Written By Caelis
Feb. 11, 2017, 3:43 a.m.(11/25/1005 AR)
Before I forget.
"The ocean is beautiful. She can be wicked, and merciless, but she is also giving, once you learn her secrets. There are waters so clear-you can see a rainbow of life below the boat, and sometimes, those moments before a storm comes, when dawn rises like a rose-with golden hues painting the calm waters...there's no richer feeling. Then the storm hits of course and you hate just fucking everything. But those dawns? Goddess' own."
"The ocean is beautiful. She can be wicked, and merciless, but she is also giving, once you learn her secrets. There are waters so clear-you can see a rainbow of life below the boat, and sometimes, those moments before a storm comes, when dawn rises like a rose-with golden hues painting the calm waters...there's no richer feeling. Then the storm hits of course and you hate just fucking everything. But those dawns? Goddess' own."
Written By Anze
Feb. 11, 2017, 2:54 a.m.(11/25/1005 AR)
It's getting colder out, finally. I can't wait to start wearing pelts once again, its been too damn hot in this stupid southern city. Maybe we'll actually get more snow than a light dusting this year.
Written By Ida
Feb. 10, 2017, 9:31 p.m.(11/24/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Acacia
Sometimes life gets a little out of your hands and you wonder if you're making good choices, following the right paths. You don't want to burden those closest to you with the small things when they have such big things to deal with. You don't want to burden people you aren't, perhaps, as close to because they haven't really signed on for that yet.
Maybe the gods know and they send - or return, perhaps - someone to your door just when you need a reminder of the good things. I will do my best not to say this in overly sappy, sentimental blathering, but by those very gods, I could not be more grateful for Mistress Acacia crossing my threshold once again. A poignant reminder that no matter how much things might change or grow shadowed, a drink and conversation with a friend can be a wonderful and welcome respite. That not everything always has to change.
Maybe the gods know and they send - or return, perhaps - someone to your door just when you need a reminder of the good things. I will do my best not to say this in overly sappy, sentimental blathering, but by those very gods, I could not be more grateful for Mistress Acacia crossing my threshold once again. A poignant reminder that no matter how much things might change or grow shadowed, a drink and conversation with a friend can be a wonderful and welcome respite. That not everything always has to change.
Written By Pietro
Feb. 10, 2017, 7:10 p.m.(11/24/1005 AR)
I _am_ pretty adorable.
Written By Pietro
Feb. 10, 2017, 7:05 p.m.(11/24/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Luis
I love my cousin Luis like a younger brother. I'm so pleased and proud to see him with my father's blade in his hand. He's distinguished himself valorously in the field before and I know that he is just the man we will need at my right hand in the coming weeks. Also, he's definitely the handsome one.
He has my complete confidence.
He has my complete confidence.
Written By Pietro
Feb. 10, 2017, 7:02 p.m.(11/24/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Quenia
My younger sister, Quenia, arrived from Granato this week to help keep us in line. It's good to see her. We were never that close growing up, since she warded with the Zaffrias and I with the Rubinos, but I still feel more like a family when we're all together. I'm sure with everything as in flux as it is, it will help Vincere to have another set of steady hands and clever eyes around to help out around here.
Written By Luna
Feb. 10, 2017, 6:40 p.m.(11/24/1005 AR)
I received a messenger from Lord Rowan Green about my talents. People in the city sure talk a lot. I hope I didn't do something wrong?
Written By Sparte
Feb. 10, 2017, 5:27 p.m.(11/24/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Roland
Commonality through common origins. Sparte wants to see Roland do well.
Written By Serafine
Feb. 10, 2017, 5:16 p.m.(11/24/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Yasmine
Fancy pants dancers have no sense of humor. Ugh.
Also there's a dirty joke about eating feline things that I will just side step.
Yasmine, you also still have my scarf. Give it back. It's my sister's.
Also there's a dirty joke about eating feline things that I will just side step.
Yasmine, you also still have my scarf. Give it back. It's my sister's.
Written By Sparte
Feb. 10, 2017, 5:13 p.m.(11/24/1005 AR)
I met someone even more new to the city than myself today. i left them a book to help them out, but I could tell they're struggling with a lot of challenges. I think I was able to help them. That was a good feeling. I'm hoping, the longer I do this guard thing, the more people I'll really be able to help.
Written By Yasmine
Feb. 10, 2017, 5:11 p.m.(11/24/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Serafine
What in the world have you been eating that would cause you to vomit -kittens-? Really, Serafine. Ugh.
Written By Serafine
Feb. 10, 2017, 4:11 p.m.(11/24/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Pietro
So utterly adorable, I could vomit rainbows, pink hearts, and fluffy kittens.
Written By Serafine
Feb. 10, 2017, 4:09 p.m.(11/24/1005 AR)
When you see a beautiful sunset, or a gorgeous view in the mountains, you don't stop and say, "I wasn't expecting that".
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.
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
Prince Ainsley Grayson has written of me as though I have conquered him.
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.)
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)
*Written in inelegant script.*
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.)
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)
My mother always said, "If you are losing hope, you are not doing enough." Though, when I try to be helpful, I feel I fall short. All I have to do is fulfill my duties and responsibilities. I sparred with Lord Ansel, quite faster than I anticipated, and hits hard! I am still mending bruises. I am glad I called mercy when I did. Walking with another limp was not something I would enjoy.
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.
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
Lady Bianca had to become the new Magister in the Scholars. Which means she can't be my patron. But I still am hopeful that I can assist her in any way that she needs when it comes to research. I'm hopeful we can become better friends, even if she seems reserved.
Written By Rainier
Feb. 10, 2017, 11:45 a.m.(11/24/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Belladonna
She is not as I expected. I do not know what I expected though - the circumstances are as unique as it gets. We were both conditioned to match a certain set of challenges and prove their superior - always superior - and her star is on the rise. I refuse to be a pawn but are we still sliding across on a board, matching wits with one we cannot see?
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.
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)
I bet if I had to spend less time and money cleaning up after you miserable scoundrels when you ruin the place I could afford better beer in the kegs.
Written By Reese
Feb. 10, 2017, 7:47 a.m.(11/23/1005 AR)
Dear Max,
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
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
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