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Written By Ainsley

Jan. 3, 2017, 12:28 p.m.(7/23/1005 AR)

My ribs.

Oh, well, all is worth it to make certain that Alejandra didn't get crushed. Better my ribs than hers.

Written By Eirene

Jan. 3, 2017, 11:10 a.m.(7/23/1005 AR)

Sometimes I think I need to be more social. Othertimes I want to say screw it and stick to the few men (and occasional women) I spend most of my time with.

Sometimes I just want to crawl back into bed with a bottle and say fuck it to everything, but I have enemies to kill and friends to avenge and the whole damn world to protect.

Written By Alarie

Jan. 3, 2017, 10:59 a.m.(7/22/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Jareth

Jareth is a smooth, sweet talking actor from the theatre. He is quite seductive and rather charming! I met him just standing outside of the theatre and the two of us just struck up conversation.

Written By Bethany

Jan. 3, 2017, 10:42 a.m.(7/22/1005 AR)

Unknown and Unremembered
We guard against darkness

(I wonder, still, about the unsigned letters.)

Written By Denica

Jan. 3, 2017, 3:09 a.m.(7/22/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Max



((The fine vellum has written upon it some looping script, rather more sloppy than other entries.))

    Lest I never write another page in this volume, I must resist the hesitation to add the most trite or insignificant events. Therefore, a recording of a visit to the Ebb commences hereto forth:

    I gave my guards the slip, no easy feat, and I must take a moment to bask in that achievement, brief though it was. I was so very grateful to have left the crusty castle of my youth, only to fall into the cloying care of six guards, whom I assume my lord grandfather has set upon me for reasons doublefold: to keep me from trouble, and trouble from me.

    'Tis a shame I'm so wed to it.

    Aye, I gave them the slip and found myself at the Ebb, whereupon I took drink with the Count Maximillian and a Miss Alarie under the premise of being a commoner. 'Tis nice, sometimes, to hear what frank words spill out from others when you are not so shielded from it by nature of your blood. Even still, my heckles raise at foul language, and I felt blood come to my cheeks at some minor insult I came to bear. I imagine the cheap drink had something to do with it. A fun time it was all the same, to feel a whiff of autonomy, even at the cost of the silliness I promised myself to swallow. 'Tis such a very big thing to swallow! I might choke upon it!

    Yours Most Devilishly,

    Princess Denica

Written By Lianne

Jan. 3, 2017, 3:06 a.m.(7/22/1005 AR)

The news seems always to go from grim to grimmer. There is always more darkness lurking around the corner, more trouble looming on the horizon. There is no end to the work which must be done and not nearly enough time to do it.

Still, I find myself in high spirits, my heart light, my smile easy. These are small blessings, those few happy things which fill my head, but I am grateful for each and every one.

For the smoke on the water.
For the fur on my dress.
For the promise of something new.

For the stargazing and chocolate.
For the strength and grace.
For the advice which set me straight.

It will get harder from here. These precious things will help.

Written By Calypso

Jan. 3, 2017, 2:32 a.m.(7/21/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Mason

Never have I been more captivated by a story teller than I am when I listen to you speak. I know you understand this great burden better than most and I assure you that I will do what I can to shoulder the load. Things are grim and dark. Everyone knows this. But there are lights still in the friendships we forge and in the company we choose to keep close.

You are a warrior far beyond the skill you posses with a blade. And I am honored to fight by your side.

Written By Mason

Jan. 3, 2017, 2:20 a.m.(7/21/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Calypso

I'm sorry, my friend. These were not things I wished to tell you, but they were things you deserved to hear.

And now you know. I hope in time, that you will forgive me for telling them to you. And that you will eventually understand why I said what I did.

It is a burden, but it is a burden I believed you are more than capable of carrying. That is how deep my respect goes for your talents.

We will need leaders in the coming days, in the future. And a General cannot lead without the weapon of knowledge at her fingers.

That all said, forgive me what I have placed upon you.

Written By Gian

Jan. 3, 2017, 2:14 a.m.(7/21/1005 AR)

I have met a new enemy, and it can be slain with courage and steel.

I know not whether we will prevail, but now I know we can fight. And we shall fight.

For tonight, we won. All too small a victory, but for five souls on this one night, it is a start.

Written By Serafine

Jan. 3, 2017, 2:03 a.m.(7/21/1005 AR)

The scouting party was successful, in that no one died and we learned more about the enemy.

I am tired, heading to the House of Solace with Leta to get us both patched up.

The Bringer was bigger than the last two I tussled with. And he had clothes. And seven undead Shavs at his beck and call.

Also apparently, the watchers of the woods don't like scarred ladies in their trees. What's up with that?

Written By Calypso

Jan. 3, 2017, 12:10 a.m.(7/21/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Waldemai

I had an opportunity to meet with Waldemai this evening. He seems a strong sort, capable and polite. I summoned him to Arx to help streamline the input of fine Southport steel-work at the heart of the Compact. I imagine we'll be needing it sooner rather than later. No time like the present.

He looks like he could kick back nearly an entire bottle of whiskey by himself as well. I think I'll have to put this theory to the test soon enough.

Written By Waldemai

Jan. 3, 2017, midnight(7/21/1005 AR)

Met Lady Calypso Malvici today. She's the one who brought me up from Southport in the first place. She offered me her patronage and I accepted it with gratitude. Times have been tight since my old patron, Lord Jannon, died, so everything here feels like a fresh start now.

Written By Sigurd

Jan. 2, 2017, 10:15 p.m.(7/21/1005 AR)

I have heard that Mydas has recently settled all of our debts and troubles back home (at least on the financial side of things) and is making ready to return. I may already have my scouts and patrols out looking for trouble, but I still will not rest easy until my brother is safely back at my side where I can keep watch over him. Family is everything, especially in these dark times.

Written By Nekarris

Jan. 2, 2017, 9:46 p.m.(7/21/1005 AR)

((SCHOLARS NOTE- WILL OF THE DECEASED STIPULATED RELEASE OF HER BLACK REFLECTIONS))

If you fuckers aren't intending to actually PAY this teind then I will do what I can to make YOU pay. Believe it!

Written By Mydas

Jan. 2, 2017, 9:41 p.m.(7/21/1005 AR)

All the debtors have been accounted for. Any remaining debt has been settled. I now have fulfilled my duties, and can now begin preprations for my return. In a little less than two weeks' time, I will have returned to the capital. Until then, I'll keep busy and ensure all is settled in Stonedeep. I don't want to leave the capital for such lengths of time again, not with the troubles brewing in Arx.

Written By Angelo

Jan. 2, 2017, 9:04 p.m.(7/21/1005 AR)

With great pleasure I wish to herald that today I have arrived to Arx, eight days and seven nights on the road. Duke Leo had called for me, and of course I had to attend the calling of my liege as soon as I could, and he has introduced me as one of the voices of the Compact.

Written By Abbas

Jan. 2, 2017, 9 p.m.(7/21/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Zaina

She has been with my sister since as long as I can remember. Never was there a more loyal servant.

I have not seen much of my sister in many years. Nor her handmaiden.

Seeing her stirs memories of my parents. There have been times when I have had to prove my loyalty with great ferocity. And I've ever been Thraxian before all. Loyal to Hisself.

I feel myself being drawn to Eurus. My last journey was cut short. But it seems there is more -- as always.

I have always been one to be drawn to the tides of emotions. They are best bottled and reserved to be let out with rage upon the vulnerable nape of one's enemies; usually with an axe.

It is good to have Zaina back.

Written By Joscelin

Jan. 2, 2017, 7:37 p.m.(7/21/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Myrinda

I'm getting a little worn out about people grumbling about my near-mother.

Right, she's about as cuddly as a porcupine. Sometimes. She's also incredibly intelligent and worth her weight in salt or gold or whatever it is you value the most.

And if your skin is thick enough, she's one of the most talented clothiers in the Crafters Guild.

If you cannot handle the person she presents herself, clear as day, to be without remorse or apology, that's definitely -your- problem, not hers or mine. I can reassure you; she probably couldn't care less.

I'm not going to micro-manage any of my guildmembers; their trade and space is their domain. I am here to help them build their business, support them in anyway I can, and protect them as often as I am able. In that regard, I do not treat Myrinda any different than I do anyone else in my Guild.

Everything else, is family. And none of your business.

Written By Nekarris

Jan. 2, 2017, 7:36 p.m.(7/21/1005 AR)

WOW. I take back what I said. You aren't cool at all.

Written By Damon

Jan. 2, 2017, 6:55 p.m.(7/20/1005 AR)

Wyrmguards Invade Arx!

My beautiful little sister has arrived.

We're all here now. To say that I am pleased would be the understatement of the century.

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