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Written By Porter

May 2, 2021, 9:25 p.m.(5/25/1015 AR)

Relationship Note on Aiden

I met Duke-Consort Aiden Rubino just the one time in person. It was a snowy day in the streets of Arx and I was horsing around outdoors with Bree and Sir Austen. He instructed his bird to snatch a letter from us and ah, read it. It was a bit private, but not so much so that caused any lasting damage. I remember his reaction as rather amusing and he was so sweet and gentle in the way he spoke of affection. I'm sad to hear that he's returned to the Wheel so soon. I wish that we could have had the opportunity to say hello again on another occasion.

Written By Thalamina

May 2, 2021, 9:09 p.m.(5/25/1015 AR)

I have survived another battle. Perhaps I should reconsider all the times I have gone off to the forest to relax though.

Written By Noah

May 2, 2021, 9:01 p.m.(5/25/1015 AR)

I do not write journals often. I am not always a man that is easy to please and my humor can be offensive. This is not an apology for that, as this is not exactly about me. There are a million words and there are a million thoughts that I have at this point in my life in what has happened.

While my respect is not always easily won. Those who took up the call. Those who healed the ones that were injured. Those that gave their lives.

Each of you have my respect.

Written By Acacia

May 2, 2021, 9 p.m.(5/25/1015 AR)

Proud. So proud to see the Culler crew rise up to fight for the Compact both at home and at sea. We know that freedom comes with a price and Culler has never been afraid to do our part.

Now that our ladies are home safe in port, we can take a breath and a moment to remember and raise a glass to our fallen and injured. Their sacrifices will not be forgotten. It was an honor to stand with you.

Written By Kastelon

May 2, 2021, 8:42 p.m.(5/25/1015 AR)

Relationship Note on Cristoph

I am informed that I now have a ship waiting for me in Artshall, courtesy of Duke Laurent. An honest to the gods ship.

When my fearsome mountain parrot, my cows, and I (and trusty Resolute as well, lest I forget him) take to the high seas and are beginning our reign of terror as privateers (since, after all, I -am- an Oathlander, and therefore we do not -truly- pirate), I will be sure to remember his kindness on setting me on my way.

Cows do fit on ships, yes?

Written By Nisaa

May 2, 2021, 8:32 p.m.(5/25/1015 AR)

Relationship Note on Aiden

Duke Aiden, you told me you had a feeling you would not be returning. I was thinking that it was just perhaps being nerves. Hoping. I told you I would hold the things you sent to me, and give them to you when you returned.

You are not to be returning, not here. It is instead the Wheel you will see again. I am supposed to feel comfort in that, but what I feel is despair to lose yet another friend. I remember so many good times spent with you. Dinner with Silas, you, my Malik, and I. The talks we had in the aviary. How excited I was to be able to have a small shop within your menagerie. The Butterfly Garden there where Malik had a plaque with my name on it to surprise me. The time we sat by the river and laughed about the idea of carrying a pet fish around.

That is what I find comfort in, the memories of moments shared. That is the most treasured thing our hearts can hold, isn't it? The memory of someone dear to us who is with us no more.

Written By Lucita

May 2, 2021, 8:23 p.m.(5/25/1015 AR)

It is going to be so hard to tell the twins their 'first liar' Aiden is dead. They adored visiting with him and his bird... and playing with the Duke's little ones. Before he left for war, he gave his dog to us, and a perfume to me. Once I got home from the hospital after days of unconsciousness, I smelled it and my eyes just flooded with tears. Another dear friend gone.

Written By Lucita

May 2, 2021, 8:12 p.m.(5/25/1015 AR)

Much gratitude is owed to the talented, skillful healers who cared for me while unconscious for days and tended to my wounds. Thank you, whoever you are. With me unconscious, no way to know.

Written By Felicia

May 2, 2021, 7:53 p.m.(5/25/1015 AR)

The many brave soldiers of the Compact once again showed their mettle on the field of battle.

Those lost will have tales of fine bravery with which to regale the Queen.

My condolences to the families of the fallen.

Written By Apollo

May 2, 2021, 7:34 p.m.(5/25/1015 AR)

Relationship Note on Giada

I spent the other day at the shrine, praying under the guidance of Blessed Giada. She did an admirable job with something very difficult, I think: transmuting our worry into purpose, providing scaffolding for our intention. And isn't that what the Faith is for, the Faith at its best?

The Dominus could have made no finer choice.

Written By Kiera

May 2, 2021, 7:33 p.m.(5/25/1015 AR)

Relationship Note on Aiden

You had said you wanted to fly
Oh that I truly were a dragon and could have tan you both among the clouds up away above the pain and suffering
Yet for brief moment we listen and our hearts leap
or a moment we laugh and our hearts soar % For a moment we dance and our hearts sing
I regret I did not know you better
But I shall picture your heart soaring as it returns to the wheel
And that it passes those of the ones you have lost
If such a thing is possible
And I will walk forward
And I will remember
And the dance continues

Written By Thea

May 2, 2021, 7:06 p.m.(5/25/1015 AR)

Relationship Note on Denica

Loyal friends. It's so nice when you don't have to ask twice. There's not even question. I'm more than elated you're back in the city, my friend. We have much to do!

Written By Sebastian

May 2, 2021, 6:53 p.m.(5/25/1015 AR)

I awoke, freshly full of nightmares filled with spine-chilling, dreadful screams, as if someone was protesting their very soul being torn from their body.

Needless to say my time unconscious was not, in my memory, restful.

Still, I am grateful to all the mercies and physicians whom I am told attended me while I was out. (And also frustrated at the same telling me I shouldn't leave my bed yet while the war continues. Jules is watching over me to make sure I comply.)

If you have written me, apparently I must wait to read it. My cousin Patrizio gifted one of my guard with a rubicund letter opener and "strict instructions about messengers", apparently. They also avoid my gaze when I ask what news, other than we were victorious at Pieros.

No word of Sangris, or Tremorus. I wished to be part of the spear of the Black Fleet, sailing to their aid, but instead I must rest, apparently.

Written By Raymesin

May 2, 2021, 6:41 p.m.(5/25/1015 AR)

I don't often get to comfort the grieving, Scholar. It's an honour when it happens, though - and it happened earlier today, and it'll happen a few more times in the next few weeks, I think.

I missed all the fun and excitement, partly because I've no place on board a ship and partly because someone had to stay home and guard the place while everyone else was off having fun. I wasn't needed, and that's both a good thing and a bad one. In some ways I wish all the preparations I've been making for months and years had been needed, but really I'm glad they weren't.


Written By Khanne

May 2, 2021, 6:41 p.m.(5/25/1015 AR)

Relationship Note on Volcica

Lady Volcica Stahlben.

Anyone who has a care to remember the names of those in Arx who are rather selfless, work to improve their houses, sacrifice for the good of the Compact, and all-around do great things. Lady Volcica Stahlben. She should be thanked and remembered for a number of reasons. But I have one very personal and important thing to be thankful for her presence for.

She saved my life at Pieros. I am sure of it.

You have my eternal appreciation, Volcica. I would be happy to have you nearby whatever adventures we might go on in the future. Thank you.

Written By Domonico

May 2, 2021, 6:26 p.m.(5/25/1015 AR)

The Bay of Pieros. Another naval engagement to add to those I have been engaged in. Possibly the most brutal I have seen but definitely the strangest too in regards happenings.

The Malvici, Magnotta and Saik ships and sailors performed their duties exceptionally and I feel honoured to have been in command of them, especially as how they kept formation and coherency through what became and increasingly turbulent and confusing engagement.

I only wish that so many did not have to die for this victory.

Written By Aleksei

May 2, 2021, 6:13 p.m.(5/25/1015 AR)

I'm alive! In case anyone was worried.

Written By Audgrim

May 2, 2021, 6:04 p.m.(5/25/1015 AR)

I was as prepared as I could be, going to Pieros. Crimson Blades is a damn fine mercenary band, and we did our jobs well.

What we were not prepared for were the trees - and I think we maybe should have been, considering.

Well, live and learn. The live part in particular is very important.

Written By Aindre

May 2, 2021, 5:06 p.m.(5/25/1015 AR)

I spoke with Princess Reese before the battle that took place on the plains of Pieros. Though she is the General of House Grayson's armies, a truly good General understands where they are needed the most on a battlefield and the best of them know when to lean into tradition and education and when to break from it for the greater good. That last part isn't always easy but it is known that we griffin-blooded nobles have done as much in the past even as often as we've fought to strengthen it against breaking. We are traditional. We also create tradition. With the General's blessing I was allowed to take command of Grayson's soldiers for the battle. I believe beyond question the Gods wanted her on that battlefield that day. It is hard to shine from a tent, through hastily scrawled messengers, through frantic reading of battle reports. Princess Reese Grayson is one of the most inspiring figures in the recent history of our Compact. She may go down as one of the most notable heroes in /all/ of the Compact's history, only time will tell. A figure for whom soldiers naturally will rally around without the barking of orders. She was where she needed to be. We both understood that. I could not be more proud of her bravery, for whatever that might mean to anyone reading this.

In the unfolding of battle it is hard to reflect on the lessons one should learn until time has been spent dwelling on them afterwards. When we are, in fact, fortuitous enough to live through such engagements and learn from them. It was an honor to stand around the wartable with the likes of Marquis Kael Keaton, Highlord Alis Valardin, Lady Tesha Telmar and Baroness Calla Vaevici. So too with my cousin Duke Michael Bisland and the Princess Bridget Pravus. Marquish Malesh Stonewood. I cannot forget the unshakeable presence of Grandmaster Preston of the Templar. I believe I learned a little from each of them and as I continue to recount the past and write it down and read it over again and again I have no doubt more lessons will be revealed to me. When you bear the heart of a warrior it is no easy feat to fight a battle through missives and banners and sounding horns. You always wish you could pick up a weapon and go out to save every single person you know will fall because they are following your commands. Surely it is this way with all wartime commanders, those forged in the flames or still being tempered.

The conflict with the Skal'dajan people was far from a rout. In the first half of it, I considered we might even need to sound a retreat and fall back though doing so would have surely cost us the Saffron Chain. It was a decision I felt prepared to make should the worst come to pass. So many on that battlefield fought, bled, died.. against slavers and worse still. So too did their commanders. When the command tent came under attack I could not find a strategic mind from among those spilled out of it and set into sudden disarray that did not earn commendation for their resilience in the face of adversity. How much harder is it to find yourself half-blinded as your wartime table and all your maps and your many reports of the chaos are scattered into the humid winds of the Saffron? It is impossibly hard, but even the impossible is not insurmountable for those who lead the Compact. It is our strength that we stand together and through our strength we persevered in Pieros. Should I have the chance to serve at the side of anyone who did not falter in that tent when it was ripped away from them and with it their wartime faculties, I will gladly do so again.

Written By Tanith

May 2, 2021, 4:33 p.m.(5/25/1015 AR)

My brothers are in one piece. Sort of. Bhodi lost his right arm, Proctor says he's in good spirits despite that. My mother was only hysterical for a moment, but Bhodi's lover is still a mess. Blaise is the one Proctor is worried about, though; even father sent a message. My little brother hasn't slept since the battle. I'll be checking in on him. I'm sure Emara will beat me to it.

Comforting the dying is something Harlequins do, a responsibility I've only just begun on the regular. While midwifery comes more naturally to me, the duty of comfort is not one I'm likely to shirk, not when I've Raymesin as such a good example.

[there's a splotch of ink on the page]

Scholar, did you break your quill? What kind of spasm was that?

-well certainly he comforts the dying. He's good at it. Why wouldn't he be? He's been at this much longer than I have, too.

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