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Written By Audgrim

Feb. 28, 2021, 10:29 a.m.(1/11/1015 AR)

I heard of Dame Ida's new diamondplate bow and went to admire it. Apparently I was making so big eyes at it, that Princess Viviana Pravus (whom, by the way, looks like a Crimson Danger in the leathers she's bought from me - quite stunning) - bought it.

And then she gave it to me.

I don't think I managed to utter anything intelligent in thanks. I'm still reeling from the generosity.

Written By Anisha

Feb. 28, 2021, 10:12 a.m.(1/11/1015 AR)

The People's Tournament is done with for 1014. It was a thrill - and exhausting. I've spent the last thirteen nights or so recovering. But so, so worth it. Thank you all who sponsored, witnessed, participated, and otherwise engaged with the tournament. Truly, it couldn't have been done without you.

For future records, then, the results of the People's Tournament of 1014

Wagon Run Winner: Lore Artiglio
Fishing Derby Decisive: Sailor Zakhar
Muddy Run Rapid: Sydney the Waterfall
Fist Fight Fantastic: Sydney the Waterfall

By Points:
Samira Culler in 5th Place (110 000)
Svana Grayhope in 4th Place (220 000)
Lore Artiglio in 3rd Place (330 000)
Savio Pontelaus in 2nd Place (450 000)
Sydney the Waterfall, Grand Winner (700 000)

And finally, the People's Choice, for quick wit and elegant spirit:
Savio Pontelaus (330 000, and a Crown).

Thank you all. Hopefully, there'll be another one of these soon enough.

Written By Viviana

Feb. 28, 2021, 9:38 a.m.(1/11/1015 AR)

Gave someone a Chance ...

Making that joke was so worth the coin spent.

Yes, Scholar, these are tears. Of amusement.

Written By Varan

Feb. 28, 2021, 2:42 a.m.(1/10/1015 AR)

Had a wonderful evening at the little party at the Grayson Estate. Though I do often prefer to be the centre of attention, even I in all my pomposity couldn't bring myself to spoil Liara's well-planned evening. I do need to brush up on my dancing, however, so as to avoid another particularly scandalous encounter with a member of the waitstaff. The good man didn't even spill a drop of whiskey, so if I find him again I must give him some nature of reward.

I enjoyed much quiet conversation, but never got the chance to bring out my most favourite joke, and so I will make you all endure it:

<It was the rare occasion that three children are born at a similar time and in the same building, and were forced to separate from their mothers for purposes of continued medical treatment. Upon the time of their release their fathers arrive to collect the children - the fathers being a Grayson, a Pravus, and a gentleman of the Eurusi.

The Grayson father enters first, as is his right, and soon emerges from the room with what is quite clearly the Eurusi child. The Eurusi gentleman quite rightly bristles at this and asks the Grayson what he thinks he's playing at. The Grayson shrugs his shoulders and says "One of those two in there is a Pravus, and I can't take that chance.">

Written By Marena

Feb. 27, 2021, 10:40 p.m.(1/10/1015 AR)

With war looming, I find myself traveling more than I expected. From Setarco, to Arx, to Caina, back to Setarco. Now I am returned to Arx, to help my cousin prepare for things to come.

Written By Tanith

Feb. 27, 2021, 8:33 p.m.(1/9/1015 AR)

Cold season brings in more customers. More than harvest time or festival days; it's consistent and often and everyone just wants to stay warm and remember the sun will come back, bringing with it spring and warmer days. But I swear to Death, it seems like some of these folk born of warmer climes whine more and more every year.

There's a fire in the hearth and furs to curl up under, just hang in there for a couple of months, it gets warmer. Failing that, try the new drink at the Murder, the Liquid Furnace. It'll burn all the way down and burn all the way out.

Written By Tanith

Feb. 27, 2021, 8:30 p.m.(1/9/1015 AR)

Gone again, the both of them, and I know if I'm cold here without them, at least they have each other. I hope they don't need the extra wool socks I packed for them, but they're there. I hope the pies don't go to waste, and yet I hope they have some left over. I'm hoping they come back to me, safe and sound, and I hope they know I love them, always.

It's really quite handy that there always seems to be drinks here, scholar. Is that for you lot, or for us?

Written By Martinique

Feb. 27, 2021, 6:23 p.m.(1/9/1015 AR)

The Isles have some quaint and fascinating customs as I've been learning. This latest that I've gotten involved with was going on a reaving--which is basically just rounding up a gang of boats and hunting down pirates or shavs or whatever is currently bothering the people calling the reavers. The ones we caught this time were slavers who had been taking down merchant shippers around Port Longisle, since it's less than fully defended at present. I'll never forget what I saw going into that hold, but I'm glad we were able to stop them.

Written By Zakhar

Feb. 27, 2021, 2:11 p.m.(1/9/1015 AR)

Many years following your orders and directions. They have brought me to this point...which direction do you wish them to go now? I know I don't get to choose, this was made very clear to me all those years ago. I have followed and I have listened to a silent screaming. No answers.

The sheeps keep coming. Over and over again. They are already here and no one wishes to acknowledge that they are all doomed to repeat their pasts. None are listening to the silent screaming.

Another round then?

Written By Dio

Feb. 27, 2021, 11:38 a.m.(1/9/1015 AR)

Relationship Note on Savio

The air was cold; the water dark, like the color of wine. I was aboard a cog as the ambush was sprung along with others from Arx. As the oars cut the waters to close the distance, hooks were thrown and the ships were bound together. An invitation to reave from Lord Haakon Eswynd was not something I was going to sail past, and I joined the first boarding party.

The slavers aboard the holk fought with desperation and were not unskilled with their weapons. The Eswynd forces, in which I am to be included along with the other peers and sailors from the Compact, fell upon them like orcas amid a herd of seals, inspired by the exhortations of Lady Medeia Eswynd. The Northlands Champion Lady Brianna Halfshav seemed as at home amid the chaos of battle as Imogene had been drinking tea beside her clavichord. Together, we put resisting slavers to death.

In the last moments before the enemies' surrender, a slaver made a swipe at my throat with a cutlass, which the reflexes and swordsmanship of Savio Pontelaeus kept from claiming my life. That was the second time Savio had saved me. His awareness in battle is uncanny, nor are his wits dulled by fear: poetry flowed from his lips even as we made ready to board the enemy vessel, and his insults to our attackers added scorching roasts to the blood-slicked deck. Savio's preferred weapon is a rapier which he wields with great agility, and by its name, "Diplomacy," one can get a sense of both the cleverness and aim of this talented adventurer from Tremorous.

My wounds were tended by the skillful medicine of Lady Medeia, and I returned to Arx with a fair share of silver captured from the slavers, in time to embarrass myself upon a beautiful golden mare named Cloud, as I met with Princess Adrienne Pravus for a morning ride.

Written By Lisebet

Feb. 27, 2021, 11:29 a.m.(1/9/1015 AR)

Relationship Note on Ryhalt

I noticed your journal post, my brother.

It seems I have reason to be relieved you are home and well. And that you may have some stories to tell.

We should have dinner soon.

Written By Raja

Feb. 27, 2021, 9:41 a.m.(1/9/1015 AR)

The truth shall set you free. This has been what I've been told my whole life. This is a lie. Truth is a heavy burden with chains.

Written By Ember

Feb. 27, 2021, 9:21 a.m.(1/9/1015 AR)

War looms on three fronts.


The apostates Ivan and Waldo.

The shavs, Clan Horderacht.

I am recovered enough to fight. All three of the above will be exterminated without mercy. My anticipation thrashes within me like crashing waves.

Written By Medeia

Feb. 27, 2021, 2:28 a.m.(1/8/1015 AR)

Are you there, Lagoma? It's me, Medeia.

No, Scholar, I didn't get confused, and I'm not praying. That will come later. After I let some of these thoughts out of my head so I might consider them more clearly. I was thinking that the winds of change have been blowing through my life quite strongly as of late, and then I started thinking about House Eswynd's words: "The wind cares not." Change, indeed, seems not to care either. It will come whether we are prepared or not - so it seems best to prepare and meet it. Admittedly, I have not been prepared for most of what has come recently.

In the past few weeks, there has been much loss. And as of late, my heart has felt distraught and pulled in many directions. Time spent in prayer and reflection could not ease the feeling. The intensity of my emotions and the impulsivity of my decisions - I can take some comfort in knowing that even my quickly made decisions have been the ones I would have made in more careful consideration - have left me feeling unbalanced. It has probably been long past time for me to reassess my commitments. In just a handful of months, my priorities will shift further. So, I have set myself to the important task of preparing for change. This has come to mean stepping away from certain duties, or finding new ways to serve my people, the city, and the Compact.

The wind will blow, and I will keep my feet.

Written By Ryhalt

Feb. 26, 2021, 10:56 p.m.(1/8/1015 AR)

Some fewer slavers in the world. Thankfully they weren't the raving kind.

Written By Svana

Feb. 26, 2021, 10:54 p.m.(1/8/1015 AR)

I love this time of year for more reasons than the snow reminding me of the Bonespire; it's easy for me to trek up to the Archives here and read the latest Whites to see who bitches about the snow. Likewise, I'm sure that Southerners enjoy this sort of thing when the summer comes and we Northerners are Godsdamned miserable.

I've made a special little nest inside the Haven somewhere for a songbird and a blackbird. I hope my pretty blackbird doesn't find it before I get to show it to her myself.

Oh, and before I forget to mention it: I came in fourth place at the People's Tournament for overall ranking! The most important part was that the People's Favorite, Savio, let little Elanne wear his crown around. He has truly created a monster.

Written By Zyxthylum

Feb. 26, 2021, 10:28 p.m.(1/8/1015 AR)

It is truly amazing how quickly one's luck can turn. As if our fates are balanced on the edge of some immaterial blade, a simple meeting can change life so utterly it feels as if a doppelganger has taken our place. Although my life is filled with luxury, I can't help but wonder how permanent this situation is. Has this balance always been in my control or is there something unseen pulling our strings? It could perhaps might an interesting painting..

Written By Jace

Feb. 26, 2021, 10:03 p.m.(1/8/1015 AR)

News does not travel fast when one is prowling the waves. It has apparently been almost a month since the attack against my cousin, and only now have I been able to return to Arx to ensure her safety.

Well. As much as anyone can ensure a Redreef's safety.

Written By Donella

Feb. 26, 2021, 7:07 p.m.(1/7/1015 AR)

My sweet Sina Silvereyes. Gone. How can it be so, when the memory of your gray eyes, so keen with all your wondering is so vivid in my memory. I can almost imagine your long-suffering expression in the glass, as you dressed my hair for the Assembly. You were with me through all the dark times, and carried burdens heavier than I, or anyone living at the time knew. I did not part with you gladly, when I married; but we both knew there were greater things to pursue. I listened to your vows to become Godsworn, I rejoiced as your mind raised you to prominence. When the time came to stand, and risk all, you looked on gargantuan terrors, and never drew back. You were never more distant than a word, and you held my hand. Life has fled you, now they say. Driven from this life by a poisoned blade. You deserved so much better. My eyes are dry; I am not so changed as to cry. But they burn as though with seawater. I will Wake for you.

Written By Donella

Feb. 26, 2021, 7:07 p.m.(1/7/1015 AR)


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