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Written By Perronne

Dec. 13, 2018, 9:47 p.m.(3/3/1010 AR)

I had an interesting and pleasant conversation at the Traders' Tavern this evening. I met a mercenary named Ajax, and saw a very nice person named Acacia again. The conversation turned to various places, as it tends to, but I was reminded of an event that happened several months ago. I think I wrote about it at the time - there was a weird mass almost-kidnapping. It was interesting!

I wonder if anyone ever found out who those people were or where they came from? Or where they got their buckets and buckets of money. I think that would be an interesting question to ask! Maybe I should. Or answer it myself, I guess.

Written By Meriah

Dec. 13, 2018, 9:22 p.m.(3/3/1010 AR)

Various methods of wound treatment:

Vinegar helps in preventing infection.

Mint is also used in treating venom and wounds.

Myrrh, yarrow, or achillea can as well treat headaches and wounds, especially battle wounds.

Its important to remember that what nature has given us.

All one needs for good medicine is right before your eyes. Or eye (in my own case).

Written By Meriah

Dec. 13, 2018, 9:19 p.m.(3/3/1010 AR)

In the event of a stomach ache this physician recommends wormwood, mint, and balm.

Though if the problems persist please visit a local healer and have your diet examined.

Written By Sabine

Dec. 13, 2018, 4:26 p.m.(3/2/1010 AR)

Relationship Note on Karadoc

One month does not a legacy make but it has been an acceptable start. Perhaps when months become years, acceptable will become exceptional.

Written By Venturo

Dec. 13, 2018, 4:20 p.m.(3/2/1010 AR)

Relationship Note on Berenice

It's my pleasure to have the Princess Berenice co-hosting the First Annual Raconteur Cup Horse Races upon the beaches of Arx come this spring. It should be an exciting time, with a touch of the entertainment the Kismet Carnivals across Arvum will spread in the future. It is also a chance for riders to not only show off their skill and expertise, but to win a hefty purse at that, so thoughtfully sponsored by House Velenosa.

If there are any interested riders out there, or those who wish to demonstrate their social prowess as a promoter of one of the riders? Do send a messenger our way.

Written By Venturo

Dec. 13, 2018, 4:18 p.m.(3/2/1010 AR)

Relationship Note on Amari

Having had a chance to meet Barf in person while speaking with the Keatons, I can attest that he is endearing in his own way. I do believe that way may often involve holding onto ones leg with his quite massive teeth, however.

Written By Gaston

Dec. 13, 2018, 2:40 p.m.(3/2/1010 AR)

Relationship Note on Teagan

I'm thrilled to see what meets the exacting standards of my sister when it comes to romance novels. She's a true literati, that one, so...

Steamy bodice-rippers? Epic sagas? Collections of crude limericks? Let's see it, Tea!

(...Now that the Library's been renovated, I'm sure I'll find all three, especially the last in great abundance knowing /my/ bloody family. Love you all!!)

Written By Gaston

Dec. 13, 2018, 2:17 p.m.(3/2/1010 AR)

Relationship Note on Harlex

Captain Harlex's words in the Whites have given me cause for reflection, as a fellow leader of men and women.

Do I love my soldiers and rangers the way I should?

They who owe their fealty and have sworn their blades to Blackram are a stubborn lot; they come from families of unpolished goatherders, rough-and-tumble miner folk, and those who thought they'd find a hard-won freedom in the Stoneburner Hills -- and succeeded, I like to think.

They stride as tall and wide as any of us who actually carry the family name.
They hit their stone-hard heads on doorframes, same as I.
The furniture and dishware wherever they visit probably feel made for children.
Horses of any but the largest, strongest breeds take one look at us, lay their ears back, and bare their teeth.

(...the world of men was not made for giants, I'm afraid.)

Do I love them, as they deserve? They lay down their lives for me, am I showing them how much I value that? My own cousin Gaspard serves among them, but do I treat the rest of them like family?

I certainly love our home, I've wandered it my whole life, and my personal journals are filled with notes and rough sketches of every tree and leaf, every hawk and wolf and elk, I'm sure twice over.

I must spend more time among those who deserve it most, they who lay down their lives for my House, and make sure I am showing them the same devotion.

Thank you, Captain Harlex, for sharing your philosophy...it's given me much to chew on.

Written By Gilroy

Dec. 13, 2018, 1:52 p.m.(3/2/1010 AR)

Relationship Note on Renata

I'll never understand people who say 'I cannot lie'.

Of course you can.

You just did.

Written By Valenzo

Dec. 13, 2018, 1:02 p.m.(3/2/1010 AR)

Relationship Note on Joscelin

Don't know that I can say I have ever been a godly man, but ahhh Mangata...if I were the poetic sort, I'd be Waxing Poetical /so hard/ right now.

(Maybe I'll have to ask Dietrich, big man tries to hide it but he's got a lyrical soul, the lump. Don't ever ask him to sing about his gods-damned soup.)

It's fact She's seen me and my crew home more times than I can count, so I figured it was high time I honor Her with a bit o' something on my person, and who better for a bit o' something than Guildmaster Joscelin?

Guildmaster, your Generosity and Kindness shine bright as your gems, and I got everything I hoped for! You are the best.

(...now, hopefully, Mangata will take that much longer to decide to pull me down for a little squeeze and a kiss!)

Written By Vanora

Dec. 13, 2018, 11:59 a.m.(3/2/1010 AR)

Relationship Note on Renata

To a stranger who is beloved by my family and thus surely by me as well.

Welcome to the City of Arx. It is different from Setarco in so very many ways, and can be overwhelming.

Lean on your kin to get you through the confusing times. Such as myself perhaps, for I would dearly love to meet one my cousin holds in such esteem.

Written By Naka

Dec. 13, 2018, 11:24 a.m.(3/2/1010 AR)

A friend of mine and I have been growing distant, bit by bit, for some time now. To other eyes, it probably seems that we are not friends at all. And perhaps that's just truth at this point. There was actually only one more real conversation to truly have, and I suppose that neither of us wanted to have it.

When I was growing up, and even into more recent years, my parents were great travelers. Not explorers, mind you. The preference was always for things not necessarily familiar, but where familiar things might nonetheless exist, if you know what I mean. Sleeping rough was never part of the plan. So, our branch of the family shuttled occasionally between various properties and the main holding at Artshall, and I was familiar with many of the features there. In this case, I am thinking of the nursery.

I was somewhat older than nursery age by then, and so were my cousins, so the room stood empty of persons when I visited there one day. It was filled still, though, with the familiar things I could remember, waiting for further use at later dates and times. In one corner was an old set of wooden building blocks, worn with teeth marks as well as typical usage, and I began to use those to build. A tower, a set of bridges, and on and on, for a significant portion of that afternoon, I would build. It was fun to me, and, I should also mention so as to dispel any notion of modesty on my part, the highest use those blocks had likely ever been put to use for, in terms of style and height of architecture. My competitors for this high honor were those for whom the doorknob was a significant obstacle, after all. In any case, the time in building became a happy memory for me which I recall fondly to this day. But they were still just blocks. I shared that moment, that 'accomplishment' if you will, with no one up until this day, and, at the end of the afternoon, I walked out of the nursery and continued my life.

There is a clear and a harsh parallel, here, with the friendship I began speaking of first. Not all relationships grow, and change, and survive. Sometimes you just stop building and walk away.

It's a big world out there, but I think we're both ready for it now. Farewell.

Written By Miranda

Dec. 13, 2018, 10:40 a.m.(3/2/1010 AR)

Relationship Note on Niklas

Apparently, I'm not the only one out there with an aide who thinks they have a right to boss me about or to decide what they should or should not do.

Perhaps, I should pen a thorough list of the requirements of the job for which Brenlin must attend to, as well as, what he should not.

For instance:

1. You are allowed to think what you like, just don't say it.
2. No facial commentary that indicates what you are thinking... I mean, that. No eye rolling, snorting, and so forth when you disapprove of my shenanigans!
3. Under absolutely no conditions should I have to -tell- you to take my cloak. Just take the bloody thing.
4. And do not tell me I must eat my meat first when that pastry is so much better for my morale!

Please, feel free to add to this list..

Written By Isabetta

Dec. 13, 2018, 10:29 a.m.(3/2/1010 AR)

Relationship Note on Miranda

Okay so this story totally happened and anyone who tells you otherwise is just trying to cover up the truth.

Today I was in Bold expressions and Princess Seballa was there, Miranda and Niklas. I think it is most appropriate I leave titles off the last name and surely you will all understand and agree. Do not change the subject future scholars, or current scholars, this is all not relevant to what happened.

Anyway, here is what happened.

So Miranda and I were sitting and talking when this orphan boy comes in who is getting some things for his family. He has these wooden mugs and a tray and I guess the family were adoptive, I mean they must of been right? Anyway, he said he was an orphan and we didn't ask. So he's trying to order drinks, but he has a list and he doesn't read. Being a dear heart, Miranda, that is Lady Miranda Rubino, decides to help him. So the lady reads his list and starts to order the drinks which the staff helpfully put into his wooden mugs. There is mommy, daddy, grandpa, aunt Ester and Pet. Miranda is being helpful until she gets to the pet and asks the boy, What kind of pet do you have?

He says he has a cat. So Miranda things, well a cat, okay, milk of course, so they are doing milk but there is a problem. Namely, pets don't drink from wooden mugs, and there were no bowls. Miranda is a real dear so she gets a bowl for the boy just so it can be filled with milk for his pet. He's so thankful that he gives this radiant thousand sun sort of smile and all of our hearts just melt. Totally melt. Anyway, he is on his way out when he shouts, "Oh no, we forgot uncle Pete!" Miranda is confused, so are the rest of us, but then the family in question shows up and ushers the boy away.

It's only later that we realize Pet was Pete and that we just sent a bowl of cat milk home with the boy for his uncle.

Written By Karadoc

Dec. 13, 2018, 10 a.m.(3/2/1010 AR)

Relationship Note on Sabine

One month already?!

Written By Karadoc

Dec. 13, 2018, 9:58 a.m.(3/2/1010 AR)

There are some things that you cannot soothe away with a overly expensive bauble - some things you can't apologize for because the words drop into an empty cistern and sound hollow, and the noise echoes. You are reminded of your shortcomings when these moments occur and you promise to be better, next time.

Written By Corban

Dec. 13, 2018, 8:41 a.m.(3/1/1010 AR)

Relationship Note on Solange

I am delighted that the King's Own will be offering its unique brand of sledding training to the public, under the skilled organization and direction of Whisper Solange. We are fortunate to have the Whispers as our aides in these endeavors, for while we are quite good at protecting the King and smashing enemies, we are quite rubbish at planning gatherings.

And that is why Whisper House exists; to bring expertise that many do not have. I cannot recommend them more highly.

I am excited, too, for the event, for I am certain that eager knights seeking our attention will be among the sledders. Our recruitment continues, and we will be paying close attention to those who show particular aptitude.

Written By Renata

Dec. 13, 2018, 3:14 a.m.(3/1/1010 AR)

I cannot lie.

Part of me hated my beloved Belladonna when I read the contents of her letter over my breakfast in Setarco. A letter so casually and so easily written by her hand, but which killed a part of me on its reading.

Knowing my fears, my horrors, she yet condemned me to submit to them by commanding me to join her in Arx.

I kept to my cabin and set not a foot upon the deck of the ship. Days bled into nights, and when exhaustion and sleep managed to claim me, it was infested with a blackness so dark that wound tight about my heart. And yet, in those moments of sleep, there lived slivers of time when my mind was without a home. Existence was painless, and there was nothing but a formlessness beyond understanding. A secret place that contained nothing but the essence of myself. A lost self.

Now here I am, my belongings stacked around me in my room. Displaced.

Why?

Written By Lys

Dec. 13, 2018, 1:19 a.m.(3/1/1010 AR)

I dreamt of roses. Beautiful and dark. I thought that they were black, but when I plucked a petal... I saw it was just a red so dark it only looked black in the dark.

Written By Harper

Dec. 12, 2018, 11:52 p.m.(3/1/1010 AR)

It's been a frustrating day. There's a reason that I don't let myself lose my temper often. Reckon this is just going to reinforce that for me. I'm just glad it's all settled.

Also, why is it that getting real angry can make someone cry which only makes someone angrier? Makes no sense to me.

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