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Written By Aconite

Jan. 9, 2024, 10:44 p.m.(7/11/1021 AR)

I see a path now. All that my House has done for me seemed to be impossible to give back..

Now I see a way.

Written By Giada

Jan. 9, 2024, 10:33 p.m.(7/11/1021 AR)

He's back!

Written By Lianne

Jan. 9, 2024, 5:25 p.m.(7/11/1021 AR)

Relationship Note on Apollo

Transcribed from my Blacks by my own hand:

(8/23/1014 AR)
It felt, for a moment, as if he wished to use me as a weapon against himself. The cut would've hurt us both, though him more grievously, I imagine. Guilt is a terrible thing.

I wonder, though, if I already am, without trying. There's a shape to his pain that I can't fully see. It's easy to imagine it's a matter of language; I never understand the fullness of what he communicates, and I've come to accept this. This feels different, like I can't see it because I'm a part of it, my perspective limited. When I look at it like that, I can trace the pain back to the beginning. Every step along the way. What a burr and burden I've been.

Not only that, I know. And yet...

Written By Lianne

Jan. 9, 2024, 5:24 p.m.(7/11/1021 AR)

Relationship Note on Aleksei

Transcribed from my Blacks by my own hand:

(10/2/1007 AR)
Of all the things which have brought me joy this week, it is the peace which Aleksei and I have found which makes me happiest. I do not expect that it will last; there is too much inherent tension in our opposing positions on so very many things, no matter how much we might agree on others. I will, however, enjoy this armistice for as long as it lasts. I rather like being able to think of him as a friend again.

I believe it was seeing another misunderstand my intentions that leant him some empathy, that reminded him I am not so cold and cruel as I can sometimes seem when I am pursuing understanding so doggedly. It was a matter of perspective, being on the outside of the conversation, an observer rather than participant.

He does seem tired, though. Increasingly. Each new struggle wears him away a little more. I want to ask if he feels the weight of his chains.

I also want to not lose this friendship while I have it.

Written By Fatima

Jan. 9, 2024, 5:01 p.m.(7/11/1021 AR)

Day 2:

Sharks have fins AND wings. They swim among the clouds, and are your friends.

I once saw a man heroically pull a child out of Darkwater. It was a miracle to behold.

I saw a woman hurl herself willingly into that same water in order to help protect the world, though few would know it.

Written By Apollo

Jan. 9, 2024, 2:36 p.m.(7/10/1021 AR)

What do worship and devotion mean to you? How do they differ?

Written By Theo

Jan. 9, 2024, 1:45 a.m.(7/9/1021 AR)

In shadows cast by candlelight's soft glow,
A dangerous courtier, unseen, moves to and fro.
In chambers hushed, where whispers softly tread,
Loyalty is woven, like silken threads.

Through gilded halls and mazes of deceit,
Where every smile conceals a hidden feat,
The courtier, a phantom in the courtly dance,
Draped in loyalty, a cloak of circumstance.

To sovereign's whim, allegiance tightly bound,
Yet secrets held in depths where trust is found.
A double-edged embrace, this loyalty,
A dance with shadows, veiled in secrecy.

In silence, ears attuned to every word,
A pledge unbroken, though unseen, unheard.
Through coded language and a knowing glance,
The courtier protects, with loyalty's advance.

With parchment quill, a letter takes its flight,
Words veiled in layers, shrouded from the light.
A maze of verses, labyrinthine, deep,
Where loyalty and treason interweave.

The dangerous courtier, a guardian unseen,
Navigates realms where truth and lies convene.
In loyalty's name, a solemn vow is sworn,
Yet, in the shadows, loyalty is reborn.

For in this world of courtly intrigue,
Where fealty's touch is gentle and discreet,
The courtier, a keeper of the hidden lore,
Knows loyalty is power, forevermore.

Written By Fatima

Jan. 9, 2024, 1:40 a.m.(7/9/1021 AR)

Two Truths and a Lie. It is a custom of Suj'Abbat, but many do not understand it. Of late, I have pondered the meaning of the tradition, and wonder about its effects. So I have decided I shall write two truths and a lie once a day for 13 days in my white journals. I leave it to the reader to guess which is which.

Day One:

I rejected the advice of a friend, knowing it might put others in danger.

The Marin'alfar are gone, but not forgotten.

Snow is as hot as the desert sands.

Written By Theo

Jan. 9, 2024, 1:35 a.m.(7/9/1021 AR)

In the intricate dance of courtly affairs, the discerning eye finds hidden gems, unlocking doors to influence and ascension. The quill, wielded with finesse, reveals paths veiled to the uninitiated.

Written By Denica

Jan. 8, 2024, 11:07 p.m.(7/9/1021 AR)

Well, let's just see what happens when I mix all the colours together.

Written By Lianne

Jan. 8, 2024, 6:09 p.m.(7/9/1021 AR)

Transcribed from my Blacks by my own hand:

(7/6/1008 AR)
It occurs to me only after penning my last entry that I really ought to write this one as well, that I should document, to some degree, my most recent excursion into the tunnels below Aviaron's Peak.

I went because Fortunato asked. Perhaps I should write more on him as well. Another time.
I went because Mydas has my loyalty, even if Aviaron's Peak is no longer his to worry over.
I went because I thought I could help.

There was little help I could offer beyond naming the Reflections at every level, calling attention to their influence. Legion, Despair, Knave. Mydas wouldn't let me speak the Sleeper's name. We argued over whether the fifth level was for Blight or Veil, though Avarice clearly had the sixth.

On the seventh, Fortunato painted. He painted vast dwarven cities and, when he was done, dust rumbled from the walls to reveal the destruction wrought by the thing trapped under the tunnels, to show how both sides worked together to contain it. Balance and cooperation.

Proof of that which I most crave. Proof that it serves a purpose. Proof that it works.

Still, it was all unsettling. After, as a few of us sat around talking, I held to Fortunato's arm and took comfort there.

I should write him. I should visit. I should ask him to paint Avarice for me next.

Written By Lianne

Jan. 8, 2024, 6:08 p.m.(7/9/1021 AR)

Transcribed from my Blacks by my own hand:

(3/9/1010 AR)
All the forgetfulness befalling Arx so suddenly can mean only one thing. Does the snow suggest another hand or is it simply a little fear to go with the forgetting?

Add to that the odd autopsy which Juliana and I performed earlier, the sand hissing about a reckoning, about the sleeper awakening.

I look at what I have to work with, and I despair... and I wonder then if I brought this on myself. This is, after all, the path I've chosen.

Written By Medeia

Jan. 8, 2024, 1:53 p.m.(7/8/1021 AR)

The happiness and pride I feel for my cousin, Denis, finding a compatible match with Lady Rosalind Ravenseye is beyond what my words can express. I have known and adored Rosa, accepted her for all of her vibrant and quirky self, for many years now. Her exuberance is rarely matched by another, but I know that Denis is capable of holding his own among the northerners. His mind for trade and skill on ships is absolutely a boon to Ravenseye.

And though I am sad to see him - and his brother, Filip - leave us, I am incredibly excited about the fact that these recent unions between Saik and Ravenseye and Byrne allows us to claim a familial tie to every fealty of the Compact. These connections will bring new and different opportunities, strengthening our houses. It has been my greatest joy and honor to be able to support Saik and the people of Saikland Greens.

Written By Sen'azala

Jan. 8, 2024, 6:11 a.m.(7/8/1021 AR)

Relationship Note on Valdemar

I'm not bragging. I'm as scared as anyone, I've got as clear a picture of what's coming as anyone. I was hoping that the Horned God's death would bring me the personal peace of having no idea what to do with the rest of my life, I wasn't looking to let the world light itself on fire. What I'm doing now is telling the truth of what happened in Harrow Hall, and why. People are doubting the wisdom of fighting the Horned God, despite the only other option being a different ending of the world, because they're frightened of what's come. I'm telling them that they did the only thing that could have been done short of lying at his feet, that it was right, that it was brave, and that if any single group, any single person had not done what they did, if there had been even moments of delay, then we - all of us - would not have stopped him. He was that close. I don't know what it looked like outside the Hall, but he was *that* close. What they did didn't cause this.

No, the self righteous zealotry is the part where I wholeheartedly believe that Cardia, the Dune Kingdoms, and the Undying Empire all deserve to fucking burn at the hands of the people they enslaved, and that a world where survival is wildly uncertain is better than a world that's simply not worth saving.

Written By Valdemar

Jan. 7, 2024, 10:57 p.m.(7/7/1021 AR)

Only zealots could speak of breaking the world and sound so self-righteous about doing it. I'd warn against breaking your own arms patting yourselves on the backs, but it seems like it won't matter much longer anyway.

Written By Jan

Jan. 7, 2024, 9:58 p.m.(7/7/1021 AR)

I must say that marriage still agrees with me. We shall see if that is still the case when eventually that includes motherhood

Written By Raven

Jan. 7, 2024, 9:57 p.m.(7/7/1021 AR)

I have never truly been alone. Not really. Soon there will be at least two trials I must face which some part of it I must do on my own-but I am glad even so I won't have to do either alone.

Written By Rosalind

Jan. 7, 2024, 9:13 p.m.(7/7/1021 AR)

I have fought too hard to just allow someone to make me forget. I refuse!

Written By Rosalind

Jan. 7, 2024, 9:12 p.m.(7/7/1021 AR)

Saik. I always said I wouldn't go South because it's too stinkin hot. Now look at me. I just can't wait to bring them all home. To the beautiful winters.

Written By Rosalind

Jan. 7, 2024, 9:11 p.m.(7/7/1021 AR)

I sit and reflect on how far I've come since coming here. I came here, following my sister, unsure of everything, but having faith in Aella and my family. Now I feel as if I've come into my own. I'm married now. Stop looking at me like that, scholar! It sounds strange to me too! I helped break a family cure that was generations old. The moon is now something to be admired for beauty, not to be feared as we once did. It's a large relief and I can breathe easier. I've been watching my nieces and nephews grow, their excitement at discovering new things. They remind me of me and Triton. I should apologize to Elora. Which speaking of Triton, he's grown too. He's a father now, and I think our papa would be proud of him. He's a lot more like him than any of us. I'm proud of him. I'm proud of how far family as come since coming here. We've made Stormheart and our people proud. I can feel it.

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