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Written By Thena

March 30, 2019, 6:48 p.m.(11/2/1010 AR)

Relationship Note on Michael

I find it hard to believe that Sir Jeffeth's personal shopping habits are considered 'news', let alone 'troubling'.

Written By Amari

March 30, 2019, 5:07 p.m.(11/2/1010 AR)

As much as I adore Hawkbear, I think I'll soon need a knightly sword of proper Oathlands fashion. I had a thought about what to name it too: Wildly Inappropriate.

Written By Joscelin

March 30, 2019, 4:22 p.m.(11/2/1010 AR)

Relationship Note on Evaristo

I've previously notified my assistant to bring me any Whites that mention my cousin, mostly out of interest and partially because, with how busy we both are, it's one of the easiest, most anti-social ways of keeping track of the man. Lately, I will have a stack of copied entries on my desk to read during tea, only to have a harried messenger return with another stack. And another. And another!

Well done, cousin. This feels like a flashback from when you and Ianthe would get into trouble and I'd have a guard or a merchant or a ruffian or someone knocking on our doors to tell me where to find you -this- time.

It's actually rather wonderful.

Written By Mayir

March 30, 2019, 3:18 p.m.(11/2/1010 AR)

Relationship Note on Perronne

Perronne Amboise, it must be said, is the best partner. And one of the best economists in the City.

If she thinks it's a good idea, it's a good idea. So sign me up.

Sure, it's a lot of money. But what's the point of making a lot of money if you can't use it to make EVEN MORE money with your best partner ever?

Written By Jace

March 30, 2019, 2:49 p.m.(11/2/1010 AR)

I've acquired an Osprey as a companion. He seems well-trained and of decent size. I'm told that he can even handle missive delivery and self sustenance at a fair distance out to sea. Certainly the proper companion for someone as myself.

Written By Gwenna

March 30, 2019, 2 p.m.(11/2/1010 AR)

Trust, once broken, takes a lot to mend, if it ever truly can be. It takes a brave and forgiving soul to trust their back to someone who stabbed it once already.

Written By Reigna

March 30, 2019, 1:09 p.m.(11/2/1010 AR)

It is the strangest thing to mark the passage of time. When I was a child days took forever. Weeks and months were lifetimes. Now, I blink and so much time has passed. I have four beautiful children, a husband, a family when once I aspired to be married only to the gods. How our perception changes, our heart's desire shifts.

Each day is a gift, full of potential, of what-ifs and could-bes. The gods create a forest of paths for us to walk, each choice a testament to the lessons we have learned, the hopes in our hearts and the measure of our intentions.

Written By Fecundo

March 30, 2019, 12:34 p.m.(11/2/1010 AR)

Relationship Note on Isidora

I do not know how women handle pregnancy. My wife is one of the strongest women I know. My company cannot be all she needs and an I am very over-protective. I am sure she will tire of me and tell me she doesn't want to see me for a while, eventually. She is rather amazing...and the fact she has not tried to murder me in my sleep speaks to her restraint.

Written By Dante

March 30, 2019, 11:46 a.m.(11/2/1010 AR)

Wanted: A horse, to fulfill martial obligations.

Must be a member of Oathlands, Crownlands or Lyceum lineage. Your House must be in possession of proof of aforementioned lineage. Must be a war horse (stallion preferred). Must be as driven, brave and energetic as I am. Must be intelligent. Must be ready for commitment. Cat horse-person preferred.

Written By Dante

March 30, 2019, 11:38 a.m.(11/2/1010 AR)

I think I'll set aside poetry for music, at least for now. I'd rather hear the notes of the piano than yet more words, at least where my own are concerned.

Granted, it'll take me quite a while before I can play anything remotely enjoyable for anyone's ear, but journey and destination and all that.

Written By Valenzo

March 30, 2019, 10:43 a.m.(11/1/1010 AR)

Relationship Note on Michael

...This is probably the least-sensical thing anyone has said in the entire kerfluffle so far.

Why in the world would a customer be expected to show generosity? Sir Jeffeth had other options, and plenty of them. He did Josephine a favor by choosing to take his business to her, and it was in her interest to provide the best deal she could accomodate.

When their haggling hit a wall and Josephine refused to go lower, that really should have been the end of it, but the implication that someone else could offer a better deal wounded Josephine's incredibly delicate pride and here we all are.

Written By Dion

March 30, 2019, 9:54 a.m.(11/1/1010 AR)

I still haven't found my pants, but I did enjoy dance lessons care of Lord Martino and Lady Kaia, with the musical stylings of a talented Evaristo. So, today I broke even. I even danced with a new duchess, spoke to a ray of sunshine pretending to be a princess and met some reassuringly Kennex lords.

Just as a word of warning about the misplaced pants; they're probably cursed. Which is why I don't plan on offering a reward for their return. That and I have no silver to my name, because of the cursed pants (it's a long story). So, please, whatever you do, don't return them to me. They're so comfortable I'd surely wear them again, even knowing that their malevolent nature and corrupting influence would lead to further misfortune.

Written By Willow

March 30, 2019, 9:07 a.m.(11/1/1010 AR)

My favorite neice just got to Arx! We first met when I was five years old. She has always been a light in my life, and a spot of cherished beauty in the world every day since then. She shot up seemingly overnight, and is now six inches taller than I am. Gods above. And I got to spend the night with both she and my favorite Lycene, soaking in hot springs, before having someone literally carry me to bed and tuck me in. Days like this, I know I am the luckiest woman alive.

Written By Tescelina

March 30, 2019, 9 a.m.(11/1/1010 AR)

Relationship Note on Willow

I thought to write to you for the permissions, but then I thought as well that others may have the same inquiry. For which I say, that I am blessed that you have found my research worth while and of course, all that I do, I do for the sake of spreading knowledge. Take what you will. And anything you find needs further elaborated on, we could arrange a meeting.

You must let me know what you think as well, yes.

Written By Lisebet

March 30, 2019, 8:07 a.m.(11/1/1010 AR)

I have decided to take on my first sort of large activity for House Ashford. I'm trying to coordinate all that is required to offer homes to those who are refugees because of the fighting around The Compact, or those who are given freedom and choose to relocate elsewhere. I don't want to cause difficulties for other areas, only to help those who just need a new home and a worthwhile task to do there, for a reasonable compensation. Ashford has land that can be put to good use as farms.

It seems to me this will need many hands, to build farms, storage facilities, small roads, security, ways to get the crops to sale, and protection from bandits, as well as physicians to assist in day to day life. And yes, physicians also in case there are bandit attacks, which hopefully there won't be. I am quite positive i am missing many things in this journal entry, given I do not know a lot about all these areas.

But I know people who do.

I am going to get them to work together and it will all work out.

A thank you to Prince Niklas for believing in our activity at this early phase. We appreciate the confidence in Ashford, and will not let you down.

Written By Perronne

March 30, 2019, 8:02 a.m.(11/1/1010 AR)

I love markets in the morning.

I love markets at all times of the day, I admit - they're loud and boisterous and filled with colors and smells and the sizzle of cooking meat from the food stalls and the shout of hawkers and the music of buskers on corners, and it's just beautiful! But mornings are best. When the produce is being just offloaded from the wagons, and the vegetables are at their most crisp, and the meat is being hung before the sun has a chance to get to it, and the live food is still sleepy and only squawks gently in protest. The air is heavy with POTENTIAL. And that's beyond beautiful. It's exciting and delightful.

I remember when I used to rent stalls at local markets, and how lovely it was to stand amidst my peers and compete and chat and complain all at once. Although I don't miss many parts of my days as a peddler, I do miss the sense of camaraderie, and the excitement of trying to draw customers and entice them into buying.

Written By Beatrice

March 30, 2019, 7:52 a.m.(11/1/1010 AR)

For the cost of brief exercise, I can have at my hands knowledge mundane and obscure from across our civilization. What I can't have, it seems, is the mundane and obscure knowledge I need.

My plea eternal to the scholars, delivered with humble thanks for doing vital work that I do not: gather more economic histories. We have a wealth, pun intended, of information left to rot with the bookkeepers. Lives are sketched in ledgers. Numbers can change the world.

I have authorized release of historical Nilanzan records as a modest contribution toward this goal, and we will be applying better preservation standards to them for the future.

Written By Jennyva

March 30, 2019, 5:37 a.m.(11/1/1010 AR)

Wanted: One Husband, to fulfill familial obligations.

Must be a member of Valardin, Thrax, or Redrain fealty. Your House must be in ~need~ of a capable diplomat and/or Minister of Concerns/Loyalties. Must be a night owl ((European timezone preferable)). Must be as driven, motivated, and proactive as I am. Must be intelligent. Must be ready for commitment. Dog person preferred.

Written By Athaur

March 30, 2019, 5:13 a.m.(11/1/1010 AR)

Relationship Note on Kaya

I have taken Mistress Kaya as my Protege. I understand that one usually gives Patronage to a skilled member of the Arts, but I challenge any to watch her use her bow and argue to me that it is not art.

Written By Leta

March 30, 2019, 5:05 a.m.(11/1/1010 AR)

I came within a hair's breadth of being a Princess the last time I fought in the melee at the Tournament of Roses. If I'd turned to the left instead of the right, maybe, at the end, I think I could've done it.

But then I'd be a Highness now, and Gods know I'd hate it. That's not to say it wouldn't have been worth it. It would've, even if only for a little while. Even if only because it would've made her happy for a little while. But Gods know I'd hate it now. Imagine that. I wouldn't know what to do with myself. As things are I already don't, but I think I wouldn't know what to do with myself even more.

I won't win this time. I don't expect I'll even come as close as I did then. Truth is I wouldn't know what to ask for anyway, not really. And wouldn't that be an insult? Won this whole thing and I don't even know what to ask for, your Majesty, beg your pardon.

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