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Written By Anze

March 4, 2017, 5:33 p.m.(1/12/1006 AR)

Loyalty is important. If you swear loyalty to something that should matter. Those that abandon their vows and do what they want, break oaths and disregard who they are? Those people are bad people and should be treated as such.

Written By Mae

March 4, 2017, 3:02 p.m.(1/12/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Magden

Dear Miss Magden,

I was a commoner once. While I understand we nobles must handle much stress, such as saying putrid words like "I'm sorry", I would caution that being common will cut into your le- leizure time muchly.

I do hope you find yourself a warm place to sleep! Might I suggest you collect Black Mountain adverts and use them to line your bed? It will help keep away the shivers, and keep the hay from poking you.

Sincerely,
Prince Mae Culler

Written By Owain

March 4, 2017, 2:54 p.m.(1/12/1006 AR)

Sold the first bottle of Dreamwine a few days ago. Guess I can add merchant to my list of skills now. The stuff has an interesting flavor - a good one once you get used to it - but it's the lucid dreaming that's the real selling point I think. Plus the crystal decanters are really pretty. Hopefully, it'll lead to some good trade for House Leary. And maybe an increase in my pay.

Gotta make the most of things when you're not under siege with shavs and demon things trying to kill you.

Written By Mae

March 4, 2017, 2:48 p.m.(1/12/1006 AR)

Luca Velenosa has given me his title. I am now Prince Mae, High Lord of the Lower Boroughs.

I swear to my people my rein will be as long as it is just.

My first act as High Lord will be to have all of Velenosa's shipments of candy and sweet wines directed to me, personally.

Prince Mae Culler
High Lord of the Lower Boroughs

Written By Jasher

March 4, 2017, 2:44 p.m.(1/12/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Juliet

Had a very interesting and informative conversation with her last evening that spanned several hours. I'm looking forward to the next one. Shame she isn't male.

Written By Sylvie

March 4, 2017, 2:17 p.m.(1/12/1006 AR)

[Entered into the archives of Gemecitta.]

While I am here to see to other duties, my responsibilities to my people are not forgotten. Duke Rubino and I are in Arx, fighting every day for you. For the prosperity of our lands, for the safety of our people, so that we all may have a future together. But what good is that if our vision of the future is not the same as yours?

While I am here, I will open up a forum to discuss our future. Any and all may come and speak before me, and I will in turn, share this with Duke Rubino when I return to Arx. I may be here to win swords to the war and coming siege, but I will not overlook my people.

Written By Sylvie

March 4, 2017, 2:08 p.m.(1/12/1006 AR)

[Entered into the archives of Gemecitta.]

Word has reached me of two separate events in Arx. It seems, as I have lost a cousin, the Graysons are returned one, perhaps.

What can one say of either of these events? For the Compact, for the Graysons, I can only offer hope in the future. For my own family and Gemecitta, we must suffer another loss. I will leave the words to address such actions to my Voice, as such actions happened in Arx and she was there to bear witness.

Only will I note, this juxtaposition has not fallen unnoticed. If the Thirteenth had something he wished to say, I have taken note.

Written By Juliet

March 4, 2017, 1:40 p.m.(1/12/1006 AR)

By all accounts I missed a spectacular set of duels last night. The old me would be lamenting duty and responsibility, how it held me away from fun.

Yet... I find that - if I can't witness these events myself, I will cherish the retellings of those that did.

That said, with what little I've heard, I wonder if I can feel some kinship with Lady Magden. I have, too, felt furiously upset with my family when I felt they didn't support me.

I once threatened Duke Leo with running away, and joining Whisper House or the Faith. I think it's the only time I've actually seen him mad, rather than resigned or disappointed.

And seeing him mad stopped me in my tracks. He advised me, with restraint, to reconsider until morning.

Of course I didn't leave my family. I love them. I imagine, when not feeling trapped and caught and with her pride wounded, Lady Magden loves her family as well.

As Lady Lydia writes in her own journals, I hope they can all move part this, and find forgiveness in each other.

Written By Orathy

March 4, 2017, 1:02 p.m.(1/12/1006 AR)

*Another badly written scrawling... as if it were made late at night, but really, it's just horrible penmanship*
Reckon be thinkin of doin somethin tha earns me some more silver... guards be sayin they be payin well... nawh, Kings Own ... reckon I be thinkin long bout seeing ta how one gets recruited thar...

Written By Aislin

March 4, 2017, 12:59 p.m.(1/12/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Niamh

I find myself actually at something of a loss for words, for once.

I'm hardly the easiest person to get close to. I know I'm not all that keen on physical contact sometimes. I'm someone who takes time to warm to the idea of a relationship, and when I do, I want more than companionship. I want /partnership/. Someone who'll be at my side on expeditions, someone to share a campfire with, someone to /explore/ with. Whether that exploration is out in the world or the Stacks of the Archive.

Usually by the time I start to think I /could/ find that partnership with someone, they've already gone and found their own partner somewhere else.

Somehow I never expected to be the one who'd get asked. I certainly never expected to be wooed by someone setting up an entire adventure in a treehouse, just to give me a chance to travel again -- to show how a partnership could work.

I'm still mapping this path; it's unfamiliar territory. And honestly, I'm a little more terrified than anything I've ever done as an adventurer. Crumbling ruins, ancient catacombs, forgotten tombs... the truth is, that's /easy/ in comparison. If something goes wrong out there, I'm the only one at risk. But here? A misstep, a mistake, could hurt someone else. Someone who I care about.

But the truth is, I'm enjoying it, too. It gives me something to fight for... something new. I've had ideals, before, but they were abstract. Fighting for humanity in the abstract is all well and good, but especially in times of darkness, it's nice to have someone there at your side. Someone to travel with you, to support you when you need it -- and who you support in turn. Someone to help lead you back out of the darkness when you end up there.

Someone radiant, who'll try to get you to shed the armor for a little while. Both literally and metaphorically.

Written By Orathy

March 4, 2017, 12:53 p.m.(1/12/1006 AR)

*written in bad writing*
Otha than me reuniting with me woman, be nothin happenin 'n nothin ta keep me interests...
Somedays, jist wish fer the walls ta be crumbling down 'n shavs ta be pourin in, jist fer somethin ta do round here..

Written By Valery

March 4, 2017, 11:41 a.m.(1/12/1006 AR)

I thought I was forgetting about it, but there it is, again...

Sleeping has become quite a task.
I don't know where to sleep.
I cannot sleep in my room with that there.
I cannot sleep in his room, he's not there.

Written By Silas

March 4, 2017, 9:09 a.m.(1/11/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Ainsley

Well, he finally beat me.

Kudos!

Written By Lydia

March 4, 2017, 8:44 a.m.(1/11/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Magden

Well! This is a truly sad turn of events. I do not mean the rumors of the king possibly waking. That would be glorious news indeed! I mean the news concerning Magden.

For whatever role my own actions played in driving her to this, I am truly regretful and hope that she will find peace of mind and the ability to reconcile with her relations.

Written By Caelis

March 4, 2017, 3:50 a.m.(1/11/1006 AR)

New rule, don't bargain tired. I really could have gotten more, I bet. Slowly I am meeting more people, I'm grateful for this moment of calm to reflect and prepare. There are likely too many parties, but that could just be my own taste and personal horror for dancing. As much as I dislike riding, I will ride out for a mission before braving a dance floor any day. Is that dreadful of me?

Written By Silas

March 4, 2017, 3:43 a.m.(1/11/1006 AR)

The Iron Guard's recruitment drive was far more successful than I planned for, especially given the circumstances surrounding the Boroughs as of late.

Now to hire, train, equip them to the end of the siege at least, which could go a very long way to balancing out the numbers that the Bringers of Silence are bringing to bear against the city... if I can find the people, money, and equipment for it.

Written By Mae

March 4, 2017, 1:41 a.m.(1/11/1006 AR)

I have been asked to join the Heart in Hand charity group. I'm not entirely sure what all it does, but I trust Princess Sophie to not steer me wrong. It was a bit strange that I had to sign so much paperwork. Is paperwork a Thraxian custom? Whatever the case, I am excited! Hopefully we can start to make some lasting changes.

Written By Dominique

March 3, 2017, 7 p.m.(1/10/1006 AR)

I'm not much of a betting woman. But a duel is a duel, spar or not.

Written By Rowan

March 3, 2017, 5:34 p.m.(1/10/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Khanne

I would live in the Spring as long as I could. I would linger there and never truly grow, never truly change, in the thrill and the life of it. I will think back to the Spring often, and miss it I am sure. I will remember it with laughs and sly grins and warm smiles. I will remember the rain and the muddy path. It is difficult to leave behind, when I didn't recognize it for what it was for too long. I will not revisit this Spring again in anything but memory.

But Summer stretches out ahead with its own promises of growth, of long days to fill twisting roots deep into the earth before Autumn arrives. I welcome the Summer.

Written By Rowan

March 3, 2017, 5:23 p.m.(1/10/1006 AR)

The glade was home to a number of species - squirrel to bear, beetle to owl - and though they didn't always get along, most lived in a natural kind of harmony. There was one species though, above all others, that were loathed throughout the glade.

The peacocks.

The peacocks crowed and cawed at all hours. They made a great show of themselves as they strutted around and ensured that no ear in the glade did not hear of their granduer, their great well of insight, their magnificent bravado, and their rapier quick wit, even if it was rarely aimed to anyone but their own flock.

In all their cries to one another, they never noticed that the other animals of the glade did not agree.

One day one peacock found itself walking without the rest, and being the social beast it was, sought out the company of others in the glade. Some found excuse, some only scowled and turned away. Peacock became more confused and dismayed with each rejection. In time, the peacock found itself sulking by a creek and complaining at length to a weary old turtle.

The turtle listened with patience while the peacock lamented, 'Why do they all turn away rather than speak to me? Why do they not listen to my jokes and my cleverness?'

'Because they do not like peacocks,' the turtle told the peacock bluntly, being too old, and too tired, to cushion the blow.

'But why not? We are fantastic! Haven't they heard? We are the smartest and the funniest and the bravest in the glade,' the peacock protested.

'They have heard. They have all heard,' the turtle returned. 'You make sure no one could go a day without hearing it, but that doesn't make it true. Have you ever heard it once from outside your own flock?'

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