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Written By Silas

Dec. 15, 2016, 11:21 p.m.(5/23/1005 AR)

And thus, the life of the dead is placed in the memory of the living.

Farewell, my friend, you will be missed. As knights, we acknowledge that we must be vigilant and ready for our end for it may come at any time. But don't be disappointed if I'm not eager to join you any time soon.

I will make sure, however, that you are properly avenged.

Written By Selene

Dec. 15, 2016, 11:13 p.m.(5/23/1005 AR)

the many ways
the human heart
can bruise

so much like
in the shades
of over-ripening fruit

sometimes like
a war that I
will lose

Written By Bethany

Dec. 15, 2016, 11:08 p.m.(5/23/1005 AR)

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

It has been a day.

First, the good. It was a successful tea-shop opening. Even if the fortune that I was given with my pastry was rather grim.

(Thank you, Lisette.)

Second, Archscholar validated me. That has set my mind at ease. I move onto the next individual in my learning quest, and I hope that it will serve as the first steps into my future initiation into the Scholars.

Third, it seems as though I have sourced a writer for the project that I agreed to organize, and they are - well, he is considering it. Master Branan is now easily considered a peer. I apologized, he accepted, and I do hope that he will be a valuable contact and ally in the future.

(Also: coin tricks.)

Last, the terrible. I did not personally know the Baron Saik - but, I can mourn the loss of life, of any life. Even if it is difficult to show the necessary emotions... I know that his absence will pain everyone in the Saik Greenlands and my heart pains for them.

Written By Saedrus

Dec. 15, 2016, 10:26 p.m.(5/23/1005 AR)

I feel as though I've been struck. Like every last ounce of air has been stolen from me--

I cannot breathe.

Written By Serafine

Dec. 15, 2016, 10:19 p.m.(5/23/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Aksel

What's this about bears, then?

Written By Dagon

Dec. 15, 2016, 10:10 p.m.(5/23/1005 AR)

Today I became angry.

So I had one thrall use a wine bottle to beat another thrall to the point of unconsciousness.

I was no longer angry after that.

Written By Morrighan

Dec. 15, 2016, 9:56 p.m.(5/23/1005 AR)

To say that I'm shocked over the loss of Baron Eos Saik would be a great understatement. I had only met the man once, but it was a unique meeting I don't think most would encounter often. It isn't every day that you wander off towards the outskirts of the Gray Forest to find a deer leaping out of the brush with a giant lion chasing after it. It made a lasting impression, when the Baron came out along on his steed, and I had hoped to converse with him more than that brief encounter. He seemed a very interesting man, and I extend my condolences to his family and friends. Whatever or whoever the cause, I sincerely hope it's found - then destroyed, lest it happens to someone else. The Compact has had enough loss as it is.

Written By Lydia

Dec. 15, 2016, 9:16 p.m.(5/23/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Aksel

AAAAaaaaaaahhhhh!

I have the *best* gossip! The best! I can't keep it in!

So, Aksel, right, he made a bet with Serafine that he could wrestle three bears at once, and Aksel is very good, so that seems doable, right?

Well, the bet was that if he lost, he had to go on a date with her - and while wearing a dress!

And guess what???

He lost! And he's in our dining room right now on a date with Serafine and in the darlingest dress!

Now you know he could have won if he wanted, so there's no other way around it - our Aksel is smitten.

Written By Juliet

Dec. 15, 2016, 9:14 p.m.(5/23/1005 AR)

I admit, the death of Baron Eos Saik came as a shock to me.

We were close. In many ways, he felt like a father. We talked about many things, and there was always a sense of mutual respect.

The last time we talked, I lost my patience with him. He apologised, of course. He always did.

I joked to Saedrus that he'd return, and we'd talk, and everything would be as it always were. That I'd easily forgiven any slight, and looked forward to seeing him again.

Well.

Shit.


We lost a great man.

I offer my condolences to those that knew him. Should you want to remember him, to celebrate his life, then... Well. I will be available. And I am sure there will be a wonderful ceremony for him as well.

Written By Isolde

Dec. 15, 2016, 9:06 p.m.(5/23/1005 AR)

Eos was my friend.

I have precious few of them. Whatever did this, whatever dared do this... I will rip your throat out with my fucking teeth.

Hail, Baroness Saik. Let Velenosa join in your wrath. No one may harm us unpunished.

Rest well, my darling. May the Thirteenth keep you by his side, so I may see you again soon.

Written By Rowan

Dec. 15, 2016, 7:46 p.m.(5/23/1005 AR)

Arriving to Arx? Relief. Not for reaching the great beacon of civiliation on the equally great hill, no, but because I'd run out of mead two days prior and my elk gets to acting like he has a thorn in his ass when the mead runs out.

The city is as it's always said to be, a great spectacle of granduer and power. No one ever spoke to me about the ocean though. How anyone could carry on about the city with the vastness of the sea stretching out from its foundations is beyond my simple understanding.

I have never wandered far from the Greenwood. The most I'd seen of seas were in the paintings around the castle. Stories, pictures, even the fine works of art, don't do it justice. I lost track of the hours I knelt in the surf, listening to the waves and the seabreeze. If nothing else comes of this trip, if I went home to my familiar wooded trails tomorrow, meeting the sea has made the trip worthwhile.

Written By Halsim

Dec. 15, 2016, 4:51 p.m.(5/22/1005 AR)

Despite the reputation and rumors surrounding it, I've always found Inquisition work to be fulfilling.

Can it get dirty? You bet. Can it get demanding? Definitely? Can it get dangerous? Only if you do it wrong. We safeguard the Compact from threats within and without, and I'm proud to have been a part of that for a decade.

Now, I'm back after a lengthy tour in the south, and I'm already hearing troubling rumors. Time to get to work.

Written By Mason

Dec. 15, 2016, 4:08 p.m.(5/22/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Eirene

She beat me down, but at least I didn't do too poorly?

I like her. Says what she thinks and stands by it. Arx could do with more with people like her.

Though I think she needs to give herself a bit more credit with things. Still, be more than happy to do that again. Even if I lose. Repeatedly.

Written By Cassius

Dec. 15, 2016, 2:40 p.m.(5/22/1005 AR)

Another day passes. Another day of uncertainty and trying to fit into a world that does not make much sense to me. It is so much easier out on the road, where saying what you mean and meaning what you say is all that matters.

But maybe that's my mistake. Sophie said about that today. I think, at least. Speak truthfully, and they will understand, or at the least, they will respect the honesty.

Will that work here, in Arx? I suppose I'll find out soon...

Written By Valencia

Dec. 15, 2016, 2:13 p.m.(5/22/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Rymarr

I have had the great pleasure of meeting the chivalrous and dedicated knight Sir Rymarr. I will admit upon first meeting the man I was nearly daunted. Stern, painfully professional and relentlessly unflinching, though not unkind. But it was his eyes that caught my attention first. There is a sweetness there I wish I could see more of. Since then, what little I have seen of his smile has made me smile in turn and I am doubly certain that there is something lovely and wonderful below that cool exterior. He even came to Redrain Villa for the Bear Wresting. I was so delighted to see him there, I cannot even begin to explain. Whether or not he will continue to allow or even encourage me to venture past his guarded demeanor I know not. Regardless, I seem to be becoming very fond of the man. ~~~<@

Written By Mason

Dec. 15, 2016, 1:10 p.m.(5/22/1005 AR)

So often I find myself writing more and more. And my thoughts often return to home. There are times where I do not miss the politics of Eurus, the mentality, and I really do prefer the people in Arvum compared that to my own. Their nobility has a certain less...ruthlessness about them. I don't feel like I'm walking on glass as much as I did when I was in Ahj'on.

That being said, I still miss the desert. I miss the food. I miss the sights that I do not see in Arvum. I miss hearing the prayers to Ahj'on sing out from the temple.

And through the days, my thoughts go the songs of my people, songs passed down through the ages, back to days after we escaped our chains. There was one in particular that I shared during my expedition through the desert. I write it down here so that in my old age the words do not leave me.

Deep in the ocean, dead and cast away
Where innocence is burned in flames
A million mile from home, I'm walking ahead
I'm frozen to the bones, I am...

A soldier on my own, I don't know the way
I'm riding up the heights of shame
I'm waiting for the call, the hand on the chest
I'm ready for the fight and fate

The sound of iron clash is stuck in my head,
The thunder of the drums dictates
The rhythm of the falls the number of deaths
The rising of the heights ahead

From the dawn of time to the end of days
I will have to run away
I want to feel the pain and the bitter taste
Of the blood on my lips again

The steady burst of sand is burning my hands,
I'm frozen to the bones, I am
A million mile from home, I'm walking away
I can't remind your eyes, your face


Ironic how given the days stretch on how they do, I find the song more relevant as the days pass.

Written By Eirene

Dec. 15, 2016, 12:25 p.m.(5/22/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Sophie

**As reported by Carissa**

Why the fuck not. Tell her yes.

**Message sent**

Your highness, I would be honored to bring my skill and service to the Society of Explorers. Consider this my acceptance. I am at your disposal regarding the remains.

Written By Pietro

Dec. 15, 2016, 12:08 p.m.(5/22/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Samantha

I had a very enjoyable dinner with the Marquesa Deepwood last night. She hosts a lovely table and we spoke throughout the evening on many things, comparing notes about our respective homes.

I look forward to hosting her at a dinner here at the Domus sometime! And maybe recommending her to Lady Sylvie for one at the Palazzo, whose table I recommend constantly.

Written By Rymarr

Dec. 15, 2016, 12:08 p.m.(5/22/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Samantha

It is not often one can say that they met someone for the first time while watching a man wrestle a bear. It is not often one can say that the second time which they met someone it was to discuss disease, health, and then proceed to engage in a friendly mock-battle with a Redrain Princess.

I should count myself lucky to be able to say both of these things in relation to my experience with Marquessa Samantha Deepwood.

From a noble family much like my own. If the rumors and gossip which I've overheard are any indicator, then we are far more similar in that our families have suffered misfortune. If any noble of the current era were to understand, then I feel that it would be a Deepwood.

She has made it quite clear through her words and hopes that she has the Compact, and the greater good, in her heart when it comes to the safety and well-being of the masses. She is, in effect, what I feel that every noble lord and lady should strive to be. Whether they take up the sword or not, duty to the call of war can not rule our existence. We must make peace in peaceful times.

Compare such an outlook to the tragedy which her name has suffered and it will be discovered what nobility looks like, persevering and surging forward no matter the unfortunate events. The very words of Lyonesse - Prevail Through Calamity.

Written By Eirene

Dec. 15, 2016, 11:07 a.m.(5/22/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Rymarr

**Cross referenced from Carissa, Eirene's aide de camp**

Ugh. If my eyes roll any more they'll fall out of my head. Just... tell him it's not him it's me. Guys like that. Make it sound polite and fancy and all... Sam did invite him to join us so it's not like he burst in and shit.

**Message delivered**

Sir Lyonesse, I took no offence at your addition to our conversation; after all the Marquessa did invite you to join the discussion. I fear my abrupt departure may have been taken as an interpretation of frustration, and I apologize for any misconception on my part.

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