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Written By Calista

Dec. 19, 2020, 12:55 a.m.(8/5/1014 AR)

Tonight's event was one for the ages. It seemed as if the entire city was together at the the Hart's rooftop terrace. There was food and drink and dancing! I could barely move across the room when I first arrived; people were packed in together, meeting and greeting between finger waggles and air kisses. There was something decadent and liberating about the entire ambiance.

I was happy to have found my cousins, Narcissa and Mabelle in the company of my esteemed protege Jareth, renown thespian from the Black Rose Theater. Our gracious hosts, Marquis Dio, Mistress Nina, and Princess Valencia out did themselves with the decor.

I did not have the chance to speak with Lady Monique nor Marquis Gaspar, but they were both in attendance as well. However, the familiar face I'd not seen in what felt like centuries, is that belonging to Duke Harlan Ashford. It was so very nice to catch up. He was also so very kind as to invite me to dance, knowing my Inigo is still in Tor.

I believe we redeemed ourselves with a very proper dance where no toes suffered casualties. I cannot say the same for Master Jareth who somehow ended up knocking himself into a lantern and catching on fire. He is fine, thank the gods, but sadly will need a new shirt.

The bidding began and it quickly appeared there were three contenders, Lady Monique, Duke Harlan, and myself. The bids were climbing and the moment was getting intense. I heard a few coughs of surprise when the price escalated. Lady Monique bowed out and its was just Duke Harlan and myself. It seemed like this would be another dance. However, he said something that touched my heart.

"My wife deserves beautiful things."

I could not agree more with him. In that moment, I knew it would be an incredible gift for his Duchess and she is indeed very deserving of beautiful things.

I bowed out of the bidding but am very proud of grand donations this gives to the Liberators.

And if I could be so bold as to suggest "Calista" as a name for the child that will most likely result from this incredible gesture of love... it rolls off the tongue so beautifully.

Written By Sydney

Dec. 19, 2020, 12:09 a.m.(8/5/1014 AR)

Relationship Note on Anisha

The more time I spend in her presence, the more worthy of praise she seems to me.

That one woman can juggle so many things at once is something I can scarcely fathom. I struggle to keep sober and keep in fighting shape, and that's only two things, one of which I'm not succeeding exceedingly well at - the amount of juggling that Anisha Whisper manages is exceptional by contrast. Always perfectly put-together, poised, composed, empathetic, and all the things I fancied for myself when I was young and had lofty fantasies about being 'proper'.

Always a pleasure to spend time with her, when circumstance allows it.

Written By Tanith

Dec. 18, 2020, 11:53 p.m.(8/5/1014 AR)

Apparently, the new 'thing' to do at parties is to set one's self on fire so everyone can dump their drinks on you.

This is -genius-.

Written By Mirari

Dec. 18, 2020, 11:51 p.m.(8/5/1014 AR)

Relationship Note on Costas

I cannot find the right words for how I feel lately. Sometimes, I dream that I'm standing on the widow's walk, looking out toward the sea. Waiting for you. I feel like I was always waiting for you. Sometimes, I feel like I'm a light house with an unlit beacon. Swallowed by fog and offering no guidance to any wayward sailor.

Written By Raja

Dec. 18, 2020, 11:49 p.m.(8/5/1014 AR)

So. I decided to go to this auction and I was NOT disappointed! Not only did a lot of money get raised for the Liberators, but my friend Jareth set himself on FIRE! Everyone doused him in their drinks then he ripped off his shirt and kept dancing half naked! I have seen many things in my day, but that is one moment I will not soon forget.

Written By Lucita

Dec. 18, 2020, 8:04 p.m.(8/5/1014 AR)

Chosing wedding ring designs has been enough to distract me from things I am far better off not thinking about.

Written By Lou

Dec. 18, 2020, 7:31 p.m.(8/5/1014 AR)

I find myself yet again preparing to write a lecture for another adventure. This time Brightshore. The journey there was long, but well worth it. We returned home with a new to Arvum metal; or maybe it was old to Arvum and just long since forgotten? Goldsteel. Even now I've put out a call to crafters to see if they can do anything with the ingots we managed to trade for.

And some of my party came home with such strange animals that sometimes appear more intelligent than they seem. I'm certain it's just a trick my mind was playing on me; though the fossa, I'm pretty sure, harbors some grudge against me. It resembles a cat. The other two, though different counter parts of the same species, are so unlike anything I've ever seen before.

The people there were friendly, and I was able to learn the language of Brightshore during my time there.

I'll talk more about it on the morrow. I do need to save some points for my lecture, after all.

Written By Ciro

Dec. 18, 2020, 6:54 p.m.(8/5/1014 AR)

Relationship Note on Medeia

How far things have come in such a short time, From strangers
talking in a garden to friends taking in a game of chance and
now here we are partners in a brewery.

While the dead gull has had her troubles and they are plenty
there is one thing it did not have..

It didn't have us. And if there is one thing that I have learned
in the short time we have known one another it is that
together we can accomplish much.

But fuck, we need a new name for the place. Dead Gull...
It just won't do.

Written By Ciro

Dec. 18, 2020, 6:37 p.m.(8/5/1014 AR)

*Written in Eurusi and stained with droplets of rum from a spill*

Another night and another search of the lowers to no avail. No matter what corner I slip around, no matter the drink drained and the attempt to find where I found her the last time.. ending in failure. Ending in disappointment. The wicked blonde must be found, I only pray that my sister is able to help.

I know not where else to turn for it, This issue..this plague. I need to be free of it. I will be free of it..

Written By Sedna

Dec. 18, 2020, 6:18 p.m.(8/5/1014 AR)

I take issue with anybody toting the idea that femininity, as it exists in the Isles, is weakness. Softness, empathy, diplomacy all require a strength of character and personal fortitude comparable to swordsmanship. The blade serves many a cause, yes, but there is more than one way to conquer a foe. Success reliant on a single tool, warcraft, is real weakness.

Written By Eirene

Dec. 18, 2020, 11:05 a.m.(8/4/1014 AR)

Spent a summer's day watching my children splash in a pool with my husband, while my infant son slept quietly in his bassinet.

The sun, the sound of laughter, the peacefulness of it all; this is why I fight so hard to preserve life. To ensure we can all have perfect moments like that.

Written By Eirene

Dec. 18, 2020, 11:03 a.m.(8/4/1014 AR)

The sheer number of people who have reached out to let me help coordinate their fleet healers is astonishing. Astonishing as it's been close to fucking zero. I hope you all have good ships surgeons, really, for the sake of your troops and sailors.

I appreciate the people who have spoken to me about giving their troops for protection for the Physicians and Mercy's, above and beyond what good the Knights of Solace will be doing.
Your names are on my list.
It's a short fucking list.
I'd be happy to add more to it.

In related news, Giada is a fucking Gild-send. A good QM is essential to any organization.

Written By Ember

Dec. 18, 2020, 9:31 a.m.(8/4/1014 AR)

To Lady Medeia Eswynd and Messere Venturo Thayne, there is no more to be said publicly than to affirm the gratitude, support, and lasting friendship of Redreef Shores.

Perhaps the traditionalists' attack on the Carnival is one of the factors that has led my mind to drift backward of late and recall something I had almost forgotten.

In the weeks before my sister and I launched our campaign to claim the title that was my birthright, and with it the future of our domain, we spent some time discreetly recruiting soldiers in the granite mountains of Darkwater Isle.

Lady Marina was off with the sailors, playing to her strengths, and I stopped and shared a bottle with a blind old man with a bearded, bandaged face. The sun had fallen behind the mountains and the man was very drunk, but for a moment he seemed to speak in my dead father's voice.

"How could you disobey," my father's voice seemed to say, "the man who brought you up according to a fantasy? Your softness, your fragility... Your feminine grace and delicacy... They'll be the death of me."

I resolved in that moment, passing that bottle back and forth with that old drunk, that I would never allow myself to be weak again.

Written By Evaristo

Dec. 18, 2020, 8:48 a.m.(8/4/1014 AR)

I got up the same time this morning, and ate breakfast; I was a little bit wild and crazy, I added sugar on my porridge. Have to tell the neighbor later about this wild living.

I was invited for drinks at a friend yesterday but I declined, because I felt I would need a good night's sleep before today's work. I am cleaning the shop and doing an inventory count. Really, it would be very irresponsible to drink before that, it's important not to count it wrong. What if I miss something and then the numbers don't add up?

Oh, and this math book actually has some good use for my accounting, I realised.

Got to tell my neighbor later, I am sure he will appreciate the information, he also has a shop. I will also explain to him the futility of too large stock. That is just money you've spent that does not yield money back for a long time. No, it is better to restock just the right amounts and follow demand. Prices also fluctuate all the time, so if you say, buy lots of metal this month, then you might realise next month the price is lower and you've then actually LOST money.

Written By Ilira

Dec. 18, 2020, 5:34 a.m.(8/4/1014 AR)

Souls are fathomless, so worth the exploration; each and every are a study in boundless potential. All deserve the exchange of energy in being known.
What in Abyss have I been doing with my time?

Written By Narcissa

Dec. 18, 2020, 1:17 a.m.(8/3/1014 AR)

Sanguine placement of lunar display,
Frolicking finery blind to mirror's design.
Heart's folly becomes our logic's inveigh,
Chicanery, pure and smiling - Tehom's divine.

Thirteen keys for the sought single door,
Words waiting to soft minds sweetly bait.
Silver tongue embracing verse's lore,
Fools tying their noose with inept prate.

With bait to await, reflection doth call,
The Black Judgement summons you, fear and gall.
Pride's knell, heraldic note of mirror's sight,
A Darkest Rose to broker and bind plight.

Written By Rowenova

Dec. 18, 2020, 12:49 a.m.(8/3/1014 AR)

Adding to your vocabulary can be scary (yes that rhymes) but quite nice, too.

Written By Medeia

Dec. 17, 2020, 11:45 p.m.(8/3/1014 AR)

Relationship Note on Venturo

I have, over the past couple of months, had the great pleasure of getting to know and work with Messere Venturo Thayne. In that time, I have been impressed time and again by his vibrant storytelling, masterful hand at brewing, earnest desire to know people, and rare ability to speak and listen well and in equal measure. For both projects we are working on, he has been instrumental in ensuring they run smoothly, and I am grateful for his input that challenges me and pushes the end result to be better than if I had tackled them alone. Today, I was reminded what a privilege it is to be acquainted with this man when I read his recent journal about the tragedy that befell the Kismet Carnival in Redreef Shores.

Venturo's promise to find employment for former thralls is not only close to my heart, but inspiring. As such, I pledge my assistance to his endeavor. If there is knowledge I can share, a skill I can teach, to ensure the success of such individuals, my time is offered freely. I trust him in this.

Written By Jaenelle

Dec. 17, 2020, 7:16 p.m.(8/3/1014 AR)

Relationship Note on Valerius

I am not quite ready yet. Perhaps one day, in the distant future, but not today. The words are not right. The moment is not right. I am not sure if they ever will be.

Written By Venturo

Dec. 17, 2020, 2:43 p.m.(8/2/1014 AR)

Such things, with conflicts already transpiring, larger ones upon the horizons, and deaths here in closer to Arx itself, are easy to get lost. But I find a need to put down in writing the fate of the Kismet Carnival in Redreef Shores. While in transit from one village to another, these entertainers and workers were attacked. Nearly half of the carnival was killed, a deed for which Thraxian Traditionalists took the credit. Their hatred of outsiders, the fact that so many of the workers were formerly freed Thralls drove them to use murder to make a point.

Thankfully, the Baroness Ember and so many others have helped band together to see not only this particular problem dealt with, but that future carnivals will be safe as well. I've donated a sizeable sum already to see to the burials of the fallen and to take care of their families, and now? I will make my point in return.

If you are a former Thrall? I will employee you. If you are someone looking to start a new life, to better yourself and leave behind the chains of your past? I will find work for you. I have set aside a sizeable sum of silver for setting up business in Port Venture for any commoner that has an idea, any thrall that wishes to learn a new craft. There are positions for merchant marines, those guards who will oversee the safety of the carnivals and breweries across Arvum. If these assailants believed that they would create fear by killings? I will give new beginnings to a hundred times the people that they have robbed of life.

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