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Written By Valerio

Aug. 12, 2018, 11:58 p.m.(5/20/1009 AR)

Relationship Note on Arik

I recommend you save your Sister, not only for being your Sister. It's just that I am fairly certain she would find a way to haunt you for an eternity if you did not. Intimate moment with your loved one? No. Ghost-Khanne to make you rue the day. Is this a risk you'd be willing to take?

Written By Candace

Aug. 12, 2018, 11:54 p.m.(5/20/1009 AR)

Know that one thousand and nine years have passed since the Reckoning. Today is the twentieth day of the fifth month. I am writing from the city of Arx in The Bakery in the Ward of the Compact. I am Candace Corvo, proprietor of The Bakery, and this is my white journal.

It seems so much time has passed in such a short while. With strawberries coming into their fullness, there's a great deal to be done. The shortcakes sold out promptly, and I've not been able to find sugar loaves of sufficient purity to make confections. They must be extraordinarily small and white loaves in order to be powdered finely enough to give the cake its texture. Perhaps in the future.

Leon and I have continued to offer breakfast rolls, and the relationship has been rewarding. Not only do our products compliment each other well, the sellswords and mercies have been well fed and the traveling merchants pleased.

Written By Sparte

Aug. 12, 2018, 11:38 p.m.(5/20/1009 AR)

The tournament for the Champions is at a close. I somehow managed to win against Sir Jeffeth Bayweather in the opening exchange. I managed to surprise him, perhaps my greatest strength as a fighter. I surprised myself too as I never expected that to work.

I've donated the reward from the tournament to the Knights of Solace. Perhaps Sir Jeffeth will appreciate the gesture, but it isn't for his sake. I do not like what had to be done at the Tragedy nor the outcome. It is for my own conscience to be given some rest.

Written By Bliss

Aug. 12, 2018, 11:28 p.m.(5/20/1009 AR)

Relationship Note on Fredrik

Maybe that's the explanation for some scars. I cannot speak to each and every scar on each and every person.

But for me, my own are a record of the mistakes I have made in my life, and a stern warning to never repeat them.

I have a lot of scars.

Written By Monique

Aug. 12, 2018, 11:25 p.m.(5/20/1009 AR)

One Throne remains to be won for The Gala, that of Lady Orelia (Prince Weohstan Redrain) and only 12 days until the event itself. I find myself more excited with every passing day for this vision to be realized. It is the result of the hard work and creativity of many, and I hope all the city turns out to enjoy the fruits of their labor.

No, there is no dress code.
No, I won't be selling raffle tickets after the event officially starts.
No, I'm not actually going naked.
Yes, I did forget, in all the party planning, to design myself an outfit.

But then, I am my own Legend.

Written By Fatima

Aug. 12, 2018, 11:20 p.m.(5/20/1009 AR)

Relationship Note on Faruq

The Seraceni Sword and a corsair. We struck up a conversation because I thought his name sounded Eurusi, and it seems his family may have some heritage of that sort. So Denica and I may be tutoring him, and I may be encouraging him to sail with the Canines. I do... very much hope it goes well.

Written By Alexis

Aug. 12, 2018, 11:16 p.m.(5/20/1009 AR)

Calamity strikes. I return to find that some of the old paperwork was thrown out, as requested - and alongside it, my list of comissions. Now I'll have to hire a crier to call out for those who wished to discuss my work to write me again.

It's a dreadful embarrassment.

Written By Vandred

Aug. 12, 2018, 11:15 p.m.(5/20/1009 AR)

Actually, scratch that. Jacali would murder me if I said she gabbed too much. But it's nice to be useful for a change.

Written By Vandred

Aug. 12, 2018, 11:15 p.m.(5/20/1009 AR)

I'll tell you what, it's great when you finally get some action going. Not allowed to really write or say what kind of action, but it's better to get moving than gabbing.

Written By Fatima

Aug. 12, 2018, 11:15 p.m.(5/20/1009 AR)

Ah, it's so good to be back in the city. Having caught up with my cousins and siblings, I look forward to getting back to more serious things... and less serious things, for that matter. Hopefully I'll not besmirch the dignity any more resurrected historical figures in the near future, either.

Written By Alexis

Aug. 12, 2018, 11:12 p.m.(5/20/1009 AR)

These past days I've mostly busied myself with simple things - keeping track of the fellows in the forge, and working the paperwork with Miriam for the Order. Still, there's plenty of work just waiting for me and it's an important reminder that I pace myself. The hottest flame burns the quickest, to be sure, and if all the fuel is consumed, it goes out.

Sometimes, taking a breath of air, and relaxing a little is the fuel we need.

Written By Sunniva

Aug. 12, 2018, 11:04 p.m.(5/20/1009 AR)

Relationship Note on Orvyn

I have returned from Fair Harbour to find that Harthall has found its pace in the onward march of the city. I am proud of my family for all the work they have done and look forward to help establish further safe havens for those that seek it in our lands.

I am also glad to be back with the Marquis.

Written By Orvyn

Aug. 12, 2018, 10:25 p.m.(5/20/1009 AR)

Relationship Note on Jacali

A lovely gift of brews with a hint of homeland amidst the fragrances that infuse the brandy. I cannot be more pleased.

Written By Valencia

Aug. 12, 2018, 10:23 p.m.(5/20/1009 AR)

Relationship Note on Katarina

Love is a beautiful and wonderful thing, but it is not something for the faint of heart… Do not give up.

And I am here should you wish to talk.

As ever.

~~~<~<@

Written By Fredrik

Aug. 12, 2018, 8:45 p.m.(5/20/1009 AR)

Relationship Note on Tabitha

scars are, as an old mercenary once told me, just proof you were stronger than the thing or person that wanted to kill you.


Or just signs of foolish decisions that turned out alright in the end.

Written By Lucita

Aug. 12, 2018, 8:22 p.m.(5/20/1009 AR)

Relationship Note on Estaban

I stood staring at your portrait today, holding our twins and telling them about you. They are seven months old now and it is almost a year since you died. Our son is pulling up to stand already. The nanny says he is going to be an 'early walker'. Estie seems content to play with blocks and cloth balls, rattles, usually throwing them at one of us if she can, and babbling or humming for hours to the dogs who seem tolerant of her pulling their ears and tails if she can get her hands on them. Caring family, friends, the babies and the counselling of some of the Faith have helped a lot to keep me looking and planning toward the future instead of being lost in the grief of the past.

Written By Thena

Aug. 12, 2018, 8:18 p.m.(5/20/1009 AR)

Relationship Note on Tynan

Promises, promises.

Written By Ryhalt

Aug. 12, 2018, 8:10 p.m.(5/20/1009 AR)

Relationship Note on Katarina

I swear I was only taking air on the docks and not seeing which of the Princess ships would be a great fit for the fleet and would hold the most cargo. I swear to the pantheon I was not plotting on taking a ship out as an investment.

Well...not much I mean I do have thoughts and a wild imagination but they were only mere thoughts I promise. I did not question any guards or such and try to get them drunk...

Yet...

What sorry was that out loud?

Written By Coraline

Aug. 12, 2018, 8:10 p.m.(5/20/1009 AR)

I am hesitant to dip my toe into this debate on morality but I feel that a couple of things might be needed said. I saw a couple, and granted I haven't read it all so this does come with a certain amount of ignorance, who said the same sort of thing I am about to but in a different direction. But ultimately it comes down to the same thing.

Morality is not dichotomous. There need not be absolute extremes. Yes, people do hurtful things, yes life is not fair, yes resources are not equally distributed. Death is death, to say killing one person is fine but killing another is not, the argument might be stated as being moral, truly dead is dead. That person is no less dead because it was declared a moral killing. A child who is starving is still starving, who is responsible for that life? Is it the parents? Is it society as a whole? If the parents are responsible but they cannot find work, or do not have the resources, or are sick, injured, or dead, that child is no less hungry. If a merchant has spent their last silver to set up a shop, everything they have in life is right there, they need the silver from every item to make a life for themselves and their own children, and that bread is stolen to feed the other child, is that moral? Who writes the rules of morality? Who dictates the standards?

One might claim the law is the standard, but how is that when the law is written by a very small, very select subset of people. It is impossible to run a country and not have hungry children, it is impossible to have this many people in one location and not be able to write laws specific to each situation. So law cannot be the only basis of morality. Thus, to me, morality is subjective and less the standard I personally go by. To me, each of us should do the best we can to fix the problems we see within the scope we can. Banding together to solve the problems means greater assistance for those who need it can be achieved, and perhaps those helped might join to help others.

These are only my thoughts, my opinions, they are not what I feel are the only way but they are simply my way.

Written By Tabitha

Aug. 12, 2018, 8:07 p.m.(5/20/1009 AR)

Relationship Note on Khanne

That was very beautiful and inspiring to read. You have a lovely way with words. I've experienced a number of these precious moments, but I'd never be able to put them to writing as well as you do.

I would also add that there can indeed be a certain unexpected perfection to supposed imperfection. An accidental smudge or drip of paint on canvas can add charm and character to the work rather than consigning it to ruin. A rain shower in spring that washes out a picnic, forcing everyone to huddle beneath a tangled rose arbour while they nibble at cakes and biscuits. The scars of a person who risked their life to save that of another, done without expectation of reward.

Of course, my experiences in such things are in no way unique to me. But it's very nice to think on them now and again.

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