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Written By Mydas

Dec. 21, 2016, 5:26 p.m.(6/12/1005 AR)

Beauty. How many songs have been written praising the refinement of a noblelady, or the lust-inducing curves of a common maid? And how many more sing of their joyful smile, the coy flutter of their eyelashes, the kindness of their heart or the magnificence of their thunderous wrath? What of the cold majesty so much like the northern mountains? Or the fire of southern summers? So many songs sung. And the only thing they ever seem to find some common ground is the desire to celebrate the beauty that so filled them with passion.

Perhaps as the days darken with ill news, such things should be celebrated. Make the lights that mesmerize us so daily keep the darkness of the coming day away.

Just so long as would-be celebrants realize that beauty can be found in soul and actions. My solitary mention of curves was purposeful.

Written By Lark

Dec. 21, 2016, 5:02 p.m.(6/12/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Samantha

Had I a single doubt as to considering the addition of the Marquessa’s aid in my new appointment, it has been alleviated. Having only known her by reputation before, I am most impressed. She displays exactly the virtues I find endearing in an individual -- those of which I know myself to possess in abundance and those I am often found in wanting of.

I have every indication that this is the beginning of something very promising.

Written By Selene

Dec. 21, 2016, 4:59 p.m.(6/12/1005 AR)

Step outside into a brisk Spring evening -

Draw breath. Acknowledge life.

Find a loved one, a family member, a friend, a devoted vassal, a pet.

Acknowledge them. Thank them.

Live, for in doing so we honor all we have lost.

Written By Aleksei

Dec. 21, 2016, 4:25 p.m.(6/12/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Horatio

Horatio was a little shit. He was rude as all hells. He liked /spiders/.

But I'm sorry he's dead. I should've kept him safer. Don't these silks have anything better to do than flip through commoner journals and write about how they should handle their feelings? None of us started commenting about getting over that duke guy. Gods.

Written By Samantha

Dec. 21, 2016, 4:23 p.m.(6/12/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Lark

Have you ever met someone that you've looked at and felt like you were staring at a mirror's reflection? Not in the sense of being an exact copy, but rather, someone with so much similarity and intent of purpose as you, but seems to go about it in the same way you would. Where the Princess is fair, I am dark. Where the princess favors the tools of logistics and information to achieve understanding, I work with the tools of emotional appeal. She favors solitutude, I thrive on the energy of those around me. And yet we desire the same things, and in some ways the manner in which we structure our efforts to reach them are exactly alike. I don't know if this is the basis for a significant friendship or a frustrating clash of manner and a method, but I do think once we find our rhythm, we will be a formidable team.

Written By Audric

Dec. 21, 2016, 4:20 p.m.(6/12/1005 AR)

In all my years as a sellsword, I've seen men reduced to several things, most of them very embarrassing. I didn't know until yesterday, however, that it was entirely possible for a man to be reduced entirely to jelly. Good job! You've investigated a new horizon and proven it to be a poor decision.

Written By Samantha

Dec. 21, 2016, 4:11 p.m.(6/12/1005 AR)

I knew him. Horatio, who loved the beasts that slithered and and the insects that scurried. Perhaps not as well as many, and perhaps better than some.

Deepwood's roots and those of Mercier have long been entertwined. Sir Silas and Mistress Bethany were friends in my most tentative years, and their mother was my mother's lady-in-waiting. And as they grieved for my family, so I will grieve with them for their lost one. I hope his creatures are being cared for; he would want that.

Written By Cassius

Dec. 21, 2016, 3:48 p.m.(6/12/1005 AR)

There is so much happening right now. So many questions. So many possible changes in my life. Everything that was when I reached Arx seems to have upended. I'm not sure I could recognize my life today were I the Cassius of months ago.

But through this all, I cling to one thought. One focus. One thing that remains static.

Where is Dustin?

Written By Myrinda

Dec. 21, 2016, 3:37 p.m.(6/12/1005 AR)

No one cares who mourns for who. No one expects a silk to mourn the loss of a commoner, or even notice. We all will care about what we care about.

It's just that all of us have stopped caring for your son's stupid journals. Sometimes it's better to say nothing at all than prove yourself a fool.

Someone take away Dagon's pen.

Written By Esera

Dec. 21, 2016, 3:02 p.m.(6/12/1005 AR)

You cannot know the value of a soul. You cannot weigh it, or measure it, cannot hold it in your hands. But great souls are not bound by station. They are not bound by bloodline, or name. They are born into paupers, and they are born into princes. All men have the capacity to be great.

All men have the capacity -- but not all men have the time. We cannot protect them all, and we are poorer for every loss.

Written By Donrai

Dec. 21, 2016, 2:56 p.m.(6/12/1005 AR)

I have been informed that some lord of the Oathlands was voicing complaints about an unseemly lack of grief over the death of a commoner, and he challenged those unmoved by the death to take a hard look into a mirror, as if to catch some hint of the Thirteenth's darkness therein. Still, the challenge is not to be ignored, and it bears mention to chronicle what I see when I gaze into the mirror- a leader supremely indifferent to whether you live or die. You would do well to remember that.

Written By Dagon

Dec. 21, 2016, 2:19 p.m.(6/12/1005 AR)

If anyone misunderstands my words, perhaps they should come and talk to me before getting on top of their high horse and acting with any sort of false indignation in order to better their own personal standing.

Written By Damon

Dec. 21, 2016, 2:13 p.m.(6/12/1005 AR)

I'm shocked to see that the death of a citizen of the very city we ALL occupy and live in, is being dismissed as something that "Simply happens." and we should "Get used to it"

Half of this city locked itself away because they couldn't bear the death of another citizen of this city.

Is this insensitive attitude because the boy wasn't noble? He didn't come from a prestigious family?


Or is it just because YOU didn't know him?

Take a long hard look in those mirrors of yours.

Written By Mydas

Dec. 21, 2016, 12:23 p.m.(6/12/1005 AR)

One of the debtors tried to flee. His neighbours reported him and he now remains within the dungeons. I have no intention of being clement to those who would cheat my house from wealth loaned in good faith. The other debtors have by now learned of his attempted flight, and I've sent men to make sure they wouldn't try the same. I have no wish to have anyone executed for the foolishness of one man, but if they believe the Nightgolds are made of a weak metal, they're in for a rude awakening. I will keep and enforce the same delay I gave them upon my arrival. One more week. If they have not found the money by then, then it'll be among their possessions that the House will find direct repayment.

Written By Dagon

Dec. 21, 2016, 11:21 a.m.(6/12/1005 AR)

When a ship is lost at sea for reasons unknown and all hands are lost, where is the grief for those men? Who had families waiting on them? Who had friends on other ships that they had served with on some past voyage?

I think every loss for the Compact is a tragedy, but I know that more is on the way, and there is so very much to do. So grieve, mourn, do what you have to do, but be ready for what is to come.

As for the people on these ships?

We all know what we need to do. Our axes and swords will reap what vengeance they may.

"Tears in our wake, never at our wake."

It is time we begin making the enemies of the Compact mourn.

Written By Eirlys

Dec. 21, 2016, 11:16 a.m.(6/12/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Ansel

Have chanced upon Lord Ansel twice and spent both times getting a chance to talk to him. I agree with my brother, we should bring him to Greenwood, I feel he is someone that would appreciate the beauty of it. I am also looking forward to a new training partner as both he and I are awaiting our new swords from Dame Ida.

Written By Eirlys

Dec. 21, 2016, 10:52 a.m.(6/12/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Niamh

Chance encounter with my cousin, with whom I met Mistress Lyiana. Mistress Lyiana seems to be very nice and having my cousin in the city is always wonderful. She has plans to help me irk Fiachra. I can't wait for this to happen!

Written By Eirlys

Dec. 21, 2016, 10:50 a.m.(6/12/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Ida

So far have found Ida to be a very refreshing and lovely person to be around, I am hoping to be able to spend more time with her, outside her shop and perhaps make a friend of her.

Written By Eirlys

Dec. 21, 2016, 10:41 a.m.(6/12/1005 AR)

I have had a few days in the city to get my bearings I really should have sat down and written all of this out before now but I have been so busy getting to know new people as well as meeting up with family that I had just not had the time to sit down and really write things out. So far the city has been so kind to us and very welcoming. I know that Fiachra misses Greenwood and honestly I am surprised I miss it very much as well. I am hoping that we can take some time to show a new friend Greenwood, as I believe very much like Fiachra does that he would appreciate it.

Written By Aleksei

Dec. 21, 2016, 9:59 a.m.(6/11/1005 AR)

People are writing about /what/? Are you kidding me? All the silks in Arx went through their public mourning game when one of their own died, and they want to sit around and complain about the commoners doing it? Come the fuck on. Go back to rolling around in your piles of money and get over yourselves.

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