Written By Serafine
Feb. 10, 2017, 4:09 p.m.(11/24/1005 AR)
You don't say anything. You silently thank the gods they saw fit to grace you with the chance to witness such beauty.
Such is the case upon seeing Pietro and Ainsley exchange affections.
You witness the beauty and thank the gods for it.
Written By Pietro
Feb. 10, 2017, 4:08 p.m.(11/24/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Ainsley
Yet it seems to me that I have yielded utterly, and I have no intention of withdrawing that surrender anytime soon.
(But you may regret that blanket permission to kiss you anywhere.)
Written By Ainsley
Feb. 10, 2017, 3:07 p.m.(11/24/1005 AR)
Every time Pietro kisses me in public (usually in the training center) someone says, "I wasn't expecting that."
I'm not sure why.
I thought it was pretty obvious that I've been utterly conquered by the Lord Igniseri.
(*written down in the margin of the journal entry.* That is the absolute truth. Pietro, you can kiss me anytime and anywhere you want. I'll never object.)
Written By Dominique
Feb. 10, 2017, 1:40 p.m.(11/24/1005 AR)
I feel disconnected. But I am not sure how to connect. I spend most of my time on this design for the war machine. Though I understand the vague mechanics of it. I am unsure how I would build such a monstrous thing. It is the hope that a one manned machine may save the lives of many others. I miss my sister and cousin. Bianca is so busy and so smart. She seems to know everyone and is so good and socializing. I still flounder haunted by the ghosts of my past.
I could do more. But I don't know where I would better serve my family, house and the compact. Life greatly lacks fulfillment.
Written By Merek
Feb. 10, 2017, 12:15 p.m.(11/24/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Bianca
Written By Rainier
Feb. 10, 2017, 11:45 a.m.(11/24/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Belladonna
The threads he forged were proven strong, the fates woven, but why did he bind us?
Is the game afoot? Or is it long over?
Doubt is not the enemy. Doubt is a tool. Inaction is the enemy.
Written By Aureth
Feb. 10, 2017, 9:27 a.m.(11/23/1005 AR)
Written By Reese
Feb. 10, 2017, 7:47 a.m.(11/23/1005 AR)
You came to the aid of the Grayson's. Thank you.
That day we fought not only for the Grayson's, but for Compact.
I will come with you to fight with the Thrax.
I will fight with you as often as I can, until you feel your assistance has been repaid.
I cannot promise it will be every time.
My family needs my sword as well.
But your next bit battle, I am with you.
Thank you, Count Max.
I am sorry for the loss of your men.
But i know words are not enough.
Princess Reese
Written By Reese
Feb. 10, 2017, 7:23 a.m.(11/23/1005 AR)
I continue on.
I will be with Duke Cristoph in the Van.
The memory, the shadow, the lingering burn will only fuel my determination.
Gloria be with me.
Written By Rymarr
Feb. 10, 2017, 2:56 a.m.(11/23/1005 AR)
Duty can be overwhelming, so even in these troubling times we must remember as a united people that sometimes we must step away from the rigid structures of position and purpose. We must embrace the concepts within our lives that provide us with the reasons to fight today, tomorrow, and years into the future.
Appreciate what you have, be thankful for that which you are given, and remain resolute in the face of adversity.
The Compact and it's people will survive.
I do believe I will wear my red linen shirt tomorrow.
Written By Cassius
Feb. 10, 2017, 12:47 a.m.(11/23/1005 AR)
Shoot them in the mouth. Do not stab.
Duke Cassius Pravus, KoS
Written By Kima
Feb. 9, 2017, 11:35 p.m.(11/23/1005 AR)
Written By Jael
Feb. 9, 2017, 11:18 p.m.(4/6/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Michael
Written By Jael
Feb. 9, 2017, 11:14 p.m.(4/6/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Cristoph
Written By Cassius
Feb. 9, 2017, 10:19 p.m.(11/23/1005 AR)
I write this prayer today, instead of merely casting it to the heavens, as I celebrate the lives of seven men and women who served the Knights of Solace valiantly, and who died good deaths under my command, against the forces of evil. There were others that died as well, men and women of Grayson, of Ashford, of Darkwater, and I celebrate the life of these men and women, just as I celebrate the lives of any who stand in defense of Arvum against the darkness.
Gods light our path.
Duke Cassius Pravus, KoS
Written By Simone
Feb. 9, 2017, 8:51 p.m.(11/22/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Marius
My morning star and my evening rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song...
Written By Simone
Feb. 9, 2017, 7:24 p.m.(11/22/1005 AR)
Forgive me this self-indulgent analogy. A song is a participatory, unrepeatable process. And so is love.
Love and songs hide in the cracks of the world --not only between, but between the betweens, in the realm of quality, not quantity--in the unmanifested hope and the realized promise.
If no one were looking for love, our world would be in sad shape, some might say. But our world already is in sad shape precisely because so many people are on this quest which seems so laudable and reasonable until you examine the results of it.
The problem with looking for love is that it is the me that wants it. The me wants love in the form of pleasure, money, status, fame, and any number of other forms. And if the me wants these things badly enough, the me will get them. So selfish, so narrow-minded, so small.
Unfortunately, all the me gets is the forms and not the love. The me grabs for the beautiful flame and gets only hot ashes. I need to seek meaning in other avenues. Home, hearth, charity, giving - I will find the meaning, I hope.
Soon.
Written By Bethany
Feb. 9, 2017, 6:15 p.m.(11/22/1005 AR)
My notes have been meticulous. My moods since mercurial. To be expected, I think, as my patience frays. The research fruitless. The messengers return empty-handed because I do not send them out. All of my questions are not the right questions. I wish my research would step beyond the hypothetical to reveal answers. My plans are tentative, my results slow. I could focus on a dissertation on the subject.
If. If. If there was an advsior to ask, a mentor that would be beneficial --
( Enough. I need more sleep, more sustenance, more air and sun and wind and cold to remind me that I am alive. )
Written By Anabelle
Feb. 9, 2017, 4:35 p.m.(11/22/1005 AR)
Either I have so far lost my mind that this will be no more than chicken scratching on a sidewalk to be erased with the next passing kick of dust or roll of a wagon; or I have not and the only thing left to fear is the silence and unknowing. To any who were to read this, if this is to ever be read, if this is some how taken down off the shelf for some reason unknowing -- I am not insane, and neither are you unless you deny the existence of what is to come.
Written By Perrach
Feb. 9, 2017, 3:19 p.m.(11/22/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Leta
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