Written By Jeremiah
Dec. 16, 2016, 7:53 p.m.(5/26/1005 AR)
[From an entry describing the positions and duties of a man employed as a clerk in Whitehold, and his attempts to scrimp and save for travel south to Arx. The entry is written in a precise, flowing, almost delicate hand, and the beginning of it follows:]
My exit from the orphan at fourteen led me into harsher conditions, but at least these were mostly self-imposed. I knew I must head south into Arx, for my chances as even an unemployed pauper would be better than my chances as the head of all clerks in Whitehold. Each week, I would set aside...
My exit from the orphan at fourteen led me into harsher conditions, but at least these were mostly self-imposed. I knew I must head south into Arx, for my chances as even an unemployed pauper would be better than my chances as the head of all clerks in Whitehold. Each week, I would set aside...
Written By Jeremiah
Dec. 16, 2016, 7:50 p.m.(5/26/1005 AR)
[From an entry almost curtly but kindly describing the conditions of an orphanage in Whitehold and the men and women that ran it. The entry is written in a precise, flowing, almost delicate hand, and a part of it follows:]
Despite my origins as a child not of the Compact, the orphanage treated me kindly. There has rarely been a softer time in my life, and the meagre, beggarly conditions seemed instead princely to me. Of particular kindness was one Goodman...
Despite my origins as a child not of the Compact, the orphanage treated me kindly. There has rarely been a softer time in my life, and the meagre, beggarly conditions seemed instead princely to me. Of particular kindness was one Goodman...
Written By Jeremiah
Dec. 16, 2016, 7:47 p.m.(5/26/1005 AR)
[The following entry spends its time tracing the yearly movements of one tribe of Ravashari Shav'Arvani until their eventual disappearance. The entry is written in a precise, flowing, almost delicate hand, and the ending follows.]
In the year 993 a brief plague and famine swept through Whitehold and the surrounds, and this is when records of what I believe to be my tribe cease. While I can not find any contemporary commentary on the disease spreading to the tribe, the cessation of any other references to the Andali leads one to the conclusion that this is the tribe I came from before their decimation and dissolution.
In the year 993 a brief plague and famine swept through Whitehold and the surrounds, and this is when records of what I believe to be my tribe cease. While I can not find any contemporary commentary on the disease spreading to the tribe, the cessation of any other references to the Andali leads one to the conclusion that this is the tribe I came from before their decimation and dissolution.
Written By Curran
Dec. 16, 2016, 7:19 p.m.(5/26/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Jeremiah
Northie writer that says some confusing shit. Alright enough, though.
Written By Curran
Dec. 16, 2016, 7:14 p.m.(5/26/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Bethany
Coat-tail bitch.
Written By Curran
Dec. 16, 2016, 6:48 p.m.(5/26/1005 AR)
Met some noblewoman who kicked my ass. Her name was Serbin or Serafine, something like that, I had a headache when she told me. She offered some sword lessons in exchange for me teaching her how to use a knife. Too bad she didn't leave a way for me to contact her. Bet she spat on my hand just to spite, and laughed it off later.
Written By Bethany
Dec. 16, 2016, 5:50 p.m.(5/25/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Garza
'Protection can pay well, even if it's just another set of eyes on the back of their heads.'
I will definitely not disagree with a mercenary on subjects I know nothing of.
I will definitely not disagree with a mercenary on subjects I know nothing of.
Written By Jaenelle
Dec. 16, 2016, 5:35 p.m.(5/25/1005 AR)
Many people are speaking of Eos, what sort of man he was, what sort of man he was becoming. I find myself at a loss for words, as I have tried to do him justice with how in years to come people will remember him through my eyes as they read this. My memories with him are my own, those I will keep to myself and cherish whole heartedly in private and with others who knew him as I did. The gentle man who fought with his entirety. The leader, the soldier, the friend. I will miss you.
Written By Mirari
Dec. 16, 2016, 3:24 p.m.(5/25/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Cassius
I meet Cassius around the same time as Benjamin and Aleksei. He seems somewhat sad. Or maybe just dour. I should seek him out and see if I can offer him any comfort.
Written By Mirari
Dec. 16, 2016, 3:16 p.m.(5/25/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Juliet
Mirari brought Juliet silk samples to try out, and spent some time that evening with the Lady.
Written By Mirari
Dec. 16, 2016, 3:10 p.m.(5/25/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Benjamin
Mirari met Benjamin at Saving Grace at the same time she met Aleksi and Cassius. They had a conversation on a variety of subjects, including teasing both Aleksei and Cassius both.
Written By Leta
Dec. 16, 2016, 3:07 p.m.(5/25/1005 AR)
Lost a good six months of writing crossing a lake, so unless there's scholars that dig up frozen muck for knowledge, that's all gone. Here I'm wringing out my head to remember how it went. Not going to use as many words.
Boat journey to near Pride Hall. Nothing happened on the river. Met Jenna, a boatwoman, tall with handsoome hands. Waited for the caravan then set off. Had to chase off some bandits just a week in. Caravan owner was a bastard, everyone knew he was hauling more coin in there than he let on when the Captain took the contract. That's why we ran into so many bandits. Met Dorinda, brunette, sings pretty as a bird. Can't remember the name of her village. Promised her a pair of new slippers if I see her again.
Got back together with Cassiola. More bandits. Rooster caught a deer for supper and everyone was sick and puking for two whole days after eating it. Bought a pair of embroidered slippers from a peddler. Broke up with Cassiola after she threw the slippers in a stream. Asked the Captain to stop working with her but the Captain was an ass about it again.
We were attacked by bandits again on the way to Lenosia. That time there was a proper fight and we had two wounded. Took an arrow to the arm, but it got stuck in the mail. The Captain fell off his horse, broke his leg and his seat. He couldn't ride like that, so he decided to stay in Lenosia and we had to wait around. I liked Lenosia. I know I wrote more about it, but I can't remember what.
I was going to travel back with the caravan, but the merchant got it in his head I was being friendly with his wife. Captain gave me my pay and I got a job on a ship headed for Caith. I asked Cassiola to come but she stayed with the caravan. Sea made me puke as hard as that time with the deer. Didn't see a single pirate, giant fish or siren. Lost my writings traveling with a peddler from Caith to Arx.
I left out parts I can't remember and some other parts that aren't important now, even if anyone were to read this. Fresh wounds spill more ink or so they say.
Written By Mirari
Dec. 16, 2016, 3:06 p.m.(5/25/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Felix
Mirari met Felix at the Traders Tavern, they discussed the subjects of homes the important things to be in those homes.
Written By Mirari
Dec. 16, 2016, 3:05 p.m.(5/25/1005 AR)
<Written in neat, precise script.>
05/25/1005AR - Trust?
He told me that he wants to earn my trust. I am not certain that he understands the responsibility that comes with having it. My Lady is the only one who has my trust in full.
It is no simple thing to give. She has shown herself worthy of it. Both in the gift it is, and in being responsibile with what she does with that trust.
05/25/1005AR - Trust?
He told me that he wants to earn my trust. I am not certain that he understands the responsibility that comes with having it. My Lady is the only one who has my trust in full.
It is no simple thing to give. She has shown herself worthy of it. Both in the gift it is, and in being responsibile with what she does with that trust.
Written By Pietro
Dec. 16, 2016, 1:44 p.m.(5/25/1005 AR)
The way loss impacts different people is a strange, clarifying thing.
To face the death of a loved one and still to stand ready to offer compassion, kindness and wisdom to others who are raw and grieving takes a rare man.
I'm being deliberately obscure to protect the guilty, but ... I won't forget.
To face the death of a loved one and still to stand ready to offer compassion, kindness and wisdom to others who are raw and grieving takes a rare man.
I'm being deliberately obscure to protect the guilty, but ... I won't forget.
Written By Saedrus
Dec. 16, 2016, 1:30 p.m.(5/25/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Larissa
Dearest and Most Beloved, my Sun
Written By Agnarr
Dec. 16, 2016, 1:09 p.m.(5/25/1005 AR)
Got a new hat. Had a few new pieces commissioned. Interesting night.
Written By Eirene
Dec. 16, 2016, 11:48 a.m.(5/25/1005 AR)
Where do I start...
Do I talk about the long nights on campaign during the war when he and I joked around a campfire to stave off the long dark night?
Do I talk about the fact we were never lovers because we know how badly -that- would end? Despite endless jokes and threats to the contrary?
Do I talk about the time he was rushed to my table, broken and bleeding and holding back his blood and rage?
Do I talk about the grief he held deep inside over his wife? Grief only those of us who have lost a loved one know?
Do I talk about the fact we --never-- fucking connected after I came to Arx? Never once sat down and caught up properly, like friends do. His duties - first as lord and then as baron. His fucking duties.
I can't be angry about that; that was who he was. His mission, his obligation that always came first. I can be angry that the same fuckers who took his father from us came for the son. Took out a valuable ally and resource and a friend.
I know we're at war. I've been saying that for a while now. I just didn't think a friend would be one of the first major casualties.
There will be blood. I will spill it myself. I will do whatever is in my power to revenge my friend...
Fuck. I need a drink.
Do I talk about the long nights on campaign during the war when he and I joked around a campfire to stave off the long dark night?
Do I talk about the fact we were never lovers because we know how badly -that- would end? Despite endless jokes and threats to the contrary?
Do I talk about the time he was rushed to my table, broken and bleeding and holding back his blood and rage?
Do I talk about the grief he held deep inside over his wife? Grief only those of us who have lost a loved one know?
Do I talk about the fact we --never-- fucking connected after I came to Arx? Never once sat down and caught up properly, like friends do. His duties - first as lord and then as baron. His fucking duties.
I can't be angry about that; that was who he was. His mission, his obligation that always came first. I can be angry that the same fuckers who took his father from us came for the son. Took out a valuable ally and resource and a friend.
I know we're at war. I've been saying that for a while now. I just didn't think a friend would be one of the first major casualties.
There will be blood. I will spill it myself. I will do whatever is in my power to revenge my friend...
Fuck. I need a drink.
Written By Ida
Dec. 16, 2016, 11:10 a.m.(5/25/1005 AR)
I have met some amazing and wonderful people since coming to Arx a couple of years ago. Stunning people who can change the course of my mood or day just by passing my threshold. People who share themselves and amazing tales of their lives with me, whether while ordering a weapon or just chatting over tea or whiskey.
I value these people and realize now - a little too late, perhaps - that I am too often remiss in making note in these journals just how much I've enjoyed a meeting or discussion or a blossoming friendship.
Time fades those feelings and I really should try to capture them while they are fresher.
I value these people and realize now - a little too late, perhaps - that I am too often remiss in making note in these journals just how much I've enjoyed a meeting or discussion or a blossoming friendship.
Time fades those feelings and I really should try to capture them while they are fresher.
Written By Sylvie
Dec. 16, 2016, 10:53 a.m.(5/25/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Eos
A steady man; a man that could be trusted. By all accounts and with every interaction and conversation I myself had with the Baron Saik-- The Compact is less for his loss. He will be missed.
I am only sorry that you could not find the answers, Eos. That you could not experience more, to live again out of the shadows. But you are with her now.
I am only sorry that you could not find the answers, Eos. That you could not experience more, to live again out of the shadows. But you are with her now.
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