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Written By Felix

Sept. 23, 2018, 8:05 p.m.(8/26/1009 AR)

I regret that I took such time away from my shop, but am glad to once more be back in the forge. For those who had to wait, my apologies, and for those just coming in, I will hopefully make up for my absence before the need is done.

Written By Jaenelle

Sept. 23, 2018, 8:02 p.m.(8/26/1009 AR)

Relationship Note on Delilah

Never ask him to edit anything. He is ruthless, especially when it involves poetry.

Written By Delilah

Sept. 23, 2018, 7:25 p.m.(8/26/1009 AR)

Relationship Note on Alaric

Who knew the king was such an outstanding master of poetry? He offered excellent recommendations on rhyme scheme and rhyme patterns.

Not to me, naturally. No one reads my poetry for I write none.

Written By Brogan

Sept. 23, 2018, 6:48 p.m.(8/26/1009 AR)

Recently, I lost a drinking contest. ME! I lost hard too. I came in fourth. FOURTH. In my defense, trickery was employed by the winner. Friendly competition, certainly. But I lost DRINKING! Well. Congratulations to Felicia, Helia and Arcadia for their drinking victories.

At least I managed to best Felicia with a huge fish!

Oh, right a point to my rambling! Thraxians throw great parties!

Written By Monique

Sept. 23, 2018, 6:41 p.m.(8/26/1009 AR)

I often wonder of others, if you could know the absolute and total truth to one question, what question would you ask?

Written By Alarissa

Sept. 23, 2018, 5:43 p.m.(8/26/1009 AR)

It was with heartfelt delight that the Dominus came to the atrium and blessed it. A step forward to mend and tend to ties between Thrax and the Faith. I agree and whole heartedly. I wait still for the portait of Sanctum that is being worked on and then can clearly call that little project closed. He made good on his promise and when I stand in it, my burdens are light and I feel closer. Already the family gathers there to speak and meet, finding the same peace that I find. How well it will hold to the Arx winters, we shall see.

Astrid actually caught a fish and nearly squeezed the poor thing to perishing. She is being taught not to do that ever again. They are for regarding, not squeezing.

The painting from the inquisition's auction is placed away safely for it's eventual hanging in the shackles when the renovations there are finished. They have just begun and going through there with nothing but sail canvas as they work to finish the windows makes me wonder what it will look like with all that light coming into it that did not before. Also, how to give a nod to what it was, without being tasteless. To wipe all of the history of that room away would be improper.

For now though, for now it's time to order materials.

Written By Thena

Sept. 23, 2018, 5:28 p.m.(8/26/1009 AR)

Relationship Note on Khanne

The painting? Can we play ‘pin the-‘

Never mind, scholar. It could only end badly.

Written By Alessandro

Sept. 23, 2018, 5:18 p.m.(8/26/1009 AR)

Relationship Note on Ida

The only time in my life that I have regretted not pursuing any sort of martial vocation is when I visit Dame Ida Ferron's shop. The rubicund blade, Oath, is beyond compare. She has shared that she had had inspiration for another, similarly themed though not the same, which she will unveil in the coming days, and if you did not have a chance to bid on Oath, I highly encourage you to do so on the next.

Written By Bliss

Sept. 23, 2018, 4:30 p.m.(8/26/1009 AR)

Some days are worse than others. Most of the time, these days, I am able to move on, with no more than a passing thought given (there is always a thought), an acknowledgement of the scar as I twist my shoulder to get dressed, a few small twinges of pain here and there.

Then there are the days like today. They usually happen when I have been talking about it more, when the nightmares come back. That night, so long ago, where everything was going so well until suddenly it wasn't.

The sounds of their horses behind me, the sudden realization that they were coming for me, the pure panic that coursed through me as I tried to defend myself even when I knew that, this time, I wasn't going to make it out.

The triumphant sneer on his face as he ran my shoulder through, watched me collapse as I understood that I was ruined, feeling the warm, wet blood pouring down my side, the agony beyond anything that I have felt before or since as they left me to die.

I woke up screaming today, my face wet with tears. I needed help getting dressed, my arm is stiff and useless right now. It will get better as the day goes on. It's in a sling. None of this is new.

So I repeat the mantra that I've learned helps, the truth of the situation: I didn't deserve this. It wasn't my fault. I didn't deserve this. It wasn't my fault. I didn't deserve this. It wasn't my fault.

I didn't deserve this.
It wasn't my fault.

Yes, they had their reasons. Their reasons make what happened even worse. I didn't deserve this. It wasn't my fault. I did nothing wrong.

And the pain begins to fade, and is replaced with anger and determination.

This is the most I have ever written publicly on what happened to me. For the longest time, no one would believe me. This is only a small fraction of my story.

But trauma is an unusual thing. Trauma has a way of playing in our minds, again and again, of whispering its lies to us, of making us believe that what happened was something that we deserved, or that we should have been smarter, or known our place, or any number of things. Some days, we believe these ridiculous untruths. Some days we fall apart again. We are allowed to do this. We shouldn't feel ashamed for being human.

I am not the only one in this city, by any means, who has experienced trauma. There have been two major wars in recent years, assassinations, monsters, and we are waking up and understanding just how terrifying the world we live in is.

I have heard that in a land far, far to the east, they repair their pottery with gold, turning the cracks and flaws into something beautiful and unique. Resilience is beautiful. Our flaws can be made to be beautiful.

I don't hide my scars anymore. My pain is as much a part of who I am as anything else, part of this great song that is my life. It is a reminder that no matter how terrible the world is outside of our walls, the monsters within them can do so much. It is a reminder to not stay quiet. To demand people be better. To be better, myself.

Written By Harper

Sept. 23, 2018, 4:23 p.m.(8/26/1009 AR)

Relationship Note on Jyri

I've definitely been called worse!

In all seriousness, I'm honored to be Ravaas' godmother. I'll make sure to spoil him, I mean take care of him, real well. I promise!

Written By Merek

Sept. 23, 2018, 4:16 p.m.(8/26/1009 AR)

Relationship Note on Laric

I nice Inquisitor, which cares about the Compact's safety!

Written By Merek

Sept. 23, 2018, 4:12 p.m.(8/26/1009 AR)

I should write a few books. I haven't in a while and I need new things to write about!

Written By Khanne

Sept. 23, 2018, 4:11 p.m.(8/26/1009 AR)

Relationship Note on Aleksei

Me.

It was me.

Though, not to bruise your ego.... but... it was because of the hand that drew it more than the subject.

Not that the subject matter is hard to look at at all.... The subject is rather pleasing, of course.

I promise no darts will be thrown at it.

Well, probably. Free choice and all.... I can promise that most likely I will not throw darts at it.

Probably.

Written By Edain

Sept. 23, 2018, 4:02 p.m.(8/26/1009 AR)

Relationship Note on Lethe

My recommendation is to invent some sort of horseshoe pontoon so that aquatic jousting can be a thing!

Everytime I ask my smartest scholars, shipwrights and crafters in Sanctum they always say, "Please stop asking for this your grace. It is very, very dumb."

Written By Lethe

Sept. 23, 2018, 3:57 p.m.(8/26/1009 AR)

I could really use a new goal of some sort, but as usual I don't know where to begin.

Written By Delilah

Sept. 23, 2018, 3:32 p.m.(8/26/1009 AR)

Yesterday I was clever, so I wanted to change the world. Today I am wise, so I am changing myself.

Written By Mayir

Sept. 23, 2018, 2:49 p.m.(8/26/1009 AR)

Relationship Note on Perronne

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Second of all, I want to be very clear that Perronne is WONDERFUL. She can talk a merchant into selling the shirt off his back to her. At half price! She's just that good!

Finally of all, I want to be very clear that I really enjoy hanging out with Perronne. I guess we could probably make more money off of our venture together, buying and selling in bulk. But the thrill of the hunt for a seller, the back and forth over price. Well, it is a rush! And all the clients we have! It's a great way to be plugged into the City.

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Written By Kenna

Sept. 23, 2018, 2:48 p.m.(8/26/1009 AR)

I would totally stick with Harper any day of the week. Best glue.

Written By Cambria

Sept. 23, 2018, 2:37 p.m.(8/26/1009 AR)

It surprises me when I come across individuals that show shock or dismay when I happen to order a drink for lunch, or breakfast for that matter. I did just that recently at the commonplace surrounds of a locale which shall go unnamed (but you, readers, definitely know the one). I had a minor ailment, my policy for which is a steady stream of alcohol of the right quality, strength and temperature. Breakfasting with an Oathlander shouldn't stand in the way of good health. So I started the day off right with a nice, fragrant grape-based pomace brandy of Lycene origin and hot water.

Of course, and here we come to my main point, you do not have to be under the weather to drink when you wake up. Therefore, to atone for medicining the good grape, I intend to write a bit on what to drink with breakfast when hale and healthy. As a word of caution: before following my sage advice, know that this is not a practice for the novice.

Written By Jyri

Sept. 23, 2018, 2:07 p.m.(8/26/1009 AR)

Relationship Note on Harper

Some wounds can never truly heal. But they can be mended and patched up. The broken bit can be glued together again. Some people are good with gluing. You're one of those, and I'm proud to call you sister and god-mother of Raavas.

I guess you're glue. Ain't that some compliment?

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