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Written By Pietro

Oct. 28, 2016, 3:22 p.m.(12/18/1004 AR)

Lord Valkieri Rubino, in his infinite wisdom, has commented that he is sometimes convinced that I am a dog.

Well, then. In considering this, I will note that there is no cleverer hunter than a hound, nor speedier runner towards his target, nor more protective warrior towards his truest friends.

There is none more loyal or true of heart, nor any more game to play, nor ready to embrace pure joy, than the humble hound. There is no one who loves wholly and without condition as a dog does.

In this spirit, then, I accept the compliment and all it so implies.


I should start training up a pup. I miss the kennels at home. Lady Dawn extended an invitation to me to wear out the litters in the Grayson kennels and I may have to take her up on that...

Written By Cara

Oct. 28, 2016, 3:13 p.m.(12/18/1004 AR)

Relationship Note on Beaumont

This man's charm, weaponized, could defend all of Arx from every invader yet known to us as a people.

Dear heavens.

Written By Pietro

Oct. 28, 2016, 2:44 p.m.(12/18/1004 AR)

Lady Sylphie is a charming and wonderful companion, well-dressed and elegant and of course, a wonderful hostess, particularly when you aren't bleeding on her floor. I am honored to bear her company and any man would be a fool not to hang on her wit.

She also completely lost us that croquet match. I'm noting this for posterity and the record, I would have completely won that.

I'm just saying.

Written By Aurora

Oct. 27, 2016, 8:20 p.m.(12/16/1004 AR)

Much like Acacia, tea is not my thing. I was warned though that I was forbidden from spiking any tea there with whiskey even though I did come prepared to do so when the host's attention was diverted away. I was good and tasted the tea as it was intended...with a lot of honey. The iced tea was my favorite, and I was pleased when Sir Silas sent me a sample of the tea to bring home.

Even though my date for the evening did not smile at me once (though he did smile at others), he did show up which I suppose is half the battle. I forgot all the talking points I had prepared, but I did learn that he wishes to feed me to his large snake. Romantic, isn't he? that is not a euphemism, it is a real snake.

Written By Serafine

Oct. 27, 2016, 7:37 p.m.(12/16/1004 AR)

Relationship Note on Audric

The last time I saw this young man, he was passed out, drooling into his furs in a tent he'd pitched out in the wilds. I was on a mourning journey to the southern sea, and he was a pleasant distraction I ran in to on the way.

While many have seen fit to welcome me, I'll admit seeing a face I know and trust (to a degree; the man's only real love is money) was rather nice.

Most of my House barely remembers me. I don't blame them. No one wanted to remember me when I lived here. Black goat was I, aye. And I don't mind, there's no offense.

Written By Cicero

Oct. 27, 2016, 4:57 p.m.(12/16/1004 AR)

Aid to a new home
Never an embarrassment
A prize well deserved

Written By Cicero

Oct. 27, 2016, 10:40 a.m.(12/15/1004 AR)

The game of croquet
The wickets set on the field
What language is this

Written By Eos

Oct. 26, 2016, 9:55 p.m.(12/13/1004 AR)

It is a blessing to say that I enjoy my family to the last member, including those that might not be blood but have become so familiar over the years as to be as good as, to be able to go to a dinner without dread for having to see some nuisance cousin or listen to inane gossip. It is as much a blessing that when I looked around the table at the recent Malvici-Saik dinner, I could not say there was one soul amongst us that was not driven, capable, loyal, and reliable; not a pound of wasted flesh.

Written By Calypso

Oct. 26, 2016, 12:42 p.m.(12/12/1004 AR)

The construction on the Malvici Hall is coming along nicely. I think we'll be ready to start moving out of the Inn and in to our own home very soon. In celebration of this feat (a thing I'm very sure my brother will be proud of when he returns to the city!) I decided to host a small dinner party. Very small. Saik and Malvici only small. But it was delightful to sit around a table and smell the spices of Lyceum fill the air and eat well. Everyone talked about their goals and their desires. It was nice to let my guard down for an evening and simply exist among familiar faces.

Eos will be holding a drinking contest at the Hall soon as well. I am glad he is doing his part to keep spirits high, but I am thankful I will be out of the city when it happens. I will be irate if my home smells of vomit when I return.

Written By Cicero

Oct. 26, 2016, 11:45 a.m.(12/12/1004 AR)

Breakfast among friends
Responsibilities paused
Plans for ascension

Written By Gisele

Oct. 26, 2016, 10:15 a.m.(12/12/1004 AR)

The silver lining of the building that once housed my shop being sold is that it forces me out to remind myself that there is a world outside my door. A very large and very complicated world, where I must find storage space for my stock, a place to live, and funds sufficient to find a new space to rent.

But this is a silver lining. Surely it is. There is purpose here and it's for the best. Good will come of it. Even if that good is only the opportunity to rest my hands, preserve my supply of ink and paints, and practice speaking with real people.

How bad can it be?

Written By Orazio

Oct. 26, 2016, 9:37 a.m.(12/12/1004 AR)

To the Faithful Reader:

This is an entirely personal entry, so if you were perusing my journals with hopes of another mini-sermon, you shall be disappointed. And yes, I am aware that no one does that, but leave an aging man his pleasures of the pen. I do not get to sermonize much in my current position.

I cannot remember the last time I was invited to a dinner that was not related to my duty as the Archlector, so the invitation I received from Lady Calypso was as rare as it was welcome. The hospitality was, as expected from the Lyceum, exquisite, but it was the company that made the night. Lord Eos, Lady Kima, and the courtier Master Saedrus rounded out the evening's guests, to my pleasure. I cannot say whether I made good company, for it has been a while, but for me, the evening was a most pleasant one.

Written By Orazio

Oct. 26, 2016, 9:31 a.m.(12/12/1004 AR)

Relationship Note on Calypso

I remember her when she was much younger, eschewing the typical pastimes of young noblewomen for an intense interest in the arts of war. With time, she has become more refined and confident in her power, as a commander and otherwise, but I do not believe she has ever lost that core of strength and passion. It is good to see.

Written By Serafine

Oct. 26, 2016, 4:01 a.m.(12/11/1004 AR)

[the pages are stuck together and are impossible to pry apart]

Written By Silas

Oct. 26, 2016, 3:53 a.m.(12/11/1004 AR)

Relationship Note on Aurora

Mistress Aurora Thornburn is a talented tailor within the city.

She also seems fond of my cousin Horatio, for whatever reason, and I think the feeling may be mutual if their interactions at the tea tasting were any indication.

I find this hilarious.

Written By Silas

Oct. 26, 2016, 3:50 a.m.(12/11/1004 AR)

I did not expect to be holding a tea party at any point, but with the arrival of my brother and his interest in seeing our family move into the tea trade, I took the initiative and organized a small get-together to showcase our first tea forays. I am more of an ale and wine sort, so my knowledge of tea is limited at best, but thankfully Lazarus was present to enlighten those with questions and make his sales pitch. It was a successful pitch: Lady Dawn, Lady Samantha, and Mistress Acacia made order requests and Lazarus was thrilled when we got back to the manor. It was like watching a puppy with a bone.

I put my carpentry skills to work and fashioned a tea box for everyone who attended and tasted our teas. I included a sachet of one of the blends served at the party, at random. Those who attend each party we have henceforth may use them to start their own personal collections.

Written By Acacia

Oct. 26, 2016, 2:09 a.m.(12/11/1004 AR)

Well. I learned that tea isn't my thing.

I've tolerated tea before in the right company, but usually only to try to convey some subtle message of one sort or another in the process. I'm far from being a leaf-reading, taste-inspecting savant though and I'm not sure I could tell the difference between most types or qualities.

There was one towards the end though which reminded me of red berries and apples -- and it was surprisingly fairly delicious. I asked Sir Silas for a case, but with instructions that I could shove at someone to ensure it was made properly. A certain physician comes to mind for things like this.

Either way, it was interesting meeting another of the Mercier family. Sir Silas had mentioned that I should run into his brother Master Lazarus at some point, but I never got the chance. Bad first impressions? Well. Perhaps they make it more interesting.

Mistress Ianthe was amusing as ever and if anyone is wondering, apparently scones are the way to that woman's heart. Or at least, it's perhaps one way. She keeps laughter dancing on her eyes enough that occasionally I'd love to just crack open her head and see what quips she has hidden inside of it.

Blacktongue is ever fascinating. He has so many different sides and tiny tidbits are always revealed in just about everything he says. They're incredibly fun to silently collect. We might have different viewpoints on what constitutes a Ray of Sunshine, but Family is one thing I get.

Others attended, including the Marquesa Samantha Deepwood -- a naturally affable woman who I need to make time for at some point.

Overall though, the Mercier Men -- all of them -- did a great job. I'm sure the people who like tea appreciate it, or perhaps more importantly, will pay for it.

Written By Acacia

Oct. 26, 2016, 1:54 a.m.(12/11/1004 AR)

Relationship Note on Lazarus

I kind of stand by the fact that whiskey can pair with just about anything, but I imagine this Mercier brother might say the same thing about his teas. I've floated through a lot of different circles over the years, but I suppose I just never spent time around tea drinkers. There's a whole etiquette associated that continues to elude me. The disdain for me adding a delicious bit of whiskey to my leafy little drink was as if I called his loved one corn smut or something. Yes, corn smut. The man's so knowledgeable that he actually knows that this is a thing.

If anyone has seen his brother, Sir Silas, try to sell things via a sales pitch -- they should probably know that he doesn't. His skills either show themselves, or they don't, and everyone goes on with their day without fanfare. Master Lazarus was the opposite. I'm fairly certain he could spend a whole day talking about the properties of dark leaf versus ... well, other leaf teas. He deserves credit for it. He's done his research and is cut from that kind of cloth.

A man with a dedicated eye for new things to sell and a willingness to do it well and thoroughly isn't that bad of an acquaintance to have. Just, maybe we should meet over alcohol instead.

Written By Ianthe

Oct. 25, 2016, 11:51 p.m.(12/10/1004 AR)

The tea tasting event hosted by Silas Mercier was much more enjoyable that I would have thought such a thing to be. I don’t really -do- tea parties. Drinking glasses of whiskey in a crowded bar is much more my style, but, there tend to be less pastries in bars, so perhaps I need to change my ‘style’.

I don’t think I’m ever going to enjoy tea, but I am rather intrigued by the brothers Mercier. Our philosophies on selling are very different, I think, but I suspect that to be the result of differing personalities and offerings than a mistake made on either side. The Merciers offer products and must convince buyers to purchase. Customers don’t need to be lured for the types of things I seek to sell. It’s simply a matter of matching the right buyer with their heart’s desire.

I’ll admit, I enjoyed the company more than the tea. Mistress Acacia Culler is a delight, as always. I have thought that we should go out drinking together, but tea was not the beverage I had in mind. Marquessa Samantha Deepwood was there as well, but there was no time to speak with her between trying to drink the tea, stuff my face with scones, and maintain a semi-civil conversation. Another time perhaps. I can’t forget Master Blacktongue, either. His humor is sharp as a skinning knife. It certainly came close to peeling away any sense of propriety I have left a number of times.

I brought up the idea of hosting some sort of bazaar, but I might pass that particular duty off to Josie. If she wants to be Guild Master, she’ll need to be the face of the guild.

Written By Donella

Oct. 25, 2016, 10:56 p.m.(12/10/1004 AR)

Relationship Note on Donrai

My grandfather, the Prince of Maelstrom, for whom I was named to honor, and who I would have succeeded, had I been a prince instead of a princess. I have long known (for so I was taught) that my future, my fortunes, my very life was dependent on his good will. Even confined to a litter, there is no stronger leader, and anyone who tells you otherwise is selling something. I tell you, the man still lives because Death is afraid to claim him. And I am his Voice and his student.

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