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Written By Armel

May 31, 2017, 8:44 p.m.(7/24/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Carita

Do not judge her too harshly. She has seen things you cannot imagine.

Written By Freja

May 31, 2017, 6:26 p.m.(7/24/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Victus

Tolerable, dare I say reasonable? Good drinking company I'd take any day.

Written By Victus

May 31, 2017, 5:24 p.m.(7/24/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Freja

The Redrains are two for two on good booze and decent people. They can certainly take the prize for the most tolerable family I've conducted my meetings with.

Written By Orazio

May 31, 2017, 1:44 p.m.(7/23/1006 AR)

It must be said: I have had nothing but good experiences working with the Whisper House, under the able leadership of the Radiant Whisper, Selene. Sometimes, we forget how integral the Whispers are to our society, particularly when so many of the nobility wish to resolve their own diplomatic issues (even when they truly, truly should not, but that is a sermon for another time, I think) rather than rely on trained experts for the tasks. Whispers have averted wars with a smile, and saved reputations with a few soft words in the right ears, and the Radiant serves that tradition well.

Written By Selene

May 31, 2017, 1:08 p.m.(7/23/1006 AR)

I'm called away for a joyous occasion - the negotiation of a marriage contract. I will see you all again very soon. Until then the Whisper House remains in good hands with my Softests and I have full confidence we will continue to entertain you until I return.

Written By Carita

May 31, 2017, 12:46 p.m.(7/23/1006 AR)

Reina Oscura; these lilies produce big flowers so dark they seem black - when they're really a blackened violet. Large red-orange stamens highlight these near-ebony blooms nicely. Their sweet fragrance is a lovely accent to their incomparable beauty.

I need to find someone that can help teach me to take care of a garden, I think.

Written By Edward

May 31, 2017, 12:14 p.m.(7/23/1006 AR)

The circumstances is the interconnected tissue of muscle, bone, and tendons between the ankle and tips of the toes.

Written By Juliana

May 31, 2017, 11:06 a.m.(7/23/1006 AR)

Oh, I am too excited!

First I finally had a moment to sit and actually spend some time with Sebastian. The malaise I have been laboring under was gone swiftly. It is amazing how much my brother lifts my spirits. Then I had the most marvelous idea for an event to throw and even better, Belladonna liked it! I got word of her approval while Bastian and I were shopping in the market. Oooh, I have a personal project for him. I'm thinking of a dark, nearly black amethyst tunic with copper scales at the shoulders and cuffs, paired with a pair of leather breeches and a new pair of boots, he is going to look amazing! Oh, see? My mind overflows now that my sour mood has passed.

Anyway! So we were in the market and I got word from Belladonna that she likes my plan and then she directed me to the Softest Whisper Larissa -- oh, the praises I would sing of her. She is so very kind and easy to talk to! But I am getting ahead of myself, really. So we were at the market and I was looking at some scale work, for the aforementioned outfit for Bastian, when he spied the most charming artist perched on the fountain. Oh, but she was adorable with her short dark curls, but gods above the crimes she's committed on her clothing! The horror! I suppose the paint splotches suited her in a way, even if my heart bled for that gorgeous violet linen. So, what should happen next, but the minx hops off the fountain and hands Sebastian her drawing! And what a sweet thing it was, too. I was in delights over it. I could tell my brother liked the art and the artist -- though I'll not say more to embarrass him. While he was asking her about the Whispers, my eye was caught by a gleam off the largest sword in creation. Surely there is none more large than that of Prince Beaumont Valardin. I only had a moment of his time, but I found him quite charming.

After that we all went our separate ways and I found myself at the Whisper House and met Larissa. She was in such a state, feeling so poorly over the reaction to her auction, I assured her I was not there to discuss that event, but to inquire after hiring her to assist me with my own. See, I have been trying to assist my dear cousin with her project to raise funds to care for the orphans of the siege, and I thought what better way to do so than by hosting a fashion exposition! The idea is thus: I will be challenging all of the tailors, seamstresses, jewelers, haberdashers and cobblers in Arx to product something that showcases their skills. There will be a fashion show in which they can display their submissions. All the works will be available for sale and those that win will have glory (and prizes, of course) and the proceeds will be put directly into the fund to help those poor children. Does that not sound fun? I, of course, will be one of the judges! Oh I am beyond excited at this idea and I am so greatly looking forward to working further with the Softest Whisper.

So, to all ye artisans of Arx I put forth this challenge: Think up something marvelous, put imagination to fabric and show us all your skills! Be bold, be brave and above all... be *Fabulous*!

I cannot wait to see how this comes out!

Written By Cassandra

May 31, 2017, 7:38 a.m.(7/23/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Gailin

Gailin is young and enthusiastic. I hope he manages to find his way. I am hesitant to see him dedicate his life to the Faith so easily but perhaps it will work for him. he wants to solve his crisis of Faith but making a grandiose show of it. I understand the urge all too well, but...

If Gailin does take vows he will make a fine Disciple of Gloria.

Written By Calypso

May 30, 2017, 6:40 p.m.(7/22/1006 AR)

Sometimes when one comes upon a burning building, it is better to just walk away and let nature take its course.

Written By Killian

May 30, 2017, 6:02 p.m.(7/22/1006 AR)

<Excerpted from Explorers Journal of Killian Ashford>

Day 1: We set out upon the shifting of the tide, shortly after the celebration of rebirth. The planting of the trees was capstoned by the birthing of my nieces, I'm so very pleased for Prince Laric and Cara. Alas, that I could not stay and bask in the warmth of new family, but I was assured that even travelling upon the river we wanted to make sure to depart at the optimum tide..so. The summer heat is less strong upon the river, except when the wind stills and leaves us baking in a turgid humidity. My companions are quite companionable though. Of course my cousin Harlan, and Prince Ainsley, are quite well known to me. Prince Darren, Princess Freja and Lady Eirene are somewhat more unfamiliar though. I'm quite glad to have been so warmly welcomed though, and the voyage will certainly pass the easier for the company.

Day 3: I so sorely regret suggesting travel by barge. It may be passingly quicker, and is probably safer..but GODS it is boring. There's literally nothing to do except watch the landscape slide by. I should learn to fish, and invest in a pole..at least then there would be something of interest. The rum I brought has been finished already, shared with my companions, and we have played every card game that I could think of...presently I shall resort to practicing my archery, which will likely add levity if nothing else, as I doubt I could even hit the river.

Day 4: We shall arrive tomorrow. If we do not, I fear that we shall all be insane before we arrive.

Day 5: My hands still shake as I record this, thankfully the Lady Eirene is quite skilled, I care not to think about the shape I would be in were it not for her care and ministrations.

We arrived at our destination and disembarked the barge upon which we had traveled, moving overland the rest of the way upon horseback. In retrospect it might have been well advised to have made camp at the riverside just one day, instead of setting out late in the day. We caught site of the abandoned city after a short travel, but as we approached we came upon an outlying farmhouse that had been ruined by the passage of time. Investigation yielded little information other than that the inhabitants did not seem to have packed before leaving, or even cleared the plates away after their dinner. Time had erased other information though, and the howling of a pack of wolves suggested that long investigations were perhaps an ill advised past time. We took once more to horse and made for the dubious safety of the city walls.

What we found within made me long for the company of the wolves...such ill had befallen the city, such evil plague that I can scarce recount the horror of it. We found the residents, trapped in some form of suspended life, mummified upon the walls of the city and facing towards the center of it. The city itself remained entirely and wholly intact, untouched by the ravages of time. Our investigations discovered that the Baron of the city was shockingly a man of Erusi heritage..but also that travelers to the city had gone missing in the course of some months prior to the recorded journals ending. As we attempted to unravel what had happened, all threads seemed to lead back unto the Baronial Manor at the center of the city.

Within we found additional journals, which led us to the conclusion that the Baron had courted with foul powers and paid blood sacrifice for such gifts as they would bestow. We explored with little effect, until we discovered the secret passages mentioned within one of the journals. Alas that the discovery triggered the defenders of the city, those poor trapped souls of the residents, to begin to attack us. We fought them off as best we could as we fled deeper into the sanctum of the monster who once ruled the city. It is best, I think, not to recount the details of what we beheld within. Suffice it that foul rituals and dark deeds had been done, and three souls bound as lynchpins of the bindings on the souls of the citizens. Among them, a man of Ashford, of the given name Fabien.

Prince Darren and I fought to occupy these bound spirits, even as the ghostly forms of the citizens began to close in upon us. Meanwhile Duke Harlan, Princess Freja and Lady Eirene set about working to undo the remaining binds of the ritual that had so evilly enslaved these poor spirits. By wrenching the daggers that had been used to slay them from the bodies, they were able to undo that binding, allowing the spirits to pass onward unto their rewards. The look of thanks and relief upon the faces of those poor spirits was profound, as they finally were allowed to stand down that unending watch. Unfortunately, undoing that binding restored time to the city itself and, all at once, the decay of hundreds of years caught up with the structures.

We did at least escape, alas we could recover nothing from the ruins of the house of the Baron to give us a clue as to where he might have passed after the city.

Day 6: I have seldom slept so well in my life. It is as though the gods looked upon us and deemed us worthy of reward. Judging by the spring in the steps of my companions today, I think I am hardly the only one. We spent the day exploring the now very, very ruined city. There was little of note to be found thus far, but we have made what maps and notes we could for entry into the Society records. We've also found a number of shields once used by the guards of the city. They are nothing exceptional, but they bear the crest of Frosthaven, three stars above a mountain, set upon a very pale blue (I suspect meant to be frost colored?) field. We'll have one for the hall, and each have claimed one as memento of the journey. Our barge returns tomorrow morning on its return voyage, so in the morning we must set out again for Arx. I will be glad to be home.

Day 7: Didn't sleep quite as well last night, whatever soothing presence was present is gone, and all that remains of Frosthaven is an empty ruin. The hot springs are rather nice though, and might be of value to a settlement should one wish to take advantage of the already standing walls.

Day 9: We made good time on the trip home, especially with the current to aid us. I was able to collect some of the ashes of what was once Fabien Ashford. It is my intent to ride to Ashford and scatter them amongst the trees of his home. The trees are ancient, and I hope that they will remember him and welcome him home at last, from his long journey.

Written By Orazio

May 30, 2017, 5:37 p.m.(7/22/1006 AR)

To the Faithful Reader:

The summer has come, and the city evenings are filled with the buzzing of insects and the constant hum of humanity. Both of these sounds are pleasing to me. They always have been, but when I contemplate what we so nearly suffered, I see their beauty anew. Even in the squabbling and gossip, whether it be of the songbirds on my windowsill, or of the humans who inhabit the city, becomes like a song, reminding me that I am alive. That we are all alive.

Whatever else might be said of our circumstances and the challenges that lay before us, in my prayers I contemplate our existence, and our potential, and it fills me with awe, and even a little joy. It is my hope that each man and woman of the Faithful might look within them, for that potential, that best possible them, and use the peace which we have won to bring that forth into your life. There may never be a better time to do so.

Written By Samantha

May 30, 2017, 5:36 p.m.(7/22/1006 AR)

I've been longing for a parrot ever since I heard of them, which I must point out has been a significant time since coming to Arx.

And suddenly I hear that people have parrots! Actual parrots! Why don't I have a parrot?

I am really quite cross right now. Also, hungry.

Written By Ainsley

May 30, 2017, 5:18 p.m.(7/22/1006 AR)

On this day, I discovered a glass parrot in my room.

Written By Narciso

May 30, 2017, 5:02 p.m.(7/22/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Marian

Writer's note: Confessor Narciso Artiglio came in with a lute and just began to sing on the spot. He left without a word, only indicating we should be respectful of "her" song. What follows is what we pieced together, those of us present.

Have you heard of the tale,
Of a dragon whose mail,
Was not of steel most true,
But of a will all knew,

Ask the wind of cold winter,
He remembers of her,
She was born from the stag,
And defied the drake's flag,

Yet when a young wyrm fell,
Among the stags' dire cell,
She found her heart take flight,
To join the prince most bright,

Of this theft none would know,
Till the drake's scales of snow,
Would guard her from the harm,
Traitors deal with their arm,

His heart for her beat true,
And in that time all knew,
Stag's daughter would depart,
Her new life was to start,

Among dragons she lived,
Even when fate deprived,
The two with cruel hand,
Of this tale's more happy end,

Sorrow came for her then,
With bright memories when,
She was not so alone,
In tale of so tragic tone,

Yet she reared back and struck,
Sorrow now most awestruck,
"I will not yield" she said,
"For all the tears I shed,"

"None will see me unmade,
On neither tree nor blade,
Take my words to the wind,
I shall long live and grin."

So have you heard of her,
Still here is her answer,
Only whispers of she,
Are brought to my aerie,

But now she's summoned me,
To have a cup of tea,
Secrets and lies beware,
You shall soon find me there.

Written By Cara

May 30, 2017, 4:46 p.m.(7/22/1006 AR)

I have recently been introduced to a charming snack food -- grains that have been heated until they pop open, giving a delightful flavor, particularly when lightly salted.

I can't help but snack upon it. It's addictive.

Written By Carita

May 30, 2017, 4:10 p.m.(7/22/1006 AR)

You're going to believe what you hear, of course, as is anyone that uses these Journals as a means of satiating their bloodthirsty appetite for circulating gossip and rumors without seeking the truth. I understand that. I was - am - prepared to endure it.

Written By Sameera

May 30, 2017, 3:59 p.m.(7/22/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Carita

I did not believe you capable of betrayal. I wanted to put my faith in you. Now, I don't know what to believe of people.

Written By Sameera

May 30, 2017, 3:51 p.m.(7/22/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Darrow

It was cruel to say at least one of the things to you. I admitted it already but I feel it needs repeating. However, I do feel the need to prove you wrong.

Written By Sameera

May 30, 2017, 3:50 p.m.(7/22/1006 AR)

Betrayal is a hard pill to swallow. Thrice I have felt it by the same family. The Prince of Maelstrom is wise and gives sage advice.

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