Written By Samantha
Dec. 15, 2016, 1:42 a.m.(5/20/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Rymarr
We first met at the Redrain bear fight, but had a longer encounter in the training center. I'm impressed with any man who can acknowledged his actions may have been flawed and seek to improve himself. He was willing to fight so that I might observe, and I get the impression that he smiled more while speaking to me than he may have total in the past month.
Written By Samantha
Dec. 15, 2016, 1:28 a.m.(5/20/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Barric
Barric is trying to become the hero he has always wanted to be. When I look at him, I see both the determined boy doing sword drills outside my window when we were young, and as the man I'm coming to know and appreciate more and more each day.
Written By Killian
Dec. 15, 2016, 1:02 a.m.(5/20/1005 AR)
Home..it is a strange sort of concept I suppose. Though to call Arx home is I suppose an oversimplification..either way, it is unusual to be back. The city looks different somehow. I know the truth of the change...Addison is dead. I feel like I should feel something. Sorrow for the death of my brother. Relief he is gone. Hope. Worry. Who knows... Every time I have returned in the past years, I have been immediately sent upon another task. Another expedition. Another journey..ever farther away. More dangerous.
Not that it wasn't amazing..to have seen over the next hill. To have climbed to the top of mountains and seen the world laid out below. But ever knowing that I was not free to return and dwell if I desired.
I think I'll do that. Stay a while. There are so many places here in the city I have yet to explore, it's rather strange to think that my usual is the wilderness frontiers, and my new frontier the city itself.
Not that it wasn't amazing..to have seen over the next hill. To have climbed to the top of mountains and seen the world laid out below. But ever knowing that I was not free to return and dwell if I desired.
I think I'll do that. Stay a while. There are so many places here in the city I have yet to explore, it's rather strange to think that my usual is the wilderness frontiers, and my new frontier the city itself.
Written By Killian
Dec. 15, 2016, 12:44 a.m.(5/20/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Pharamond
Uncle
Written By Killian
Dec. 15, 2016, 12:44 a.m.(5/20/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Harlan
Cousin
Written By Killian
Dec. 15, 2016, 12:44 a.m.(5/20/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Aislin
Cousin
Written By Killian
Dec. 15, 2016, 12:39 a.m.(5/20/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Cara
Brother's Widow
Written By Selene
Dec. 15, 2016, 12:31 a.m.(5/20/1005 AR)
Love has to do with their eyes, the touch of their hand, their voice, their laughter, how it felt to stand next to them and feel them brush against you, how it felt to see them after a long absence.
With love, the pleasure is in the details.
With love, the pleasure is in the details.
Written By Damon
Dec. 15, 2016, 12:06 a.m.(5/20/1005 AR)
The words 'Protect' and 'Serafine' should only be in the same sentence is if the sentence is about how she's protecting YOUR ass from certain death.
Even when I removed the hands of a monster scratching her face to shreds I wasn't protecting her, I was making sure she was able to keep protecting me.
Even when I removed the hands of a monster scratching her face to shreds I wasn't protecting her, I was making sure she was able to keep protecting me.
Written By Fergus
Dec. 14, 2016, 10:55 p.m.(5/20/1005 AR)
There is a distinct burden placed upon yourself when you decide to take the mantle of something more than your own. When you hold a standard higher than your own life, your own personal gains and goals, the weight of all of those relying on you can be felt and it is in these times that I find myself receiving support, even from those I didn't realize possible.
I am reaching out with the standard held high, and I am meeting people that are willing to help share the load, true people, passionate people, strong people. Our people.
Freja has continued to be a solid piece of the north, and will continue to be such. I need to push her harder, both in jest and in her pursuits.
I have also met someone new, someone I've known about, but never was able to place a face to the name. A name that sometimes gives me pause, makes me wonder, but I only see solid stability and fierce passion in the way she speaks, acts, and gives me measured, yet hopeful responses. I find it sometimes difficult to get over things that have happened to me, happened to others, and find it more difficult to get close with anyone to allow it to happen to them.
You can't let the darkness surround you, especially when you see the fireglow in the distance.
I am reaching out with the standard held high, and I am meeting people that are willing to help share the load, true people, passionate people, strong people. Our people.
Freja has continued to be a solid piece of the north, and will continue to be such. I need to push her harder, both in jest and in her pursuits.
I have also met someone new, someone I've known about, but never was able to place a face to the name. A name that sometimes gives me pause, makes me wonder, but I only see solid stability and fierce passion in the way she speaks, acts, and gives me measured, yet hopeful responses. I find it sometimes difficult to get over things that have happened to me, happened to others, and find it more difficult to get close with anyone to allow it to happen to them.
You can't let the darkness surround you, especially when you see the fireglow in the distance.
Written By Bethany
Dec. 14, 2016, 10:11 p.m.(5/20/1005 AR)
If you tell a secret, what do you have left to be afraid of?
Written By Niccolo
Dec. 14, 2016, 9:27 p.m.(5/20/1005 AR)
The fact that someone thinks my dear Serafine needs to be protected is insulting.
Who do you think taught her how to fight?
The audacity of the young.
Who do you think taught her how to fight?
The audacity of the young.
Written By Mason
Dec. 14, 2016, 7:55 p.m.(5/20/1005 AR)
I know who you are and I know what you're doing. And who you serve will leave you a dried-out husk, in the end.
Written By Max
Dec. 14, 2016, 6:35 p.m.(5/20/1005 AR)
I have not written in this journal for some time.
Well, I suppose thats a lie. I've written lots of things. I've written about my frustrations and my little triumphs. I've written about people I who have helped me and those who have hindered me.
I've written about insults casually received and about the people I intend on eventually destroying.
I've written about the dinners I've had, the love I've made and the occasional bout of ball slapping fucken.
On the other hand, I've also burned every entry I wrote before i turned it in to the archive.
Because none of you people need to know my actual thoughts.
White journals.
Does anyone speak their actual mind in these things?
Well, I suppose thats a lie. I've written lots of things. I've written about my frustrations and my little triumphs. I've written about people I who have helped me and those who have hindered me.
I've written about insults casually received and about the people I intend on eventually destroying.
I've written about the dinners I've had, the love I've made and the occasional bout of ball slapping fucken.
On the other hand, I've also burned every entry I wrote before i turned it in to the archive.
Because none of you people need to know my actual thoughts.
White journals.
Does anyone speak their actual mind in these things?
Written By Anze
Dec. 14, 2016, 2:55 p.m.(5/19/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Agnarr
You had that one coming.
Written By Bethany
Dec. 14, 2016, 2:09 p.m.(5/19/1005 AR)
[ From the tea-stained desk of B. Mercier, Steward: ]
Keep your compliments, your serenades, your love letters and silvery-tongued flattery -
I will have none of that.
(T hankfully, from him, I will never need to fear any of those cloyingly sweet sentiments unless they are given with cake or confectionery. )
Instead, give me your dreams - your aims - your goals. For they are tangible and true and they are worth the offering. They may be simple, but they are real.
I will keep them close to my heart and I will work tirelessly to help you achieve them, for they align so perfectly with my own.
Keep your compliments, your serenades, your love letters and silvery-tongued flattery -
I will have none of that.
(T hankfully, from him, I will never need to fear any of those cloyingly sweet sentiments unless they are given with cake or confectionery. )
Instead, give me your dreams - your aims - your goals. For they are tangible and true and they are worth the offering. They may be simple, but they are real.
I will keep them close to my heart and I will work tirelessly to help you achieve them, for they align so perfectly with my own.
Written By Eirene
Dec. 14, 2016, 2:04 p.m.(5/19/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Serafine
The more I hear about her the more I wonder why the fuck we haven't gotten together yet. I think we'd get along like a wagon on fire, that is to say everybody better get out of our way...
Written By Agnarr
Dec. 14, 2016, 1:50 p.m.(5/19/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Anze
That hurt.
Written By Khanne
Dec. 14, 2016, 11:38 a.m.(5/19/1005 AR)
I was far too tired to write last night. Also left with a lack of surety on what, precisely, to put quill to paper.
I often speak of balance and its importance in life. In darkness, look for the light, for example. I firmly believe that for all the evil in the world, there is good, and that hope is the key, or one of them, to success. Yesterday was a complex day, filled with joy and hope, shadowed by the darkness of memories that were trying to claw their way out. I was more solemn than I have been.. well, in public anyway. I find it a complicating manner to be social under such circumstances, when prior to now I was able to find solace in the woods, in the mountains, to walk with The Spirits and feel the breeze upon my cheeks. I have to adjust, here. I know they still walk with me, I know they always will. That alone brings me some comfort, but I miss having that 'place' where I can cleanse my spirit. I hope to find one here or nearby soon.
Aside from the shadow following me throughout the day, I attended the ritual performed by Freja and Signe. It was lovely, and did provide me with a bit of solace in the day. I find their methods perhaps different than my own, though certainly with a similar basis. I decided to explore the city a bit again, after, and met another intriguing individual that I rather hope to run into again in the future, but perhaps without the need of his services.
This week continues my hunt for a tailor or seamstress with time to work, and I should speak with Julea in regards to some things... and find a carpenter... I have a meeting with Princess Sophie later this week. I am looking forward to the conversation, and it has been suggested that I seek out one from The Salon to speak with as well. Perhaps I should write a missive in that regard. I should do so now....
One last note.... sometimes even the iciest of mountains has fire within its heart.
I often speak of balance and its importance in life. In darkness, look for the light, for example. I firmly believe that for all the evil in the world, there is good, and that hope is the key, or one of them, to success. Yesterday was a complex day, filled with joy and hope, shadowed by the darkness of memories that were trying to claw their way out. I was more solemn than I have been.. well, in public anyway. I find it a complicating manner to be social under such circumstances, when prior to now I was able to find solace in the woods, in the mountains, to walk with The Spirits and feel the breeze upon my cheeks. I have to adjust, here. I know they still walk with me, I know they always will. That alone brings me some comfort, but I miss having that 'place' where I can cleanse my spirit. I hope to find one here or nearby soon.
Aside from the shadow following me throughout the day, I attended the ritual performed by Freja and Signe. It was lovely, and did provide me with a bit of solace in the day. I find their methods perhaps different than my own, though certainly with a similar basis. I decided to explore the city a bit again, after, and met another intriguing individual that I rather hope to run into again in the future, but perhaps without the need of his services.
This week continues my hunt for a tailor or seamstress with time to work, and I should speak with Julea in regards to some things... and find a carpenter... I have a meeting with Princess Sophie later this week. I am looking forward to the conversation, and it has been suggested that I seek out one from The Salon to speak with as well. Perhaps I should write a missive in that regard. I should do so now....
One last note.... sometimes even the iciest of mountains has fire within its heart.
Written By Orazio
Dec. 14, 2016, 10:07 a.m.(5/19/1005 AR)
If anyone might doubt the righteous judgment of the gods, one need only consider that it is entirely possible to become intoxicated enough to make a fool of oneself in public, but not so intoxicated that one cannot remember it the next morning.
Additionally, bless the Rectory cook for this noxious concoction that I have consumed. Its flavor cannot be recommended, but it does a remarkable job at slaying the headache I awoke with, this morn.
Additionally, bless the Rectory cook for this noxious concoction that I have consumed. Its flavor cannot be recommended, but it does a remarkable job at slaying the headache I awoke with, this morn.
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