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Written By Sparte

Sept. 6, 2017, 11:07 p.m.(2/28/1007 AR)

The battles in the Gray Forest have been bloody. I kept my hands clean when I could, but nobody is coming out of this without the stain of it. I saw Grayson Guardsmen dead today, those they protected taken simply because they were there, to die to sate a band of lunatics. I shed a great deal of blood today, though it was not as a soldier should at the direction of others. It was by my hand, in my way, by my choice. I suspect there are some who think less of me for it, and perhaps they are right to do so.

Written By Daemon

Sept. 6, 2017, 8:02 p.m.(2/27/1007 AR)

Relationship Note on Demura

Marquessa Demura Lyonesse has shown me the utmost kindness in providing a place to lay my head. It is with great honor that I serve Lyonesse as a knight of their household, honor or not. My gratitude for her generosity is absolute, from now till my death.

Written By Wash

Sept. 6, 2017, 7:52 p.m.(2/27/1007 AR)

Relationship Note on Catalana

The first time I met Catalana, I was standing on the Bastion parapets. Not because I wanted to meet the Kennexes, they weren't interesting to me, but because my cousin dared me to scale the walls downward. Naturally we had a rope in case I fell." Wash explains. "But what we didn't count on was a very strong crossbreeze. So when I did fall, and I did, Bastion walls are defensible against climbing, even down. I swung sideways around a stanchion and they couldn't pull me up. The only option was to throw me a rope and let me shimmy the rest of the way down. Which, left me climbing down right by the drawbridge as the Kennexes came in. I thought it was a fairly notable first impression, but apparently Catalana thought I had been hung. She was quite surprised to see the hanged man sit next to her at dinner. I paid five weeks of eyrie cleaning for the privilege.

So she said to me, 'How is it that you are no longer hanged?' And I knew that I would love her forever."

Written By Isabeau

Sept. 6, 2017, 6:38 p.m.(2/27/1007 AR)

In all the gifts that I received for my birthday, Count Kael and Countess Reigna made certain that theirs was the first to be delivered. Their thoughtful generosity will not be forgotten and I look forward to when I might take them up on their offer such that it will please all involved.

In all the gifts that I received for my birthday, Marquis Hadrian provided the most unexpected gift. It was a creation of pure artistry, worthy of Jayus, and I will look upon it fondly hereafter.

In all the gifts that I received for my birthday, Prince Abbas proved to be a man of both dedication and devotion and gave that which remains unmatched. I could not have asked for anything more.

However, in all the gifts that I received for my birthday, it was Princess Alis and Prince Fiachra who saw fit to give me the most precious present in the arrival of Princess Ellara and, with her, all of the fresh hopes and limitless dreams born to the next generation of House Valardin. I plan to spoil her shamelessly.

Written By Jaenelle

Sept. 6, 2017, 6:11 p.m.(2/27/1007 AR)

I have been told I have been wallowing in mourning for too long. That I have kept myself hidden and diminished my passion for life for too long. I see the wisdom in these words, and I know when it is time to follow the advice of others. I was touched by the amount of people who answered my request for dining partners, and will see to it that each and every occasion is met with enthusiasm. I have not been this excited in some time, and hope that more answer the call.

Written By Katarina

Sept. 6, 2017, 5:05 p.m.(2/27/1007 AR)

Relationship Note on Eilonwy

Prodigal or not, the words you write hold immeasurable potential to inspire another who looks upon it. You never know who reads your journals.

Written By Eilonwy

Sept. 6, 2017, 3:54 p.m.(2/27/1007 AR)

The city holds less joy that it did before. Perhaps that feeling of being cursed has finally caught up to me. I'm still not sure I understand the purpose in writing my thoughts or who will care in a hundred years, or even tomorrow what one prodigal said. But it is the thing people in the city do so I will learn to record my thoughts too.

Written By Calypso

Sept. 6, 2017, 12:33 p.m.(2/27/1007 AR)

Sending my military off with out me is a strange feeling indeed. I know Anze will do well in his new position and that the soldiers of the Malvici Army will do their part under his command.

The fight for the Arch has come to a peak. Lets get this settled swiftly. We have work to do.

Written By Denica

Sept. 6, 2017, 11:01 a.m.(2/27/1007 AR)

Relationship Note on Halsim

Misdirection and misinformation.

( Just a single page that's been heavy shaded over with charcoal. The outline of a hooded figure has been added in white chalk. The colors smudge together, rendering the figure shadowy and indistinct. )

Written By Maeve

Sept. 6, 2017, 10:31 a.m.(2/27/1007 AR)

I was allowed to go on an expedition with some people. We headed north aboard the Unsullied. We braved treacherous waters and the bitter winter cold of the far north! I could swear my toes were about to fall off! There was so much that happened and so much that was learned that I can't even remember it all. There were abyssal wolves, bad abandoned, good abandoned, spirit animals, giant centipedes, rituals, and a REALLY cool wolf-bird named Simurgh!

Written By Lydia

Sept. 6, 2017, 12:40 a.m.(2/26/1007 AR)

Relationship Note on Sameera

Seeking to improve myself, I found an able instructor in Sameera. Hopefully my investigations will go more smoothly, applying what she has taught me.

Written By Felicia

Sept. 5, 2017, 11:25 p.m.(2/26/1007 AR)

“In ol' Arx town, there lived a man,
Sing all the live-long day now.
And he was happy in his home,
For all the live-long day…

In Arx there lived a lady fair,
Sing all the live long day, now.
The lady she had not a care,
For all the live-long day…

In wond'rous Arx, they both found bliss
Sing all the live long day, now.
And sealed their love up with a kiss
For all the live-long day…”

I find myself singing this when I walk the streets now. I'm such a fool. I'll be on my way soon enough. Business for the King's Own. I might as well enjoy my bliss before I risk my life.

Written By Khanne

Sept. 5, 2017, 10:41 p.m.(2/26/1007 AR)

You learn something new every day.

It's a well known saying, and for the most part, is pretty much true, I think. Somehow, in some way, even if it is small... we learn something new every day.... even when sometimes we feel we are not learning enough.

Then there are those days when our minds are blown and we need to jot down notes to keep track of all the things learned in a small time frame.

And the day after when we sit in quiet and try to let that all sink in. Go ahead... let it settle in...

One thing I have learned in the last year or so is this - my shoulders can take a tremendous amount of weight. I shall continue to try to not crumble beneath it all.

Written By Anze

Sept. 5, 2017, 10:11 p.m.(2/26/1007 AR)

I wonder if the rest of the Malvici will laugh if I throw up on this boat ride... might have to make a list of who to throw in a river once we get home...

Written By Abbas

Sept. 5, 2017, 8:35 p.m.(2/25/1007 AR)

I have been tasked with preparing the defense of the Mourning Isles.

Now, more than ever, for all of the Compact we must set aside our differences and come together to shield Arvum from the dark God that seeks to consume us all.

We shall accept and all assistance in defense of the Maelstrom. Any who wish to join in the defense of such your presence is welcome. We are preparing the fleet for war and our homes for siege.

We pray that the Faith shall rise up and come to us and Mangata with their blessings.
We pray our fellow Houses stand with us and commit to turn the dark tides that approach.

Some already have and more are in the process of doing so.

We shall stand against the darkness and doom with light and fire in our hearts.

Will you stand with us?

Written By Harlan

Sept. 5, 2017, 8:06 p.m.(2/25/1007 AR)

The journey ahead a long one for myself and the three rangers accompanying me. A group if hunters we are passing ourselves off as so as to not draw a second look all the way back to Ashford Hall. A longer journey than back to Arx, and two days lost disguising our trails as such. It could not be helped and it was asked of me to do by one who has my implicit trust back at House Ashford. My presences was needed and the reason being the financial ruin of the house. It was something I could not ignore. Oh it hurt leaving Aislin and Killian, but I did my best to see them tended too. Also it was not as if the bow of more noble man was going to be much a different. Hardly any praise at all for my effort which on the surface a good thing, but there will always be the questions "but what if..."

All I can do is move forward in a way which I believe best use of the skills I offer. Ashford Hall as need of them and the sooner we get there the clearer picture of the situation will be at hand. Till then were hunters traveling where we may, near freezing ourselves at night. Gods I miss my battle leathers....

Written By Eleyna

Sept. 5, 2017, 6:12 p.m.(2/25/1007 AR)

Relationship Note on Eirene

Okay, but what if we named it after you. Still a no?

Written By Shard

Sept. 5, 2017, 12:52 p.m.(2/25/1007 AR)

As a follow-up to my entry a month or so ago regarding how you can never control an arrow once it leaves your bow, I'd like to note that you can never control the arrows of other archers at all. Blatantly obvious, but some fights you'll run or ride past every shot, and no matter how near a miss you won't be bleeding out on the battlefield.

And some it seems like every last fucking one of them has drawn your gods-damned number, and you spend hours after the battle is done getting an arrowhead cut out of your back and the wound burned shut.

Considering what happened, I'm fucking lucky. I'll be fine, with just another scar to show for it. It would be another story without even the leather armor and the cloak I had been wearing. Never ever get cocky in a fight, but particularly when there's still an archer on the field.

Written By Valery

Sept. 5, 2017, 11:32 a.m.(2/25/1007 AR)

Sometimes it feels like the messengers aren't delivering my messages...

Written By Eirene

Sept. 5, 2017, 10:23 a.m.(2/25/1007 AR)

Every time I take myself into the Archives to record my own thoughts and musings I pause to look at the books in the 'freshly scribed' section.

Some of you all never shut the fuck up, do you? I hope Vellichor is entertained, but I pity your scribes.

Random thoughts: All the talk about babies reminds me - I AM NOT A FUCKING MIDWIFE. You find someone who gives a shit about babies to handle that. Soldiers who get close to delivery do not go on a battlefield, they stay the fuck behind to ensure they can bring the next generation in safely, the ones the rest of us are truly fighting for. You want a person who knows babies, girl bits, and how to turn a breech just in case things go sideways. Or upside down.

Shit. I just admitted I know more than I let on, didn't I?

Still Not Birthing Any Babies.

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