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Written By Eirene

April 19, 2018, 6:24 p.m.(8/2/1008 AR)

Relationship Note on Arn

I would write complimentary things about Duke Arn but he'd probably think I was being facetious.. I'm not. I do enjoy his terse and straight to the damn point ways; but then again that's how I am.

Written By Eirene

April 19, 2018, 6:05 p.m.(8/2/1008 AR)

Soon I'm off to Southport. The last time I was there... let's just say there's a spot on the docks they say they can't clean the blood off of no matter how they scrub.

I still see that spot in my nightmares. There's very little that helps me sleep at night and most of that I'm under orders to cut back on because of the stupid baby. The one avenue left to me is, well, let's say not fit for public journals, and with my anti social behavior it's not very frequent.

Written By Eirene

April 19, 2018, 5:58 p.m.(8/2/1008 AR)

Who would have thought privacy has become such a terrifying thing? I almost got used to not having it.

Written By Orazio

April 19, 2018, 5:17 p.m.(8/2/1008 AR)

Relationship Note on Arn

Apparently, the Duke of Telmar could not imagine anyone in the entire Compact who would be willing to defend his honor against the charge of being a crotchety old fussbudget.

Written By Tikva

April 19, 2018, 4:43 p.m.(8/2/1008 AR)

House Grayson officially authorizes this coming Monday as a gift-giving holiday for all. Give a gift to someone whom you love. Or someone you like cordially. Or someone you vaguely tolerate but still feel inclined to give something. Or anyone you think it would be funny to give a gift to.

By my hand this 2nd day of the 8th month of 1008 AR.

Written By Aaron

April 19, 2018, 4:08 p.m.(8/1/1008 AR)

I've decided I will take on a commission. Maybe two. Is this a mistake? Possible. But it's been long enough and I can feel my fingers itching again.

/Men's/ tailor.

Written By Aaron

April 19, 2018, 4:06 p.m.(8/1/1008 AR)

The Lighthouse renovations are coming along. I find the strangest things...

Written By Echo

April 19, 2018, 3:47 p.m.(8/1/1008 AR)

Relationship Note on Wynna

I may have burst into the Gilded Page and gathered up a copy of each volume as soon as I got word of it...

Written By Monique

April 19, 2018, 3:42 p.m.(8/1/1008 AR)

Relationship Note on Wynna

The Gilded Page is proud to announce that it carries famed author, Mistress Wynna Blackwing's, brand new 2-volume account of the recent Pirate War!

It is a truly comprehensive work and an evident labor of love on behalf of Mistress Blackwing, and we host it with the deepest of gratitude.

Written By Saya

April 19, 2018, 3:33 p.m.(8/1/1008 AR)

I dreamt my laughter had been stolen from me. I tried to reach for it, but it was on the other side of the river. No matter how fast, or how far, I swam the banks of the river were always out of my reach. My fingers skimming over slippery rocks, nails finding no purchase. I dreamt my laughter stolen, and no one even noticed. They turned a blind eye and mocked me for my dourness. Calling me 'Giggles', for I could not smile. I dreamt I raged within my mind and no one could hear.

For they thought they were free, but they are blind and deaf.

Written By Wynna

April 19, 2018, 3 p.m.(8/1/1008 AR)

And another book on the shelves, dear readers. With my compliments to Monique.

Written By Orazio

April 19, 2018, 2:02 p.m.(8/1/1008 AR)

Relationship Note on Samantha

In regards to the Marquessa Deepwood's musings, around this date (cross-reference as needed):

Allow me to clear up the questions you have asked:

Yes, it will endanger them. Yes, it will endanger you. To live is to be in danger, and at some point in our lives everyone's suffers, and everyone dies. Those are simple realities of the world, of /any/ world, that we might possibly live in.

But it is not the whole of reality. While choosing not to bring new life into the world will spare that potential life suffering, it will also deny it joy, love, the chance to grow wise and strong, and deprive the world of all the good that they could accomplish within the span of their life, however long or short it might be.

There are many valid reasons to remain childless, including that you simply do not wish to have children (provided that one does not have a duty to produce heirs). But one does not honor Gloria nor the Queen of Endings and Beginnings with such reasoning.

Written By Oswyn

April 19, 2018, 1:57 p.m.(8/1/1008 AR)

I ran the Gauntlet today, or more accurately, I blundered through the Gauntlet today. Many parts of me ache and I shall have some impressive bruises, but I did meet several interesting people there. They were nothing but encouraging, which was very pleasant.

This ointment I've been given for my aching muscles is searing hot and pungent enough to make my eyes water. Kind of minty smelling, though, and I don't mind the smell of mint. Which is good, because I might be slathering this stuff on me for days.


This is why they told me to keep doing push-ups, isn't it?

Written By Samantha

April 19, 2018, 1:43 p.m.(8/1/1008 AR)

I find myself in something of a struggle between desire and what might be considered common sense.

With our world the way it is, and what I've been willing to do to help it, I have to wonder if it's right for me to consider bringing another child into the world at this particular time. Is it fair to this potential new soul? Would it endanger them? Would it endanger me?

I know what I want, but I feel so conflicted.

Written By Rook

April 19, 2018, 1:39 p.m.(8/1/1008 AR)

I have been asked questions of late, regarding my transitions in rank and title, and even been given other people's condolences on the changes. I would like to address that here, so I might point individuals to my journals, so they might understand it all somewhat better:

I was born common. One 'Master Rook' amongst a family known as the 'Grayward', and we were merchants. Though I was the heir to my father, Relton Grayward, and our family's enterprises, I chose a different path. I became a courtier and after completing my training, I came to the City of Arx. I never joined the Whispers, though I took inspiration from them for certain, and spent time in their establishment as an honoured guest and associate. I sought out Princess Regent Dawn Grayson and she took me on as her protege. I took on the mantle of the Crown Minister of Coin. I worked hard and I was rewarded, my family were recognised for their contributions to House Grayson, and we were ennobled through enfeoffment to become the Barony of House Grayward.

As Lord Rook Grayward, I had my duties of the Crown to keep me busy, and my pursuits as a courtier, scholar and patron of the arts enriched my life. In time, I married Princess Katarina Valardin and joined House Valardin. Prince Rook Valardin is how many of you know me, but that is an untruth, for that marriage was anulled just recently. Katarina and I made the decision to part ways and the Faith of the Pantheon recognised the undoing of the vows. I would have returned to House Grayward, to return as Lord Rook Grayward, but I have other obligations than just my family. The King, Crown and Compact rely on my focus on keeping the government well funded and well represented. The bias of my fealty had often been brought into question and I recognise why. So I chose to instead speak my oaths as Crownsworn directly to His Majesty, King Alaric IV, Sovereign of Arx.

I sought a new path, having tasted the life of the highest highs and the modesty of lower lows. I have been extraordinarily lucky in my lifetime-- spoilt, even. I honour Holy Gild herself for handing me these riches, not just the kind that takes form of coin, and so I venerate Her as and when I am able. I chose this, so do not be sorry for me, and do not think I will not prosper with Her good graces even now. I shall.

Written By Morrighan

April 19, 2018, 1:09 p.m.(8/1/1008 AR)

Relationship Note on Joscelin

Bless her she did try, but all the needling pricks were too much for her poor fingers to bear.

Written By Ida

April 19, 2018, 12:56 p.m.(8/1/1008 AR)

Relationship Note on Joscelin

I say we sit in our rocking chairs drinking whiskey and yelling at the new apprentices that come by to get off our lawn. Not that that'd be /new/, necessarily, but we could get a lot drunker if we're not going to do work later!

Also, I love you like family and think you are amazing no matter what you may or may not be doing in this life.

Written By Joscelin

April 19, 2018, 12:51 p.m.(8/1/1008 AR)

I had a dream the other night.

There was a building, a huge building that was more like a palace, except narrow and stacked upward, with stairways only on the outside that wrapped around it. Within was housed every Crafter I knew and many I didn't, living as neighbors, all in one place, and while this made my hair turn white, it was ... it was peaceful. Wonderful. Almost everyone I cared about in one giant 'house'. I never had to go far to hear a voice I longed for, or to catch the scent of a perfume I adored, or to hear the ringing song of hammer to anvil. Not that it's much different where I live now, but all contained, safe inside the same stone-and-timber walls ...

It was contentment, wrapped around me. A lovely dream.

Written By Joscelin

April 19, 2018, 11:23 a.m.(8/1/1008 AR)

It's finally happened. My body is not willing to obey my demands and create.

I saw it coming. Too many endeavors at once, too many promises made and kept, and then, this last. Trauma, maybe, the reaction to too much too soon, my hands shake when I reach for my tools but my mind, my heart, my soul all receive the inspirations Jayus has blessed me with like there's nothing different. A challenge, my instincts tell me, to overcome memory of injury to press on. My heart is ready, but my hands are not.

It's just as well, I suppose. I could use the break and my assistants and apprentices have fared well under my instruction. They use my old designs to keep the shop stocked and ready, with strict instruction to take no outlandish commissions or custom work until I'm ready to do it myself.

I can't remember the last time it's happened, is all, if ever.

Perhaps I should take up a new hobby in the meantime, when I'm [words are scratched out] attending to my very serious duties as Guildmaster.

Perhaps I should take up sailing. Or knitting. I'm no good at sewing, I tried once and Morrighan laughed at me for how often I stabbed myself. Not my kink, I insisted, and ow. Sore fingers are no fun.

I'm open to suggestions. I need a break.

Written By Gwenna

April 19, 2018, 8:50 a.m.(8/1/1008 AR)

Relationship Note on Rook

I wish you the greatest of successes on your new path and endeavors, as well as look forward to bending your ear sometime in my own vaguely selfish pursuits of knowledge.

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