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Written By Lorna

Nov. 14, 2018, 9:13 a.m.(12/27/1009 AR)

Relationship Note on Cybele

Cybele was one of the first people that I met in Arx and they immediately made me feel welcomed. Both wild and gentle in equal measure, with wisdom that I will miss.

Written By Macda

Nov. 14, 2018, 8:59 a.m.(12/27/1009 AR)

In a dream
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trace of dust on cobalt bed
scent of myrrh upon handle
his lips demand to be fed
tempting is his scandal

murmur decry his appetites risky
but able fingers trace her cheek
he prefers highborn whiskey
she drinks anything not too weak

blood-stained maw, danger implicit
but sure of its guiding
a dagger to collect their spirits
every memory abiding

apparent his pleasure may settle
in baths and battlefield
pray his rage be confined to metal
deaf to most appeal

rituals of war and doom
written on a stone heart
redness at the wound
where his kiss did start

expert in death, eager of flesh
ripping heart from offered chest
none are safe outside the creche
heed trap disguised as nest



Oph enc iewuk ti wsbptyx qurfsj, wzj xobz Qfnmrd.

Written By Faye

Nov. 14, 2018, 8:48 a.m.(12/27/1009 AR)

Relationship Note on Gareth

I can't pretend that Inquisitor Gareth and I were the best of friends. Or very good friends at all. But I will not revisit disagreements. I will say I always respected his loyalty and his work with the Inquisition. One of my favorite memories of him was when he, Princess Caith, and I were in his office (had we been talking about bunnies?), drinking wine and chatting. He was a good man, loved by his family and valued within the Inquisition.

This fucking poison. It's serious business, I tell you that. I'm no expert myself, but if there's any lesson to be learned from messing around with it, it's that you take your life in your hands every fucking time. Don't just say to yourself, "This sounds cool," or "I just want to try this out." This isn't an aspirational hobby. The poison fucking sucks, and your family and friends will miss you when you're gone.

Written By Norwood

Nov. 14, 2018, 7:45 a.m.(12/26/1009 AR)

What commentary does it make that I feel that hunting those who would wish Duskshire, Laurent, and Keaton ill is easier than some of this paperwork?

I do believe I need to get Eddard to sit down a shift though it. Perhaps his flighty eyes might see where I have muddled the details this time.

I don't wish for injury and death, but this paperwork might just be more dangerous than the sword.

Written By Kenna

Nov. 14, 2018, 7:42 a.m.(12/26/1009 AR)

There is so much sorrow. I hope I can find some small way to bring brightness to those I love that hurt.

Written By Iseulet

Nov. 14, 2018, 1:02 a.m.(12/26/1009 AR)

Relationship Note on Gareth

He never let me get to know him particularly well, even though I think once I bribed him with a blueberry pie or something sweet from Petals' shop.

But, he was the Empyrean's very first officially 'recruited' member and I was always grateful. When he approached me then and visited once later, it meant a great deal to me. More than I can express in words in a white journal.

I'm deeply saddened by the news of his passing.

My condolences are offered to everyone he left behind.

Written By Fortunato

Nov. 14, 2018, 12:44 a.m.(12/26/1009 AR)

Relationship Note on Cybele

Cybele was a guide and a teacher to me while I was lost in turbulent waters. Cybele's concept of liminality, existing between, has remained an inspiration to me.

I still have so much to learn. I will miss them deeply.

Written By Joscelin

Nov. 14, 2018, 12:10 a.m.(12/26/1009 AR)

Relationship Note on Gareth

Not many know that we knew each other, or that we were friends, or that it was you that gifted me with Mongoose when I was at my most vulnerable, my most fearful, or that it was your embrace the night Oliver died that shook me loose from the stupor of shock. If there weren't witnesses to the latter, I daresay most would call me a liar.

But you were my friend. Your promises meant much to me. I am sad for your loss for many reasons, most that I cannot write here, and some that I lack the ability to express.

Ultimately, I hope thus: that you knew you had my friendship and respect, and that you were important to me.

I pray Death keeps you safe until your next Turn, and that that life is far kinder to you than this one was.

Written By Joscelin

Nov. 14, 2018, 12:06 a.m.(12/26/1009 AR)

I haven't been home since Oliver died.

I have a place to stay, I've been offered many places, in homes, families, establishments. I've written it many times and I'll do it again: the sheer generosity I've been met with has been humbling. If there's any good to come of all this, it's that I am loved and cared for.

But I've not been idle, either.

Letters. So many letters, private meetings, conversations between parties both sought after and requested. The support I've been met with in Oliver's passing has turned into something else. So many offers of help and support have been managed and shifted towards the Guild. It's been hard maintaining a certain level of energy, which has had less to do with grief and more to do with feeling exhausted all the time, something the physicians have warned me will only get worse as this baby gets bigger. But with a shift in focus, delegating those that are eager to help, the social influence of the Guild has grown, and many of my Crafters are reporting an increase in business. This heartens me, the Guild is alive and growing and doing well.

My work in the Atelier has all but stopped. My assistants continue as ever and their work is to my impossible standards, but my own hands have yet to raise a hammer or work the metals overmuch. I've managed to finish a project long due, but I won't lie: it was quite hard and the effort continues to be so. I miss working at my bench but it's hard to find my heart in it these days. I suspect my interest will return, but for now I am hesitant to take commissions. I have several projects I must finish, overdue for my grief, but I mean to finish them before the baby is born.

Written By Cambria

Nov. 13, 2018, 10:26 p.m.(12/26/1009 AR)

Of course, every age comes to an end, but then, every age is replaced by something else that seeks to nurture the seeds growing out of the ashes of what has passed.

Written By Lucita

Nov. 13, 2018, 10:05 p.m.(12/26/1009 AR)

Children grow so fast. 'Nu Soos' and nearly falling down while trying to show them off, and trying to keep them from hugging chickies too hard which would be fatal to them, and convincing them that people are riding horses and not 'big doggies' add smiles to what otherwise would be a glum day. Chickies, yes, the tower was infested with fifty of them in various shapes and sizes, all with the assorted stray feathers, eggs, and assorted mess. They apparently were a 'gift' to Lord Karadoc but thankfully now all have a home on a farm, at least most of them do though many people will be having chicken dinners for a while.

Written By Bliss

Nov. 13, 2018, 9:36 p.m.(12/26/1009 AR)

Relationship Note on Alrec

The Admiral of Setarco appears to be suffering from some sort of affliction that is making him act like a small child, crying and running away to his room.

Can one of you please handle that? It's making me uncomfortable.

Written By Harper

Nov. 13, 2018, 9:08 p.m.(12/26/1009 AR)

Relationship Note on Jyri

I'm real proud of you, Jyri. Never thought I'd hear you talking about painting either (unless it was a building or a wall or something) and I agree that it's amazing. I love the painting you did for Magpie and me. It's beautiful!

Thank you so much. Good luck with the shop!

Written By Octavia

Nov. 13, 2018, 8:48 p.m.(12/26/1009 AR)

Relationship Note on Niklas

It would be /you/ who remembered our mother's cooking most of all, wouldn't it?

Written By Brianna

Nov. 13, 2018, 8:33 p.m.(12/26/1009 AR)

I've only been back in the city for two days, but it's been quite an interesting two days.

I met someone who is certainly going to be my new best friend completely by chance, just by doing something I enjoy doing anyway, drinking whiskey.

Then when I was puttering around my room, I got a letter from a Velenosan Princess, asking me to come to the grotto. I went, and she ended up being a fashion savant who has some very interesting opinions. All in all, it was a nice change from the quiet of Whitehold, it had become a little dreary watching it snow for months on end. I'm very happy to be back in the city.

Written By Harper

Nov. 13, 2018, 7:30 p.m.(12/25/1009 AR)

Relationship Note on Magpie

Had to find a few more minutes to swing by for another entry. Zavi came to find me out at the tower earlier with a package. Much to my surprise, Magpie had a new sword made for me by Hana. I think maybe he's starting to get a little worried, or maybe just missing me. Either way it's one of the most beautiful things I've ever owned, along with the ring he gave me. I can't thank him or Hana enough.

I'll do my best to make sure that my friends and family and I all survive the upcoming battles. We've already lost enough. This helps my chances more than a little I hope!

I have no regrets. And I'm ready to get home to him and to Pie.

Written By Eilonwy

Nov. 13, 2018, 7:17 p.m.(12/25/1009 AR)

So now it is a Grove, true and proper. I do not think any who stood among the trees will forget that night or the people we stood with. I certainly don't imagine I will and putting it to paper, that Cybele, Bashira, and Lord Kaldur also gave so willingly of themselves means I can look back and reflect on it.

My brother Cillian, Dame Morrighan, and Lady Kalani too were all so incredible. They fought and kept the danger off our backs and I shall be ever grateful to entrust such brave and clever people to my survival. I am told two new saplings grow now, entwined together where we all knelt in the dirt. I think it is hopeful. I do not often write, but I want to be sure I remember this for I feel it was meaningful beyond a battle survived.

Written By Alrec

Nov. 13, 2018, 6:33 p.m.(12/25/1009 AR)

I have to congratulate Lady Prisila on her promptness to serve House Pravus and provide us with the resources to purchase a longship. Her commitment reminds us in Setarco, that we are not alone and that the Pirate Wars aren't over.

Written By Cambria

Nov. 13, 2018, 6:31 p.m.(12/25/1009 AR)

I took the liberty of sending a bottle of mushroom ketchup to the cook in De Lire manor, as well as some whole nutmeg.

Written By Niklas

Nov. 13, 2018, 4:37 p.m.(12/25/1009 AR)

Relationship Note on Gareth

I still can't believe that he is gone.

He was so very solid a presence. That he is suddenly not there... it seems like there should be a thunderclap.

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