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Written By Khanne

Jan. 15, 2017, 7:20 p.m.(9/3/1005 AR)

Insanity.

That is what recent times have seemed to be. I sit here, trying to put my thoughts, my experiences to parchment, and my mind spins. All around me there is brightness, and there is darkness.

Darkness.

Disappointment in people. A lack of being able to trust another's word.

Heartbreak as I watched something I held so close to my heart, my souls, die.

Guilt that it was my fault.

Loss. This word deserves a long pause after it, as I have lost so much already in my short time here, so I will repeat it, emphasizing its impact.

Loss.

More guilt. Did I do enough? Should I have gone in? Should I have tried? What is worth sacrificing your own life? Is it worth it for the barest, slimmest chance of saving a stranger? Even if you are 99.99999999% sure they are beyond saving? Is it worth sacrificing your life if all you accomplish is killing one... two... three... beings of evil? What if you could live, and stop many more? How do you know what is right?

And yet... there is brightness.

Friends who sit and talk with all day, helping me keep my mind from worry.

Friends who also bring booze so good you could swear it was blessed.

Friends who hold you when you need an anchor.

Surprises in the form of birthday wishes and gifts from people... well, I would say, people I did not expect them from, but really, I expected them from no one. So many thoughtful gifts I will treasure.

Surprises... in the form of people who showed me sides of them I never imagined.

Surprises in the form of finding a fellow Stray that feels like I've known them my entire life.

Balance is integral to who I am, and in this, there is light and dark, good and bad, anger and elation and in the center of it all, is where I reside, riding the tides of chaos with arms outstretched so I do not fall over.

Written By Belladonna

Jan. 15, 2017, 7:08 p.m.(9/3/1005 AR)

There are some things a person should never be called upon to do. Sometimes, we are called upon to do them anyway.

I have no tolerance for treason, and less still than that for treason during wartime. House Pravus stands in support of House Velenosa. Always.

None will survive the coming storm if we do not stand together.

Written By Costas

Jan. 15, 2017, 7:06 p.m.(9/3/1005 AR)

To sea again.

My enthusiasm for the task assigned me remains high despite the endless delays. I had no idea there would be quite so much paperwork involved in the legitimate operation of a ship. I now possess no less than six documents that I have been warned I absolutely cannot misplace. Very fancy and official looking; two even have little painted rods run through the ends of the scrolls and bear some extremely impressive seals. Despite, this is apparently considered relatively lax protocol; if I were in service to a House other than the Malvici I'd probably still be waiting on ceremony and out the cost of some finery I'd never wear again.

The lead ship I have chosen is called the Dauntless, and I think it amusingly appropriate as I sit here in its cabin, ruminating on the mission ahead. I cannot find it in me to be worried about the outcome or put off by the danger. This recklessness I attribute to my long time on land; near two seasons without a pitching deck beneath my feet. While I should be armored with concern and nursing a healthy trepidation, instead my blood only sings for a return to the waves and the sea spray. To be welcomed again into Mangata's embrace. This is the way all fools return to a distant lover, but She made me to be heedless of such lessons.

Written By Serafine

Jan. 15, 2017, 6:50 p.m.(9/3/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Roland

I've decided this man is a good person to have on missions in the field. He looks all flashy, smooth talking Bringers like he's something you do, and I come up behind and stab the bastards in the back.

Yes. yes, I like this plan.

Written By Joscelin

Jan. 15, 2017, 5:52 p.m.(9/3/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Eleyna

Probably the most elegant writer, she requests things of me that are ... impossible to refuse, with the way she presents them.

Mesmerizing. That's what she is. Gracious. Polite to the point of ...


She makes 'please' and 'thank you' look like swear words, with the grace she lends to her own requests and gratitudes.


Really. How do you describe cold moonbeams lit by firelight? You can't.

Written By Valery

Jan. 15, 2017, 5:39 p.m.(9/3/1005 AR)

Waiting has always been the worst part...

Written By Abbas

Jan. 15, 2017, 5:15 p.m.(9/3/1005 AR)

Recent news back from the Salt has me troubled. Good men and wasted lives. I pray the Gods deliver us to the day we may blood those who seek to devour our existence.

Written By Abbas

Jan. 15, 2017, 5:12 p.m.(9/3/1005 AR)

You will not find me groveling before a Throne of Bones begging for help or information.

Not because I don't believe it should not be done. More because I'm inept at such things.

The fact that they did not show up in a ship rather than by land does bode well though. I've heard if you throw them in water they float.

Written By Roland

Jan. 15, 2017, 5:12 p.m.(9/3/1005 AR)


A Report of Activities on Horseback In The Northern Woods
by Sir Roland Bergere
assisted by Scribe Hubert (who is very patient)

In the performance of my duties as a protector of the interests of House Valardin, I have ventured forth with some hearty and brave individuals in search of information regarding the movements of the enemy. The expedition was led by the Royal Stablemaster, Master Tristan, and also included Lord Pietro, Princess Serafine, Prince Tristram, and myself. I must say it was somewhat confusing to have both Prince Tristram and Master Tristan in the same group, but I decided that calling the prince 'my lord' was sufficient to address the matter.

We rode for some hours, finally coming across the trail of a large number of enemy forces, moving in small groups from the north-east toward the south-west, seemingly in the direction of the holdings of the western Crownlands. Upon continuing to follow the trail, we were intercepted by a Member of the Enemy.

This individual was astonishing and awful to behold; he wore rags, stood some seven feet tall, and was all over of a ghastly pale complexion. He spoke in a flat, affectless expression (sic 'creepy booming impression transcribed' -Hubert) and upon inquiring if I wished to join their hellish campaign, was informed in the negative, at which point he declared me an obstacle and attacked.

My bold allies, however, had secreted themselves in the woods nearby, and upon the creature's attack laid forth with sword and bow, utterly destroying him. The Enemy was accompanied by some ten of the Abandoned, somehow strangely altered, and of similar low affect; when the Enemy fell, they seemed to go into something of a frenzy, and lay into us, fortunately to be felled themselves with only minor injury to myself and some wounds to Princess Serafine, which I tended to the best of my limited ability.

In conclusion, the Enemy draws away from Arx, but approaches the strongholds of the West, and therefor should be considered Very Fucking Dangerous.

Sir Roland Bergere
Knight of the Oathlands

Written By Cara

Jan. 15, 2017, 5:03 p.m.(9/3/1005 AR)

It has been something of a busy time of late, despite my resignation from Voice of Grayson having freed up a great deal of my time. In between the particular madness of marriage negotiations, I have been continuing my inquiries into members of the group which I am currently researching. It’s entailed a fair amount of tromping around the city, and I’m very grateful for the company of my Champion, Buchanan. I think he expected a much more sedate post when he accepted my offer of employment, as I’m not sure many nobles walk around quite as much as I, but surely it must be improving to his constitution.

I am terribly grateful that those I care about are returned to the city, whole and healthy, despite the dangers that wait beyond the city walls. I pray that they will remain safe - but I also pray for the defeat of our enemies, and I know that such wishes are often opposed to one another. Victory and safety so rarely go hand-in-hand.

Written By Jackson

Jan. 15, 2017, 4:41 p.m.(9/3/1005 AR)

Leave it to Sal to get me kitted out after my last trip took my leather for a shredding. And sheared winds, does this leather fit me. Guess this is just going to chalk another one up to the fact that yet again, I find myself owing the boss man.

It's a hole I figure I'm never going to dig myself out of. Then again, with a friend like him, that's not all bad.

Still getting used all this tit's up news about the city in the years I've been away. Part of me thinks I should've stayed in Lycene, but then again, seeing the family was good. Ma still makes those damn pastries I'm pretty certain I'll get fat off of if I don't stay away enough.

Good times, all around, and with any luck, I'll find myself more work.

Written By Leola

Jan. 15, 2017, 4:33 p.m.(9/3/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Niamh

I honestly did not see this coming. Lady Niamh offered me a position as a deputy minister under her in Agriculture; I think better to access Petrichor's grace and wisdom and seek popular support for it, perhaps.

I'm seeking permission of my own from my own house before I accept. It's a great honor.

Written By Freja

Jan. 15, 2017, 4:02 p.m.(9/3/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Anze

Don't forget this 'huffy' baby sister is still the one that caused oh so many black eyes and sudden bouts of eating snow and dirt for you and Ferg.

Written By Freja

Jan. 15, 2017, 4 p.m.(9/3/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Calypso

There is a reason I am the Redrawn they don't think twice about when vanishing into the snows and wilds - I was never made for courtly graces. That, and things go a touch more smoothly when I am not around.

I have your back even if you do not see me. Call it a trick of my trade?

You are always welcome, whiskey or not. There are a dwindling few I still trust and I am glad to have you among them.

Written By Serafine

Jan. 15, 2017, 3:37 p.m.(9/3/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Luca

Sometimes you have that one relative that drives you crazy, that you thoroughly enjoy tweaking as often as possible, mischief, social upsets, public displays of affection you -know- they will hate you for later.


And then there's Luca. The lookout when you go and dump a decapitated head into your sister's bed, the aforementioned relative you love to tease.

Luca, you are brave and daring and I appreciate your assistance in my endeavors to keep my sister humble.

I owe you a round at your favorite venue.

Written By Cristoph

Jan. 15, 2017, 3:06 p.m.(9/3/1005 AR)

Princess Eleyna, she is not a woman I was entirely happy to see again and our reunion one that threatened to turn frosty, though it turned out pleasant enough and quiet informative. Her cousin Prince Luca certainly seems formidable if altogether less sure in battlefields social rather than martial. Somebody has invested a great deal in his outfitting for that matter.

Written By Eleyna

Jan. 15, 2017, 2:48 p.m.(9/3/1005 AR)

Another set of ex-in-laws have arrived to Arx.

I'm still not sure which of the Gods I've angered recently, but I'm considering blowing through my allowance to make some offerings of atonement. Maybe the first offering should be to Gild since I ran into Duke Cristoph at the bank.

If I don't get you a wedding present, Esera, this would be why.

Written By Monique

Jan. 15, 2017, 2:28 p.m.(9/3/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Asger

If ever there was a man to embody the wilds of the Northlands, he is it. Loud and cheerful, raucous and rowdy and even a bit ribald, his love of whiskey (or liquor of all sorts really) is practically legend.

He has quickly become the dearest of friends and my favored drinking companion.

Written By Monique

Jan. 15, 2017, 2:24 p.m.(9/3/1005 AR)

Hurrah for vacations!

Even when taken within the city, its still enjoyable to immerse oneself within another area's culture by visiting their Ward. It also helps if you have friends within that Ward that will help squire you about and show you the best places.

I am still reachable by messenger and appointment, but for the next few days I will be enjoying some leisure time.

Written By Monique

Jan. 15, 2017, 2:17 p.m.(9/3/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Darren

Often times I feel as though this man has stolen a portion of my brain and is funneling it through his mouth. He asks the questions I think and shares the ideas that I concoct as well.

We will either kill each other in a fit of 'stop copying me'... or we'll be the best of friends. I'm rather hoping for the latter, though the former would make one HELL of an amusing story.

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