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Written By Natalia

Oct. 29, 2016, 7:18 p.m.(12/22/1004 AR)

Relationship Note on Alistair

I admit I did not know he was a Prodigal when I invited him for tea. Perhaps an error on my part. I did find him rather interesting for conversation as a tea partner. We are sure to have to do this again.

Written By Serafine

Oct. 29, 2016, 6:36 p.m.(12/22/1004 AR)

Relationship Note on Pietro

The man takes a punch well, if I can say that about him. I was inclined to sit on him right there in the dirt, broken ribs and all before the healers came over to patch him up.

I should have. Maybe Eleyna would have learned a thing or two, so that her husbands would stop finding ways to die just to escape her.

Written By Eleyna

Oct. 29, 2016, 5:50 p.m.(12/22/1004 AR)

Relationship Note on Serafine

Ten blissful years away. Ten years of not being mortified that my sister acts like a peasant. Ten years of never needing to endure another vassal's surprise that, of all people, -she- is my sister.

Ten years ended by finding her on the training grounds, naked as the day she was born. In front of a man of faith, no less.

Of course.

Written By Serafine

Oct. 29, 2016, 5:12 p.m.(12/22/1004 AR)

Relationship Note on Eleyna

Well. The fucking cunt lives, and I hear quite busy. Not one, nor two, but *three* poor men have found their end betwixt that woman's thighs.

And let me guess; they never learn, do they?

I suppose it was too much to hope that she'd be dead by now. As disappointed as I am by this, I've shouldered worse burdens.

Written By Natalia

Oct. 29, 2016, 5:07 p.m.(12/22/1004 AR)

I have found myself telling Alaric about the beauty of the tents in the forest. I also helped to make sure he looks his absolute best. He needed updated clothing and I was sure to get them for him.

My Kingly cousin leaves me to wonder so much. There are times when he looks as if he's just going to wake up and start talking. I wish he would. I wish he could answer the questions in my mind and I wish there was a way to get answers.

Written By Natalia

Oct. 29, 2016, 4:44 p.m.(12/22/1004 AR)

Relationship Note on Aurelian

A scholar. I confess the only thing we have in common is learning about people. However, I find the man to be a wealth of information. He has promised to show me the wonderful knowledge the city has. I cannot wait for such things to come to pass.

Written By Natalia

Oct. 29, 2016, 4:42 p.m.(12/22/1004 AR)

Relationship Note on Nadia

My duchess cousin. She was quick to welcome me into the city when I arrived. It seems as if we are always leaving when the other is arriving. A constant miss of times and obligations, but when we are together. Well the time is wonderful (or drunken and we cannot remember them). I am glad that my cousin is in the city and I am glad that we have found a few occasions to socialize. I am sure there will be more.

Written By Natalia

Oct. 29, 2016, 4:36 p.m.(12/21/1004 AR)

Relationship Note on Gareth

"Be good or the inquisition will get you"

Many have remarked on the differences between myself and my only sibling. They are confused by how one can be so happy and bright and the other so dark. He is perhaps the man that delights in the darker aspects of his job. But he does it for safety of those he cares about.

While I am a Grayson and we would never be prone to show our feelings and thoughts, least we want them known. It does break my heart a little bit. Gareth wasn't always the man he is now. It is just the city never got to meet my brother. The one that now lives in a protective shell of what he was.

Growing up, we were both light and laughter. He would play with me for hours. We would talk about the gossip around Bastion. He was my constant companion that only growing siblings can be. He was more charming than the best courtier. He was more beauti--- strike that -- he was as beautiful as I am. He was a flawless male counterpart. We were in many ways the jewels of Bastion.

Then the world rose against him. Shavs acted as they do and in the end, my brother was tempered by the flames. It didn't kill him. The people don't see that. They don't see that I mourned the brother that I had and have come to greatly love and admire the brother that he is. So while we are different and he allows me the freedom of happiness and the light. I appreciate that he is more the shadows and the darkness, but I know he burns bright. Phoenixes always do.

Written By Natalia

Oct. 29, 2016, 3:48 p.m.(12/21/1004 AR)

Relationship Note on Viktarkim

I greatly dislike being told no. Greatly.

Written By Natalia

Oct. 29, 2016, 3:47 p.m.(12/21/1004 AR)

Relationship Note on Rook

This courtier is a vassal of Grayson. I had him for tea and it was a wonderful conversation. He allowed me to speak freely, which means some of my questions may come off insulting.

He handled this as a courtier was with charm and flattery. I found it interesting as he explained more fully to me what a courtier does and a bit what it means to be a Whisper (although he is not officially one). I find myself with more questions still. So when we have our next tea of course.

Written By Natalia

Oct. 29, 2016, 3:45 p.m.(12/21/1004 AR)

Relationship Note on Cara

The lady is beautiful and I fear quiet where I am excited. I may have suggested her as a match for Michael (although the pie stealer may not deserve her).

I appreciate her poise and I do keep intending to call on her again. I fear that I have a tendency to bid people to taverns and teas where sometimes it is more loud than it is calming. I should ask her hobby perhaps.

Written By Natalia

Oct. 29, 2016, 3:42 p.m.(12/21/1004 AR)

Relationship Note on Salazar

The Pirate Prince -- who is not a prince and I'm not fully sure he's a pirate either. I am not sure what has transpired between the man and myself, but things are distinctly altered.

On first meeting, I was with Aislin (who I am sure I bored most completely) and he was charming and funny and interesting. From then he has been cold and polite in a way that reflects the change. At first, I was curious and now, well now I suppose I shall accept what the Gods have deemed it to be.

The man is still charming and funny for those he deems to dazzle with his pirate charms. I have heard only good things within the city about him.

Written By Natalia

Oct. 29, 2016, 3:38 p.m.(12/21/1004 AR)

Relationship Note on Pietro

Lord Pietro Igniseri is nothing short of entertaining. He was one of the first I met when I came to the fair city. He was the first to send me a gift, a bottle of olive oil, and a princess never forgets the first to send her a gift.

The olive oil was merely because he was bragging and I thought that I should have to try it. Then at the camping trip is was glorious to see him with his family. I should call upon them all soon.

Written By Natalia

Oct. 29, 2016, 3:34 p.m.(12/21/1004 AR)

Relationship Note on Edain

My heroic prince and evader of escort. I got to meet Roland. A more perfect owl does not exist and we are still to go on the hunt. I must admit two things, my dearest reader.

The first is that I have decided that Edain needs more fun in his life. I am not good for missions as I tend to become bored by them. I may though take this as my own. He is truly a good man and good men need good things in life to remember life is good.

The second is that I am more interested in ever in learning how to ... fowl? How to ... hunt with a bird? I am not sure it is falconry if it is not a falcon used. I will have to ask the Heroic Prince.

Written By Natalia

Oct. 29, 2016, 3:30 p.m.(12/21/1004 AR)

Relationship Note on Dagon

I am not even certain what I was expecting when I bid him to be my escort for the camping trip. Then the man had the nerve to stand me up and not attend to me on the way there. I was close to livid. Truly.

However, it seems that he arrived early to help to settle his people. I could not fault that. Well. I could. I have just made the decision to be above that and forgive him. Mainly as he was a delightful escort from the point I arrived to the point we left.

Shockingly delightful actually. I believe I actually got him to laugh instead of just smile. A rarity in Thraxians -- unless they are laughing at you. The second day of festivities when we went to the beach was actually the most enlightening to the man. I believe I will keep him in my rotation of escorts.

I still expect to see the treasure, My Dragon.

Written By Orazio

Oct. 29, 2016, 2:45 p.m.(12/21/1004 AR)

I have allowed my skills with a blade to lapse most abominably over the last two decades. Too much time spent wielding a pen, while the years march on and take away the reflexes I used to be able to count on.

Or perhaps I am just blaming time, when the truth is that I have been lazy. And, of course, that I faced a most superior opponent in Lord Victus Thrax. The man wields a blade like he was born with it - not in the more graceful court styles I have seen in the Lycene, but a style made for the battlefield, meant not to be admired, but to be the most effective on the field.

Much like the style, do I find the man.

Written By Dawn

Oct. 29, 2016, 12:15 p.m.(12/21/1004 AR)

To see the field before the Gray Forest transformed into a city of silk tents was like something from a story book. Sir Silas outdid himself in the construction of the tents; they were exquisite. The people of Arx outdid themselves as well, populating it. For all of our differences, on those nights spent camping outside of the walls, we were one people.

Of special note, the next day Lord Victus Thrax and Princess Sophie Valardin accompanied me on a hunt for boar. The Princess was charged by the beast and lost the lower portion of her robe (but thankfully not her legs). The enraged animal was dispatched by Lord Victus and my own hound Macdon, rather neatly too. Quill and ink can't capture the fear and excitement of that moment, when our hunting party acted in concert to bring the boar down. I'm not a poet and can't do it justice. But it was something I'll never forget.

Pit roasting boar is also the way to go. Cooking it slowly over many hours in a pit made for the most exquisite feast, that evening.

Written By Kima

Oct. 29, 2016, 1:04 a.m.(12/20/1004 AR)

It has been some time since I wrote about my daily doings - which I know is of the utmost importance and concern for those which read my journals. I've very avid fans, as you know. Why, just yesterday I had a young man tear open his tunic and ask me to sign my name over his heart. I obliged him, and was quite pleased to learn that he was immediately on his way to the Boroughs in order to have it etched permanently into his skin.

Dear lad, when you read this, do come around again so that I might see the finished product.

The porridge is still the same. Perhaps worse, actually. Who can eat porridge for breakfast e v e r y s i n g l e d a y? And I don't want to hear: but Kima, you can dress it up. Fruit or nuts can be thrown in, or sweeten it with honey.

No.

There is only so much porridge any sane man or woman can stand. I reached my limit long ago. I don't ask for this. In fact, I explicitly told the cook I would no longer be taking breakfast. Yet there it is, bright and early at my door every morning. As I leave to take my morning run, there he stands, watching me and smiling oddly, "It's important to keep one's strength, Lady-Sir."

So I run, and I think about that porridge, and the cook, whom I've determined is a poet. I truly think I have improved in some areas. Certainly not strength, but my endurance seems to stretch a touch further than before.

That's all routine, of course, and not terribly exciting. Half the shit written down here isn't terribly exciting. More's the pity.

Written By Freja

Oct. 28, 2016, 10:15 p.m.(12/19/1004 AR)

Relationship Note on Ophelia

Well, scratch that. Ophelia is very much a squealing Princess. Not a prince. Not a nephew. She is his favorite -niece-. Blame it on the whiskey, or two. Or bottle. ...you don't have to record -that- *the ink is scratched here, a few ink splotches trailing down the rest of the page*

Written By Freja

Oct. 28, 2016, 10:12 p.m.(12/19/1004 AR)

Relationship Note on Ophelia

The supposed dearest nephew of Duke Niccolo. I had seen her once before, squealing much to the displeasure of my eardrums at the sight of a foal. Come to find out that apparently she is an avid hunter? Now that I did not see coming. She has expressed an interest in hunting a bear, but I am certain she means the literal animal. Any other metaphorical prey would not end well for her. Either way, I have given her my word to take her hunting either down here in the south or up north. If successful, we'll have matching headdresses. I admit that it would be rather cute. ....I mean, fierce. Fierce? Is that the fashion word Natalia used?

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