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Written By Shard

Nov. 11, 2018, 4:54 p.m.(12/21/1009 AR)

Relationship Note on Audric

Exactly how drunk did you get last night?

Written By Harlex

Nov. 11, 2018, 4:35 p.m.(12/21/1009 AR)

Relationship Note on Bashira

I should have just left you alone at that bonfire. We weren't so different. You came from the sea and I came from the road and behind us were a thousand miles of hard times and an uncertain future.

More than your beauty, you looked kind. I needed kindness like a shivering wretch craved the warmth of flames.

Maybe it was the northern spirits but I let you paint my face with your fingers. I drew a little black bird on yours.

I prowled into your life.

Do you remember when you came to bring me Red Sky? You were so thrilled.

I made a fool of myself in Ms. Lottie's shop, bumping and wumping and nearly knocking that table over. You didn't care. I'm so slick now. But I was just a fool then. You didn't care.

At the butterfly garden it was like I had stepped right out of a bad dream and into a good one.

I thought I saw the end of the story.

I was wrong.

When I came back from the Northlands you could tell I had changed. But it wasn't a change. I had seen my self again. My real self.

It was an awakening.

I thrashed and broke apart everything around me in that wakefulness until I had a grip. Until I saw I wanted something else. Something more.

I hurt you. I gave you a wound on the heart. And you still wanted the best for me. You were kind to a fault.

And here we are. Me outliving you.

These things you left behind. Sitting on my table. The fire casting their shadows in strange and writhing torments. Memories. Sometimes I think I'm so steeped in memories, I may drown.

All you ever wanted was to help others. You deserved better for it. I hope you find it in the Wheel's turn.

Written By Duarte

Nov. 11, 2018, 3:19 p.m.(12/21/1009 AR)

Relationship Note on Rinel

I am so pleased this bright young scholar has taken up my offer of patronage. Messere Tern is a deep intellectual; a fine researcher. She is charming and irrepressible. I look forward to serving as a benefactor to her many scholarly studies and endeavors for the good of the Compact and Faith.

Written By Klaus

Nov. 11, 2018, 3:15 p.m.(12/21/1009 AR)

Relationship Note on Alarissa

Beekeeper?

Written By Klaus

Nov. 11, 2018, 3:14 p.m.(12/21/1009 AR)

Relationship Note on Coraline

Glory wants to thank you for her new tiara...

Written By Maddox

Nov. 11, 2018, 2:51 p.m.(12/21/1009 AR)

I need to spend some time outside of the library's. The Lord Rymarr has indicated he has some tasks for me that may take me outside the city. And that means Im going to need to make sure I can handle the rigors of the road, as well as being prepared for it. I am going to start looking into gear and training for such an endeavor.

Written By Maddox

Nov. 11, 2018, 2:50 p.m.(12/21/1009 AR)

The Princess Macda is sharp of mind. She seems amiable to me teaching her, and I am disposed to do so. She has a fire and steel in her that I find admirable. Its a primal natural energy that can be a wonder and benefit to everyone. I hope that in some way I can help her to focus it.

Written By Faye

Nov. 11, 2018, 2:47 p.m.(12/21/1009 AR)

Last night I accepted an anonymous invitation to the Grotto to enjoy the sociable company of some of the finest princesses of the Compact. It isn't the sort of invitation I usually get, so curiosity made me attend. I won't spoil the surprise if others end up getting similar invitations, though I will say that I did not regret going.

Written By Ruslan

Nov. 11, 2018, 2:20 p.m.(12/21/1009 AR)

Relationship Note on Ann

The Duchess-Consort of Stormwall. It was with her I found myself negotiating the contract to have Lady Fianna Crovane's hand. I see why Duke Asger sent her - she is a shrewd and just negotiator, and I look forward to the joining of our families.

Written By Nurie

Nov. 11, 2018, 1:31 p.m.(12/21/1009 AR)

Oh, my stars!

I have received almost the most wonderful gift ever! They just arrived from Irisical, and I've never held anything so soft and beautiful! They also make the loveliest sounds. It's not a song...not /exactly/...but they coo and trill quite contentedly especially when you feed them grains and allow them to nestle in your arm or against your neck! I think one of them /must/ have the blood of a champion! He struts and puffs his feathers just so, his tail as proud and plumed as a noblewoman's fan! And they are so striking in with their white and black markings! It's so hard to not spoil them. I wanted to get them accustomed to the Palazzo, but perhaps it wasn't the best idea to allow them out of their cage just yet.

I think I got all of the feathers out of Sabine's room!

I did notice that my champion had a black foot when I retrieved him from the courtyard. He'd been flying near Minister Daupenne's offices. I peeked in the doorway and his ledgers were out, as was his inkwell, but I didn't have time to look then, and when I'd finally retrieved all the birds his door was closed!

And I cleaned up the incident on top of Cosimo's bookshelf.

I think perhaps, in addition to all the lovely nightgowns and bedding robes I'm working on this week, perhaps I'd better see about getting some instruction from someone who knows about keeping birds!

Written By Ouida

Nov. 11, 2018, 1:15 p.m.(12/21/1009 AR)

Relationship Note on Orvyn

I remember when we were children, and you would be sitting at your studies, head bowed, while the day was glorious outside. Of course, I, in my innocent selfishness, assumed you were unhappy, that the head bowed was one of discontent. So of course, it was my duty to burst in, surprise the tutor, take you by the hand and run until we left the shouting behind us, and the warm sun was on our faces, free at last. "Look, look, come and see, brother, look what ships are coming in!" By then you were laughing, and running just as hard along side me, racing for the overlook where we could watch the whitecaps and ships from on high. You tussled my hair, making a mess of all the braids that my maid had forced it into, and then pointed out where each ship must have been coming from or going to, based on how they set their sails, and the banners they flew. Still at your studies, in a way, patiently educating me where a tutor could not, allowing me to weave crowns and bracelets of the sad scraggly little wildflowers and vines so that I could listen as you spoke.

Now it is you, who offers a hand, at least in spirit, and I am just as breathless in those first few minutes as you must have been--as I am pulled forward and you tell me, "Come and see, sister, what ships are coming in." I know that this is not a path you necessarily would have chosen, years ago, had you the choice. And I know a little of the sacrifices you have made, in fully committing yourself to it. But Harthall has never been so strong, and I have never been so happy, as to chase after these new dreams and plans, and to think I might have a hand in helping you bring them in.

Written By Karadoc

Nov. 11, 2018, 11:36 a.m.(12/21/1009 AR)

I could -- should -- set down a proper entry in some poor attempt to offer my feelings to the pages of my White Journal. There have been quite a few things on my mind that I should -- would -- write down. Committing them to parchment would make them _real._ Which, then, would start that rather annoying thing called optimism to start developing. Or, gods forbid, hope. So. No. I won't.

Written By Rymarr

Nov. 11, 2018, 10:15 a.m.(12/21/1009 AR)

Relationship Note on Ida

Patsy has been returning from Dame Ida's shop with elk treats to munch on. Given that he is not an elk, naturally I've looked askance to the man while he's sat happily gnawing on them.

Honestly, they're not half bad once one gets through the pine flavor.

Written By Rymarr

Nov. 11, 2018, 8:56 a.m.(12/21/1009 AR)

Relationship Note on Kenna

Accepting the fact that Lady Kenna will send random gifts at random times has been one of the better facts that I've come to terms with. Her latest maneuver has not lacked in success when it comes to impressing me.

I had better start thinking about how one responds with a gift, to a gift-giving.

A sword, maybe? Possibly a spear or mace?

Written By Rymarr

Nov. 11, 2018, 8:48 a.m.(12/21/1009 AR)

Relationship Note on Jyri

He conspired with another to present me with a gift. This painting is one that will hang in a place of prominence, because I like it a great deal.

The artistic skill of Master Tersk is impressive; never has been Dauntless been captured in such a stunning way. There was a stick figure variety of Dauntless once, but this rendition far surpasses that more rudimentary representation.

Written By Edward

Nov. 11, 2018, 8:36 a.m.(12/21/1009 AR)

I am finding myself with a growing collection of friends dead and gone than those alive to share a drink with.

Written By Marian

Nov. 11, 2018, 8:28 a.m.(12/21/1009 AR)

Prayer to Petrichor

Protector of the Forests,
God of Land, Soil and Trees,
Petrichor I thank thee.
When our enemies came,
You protected the Grove
Stopped the shed of blood
From soaking your soil.
Pushing back the corrupt
And fouled beasts of wrong.
Bringing your light to me
And brave warriors, chasing
Darkness from the clearing,
Cleansing the horror with life,
A fresh sapling that heralds
A new tomorrow, hope for us all.

Written By Audric

Nov. 11, 2018, 6:19 a.m.(12/20/1009 AR)

I can no longer stand unmoving against approaching fungal enemy.

Written By Lys

Nov. 11, 2018, 6:08 a.m.(12/20/1009 AR)

Let it be known that on this date, the 20th day of the twelfth month in the 1009th year after the reckoning:


Mushrooms are hereby disfavored and prohibited within the borders of Fen de Lire and not desired within Afflua. Please send your mushrooms elsewhere.


By the hand of Lady Lys de Lire, Voice of Afflua and Empress of Coin,
By the will of Baron Audric de Lire, Baron of Afflua.


Noto Bene: If for some reason your main source of food is mushrooms or other kind of fungi and you are a citizen of Fen de Lire, House de Lire shall afford you an equivalent stipend so you may afford actual food that is not a fungus.

Written By Felicia

Nov. 11, 2018, 4:21 a.m.(12/20/1009 AR)

Words passed on to me by an old soldier haunt my thoughts tonight, a poem known as 'For the Fallen' by Laurence Binyons. I share it in part, an ode to the honored dead.

They will not grow old,
As we who are left grow old.
Age shall not weary them,
Nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun
and in the morning,
we will remember them.

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