Written By Monique
Dec. 21, 2020, 5:39 p.m.(8/11/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Damik
I sometimes write letters addressed to the fire. Letters never meant to be read by anyone but the lick of flame. Something stayed my hand, and I kept this one.
'Damik,
When I boarded your boat, you claimed I stole your heart. But when you fought at our side, you claimed something even greater than my heart in return. My answer is yes, and I look forward to a life of breaking chains at your side.
Monique'
In the end, I settled for simply ‘Yes’, to avoid an abundance of soft sentiment. But now I wish I had sent my original reply, so he would know I thought the world of him in truth. It is not easy to turn your back on everything you have ever known and fight for a cause greater. I know I won’t see him again in this life, but the ripples of his presence will be with me for the rest of mine.
There will be no mercy for the merciless.
'Damik,
When I boarded your boat, you claimed I stole your heart. But when you fought at our side, you claimed something even greater than my heart in return. My answer is yes, and I look forward to a life of breaking chains at your side.
Monique'
In the end, I settled for simply ‘Yes’, to avoid an abundance of soft sentiment. But now I wish I had sent my original reply, so he would know I thought the world of him in truth. It is not easy to turn your back on everything you have ever known and fight for a cause greater. I know I won’t see him again in this life, but the ripples of his presence will be with me for the rest of mine.
There will be no mercy for the merciless.
Written By Brianna
Dec. 21, 2020, 5:31 p.m.(8/10/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Ian
Today, while we were sparring, Ian asked me what it means to be a warrior.
I said that it means I use my body to protect those who can't protect themselves. My family. Those kids down at the Tragedy. If I can put my body between them and those who wish to harm them, I'm fulfilling my purpose.
I said that it means I use my body to protect those who can't protect themselves. My family. Those kids down at the Tragedy. If I can put my body between them and those who wish to harm them, I'm fulfilling my purpose.
Written By Damiana
Dec. 21, 2020, 5:24 p.m.(8/10/1014 AR)
The journal entry is a modern watercolor illustration of an older story about Sir Erec meeting the Knight of the Lion on the battlefield. Two knights charging each other on their mounts, lances drawn with their pennants flying behind. You could see one has a white dragon on a blue field while the other has a golden lion on a red field. In the background, there’s a dazzling white tower with a stylized sun and moon each with a face looking down and stars in particular constellations.
The Oathlandic chivalric romantic sonnet below the illustration talks about the chaste and pure Sir Erec, in which his love drove him to great lengths to prove his worth to his beloved. One of many challenges that the knight met without complaint, and his righteous fury let loose upon those named as wicked. But the story of Sir Erec is one of sadness for those who know the whole tale, even if this particular illustration is one that's a resounding victory after a near loss.
Just on the side of the poem is written vertically a small note, the Queen of the Heavens.
The Oathlandic chivalric romantic sonnet below the illustration talks about the chaste and pure Sir Erec, in which his love drove him to great lengths to prove his worth to his beloved. One of many challenges that the knight met without complaint, and his righteous fury let loose upon those named as wicked. But the story of Sir Erec is one of sadness for those who know the whole tale, even if this particular illustration is one that's a resounding victory after a near loss.
Just on the side of the poem is written vertically a small note, the Queen of the Heavens.
Written By Victus
Dec. 21, 2020, 1:51 a.m.(8/9/1014 AR)
The young Prince’s death is unfortunate. We, the Arvani, were fortunate to have a mind well suited to our enemy’s political designs. The tragedy strikes a blow to the war effort. One that we shall recover from.
Condolences to Lady Monique Greenmarch. May the trust placed in Miss Bahiya and Princess Katarina ensure quick healing from our loss.
Condolences to Lady Monique Greenmarch. May the trust placed in Miss Bahiya and Princess Katarina ensure quick healing from our loss.
Written By Ciro
Dec. 21, 2020, 12:59 a.m.(8/9/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Calla
What kindred spirits we are, Save for the indulgence of wine.
The Saffron Siren always full of surprises, Always ready
with a smile that could melt the most frigid heart.
While some might not see her or hear her I do.
Her thoughts and company always welcome.
The Saffron Siren: White rum infused with Pineapple and ginger.
The Saffron Siren always full of surprises, Always ready
with a smile that could melt the most frigid heart.
While some might not see her or hear her I do.
Her thoughts and company always welcome.
The Saffron Siren: White rum infused with Pineapple and ginger.
Written By Porter
Dec. 20, 2020, 10:50 p.m.(8/9/1014 AR)
Somber news tonight and on a day that seemed to otherwise be pleasant. I guess days don't come with warning labels.
Written By Kedehern
Dec. 20, 2020, 10:22 p.m.(8/9/1014 AR)
It's good to be returned from Brightshore. I've missed little Keirlys and Kristoph especially, and it's a joy to see their smiling faces again.
Written By Lucita
Dec. 20, 2020, 9:57 p.m.(8/9/1014 AR)
Projects and more projects. So much planning to be done!
Written By Shae
Dec. 20, 2020, 9:49 p.m.(8/9/1014 AR)
Cini really loves it when people sing. I think I've come to realize that it is not about how good one can sing. But about how they feel the song that they sing. One can be terrible at singing, but feel what it is they are singing about in their heart. And that is what I think she loves. At least that is what I like to believe that she loves about it. That the song is felt, and expressed. No matter how perfectly, or wonderfully it is sung.
Written By Shae
Dec. 20, 2020, 9:39 p.m.(8/9/1014 AR)
While on my outing in the woods around Arx, I wrote this. I know it is terrible, and I can not claim to be any sort of poet or writer, but it is at least from the heart.
The wisdom of ages
Lies in it's wood
The branches strong
Offering stories of ages past
Of safety beneath it's boughs
It's bark a shield
For a heart that is true
The wisdom of ages
Lies in it's wood
The branches strong
Offering stories of ages past
Of safety beneath it's boughs
It's bark a shield
For a heart that is true
Written By Mahir
Dec. 20, 2020, 9:21 p.m.(8/9/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Porter
Sir Porter Kennex of the Knights of Solace was an appreciated meeting upon my visit of the Great Cathedral. The meeting was a positive one and it was a good opportunity to talk of various things, and learn more in the process.
I can only hope all future meetings of strangers will be as pleasant.
I can only hope all future meetings of strangers will be as pleasant.
Written By Shae
Dec. 20, 2020, 9:15 p.m.(8/9/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Kedehern
Thank you for the wonderful day we spent on my birthday, it was perfect. Going for a ride outside of the city, getting to be out and enjoying nature, and the picnic we made was just fantastic. An amazing day spent together. Here is to hoping for many more.
Written By Selene
Dec. 20, 2020, 9:15 p.m.(8/9/1014 AR)
Tonight, the pen and the needle are inadequate. Wine cannot give proper purpose.
I'm so sorry, Lady Monique.
I'm so sorry, Lady Monique.
Written By Mahir
Dec. 20, 2020, 9:15 p.m.(8/9/1014 AR)
Decorous Composition has opened its doors within the Bazaar of the Ward of the Traveler. A place for those seeking jewelry of quality, as well as artwork of various kinds. When time permits I should soon be showcasing some new pieces.
I've taken some apprentices among my fellow refugees, to hopefully help them make a new home in this place. Just as I shall endevour to do the same.
I've taken some apprentices among my fellow refugees, to hopefully help them make a new home in this place. Just as I shall endevour to do the same.
Written By Sabella
Dec. 20, 2020, 8:53 p.m.(8/9/1014 AR)
I auditioned for a new play this week! It was the first time I've auditioned in a long time so it wasn't my best effort but I was pleased with the results! The Nightingale and several other princesses were there so now I suppose we wait with baited breath for the messengers to arrive--hopefully with good news!
Written By Sabella
Dec. 20, 2020, 8:52 p.m.(8/9/1014 AR)
There are so many new people in the city these days it seems I hope that they are all able to find the happiness and fulfillment they seem to be looking for!
Written By Svana
Dec. 20, 2020, 8:51 p.m.(8/9/1014 AR)
There are a few chosen people in the Compact who think that someday I will make a difference in the world - that my name will be in history books. That my children will take the surname 'Swanchild'. That I am more than I seem.
I don't know why or how you think that, but thank you. Maybe someday I will be that person.
I don't know why or how you think that, but thank you. Maybe someday I will be that person.
Written By Thea
Dec. 20, 2020, 8:16 p.m.(8/9/1014 AR)
There comes a point where everyone needs to just get their shit together. Honest. Come together, because if we don't. Well--Good luck. We'll find ourselves falling apart. And failing. Accomplishing nothing.
Written By Kaia
Dec. 20, 2020, 7:56 p.m.(8/9/1014 AR)
The tournament was so much fun! A bit of a comedy that could have easily become a tragedy had it not been for luck during its early stages. I am regretful to say I was not the champion; that title went to the skilled Lord Haakon Eswynd. I made it to third place, with Scout Rowenova taking second place and Lady Rosalind the fourth place. Still, it was a good and most enjoyable experience! Cheers and praise to my sister the Lady Zoey Kennex and Lady Emily Deepwood for hosting such a delightful event! May there be more to come!
Written By Bahiya
Dec. 20, 2020, 7:51 p.m.(8/9/1014 AR)
Promises made shall be kept.
There is always time to grieve later, but our enemies will not wait for us to finish weeping.
I will mourn later; there is too much work to be done.
There is always time to grieve later, but our enemies will not wait for us to finish weeping.
I will mourn later; there is too much work to be done.
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