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Written By Calaudrin

Nov. 2, 2018, 3:18 p.m.(12/3/1009 AR)

I accept Lady Kenna's correction.

And NO. We do not need rattles sent to our home.

Written By Delilah

Nov. 2, 2018, 2:12 p.m.(12/3/1009 AR)

Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow.

How many things I put off for the coming dawn. There can only be so many hours committed to a given task, if the task is to be done well. Scrub away at the floors before you start trying to tidy the cabinets, organize books, set out the winter clothes and put away the summer. Likewise stop trying to design a ball, arrange for ongoing winter studies, incidentally build a major institution, and possibly work to arrange half a dozen other events.

That's just this morning.

Excess? I don't know the meaning of the word....

Written By Miranda

Nov. 2, 2018, 12:41 p.m.(12/3/1009 AR)

Sometimes an act of utter idiocy can be very rewarding!

A lesson to myself when I feel doubt.

Stay courageous to all of those who are assisting with the Lodge!

You never know what you might uncover!

Written By Miranda

Nov. 2, 2018, 12:34 p.m.(12/3/1009 AR)

We came.
We saw.
We did not flee.
We survived!

Princesses Nuala Redrain and Sophie Valardin,
Lords Vitalis Mazetti and Fecundo Rubino,
Faruq Crownsworn:

We did well and I am proud of all of you for working so well together!

Special Thanks to Captain Teemo of the Protectors of the Gray Forest, without you, we may have gotten lost within those caves, in more ways than one!

Written By Kenna

Nov. 2, 2018, 8:37 a.m.(12/2/1009 AR)

Relationship Note on Calaudrin

I am suppose to post a correction for sending toys to the Deputy Commander before he will let me see his new toy.

Does anyone else find this funny?

Now, to be more clear.

Deputy Commander Calaudrin asked me to stop sending him toys after... the second one, I think? But I did it anyway. But in my defense, he didn't tell me WHY he wanted me to stop. Just to stop. I really did think he needed toys for a while.

The rattle, in particular, was a good idea in my mind. I don't know his life!

Written By Calaudrin

Nov. 2, 2018, 8:26 a.m.(12/2/1009 AR)

Relationship Note on Calaudrin

To set the record straight, as Lady Kenna has misrepresented our exchange...

I asked her about the toys and she didn't have the kind that I needed. She started sending me some. I told her in no uncertain terms to stop, more than once. She continued to send them. My apartment isn't a toy store.

That said, no one would have known she was the lunatic if she didn't admit to it in her own journal.

Written By Lys

Nov. 2, 2018, 7:52 a.m.(12/2/1009 AR)

I dreamt, last night, that I sat on a throne of glass and in my lap was a bowl of blueberries. No matter how many I ate the bowl never emptied. I gorged myself on blueberries until my fingers were stained black and yet there were still more to eat.

Written By Violet

Nov. 2, 2018, 3:47 a.m.(12/2/1009 AR)

I write this and am thankful to be alive. The enemy came and the Blades met it. I am not happy with my performance, though my Blades were amazing. I blame myself for the deaths on the field today and below the ground. I must do better. I have too. What good is seeing things others cannot if you are rendered unable to act? When this is over there will be far too many funerary arrangements to make. Far to many death letters to write too families.

I recognize it is war. I know there will always be losses. But there is always room to improve. I just am unsure where to turn. Looking outward for answers has given me none. But I do seem to find them when I look inwards. So perhaps that is what I must do again. When there is time. And I can hear out my right ear again. It's still ringing.

Written By Brigida

Nov. 2, 2018, 2:32 a.m.(12/2/1009 AR)

Relationship Note on Alrec

Archlector Ilvin is not in the city at the moment, so I suppose I can field this one for him.

Limerance is not a god only for Lords and Ladies.

Oaths are held in great regard by commoner and noble alike.

Those who break their oaths are despised by all in the Compact.

I do not know what oaths, if any, were involved with your work for House Darkwater; whether or not a sacred vow was made you are a treacherous man who broke trust, not only the trust you had forged with the House for whom you worked but, and this is even worse, the trust your sailors had in you, when you chose to murder your own people.

You would do best to spend no small amount of time at the Shrine of Limerance. You have a great deal to learn and for which you should seek his guidance. Perhaps you will see where things went wrong. Perhaps you will become a Devotion. Certainly stranger things have happened.

Either way, were I someone who abandoned my duty and killed Darkwater sailors for disagreeing with my choice, I might avoid the Thrax Ward, and certainly Darkwater Reach. No matter how good the rum there may be.

Written By Jyri

Nov. 2, 2018, 1:53 a.m.(12/2/1009 AR)

Every free minute I'm painting now. Like I have this urge to get it all out before it's too late.

Written By Lys

Nov. 2, 2018, 1:45 a.m.(12/2/1009 AR)

Relationship Note on Elora

Oh, dearest, lady healer Elora. I have never killed someone with knitting needles, but now I'm going to make it one of my life goals--

Written By Marian

Nov. 2, 2018, 1:17 a.m.(12/2/1009 AR)

Relationship Note on Victus

I spent the Eclipse of Mirrors with my guards, Keeping an eye on the Redrain ward. Nothing was amiss except that odd feeling of something being off when standing under the red moonlight.

Written By Luis

Nov. 1, 2018, 11:15 p.m.(12/2/1009 AR)

Relationship Note on Quenia

Dearest Cousin,

Please do not leave vague entries in your journal. I have had several people ask me 'What did I do this time?" and while they may not entirely be in the wrong to think such things, I would rather have done something to warrant such a question.

Though I do understand your situation and as I wrote before, do not hesitate to send such things my way, I shall ensure that you will never find yourself in a situation where you find the subject lacking, again. I will sort the wheat from the chaff, or the cucumbers from the underdeveloped carrots as it were.

We shall never be quenched... by small carrots.

Written By Niklas

Nov. 1, 2018, 11:05 p.m.(12/2/1009 AR)

Relationship Note on Arianna

Sure. Why not?

Written By Lisebet

Nov. 1, 2018, 10:14 p.m.(12/2/1009 AR)

Eclipse of Mirrors.

That is a holiday I have not often celebrated. I am not certain if I will do so again, but I am certain that the Mirrormasks and House Velenosa put on a very good party. The Masquerade was a lot of fun and I am fairly certain it was not just because of my date.

Written By Berenice

Nov. 1, 2018, 9:07 p.m.(12/2/1009 AR)

I am honored. Of course I am honored.

But I will admit that I am also unsettled. And I think that is how these things are meant to be.

Written By Karadoc

Nov. 1, 2018, 8:03 p.m.(12/1/1009 AR)

Relationship Note on Arianna

I would argue that a well-tended web, my lady, is strong -- is very much a purpose-built foundation -- or I'm taking an analogy too far. The basic structure includes radial threads that extend out like wheel spokes from the center. Another set of threads spiral out in concentric circles. Each of these threads serves its purpose, it seems, in the catching of flies and such. When a spider is actively occupying a web, it will repair its torn web as needed. (Why, yes, I was observing one --) Just wait until the spider abandons that web. Once it's been neglected, it starts to pull apart and grow dusty. Then a fly could just --

Honestly, what I would do if I were a fly is completely irrelevant.

Written By Lucita

Nov. 1, 2018, 7:55 p.m.(12/1/1009 AR)

Relationship Note on Quenia

Not again! That is just not fair to you, Cousin.

Written By Lucita

Nov. 1, 2018, 7:54 p.m.(12/1/1009 AR)

Relationship Note on Sebastian

As I eye the mountain of paperwork facing me I deal with the urgent, after taking a moment to admire the scribbles made by my twins though not sure if they were intentionally created or if they evaded the nanny long enough to find a charred twig in the ash bucket and some parchment dropped on the floor. Either way, they are trying to draw like 'Bas'. At least I think that is what they are trying to say. Either way, 'Bas' hopefully will keep paints, charcoal, and any other artistic media well away from little hands when they are anywhere near Juliana's and my nice silks.

Written By Alrec

Nov. 1, 2018, 7:45 p.m.(12/1/1009 AR)

With that 10,000 silver fee, I hope they atleast scrap the barnacles off the hull of my ship.

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