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Written By Eirene

Dec. 14, 2016, 2:04 p.m.(5/19/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Serafine

The more I hear about her the more I wonder why the fuck we haven't gotten together yet. I think we'd get along like a wagon on fire, that is to say everybody better get out of our way...

Written By Agnarr

Dec. 14, 2016, 1:50 p.m.(5/19/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Anze

That hurt.

Written By Khanne

Dec. 14, 2016, 11:38 a.m.(5/19/1005 AR)

I was far too tired to write last night. Also left with a lack of surety on what, precisely, to put quill to paper.

I often speak of balance and its importance in life. In darkness, look for the light, for example. I firmly believe that for all the evil in the world, there is good, and that hope is the key, or one of them, to success. Yesterday was a complex day, filled with joy and hope, shadowed by the darkness of memories that were trying to claw their way out. I was more solemn than I have been.. well, in public anyway. I find it a complicating manner to be social under such circumstances, when prior to now I was able to find solace in the woods, in the mountains, to walk with The Spirits and feel the breeze upon my cheeks. I have to adjust, here. I know they still walk with me, I know they always will. That alone brings me some comfort, but I miss having that 'place' where I can cleanse my spirit. I hope to find one here or nearby soon.

Aside from the shadow following me throughout the day, I attended the ritual performed by Freja and Signe. It was lovely, and did provide me with a bit of solace in the day. I find their methods perhaps different than my own, though certainly with a similar basis. I decided to explore the city a bit again, after, and met another intriguing individual that I rather hope to run into again in the future, but perhaps without the need of his services.

This week continues my hunt for a tailor or seamstress with time to work, and I should speak with Julea in regards to some things... and find a carpenter... I have a meeting with Princess Sophie later this week. I am looking forward to the conversation, and it has been suggested that I seek out one from The Salon to speak with as well. Perhaps I should write a missive in that regard. I should do so now....

One last note.... sometimes even the iciest of mountains has fire within its heart.

Written By Orazio

Dec. 14, 2016, 10:07 a.m.(5/19/1005 AR)

If anyone might doubt the righteous judgment of the gods, one need only consider that it is entirely possible to become intoxicated enough to make a fool of oneself in public, but not so intoxicated that one cannot remember it the next morning.

Additionally, bless the Rectory cook for this noxious concoction that I have consumed. Its flavor cannot be recommended, but it does a remarkable job at slaying the headache I awoke with, this morn.

Written By Julea

Dec. 14, 2016, 8:12 a.m.(5/18/1005 AR)

[copy of letter sent by messenger to a village just outside of Whitehold follows in lieu of a journal entry:]

Dear Father,

I arrived in Arx just over a month ago, and I'm starting to settle in now. I have my own shop, and if you saw it, you'd love it and be oh so proud. I hung your tongs up on the wall, the ones you gave me before I left. Everyone has been so nice to me, and I've already made so many new friends. Despite being a thousand times the size of Three Trees, the people are almost as warm and friendly all the same.

Still, I miss the forests. I miss the green that is not quite the same even outside of Arx. I miss knowing everyone. Has Lien had her baby yet? And Jaceb? I imagine he's probably already forgotten me already. Tevia always had a soft spot for him, and with me gone. I'm hopeful he might finally notice her. Soon it'll be bonfire night. The first I've missed in 10 years. Maybe you can throw some rosemary on it for me.

I hope by now you've calmed down and forgiven me and see why I did. And it's not for forever. Just for a year or two.

I need to know.
Julea.

18th of May, 1005

[A stick figure is drawn at the bottom, presumably of Julea, standing in front of a crude outline of a forge]

Written By Leola

Dec. 14, 2016, 2:40 a.m.(5/18/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Sophie

The Princess of Mercy and I met during a loud, and near-violent argument on the nature of Thrallhood - no, master scribe, I don't want to discuss that here. I'm certain you've heard enough of that of late, and my own views mirror those of Petri -

- I said I wouldn't discuss it? Very well.

I was manning Brier, acclimitising them to crowds, and the Mercy and I talked. She invited me to speak at the Oathland openfire meal, and to pursue holy orders if I felt such a call. The long, and the short, then, is that I have given my vows to serve Petrichor; and thank you, your highness, for encouraging me to do so.

Look, I don't think it was necessarily improper to say the circumstances of our meeting, master scribe. And you see, it was relevant! Hah!

Written By Leola

Dec. 14, 2016, 2:36 a.m.(5/18/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Niamh

The Lady Niamh has graciously offered both her own hand in friendship and that of her clan; I think, how it was phrased, that's a great honor, and certainly I reacted as though it were. The ways of the Valardin are quite strange to me, though.

Our agreement; for five hundred silver per banking session (Why is that every three weeks? Stupid banks) and the promise of support once a month in a minor endevour, once a season I shall train the war elks of their stables.

Oh, those war elks! Thick pelted, many-horned. Wonderful creatures, as a dire deer might be, were they as loyal as horses and sturdy as a badger. Admittedly, I'd not race that rack through a forest, but I can envision the terror a row of them would cause as they thundered across the snow towards you.

Why did Niamh laugh when I said that?

Written By Leola

Dec. 14, 2016, 2:32 a.m.(5/18/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Hana

The smith I met on my arrival to Arx seems to be doing well! I'd passed her storefront a number of times, not knowing it was her within. Recently, as we've both been favored, she's written to me, and I her.

I look forward to seeing her work, truly. Perhaps I could bring her a lizard; the heat of the forge would be comfortable, I think

Written By Mirari

Dec. 14, 2016, 1:45 a.m.(5/17/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Lianne

Lady Lianne Pravus seems quite the curious lady, speaking of exploration.

Written By Mirari

Dec. 14, 2016, 1:44 a.m.(5/17/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Damon

Lord Damon Wyrmguard seems adept at poetry.

Written By Rymarr

Dec. 14, 2016, 1:24 a.m.(5/17/1005 AR)

Sir Rymarr, why do you not write more journals?

My duties make up a great deal of my activities and to discuss the details of those duties so openly could put my charge or charges at risk. That is unacceptable.

I will say this much: House Redrain knows how to duel a bear. I wonder if they have armor for it.

Written By Selene

Dec. 14, 2016, 12:12 a.m.(5/17/1005 AR)

In the end we stand-alone with nothing but our memories.
Motionless in a sea of darkness, clinging to love lost -
Hoping that someone will save us, but not willing to swim to shore.

Written By Selene

Dec. 13, 2016, 11:56 p.m.(5/17/1005 AR)

I do miss the emotional satisfaction of being cherished.

Written By Silas

Dec. 13, 2016, 11:46 p.m.(5/17/1005 AR)

A challenge issued.

I think it will be fun, if she accepts.

Written By Serafine

Dec. 13, 2016, 11:31 p.m.(5/17/1005 AR)

That took less cheese than I expected it to.

Written By Margot

Dec. 13, 2016, 11:12 p.m.(5/17/1005 AR)

In the storm of our time, refuge and reprieve, for how ever long or brief, is a rare and precious thing.

Written By Eleyna

Dec. 13, 2016, 10:10 p.m.(5/17/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Jaenelle

Several times now, I've been mistaken for Jaenelle by servants of the Estate. I was even mistaken for her while taking a glass of wine at the Hundred Cities. How peculiar to finally have someone that looks like me around. I spent years being the only fair Velenosa and I stood out like a cuckoo in the nest.

Written By Bethany

Dec. 13, 2016, 9:44 p.m.(5/17/1005 AR)

( From the sleepless, paper-strewn desk of B. Mercier : )

Nightmares, again.

Infrequent, troublesome.

I sit, and read, and write nonsense, and burn down the last of my candles that solidify into cold puddles of wax by daybreak. I am too afraid of going back to sleep, sometimes. All the more eager to tend to my daily duties.

I don't know who I need to speak to about these chasing shadows away.

Written By Ida

Dec. 13, 2016, 7:44 p.m.(5/17/1005 AR)

A few random musings, if only because I am currently musing on them all.

Standing at the Shrine of Vellichor often makes me wonder just how much knowledge was once there, and the gaping hole left by what surely was lost to the fires.

I've always considered myself a rather simple woman, yet lately, things don't seem as uncomplicated as when I first came to Arx.

I've forged a handful of rubicund weapons with decent success, I think. No matter the uncertainly or confusion that I may be discovering in myself lately, everything I work with my hands seems perfectly clear.

Thank all the gods for that.

Written By Joscelin

Dec. 13, 2016, 7:25 p.m.(5/17/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Fortunato

It's not that we didn't get on well as children, but that ... well. We were children. Aureth was easy to relate to as a youngster, and Ianthe followed me everywhere...

Fort did his own thing, but as adults, connecting isn't so difficult and that's unusual given, in my experience, it's usually hard to make friends these days. Too many ways to misstep and for things to go wrong or to be offended by.

So it was good to feed my near-brother food, to make fun of our family in the most loving way possible, and trade stories and silly secrets as siblings might.

It was more than nice. I look forward to more moments as that.

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