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Written By Juliet

Dec. 20, 2016, 10:46 a.m.(6/9/1005 AR)

I only had the pleasure of meeting Horatio Mercier the once. He let me hold his snake.

People always think I'm making a lewd joke when I say that, but it's the literal truth. He had a great white snake, named Lady Meandre, and I got to bond with her and wrap her around me, and he told me I was spoiled and silly.

I liked him.

I hope our meeting was a fond memory for him.

I hope he is at peace.

Written By Sigurd

Dec. 20, 2016, 8:04 a.m.(6/8/1005 AR)

And thus a night of conversation and whiskey ends with a bitter note that not even the sweetest of wines could cure. I am so sorry. Life is never fair. I wish there was something I could say, something I could do, but all there is, is silence.

Written By Bethany

Dec. 20, 2016, 7:53 a.m.(6/8/1005 AR)

It has become a bittersweet season.

Written By Aurora

Dec. 20, 2016, 7:13 a.m.(6/8/1005 AR)

I woke up to missives waiting for me at the bar of the Unkindness, three. The first one was about business. The second one was sympathy, which I did not understand. The third was from the Merciers. I read it once, then again, and I have read this single piece of paper more times than I have ever read anything in my entire life. Each word has been memorized, each indent of the writing's instrument, each stop and start as if the writer did not know what he wished to say next, or how he was going to soften the blow of the next word to come. I am not sure when I started crying, I did not feel the tears begin to fall, only see them drop on that damned page. I have never wished to preserve and destroy something so badly at the same time then this damned page.

This was not how this was meant to be, Horatio, not how the play was scripted. You have left me to awkwardly stand on the sidelines alone. It seems like even you lie.

I love you.

Written By Dominic

Dec. 20, 2016, 1:50 a.m.(6/7/1005 AR)

The dog thing did not work out but an old contact of mine from Maelstorm came to me with an idea. He just wants me to fund it. I agreed after he showed me what they can do. This hogs float and swim, they gore anything in their path. They can be trained and some times even better than dogs. They also eat anything you put out for them. That is great for a ship. Pack it with a gang of about four hogs and you are set. If shit hit the fan, you can eat them too.

Written By Julea

Dec. 20, 2016, 12:06 a.m.(6/7/1005 AR)

Someone else died today. I did not know him well, in that I had just met him a few hours prior to his death. But he was foolhardy and fearless. And by fearless, I do not mean particularly brave but rather that he just.. perhaps didn't see potential risk? Or maybe, to him, the rewards far outweighed it.

But he was not a noble, and I do not know if that half the city will be weeping and in sorrow for the loss of this one young alchemist. I think, if he had of lived, that we might of maybe become friends. He seemed like someone I would get along with.

I didn't know you as well as some others did Horatio, but I am still saddened by your loss. I think I'll always carry a part of you, with me.

And I am not sure I will be able to sleep quite so easily tonight, or for quite some time after it.

7th of June, 1005 AR

Written By Valencia

Dec. 19, 2016, 11:35 p.m.(6/7/1005 AR)

All stories are made up of different strings. It is these strings that weave the tapestry of truth or lies. The more artful the storyteller the tighter the weave.

Written By Leta

Dec. 19, 2016, 11:06 p.m.(6/7/1005 AR)

There once was a knight from Farhaven
That no one would dare say was craven
But from his ax head
All the maidens fled
Cause he looked like a bear that was shaven

(This is the last of a series of failed, crossed-out attempts at poetry, and is accompanied by crude illustrative doodles and wine stains.)

Written By Branan

Dec. 19, 2016, 9:57 p.m.(6/7/1005 AR)

Sunrise, so crimson and copper,
Streaks its warming way across the indigo sky,
Turning nights wealth to pauper,
The city longs for the suns first kiss to draw nigh.

Written By Branan

Dec. 19, 2016, 9:57 p.m.(6/7/1005 AR)

Sunrise, so crimson and copper,
Streaks its warming way across the indigo sky,
Turning nights wealth to pauper,
The city longs for the suns first kiss to draw nigh.

Written By Ainsley

Dec. 19, 2016, 9:42 p.m.(6/7/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Cara

I only know Lady Cara in passing. From our one meeting I'm glad she's a Voice. She'll do well. And she understands, I think, my need to stay out of politics. Also: She's terrifying.

Written By Ainsley

Dec. 19, 2016, 9:41 p.m.(6/7/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Hana

I commissioned a steel arming sword from Hana Grayhope.

Written By Ainsley

Dec. 19, 2016, 9:40 p.m.(6/7/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Felix

I met Felix at his weapon shop, his work is quite beautiful. And he seems friendly.

Written By Mydas

Dec. 19, 2016, 9:25 p.m.(6/7/1005 AR)

Already I feel limited by being away from the capital. In Arx, I could easily access fellow traders among other noble houses. Walk the streets and you could meet representatives within the hour. Or even higher nobles willing to indulge in trade agreements. Here... Well, I spend my time overseeing the production of whiskey and precious metals, when I'm not hunting down the debtors. Still, I miss the capital.

Written By Isolde

Dec. 19, 2016, 5:25 p.m.(6/6/1005 AR)

Meditation on the Reflection, a prayer.

Embrace thy passions
The Darkness to the Light
Be blinded by Neither.

See, and Embrace thy Strength,
Whole and complete
Claiming thy Power in Truth.

Act, use thy Strength to thrive,
To make thy people victorious,
Breaking the chains that bind them to fear.

In the Reflection, be Unbroken, Undiminished.

Written By Dominique

Dec. 19, 2016, 4:30 p.m.(6/6/1005 AR)

Counting today. I have shined my sword 99 times.. I better make it a full 100.

Written By Cara

Dec. 19, 2016, 3:57 p.m.(6/6/1005 AR)

And so I am away to Gemecitta once more, all packed up and shipped away like a crate of oranges. It is a strange feeling, to know that I am leaving Arx, which has in its way become more my home than the south.

For all of the pull of the olive groves and the heat of a Lycene summer, I shall look forward to returning, should the gods bless our travel and permit us to do so. It shall hopefully not be a long trip, and I look forward to recounting my journey home once I am returned.

(Please, city, do not burn down while I am away. I did not pack enough of my books with me.)

Written By Cassius

Dec. 19, 2016, 3:51 p.m.(6/6/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Belladonna

I don't care for parties.

But they are better when you have a friend to keep you company, and make sure you are not required to speak too often.

Written By Agnarr

Dec. 19, 2016, 2:03 p.m.(6/6/1005 AR)

Should probably revise my farewells. Been thinking of the spirits wrong.

Written By Aldwin

Dec. 19, 2016, 10:41 a.m.(6/6/1005 AR)

We have, all of us, been so far removed from the events of our past that many of the references no longer have the proper context to understand them. Idioms take on a certain implied meaning even while we forget their origins; laws remain in effect without our understanding of the situations that gave rise to them. In many cases we choose to continue through this cultural understanding instead of digging deeper to understand the origins. This is not something we should be ashamed of, but we must also understand that there will come a time when we have to examine the world around us and ensure that what we do still makes sense for the world we live in.

To most of us, the term magic has come be a catchall phrase implying any application of unseen force to achieve a goal that does not involve physical action. We think of magic as anything where willpower and some measure of unknown momentum sets something in motion, and perhaps set to it the trappings of vile ritual and human sacrifice to achieve these ends. This definition, though, is imprecise and it captures phenomena in our collective consciousness that we should be excluding. Limerance's Laws, specifically the fourth, bands our use of magic and dealing with those beyond the Mirror, as these actions were what lead to the Reckoning. These laws do not, however, take into account that magic comes from man, while Miracles come form the gods themselves.

As one previous Dominus put it, "Magic is, of course, forbidden, due to the horrors of the Reckoning and the scourge of the Sylv'alfar that we all bore witness to. But we know not all magic comes from the folly of man. Some individuals will perform miracles, touched by the gods. One touched by Mangata might turn water to wine. One touched by Lagoma might shift flames, without knowing this is so. One touched by Vellichor might have the blessing, and the curse, to never forget. Rarely they know they have these gifts, but as Dominus, I felt wise to remind all that these are blessings."

It's important to remember this distinction. Not everything that's supernatural should be qualified as magic. The gods still look upon us and still offer us their guidance and their blessings. Whether this is the hand of Jayus gently guiding Myrinda Grayhope in tailoring, or the blessing of Lagoma healing the lame beggar on the corner. In this area we must question what we see. We must discern what is the charlatan's tricks, the gods blessings, or the work of forbidden magic. We must never just assume that it all falls into the same bucket.

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