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Written By Mabelle

Jan. 24, 2020, 3:14 a.m.(8.476649305555554/20.69236111111111/1012.6230541087963 AR)

Relationship Note on Astrid

Sister Astrid has been a boon to me since the day I met her. A pleasant woman who is eager to serve the faith and offer guidance to all those around her, as well as beauty to others. I was ever pleased to hear of her elevation to Archlector, so well deserved, so she can touch and reach even more.

Congratulations, my friend.
May Gild's blessing shine upon you.

Written By Sunaia

Jan. 24, 2020, 12:15 a.m.(8.467764963624338/20.194837962962964/1012.6223137469686 AR)

Relationship Note on Ashur

I hope everything works out.

Written By Anisha

Jan. 24, 2020, 12:13 a.m.(8.467693039021164/20.190810185185185/1012.6223077532518 AR)

Relationship Note on Jeffeth

I have been reminded of why I do not often write in the Whites, preferring to keep my thoughts scribed in Black and kept away. But I have determined to do better, and in more than one way, I shall.

I wrote about a dramatic fight in the Training Center before. A spar, willingly entered into by both parties. A remarkable feat of endurance by a woman chosing to test herself against one of the finest Arx has to offer in the field of martial combat.

Sir Jeffeth Bayweather is an intriguing figure, coming from humble origins, raised in the Tragedy, he has devoted his life to the Knights of Solace. Indeed, the two are fairly synonymous in Arx these days.

So I will say this: Sir Jeffeth Bayweather respects people. When they come at him, he gives them exactly what they ask for. He was the winner of the bout, and he worked for it - taking cuts and providing a worthy opponent for Messere Qadira. And when the battle was ended, he showed concern and care for her, same as any other. It was clear to me that this was a match between two warriors, testing themselves, and if I have given any impression to the contrary, I am deeply sorry.

Gloria would have looked upon the clash between Sir Jeffeth Bayweather and Qadira Thorne with pride, and they are both the better for having had it.

Written By Sunaia

Jan. 24, 2020, 12:12 a.m.(8.467649636243387/20.18837962962963/1012.6223041363536 AR)

Relationship Note on Harlan

This will hardly be the first day, or the last, that I write or say these words in regards you, cousin; but they are so meaningful to me, today:

Thank you - for our family and for mine.

Written By Esme

Jan. 23, 2020, 11:29 p.m.(8.465508432539682/20.068472222222223/1012.6221257027116 AR)

You are loved.
You are enough.

You are the only one that is walking your own path. You should strive to do that with an authentic choice. Do not mind the people in the other paths, that path is not yours.

Know you are blessed beyond measure.

Written By Sanya

Jan. 23, 2020, 7:28 p.m.(8.453578042328044/19.40037037037037/1012.6211315035273 AR)

Relationship Note on Preston

It's never easy to make decisions when one carries as much responsibility as you do. As you've proven yourself to be a man guided by the grace of the gods, who knows when a fight is just and necessary, it is my hope that more feel inclined to reach out to the Templars in times of peril.

Written By Miranda

Jan. 23, 2020, 7:27 p.m.(8.453529265873016/19.397638888888892/1012.6211274388228 AR)

Relationship Note on Domonico

My most deepest and heartfelt congratulations on your appointment!

I shall drink to your success and am pleased to see this position is once more yours!

I am so very proud of you, Cousin. It has been a hard battle, fraught with trials. And you've seen them through.

Written By Arcadia

Jan. 23, 2020, 5:43 p.m.(8.448390376984127/19.109861111111112/1012.620699198082 AR)

Whoever tries Fool's bane knowing that it will induce a three day hangover, is either incredibly brave or incredibly stupid.

This just begs to be tested. Once this hangover wanes.

Written By Mabelle

Jan. 23, 2020, 2:44 p.m.(8.439498181216932/18.61189814814815/1012.6199581817681 AR)

Relationship Note on Roran

Sometimes wisdom can be found in the most unexpected of places.
Sometimes all we need to do is watch our own reflection.
Thank you for allowing me that.

Written By Sydney

Jan. 23, 2020, 2:33 p.m.(8.438959986772486/18.581759259259258/1012.619913332231 AR)

I've always been a forgetful one, even when I was but a girl. My memories find a way of slipping through the cracks if I don't monitor them closely. It would be a simple enough cause and effect to blame the alcohol, or the repeated blows to the head I've endured since my career as a pugilist began in earnest, but not the truth of the matter.

There are things in this life I'll not forget, but if I chance to look upon you blankly, or misrecall our meetings, pray don't take it to heart, for it is my own failing, not your lack of significance.

I'm making better notes, now.

Written By Padraig

Jan. 23, 2020, 2:21 p.m.(8.43838707010582/18.549675925925925/1012.6198655891754 AR)

I've found a particularly young and friendly scholar who I believe I can be friends with. I still do not know if I want to write anything in the Black, however. Keeping secrets was never my forte (and so, keep that in mind, dear reader). Lady Veronica was very busy today with things that didn't require someone of my talents, and so I had most the day to myself. Rather than go off into the city to meet more nobility, I worked most the day with the personal guard of House Keaton.

They're a well-drilled bunch and I think I learned a lot from them. Still, they treat me as a commoner would a nobleman, and it unnerves me. I know being a knight affords me certain privileges, but I would rather be seen by the smallfolk as what I am -- one of them.

I've been thinking too much -- a byproduct of the capital, no doubt.

Written By Roran

Jan. 23, 2020, 1:58 p.m.(8.437230902777777/18.484930555555554/1012.6197692418981 AR)

Lady Mabelle,

You have done a great thing for you and your house. For your lands and the compact. Never, shall you be underestimated again by at least one person in this city. Now, go enjoy a walk with your dogs and this entry into this Archlectors whites.

Written By Martino

Jan. 23, 2020, 1:56 p.m.(8.437142443783069/18.479976851851852/1012.6197618703153 AR)

I win. Colin.

I. Win.

Written By Strozza

Jan. 23, 2020, 10:07 a.m.(8.425789103835978/17.844189814814815/1012.618815758653 AR)

Relationship Note on Braith

What ifs, and where whens. The curse of our times, but sometimes worth thinking on.

What mysteries might our joint studies unlock? Hopefully something to benefit the family as much as our own persons.

Written By Strozza

Jan. 23, 2020, 9:59 a.m.(8.425389798280424/17.821828703703705/1012.61878248319 AR)

Shimmer in vision
Japes derived by ones mind's eye
The truth is sweeter

Written By Selene

Jan. 23, 2020, 9:42 a.m.(8.424539930555556/17.77423611111111/1012.6187116608796 AR)

What beautiful things demand to be made in honour of so many upcoming events. The fantasies of an ocean, the tumbling of Thorns. Are there others I have missed?

Written By Lucita

Jan. 23, 2020, 8:35 a.m.(8.421211144179894/17.587824074074074/1012.618434262015 AR)

I spend time practicing a song I am supposed to sing in the Bard's Concert, fretting about whether my costume for it will be ready in time, and anxiously awaiting reports on the current construction efforts in Saikland Greens. Things could be far worse!

Written By Tanith

Jan. 23, 2020, 8:04 a.m.(8.41968005952381/17.502083333333335/1012.618306671627 AR)

Gossip and booze. That's all I'll have time to write about.

Written By Denica

Jan. 23, 2020, 7:09 a.m.(8.416924189814814/17.34775462962963/1012.6180770158179 AR)

This boat race thing has got me all fired up! It's still a few months away, but that gives me enough time to practice.

Written By Anisha

Jan. 23, 2020, 6:28 a.m.(8.414916087962963/17.235300925925927/1012.6179096739969 AR)

I have a calling as a Mirrormask and a Whisper, both of which require discretion and sworn confidences. For one, it is the honour of Whisper House, our ability to act effectively as diplomats that is at stake. For the other, it is a solemn vow to the Thirteenth. Both are severe and intense in their own right.

I don't know that I can answer Blessed Roran's inquiry in the Whites. But I have answered, as best I am able.

It is rare for me to see my thoughts put down in the Whites these days. It is, perhaps, time for me to make a choice about changing that, at least.

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