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Written By Dagon

Oct. 6, 2016, 4:03 p.m.(10/9/1004 AR)

Relationship Note on Freja

The Princess was a pleasant companion the other evening. She answered several of my questions in an open manner, which I appreciate. I am thankful for having the chance to learn some more of the ways of the north. I can only hope to have further opportunities to speak with her on these matters.

Written By Aldwin

Oct. 6, 2016, 7:39 a.m.(10/7/1004 AR)

Relationship Note on Freja

Princess Freja has made a good impression for her people, and I am hopeful that we continue to show that the Faith and the North can work together. I will be assisting her over the next weeks in honing her ability to scout in a different way. She will learn to hunt knowledge, not just animals and shavs.

Written By Blacktongue

Oct. 5, 2016, 10:02 p.m.(10/6/1004 AR)

Relationship Note on Salazar

Never has the South seen such a vivid array of plummage, the colorful bird puffing out its chest and gracing us all with its presence and generosity. Plenty of self-plucked feathers in his cap, this one, along with that illustrious and conversation piece headdress he had. Such a fine pirate of he can sail on any wind, and in any storm. And if the gales fail? I am certain he can sail thrice around the world with the hot air from his lungs.

If I ever find need to kill myself, I'll simply climb his ego and jump to his intellect.

Written By Aldwin

Oct. 5, 2016, 7:03 p.m.(10/6/1004 AR)

Relationship Note on Aeden

Aeden Grayhope, Prelate of the Black, is as sharp a mind as the Scholars have ever taken into their rank. The vigor and zeal with which he pursues his duties is commendable. Great things will come of this one, should he not let his drive and motivation blind him to the pitfalls in his path. There has been more than one occasion when I have had to speak to the Censor at length, reminding him that the entire tradition of the Prelate of the Black is to argue against censoring. Aeden does this quite well. Should he ever fail to argue, we will truly know a piece of knowledge is dangerous.

Or that it is time to find a new Prelate of the Black.

Ah. Was I ever this young? Did I ever argue with his passion?

I have tasked the Prelate with wandering the Burroughs and hearing the voice of the people. If he believes that knowledge should be shared to make us all stronger, than I want him to know what the people are curious about. If we are the caretakers of the people, then we should know what they want and what they need. It is learning to tell the difference between the two that takes real wisdom.

Written By Calypso

Oct. 5, 2016, 3:57 p.m.(10/5/1004 AR)

Relationship Note on Blacktongue

The Blacktongue. What a disgusting nickname. But all too true it would seem. I met up with Blacktongue in the Hundred Cities Inn and he told me the story of how his tongue got so black. Food tasting is serious business.

Ever sense the accident, however, he has taken up a new role in the House of Velenosa as a sort of court jester. He spent a good solid hour or more trying to make me laugh. Prat falls and cheep tricks might work on some but I require a slightly darker sense of humor. He did manage a smirk out of me, but lets just call that one a pity-smile. I imagine he'll have many more opportunities to try the tricks of his trade on me. He makes excellent drinking company.

Written By Morrighan

Oct. 5, 2016, 3:12 p.m.(10/5/1004 AR)

Relationship Note on Salazar

Pirate Lord meandered into my shop to discuss payment for his commission. His silver-tongued personality is reminiscent of another person I know, but conversing with him was enjoyable. His wine ain't half bad either, but it's not whiskey.

Written By Calypso

Oct. 5, 2016, 2:03 p.m.(10/5/1004 AR)

Relationship Note on Salazar

Wine merchant? Pirate? Unsavory swindler? I'm not sure which of these best describes Lord Salazar, perhaps all three. I'm not fool enough to trust him and not complacent enough not to indulge in risky yet entertaining conversation with him. Who knows what the future will bring but if looping in the Southportian wine trade with his endeavors means profit for the Malvici family, I'm all for that.

Profit means I get more funding for the armies of Southport. And that's a cause worthy enough to suffer his horrible puns and ridiculous hat. A man to keep an eye on for sure. I'd rather have him as an ally than an enemy.

Written By Joscelin

Oct. 5, 2016, 11:23 a.m.(10/5/1004 AR)

I have never hosted an event such as this in my life, but it's happening! I am -beyond- excited.

Living in the city my whole life, I, like everyone else who'd attend, -adored- the tournaments. I love the energy, the competitors, the crowd, the moments of staggering disbelief, the flush of patriotic pride when good sportsmanship proves it's far from dead, and the -rush- of -joy- (or anger, depending on who wins) when the victor is crowned and presented.

Swords can vary between elegant weapons, born of a civilized culture, through a spectrum of sizes and kinds into the massive great-swords my father favored. But as I've noticed, there were flashes of envy in the common-folk and nobility alike that their weapon-of-choice was not represented.

Archery is a skill I've admired, the bows and arrows constructed by Ida works of art that I've always been in awe of. I can't remember the last time we -had- an archery tournament.



And the prize? Ah, my friends, it is a marvel. I cannot say more. But it is far and away worthy of being called 'prize'.


I hope everyone can attend!

Written By Silas

Oct. 5, 2016, 8:24 a.m.(10/5/1004 AR)

I am happy with my latest craft. I have not done a wooden sculpture since I was a kid! The glass is what gave me trouble once again, but I think it looks better when it's assymetrical anyway.

Preparations for the Golden Arrow Competition are underway; the idea came from Mistress Joscelin's mind - it is a little awkward for a knight to host - but apparently my stewardship of the Fencing Competition impressed her. She's seeing to the prizes, which may turn out to be the more difficult task.

Written By Aldwin

Oct. 5, 2016, 5:51 a.m.(10/4/1004 AR)

Each morning comes earlier than the one before. The previous Archscholar would claim it was the result of growing closer to the gods, of the spirit longing to spend more time in conscious worship of their divinity. I have been around enough old men to know this is just the way of life. The body ages. It requires other things. New routines. I will not profane Vellichor's sacred duty with lies of exaggerated piety.

Today I will travel to the Tragedy and other sites, ensuring the Disciples continue their efforts to keep literacy among even the poorest. If I am a proud man it is in this: No child need ever be at the mercy of another because he cannot understand the written word.

Written By Acacia

Oct. 5, 2016, 1:01 a.m.(10/4/1004 AR)

Relationship Note on Fortunato

"Just an artist." A Grayhope. Unfortunately? I didn't know him a lot in my youth. That decade can mean a lot when you're that age. Fortunato is just mysterious enough to keep people coming back for more, though. On occasion, I get accused of trying to pick people's brains, but it's rarely actually the case. For him? I might make an exception. I think I could spend a day just watching him, as odd as that sounds. I have a feeling he's watching too. Where does he get his artistic inspiration? Someone should ask.

Written By Aislin

Oct. 5, 2016, 12:52 a.m.(10/4/1004 AR)

Relationship Note on Sylvie

Lady Sylphie is Lady Cara's sister-in-law, another of that entwined pair of Lycene families from Gemecitta. I've only really met her in passing thus far, but she seems a pleasant enough conversationalist.

I'm also fairly certain she's unlikely to either poison my drink or stab me in the back! At least, for the moment. And I have friends in the Lyceum that I'm not entirely certain I can say that of.

Written By Silas

Oct. 4, 2016, 11:07 p.m.(10/3/1004 AR)

Relationship Note on Viktarkim

I found Master Viktarkim waiting for me at the Training Center tonight, looking for a lesson in swordplay. I am glad to see him eager to learn; perhaps next time he'll defeat his opponents when he enters a tournament.

He managed to hit me once during our spar; he's already better than a few people I know.

Written By Augustus

Oct. 4, 2016, 10:18 p.m.(10/3/1004 AR)

Relationship Note on Victus

There is an old saying that a battle of wits is not worth fighting when your opponent comes unarmed.

Unfortunately it is seldom the case that any opponent is unarmed, it is simply that their weapon is too fragile or of such poor manufacture to be of any use.

Similarly unfortunate is the case where one is so intellectually dull that their weapon of choice, in a battle of wits, is a club with which they knock you down to their level and beat you with experience.

I shall have to keep a careful eye on this one, I suspect.

Written By Fortunato

Oct. 4, 2016, 9:48 p.m.(10/3/1004 AR)

Sketches. Narrow eyes staring blankly. Wider eyes, faint hint of mirrored light. Eyes, smudged out, a gray mess on the parchment. A half-doused pyre, a criss-cross of damp wood. A struggling sapling in a disordered pile of dirt. A dog with a withered leg, panting, eager.

Written By Valkieri

Oct. 4, 2016, 9:45 p.m.(10/3/1004 AR)

Relationship Note on Pietro

If there is one thing you can rely upon, it is Pietro Igniseri's refusal to compromise his courage for intelligence.

That blood better not have stained my marble.

Written By Valkieri

Oct. 4, 2016, 9:44 p.m.(10/3/1004 AR)

Relationship Note on Vincere

I feel as if Vincere arrived at my chambers with a very different assumption that what I had in mind.

But it has been a long, long time since those days.

*released black journal as stipulated by the will of the deceased*

Written By Valkieri

Oct. 4, 2016, 9:43 p.m.(10/3/1004 AR)

Relationship Note on Vincere

It's -- difficult to speak of my brother to anyone, in this way at least, but perhaps with Vincere it bears the least weight. I trust him -- and yes, even Pietro -- as I trust few people. He will be discreet. He will be...subtle. Which is what I need.

I wish that I could tell him the rest. I never doubt myself, not truly, but I know that anyone else would think me mad. No. For now, this is enough. This is enough to begin.

*released black journal as stipulated by the will of the deceased*

Written By Augustus

Oct. 4, 2016, 8:52 p.m.(10/3/1004 AR)

I find myself lying awake an awful lot of the time of late. Staring up a the ceiling. I awaken so early that I can hear the carts and shouts of people as they move to the marketplace to set up their stalls every morning.

I wish I could say what it was that keeps me from my rest. Ever since returning to the capital after so many long years away I have been unable to sleep comfortably. Perhaps I am simply unsuited yet to the bustling city life, so long have I been away. I do not know.

I do know, however, that if I find another kitten in my bedclothes, I will throw it from the tower window.

Written By Francesca

Oct. 4, 2016, 8:31 p.m.(10/3/1004 AR)

I've arrived. What a journey, and what a city! I've moved into a room at the Crown Apartments and once settled will seek audience with Anastasio Belardi in the hopes of mentorship. Now... where to find him, I wonder?

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