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Written By Caelis

March 1, 2017, 3:39 a.m.(1/5/1006 AR)

Dinner was grand. I do love spending time with my family. When we are together, I can still see the children we were, before so many cares and responsibility were thrust on our shoulders. I don't know what the future will bring, but if I can keep the light on a little longer I hope it will help keep mine safe through the war.

May your hopes find safe harbor.

Written By Driskell

March 1, 2017, 2:21 a.m.(1/5/1006 AR)

There are many times that Thraxans might seem odd, upsetting, irritable, uncouth, wild, vicious and other unsavory words. The reality is that the sea demands one hundred percent of any who sail upon her back, she suffers no fools. But just as terrible and cruel the sea can be, there are unwritten mysteries and wonders that are hidden behind each wave. The scent of salt in the air, of wood creaking, a strong wind blowing...these things often can conjure images of the sea in any Thraxan making them miss home. Perhaps our land allies can think on these things as they walk on the ground that they have been born of and remember that Thraxans aren't terrible, we're just on foreign territory.

Whilst Arx has many wonders, the most beautiful place when one has to be on land is standing at the cliffside gazebo at Darkwater Reach. The mysteries are hinted at during sunrise and sunset if one is alone and listens intently while looking out at the bay of Thrax.

Written By Dagon

March 1, 2017, 1:02 a.m.(1/5/1006 AR)

I am a collection of wounds. My shoulder still aches from dislocation. My side aches from a knife. My wrist is sprained from a man's platemail. My soul is weary from the dying screams of the young and pure. But, we're on our way. Homeward bound. I am a conglomeration of aches, but most of all I ache for my bed, and for Margot. A hundred and twenty refugees are safe and sound in Bastion because of Serafine, Reese, and Tristram. I can sleep easier knowing that, at least. Knowing that we helped.

But over twenty men shed their blood in that meadow. I'm trying to remember each of their faces. I made it a point to see each and every body.

...but even as I fall asleep, the faces of the dead seep from my mind. They're replaced by my own. And it frightens me more than the dead, or the Bringers.

Written By Serafine

Feb. 28, 2017, 11:47 p.m.(1/5/1006 AR)

I don't understand the motivation behind such slaughter and mayhem.

But I suppose even the blood nurtures the ground, the flowers that will come in the spring and the trees that grow around the bodies. Nothing is wasted.

Unless it's the Silence.

Written By Aislin

Feb. 28, 2017, 11:02 p.m.(1/5/1006 AR)

For all that everything seems dire lately -- for all that things seem so difficult -- sometimes you can find moments of surprising peace.

A grand adventure on a small scale, just like when I was little. And a heartfelt request.

I have no idea where this will go, or how it will turn out. But it's nice to think I might not walk entirely alone, either.

Written By Demura

Feb. 28, 2017, 7:57 p.m.(1/4/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Elrych

I'm glad that you are always around to lend your support and have my back. You are truly invaluable to our house and a fundamental friend.

Written By Demura

Feb. 28, 2017, 7:54 p.m.(1/4/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Merek

It was a privilege to have you as a guest in our house. I'm glad that we came to an arrangement and we both see things through the same lens. Hopefully, we'll be able to help each other and the city of Arx.

Written By Demura

Feb. 28, 2017, 7:51 p.m.(1/4/1006 AR)

I hosted a dinner at the Chateau this evening with Merek Black, our protege being the guest of honor. We spoke about our intentions down the road, goals, and also came to a business understanding that I think will make for a beneficial relationship.

Written By Kima

Feb. 28, 2017, 7:17 p.m.(1/4/1006 AR)

I was recently asked what I wanted.

But I've since determined that there is a more appropriate question that people should ask themselves.

Having found Elysia, would you slog through the Abyss to return there?

Written By Aureth

Feb. 28, 2017, 5:54 p.m.(1/4/1006 AR)

Finally had a chance to catch up with Moira last night. A lot has happened in the past few weeks and you really don't get the sense of just how overwhelmingly weird our lives have become until you have to try to lay that all out for someone else.

Makes me think about family.

When I took over the bar, that was my clear responsibility for the Grayhope name, and I've worked since to try to remedy some of the ... oh, bad publicity ... that we might've had because of my cousin's questionable choices. I've been working to try to keep the place spic and span even under threat of severe mess, spruced up the menu a little bit with some good deals on whiskey and wine that some social contacts have helped me to make, arranged a regular menu so that people have some idea of what they're getting from the kitchen, and even found and put up a dartboard to give patrons something to throw something else at that isn't each other's heads.

But family is more than the Grayhope name. It's more than just me and Fortunato and Hana and cousin Moira.

It's good to remember that.

Written By Acacia

Feb. 28, 2017, 4:17 p.m.(1/4/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Harmon

A Master of Pockets. A Collector of Facts. An intriguing, swift-talking man who needs to eat more, sleep more, and possibly drink... less? Well, maybe more. There's very few that need to drink less if your life doesn't seem to rely on that at that minute.

Written By Aurelian

Feb. 28, 2017, 3:44 p.m.(1/4/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Donella

Good friend.

Written By Serafine

Feb. 28, 2017, 1:03 p.m.(1/4/1006 AR)

It's dangerous to make assumptions without in-depth research.

Written By Bethany

Feb. 28, 2017, 9:41 a.m.(1/3/1006 AR)

We know we are watched.
We hope - guarded well.
Do they know who they are?
If so, they never tell.

Written By Fiachra

Feb. 28, 2017, 9:17 a.m.(1/3/1006 AR)

We know what approaches. Walls are all well and good, but they fail to truly convey the spirit of those of the Compact that I have come to know. To that end, Alis and I decided that what was needed was something that would truly let those who might look to set siege to Arx know what we really felt about them. And of course, we chose for our model a man we both respect.

(OOC: What follows is a description of the object left outside the gates, as given to the recording scholar.)

Rude Snow-Edain

An imposing figure of piled snow; the ever traditional snow man, stands tall in front of the equally impressive walls of Arx. This one, however, has a few slight differences. The starched tabard of a Valardin Knight is proudly draped over the gathered and stacked snowglobes, for one. And where the arms might normally be just tree branches, these ones also have gloves on. Gloves that have been stuffed with straw and then tied and twisted and displayed so that both are quite rudely flipping off any who would dare encroach on the city.

That's right! The Valardin Snowlord is /here/, and he's not happy that you're trying to invade the city, Bringers!

Written By Jaenelle

Feb. 28, 2017, 7:37 a.m.(1/3/1006 AR)

I think my brother mistakes meanness for a deep, passionate, overwhelming need to keep those I love safe in the only way I am able. I do not have the skill of a sword of the strength to physically protect in that nature, and sometimes I am jealous of Leona in that regard. Our parents were murdered while the three of us were still so very young, perhaps too young to understand anything but that the three of us were all we had left. I will fight till my last dying breath to make sure that what I have left remains. I need Valerius and Leona more than I could ever say.

I should not be pitied for my lot in life, I am protected beneath Velenosa's banner as well as Thrax's. I have a home, those who love me, and those I have yet to meet who I am certain will. I might have lost much, but there is still so much to gain and with the God's approval I hope that I continue to accomplish those things in life I wish to.

There is one thing my brother has said that is true. I am proud that my father was a Redrain Prince, and I am proud of the history and always feel as if I am at home within the Redrain ward. It brings me closer to the man that was taken from me. So if when diplomacy and understanding do not work, if the rules within the etiquette guidebook fail, I am proud to have the temper of a Redrain.

Written By Calliope

Feb. 28, 2017, 7:26 a.m.(1/3/1006 AR)

How can one take something from someone that never belonged to the other person in the first place? My work, my efforts, they're undermined by the claim that someone's dream has been stolen, by my own success. Something I worked hard towards, something towards which I put in much effort. Some things are not attained by knowledge alone, but by connections, people skills, and effort. Simply accusing someone of taking is proof positive that there is a basic lack of understanding there.

And yet, I still feel badly.

Written By Ainsley

Feb. 28, 2017, 6:52 a.m.(1/3/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Valerius

As my liege has said: Tolerable.

Written By Julea

Feb. 28, 2017, 4:14 a.m.(1/3/1006 AR)

He said, "She was born of the sea and cast onto land. Now, she retakes it."

The other He said, "Upon the salt we are born and into the blood tide we cast our fates. Rise now, a Thraxian subject. Tears in our Wake."

Everyone shouted: "Never at our Wake."

I replied, "From this day forward, I am Thrax."

And it is so. I am now bound to the Thrax, by blood, by salt, by fealty, and eventually by marriage.

I was born on the salt, I was raised on a ship. But before my ninth birthday I was fostered by a Redrain man who become my beloved Father. No one else has earned the right to be my Father but this man who dedicated his life to raising me. But that doesn't change what I am. The saltwater is in my blood. But I will always be grateful for the care that the Redrain took of me, both in Three Trees, and in Arx.

I still don't like Rum.

Written By Hana

Feb. 28, 2017, 3:13 a.m.(1/3/1006 AR)

Tonight, I finished one of the nicest alaricite blades I've ever made, and with nothing more than a lot of hard work and careful time spent at the forge. I didn't work on anything else /all week/.

It's the sort of blade I think I'll see in my dreams, and I hope it can make a difference.

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