Written By Veronica
Oct. 24, 2018, 6:05 a.m.(11/12/1009 AR)
Back less than a day and there's already a murder to deal with.
Written By Joscelin
Oct. 24, 2018, 1:50 a.m.(11/12/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Fecundo
I was going through my house this afternoon, packing a bag while I stayed in more neutral rooms, and I found the sketches he did of your outfit. He was so proud of his work and your pleasure. I am glad you were there for our happy memory, so that our story lingers even further in the minds of our descendants, written for future generations.
You honored him with your favor, and I know he would have been further overjoyed to dress you on the eventual, future day of your nuptials.
You honored him with your favor, and I know he would have been further overjoyed to dress you on the eventual, future day of your nuptials.
Written By Violet
Oct. 24, 2018, 12:44 a.m.(11/12/1009 AR)
I have a funny story that I will take the time to write out in more detail later. But shortly it involves a very stubborn woman, the Stone Grove, and a surprise arrival on Courtkeep. It almost involved the Shrine of the Sentinel, but we went for a walk and a breather to get away from the crowds. And to try and get my cramps to ease up. They weren't cramps. Well, they were, just not the kind I thought. I will write a full account soon.
Sir Thorley Sandreef and I would like to welcome our daughter Sorcha to the world. Born on Courtkeep at the Stone Grove in Redrain Ward.
Sir Thorley Sandreef and I would like to welcome our daughter Sorcha to the world. Born on Courtkeep at the Stone Grove in Redrain Ward.
Written By Arik
Oct. 24, 2018, 12:03 a.m.(11/12/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Oliver
Master Oliver and I were not particularly close. He had an impressive sense of humor and if you've ever been to a beards and brew night at the Spirits you have seen his impressive tanned codpiece trousers to know what I am talking about. I have friends whom are very upset that he is dead. I see people making generous donations to a cause that by all accounts he believed in wholeheartedly. I've seen his good works in the rebuilding of Darkwater's domain.
The only difference between Master Oliver Arterius and any other citizen that has died in some grime crime is that this man reached out to people. If ever you question whether you will be remembered, look to Lord Valerio Mazetti and Master Oliver Arterius. Both left achievements fondly remembered, may such memories not be lost to sorrow. Seek to emulate their efforts and you will be remembered.
The only difference between Master Oliver Arterius and any other citizen that has died in some grime crime is that this man reached out to people. If ever you question whether you will be remembered, look to Lord Valerio Mazetti and Master Oliver Arterius. Both left achievements fondly remembered, may such memories not be lost to sorrow. Seek to emulate their efforts and you will be remembered.
Written By Shae
Oct. 23, 2018, 11:59 p.m.(11/12/1009 AR)
I was given a book. It's written with me in it, I'm a wolf that doesn't smile. It is beautiful. I can't put it down. I don't want to. What a wonderful gift.
Written By Morrighan
Oct. 23, 2018, 11:20 p.m.(11/12/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
My heart aches for you. This shouldn't have happened. Never did I ever want any more loss or grief or sorrow to touch your life, but it has. Evil reared its ugly head and left its mark, but it was a mistake. A most grievous mistake. By blood or no, you are my kin. My family. My sister. Oliver was a part of that family. There is no forgiveness for those who harm one of my own. I promise you I will do everything I can, with everything I have, to help find the culprit responsible. There will be justice. I swear it.
Written By Shard
Oct. 23, 2018, 10:19 p.m.(11/12/1009 AR)
I don't see any meaningful difference between thralldom and slavery. It seems like bullshit semantics that because one is, usually, a nastier form of the other, the other can't be a form of slavery too. That is, obviously, an opinion that a whole lot of people don't share.
But the point is this: thralldom that does not have a chance of ending is fucking slavery. No semantics. No excuses. Thralls having the ability, at least in theory, to work their way out of thralldom is the entire thin-as-spider-web fig leaf for why thralls aren't slaves. And if you're willing to murder someone over that, you're not only a fucking murderer, you're also a fucking slaver.
But the point is this: thralldom that does not have a chance of ending is fucking slavery. No semantics. No excuses. Thralls having the ability, at least in theory, to work their way out of thralldom is the entire thin-as-spider-web fig leaf for why thralls aren't slaves. And if you're willing to murder someone over that, you're not only a fucking murderer, you're also a fucking slaver.
Written By Caspian
Oct. 23, 2018, 10:18 p.m.(11/12/1009 AR)
The death of Oliver Arterius is disturbing, for thralls and Arx as a whole. I hope for the safety of my family and all former Thralls that the killer is caught. I know my hand will be kept close to my knife. I've gained too much to lose it all so soon.
Written By Alarissa
Oct. 23, 2018, 7:58 p.m.(11/11/1009 AR)
This I can do from my repose. The messengers have started. We thought about not pushing forth with the auction but Lady Mikani spoke and said that if we did not move forward, if we changed that which was our intent, to mollify them, then they win.
Mind you those are bold words when I am behind walls and surrounded by guards who would lay down their life in a heartbeat for mine and those I carry.
And so we move forward. We move forward and will work twice as hard to free more children than our goal was in this round, and in the name of Master Arterius.
Mind you those are bold words when I am behind walls and surrounded by guards who would lay down their life in a heartbeat for mine and those I carry.
And so we move forward. We move forward and will work twice as hard to free more children than our goal was in this round, and in the name of Master Arterius.
Written By Ida
Oct. 23, 2018, 7:27 p.m.(11/11/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Oliver
I took the chair that I had made for you and put it in the Crafters Hall. It was where we spoke when you returned to the city and probably my fondest memory of you. That you extended an olive branch knowing I might very well beat the ever-living crap out of you sure wasn't something I expected. And so the chair now sits where we had our last really meaningful conversation, as a reminder. That's all I really feel ready to write about right now.
Written By Fecundo
Oct. 23, 2018, 7:12 p.m.(11/11/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Oliver
Often, we never think about the people who have a place in our lives.
My first social event upon my arrival to Arx, indeed my first few hours, was the wedding of Joscelin and Oliver. I had no idea who either of them were, just that I was a guest of another member of my extended family and felt horrid that, unprepared as I was, all I could offer to the couple were my well wishes.
My second true meeting with the man was enlisting him for my outfit for the Gala around the historical figures of the land. The outfit he made for me was incredible, still the best I own, and I had even inquired at the time if he would be interested myself as a patron.
It had fully been my plan to reach out to him, if I could, to dress me when eventually I was wed....
I had very little exposure to the man, and yet he was key in my mind as someone I could rely on and believe in. Think about this with the people you deal with on a daily basis, even those you may only cross paths with once or twice a year. No one is insignificant...
My heart goes out to his wife and those who had deeper ties to him than my own minor ones....
Gods help those responsible if they cross my path, however briefly...
My first social event upon my arrival to Arx, indeed my first few hours, was the wedding of Joscelin and Oliver. I had no idea who either of them were, just that I was a guest of another member of my extended family and felt horrid that, unprepared as I was, all I could offer to the couple were my well wishes.
My second true meeting with the man was enlisting him for my outfit for the Gala around the historical figures of the land. The outfit he made for me was incredible, still the best I own, and I had even inquired at the time if he would be interested myself as a patron.
It had fully been my plan to reach out to him, if I could, to dress me when eventually I was wed....
I had very little exposure to the man, and yet he was key in my mind as someone I could rely on and believe in. Think about this with the people you deal with on a daily basis, even those you may only cross paths with once or twice a year. No one is insignificant...
My heart goes out to his wife and those who had deeper ties to him than my own minor ones....
Gods help those responsible if they cross my path, however briefly...
Written By Ida
Oct. 23, 2018, 7:10 p.m.(11/11/1009 AR)
My apologies for any concern I might have caused, to judge my the messengers I've received. My personal work was not insulted...that I am aware of anyhow. It was more a commentary on an earlier journal, to be honest, about not liking to be considered a second choice when it comes to crafting. My vague-journaling needs work.
Written By Philippe
Oct. 23, 2018, 7:08 p.m.(11/11/1009 AR)
I find myself more than ever in the bank dealing with the responsibilities of a minister of coin for my house. Economics is way beyond what I know though; I know horses and I know how to sell horses and perhaps I should delegate this chores to kin more in tune with how money works.
Written By Jhond
Oct. 23, 2018, 6:19 p.m.(11/11/1009 AR)
Change is coming. I am not nervous for it, though it will be irrevocable.
Written By Joscelin
Oct. 23, 2018, 6:18 p.m.(11/11/1009 AR)
I am grateful for all that have responded and spoken, that have sworn to free thralls, lawfully, in the name of my poor Oliver. And that so many have offered, it is a bit of light in the shadows of today.
Justice. Honor. Accountability. These are the things I am trying to focus on, to let those that wish to help, help. It's very hard.
Forgive me now for the ire that lives in me in these dark hours. If I rage, scream, lash, it isn't you. I am trying to purge my anger and my fear and it is slow work, a crawl over jagged rocks on bare knees and exposed palms to a destination I can only hope is there. I've seen others walk through this anguish with grace. Maybe I can manage to do the same.
Justice. Honor. Accountability. These are the things I am trying to focus on, to let those that wish to help, help. It's very hard.
Forgive me now for the ire that lives in me in these dark hours. If I rage, scream, lash, it isn't you. I am trying to purge my anger and my fear and it is slow work, a crawl over jagged rocks on bare knees and exposed palms to a destination I can only hope is there. I've seen others walk through this anguish with grace. Maybe I can manage to do the same.
Written By Harper
Oct. 23, 2018, 5:42 p.m.(11/11/1009 AR)
Losing family stinks. Watching other family hurt stinks even worse.
This is going on my list of things I didn't expect from having family.
This is going on my list of things I didn't expect from having family.
Written By Iseulet
Oct. 23, 2018, 5:29 p.m.(11/11/1009 AR)
... In other news, it's Alarissa's Thursday's Child, an auction.
It's not a Child Auction on Thursday.
It's not a Child Auction on Thursday.
Written By Victus
Oct. 23, 2018, 5:17 p.m.(11/11/1009 AR)
There are many institutions within the Isles that we pay great respect to as people of the salt. Those which have built us a strong foundation with which to further ourselves in the world. It is because of this staunch respect for our tradition that I find it especially heinous when one sullies that with such a dishonorable act.
Oliver Arterius' debt was repaid in full. By all accounts within Thrax's purview, that man was free to conduct his life as he so chose. There was no breakage of contract. There was no crimes committed to instate any further labor to his life. He was a citizen and most importantly an individual with every right same as you or I.
I speculate that the one who committed such a vile act of cowardice believes that their messages stand to defend Thrax's traditions. I believe that it couldn't be further from the truth. Whatever this person's goal or their motivation, they have done wrong in the eyes of the Sentinel themselves by bringing injustice to freed thralls anywhere.
This death - This murder should disturb all who call the Mourning Isles' home, as it stands to show a voice that strikes out at our way of life with dishonor.
I look forward to working toward a swift retribution to satisfy the wrong committed. Place our trust in the Sentinel.
Oliver Arterius' debt was repaid in full. By all accounts within Thrax's purview, that man was free to conduct his life as he so chose. There was no breakage of contract. There was no crimes committed to instate any further labor to his life. He was a citizen and most importantly an individual with every right same as you or I.
I speculate that the one who committed such a vile act of cowardice believes that their messages stand to defend Thrax's traditions. I believe that it couldn't be further from the truth. Whatever this person's goal or their motivation, they have done wrong in the eyes of the Sentinel themselves by bringing injustice to freed thralls anywhere.
This death - This murder should disturb all who call the Mourning Isles' home, as it stands to show a voice that strikes out at our way of life with dishonor.
I look forward to working toward a swift retribution to satisfy the wrong committed. Place our trust in the Sentinel.
Written By Niklas
Oct. 23, 2018, 4:34 p.m.(11/11/1009 AR)
One piece of alaricite down, three to go.
Strange to think that I might be able to literally turn a dream into reality.
Strange to think that I might be able to literally turn a dream into reality.
Written By Eleyna
Oct. 23, 2018, 4:12 p.m.(11/11/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
What will you do?
You will hurt. You will breathe.
You will take a breath. It will hurt more than any other breath that you've taken before.
Then you will take another. Even when it is agony. Even when it feels like you can't breathe. That breathing feels -wrong- because -they can't-.
You will keep hurting and breathing, even when you don't want to, because there are people left that love you and need you. That are counting on you to keep breathing.
You will breathe and hurt for what seems like an eternity. At first, breathing and hurting will seem like all you are capable of.
Life carries on around you while you are busy hurting and breathing. You will have children to raise and artists to nurture and a home to keep. There will come a day where you forget to hurt for a few moments as you get wrapped up in the life that has been left behind. Then, you will remember again and this time, hurting and breathing comes with a heaping helping of guilt because how could you have forgotten to grieve even for a moment?
Time will pass. You will hurt and breathe and talk about it less because you start to understand that the grief of others likely faded long ago. You will begin to notice that your own grief has even faded in color and frayed, no longer as vivid and sharp as it once was.
The moments that you can breathe without hurting will come more frequently. Eventually, the hurting days will be even fewer and far between. Life has a funny way of dulling the edges of even the most painful things.
What will you do?
You will hurt. You will breathe. You will carry on.
You will live.
You will hurt. You will breathe.
You will take a breath. It will hurt more than any other breath that you've taken before.
Then you will take another. Even when it is agony. Even when it feels like you can't breathe. That breathing feels -wrong- because -they can't-.
You will keep hurting and breathing, even when you don't want to, because there are people left that love you and need you. That are counting on you to keep breathing.
You will breathe and hurt for what seems like an eternity. At first, breathing and hurting will seem like all you are capable of.
Life carries on around you while you are busy hurting and breathing. You will have children to raise and artists to nurture and a home to keep. There will come a day where you forget to hurt for a few moments as you get wrapped up in the life that has been left behind. Then, you will remember again and this time, hurting and breathing comes with a heaping helping of guilt because how could you have forgotten to grieve even for a moment?
Time will pass. You will hurt and breathe and talk about it less because you start to understand that the grief of others likely faded long ago. You will begin to notice that your own grief has even faded in color and frayed, no longer as vivid and sharp as it once was.
The moments that you can breathe without hurting will come more frequently. Eventually, the hurting days will be even fewer and far between. Life has a funny way of dulling the edges of even the most painful things.
What will you do?
You will hurt. You will breathe. You will carry on.
You will live.
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