hearts.
While love eludes me, I still find myself warm at night and my pocket full. Is it worth it?
Time to find more serious pursuits to find more serious men.

Written By Ophelia

March 5, 2017, 8 a.m.(1/13/1006 AR)

They say the king stirs as the army grows closer to siege. My heart flutters with fear and excitement. I wonder what this could mean.

Written By Luca

March 5, 2017, 7:35 a.m.(1/13/1006 AR)

Sobriety shouldn't be as hard as it's becoming. That can't be a good sign.

But neither should a break from the boredom, pain, confusion, and grief be such a sweet temptation that I'm willing to brave that sobriety just for chance at the _doing_ of something! That's not a good sign either in my opinion, though I suspect others who care about me would rather see me that way.

What happened to the lazy Luca who couldn't be bothered to do the things?

Do I want him back?

Written By Valery

March 5, 2017, 7:07 a.m.(1/13/1006 AR)

Family.
Family sounds like such a big word.
And everybody uses it so easily.
But what's exactly a family?
People that share blood and a name?
People that share a bond and love and care for each other?
I've seen how 'family' makes people angry, when they feel it's been offended. Violent. Illogical.
So why do I feel I'm missing something?

Written By Joslyn

March 5, 2017, 4:44 a.m.(1/13/1006 AR)

While I cannot say with certainty that this is indeed what I saw, I'm going to tell this to myself, and rejoice that I could be present for this first and very special moment for a new couple of Arx. I believe that I bore witness to a couple's first kiss (Whom I will not name directly in my white journal to preserve their privacy.) But it is such a beautiful and wondrous thing to see young love. My heart leaps, and is also heavy, and I just hope that this is the beginning of something long and beautiful, and that this isn't something that is cut short far before its time.

Is this city getting to me? Life was so easy and carefree before I arrived, and now I can hardly witness something pure and beautiful without worrying of dread and loss.

Written By Leta

March 5, 2017, 2:40 a.m.(1/13/1006 AR)

There was a contest sponsored by Princess Jaenelle, a test of physical skill and brawn and cleverness. And I think style counted for something too. I won it.

It was good fun, and the arena was a thing to behold. A whole ship and a pool full of water, built right for it. Maybe I ought to be a pirate, but I don't know a thing about sailing.

I nearly froze my rear off in the water, as I didn't think to bring a spare set of clothes or take off my boots. I won some writs that ought to come in handy. Then I also won another thing, and that's some time with Prince Cicero Velenosa, who gifted me with a piece of steelsilk for my win.

It's a wonderful thing. I'd never seen any before, much less touch it, and now it's mine. It's hardly enough for anything other than looking pretty. But I've got a right to dream of things.

Written By Octavia

March 5, 2017, 2:16 a.m.(1/13/1006 AR)

Odd that the king would wake after so long, so shortly before a threat descends upon Arvum. I have to wonder what it means.

Written By Preston

March 5, 2017, 2:12 a.m.(1/13/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Alaric

Praise be to the King, may he reign long, and may the gods long hold him and succor him and keep him.

May the Compact prosper beneath his leadership and may he rise with the support of the gods to be once again strong.

Written By Deva

March 5, 2017, 1:36 a.m.(1/13/1006 AR)

Sometimes life devastates us in ways we didn't realize were possible, and sometimes it takes us places we never imagined. There's always good to take with the bad. Balance. The concept has meant a lot more to me, lately. Without it, life feels like trying to run while wearing only one boot.

Written By Jasher

March 5, 2017, 1:18 a.m.(1/13/1006 AR)

I knew an effort was being made to wake the King. I'm more glad than I can say that it was successful. I can only hope the rest of our efforts work as well. I fear the costs will be higher though.

Written By Gabriel

March 5, 2017, 12:25 a.m.(1/13/1006 AR)

On this the 13th day of the 1st month of the 1006th year after the Reckoning, King Alaric, the Fourth of His Name has awakened from his deep sleep. Let us all give praise to the Gods, for they have answered the prayers of their people, and see this as a sign that the forces which stand against us are weakening and we are blessed in our cause.

His Majesty remains weak after such a trial, and it may be sometime until he is strong enough to return to the rule of his realm. Until such a time I, Gabriel Bisland, will continue to act as his Voice. Access to His Majesty will remain restricted until he is deemed strong enough to take on visitors and further duties, but all rejoice, for your Monarch has returned to you.

Duke Gabriel Bisland
Regent of the Compact

Written By Rymarr

March 4, 2017, 11:34 p.m.(1/13/1006 AR)

Praise the gods.

Written By Percephon

March 4, 2017, 11:17 p.m.(1/13/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Eirlys

Eirlys was one of the first people I met after my arrival here in Arx, and along with her brother, the first of the Greenmarch I met. On the surface, one might think the two of us near polar opposites. While my time is spent in books, and my emotions are reserved, Eirlys is one of the finest warriors that I have had the pleasure of knowing, and wears her emotions freely upon her sleeve. Yet I am certain this is the reason we have become such good friends. We both share a passion for teaching in our own ways, a loyalty to our families, and a desire to make things better in this world. This friendship has blossomed into something more akin to family: a cousin or sister, but regardless, a more steadfast companion to have your back, I could not ask for.

Written By Acacia

March 4, 2017, 11:11 p.m.(1/13/1006 AR)

I once told the Princess and her Cousin on a summer cruise that if she so wished it, I would assist them in stealing a ship of their choosing. Little did I realize she'd produce her own ship and a 'Prince' prize to go with it.

Bloody Gods, it was freezing cold, but it was exhilarating at the same time and I'd do it again without a thought. For entertainment and good will, it was perfect.

Mistress Leta was fantastic. I thought I was doing pretty good, but she'd just fly past. She was made for this kind of thing, really. I can't help but be a little envious.

I'm rather glad that Lord Franco and Orathy didn't end up tripping everyone on the way out though. It was good seeing the blood rushing through my Not-Uncle in the way it was and Lord Franco's a sight of his own.

Overall, it was a great success. But then again, I'm always a huge fan of the things Princess Jaenelle puts on.

Written By Gaston

March 4, 2017, 11:09 p.m.(1/13/1006 AR)

Dearest Journal, seeking out areas within the city can get one into places they should not go. Duly noted, and it would not be the first time I was told to leave a portion of Redrain property before.

Written By Esoka

March 4, 2017, 10:52 p.m.(1/13/1006 AR)

I have never been to sea, but I imagine it must be like being in this city. I feel small and tossed about in its vastness, as something far beyond me rages outside.

I am in a strange sea, and I feel the coming storm. Gloria, send me strength that I may face it with honor and resolve. I do not feel adequate for it, but I shall try to forge my body into a weapon that can stand against it. I pray it is enough. That time has made me enough of a knight for this.

I miss the Twainfort more than I thought possible. It has never felt so much home to me as it does now, that I am far from it. I pray that Petrichor sees me back to what has become my home soon enough, though I fear it shall be many days before I see it again. My duty is here now. I shall get it done. However I am called to it.

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