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Written By Nijah

Sept. 27, 2020, 9:33 p.m.(2/8/1014 AR)

Though it is a while since I have been in the Capital city of the Compact, my time among the people of the compact is teaching much. A final trip made to Ischia and I return a new woman, ready to dedicate myself as a whole to the Compact and all of its ideals. I hope I'm able to speak as well as I write soon, but at least the customs are getting easier.

The Softest Whisper Anisha was very kind, spoke with a warmth and was very welcoming of me into their ranks as an apprentice. This is only a single step in a much longer journey but with luck, the city will never forget me this time. I will make an impression that is not forgotten any time soon.

P.S. The scholars have informed me that my last line sounds "very sinister" and warned me it may send bad impressions. I guess I am just clarifying I mean that I will be doing good things. Like whisper work, or doing business. I am also going to be visiting your shrines to try to understand your gods. I am told that writing in journals is pleasing to Vellichor, so I have already taken the first steps!

Written By Richard

Sept. 27, 2020, 8:33 p.m.(2/8/1014 AR)

These past days I have been spending with the Count Blanchard in his lands have been quite edifying. Though Highhill is small at the moment, it is best to be prepared to manage the needs of baronies as well as one own's seat before the troubles begin to come.

Written By Lucita

Sept. 27, 2020, 8:27 p.m.(2/8/1014 AR)

A few drinks and time spent with friends was a necessary respite from troubles, worries, and distractions.

Written By Eithne

Sept. 27, 2020, 7:46 p.m.(2/8/1014 AR)

Relationship Note on Aurora

Can you believe Ripley is back in town, too? I don't think Arx is ready for all of us.

Written By Eithne

Sept. 27, 2020, 7:45 p.m.(2/8/1014 AR)

Relationship Note on Jeffeth

Thank you for letting me act a fool while testing your bull helm. It definitely looks better on you. I'm exceptionally proud of the work my apprentices and staffers did on your armor while I was away. Always wear it in good health, my friend.

Written By Eithne

Sept. 27, 2020, 7:43 p.m.(2/8/1014 AR)

I've come home just in time! I've been received warmly by so many who have written to me upon hearing of my return. It has truly warmed my heart and I was not prepared for such a welcome. It seems I'm not the only Thornburn to come back to Arx! That's because we have that sibling connection. That mystical sixth sense... or some sort of nonsense like that. I don't really know if that's true. My mum has always said we're all connected by some fine, invisible thread. As long as she keeps filling our pantries with her baked goods and turning out toads in holes for us when we stop on by, I'll believe anything she says.

It wasn't easy to leave but have been blessed to have my family and Ferrando around to care for Carson. My beautiful Cari is six now and I can't believe how big she's grown. We have a lot of catching up to do. She's excited to have me home, too. We've got some big plans on the horizon and this is only the beginning.

To the future!

Written By Ravna

Sept. 27, 2020, 7:04 p.m.(2/8/1014 AR)

I-if Aion is the creator, and his Dream is our reality, does that mean Aion; who is clearly a drunk too drunk to wake up, you know? Does that mean, if he wakes up, The Dream ends? Gasp. Hail to the drinkers, yeah? Gotta drink the drink for the true drunk to sleep it off, and dream The Dream...or...something.

Written By Medeia

Sept. 27, 2020, 6:56 p.m.(2/8/1014 AR)

I have truly fit a year's worth of experiences into the last few weeks. Opportunities have been jumped at. Connections have been made. Things thought lost have been found. And maybe I'll eventually talk about all of that.

Right now, I want to focus on my gratitude. I am grateful to my wonderful friend who has stuck by me and never judged me for the things others might be unkind about, who seems to think I chose her as patron - but really she took a chance on me as protege, Lady Thea Malvici (who needs to throw around her Droungos General of Southport title more often - did you know she's General of the Phoenix Brigade? She is). Without her, there would have been no Golden Buckle Tourney to brighten spirits today.

Also, the tourney was made all the better by the contributions of Duke Harlan Ashford and Princess Valencia Velenosa. The duke provided the bull and animal handlers, while the princess offered her venue and made sure modifications tot he space were done in a timely fashion. Further, I need to thank Master Apollo Oakwood for his kindness in donating the door gifts and the prize - an ostentatious belt buckle. Further thanks goes to Lady Eirene Riven for coordinating medics that were onsite. Having such amazing help from all corners makes me feel like I must be doing something right.

Reader, if you see any of the riders out and about in the next few days, you should know that they are all amazing. They tried something new! They were brave and good-humored and impressive: Lady Thea Malvici, Lord Drake Wyvernheart, Princess Macda Grayson, Lady Neilda Saik, Mistress Asralyn, Archlector Hamish, Count Orrin Seliki, Count Domonico Magnotta, Scout Rowenova, and Lord Michael Bisland - with special congratulations to Lord Bisland for his astonishing win from lasting 19 seconds on the bull!

Lastly, thank you to everyone who came out to spectate. I'm so glad I had the chance to entertain you today. It was good to see so many in one place. A nice reminder of what it is that we aim to protect.

Written By Zyanya

Sept. 27, 2020, 6:51 p.m.(2/8/1014 AR)

The last leaf on the tree
awaits the wind's playful tug.
Its true bed is below.

Written By Archeron

Sept. 27, 2020, 6:41 p.m.(2/8/1014 AR)

I enjoy time spent with my cousins - it reminds me of a youth I left behind for duty. Yet, i find each time it also reminds me how much I have changed, how like an ivy transplanted from a forest to a house, I grow just as before yet to a different shape. A different form beneath it all.

Written By Domonico

Sept. 27, 2020, 5:56 p.m.(2/8/1014 AR)

Bull riding is not easy. I still managed to do a decent showing though. Thirteen seconds ai managed. Perhaps that is an auspicious number. Who knows.

Written By Viviana

Sept. 27, 2020, 5:49 p.m.(2/8/1014 AR)

Thank the gods. The damned whirlpool is finally gone.

Time to take the Paramour back out to sea.

Written By Alessia

Sept. 27, 2020, 4:36 p.m.(2/8/1014 AR)

Relationship Note on Monique

My best friend, my guide to wisdom and the most vivacious of souls. I am happier since knowing you.

Written By Sydney

Sept. 27, 2020, 4:35 p.m.(2/8/1014 AR)

I care not who or what is responsible for that damnable whirlpool abating, but the timing of its impact on the market could not be better. Making coin stretch even a little bit further in the winter months is invaluable for those in the Lowers.

Written By Kastelon

Sept. 27, 2020, 4:12 p.m.(2/8/1014 AR)

I'm honestly not quite certain of what to make of the bull riding competition - certainly, cow racing seems easier, more so when you don't have to deal with the pointy-bits being a threat to life and limb. Perhaps if there's a repeat, I could be persuaded to try my hand at it.

On the other hand, there's a good point to not being involved - being unencumbered for the evening lets you watch everything afoot. And her highness Valencia, gracious hostess as ever and kind friend that she is, showed me a fantastic spot for the next time I take in an event in her arena. Resolute doesn't seem to agree, but he is entitled to his opinions.

Written By Domonico

Sept. 27, 2020, 3:59 p.m.(2/8/1014 AR)

The whirlpool is gone. I cannot say I will miss those angry waters.

Written By Valdemar

Sept. 27, 2020, 3:22 p.m.(2/8/1014 AR)

Relationship Note on Mabelle

It was refreshing to get out for the opening festivities at the Dire Bee Lounge. Lady Laurent is a wonderful hostess, no surprise, and I have no doubts that the Lounge will turn out to be a successful endeavor.

Written By Piccola

Sept. 27, 2020, 3:05 p.m.(2/8/1014 AR)

In the various states of society, armies are recruited from very different motives.

Warriors are urged by the love of war. For them, the motivation is simple: war is a fascination to them, one for which they have been rewarded and punished alternately by the hands of the Gods.

Free citizens are prompted by a principle of duty. For them, the motivation is belonging: they are encouraged to engage in service to be part of the group body of loyal participants in the protection of their freedoms.

Subjects of authority are animated by necessity. For them, the motivation is survival: without their liege or his favor they and their families may be deprived of what little they have, and thus be forced into crime or a worse station.

For the remainder -- the timid but luxurious inhabitants of a declining kingdom -- they must be allured into the service by the hopes of profit, or compelled by the dread of punishment.

Written By Thea

Sept. 27, 2020, 2:50 p.m.(2/8/1014 AR)

The Golden Buckle tournament turned out far better than I or Medeia would have planned. And I had so much fun. I did. I learned I'm not great on a saddle and definitely need some lessons. Not like that scholar, don't look at me like that! Have a bull plushie....

Written By Talwyn

Sept. 27, 2020, 2:45 p.m.(2/8/1014 AR)

Relationship Note on Michael

The bull was brought to the Hart,
there'll be blood, whiskey and song.
Where men and women grit and sweat,
to see whose ride will go long.

First up the lovely Ladies,
mounting up for their quickly ride.
Halters on and knuckles white,
striding for victory and pride.

Next up the bucking bull,
as they drive men to the dirt.
Clinging on to make the time,
sometimes getting worse than hurt.

The brave young Lord Michael Bisland settles in,
rope tight around his hand.
So lonely there atop this girth,
but has to make his stand.

Does he chance this ride on death,
so grand is the first prize.
Having to ride with all he has,
there's thunder between his thighs.

The mighty bull snarls,
as the mirth turns to a hush.
Every eye upon the two,
as the crowd waits for the rush.

And then at the end of the day,
the time tallied, the wounds tended,
a new champion hailed, relations mended,
and in Michael's hands -- the Champion's Buckle lifted.

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