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Written By Merek

Oct. 7, 2017, 6:50 p.m.(5/10/1007 AR)

I am not a man that is often truly satisfied in life, due to all I've seen. It is difficult for the dark to turn one who embraces all aspects of himself to be even more somber. I however, feel like writing poetry for some reason.

Written By Daemon

Oct. 7, 2017, 6:50 p.m.(5/10/1007 AR)

Maybe men who make silly decisions in battle -should- die for their negligence...

Written By Desiree

Oct. 7, 2017, 6:43 p.m.(5/10/1007 AR)

Sometimes I just do not feel appreciated.

Written By Samael

Oct. 7, 2017, 6:42 p.m.(5/10/1007 AR)

A question was asked of me today on the subject of the Sentinel. I professed to be of the mind that the Sentinel held no more hold on my heart than any of the other gods but in reflection I think this is simply not true. I just don't reflect on these sorts of things often enough to be getting into philosophical discussions on them. My faith is perhaps simply too personal to me. I much prefer to argue about the more tangible, after all. And I do love to argue.

Written By Alexis

Oct. 7, 2017, 6:41 p.m.(5/10/1007 AR)

All my life, all I've ever wanted was to serve my house, and I've been granted a great honour and priveliege in holding the duty of the Sword of Blancbier.

And yet, I remain a simple commoner. This is not to express dissatisfaction with my lot, but rather... I do not understand the complexities of noble life. I do not understand how what seems to be fairly clear-cut can be complicated so quickly.

I suppose, then, it is a good thing that I am not a noble, and that I have lieges who have the ability to take in a situations and find all the implications and insinuations in something I thought was clear-cut.

Still, sometimes, clear-cut would be nice.

Written By Gideon

Oct. 7, 2017, 6:40 p.m.(5/10/1007 AR)

Today the sky went dark gor nearly an hour, during which, my son Bjorn was born. I hope that it has nothing to do with him, but what if it's a good thing? And I fear it might have been bad.

Written By Titania

Oct. 7, 2017, 6:38 p.m.(5/10/1007 AR)

I was brutally attacked recently and was left to die.
Perhaps I wish I had died, it would have made dealing with the shame and guilt that I feel now much easier.
I feel you whom ever you are took something from me and all I want is to visit the sea and to not come back.
To sink deep in the waves to watch the sky be blotted out by the black cold depths of the water.


(This was written during the time of the black sky.)

Written By Victus

Oct. 7, 2017, 6:29 p.m.(5/10/1007 AR)

We'll all die.

It's gonna be fucking fun though!

Written By Carita

Oct. 7, 2017, 6:22 p.m.(5/10/1007 AR)

I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I will never be able to train myself in all of the skills I want and I will never be as talented as I want to be. I'm not perfect. You aren't either, and the two of us will never be perfect together. Yet we are still breathing in this imperfect world.

Although, I have given you the power to undo me. To forget me. I can't stand the thought of becoming an empty tomb in your heart, cold like onyx, shut away from the light.

Perhaps I deserve that.

Written By Monique

Oct. 7, 2017, 6:18 p.m.(5/10/1007 AR)

My last post was NOT to be construed as a challenge, by the way...

Written By Sameera

Oct. 7, 2017, 6:13 p.m.(5/10/1007 AR)

*This journal entry is just a bunch of sketches then cuss words by each crossed out one*

Written By Percephon

Oct. 7, 2017, 6:12 p.m.(5/10/1007 AR)

On the concept known as the Alchemical Marriage, it is considered the most sublime and potent expression of the Union of Duality. It represents the ultimate conjunction, or bonding, of all aspects of duality and represents the pure harmony which can exist when aspects are solemnly blended into One. This duality can be witnessed during an eclipse when the moon completely covers, and entirely unites with, the sun. In that brief and rare moment the moon and sun occupy the exact same point. Symbolically and celestially one. I, personally, will never experience ...

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Written By Thena

Oct. 7, 2017, 6:08 p.m.(5/10/1007 AR)

I'm probably not going to live through the year. I think it's okay though.

Written By Audric

Oct. 7, 2017, 5:56 p.m.(5/10/1007 AR)

I think I had too much to drink. Closed my eyes for a second and it was quite dark out, then blinked again and it was bright. A good sign of when to stop for the evening is when you fall asleep that easily.

Written By Cambria

Oct. 7, 2017, 5:55 p.m.(5/10/1007 AR)

I intended to write something far different than this. Yet, now that I find myself here, quill in hand, the words have bled from me. I simply feel empty. Sometimes nothing matters.

Written By Monique

Oct. 7, 2017, 1:32 p.m.(5/10/1007 AR)

I never admit to nerves. Never. There's no such thing as nerves when you're prepared. Nerves stop you from doing things. Instead, choose excitement. Excitement will help you conquer the world.

Written By Carita

Oct. 7, 2017, 10:57 a.m.(5/10/1007 AR)

Relationship Note on Mayir

My protege. So much potential. So much instinct for self-preservation.

Written By Reese

Oct. 7, 2017, 2:04 a.m.(5/9/1007 AR)

The Rite to Gloria that Dame Leona held was amazing and on more than one level.

It was an honor to be able to fight her. She handled herself so well and not just with her sword.

I was shocked by Lord Esteban's skill. He is quite the nimble warrior!

Even Lady Eirene got into the rink. I really didn't want to fight her, hurting your healers is never a good idea, but she handled herself well.

The Lady Brianna was super amazing and super quick on her feet. Like a fleeting and flickering flame that cannot be touched.

Even the King and Legate Orazio came to watch.

It was a good time. Gloria be praised.

Written By Reese

Oct. 7, 2017, 12:55 a.m.(5/9/1007 AR)

I am pondering bidding up the Solace camp chair again, because that chair would look really nice in our missions camps.

Reese

Written By Silas

Oct. 6, 2017, 8:06 p.m.(5/9/1007 AR)

It's been a slow week. Slow weeks leave me with my imagination, which doesn't fare well with the house treasury...

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