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Written By Morrighan

Jan. 19, 2017, 7:30 a.m.(9/14/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Ida

Fear not wonderful craftswoman, I'll join you with the 'If he hurts her, I'll kill him' part. Jos will be well looked after.

Written By Ainsley

Jan. 19, 2017, 2:27 a.m.(9/13/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Rymarr

Was that a joke? Are you joking with me? I can't tell. Does Sir Rymarr joke?

Written By Audric

Jan. 19, 2017, 1:31 a.m.(9/13/1005 AR)

Sometimes people accuse me of not taking things seriously enough. They're entirely wrong, of course. It's just that there's only one thing worth taking completely seriously, and that's the acquisition of coin. And times like this are the very best for that. Oh, what a lovely day. What a lovely, lovely day.

Written By Natalia

Jan. 19, 2017, 1:19 a.m.(9/13/1005 AR)

Sometimes, when your heart is heavy and broken in your chest, and your tears have dried their salted rivers down your cheeks - the only thing that can reach your soul is the best of friends. And two bottles of wine. And talk of handsome men. But without a doubt, all that is never needed is a friend.

And I am going to start wearing Lycene fashions, I believe. Juliet is much more beautiful than I in her ribbons and flowers! I will have to cover more skin, however. I don't know how she pulls it off so flawlessly.

Written By Calandra

Jan. 19, 2017, 1:14 a.m.(9/13/1005 AR)

Samantha donated a porcelain tea set with beautiful hand-painted rose design as a festival prize. It is so lovely.

Written By Calandra

Jan. 19, 2017, 12:33 a.m.(9/13/1005 AR)

Ms Julea crafted a short sword of perfect quality to be given out as a prize at the Festival. How wonderful of her.

Written By Inigo

Jan. 19, 2017, 12:25 a.m.(9/13/1005 AR)

It's easy to wile away the day when alcohol is involved... but it does make for some good conversation.

Written By Hana

Jan. 19, 2017, 12:22 a.m.(9/13/1005 AR)

I'm so sorry I made you worry, dad. And uncle Fort.

I owe those healers...

Written By Margot

Jan. 18, 2017, 11:48 p.m.(9/13/1005 AR)

The open mind must be hungry; it must also accept the truth, no matter what form it takes.
~ From psalms of Vellichor (21), Vellichor's Uncommon Prayer Book

Written By Alarissa

Jan. 18, 2017, 11:40 p.m.(9/13/1005 AR)

So much is uncertain these days, and I might dare admit there are one or two things in this world bigger than I. Perhaps it's time I threw back my bedroom's curtains and stepped back out into the sun.

Written By Cordelia

Jan. 18, 2017, 11:10 p.m.(9/13/1005 AR)



Dear Diary,

    I don't know what to say. I'm sitting here in the newly renovated Grimhall Longhouse, with more concerns than I have mental power to consider. Like pieces on a board, any action one way will more than likely have consequences elsewhere in the future. I'm glad Uncle Harald has come to Arx. I don't think I could handle all this on my own without going completely insane from the stress of it. I know I should be doing more, but anxiety and grief stills my hand. Already, friends have died in the face of all this uproar. It wasn't supposed to be like this. I was supposed to adventure across Arvum and beyond, maybe end up forced into some betrothal somewhere down the line, and then grow old while guiding my children to their own greatness. Maybe with a bit of extra adventure thrown in here and there for good measure. Instead, I'm being confronted by things and ideas that the whole of the Compact has regarded as impossible or unreal for centuries. I just don't know. I wished for excitement in my life, and now I've got more than I can reasonably handle. I need Father. I need the Sword of Grimhall. I need help.

Written By Anze

Jan. 18, 2017, 11:10 p.m.(9/13/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Darren

I'm an idiot, I think you know this already.

I'm sorry.

Written By Cordelia

Jan. 18, 2017, 11:09 p.m.(9/13/1005 AR)



Dear Diary,

    As I'm sure Father will learn anyway, I recently got into a sort of conflict with Prince Abbas, Reaver of Thrax. Clearly, I'm fated to make enemies of my childhood idols. So, back to the conflict. Asking Abbas for a favor, one thing lead to another, and he challenged me to a duel between longships. Muleheaded as I am, I not only accepted, but decided to oh so wisely decline my own champion. Long story short, I of course lost. Silver lining? Apparently some people believe I'm not only valorous, but I've got 'mettle.' Shockingly, one of these peoples happens to be a man of Thrax. I would have never thought I'd hear someone like him praise me for fighting. Perhaps there's still hope for Thrax yet.

Written By Cordelia

Jan. 18, 2017, 11:09 p.m.(9/13/1005 AR)



Dear Diary,

    So you know how I sometimes let my emotions and impulses get the better of me? Well. I'm sure Donella hates me now. While out touring the market, I found her trying on clothes at...oh where was it now? Anyway, the place doesn't matter. What matters is I may have spoken poorly to some Grayson Prince or other in her presence, and I've been so busy lately with Voice matters and everything else that I haven't had a chance to speak with her. I feel like there's now a sort of divide between us, and it's all my fault.

Written By Calandra

Jan. 18, 2017, 10:16 p.m.(9/13/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Ferrando

I sort of feel sorry for him, guarding me is going to be intense at times.

Written By Calandra

Jan. 18, 2017, 10:01 p.m.(9/13/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Rymarr

Sir Rymarr donated a Silver Fox cloak as a prize for the Festival.

Written By Calandra

Jan. 18, 2017, 9:56 p.m.(9/13/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Juliet

The lovely lady Juliet donated a great sum of silver the Festival of Commons. There will be ale and food for everyone. Thanks to her and Ms. Bethany.

Written By Calandra

Jan. 18, 2017, 9:55 p.m.(9/13/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Bethany

Bethany is quite the resourceful woman. She is helping to provide food and drink for my event.

Written By Ida

Jan. 18, 2017, 9:24 p.m.(9/13/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Joscelin

You so often give me reason to pause and consider, Joscelin, which are actually some of my favorite reasons for taking a break from my work.

Though I am not from the Lycene and make no judgments in that regard, I think I could kill my enemies with flowers, even as an Oathlander. I could just hold them in my fists. It seems a dreadful waste or something so pretty, but certainly doable I suppose. Maybe that's not /technically/ killing someone /with/ the flowers, but...close enough?

Written By Joscelin

Jan. 18, 2017, 9:12 p.m.(9/13/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Ida

Yes, Ida, but can you-


Well. I was going to say 'can you kill your enemies with flowers' but my father was Lycene. I know better than to say that out loud. Or write it down. Anywhere.

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