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Written By Cristoph

Oct. 21, 2018, 8:06 p.m.(11/7/1009 AR)

Relationship Note on Nicia

I couldn't possibly ask for a more capable, well grounded and talented spouse. We'll be approaching our second wedding anniversary this winter and it feels like that time went by with a snap of my fingers. I know that there were eyes turned on us when we announced a Laurent-Pravus marriage betrothal. And I can't help but feel incredibly satisfied (perhaps smug is the right word) with how everything has gone so far, she's never failed us, me or this family. I love her dearly.

Written By Esoka

Oct. 21, 2018, 7:35 p.m.(11/7/1009 AR)

It did my heart good to attend to the blessing ceremony. Mother Bianca and all of the Faith paid good tribute to the gods, and my I feel my soul girded to face what is to come. I and those I love shall face terrible dangers in the days to come. I pray to Gloria that my courage holds, to Petrichor that my blade protects the land of the Lodge well. And to all the gods, be with us as we confront this foe, and may the virtues triumph over the dark of the Abyss.

Written By Gwenna

Oct. 21, 2018, 7:29 p.m.(11/7/1009 AR)

Relationship Note on Tabitha

I had nearly forgotten how beautiful spider webs are, my thoughts so focused on the creature who spins such stunning artwork. You've put me of a mind to have some sort of hair jewelry fashioned after a spider web. Maybe even with diamonds. No flies, though. Thank you, my lady, for reminding me of that sometimes even those things that might frighten us have their beautiful sides.

Written By Lisebet

Oct. 21, 2018, 6:55 p.m.(11/7/1009 AR)

When you really wish someone would send you a message but there's no messenger anywhere looking for you ... what do you do?

Written By Ouida

Oct. 21, 2018, 6:09 p.m.(11/7/1009 AR)

Relationship Note on Sunniva

I noticed, darling, that you seemed to gain a taste for the spicy cheese that was served at the Salon's gathering. Did it perhaps whet your appetite for the exchange of firey (though always well placed and sublime, as is your nature) words? I wonder if the refreshments served at such gatherings are always so divine. Perhaps they might lure in more of the least-likely-to-sit-still kind, such as myself. Though I shall always be glad to serve as your escort, perhaps we might also seek to lure your husband to the next one. Sprinkling sweet crumbs and drops of whiskey, as necessary!

Written By Silas

Oct. 21, 2018, 6:04 p.m.(11/7/1009 AR)

It seems there's a great amount of woodworking to be done in the near future, but I sort of look forward to it. Hopefully my creative juices can get flowing again.

I have no doubt my family and I can accomplish anything we set our minds to.

Written By Simone

Oct. 21, 2018, 5:51 p.m.(11/7/1009 AR)

Relationship Note on Arik

Our family has been very busy of late with preparations for many things. Yet we took time to meet with Lord Arik at his request. Something which I am quite grateful that we did. It is not the first time that he has approached us with a request for a meeting. Yet, as before, his forthright manner was quite refreshing; and his assistance has been very helpful. For this, I wished to record my acknowledgement of his efforts in my journal. He has earned the trust of House Greenmarch through his actions.

Written By Harper

Oct. 21, 2018, 5:33 p.m.(11/7/1009 AR)

Got a lot going on lately and been real busy. But my favorite time of every day is when I get to come home and be with my family.

Still feels a little weird having a family, but a good kinda weird!

Written By Magnus

Oct. 21, 2018, 5:15 p.m.(11/7/1009 AR)

Relationship Note on Volcica

My younger sister by a short span of years. A gifted shaman and seer of visions and perhaps my closest confidant, she traveled with me from the frost of the Bonespire to Arx when we bent our knee to become part of the Compact. Since arriving she has also become the speaker of our house, left capably in her hands should I be away.

Written By Michael

Oct. 21, 2018, 4:27 p.m.(11/7/1009 AR)

Relationship Note on Samantha

"Serene as the Deepest Wood" just doesn't have the same verve as "We Win Glory" for something to shout while charging. Or being charged. Not that I would neglect my duties as Uncle. Expect visits soon.

Written By Coraline

Oct. 21, 2018, 3:33 p.m.(11/7/1009 AR)

Relationship Note on Meriah

Should anything happen I would be happy to look after him, but nothing will happen because, so there.

Written By Ouida

Oct. 21, 2018, 2:41 p.m.(11/4/1009 AR)

Where does one wander, when sleep remains as elusive as the face of the moon on a night thick with clouds and fog; the glow all around you, the whispered promise of it, but no satisfaction of feeling the purest light against your skin?

When I was a child, I would steal away from the manor and down to the harbor, to find a perch near the docks to watch the comings and goings, to see the swabbies at work late into the night, the secret and not so secret assignations met and tendered nearby, late merchant's apprentices visits and drunken sailors returning from a night of carousing, singing loudly and holding each other at least semi-upright and sometimes passing their own ship thrice or more before finding it in the darkness. Sometimes I stayed long enough to see the boatswain and riggers return to their duties, when darkness was retreating quickly and the sun's light once more stained the sky. It was not long before I was too big and ungainly a girl to make much use of high small hiding places, however.

When I was a squire attending my knight, it was often slipping out of our camp once my duties of the evening was done, something he turned a benevolent blind eye to, I now understand, so long as he deemed it safe enough. Then, I would spend time at each fire that would have me. Tasting their beer or libations offered, sharing stories, learning new manners of insulting people, listening to tales of embellished deeds. It was easy to find enough company, and enough variety, and if nothing else, many steps to lull the mind and body ready for sleep, or at least some semblance of rest.

When I was knighted, and then in service, it was not so very different, save for now I was the one turning a benevolent eye to my squires' antics; and enjoying the visits of others, listening to their hopeful tales, gossiping about their masters, and of course visits from old friends and rivals alike, depending upon how the winds and whims of our lieges had shifted.

Now I am no longer simply a knight, if there ever is anything "simple" about it. Each night a warm and soft comfortable bed awaits me in my comfortable quarters. I enjoy the most lively and entrancing company, when I seek it. There is the joy and ache of constant training, for myself, or for others. Enough sums and ciphers to make my eyes cross and my thoughts numb. I have my winsome sister to escort when my brother is busy with his work of the evening, which is quite frequent. All these things are a great delight, and I am not so foolish as to wish them away for some gilded memory of the past.

But where does one go in the large city, when the mind is still prowling, and the household is quiet. When one's sweet lover of the evening is snoring companionably and should not be disturbed for some desire and restlessness that one would be unable to name. Or the lights in the rooms of everyone else in the household have been extinguished.

I walk through the streets both low and high, visit the many gardens resplendent and still fragrant even in the autumn night. I listen to the laughter pouring from various establishments as the people come and go from them. The heartbeat and rhythm of the city moves on around and through me, but rest remains elusive.

Written By Luca

Oct. 21, 2018, 2:10 p.m.(11/4/1009 AR)

Relationship Note on Carita

Traditionally, I never really think about sitting and writing at length in my white journal, but I felt moved to record my protege's noble sacrifice. I know all too well of the plight of the former Countess, Venta. The desire to retire to a beach is very strong. I quite literally dropped my wine when I heard Countess Carita had taken on the burden and let Venta off to go do as she wishes.

I'm exceedingly proud of her. I always tell her, do as I say, not as I do. That's really taking her far!

I'm confident the new Countess has what it takes to see through the work she started as a Voice, which has already been considerable.

Written By Nurie

Oct. 21, 2018, 1:49 p.m.(11/4/1009 AR)

I think...I think I quite like Arxian "nightlife." I had never thought that I would see a lord's arse outside of a fitting room--not that I am complaining--and especially not elevated atop a table! Nor the fact that it would be upsurped by a fetching knight's, and most certainly there are no complaints from me about that situation either! And the dancing! I cannot say I have had any instruction in dances, other than simple ones hand in hand, when we dance and make merry on our own sometimes, while the lords and ladies have refinements in another area of the keep or manor. But I think I would like to dance again, despite my lack of skill--it was so much fun! I shall have to seek out more opportunities.

Written By Klaus

Oct. 21, 2018, 1:33 p.m.(11/4/1009 AR)

Meet with my hope to soon be betrothed's family.
Did not die, even after I had sent a drunk messenger to the High Lord telling him I was stealing a ship and a princess at one point.

Meet with voice of my house telling them I wanted to open marriage negotiations, and the fact I stole a ship and princess at one point from my hope to soon be betrothed's house
Did not die

Tried to start a debate in the bar which caters to my soon to be betrothed's house about how Brown Nut Ale was clearly the superior drink, and how I was going to marry their princess. Or well I wanted to marry their princess,
Die not die though the threat of being stuffed in a barrel of rum and being made to drink my way to life was on the table

I know I am a soldier, but I really do think I need to redefine my measure of success to be more than "Not dying".

Written By Klaus

Oct. 21, 2018, 1:28 p.m.(11/4/1009 AR)

I am a member of the Order of the Eastern Light. I feel good and part of a cause. Now, onto a very minor (major) issue. I really do need to learn to swim.

Written By Cambria

Oct. 21, 2018, 1:12 p.m.(11/4/1009 AR)

Some people would rather feel righteous than face the simple, albeit cold, reality that the world is not answerable to their beliefs.

Written By Luca

Oct. 21, 2018, 12:49 p.m.(11/4/1009 AR)

Relationship Note on Iseulet

You have thirteen cats?

Written By Sabella

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

Lady Margret tells me that in about two weeks we will be parents! It is hard to wrap mind around such a thing, even when I am so huge with this baby right now. To have him or her here is so--even I can't find the right words for it! I am filled with such joy and anticipation and fear all combined at once!

I just can't wait!

Written By Helena

Oct. 21, 2018, 11:59 a.m.(11/4/1009 AR)

My return from the north has been as sweet and warm as a cup of tea with honey. I know that may clash with the image some have of the Redrains -- perhaps the visual of a cup of tea and honey sipped while wearing bear pelts and a crown of antler horns would fit that image better, but tea and honey nonetheless.

And of course, not a small amount of fine northern whiskey. We are Redrains, after all.

My sisters and cousins, either by blood or by bond, as much as I love the north, it is not home without my favorite people in it.

O, and let it be known, Artur is now the Pajama Prince (you're welcome).

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