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Written By Berto

Feb. 24, 2019, 9:37 p.m.(8/18/1010 AR)

A lovely evening of games, entertainers, wonderful company, and some of the best drink I've found outside of Grenaldo and Tiaza's, located in Peddlers Row, and tell your friends!

Written By Gregory

Feb. 24, 2019, 8:28 p.m.(8/18/1010 AR)

A task.
I have been approached as a Godsword to help a man who I will not be naming deal with his problems. He is suffering from a lingering guilt over actions that have played a small part in tearing his family apart. I need to think on how to handle this. He has done enough reflecting on it, but needs some form of closure. A personal penance might be suitable, not because he needs to repent, but because he needs a way to know that he has done so, for himself. I shall think more upon the problems he is facing, and maybe speak to my superiors and peers to see what they think.

Written By Gregory

Feb. 24, 2019, 8:25 p.m.(8/18/1010 AR)

It has been a while since I wrote a journal entry. I need to make sure that my pages are not left blank, and get into the practice of updating it with my thoughts. I must confess, since I have come to ArX I find myself at a loss a lot of the time. Sure, I have gotten myself involved in assisting with dipolomacy in the mountains, and am performing an investigation regarding the canticle of the dawn (more on that in a later entry), but I am yet to find a purpose. I find myself wondering aimlessly around this great city, and just performing my duties without any sense of direction. I have come from having a purpose, the one tasked with helping the village in its day to day spiritial and physical life, to being one of many within a system, and that worries me. Had I so defined myself by my role as Seraph that now I have no identity?

Written By Sparte

Feb. 24, 2019, 8:16 p.m.(8/18/1010 AR)

Apparently there are stories that have been spread about me I havn't yet heard, which people think I spread. I don't fault people for creativity at my expense, but I find myself wondering at what sort of person would spread those sorts of rumors about themselves.

Written By Avary

Feb. 24, 2019, 8:16 p.m.(8/18/1010 AR)

A question was posed today in the Shrine of Gild that I paid some little attention to but thought about after. Less the question and more the example - as the question was rhetorical:

"Let's say you have two charitable works in need of money. One helps orphans of war, the other does valuable maintenance to infrastructure in poor regions. Let's assume, for the moment, that the investment in the latter would do much more long-term scietal good than the former. Even if that's true, and people rationally know it to be true; I am confident that the orphans would receive the lion's share of charity, because it looks better to say 'I helped those poor orphans' than 'I helped maintain important infrastructure'"

It does bring to question how charity is measured. Is it measured by pure amount of? By proportional ability to give? Is the same amount given over time more charitable than a lump sum just once? Does the quality of to whom or to what is being given factor in to the equation?

How do risks and unknowns factor in? In the example above: what if one of the orphans grew to be a great knight? Or the next great physician? Or a beloved Dominus? Would that weigh in retrospect on the initial giving and balance it above the similar donation to infrastructure?

Now these questions are not necessary to any better understanding of Gild. Nor do I think society would particularly benefit any to some constructed balance and measure of Charity and which is greater than how and when so.

But it is an interesting, if futile and unrevelatory, thought experiment and so I leave it to the Salon. Perhaps they can discuss it at their next gathering.

Written By Shae

Feb. 24, 2019, 7:53 p.m.(8/18/1010 AR)

Hope comes in so many things. New friends, old friends, family, the welcoming of new life into this world, and the remembering of ones that have already left us. The color of a summer sunset. The smell of puppies. Yeah, so I'm weird and like the smell of puppies.

What I don't like is the smell of the kennels during the heat of the day, but no one wants to read about that.

A field of daisies growing wild and free. They are in many ways the perfect embodiment of hope. They look small and delicate, and yet they are exceptionally hearty, and tenacious, growing in the most unlikely places. Defiant against the world and determined to be free.

Written By Kedehern

Feb. 24, 2019, 7:52 p.m.(8/18/1010 AR)

Is it me, or have these few weeks been slower than most?

Written By Harper

Feb. 24, 2019, 7:32 p.m.(8/18/1010 AR)

I love my husband. I really, truly do. But next time he gets a wild hair to send in a bunch of petitions... there's gonna be words. Maybe more than words. Kicking his arse when he needs it is in my wedding vows, thanks to High Lord Victus!

At least we found the culprit for one problem. I can't remember how many requests he sent in though. It's gonna be a long month, or two, or three...

Written By Rinel

Feb. 24, 2019, 7:31 p.m.(8/18/1010 AR)

Relationship Note on Duarte

I considered writing this in a black journal, but that seemed to me almost an attempt at hiding. If the Count Bravura should see this, then so be it. I am tired of secrets.

I begin to despair of any reconciliation between myself and Count Amadeo. Neither he nor I will budge on the singular issue that divides us. In truth, I do not know whether it is an issue of pride--which I have grown to learn that both of us possess in excess of our stations--or a deeper matter altogether. But deep or no, the chasm that divides us remains unbridged, and with every passing day that yawning gulf seems to widen. I regret, in part, the circumstances that led to the severing of our relationship; I mourn the loss of company and intellect.

I shall continue to pray to Lord Limerance that comity be restored--but I have begun to pray to Lady Lagoma as well. All things change, and, in time, all things end. Perhaps it is time to let the field lie fallow for a season. Growth of a new crop may yet come.

Written By Rinel

Feb. 24, 2019, 7:25 p.m.(8/18/1010 AR)

Relationship Note on Sparte

This comes some days late, but... you see? I have learned to hold my tongue, at times.

Written By Rinel

Feb. 24, 2019, 7:24 p.m.(8/18/1010 AR)

I endured my time in the Shrine of the Thirteenth. I did not feel as though I experienced the self-reflection that the Archscholar desired of me, so I have spent another week in the Shrine of the Lost. There, I am able to feel myself in my entirety. The Shrine of the Thirteenth is oppressive, inward-focused. In the Shrine of the Dream--that is what I have taken to calling it--I see myself as a mote of colour upon a painting that spans creation, or a single pebble tossed into a vast and boundless sea. The effects my actions have on others--that is where I can truly reflect upon myself.

To judge oneself by the laws of the Gods and the effects one has on others... it is not an Orthodox position. But it is, in many ways, a stricter one.

And yet somehow it seems more freeing.

Written By Joscelin

Feb. 24, 2019, 7:09 p.m.(8/18/1010 AR)

Oliver's chair is in the Crafters guildhall, a memorial and a comfort to me. I wonder if this should become a tradition, for passed Crafters to have a space of seating in their name, so that those that live now can appreciate the foundation left behind but them that came before. I will admit, it brings me solace to sit where he sat, to hold our daughter and kiss her face between petitions and discussions with peers and fellows.

Random thoughts from a melancholy woman in a rare moment; the sun comes out readily enough and the clouds burn away like soft mist.

Written By Andry

Feb. 24, 2019, 6:32 p.m.(8/18/1010 AR)

Following some of the debates that have arose in the wake of my talk on Civilization, I want to make it clear that while examining an aspect in isolation you can find unsavory courses of actions may embody that aspect. Does that mean those actions are in accordance to the god or the pantheon? It's not that easy. A righteous action needs to take all the aspects into account, Avarice may build Cities but Avarice is not Gild. Gild is the godess of mutual prosperity, making something better not just for yourself but for everyone and sharing your gifts with those who need them and that is the kind of civilization we should aspire to build.

Written By Olivia

Feb. 24, 2019, 4:45 p.m.(8/18/1010 AR)

I moved in to Aislin's old room in an attempt to ditch the kitten than has, unfortunately decided to become attached to me or something.

It has followed me.


Will anyone save me from such a fate?

Written By Raymesin

Feb. 24, 2019, 4:42 p.m.(8/18/1010 AR)

Seems there's more unsettling things in the world than mirrors, or people who look a lot like your own self.

Who was that woman? An omen, I think, perhaps for both good and ill. A strange one, at the very least. I think I might know who she is. Was. But... I can't be sure.

I won't be investigating that spot alone. Or at night. And yet, I'm rather looking forward to it.

Written By Dariel

Feb. 24, 2019, 4:27 p.m.(8/18/1010 AR)

Relationship Note on Domonico

Part of me wonders if Lord Domonico will still have that stick up his butt when he walks down the aisle.

Written By Tesha

Feb. 24, 2019, 4:24 p.m.(8/18/1010 AR)

Some things just come out of the blue. After the last few months this sudden surprise is not an unhappy one. Which I'm grateful for. I'm still processing and there's a small sliver of hope left still.

Written By Venturo

Feb. 24, 2019, 4:11 p.m.(8/18/1010 AR)

Relationship Note on Lianne

A recent conversation with the Marquessa reminded me it's been just over two years since I started the Raconteur upon my arrival at Arx. Our debate continues between the merits of skill and luck, and how each has (or has not) played a roll in my turn of fortunes since I first set foot in this city. The key, I think, is an admittance that there is a balance to these things. I can think of no better way to celebrate my time here, and all that has been accomplished than the carnival that will be taking place tonight.

Written By Duarte

Feb. 24, 2019, 3:23 p.m.(8/18/1010 AR)

My visit to Setarco was glorious. There is no place quite like the Silken City and no finer place to call home. The statue is wonderous and will inspire all as a testament to the creativity and capabilities of people. Well done to those who oversaw the task from planning and design to funding and construction.

Written By Norwood

Feb. 24, 2019, 2:50 p.m.(8/18/1010 AR)

The hives are doing well. Now I just need a competent beekeeper for when we have to leave the house.

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