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Written By Aleksei

Dec. 21, 2016, 9:59 a.m.(6/11/1005 AR)

People are writing about /what/? Are you kidding me? All the silks in Arx went through their public mourning game when one of their own died, and they want to sit around and complain about the commoners doing it? Come the fuck on. Go back to rolling around in your piles of money and get over yourselves.

Written By Margot

Dec. 21, 2016, 9:56 a.m.(6/11/1005 AR)

I miss the ocean. Not the bit that laps at the beaches off of Arx, but the unending expanse seen off the shores of the Isles.

On the surface she is such a fickle creature, calm one day, cruel the next. But it is what she hides that I miss most. The wonder of what little clues and trinkets she may push upon onto our rocks and beaches, hinting of her victories over we mortals who set out to tame her, or the alien world contained within her. Every so often yielding up a trophy for those both brave and reckless.

She was a mystery and familiar. We were neighbors with an understanding that our trespasses would sometimes come a a cost.

I miss a time when the stranger was a thing so comfortably lived beside. A puzzle so well understood.

Childhood is over for us all.

Written By Lydia

Dec. 21, 2016, 9:42 a.m.(6/11/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Costas

I was asked to write something that is true and honest, but I told him that I write what I like.

Anyway, I shall write some truth. I am now missing a pair of hairpins given to me by my grandfather.

It was, in the end, my own fault they were stolen. I saw a chance to tease and so I did. I suppose a bit of jewelry is a small price to pay.


Note to self: Some people take threats of theft seriously.

Written By Niamh

Dec. 21, 2016, 9:30 a.m.(6/11/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Lyiana

Chance met. Lyiana has proven to be sweet and doting, and a skilled seamstress beyond. I now own two dresses worthy of the higher society of Arx. More than that, I have made a friend.

That she'll help me tweak Fiachra by making a scandalous dress for Eirlys is a bonus.

Written By Niamh

Dec. 21, 2016, 9:28 a.m.(6/11/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Muiryn

Uncle Muiryn has arrived in Arx as well, apparently just last night as we sat down to dinner. A surly sort, overly protective of Neve.

Written By Niamh

Dec. 21, 2016, 9:27 a.m.(6/11/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Rowan

Rowan has arrived in Arx. As annoying as younger siblings can be, there's still strength to be found in having one's blood close at hand. Like all of us he has a lot of maturing to do, but you can already see the Otherness starting to take its root in him. I have no doubt that Rowan will find his footing in the next decade and be the sage that the Greenwood needs him to be. I can only pray to the gods and request of the spirits that he have a decade to do it in.

Written By Sigurd

Dec. 21, 2016, 9:01 a.m.(6/11/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Agnarr

That mountain of a man managed to fight me until we were both out of breath and needed to stop, with neither of us fallen. That's...Never happened to me before. Oh defeat? Sure, it happens to all. But never just...Having to stop. It was quite weird and unsatisfying.

Written By Aurora

Dec. 21, 2016, 7:56 a.m.(6/11/1005 AR)

We all mourn in different ways. Some people take up the sword and charge into battle, letting their grief drive their blades home. This leads to more mourning.

Some hole themselves up, work on themselves in silence, strengthening each piece as the moments go by. This leads to a hardening which some people never return from.

Some throw themselves into their duties, everyday life. Almost as if nothing happened at all. The continue to work, continue to smile, continue to be themselves. Some find that they are hallowed shells, never allowing themselves to feel the pain losing someone brings. They never learn how, and then never move on truly.

My only hope for you, those who fault one for which path they choose to feel grief is that you are so loved, so cherished, and so missed that those who mourn for you do so as strongly as the very people you tell to get over it.

Written By Agnarr

Dec. 21, 2016, 7:48 a.m.(6/11/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Sigurd

He forgot how to take a beating.

Written By Silas

Dec. 21, 2016, 7:25 a.m.(6/11/1005 AR)

Under the large, old trees, there are many graves, marked by mounds of earth. In these graves, the ordinary, simple country folk of the village are buried. The sights, sounds, and smells of a country morning can no longer greet those who have died. They may have wielded great promise or potential. Someone may have had the strength, courage, and leadership to conquer and rule a great kingdom. But extreme poverty held back their deep feelings and their creativity. One villager may have had the genius of a poet but could not write and so remained unknown.

Who has ever accepted that he will be forgotten? Who leaves the warmth of earthly life without any regret? Those who are dying need to know that someone loves them and will weep when they are gone. After we are dead, our tombs are reminders of the human desire to be remembered.

Written By Julea

Dec. 21, 2016, 6:51 a.m.(6/11/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Sigurd

I might not always win a fight. In fact, I rarely do, but when I do.... at least it's when it really matters.

It was truly a pleasure, Sigurd.

Written By Valencia

Dec. 21, 2016, 3:30 a.m.(6/11/1005 AR)

A warm acceptance of my invitation. How lovely! I'm rather smitten by intelligence, especially when it is accompanied by charm and skill. How blessed I am to often meet and know such people. How I cannot wait to become better acquainted with more. Truly enchanting. ~~~<~<@

Written By Bethany

Dec. 21, 2016, 2:05 a.m.(6/10/1005 AR)

( From the desk of B. Mercier, Steward: )

Cold winds blow against the hill,
With frost across the plain.
Away, Winter soon will go--

Yet, I wait with patience still.
Knowing Spring with come again--
Leaving violets 'neath the snow.

Written By Bethany

Dec. 21, 2016, 2:05 a.m.(6/10/1005 AR)

( From the desk of B. Mercier, Steward: )

Cold winds blow against the hill,
With frost across the plain.
Away, Winter soon will go--

Yet, I wait with patience still.
Knowing Spring with come again--
Leaving violets 'neath the snow.

Written By Julea

Dec. 21, 2016, 1:37 a.m.(6/10/1005 AR)

I think, just because a few of us decide to note here, in these records our memories of those that have departed, it does not mean that we have all stalled and become unstuck. That we do not readily stick the hideous flesh of our enemies with our blades when the need arises.

It is important to pay tribute to the dead. The memories are still green and that it is normal to bear our hearts in grief and Arx to be contracted in one brow of woe. Let us wear the fallen in our heart's core. In our heart of hearts, as we get on with our business of destroying our enemies.

Julea
10th of June, 1005 AR

Written By Dagon

Dec. 20, 2016, 11:40 p.m.(6/10/1005 AR)

I find myself in agreement with this Eirene person.

We face dark times and more will perish. Mourn them, hold them in your hearts. Then wait and when confronted by an enemy of the Compact, stick that bastard in the chest with the memory of your loved one guiding your blade.

The Compact faces many foes and those that fall in its defense will be numerous. There are many who have already fallen who's names many of us do not know. Let us not forget them as wel move forward in our endeavors.

Fair seas and clear skies will once again be the future of the Compact, but until then let us remain ever vigilant.

Written By Mydas

Dec. 20, 2016, 11:22 p.m.(6/10/1005 AR)

Marriage. Beyond the debtors, that is what my father has insisted upon the most. It is my duty, one that Sigurd, despite his numerous successes with women, cannot fulfil. It is my own task, the task of the firstborn who must continue the line. He insists that I speak to Nadia on the matter. Hopefully something will happen at the capital to distract him.

Written By Lazarus

Dec. 20, 2016, 11:01 p.m.(6/10/1005 AR)

Thank you. Thank you all for the kind words. Horatio was not simply a cousin but I considered a close friend and trusting business partner. Through out the years I learned to leave him be and when he was ready he would come get me. It was a relationship that work brilliantly and one that I feel will never be replaced. I did not just loose a cousin or a friend, I lost part of the Mercier. Still as we must put our feelings aside and wake up the next morning to toil the land and watch the crop, for we must feed the masses. Horatio, you are now one with ground where-ever you are but you will never be forgotten.

Written By Rymarr

Dec. 20, 2016, 10:34 p.m.(6/10/1005 AR)

It has been a long couple of days. Beyond the drills and training. What little I have in way of a personal life has been restless and confusing.

To top it off, my bunk mate will not stop snoring.

I have a lion at least, I keep it close, and it keeps me company.

Written By Alis

Dec. 20, 2016, 8:13 p.m.(6/10/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Niccolo

Okay, I was called away in the midst of writing that last entry. Let me try again.

You know the tales of gallant and dignified Dukes? I'm almost certain they were written based off of Duke Niccolo. We met to discuss recent happenings in the realm, and I left feeling as though I had found someone I could turn to for advice when I need it. Nor did he make me feel any less for being so young a Voice for our family.

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