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Written By Natalia

Feb. 19, 2017, 4:59 a.m.(12/13/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Rowan

A chance meeting in a forest glade, intelligent conversation, pleasant company. Though he scared me enough that I shall have a bruised backside for at least a week, I am happy to realize that my own internal beliefs of Prodigals and those outside of the Compact have been wrong. I don't know what I expected, to be honest, but he was a welcome breath of fresh air.

I can only hope he feels the same, but a man that looks like that will be prying women off with a spear for many years to come, and so many do not wish friendship with a Princess that has little to offer but dances in a sunlight forest.

Written By Natalia

Feb. 19, 2017, 4:53 a.m.(12/13/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Rook

So many words could describe this delightful creature. Cultured, wise, handsome, gifted.. I have nothing but respect for him. 'No' does not seem to be a word in his vocabulary, and if it is? Why, he is so skilled with his silver tongue that you would never know otherwise.

We will be friends for a very long time, I imagine. Or at least I hope.

Written By Caelis

Feb. 19, 2017, 4:14 a.m.(12/13/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Costas

His crew my be rowdy, and he might be uncommon as captains go, but Costas is a true, if crass and peculiar man. It was a privilege to sail with him and fight at his side.

Written By Orathy

Feb. 19, 2017, 3:51 a.m.(12/13/1005 AR)

Nothing happened today. Nothing at all. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing.

Written By Caelis

Feb. 19, 2017, 3:48 a.m.(12/13/1005 AR)

It was good to feel the salt spray again, the roll of Her waves under my feet. I flew on the waves briefly and it was filled with glory. For all that we learned, and all that we accomplished, we all made it home.

Our Lady, Star of the Sea, Azure Mother, Pearl of Grace,
Protect your sons and daughters who travel on the waters,
Protect your sons and daughters who travel ahead of the winds.

Written By Leta

Feb. 19, 2017, 2:06 a.m.(12/13/1005 AR)

Took me some time to write this. Finding it harder to, sometimes, knowing some folk might read it, as I've said.

Anyhow, lost some folk I knew. Some were with the Few, and they died to those Bringer things. Some were other folk I knew, though not well. I didn't really lose anyone I'd cry for. But I know some who have. For them I cried a little. Folk die, and that's the plain truth, but it doesn't mean it's any less sad. I'll harden my heart for the killing if I got to. Not for what comes after. I've done my prayers for them too.

I did some other prayers a while back before the battle. Think I'll settle for the prayers I did. Some were hard. I visited the Thirteenth and all, like I said I might. But I didn't see any fighting, so I figure the prayers are still good for it. No reason to bother the gods all over again.

I'm glad we got a regent. If we haven't got a king, we need someone to speak for the king. Make things normal again that way. It's bad enough we got a war going on without folk arguing about this and that and the price of apples.

Written By Lianne

Feb. 19, 2017, 1:42 a.m.(12/13/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Duarte

A reflection on those asked after ashes:

Tax mno mddavoj qa vannt awon co, mr g vannt awon tax, awon hav jmne mbj jaxn tax mno qhoro nokobq jmtr. Ja baq daro taxn rzmne, jmndgbp. Ja baq daro taxn lgqo.

G mc kabigjobq qhmq tax vgdd noqxnb, qhmq vo vgdd igbj bov dgcgqr qa zxrh, qhmq qho vandj vgdd lnome an loqqon gqrodi ian axn znajjgbp.

Vo vgdd zonrgrq. G vgdd hmwo gq ba aqhon vmt.

I do not expect this to be easy.

Written By Rymarr

Feb. 19, 2017, 1:18 a.m.(12/13/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Ferrando

The man is capable of assaulting a series of pies with enthusiasm bordering on fervor. I placed second to himself and even then he exceeded my own efforts with startling efficiency. I do believe he is capable of breathing through his ears.

Written By Joslyn

Feb. 19, 2017, 12:23 a.m.(12/13/1005 AR)

I sometimes wonder who will worry about the things that plague my heart. The things that haunt my dreams and cause endless worry. I spend so much time worrying about my closest friends and the matters of their own lives. I worry for Calista and all that she must bear, because if she didn't, who would? And so I must help her, as she cannot be allowed to fail.

What concerns me, the things that cause me to wake in the middle of the night are such trite things. Things of no importance to anybody but myself, and I cannot bear to expect anybody to have to listen to my ramblings, so I ask you dear reader, if you do not wish to read a young woman's heartache and woes, I urge you not to read on. For nothing that follows is of any import to politics or history, and is only the thoughts and frustrations of a young handmaiden from tor.

Love comes unexpectedly, and despite the fact that I've fallen quite hard for somebody, and I couldn't be happier... truly I am. She has been a blessing in these most troubled times. She is one of the most trusted sources of stability in a world that seems to be endlessly chaotic. I dare not share my troubles with her, though I am certain she would bear them gladly. I do not wish to tarnish our moments with sadness. The truth is, no matter how much I try to pretend that there is nothing bothering me, I am very much afraid of losing all of those that I love. This coming storm, the armies that march upon us, I cannot sleep for fear that the conflict will come and destroy that which I hold dear. I waken from nightmares in which I stumble upon the broken body of my beloved and I cannot bear it. I have to do my part to stem this tide, and to that end I must help Calista. I must secure alliances, and I must make sure that these nightmares remain just that. Nightmares. I am not saying that my dreams are anything more, and they certainly had better not be warnings, I don't know that my heart can handle that.

It is indeed a poor time to be in love, but I would not trade it for all the silver in Arx.

Written By Anze

Feb. 19, 2017, 12:20 a.m.(12/13/1005 AR)

Morning drills have gotten a whole great deal weirder during my penance. Been using only a wooden blade, trying to just keep in shape and keep up form. Since moving into the Malvici estate been doing those drills in the southport training center, I mean, it is right there. Same thing every morning, wake up at dawn, grab gear, do drills in the training center.

I'm not sure that the guards are used to me yet. I thought I would stick around and watch some sparring and training and maybe get to know them better. I figured since I would just be sitting around I would do something useful.

What I didn't figure on was that sitting on the benches watching the guards practice while sharpening a sword might be a little off putting. It doesn't help that I haven't actually talked with any of these people yet, i'm pretty sure all they know about me is that i'm some northerner who tends to beat people up in the sparring center. I don't think this is the right way to get to know people... shit, I probably should have said something to any of them... or asked one of their names... really wish I would have remembered to put on a shirt.

Written By Merek

Feb. 18, 2017, 10:49 p.m.(12/13/1005 AR)

It has been quite a month, even though it has mostly been work in preperation for the war which is coming. I've met a few new people, one a woman that was beautiful in a manner that one could not describe. It is not that I like her in any manner, as I saw her in passing, but the qualities of her beauty exceed far past what seem normal! I wonder who she is!

Written By Cirroch

Feb. 18, 2017, 10:37 p.m.(12/13/1005 AR)

Arrived in the city, safe and sane as ever. Found my way to where the other northerners have gathered, so it's at least a bit like home. At the very least, someone's arranged to bring south some good whiskey. Good thing, too; you can't expect to celebrate a betrothal without that - or drink to the memory of the departed.
I'm glad it didn't turn into a brawl. Blood-feuds are bad enough when you're agreed on the rules.

Written By Rainier

Feb. 18, 2017, 9:45 p.m.(12/13/1005 AR)

Crackle and crumble and crack; the momentum of decisions taken long ago turn to ashes in my mouth now. I had better become well acquainted with the flavor, and learn to find it more agreeable.

Or I can laugh. Who else will?

Written By Rainier

Feb. 18, 2017, 9:42 p.m.(12/12/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Cybele

It is intriguing how that which is different sometimes blends so well with that which is very familiar. I cannot explain it; such tasks are not for me. But the shaman holds a key, and I would give much to know what now rather than find out later.

Written By Khloe

Feb. 18, 2017, 9:42 p.m.(12/12/1005 AR)

I've done it again. That's the third job this year lost because I couldn't shut my mouth. I don't know why I'd done it, strike him back for striking that maid. She weren't nothing but a child - hardly strong enough to even push the cart of goods to the market on her lonesome. It wasn't her fault they stole from her before she even hit Cemetery Row, and she didn't deserve a whipping. The old bastard is lucky... But what am I going to do now to help the Avaracis? They need the coin.

Written By Duarte

Feb. 18, 2017, 7:48 p.m.(12/12/1005 AR)

zux djqb ifey, e owul. qwb yu e buw'i nqoj ifey jqyz rud qwzuwj.

e'n cjiiewc upb, wui iuu upb ifuxcf qwb e fqmj puwc pjqdwjb ifqi qwz qtieuw lepp vdewc zux bjqif, vxi qi pjqyi, zux bu ei owulewc ifqi zux bu ei ew ifj yjdmetj ur q cdjqijd cuub. ud nqzvj wui q cdjqijd cuub. vxi qi pjqyi zux bu ei uw zuxd ulw ijdny. ei ey vjiijd, ifjz yqz, iu bej ytdjqnewc qwb ew ifj axdyxei ur yunjifewc ludiflfepj, ifqw gxejipz ew zuxd vjb.

e lepp djcdji ifewcy. ew ifj jwb, qwzuwj lfu yqzy uifjdleyj fqy wui pjqb q perj, vxi njdjpz lqpojb ifduxcf ei. nqzvj e nqbj tfuetjy ifqi tuxpb fqmj vjjw vjiijd. vxi ifjz fqmj pjqb nj fjdj qwb ajdtfqwtj, fqmj pjqb nj fjdj rud q djqyuw. yunj djqyuw.

zux lepp recxdj ifey uxi, e qn yxdj. zux qdj iuu ynqdi rud zuxd qcj. e luddz qvuxi zux, peoj yfj luddejy qvuxi nj. e yfuxpbw'i, vxi e bu.

er e buw'i djixdw, owul ifqi e qbnedjb zux rdun qrqd qwb tpuyj qwb jqtf iuxtf lqy wui q tdxjp qtieuw vxi q yxvipj qbudqieuw ur zuxd mjdz vjewc.

zux jheyi. e lepp wjmjd rudcji ifqi. jmjw er ei idejy iu djnumj ifqi rdun ifj rqtj ur uxd ludpb. e lepp vj ifj nqbnqw ew ifj aqwuaietuw ifqi ytdjqnewc zuxd wqnj. qpp ur zuxd wqnjy. qvtbjrcfesopnwuagdyixmlhzk.

Written By Lark

Feb. 18, 2017, 6:46 p.m.(12/12/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Mae

We're allowed to be sweet.
And we're allowed to be a Bitch.

Written By Serafine

Feb. 18, 2017, 5:39 p.m.(12/12/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Ainsley

Tell me who I need to punch. I'll do it.

Written By Serafine

Feb. 18, 2017, 5:39 p.m.(12/12/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Silas

That the Lord Commander let me sign on is a sign of the times, though I'm certain he would tell me that I'm skilled and people in the lowers like me well enough. I will do what he asks of me and so far, I'm stunned that 'shut up' hasn't been in my daily orders.

He is stalwart, resilient. Someone we need as a Lord Commander of the Irons, with a great deal of common sense. The kind of person you want to work with and not against, whom compromise is his go-to weapon rather than his blade.

Written By Serafine

Feb. 18, 2017, 5 p.m.(12/12/1005 AR)

You can be alone but never lonely. You can run with those you call your kin and still be alone. You can share blood with a hall full of people who share your traits and habits, the slant of your eye or the tone of your skin. You can be there in a crowd and still be Apart.

I recognize it in others, those of us who never quite belong. I see it in my sister, who stands at our Duke's side, that she is alone while surrounded with people who bare our name. Alone, but not lonely.

To run with a pack is a lesson in boundaries, to let others so close and into you that there are no more borders; you can't find where their heartbeat starts and yours stops.

And then there is the true physical nature of being alone: when the forest and the plains open before you and all you have is sky and sun and stars, a moon that glows and the wind that tugs on your hair and your sense. You can be alone like that, aye, and still, never lonely.

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