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Written By Aureth

Nov. 22, 2016, 10:56 p.m.(3/10/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Hana

Almost twenty years ago, a woman was in and out of my life like a whirlwind. I was young. I wasn't particularly innocent. I'm not sure I ever have been. The point is: she was there and then gone again, and it's not that I never thought of it again, but I certainly never thought more of it.

I know that a white journal is a public speech, and while I don't think that many are particularly interested in what I have to say -- unlike others of my family, I am not a particularly entertaining source of drama -- I do not know what value it may have that I tell the world this, if there is any value to be had in it at all.

All right.

I have a daughter.

I didn't know. I might never have known. Her mother knew what I was, and probably guessed at what I was likely to become; her mother made that call.

But now she is an adult, and she has unmade that choice for herself.

I have a daughter. Her name is Hana Grayhope. I give her the name freely, if she wants to take it. I give her whatever comes with the name, whatever protection, whatever ... attendant social grace or, unfortunately, lack thereof.

A father is supposed to give you a lot of things that she's never had from me, and I have no idea what any of them are, but I'm pretty sure if anybody has anything to say against her, I'll owe them a black eye.

I don't love you, kid, because I barely know who you are. But whatever else I am, I'm here, and I'll say it public same as I would in private.

Family's what matters to me.

Written By Natalia

Nov. 22, 2016, 10 p.m.(3/10/1005 AR)

Sometimes people just need to get gifts. Sometimes it is better to give gifts and picture the faces of the receivers.

Written By Dominique

Nov. 22, 2016, 9:08 p.m.(3/10/1005 AR)

I hate when your heart and your head want two different things. I am stuck between duty and desire. I'm in pain. (Drips of wax across the page) Someone's coming. I'll finish this thought later.

Written By Tulasam

Nov. 22, 2016, 7 p.m.(3/10/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Dawn

She sees my vision and she will support it. I need to talk with the others in this city and I want to open my show and I want my dream to seized. I need to speak with the other voices and hands. I will find them and pitch them the concept.

Written By Eirene

Nov. 22, 2016, 6:37 p.m.(3/10/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Orazio

It was good to see him even if the circumstances surrounding are way too damn dire to even consider. I wish it was entirely different though. We were never close but we were friendly enough. Some weird late night philosophical discussions...

I see old faces of people I knew in my youth and they reassure me that -SOME- bastards here know what they're doing. And it's good to have a clergyman I can trust in a high position who can -do- something about all of this.

But as part of our conversation went; someone is taking out the old hard bastards who have lived and seen plenty of shit in their day. Leaving all these untested youth behind to face gods only know what...

How long until we're next and the funerals are for us?

Written By Marian

Nov. 22, 2016, 4:52 p.m.(3/10/1005 AR)

Alis received an odd gift of a dead fowl today. She requested that I bear witness to her bearing it unaided to the kitchens. I do not know if this is a prank or a strange courtship ritual, but I find it exceedingly puzzling.

Written By Calypso

Nov. 22, 2016, 4:34 p.m.(3/9/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Anze

I am no expert in romance. Not by a long shot. But when a man shows up at your door with a 10-point buck over his shoulders, you don't turn him away.

Luckily, I rather enjoy his company as well. Driven, passionate northerner that he is. He fights like any true champion I've ever seen and he's straight forward which I appreciate.


... I have no idea what I'm doing ...

Yes. One up the buck. I'd like to see this.

Written By Alis

Nov. 22, 2016, 4:28 p.m.(3/9/1005 AR)

Marian is looking at me quite strangely as a dead turkey is delivered; and then even moreso as a haul it //by myself// to the kitchens, refusing the help of the equally puzzled servants.

The only explanation I have given, of course, is that someone thinks he is funny, and I am not weak! NOT W-E-A-K. I hope you heard that all the way in your ward, Prince!

Written By Donella

Nov. 22, 2016, 4:18 p.m.(3/9/1005 AR)

I am flattered that people bother to read my scribblings. I am doubly flattered they seem to think I am crafty enough to cultivate some torrid love affair behind the scenes.

By all means, though, continue to send pastry! Offer to maim for me! You romantics, you.

Written By Eirene

Nov. 22, 2016, 3:31 p.m.(3/9/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Anze

He tattled on me (and as I said I understood why) but was still annoyed. So as apology he sends me three dead bunnies...

I had jokingly asked if the dead deer he sent us earlier was an apology or a flirtation and he said it was to thank Caly for her hospitality.

Is there a fucking book in the North - The Language of Dead Things? If you send someone a headless beaver it means you want to shag them, if you send them a dead skunk it means you're in a blood feud, if you send them three skinned rabbits does that mean you're hoping they'll cook them for dinner for you? Or that you're sorry for betraying the confidence of a bar-room discussion over whiskey?

To be fair, he -also- gave me whiskey which I always accept as an apology. So. Apology gladly accepted. I'm not cooking him dinner though.

Written By Joscelin

Nov. 22, 2016, 3:25 p.m.(3/9/1005 AR)

Love notes in the form of large dead animals?


I am envious.


-Envious-.

Written By Anze

Nov. 22, 2016, 12:23 p.m.(3/9/1005 AR)

F'an spirits, I'm still sore from lugging that f'an deer through the city

......

Still, it was definitely worth it.

.....

I'm going to have tah one up that now, aren't I?

Written By Alis

Nov. 22, 2016, 10:58 a.m.(3/9/1005 AR)

I have taken a small stone from the Cairn. Just large enough to roll over in my hand, as a fidget. A reminder.

Letting go of one's burdens for an evening was easy; but for longer? Not so much. I sat there in the park for hours, just staring at that half visible image of the etched dragon. Elora, a faithful family servant since long before Sanctum's tragedy, brought me cups of hot cider to keep me warm although I tried to assure her I was fine. She worries like a mother hen over her charges. And All of us living at the manor are definitely her charges. But it is peaceful and quiet here, and that allows me time to think.

How do I do it? How do I move past it? Justice for them feels like a pipe dream, but they deserve that much. And it is the least I can do, for not being there with them. I owe them that, and I will do what it takes to find it for them. And then I can move forward with a clean conscience.

Until then, I suppose the goal of justice will have to do, to lift that particular burden. And after the hours it took to reach that conclusion, it's time to go fluter Elora with a hug and kiss on the cheek for her care.

Written By Juliet

Nov. 22, 2016, 5:39 a.m.(3/8/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Nadia

My only regret when it comes to my relationship with the Duchess Nightgold is that there doesn't seem to be enough hours in the day, or days in the week, or - well, you get the picture. I don't see her enough.


She is kind and generous, both with her time and her gifts. She has what seems like a genuine interest in the women of this city.

And yet, I find myself wanting more.

Is that your secret, Nadia? Always leave them wanting more?

Written By Juliet

Nov. 22, 2016, 5:37 a.m.(3/8/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Dafne

Morbid? I didn't find her so. I found her more alive than most.

Certainly, her perspective is unique, and her compliments come from interesting angles.


But I don't know that I'd call her morbid.


I look forward to reading her stories. I hope I'm in them.

Written By Isolde

Nov. 22, 2016, 12:55 a.m.(3/8/1005 AR)

Life.
Death.
Love.
They don't discriminate between the saint and the sinner, the righteous and the reflection.
They just take, and take, and take.
We continue to live.
We continue to love.
We continue to make our mistakes, find our way, and we press on.
We rise to heights untold, falling through the deepest depths.
And for the strong of us, there will be a reason we survive, and the bounty, the fortune of the future will be ours.
If we work, and we remain patient.
If we remain patient.

Written By Morrighan

Nov. 21, 2016, 9:53 p.m.(3/7/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Eos

He has a really big cat.

Written By Dominique

Nov. 21, 2016, 9:02 p.m.(3/7/1005 AR)

Some times I just wish I wasn't a beast of war. I think my only purpose in life is to die in battle. But unlike my father I will not leave progeny behind to squabble with one another. I really believe I wasn't built to love. I care for our sick and our poor. But there is little left that brings me joy in this life.

Written By Calypso

Nov. 21, 2016, 7:28 p.m.(3/7/1005 AR)

I have been receiving reports coming in from all over the Compact about new cooperative training sessions, open lines of communication and a vigor to help strengthen the bonds that hold this Compact together. And I couldn't possibly be more pleased to hear them.

Three ships from the Dark Water fleet have been sent to Southport to help bolster our naval efforts.

Scouts from the north are passing through the less traversed portions of the territory.

The crimson blades have even been seen lending their hand to the efforts.

The winds of change are surely upon us. If we can keep this trend in unity going I'm starting to think we might have a good chance at fighting back the dark hosts on our horizon.

Written By Fortunato

Nov. 21, 2016, 6:48 p.m.(3/7/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Aldwin

I've lived in Arx's Lower Boroughs all my life, and wandering the other bits of Arx, meeting people, especially Silks, skulking around the edges of parties -- it makes me feel like a dingy, nasty-minded old crow. I appreciate Aldwin. In a way, he's like the path I never took, and his steady, calm, slightly-amused affect is an inspiration if maybe not an . . . aspiration. I'm glad I have a friend like him to keep me rooted. Also, I don't feel old next to him! It's relaxing! (I still feel dingy, nasty-minded, and crowish, though.)

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