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Written By Iseulet

April 5, 2020, 8:56 a.m.(1/21/1013 AR)

Someone's left a gift on my doorstep.

I can't say I've ever been so overjoyed in my life.

Thank you, giver of salacious breadcrumbs.

Written By Thea

April 5, 2020, 8:53 a.m.(1/21/1013 AR)

Attended the Remembrance of Arcadia. She would have been pleased to know..I dont remember walking home but Rowenova's dog was close by. And I woke up face planted on my couch covered in glitter. That won't come off...Because I DO remember my Duchess tossed it in giant handfulls.

Written By Lisebet

April 5, 2020, 8:49 a.m.(1/21/1013 AR)

Some times it is rather like hiding from the winter weather. This seems to be one of those seasons.

I am not certain anyone will wish to read of this in times to come, and it's not anything wrong with the weather, more just how this babe is taking me.

Written By Dycard

April 5, 2020, 6:21 a.m.(1/21/1013 AR)

I am also interested in knowing more about these sharkenoids. I can provide tales and evidence of abhorrently large man-eating crustaceans in exchange, if required.

Written By Sunaia

April 5, 2020, 2:35 a.m.(1/21/1013 AR)

There are times when I simply cannot breathe the city air. I feel claustrophobic, like the very buildings are closing down on me, like there's too much smoke, particularly in winter. Too many people, even hurrying about to leave the cold air. Too many carriages on the streets, undoubtedly.

In the training yards, lately, are throngs of people. I cannot help but ask myself why - when there are fewer people training than huddled in groups, talking. Surely there are warmer places. Or is it that they plan to train and finish -- or become distracted and never get around to their exercise?

Yes, training in the winter is wonderful. The chill against my hot cheek, the way the cold air and snow soothe so quickly the bruises I earn. The clouded breath before my nose - both of mine and my opponent's. It's a luxury that never comes but during winter - to both see and scent breath as it hangs there.

But, I prefer training in privacy with no more than a few trusted friends or family.

Better still is training in the woods, of course, with no one around but me and those I bring along. The dogs are perfect company for running through the snow. They're better at it, built for it. I do my best. I'll get better.

Yes, there are a million words I'm not writing here, while I'm tucked away in a tent I set myself, near a fire I built, myself. The dogs are sleeping in the corner where I've set the blankets. It's going to be wonderful, tucked between them, with little Ash warming my neck. I swear to all the heavens, after I meditate tonight, I'll be still for a while. I'll sleep with the dogs, and I'll know it's where I belong.

I thank Skald, forever, for our ability to make choices - including going back on certain ones we realize were wrong.

Written By Signe

April 5, 2020, 2 a.m.(1/20/1013 AR)

Relationship Note on Sigurd

I'm delighted to see my brother back in Arx again, both of us here at the same time, even!

Written By Tanith

April 5, 2020, 12:09 a.m.(1/20/1013 AR)

When choosing between cake and pie ... don't.

There's plenty of room for both.

Written By Sydney

April 5, 2020, 12:02 a.m.(1/20/1013 AR)

There are days when it becomes altogether too much to swallow the bile that comes bubbling to the surface, and any bit of good news is welcomed, for it often feels to be in short supply.

The snow outside is calming and peaceful, if nothing else. The way the wind lazily carries it about to settle in and bathe even Crow's Lane with a thick coat of white to contrast the typical brown is a wondrous thing, and even though it quickly turns to slush and mud that can be tracked into nearby bars (with my apologies to those who tend said bars), I don't think I shall ever tire of watching it fall.

There were a great many years when I wished Winter would never come. There are plenty still who currently face that fear. If you find yourself with clothing you no longer wear, do consider donating it to a trusted charity in the Lowers, as there are many and more here who could benefit from a cloak, boots, or gloves. You needn't open your coinpurse to save a life, and some of the lives you save might be the sort worth keeping around.

...I know I'm a poor case in point, but I do hope to remedy that, some day.

Written By Thea

April 4, 2020, 11:29 p.m.(1/20/1013 AR)

I have to ask..What is a Sharknoid?

Written By Rysen

April 4, 2020, 10:38 p.m.(1/20/1013 AR)

Relationship Note on Niklas

I was surprised to hear that none other than the genius playwright Prince Niklas Grayson set out with the party to find us in the wildlands outside of Stormwall.

Let it be recorded here that, beneath his wit and charm, there burns within the soul of Prince Niklas inextinguishable courage, not least of which was displayed in his choosing to wear what Rukhnis accounts an outfit consisting of orange hued ironwool punctuated with teal hedgehogs.

Written By Ilvin

April 4, 2020, 10:30 p.m.(1/20/1013 AR)

Relationship Note on Valencia

When I come back to the city, the Golden Hart has become one of the first places at which I call. Not only for the company of others, but also - and perhaps foremost - because of its radiant hostess. Valencia has lost none of the light that shines from within her since we last met. She is still a beacon in this city, and weathers her hardships with grace and kindness enough for two.

Written By Lisebet

April 4, 2020, 8:25 p.m.(1/20/1013 AR)

Time seems to be flying by so swiftly. I think that is partly due to being with child once more. I am at least feeling better now, so that is good.

Written By Evaristo

April 4, 2020, 7:41 p.m.(1/20/1013 AR)

Relationship Note on Monique

I will certainly never look at baked goods the same way again, having read that - and I can not WAIT for part 2 either.

Written By Jourdain

April 4, 2020, 7:40 p.m.(1/20/1013 AR)

I may be one of the few people in Arx who welcomed the winter. It reminds me vividly of home.

Written By Jourdain

April 4, 2020, 7:39 p.m.(1/20/1013 AR)

Relationship Note on Bianca

The end of a story?

Sadness, in a way. You can never read one fresh, again.

Anticipation, too. You catch much more, the second time around.

Written By Preston

April 4, 2020, 7:20 p.m.(1/20/1013 AR)

I am pleased to see people engaging with the Gods and seeking to champion their causes - it shows devotion and is to be welcomed. But, people should be cautious about advancing into such areas without the guidance and help of the Godsworn, especially when it concerns the lost gods for whom so little is still being explored and understood. There is a risk of unguided zeal making an entrance way for misunderstanding, for misunderstanding to become a home for errant belief, for errant belief to grow into heresy, for heresy to cause us all harm.

The Godsworn dedicate their lives to the Gods, and can help you in your worship and your efforts to meet with the commands of the Gods. Seek their advice and counsel, ensure the evil that dwells beyond the mirror does not tempt you from the path.

Written By Kastelon

April 4, 2020, 6:56 p.m.(1/20/1013 AR)

Time for a new hound. Now to speak with the kennelmaster. The city of Arx has been interesting so far.

Written By Dycard

April 4, 2020, 5:03 p.m.(1/20/1013 AR)

I spent the better part of a day exploring the caves in the village near Stormward, but to no avail. There was no secret lair, no lost knowledge or dark pacts that drew the monster to the village's shores.

Sometimes a giant man-eating crab is just a giant man-eating crab, I suppose.

Written By Valdemar

April 4, 2020, 4:27 p.m.(1/20/1013 AR)

The arrogance of some people really is fucking astounding.

Written By Porter

April 4, 2020, 4:17 p.m.(1/20/1013 AR)

Relationship Note on Catalana

Stop calling my beard hideous! It's glorious. Everyone else thinks so. You're just jealous.

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