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Written By Marius

Feb. 9, 2017, 2:35 p.m.(11/22/1005 AR)

So they've chosen a new Dominus. Good. The matter was taking far too long to settle, in my mind. Of course, it might be the Abandoned in me that says, "Why not just put an arrow through that broken one and be done with it," but there are processes and procedures, and let it never be said I would ask the Faith to act hastily. If the Dominus speaks for the gods, a good one should be chosen with care.

I look forward to meeting the new Dominus - Aldwin, he's named - and I hope he proves himself worthy of the title. He won't build many bridges to those of us who hold to shamanism if he behaves like the previous one.

I am, again, impressed by my liege's actions. Prince Edain was resolute and steadfast in his convictions. He acquitted himself perfectly in this time of trial, and I - and my whole family - am proud of the way he handled the matter.

Written By Marius

Feb. 9, 2017, 2:30 p.m.(11/22/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Simone

We've been married five years, and I find myself drawn to her more closely with each passing day. She is inestimable, without peer in every way one can imagine. She is a true equal, and her strengths balance my weaknesses well. She is a voice of reason and calm, no matter how my blood might boil. I could not have asked for a better wife than Simone, and am grateful to the gods - new and old - that she is mine.

Written By Iona

Feb. 9, 2017, 8:08 a.m.(11/21/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Aldwin

A new Dominus has been chosen. I missed his first public appearance, nor do I know the man.

However, I did have honor of meeting the man when I visited the cathedral early one morning. Obviously, I was not expecting to meet, nevermind share a discussion with the man who has caught the eyes of the Compact right now. That was awkward.

We shared the same sunrise, and spoke of yesterday and tomorrow. It was not only pleasant, but surprisingly insightful.

If this is where the Faith is headed as a whole, then perhaps I can once more see beauty in the Faith itself.

A lovely man indeed.

Written By Max

Feb. 9, 2017, 7:25 a.m.(11/21/1005 AR)

We battled in the north woods today. A group of shavs headed by a Bringer and... I'm not sure what. The battle was conclusive, though the Knights of Solace took heavy losses. The Bringer is dead. The undetermined woman is dead.

Darkwater lost men today, but that is the cost of battle. We know the five men who died today died to protect the city, to protect the compact, and in doing so, protect their homes in Darkwater.

Orsin Athol, an Orphan of Tidemarsh.
Kenick Dockside, of Darkwater Watch.
Maris Jormond of Tyde Hall.
Danny the Silent, no known surname, no known home.
Macklan S'Miri, of Darkwater Watch.

These men died today to defend the Greysons. To defend mainlanders. They join a half company of their allies who fell in the battle against the Iron Traitors. I do not like throwing away lives. But a life spent in defense of others, is not wasted.

I look forward to when the Greysons offer ships to defend Darkwater Watch from the threats that come to it.

Written By Silas

Feb. 9, 2017, 3:35 a.m.(11/20/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Torian

Sometimes his intentions are as clear as day.

Sometimes I don't understand him at all.

Written By Cara

Feb. 9, 2017, 3:23 a.m.(11/20/1005 AR)

I am at last free to write in my journal again -- though I feel, perhaps, that the brothers and sisters of the Archive would not have turned me away, I didn't quite feel right in taking part in the sacred task of Vellichor whilst cut off from the Faith.

I suppose I'm just a sentimentalist.

Though it may not have been strictly necessary to do so in such a public way, it was my thinking that to mend the breach between us and the Faith both required and deserved something of a larger display. I wanted it to be seen and to be understood, and so it was, and by the grace of the Dominus we are made reconciled. In such dangerous days as this, it is more important than ever that the Faith and the High Lords -- and the very Crown -- work together and rely on one another.

We cannot get through this alone. The enemies we face are simply too powerful for any one group or individual, no matter how heroic, to prevail.

Now, that being said, it seems that there is a wedding in my near future. I've been blessed with dear friends and family to help me overcome my reticence -- the heavens know my last wedding brings nothing but tainted memories to mind -- and I am pleased that there might be a small touch of something happy to celebrate in the sadness, though there is so much of it. So many dear ones are gone, missing or lost to us, and we are so diminished for their absence. I can only believe, though, that we must seize our happiness, no matter how brief, for recent events prove nothing if they do not prove how fleeting and precious such moments are.

May the gods watch over us, and send us their grace, for surely it is gravely needed now.

Written By Joslyn

Feb. 9, 2017, 2:43 a.m.(11/20/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Calypso

I met the Lady General in an impromptu bit of fight night. Armored up in Juliet's armor. (Note: Get Rubicund) And I had a spar. I think she took it a little easier than she would have, but I managed to surprise her with my skill and managed to knock her to the ground. She fights well, and I'll just be thankful I managed to stay on my feet. I'll have to spar with her again. It was a good time.

Written By Rymarr

Feb. 9, 2017, 12:31 a.m.(11/20/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Reese

A Grayson Princess and stalwart member of the Iron Guard. They're lucky to have her.

She seems able to devote herself to a worthy cause. On top of that fact she has a bravery streak to her. I can only hope that she will maintain that habit, without it getting her killed.

Written By Isolde

Feb. 8, 2017, 10:41 p.m.(11/20/1005 AR)

Grief is the strangest of the Passions to me. It always becomes anger, hate, fear, it's never it's own separate force, it's own beast that seeks to claw itself from my heart to overtake my mind. Over the past few weeks, however, I began to truly understand how insidious Grief is, and how for even the practiced Mirrormask, can be a danger, if not controlled.

Grief does not burn hot, consuming the heart and mind. It is not cold, an ice that freezes or snaps. The only metaphor I can attribute would be poison. Deadly poison, undetectable in most ways, that works its way through the body, wrapping around the heart, squeezing ever so slightly, but constantly, until one can't remember how it should feel, only the way it feels with those bands about it.

It snakes up into the mind, after curling those soft bands around the throat, applying pressure, to be sure, but trapping words, twisting them, making it so what one thinks and what one says are so very slightly out of harmony, until one is not sure of their own state. It wraps about the ears, like thorny vines, twisting the words coming in as quiet, as subtle as those that flow through the lips. It distorts just enough until one's own mind cripples, isolates, destroys trust and reason.

Make no mistake, Grief is a Passion, like any other... it can be controlled, used, made to serve one instead of being strangled and suffocated. It is a darkness we all feel at some point in our lives, and can turn the saintly into sinners, even before it reaches the depths of despair. One must be careful with it, however... to much force, too much brute strength of will only scatters it, leaves it lingering to infect once that pressure is lessened. Too little and it slimes its way out of the grasp, choking harder in retribution of one's defiance.

I have learned, for me, at least, Grief is not something to tackle alone. Certainly only my own will can truly own it, use it, but it takes others -- a Father, a Brother, a Sister, More than one Friend, a Love -- to give the grounding necessary to overcome the bitch. Only by those that stand with me, can I take a full breath, see the colors painted in the world. Bit by bit, I burn away the Grief that clouds my mind, that strangles my voice. Bit by bit, I transform the cracks in my heart that will never heal, into something beautiful, a work of art painted in gold, making me, not whole, but transformed. Filling the fractures that will ever remain, with precious love, warmth, affection, community, and making me better for it. Grief is not a path to strength, I think, at least not for me... instead, it is a path to a transformed outlook, a way to remind me that the world is beautiful for the people around me, and worth being better for.

It is a different kind of strength I am used to wielding, but perhaps, given time, practice, and those around me, it will be the greatest strength I have ever known. Maybe this is what she saw when she looked at me, this piece of art, vibrant, treasure, strong. I'll keep working on it.

Written By Dominique

Feb. 8, 2017, 6:28 p.m.(11/19/1005 AR)

I had a moment yesterday to get acquainted with Dame Ida's new pet, Runtystiltskin. I also had a chance to spar with her. She is steep competition with just her fists! It is nice to be able to spar with someone that is of my own gender. You know.. land a strike once in a while.

Written By Rymarr

Feb. 8, 2017, 5:59 p.m.(11/19/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Aleksei

It has become my personal goal to bring Sir Aleksei Morgan into the collective fold that is service to His Imperial Majesty, King Alaric Grayson IV.

Sir Aleksei has already thrown out many excuses as to why he is unqualified, yet each has been defeated as soundly as Sir Aleksei has defeated many a foe throughout his career as a knight.

It is only a matter of time and a matter of the people believing that Sir Aleksei Morgan could be an unorthodox, but still quite effective protector of the Crown as a member of the most august protects of His Majesty, the King's Own.

I have unerring faith in Sir Aleksei that he will, with time and reflection, come to recognition the immense amount of good he will be capable of when he does finally give in to destiny. I will welcome him with open arms when that time arrives and seek to take his vow myself if permitted.

Gods be praised.

Written By Rowan

Feb. 8, 2017, 5:44 p.m.(11/19/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Bianca

Interruption seems to be the theme of my meetings with Lady Bianca Wyrmguard, but that's no fault of her own. As adept a mind as she seems to be, I doubt that she has the mental acumen or the temperament to turn the day to fucking night, even if it might get her out of conversing with the likes of me. She's a steady thinker, and holds to the facts without being blown too far from the road by every curious wind. I'm glad to have made her acquaintance.

Written By Victus

Feb. 8, 2017, 5:19 p.m.(11/19/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Aldwin

He lifted the excommunication on Donella. That by itself would've made me think well of him. But we had a talk, sometime past, that left me with a positive impression.

The Faith will choose what Dominus they will, regardless of my fucking approval.

Still, I approve.

Written By Aislin

Feb. 8, 2017, 5:04 p.m.(11/19/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Rowan

Lord Rowan is an interesting man; the more we interact, the more I realize we have in common. I wouldn't have thought that, at first glance: a tattooed elk-riding shaman, and someone who is all but a field Scholar who simply refuses to actually /join/ the Vellichorian temple.

But the truth is, we share a similar curiosity, a similar desire to /understand/ the world. A similar willingness to push the boundaries in hopes of reclaiming the things we've forgotten. (And also a similar fondness for perching in trees.)

He's one of those handful I could see myself adventuring with quite successfully. I don't have a lot of close friends like that. So the ones who have that potential to become such... well, they're worth remembering.

Written By Aleksei

Feb. 8, 2017, 4:51 p.m.(11/19/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Holden

My oldest brother is a stuck-up, Oathlander bore who doesn't say /anything/.

And he'll have to catch me first.

Written By Dagon

Feb. 8, 2017, 4:45 p.m.(11/19/1005 AR)

The Dominus has accepted my request to join the ranks of the Faithful. I am now a Disciple of Mangata. If someone had asked me a few months ago if I would have expected to be walking down this road, I wouldn't have guessed it.

Written By Holden

Feb. 8, 2017, 4:38 p.m.(11/19/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Aleksei

My younger brother is an impulsive man-child. He says whatever it is that comes to his mind. Mm. Proud to know 'im.
Someday soon, I'm gonna end up punchin' him square in the face.

Written By Donella

Feb. 8, 2017, 3:26 p.m.(11/19/1005 AR)

Gods be praised for being cleared of the excommunication. And the representatives of the faith who heard my appeal at their conclave. And the new Dominus.

It feels like forever since I have been allowed to sit here, and make my communion with the page, and collect my thoughts. I didn't know that I would miss a comfort as commonplace. I am glad that what I had written privately on my own could be added to my folio, for the sake of completion, though I never intend that other eyes should read the contents of my black journals. Much of the time, my words are my attempts to find myself, reading between the lines. Sometimes they shame me, and other times, I discover things to encourage me.

These days have been a test, and a test that in many respects I have failed. So many questions. So few clear choices. My head at war with my spirit. The days are frightening and lonely ones. There are a few hands to reach for, though in the dark times, for strength, wisdom... and aid.

And my journals.

Written By Ida

Feb. 8, 2017, 3:18 p.m.(11/19/1005 AR)

Elk are majestic creatures and ones, apparently, used rather skillfully as war animals by the Greenmarch family. It is hardly a secret that I have a great fondness for probably every last one of them and feel a bit of kinship. To say I've been honored by their trust in my work as well as their kindness almost goes without saying. But still - worth saying. As usual, though, I follow a tangent a bit.

Sometimes nature has other plans for her creatures, which seems to be the case with Runtystiltskin. So named by Lady Niamh Greenmarch, he is a runt of a war elk who likely would not fare well in the wilderness and is certainly too small to serve as a proper war elk. To say that I am beyond thrilled and grateful that he is now in my charge would be an understatement! If he doesn't seem to mind it, I'm going to see how well he can balance weapons in his antlers soon enough...

Written By Michael

Feb. 8, 2017, 3:04 p.m.(11/19/1005 AR)

The sun disappeared yesterday--not for long, not forever, but long enough. The upset, the ways in which it influenced so many, feels like evidence of the state of Arx.

So many remain unsettled. So many give into panic. I refuse. If doom aims to rear its head, I will not yield to worry. I will not give into panic. Minds greater than me will have plenty to say about what can be done, but in the interim, I will do what I can to maintain the peace.

I hold my resolve.

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