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Written By Jaenelle

Feb. 26, 2017, 7:49 p.m.(12/28/1005 AR)

Just as any celebration within the Velenosa estate, it was met with light, laughter, and lovely conversation. I am sure Esera would have spent the night dancing with friends and strangers alike before retiring to her throne to gaze out at those she loves and protects. The Gala was truly a celebration of life, of hope and the future, and of sending off someone with appropriate Lyceum tradition.

Written By Sylvie

Feb. 26, 2017, 7:37 p.m.(12/28/1005 AR)

The gods have spoken that I was right. That much, anyone witnessed, as well as the true skills of the Champions Guild.

But I only wish I had known that I was losing from the start, it feels.

So be it.

Written By Orazio

Feb. 26, 2017, 7:32 p.m.(12/28/1005 AR)

To the Faithful Reader:

Many of my duties over the last year have been sad ones, or hard ones, and ones which have caused anger and sorrow more than joy. I am not entirely unaccustomed to this - the appearance of a priest sworn to the Sentinel does not often engender happiness, and our judgements are rarely pleasing to all parties involved, however rooted in justice or the law they might be. It is what my duty is, and I accept and embrace that.

Still, there is a great joy in - for once - delivering only good news and seeing happiness bloom in the souls you speak to. It is enough to make one wish to take up crafting and swear oneself to Jayus. I urge any of the readers of this journal to look at the people in their lives, and choose for at least one of them a heartfelt gift. There is little to compare to it.

Written By Teagan

Feb. 26, 2017, 7:19 p.m.(12/28/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Gaston

My little brother has come to the city, and I am glad for it. He is devoted to helping the family - and it doubles the number of us here in Arx. Can't say yet how long he will want to remain within civilization.

Written By Sudara

Feb. 26, 2017, 6:37 p.m.(12/28/1005 AR)

It seems that the Lady Sudara Pravus has been spreading tales in the city regarding "Prince Torgen" (sic) and his progeny: these have found their way to me by more than one route. As someone who thought that she was in fact Sudara Pravus, and furthermore believed that she was the mother of Trogen's children, this has come as a shock to me on more than one level. Indeed, it has even been intimated to me by one individual that I do not have a right to learn the source of these tales, since it is "a family matter" for her - yet somehow not for me! I am sure that there are worse ways to offend a widow; this is, however, the most direct insult on the matter of my husband and my marriage that I have received since his death. As it is, I am decidedly keen to discover quite who has been letting it be known that "Sudara Pravus" is behind such stories.

Written By Edain

Feb. 26, 2017, 6:36 p.m.(12/28/1005 AR)

The Gala of Grief's Reflection was beautiful. There was wine, and dancing, and laughter, and god memories, and flowers.

Oh gods the flowers. Every color you could ever think of and I am sure you would have been able to name every last one.

I don't know if these words will reach you, but I will say a pray to Vellichor that he keeps them safe for you. Thank you. You were a gift to us all.

Written By Asha

Feb. 26, 2017, 6:35 p.m.(12/28/1005 AR)

A lot of duels lately, good for business (although so far not my business). It seems all that's happening gets the silks blood flowing. Here's hoping I can get one of them to remember my name.

Written By Asha

Feb. 26, 2017, 6:18 p.m.(12/28/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Luca

Prince Velenosa, although he does not like to hear of it. Afraid I did not manage to impress in that first melee, perhaps I will another time. I'll have to ask about those Mirrormask secrets, because my leg is killing me right now.

Written By Asha

Feb. 26, 2017, 6:16 p.m.(12/28/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Asger

Brazen and flattering words, with a confidence in his skills that have lost him three wolf pelts so far. I will expect them to be delivered to me soon. Trophies can only be worn if won in battle afterall, it'll warm me through the winter.

Written By Sigurd

Feb. 26, 2017, 5:56 p.m.(12/28/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Darren

A more wonderful liege and boss one could not ask for. Kind, considerate, and stern when he needs to be. I am proud to call myself redrain-sworn with him in command.

Written By Valery

Feb. 26, 2017, 5:26 p.m.(12/28/1005 AR)

These days are being hard.
I'm not sure why but I'm feeling lost and without a purpose.
I know I have one. I know I have to recover the Grove. But there isn't anything else I can do and... Things are just hard, just different.
The people I thought I could trust, I cannot talk with them or they are gone.
I guess time always put everything in its place, and mine not never was around people. And despite other people's words I never had a family.

Written By Gaston

Feb. 26, 2017, 5:24 p.m.(12/28/1005 AR)

Apparently trading in tanned hides from my years surviving on my own in the wilds can help a little with trading in resources in this city. Here is to hoping I've helped the family with setting up a trade route exchange with that tall Redrain, Agnarr.

Written By Aureth

Feb. 26, 2017, 4:56 p.m.(12/28/1005 AR)

I have to admit the world looks a little brighter tonight ... even if the jokes probably couldn't be worse.

Written By Leola

Feb. 26, 2017, 4:52 p.m.(12/28/1005 AR)

- Continuing to gather supplies to prepare Arx. The Lodge are hunting for meat, escorting grain supplies and chasing vermin from farms.
- Fought and lost again to the Lady General. She's better, as I am. Don't expect to win
- Prince Cicero gave me a gift. I can't possibly wear it. Seasilk! It's the second most valuable thing I own.
- Brier's new shoes are clattering on cobbles wonderfully. It makes me laugh whenever I hear it.
- Lady Niamh and Lady Juliet are still being incredibly support.
- I got tired of Hana telling me she was too busy to come hunting and got her a pony. Now she has to come!

Written By Iona

Feb. 26, 2017, 4:35 p.m.(12/28/1005 AR)

Words cannot describe my feelings. So I won't.

Except... I will.

Lady Sarielle and Lady Lili have apparently died in the Grey Forest. Looking for their parents, I hear. The most utterly, stupid, suicidal action I've ever heard of, given the fact that Shav warbands are roaming everywhere right now.

My head hurts. My heart hurts.

I almost wish I had just strangled these two foolish girls myself. Their corpses would be here, with us. And no foolish sons of mine would be tempted to go out there to recover their bodies during these unpredictable times.

But I'll miss them.

Written By Luis

Feb. 26, 2017, 4:25 p.m.(12/28/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Michael

Well, that's that.

Hopefully that ends this whole sordid affair.

Back to the drinking.

Written By Roland

Feb. 26, 2017, 4:15 p.m.(12/28/1005 AR)

Dear Ma and Da,

You won't believe what a week I've had. Duke Cristoph Laurent -- yes, the family with the bees! -- held a tournament and I was allowed to participate. I think it went well and Fluff did me proud in the joust. I don't rightly know how it happened, too, but I won the melee, mostly because I was lucky and fought with a very fine warrior at my side, Princess Marian Valardin. I know you both wanted to come and visit once things were settled, but I think it's probably best if you stay home for a while yet. There are dangerous things happening, and it's not safe to travel, even on the good roads. I'm sending what funds I can via the Faith, but stay safe, and if you see anything strange at all you go right to the Count and seek sanctuary. Don't go up into the mountains alone if you can avoid it.

I'll do my best to keep making you both proud.


Written By Owain

Feb. 26, 2017, 3:45 p.m.(12/28/1005 AR)

Shavs might practice shamanism. That doesn't mean all those who follow the way of the spirits are shavs. Really.

Written By Belladonna

Feb. 26, 2017, 3:12 p.m.(12/28/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Abbas

Of all of the people to find the right words, I would not have expected it to be Prince Abbas. He did.

Written By Juliet

Feb. 26, 2017, 3:10 p.m.(12/28/1005 AR)

They still deliver copies of her white journals - I don't want them to stop doing that.

I still read - and my first instinct is to reach for my pen, to scribe a letter.

To be there. To comfort. To tell her to come to me and let me hold her and drive away the darkness. It's a foolish notion, I know. A selfish one, even. We can't drive away the darkness, we can only pretend it's not there, for a little while. But sometimes, that is necessary. Sometimes you need the joy and the laughter and the kisses and the touches before you can go back to whatever it is you do to keep the world turning.

But I miss being the soft girl.

I miss being with her.

I hope that she will return to me again.

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