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Written By Merek

April 27, 2017, 9:51 p.m.(5/9/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Thena

A friend of mine that works in the guard with me. She's quite good at what she does, as far as I can tell.

Written By Rowan

April 27, 2017, 7:22 p.m.(5/9/1006 AR)

From a tree on a hilly green field, Raven watched Eagle hunting. Eagle circled overhead with his keen eye on a shepherd and his flock of sheep bellow. When the shepherd took his lunch, Eagle swooped down quickly and seized a lamb in his talons to carry away to his nest.

Raven saw this, and decided that he could not only do what Eagle had done, but he could do it better. Why settle for the lamb when there was more impressive prey on the hill. The next day, when the shepherd took his lunch, Raven took flight from his tree to swoop down on the flock of sheep.

Raven descended on the back of a wooly ram, but when he tried to rise again, he found his claws had become tangled in the wool. He flapped feverishly to try and take flight, but he was thoroughly stuck. The ram scarcely noticed that he was there. The shepherd, however, took notice and came to see. He untangled Raven's claws, but not without first clipping his wings.

That evening, the shepherd gave Raven to his son. 'What a funny bird,' he laughed. 'What do you call it?'

'That is a raven, my son, but if you asked him, he would say he is an eagle.'

Written By Harald

April 27, 2017, 6:34 p.m.(5/9/1006 AR)

I find this telling:
Liars seem to believe that all other men are also liars. The mind of an honest man stands wholly beyond their ken.

Habits of deception mark one as pitiable, but also dangerous.

Written By Samantha

April 27, 2017, 6:03 p.m.(5/9/1006 AR)

If you want your place on the board respected, learn how to play the game.

Written By Tikva

April 27, 2017, 4:10 p.m.(5/9/1006 AR)

It seems that there is nowhere in this city we can step without risk of being attacked, be it by the disguised, or even by our own people, too frenzied with fear and paranoia to wait for enemies to strike before they strike back.

My greatest fear is for my son. I have lived my whole life in a state of more or less war with all the raiding parties and the threat of the Shav'Arvani, the enemy tribes upon our borders, in our woods . . . but never before did I fear to walk about the city streets with my child because of what we might come across.

I slew the seeming of a child that was a Bringer, who threatened the catacombs by trickery. My heart has been uneasy since then.

It is not that it is a bad lesson to learn, to question the evidence of my own eyes and ears. But it is a hard one.

Written By Kima

April 27, 2017, 3:21 p.m.(5/9/1006 AR)

I woke up to the most wonderful morning.

Written By Lianne

April 27, 2017, 12:12 p.m.(5/8/1006 AR)

This time last year, I was aboard a ship bound for Arx from Setarco. It was not my first visit to the capital, but it was meant to be--and has been--my longest stay to date. My first few weeks were filled with excitement and possibility as I explored, made friends and adjusted to my new responsibilities. By June, homesickness had set in. Summer never gets warm enough here. The ocean air smells different. There's never enough music. There's never enough sun.

I miss the stars and the swallows. I miss the songs and the stories. I miss the winding roads and the clifftop vistas. I miss the particular rhythm of Setarcan life, the lull when the sun is highest, the peak as it sets. I miss the people, my people, so sharp and bright and vital.

But I no longer ache. I no longer pine for the Silken City that I so love. I no longer spend my nights staring up at artificial stars to feel a little closer to home. I do not need to. I have found home here. I have found purpose and joy and a strange and satisfying cadence which keeps me grounded.

Trapped as we are, I should want to escape, to flee the besieged city for the safety of my beloved island, but I am home, and I am happy, and I mean to stay.

Written By Charlaine

April 27, 2017, 12:07 p.m.(5/8/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Seva

Talked about a possible fundraiser, thank you for lending your support I will talk to the whisperers.

Written By Mydas

April 27, 2017, 11:12 a.m.(5/8/1006 AR)

How to approach the topic of Tehom with Northerners:

1. Promise whiskey if they listen.
2. Talk of Tehom while they drink.
3. Offer a whiskey bottle to go.

You would think by now Southerners would have realized any kind of worthwhile conversation is always had with whiskey in hand.

Written By Simone

April 27, 2017, 10:34 a.m.(5/8/1006 AR)

Your mother would be a falcon.

Even now, years after this, when the wounds I leave heal.
Even after sleep with fierce eyes closed
and if her heart
is broken, it is as least still.

You would also be falcon and go free.

You would tread her wrist and wear the hood,
set high, no limits, strike and draw blood.

Written By Leona

April 27, 2017, 10:16 a.m.(5/8/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Leola

I am certain she is not mad. I am equally certain that she is very strange, but she means well. And as she is currently the liason for another group of Knights sworn to holy service, she is definitely worth talking to. I probably should not be so amused at sending Miles to speak with her and orchestrate working with the Order of Petrichor's Fluffybottoms, but I am. And I'm not even a little sorry.

Written By Leona

April 27, 2017, 10:13 a.m.(5/8/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Miles

Since I first joined the King's Own, Sir Miles has been there. He has patched cuts and scrapes and seen to bruises and injury more times than I care to count. He's gruff for certain, but only because he does his level best to keep us all healthy and ready to protect the King. He's a good man and a strong soldier and one that I'm glad to find in the ranks of the King's Own. I lean on him more and more to handle those sensitive matters that we cannot trust to outsiders.

Written By Rook

April 27, 2017, 7:29 a.m.(5/8/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Silas

I commend Baron Whitehawk for his proper display of etiquette in handing over his shop to another crafter in need. Not only that, my lord, you will
find that once profit is no longer the aim of your craft you will enjoy it remarkably more.

It was the way with my transition from common to lord courtier.

Written By Juliet

April 27, 2017, 4:26 a.m.(5/8/1006 AR)

Long overdue, but I've finally settled the matter of the invitation extended to me by the Most Radiant Selene Whisper. It will be a pleasure to serve as a patron of Whisper House as a whole, and I fully intend to enjoy the company of as many as possible of their fantastic courtesans. There's something to be said for the security in paying for the finest company that Arvum and Arx has to offer.

Written By Silas

April 27, 2017, 4:24 a.m.(5/8/1006 AR)

Now that I have been ennobled, I have been making arrangements to have my shop handed over to another carpenter. Once he is properly trained, it will be renamed and he will be given ownership. Some of my designs and my wood notes will remain.

I will remain in the Crafters Guild, but once that day comes I will no longer be using my carpentry skills for profit.

Written By Silas

April 27, 2017, 3:55 a.m.(5/8/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Aiden

Prince Aiden is genuinely good at heraldry suggestions, if you ever need them! It helps that his reasoning was exceptionally flattering, of course, but everything else fell into place because of it. I am glad to have made his day. Week. Month. Year?

I'm not sure if I can manage to sit perfectly still for an extended period of time, but I'll give it a try.

I consider him a dear friend, whose thoughts and opinions I will continue to seek.

Written By Alis

April 27, 2017, 12:36 a.m.(5/7/1006 AR)

Bringers, please take note: I do not come with barbeque sauce, so stop going for the ribs. Thanks.

Written By Orathy

April 26, 2017, 11:19 p.m.(5/7/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Dominique

Reckon I would... aye... waters do nat be scarin me none.

Written By Aureth

April 26, 2017, 11:15 p.m.(5/7/1006 AR)

This is my prayer for Skald:

I'm going to do just what I choose to do and not bother you about it.

Written By Aureth

April 26, 2017, 11:11 p.m.(5/7/1006 AR)

I run an inn and I work as a businessman. These are things that I plan to give up, when I step forward into the Faith; hand of the deed to the bar, hand of the papers for the business, and devote myself truly to the gods, say true. But for most of my life, I haven't been too far from Gild's auspices.

Yet it's easy to become jaded, isn't it? To know the works of charity that must be done and to suspect the perfidy in the hearts of humans. Because we do all have a choice, don't we? To do as we should, as we ought, or as we ... want. Haven't we all seen it, all too often?

If the Sentinel watches the injustice we work, what must Gild feel when she sees what so many of us do with our coin?

This is my prayer to Gild, Goddess of Fellowship, may I never forget the Boroughs, the hard-hearted and the downtrodden. Let my works do good for more than just myself and my goddess and those I love. Let me work in service of the common good. And may my fellows not forget what all that charity is supposed to be for.

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