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Written By Korka

April 8, 2017, 7:08 p.m.(3/26/1006 AR)

So much going on lately in the city. I apparently arrived at just the right (wrong?) time.
And yet, I swear I've been here before. Corners are familiar. Buildings feel like childhood play places.

It's so odd. It makes me want to run away - but I have nowhere to go.
The bar, though. That is always familiar, no matter what city you're in. I feel I'll try to stick around there. I have friends there, friends I don't have to worry of offending or calling by the wrong title.
If you're noble, and you come to the Murder? Don't expect bows.

Written By Korka

April 8, 2017, 7:03 p.m.(3/26/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Calaudrin

This hunk better not be married. I can't handle guilt.

Just kidding, sure I can.

Written By Rowan

April 8, 2017, 5:43 p.m.(3/26/1006 AR)

Hare was popular animal in the wood, and many claimed to be her friend. There came a day, however, when she was set upon by a pack of hungry wolves. She heard their howling and knew they had her scent, and so she ran to seek the help of her friends.

Hare came across Horse, and asked him to carry her from the hounds, but Horse told Hare that he had very important work to do for his master. Hare was undeterred, certain her other friends would surely help.

She ran then until she came across Boar, and asked him to fight the hounds with his great tusks. Boar told Hare that he was very sorry, but he had a very important meeting with a lady, and that perhaps their friend Hawk would help.

Starting to fret and worry, Hare ran on until she found Hawk, and asked for her aid. Hawk worried that her claws would only hurt Hare if she carried the little creaure away, and told Hare that she was not the right one to help.

More concerned, and with the howling growing closer, she ran until she found Weasel, but Weasel told her that he did not like to interfere with creatures that would eat him as readily as the Hare.

Desperate, Hare ran until she came to a fawn, who worried that he was unable to help when so many grown creatures had declined the task. He was surely not old or strong enough to help.

By now, the wolves were nearly on Hare's furry heels, and she was left with nothing but her own cleverness and speed to rely on. The wolves caught up with her, but she managed to escape into a thicket of thorns, but not without losing her tail to a snap of snarling jaws.

Written By Gisele

April 8, 2017, 5:05 p.m.(3/26/1006 AR)

It is said Vellichor spoke, "I am the god of histories, and this shall not be the final chapter of the history of your world. This has cost me more than I hope you shall ever learn, but I ask for but little in return. Let the most studious amongst you take sacred vow to forever guard the knowledge of the world, and allow all among you from the greatest to the least to chronicle their lives in journals so their knowledge may never be lost. Guard it well."

We don't know the price our God of Knowledge paid to share with us the secrets of demonic vulnerabilities and how they could be defeated. We do not even know now what all of those vulnerabilities might be, or all the ways to defeat them. His enemy, and ours, has made certain of that.

What we know is he felt the sacrifice to preserve our world was in all ways worth it. All he asked was that we persevere. All he asked was that we guard what we do learn, and to preserve what we know because knowledge is the greatest weapon, more so than any sword or bow could be.

What we also know is that some sacrifices are worth it. Even for a god. That is my example.

Written By Rymarr

April 8, 2017, 3:02 p.m.(3/26/1006 AR)

Recently I attempted to sing along with many other voices during an event held by the Marquessa of House Deepwood. Following that attempt at raising my voice up in song, I've determined that it may be utilized as a weapon against those who seek to destroy our fair Compact. It truly was bad. Another example of how one should stick to what they're good at and specialize.

I imagine it was akin to the sound of two cats with their tails tied together, thrown into a burlap sack, tied off, and given a good shaking. Then tossed into a bucket of water. In freezing temperatures. With baying hounds all around. It was bad.

Written By Octavia

April 8, 2017, 2:39 p.m.(3/26/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Laric

Laric has been instrumental in constructing the court. While no inquisitor is trustworthy, perhaps this one can be trusted more than most.

Written By Eleyna

April 8, 2017, 1:36 p.m.(3/26/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Antonio

He's hasn't been back but a few days and he's already planning another voyage. Hopefully, the next time he leaves, he remembers to come back with my present.

I like sparkly things, Antonio. The more sparkly, the better.

Written By Gisele

April 8, 2017, 12:55 p.m.(3/26/1006 AR)

I've never suffered the hurts others have. My brothers and sisters would run about and split open their knees or their heads, they broke more arms and legs between them than they should have possessed, and I sat with my books "keeping an eye on them" for my mother. I didn't run about. I never broke a bone or suffered worse than a paper cut (though cuts from parchment can be very wicked I don't pretend that they were actual wounds).

Now the Mercies say that I will probably always feel some shortness of breath if I exert myself too strenuously. It is scar tissue on my lungs where the arrows passed through. My pain has always been the sort inflicted by my mind on my emotions. I've never felt my body turn against me before. No one's ever tried to hurt me before.

The one who did it to me, to us, the one who killed all of those people in the Cathedral, he wants to do even worse. He wants us to wear the scars not just on our bodies but on our minds and our hearts too.

I still have my books. I still have my mind. I still have the sunshine. I still have the people I love and who love me. Hurt me and those things are still there. Kill me and they are still true: I was here and I loved and was loved. You can't erase us anymore. You can't keep us from the world or the world from us. You can't keep us from growing stronger.

Written By Thena

April 8, 2017, 12:53 p.m.(3/26/1006 AR)

I ran into my cousin Mags and Aureth at the Murder today. It's been a while. Met Brother Aleksei as well. They seem to have an odd obsession with Officer Estardes, though personally I'm not seeing the draw. Seems best to ignore it.

It was strange being back there after the past 2 years. Petrae once told me "You can never go home again" and I think she's right. Even if I'm not really sure where 'home' is to begin with.

Written By Niamh

April 8, 2017, 12:34 p.m.(3/26/1006 AR)

When I first set out to come to Arx it was by a circuitous route that followed the coast down into the Lyceum and around the southern tip of Arvum to come up. I could have came by more expedient routes, certainly, but I was newly a member of the Compact and flush with the excitement that brings - an excitement of knowing that previously closed places were open to me now. An excitement that only another prodigal could truly appreciate. During this trip we took a rest in Tor and among the marvels and splendors of the Rose Fortress I still remember a Devotion that was staying at our inn.

She was worn and weathered, skin sunbaked and her mahogany air streaked with the steel that you could see in her spirit. She walked with a bit of a hitch in her step and while you knew it pained her, it was an old and familiar pain that she had already learned to live with and had forgotten consciously it was part of her. Well-traveled, this one, if you understand me. I sat in the corner and listened to her tales for hours; she had traveled more of Arvum than I, at the time, even knew existed. I was fascinated with her words in a way few others have ever been able to do.

Among the tales that Devotion Esme had to tell was a curious one of the Last Knight of Menzonga. Menzonga had been an island in the chain of which Setarco takes part, once famed for its "knights." I use quotes here on purpose, for it was not an order of knighthood as I may wish to think of it, coming from the Oathlands. The Knights of Menzonga were an order of men and women who, once taking their vows, left Menzonga and never returned home again. Each of them knew that as soon as they gave their vows, their lives would be given in service, never their own again, and never would their lives end in peace of on the shores of their birth. Yet they did it, for this was the demand of their patron god - the one we call the Thirteenth.

The Knights of Menzonga, the Devotion told us, dedicated themselves to challenging those who would be leaders of men outside of the norm. When a Lord of Lady did not have an heir of their body and had to choose between others, they might summon a Knight of Menzonga and ask that the possibilities be tested. It was not a simple test of arms, but one of character. The Knights of Menzonga, you see, would personify the evil and villain, the tyranny, that could be, and see if the would-be-heir for their ability to overcome such things. In more traditional Oathlands tales, they would be the Black Knight in the story. But before any testing was done, the Knights would always ask the Lord one question.

"Do you see us for what we are, and accept what we do?"

That question has always struck me and stuck with me. It's something we should all ask ourselves more often when we go after what we want. Too often we're ready to take what's offered, or go after what we want, and not see it for what it truly represents. We trick ourselves into believing that those around us are good for us, or that we'll remain on the high, moral ground despite the dross we walk with. And really, it is two questions, equally important.

"Do you see us for what we are?" If you are to share a journey, even a short one, in this life with another, do you see them for what they are? Truly?

"Do you accept us for what we do?" If you see them true, do you accept them, without reservation, for what they do and understand that in doing so you accept some measure of responsibility for it?

(OOC Credit to Stephen King for the question)

Written By Lark

April 8, 2017, 11:48 a.m.(3/26/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Karadoc

[image of a connect-the-dots griffin, poorly executed and entitled, 'Important Import Report']

Written By Reese

April 8, 2017, 6:32 a.m.(3/25/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Luca

The rumors are true.

Prince Luca and myself are in conversations about marriage.

It is also true that I proposed via messenger and rather impulsively at that.

That being said negotiations between our houses have started

but they have not finished so it is not a sure thing.

Princess Reese

Written By Reese

April 8, 2017, 6:28 a.m.(3/25/1006 AR)

I had wrote a journal entry about this before, but I lost it!

I have been collecting books both from Mistress Gisele's and Brother's Branan's shop.

The lastest book in Gisele's shop is very interesting! I wonder what Inquisitor Alistair thinks of it?

I think the next book of her's I will get is her guided to beasts. I can look at pictures of griffons.

Princess Reese

Written By Merek

April 8, 2017, 5:19 a.m.(3/25/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Reese

We have been through many battles together, or at least situations, and there are not many I'd rather have by my side to fight with against my enemies.

Written By Merek

April 8, 2017, 5:15 a.m.(3/25/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Eirlys

I watched her fight at the Hall of Heroes, and we talked about the battle later on. She is kind, and well trained for battle. I hope to spar with her sometime.

Written By Armel

April 8, 2017, 4:32 a.m.(3/25/1006 AR)

I find solace (no pun intended) in prayers to the Gods. To seek out the wisdom and teaching of the paragons you serve is a fine thing, after all.

But tonight? I hope they will forgive my saying that sitting and singing horribly out-of-tune lyrics with Dame Serafine and Miss Leta was perhaps the best therapy I have had since the Incident.

Thank you.

Written By Serafine

April 8, 2017, 2:52 a.m.(3/25/1006 AR)

I swear, I talk more than I wield a blade these last few days, but I know it's important. My routes have been through the lowers, have been since I got into the Iron Guard, and I will say, I do enjoy it. I enjoy talking to folks and earning their trust with my presence, hopefully letting them feel safer too. I assume nothing, but I know I don't get anything thrown at me.

But aye, I have to do the talking. Questions, so many questions, calming and encouraging as much as I might have to thunk a thief back in peace-time.

I still need to stay loose, however, so when I get a night that's more talking than fighting, I head to the Training Center.

A pair of Knights obliged me even Leta. Was a good way to end it, but it got even better: after Dame Esoka went on her way, Armel and Leta and I sat in the pews and Leta brought out her lute.

Sharing songs makes a fellow feel ... human, in all the best ways. Now, I was sober, mind, so my singing was -terrible-, and Armel wasn't too bad himself. Leta practices with that instrument of hers and gets better every time I hear her play. I can listen to that lute all night.

Daresay we almost did. Wee hours of the morning it was when we staggered to our homes, far too sober to be up at that hour, but smiles on our faces and much laughter echoing through the rafters of the training center. The Healers weren't too happy with us; we made noises that like as not should be harnessed as a weapon to scare the army at our gates. Dying cats sound more melodic than we did, but I swear, my face hurts with the grinning and chortling that went on.

My hope has yet to flag but this was a good boost to the spirit. But next time, my pride demands a few shots before next I attempt to sing.

Written By Calista

April 8, 2017, 1:55 a.m.(3/25/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Rook

An intriguing man with whom I am not sure I have much in common with, however, those are the best sorts to engage. He is vibrant and intelligent with a taste for the finer things in life. I look forward to all he can teach me.

Written By Esoka

April 8, 2017, 1:01 a.m.(3/25/1006 AR)

When I think of my mother, my first memories are of her voice. Low and sweet but still strong. Drifting off to her lullabies as I slept as a girl. Hearing the echoes of the songs she led the tribesman in during prayer, or before the hunt, or battle.

I'm a terrible singer. Evona inherited all my mother's graces. I took after my father. Hard as a rock and a voice like a pained ox, as my sister put it.

Yet I love music still, however bollocks I am for it. I don't understand why a song has the power to transport the heart, or to give rhythm to the march of armies, but I feel the power in me still.

I felt it as the Songbird, Calandra, sang to the populace in the city theater. Sang to lift spirits, and the remember the fallen. I felt both.

It is the songs that live in our hearts, as well as the blood and sweat and pain.

Written By Luis

April 7, 2017, 10:15 p.m.(3/24/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Tikva

Met the lovely Lady Tikva in the Grotto. Unbeknownst to me, she witnessed my duel with Michael some months previously and immortalized the deed in song!

She named me Lord Valiant. I rather like it.

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