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Written By Alarie

Dec. 30, 2016, 5:19 p.m.(7/11/1005 AR)

Seasilk. For so long it has eluded me. The price is high. The silk so rare. Yet, here I am with a pile of seasilk in hand. Lady Margot has commissioned me to create a wonderous item for her. A dress, made of seasilk. If I am successful in this endeavor, it may open up new opportunities for the future. I am excited. I am nervous. This is a big step for me in my crafting future.

Written By Percephon

Dec. 30, 2016, 5 p.m.(7/11/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Reese

Such a chance encounter at the Temple to Gloria. She only offered her first name, and I have some small nagging thought that I should better recognize it. Still, it was far better to preserve the mystery I think. She's an intriguing one, with more riddles to unravel than one might think at first glance.

Written By Ida

Dec. 30, 2016, 3:58 p.m.(7/11/1005 AR)

Visiting the Hall of Heroes, to me, is a bit like a sermon on history; a near-religious experience and step into the deep past. When I completed Lord Fiachra's second weapon, I asked him to meet me there so I could deliver it. Admittedly, I suspected he'd not yet been to the Hall and wanted to introduce it to him.

I think it's almost as enjoyable seeing someone else discover the wonders of the Hall for the first time as it is to see it that first time yourself.

Written By Bethany

Dec. 30, 2016, 3:58 p.m.(7/11/1005 AR)

My meager attempts shall endure:

'Tis difficult, I find, offering verse on demand -
thoughts to words, pen in hand.
(written quickly else they disappear
unfortunate and suddenly, I fear)
They flee, erased - as swift as tides clear the sand.

Written By Ida

Dec. 30, 2016, 3:48 p.m.(7/11/1005 AR)

It has been a quiet week. Which is really to say, I've barely had much chance to manage being social considering my current to-craft list. It is good to continue to be busy, for certain, and I've been of a mind to enjoy my own company lately anyhow.

I have considered perhaps doing a bit of something to the back room of the shop. Make it a little less just-storage and a little more usable. Somewhere to keep those wonderful treats Matron Teldra is so kind to basket up for me.

I have a bunch of, "I should"s on my to-do list that I really should be better at pursuing. Soon, maybe.

Written By Rymarr

Dec. 30, 2016, 3:45 p.m.(7/11/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Killian

A veritable fortress all by himself. He is a talented warrior and these exercises to prepare for the future ahead of ourselves do him little justice. He is ready for the struggles ahead.

Written By Rymarr

Dec. 30, 2016, 3:43 p.m.(7/11/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Pietro

A fierce warrior who moves around the battlefield with a spring in his step. He owns a hound trained for battle and it became a little antsy during a recent teamwork duel that we participated in. The hound joined in and had to be knocked in the head to prevent it from claiming my leg as it's own.

The Lord may not have liked that I had to pommel it twice to get it to stop harassing me during the battle. I am uncertain.

Written By Rymarr

Dec. 30, 2016, 3:41 p.m.(7/11/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Tristram

An archer. He and I recently faced off against a pair of opponents and their hound. While we ultimately lost the bout, I'm happy to say that we held our own. It was a stark lesson in the precarious nature of battle, particularly when you are essentially tethered to another individual that you're seeking to protect.

He seems a good sort and will do his House proud during the dark times on the horizon, I suspect.

Written By Dante

Dec. 30, 2016, 1:19 p.m.(7/11/1005 AR)

Today was… not the best of days. It began well enough; I attended the Southport Training Center with my sister in order to give her some instruction in the art of swordplay. This went well enough, she picked up the basics of the flat parry with ease. I was impressed with the knowledge she’d already attained- her grasp of the basics put her well on her way to being an able sword-maiden. A friend of hers, a woman named Leola, arrived partway through the lesson and I gave her some instruction as well, though admittedly my knowledge of the spear is considerably lesser than that of the sword. It was after this that things took a turn for the worse. A man named Sigurd arrived and we sparred. He beat my soundly, cutting my steel armor to pieces with that rubicund sword of his. I’ve come to the conclusion that I need some new armor, and a new blade as well.

Written By Eirene

Dec. 30, 2016, 10:47 a.m.(7/10/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Hana

Damn but she's a youngin'. What'd she do, start her apprenticeship when she was four? I hope I didn't insult her too badly not realizing that was her damn forge I was calling on. Good steel is essential and your supply lines are your best friends.

Written By Eirene

Dec. 30, 2016, 10:45 a.m.(7/10/1005 AR)

Some of these children are in for a real eye opening when they see first hand that war isn't all 'Praise Gloria, good fight' and someone's got a blade in their gut or an arrow to their neck.

I'm not insulting those fine gents doing training drills. That's good shit. Keep throwing more and more bizarre scenarios in as that is what real combat is like; it's hectic, painful, and you're never sure what's really going on until it's over and you're dead or they are.

Spent the night in company of other veterans of things none of us are happy to have lived through sharing stories of fucked up shit and trying to make sense of it.

Really need to host a soldier's night so we can -all- get those stories out in the open for good or ill.

Count Max can pay for the booze this time.

Written By Pietro

Dec. 30, 2016, 8:55 a.m.(7/10/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Killian

I met Lord Killian at an informal dinner Lady Cara threw ... I don't know, sometime? Some time ago. I had left that dinner a little early because a friend needed me and I have no regrets, but I also believe I will come to call Lord Killian friend. We have met a few times since and I believe him a kindred spirit. Except he has an owl and I don't.

We fought teamed up in the training center at Prince Tristram's event last night. It was exhilarating and Glory performed beautifully. We were victorious in a hard training match against challenging men. My only regret is permitting my new friend Killian to take so many blows that were meant for me.

Written By Aislin

Dec. 30, 2016, 5:15 a.m.(7/10/1005 AR)

I have newfound sympathy for the hells I must occasionally put my loved ones through. The gut-wrenching worry on behalf of someone else.

To my family and close friends: I'm so sorry.

(Though, of course, I'm not going to change my behavior.)

Written By Serafine

Dec. 30, 2016, 3:29 a.m.(7/10/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Leta

The more time I spend with this woman, the more I like her.

She moves with pride and the swagger of some cheeky predator, her face as expressive and as easy to read as any book. Sometimes.

Other times, she's a walking mystery. And I've only just begun to learn about her.

More. I wish to know more.

Written By Killian

Dec. 30, 2016, 1:55 a.m.(7/9/1005 AR)

Admittedly, I was skeptical when Prince Tristram first spoke of the need to practice and train in small and mixed unit tactics, but I have to say that after attending the Princes event it was most enlightening. The Prince and Sir Lyonesse squared off against Lord Pietro and myself..and Pietro's faithful hound, which thankfully seems to have suffered no long lasting damages.. With Lord Pietro focused upon attack, and my focus entirely upon defending the two of us, it was quite the successful strategy. Admittedly, Prince Tristram's arrows were most deadly indeed, and I was thankful for the blunted tips..but the fight was going wholly in our direction for most of the matching. I fear I nearly cost us, and indeed would have been most sorrowful of the actions if I had taken them in the field rather than training, when I used my shield as a weapon against Sir Rymarr attempting to knock him off balance.

The gambit paid off, this time, in that it opened a weakness for Lord Pietro to devastatingly exploid, but I fear that my defense of my ally crumbled in that moment as I was overwhelmed in my recklessness. Thankfully, it was enough to knock Sir Rymarr to his knees even as Prince Tristram's arrow finished my ability to continue..and nearly knocked me senseless. Lord Pietro was able however to press the attack against the now defenderless archer and finish the bout victorious.

I do take some small pride in that Lord Pietro was practically untouched, and entirely untouched before I fell..but I shall not so recklessly risk myself and thus my ally again. A lesson learned indeed, and one I must be thankful to Prince Tristram for the opportunity to gain in training rather than when lives were at stake.

Written By Bethany

Dec. 30, 2016, 1:17 a.m.(7/9/1005 AR)

( Overheard from somewhere 'feathery' - as Silas puts it: )

'Tis thus the story goes -
A warrior bold, with spurs of gold
Went forth to meet his foes.

But 'ere before he went -
He sang a song of old,
An' upon a knee he bent.

To please his lady love,
Before he travelled away -

(But 'tween you and I,
th' voice made children cry)

So, out the door she shoved.

While down the road he rode,
He sang tribute to her eyes -
When steed from bordeom slowed
He waxed lyrical 'pon her --

( No more, no more. Despite my melody, the lyrics are awful. )

Written By Joscelin

Dec. 30, 2016, 12:15 a.m.(7/9/1005 AR)

What -is it- about pearl necklaces? I swear, my guards have been sniggering for hours.

What is so damn funny? It needs to be long enough. LENGTH MATTERS. Otherwise it won't fit and she'll get it in the eyes-



WHAT IS SO DAMN FUNNY? STOP LAUGHING.

Written By Donrai

Dec. 29, 2016, 11:08 p.m.(7/9/1005 AR)

Today I visited the Estate of House Pravus. This was the first time I've visited the estate of another noble household in living memory for most of the peerage, I believe. If that worries them, I am as indifferent to their discomfort as I am unhurried to disabuse them of their worst presumptions.

Written By Aslaug

Dec. 29, 2016, 9:32 p.m.(7/9/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Kieran

(A drawing of a crab with a spear through it, beside a flask that's on it's side, the lid off, a single drop coming out of it, and a big check mark to the right of both.)

Written By Dominique

Dec. 29, 2016, 7:26 p.m.(7/9/1005 AR)

I am deep in thought. It's been a long conclusion but I believe my brother Damon should not and cannot speak for me anymore. It is a detestable thought, but he.. is hiding something from me. I cannot glean what yet. I don't think there should ever be secrets between family especially ones whom you are supposedly speaking for.

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