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Written By Aleksei

Oct. 23, 2018, 2:12 p.m.(11/11/1009 AR)

I gave up a lot when I left the ranks of the Godsworn, even if I've since been allowed to return to the discipleship I first began in -- that I founded and grew. One of the things that was hardest for me to keep away from was the fight against thralldom.

I didn't know Oliver Arterius particularly. I do know Joscelin, who I'm left heartbroken for.

And I'm left aching with this knowledge: when you tell the world that certain people are less than, you give the world permission to treat them that way. The wounds of thralldom aren't just the years or lifetimes taken from those enslaved; they're also how it teaches people that it's okay to take those things. Until those people get angry and offended when those who have been affected by thralldom state they deserve to be treated as people.

When you strip people of humanity, others stop treating them like they're human beings.

Fuck this. I'm so sorry, Josie.

Written By Harlex

Oct. 23, 2018, 2:10 p.m.(11/11/1009 AR)

Relationship Note on Ida

Though the design was unconventional. Dame Ida did excellent work on my new weapon.

I will always admire rubicund for it's imposing display and sharpness, when in the right hands.

It's already been broken in nicely.

Written By Jyri

Oct. 23, 2018, 1:17 p.m.(11/11/1009 AR)

In the same week I have moved in the world of nobles and been called Shav scum.

I've moved through the middle and been focused on my son's future.

But now there's another road and I'm not walking it alone.

Written By Audric

Oct. 23, 2018, 8:34 a.m.(11/10/1009 AR)

Relationship Note on Sabine

I like the way you think! When I was younger, there was a point where I found myself taken captive. I befriended my captives, and wound up working with them. I told them, all the while, that when I was free, I'd come back with an army and have them all tortured to death. They didn't believe me. I escaped, obviously, and then brought the Few back and we killed them all. They died badly. Vengeance is a righteous thing, and should never be spared the vanquished. Otherwise, no one else knows not to fuck with you.

Written By Audric

Oct. 23, 2018, 8:30 a.m.(11/10/1009 AR)

Relationship Note on Joscelin

It gets easier. From personal experience, killing everyone involved makes it go down that much smoother. Their friends, their family, and everyone they know is just sugar on top. I can even show you the most agonizing way to kill them, for the right price.

Written By Ida

Oct. 23, 2018, 7:30 a.m.(11/10/1009 AR)

I am no legend. I can not work alaricite and often struggle with diamondplate. Perhaps that makes me second best or choice in some people's eyes. Maybe that makes me their third choice when others aren't available. I give about zero fucks; I love what I do and I get paid well enough to do it. I am proud to put my mark on what comes from my forge and if that might lead some to think it good but not good enough? Eh. I recognize my worth and don't put that privilege in other people's hands. I don't care for disrespect either and there are a few I wouldn't take a commission from no matter how much silver they offered.

At the end of the day it's my choice to craft or compare, and I'll choose craft nine times out of ten.

Written By Sabine

Oct. 23, 2018, 2:27 a.m.(11/10/1009 AR)

Relationship Note on Vayne

For the many, the one will sacrifice. For the many, the one /must/ sacrifice. I would take the silver and doom a family to destitution, with no chance of recompense. Then I would collect my remaining people, resources, allies, and wits to hunt those who drove me to such a choice. I would end them to a man, salt the earth where they died, and then, should the gods see fit to have allowed me my survival in such a fight, return to shepherding my flock.

They who raise a hand against helpless others will, if allowed the freedom, raise that hand again and again with impunity. Remove the hand and the sword will fall.

Half-measures aren't to be tolerated when assuring the future. No one capable of being a threat respects half-measures.

Written By Josephine

Oct. 23, 2018, 1:12 a.m.(11/10/1009 AR)

It's something that has weighed upon my mind and from time to time spoken across the dinner table. Does one take commissions when they are approached by one who states that they have come to you because you shall do. That the one they want is unavailable and that is a shame. You are second best and.. well, that shall have to do.

I have regrets. I should not have filled that order in the end. That I still think about it to this day is a shame as well. And so I will bar his name from the shop. Not entry, the man may enter. But the cases and it's contents will be unavailable to him. Whether this is the right decision or not, I do not know. But I do know that I should have likely done this sooner. Not that I have seen him in the shop since.

Written By Llyr

Oct. 23, 2018, 12:27 a.m.(11/10/1009 AR)

( It's not a expert sketch by any means. Full of loose, disconnected lines conveying a great sense of bustling and hurried movement. Vendors, booths, browsing customers. A swirl of activity in the city center. That's all it is, from the point of view from someone sitting beside the fountain. Just a moment of time set down to paper and pressed within the pages. An experience. Written beneath in a clean print reads: )

"Return."

Written By Amari

Oct. 23, 2018, 12:24 a.m.(11/10/1009 AR)

Relationship Note on Vercyn

Your new, appropriately ostentatious cup ought to have a gilded beard.

Written By Joscelin

Oct. 23, 2018, 12:19 a.m.(11/10/1009 AR)

I am a lucky woman with far more friends and family than I expected or deserve.



...and still all I want is for you to be home, waiting for me. This was not the story I had written. This was not the life we had planned.

Written By Delilah

Oct. 22, 2018, 11:53 p.m.(11/10/1009 AR)

Futures never done,
To the end, overcome;
Before we breath the cold,
Every look, stories told.

In the air, our wishes heard,
Blown away from where we were,
Raise your voice and fix your eyes
In the moment, we're alive.

Written By Delilah

Oct. 22, 2018, 11:45 p.m.(11/10/1009 AR)

I linger in a starless evening in the garden,
My fingers trace the words in your letters.

What have we done with our lives,
And what does it get us?

That doesn't change what pervades my thoughts by day,
The city calls my name and I can't stay away.

And I know what I came here to do.
I'll always be here for you.

Written By Joscelin

Oct. 22, 2018, 11:06 p.m.(11/10/1009 AR)

My husband's body was found butchered, at the docks, with hateful words written on his face.

His baby kicks beneath my heart.

The same thought echoes through my head without ceasing:



"What will I do?"

Written By Corban

Oct. 22, 2018, 10:16 p.m.(11/10/1009 AR)

Relationship Note on Tovell

I am pleased that I have found the most-perfect use for the voucher for a diamondplate weapon that I won at Ansel and Isabeau's wedding reception.

I have given it to my brother, Tovell. I have a diamondplate weapon. And so I pray he will have made a creation that is personally meaningful to him and that will serve him well in battle. Coming from Dame Ida, I know it will be both.

Written By Lianne

Oct. 22, 2018, 7:34 p.m.(11/9/1009 AR)

Relationship Note on Vayne

A poor premise upon which to discuss the point I believe you desire to explore.

You lead with a very tricky word. Required. Am I required by oath sworn to my duchess, my archduchess, the crown? If so, this is a discussion of oathbreaking. Will we break our oaths to do what we believe is right even knowing that oathbreaking is wrong in and of itself?

Even leaving that particular point aside, the problem you present is not entirely unfamiliar to some of us. There are solutions beyond acquiescence and dismissal.

To your actual question, then. Yes, of course. One lesser grievous act to spare others the consequences of another. We do this all the time to varying degrees of terribleness, choosing between two awful things in the hopes that whatever we choose might do more good than harm. Life presents very few straightforward solutions. We make the best of our difficulties and grow from them.

Written By Vercyn

Oct. 22, 2018, 5:21 p.m.(11/9/1009 AR)

Perhaps I should see to having a new cup made just for this upcoming whiskey tasting.

Something appropriately ostentatious.

Written By Karadoc

Oct. 22, 2018, 3:56 p.m.(11/9/1009 AR)

The books are all but balanced, then -- like a afterthought, forgotten -- as I pursue another shining thing in another shop window. My hobbies are predictable.

Written By Thena

Oct. 22, 2018, 3:11 p.m.(11/9/1009 AR)

Relationship Note on Rymarr

None Grayer than Grayhope?

Oddly catchy.

Written By Alarissa

Oct. 22, 2018, 11:29 a.m.(11/9/1009 AR)

The shackles finishing touches are saved by my feet up in our suite, looking at the walls around me.

Victus might not be happy when he comes into our rooms, things will have been changed. This is what happens when I am to be off my feet for long periods of time. I look at the walls and decide I want change.

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