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Written By Reigna

March 19, 2018, 2:04 a.m.(5/20/1008 AR)

I feel like no more than a ghost. I wander the Hall of my home at night, unable to rest, nor partake of food. I wander lost through the world, adrift and restless. My mind wanders, my heart far away to the South. Each day I seek news, each day I hear nothing. I wait for my heart to return.

My child is here. That helps. But still... I am a ghost.

Written By Serafine

March 19, 2018, 1:57 a.m.(5/20/1008 AR)

Relationship Note on Saoirse

Sometimes, literally.

Written By Alarissa

March 19, 2018, 1:29 a.m.(5/20/1008 AR)

Ahh my husbands words.

He'll be kneeling in shrines for weeks. I will be doing the same beside him, for I am his wife and I support him. In truth, as I have stated in my blacks, I have been waiting for the other slipper to drop. Words spoken in victory on the end of what many thought was the only wave, are not the catalyst. There is no catalyst. One may try to heap blame upon his shoulders for the second wave but visions have shown, the second wave was coming, they just used his words to colour theirs. But their actions and intent were already set.

So seek not to lay blame for what was already planned by the enemy. Instead, let us focus our efforts upon defeating the enemy through all our means and might. Whether blade or prayer, each cuts our enemy just as sure. You can find me in the temples this week, praying. Hopefully, I will see others doing the same.

Written By Saoirse

March 19, 2018, 1:27 a.m.(5/20/1008 AR)

I can't think of a man among us who hasn't tried to sound machismo by screaming some idiocy after a battle.

A woman, however. Those come in droves.

Written By Merek

March 19, 2018, 1:01 a.m.(5/20/1008 AR)

I continue writing from Setarco. It was known that more would come, that much had to be so, the enemy wouldn't really back off easily. That said, we must do our best to keep fighting, while we protect those that call the City home.

Written By Joscelin

March 19, 2018, 12:59 a.m.(5/20/1008 AR)

Relationship Note on Marcas

I met a man in the Training Center who had the -prettiest- earlobes. I daresay they were prettier than Aureth's.


I should make more earrings.

Written By Serafine

March 19, 2018, 12:57 a.m.(5/20/1008 AR)

So many tentacles. They just wouldn't stop coming.


I'm craving calamari now like you would not -believe-.

Written By Ainsley

March 19, 2018, 12:55 a.m.(5/20/1008 AR)

Relationship Note on Tikva

It doesn't sit well with me to have you so far away, doing dangerous things where I cannot be there with my sword. But this is our life, is not my love? And our duties call us to different places, and I would not sooner try to stop you voice than you would try to stop me from fighting for Gloria.

Come home safe, my lady, I miss you terribly.

Written By Ainsley

March 19, 2018, 12:53 a.m.(5/20/1008 AR)

Relationship Note on Aiden

Before the Battle of Stormwall, Marquis Mydas Acheron and I took some time to speak, and decided together that it might be best if I put my sword to use protecting a potential target of our enemies. As such I left the command center, and Gloria was with me as I went into battle against a fearsome foe.

I asked my brother, Aiden, to step in for me and command the entirety of the Grayson forces, and not just the archers. From all accounts he did wonderfully, made hard choices, and lead with dignity.

I am so proud of my brother, and the man he has become. I feel immense pride in knowing that if I am called to the field, my brother can lead our forces in my stead.

But more:

In the future I know that we will lead together, and I will be honored to command alongside him on the battlefield.

Written By Shard

March 19, 2018, 12:36 a.m.(5/20/1008 AR)

If you ever have the opportunity for a giant tentacle covered sea monster to vomit another tentacle covered sea monster into your face, pass it up.

Written By Corban

March 19, 2018, 12:09 a.m.(5/20/1008 AR)

Relationship Note on Monique

My dearest Monique,

As you know, there are no messengers going from Setarco to Arx, those that would carry individual missives. But the scholars are hard at work archiving the war, and so I thought I would kill two birds with one stone by sending this entry in the form of a letter to you.

I was on watch with the Valorous Few today, and placed in defense of our friends, those with the beautiful voices. They apparently have fans in the sea as they do on land, for some terrible creatures were keen to do them harm.

You will be glad to know I am unhurt, and there were no casualties on our side. Princess Tikva collapsed from exhaustion, but was well-tended to by Lady Ianna, who is here.

I will write next when I can. I hope all is well at home.

Yours always,

C.T.

Written By Sigurd

March 18, 2018, 11:52 p.m.(5/20/1008 AR)

The defense of Stormwall went as well as expected. All things considered.

Written By Malesh

March 18, 2018, 11:46 p.m.(5/20/1008 AR)

May the record give us all the respect we have earned. It would be a shame for the credit to not be laid at the feet of those that earned it.

Written By Maeve

March 18, 2018, 11:25 p.m.(5/20/1008 AR)

It seems the Lodge of Petrichor is in danger. It would seem that foul forces arise against it! The lodge is such a valuable asset to the entire city! It cannot fall. I just don't know what to do! I have sent warnings. I felt as if I was being more of a nuisance than anything. Perhaps I should make a pest of myself until something is being done.

Written By Maeve

March 18, 2018, 11:21 p.m.(5/20/1008 AR)

Lady Khanne, Valery, and I replanted some of the suncatchers within the stone grove. At first, it seemed as if the earth itself had grown dormant and drained of nutrients. However, having already prepared for such things after the Bringers drained the soil of the forests, I had plenty of that fertilizer left! We tilled the ground and added a couple of the suncatchers. Lady Khanne even did a ritual to summon the spirits to guide us. They awoke and I heard their voices! They were quite delighted to have some of the Suncatchers within the Grove! They gave us help and nourished the precious plants. In return, they gave us a warning and asked for our aid...

Written By Behtuk

March 18, 2018, 11:21 p.m.(5/20/1008 AR)

I can write. The words are difficult to speak, but I can write.

I am grateful to Princess Ann for teaching me to write.
I am grateful to the priests who guide us.
I am grateful to the Gods that protect us.
I am grateful for those that fight.
I am grateful that I live.
I am grateful.

But I am not worthy.

Written By Wash

March 18, 2018, 11:18 p.m.(5/20/1008 AR)

Relationship Note on Catalana

My beloved,

I live and will return to you. No prophecy will predict the demise of what lies between us. No demon will separate us. Our love is as deep as the ocean, as unstoppable as the tide, as constant as the sunrise. Though distance parts us now, we will be together again, as sure as the storms will one day break.

Wash.

Written By Darrow

March 18, 2018, 10:46 p.m.(5/20/1008 AR)

Mists...and madness. Am I alone in thinking this way?

Am I...alone?

Written By Valencia

March 18, 2018, 10:43 p.m.(5/20/1008 AR)

Relationship Note on Cicero

No words can express this grief and ache. The emptiness and loss. None.

You cannot be gone. Life cannot be this cruel, can it?

What will I do without you? Why must this happen? How could you leave?

You are always in my heart and will be until the day I die, my sweetest Cicero. And then beyond. As always. As ever.

Sweetest dreams. Know that I will see you again. I promise.

~~~~~<~<#

Written By Caelis

March 18, 2018, 10:33 p.m.(5/20/1008 AR)

My first battle since the baby, and so soon after! I feared, for the first time that I would not come back to my little son. I have always been a cautious woman, affairs in order before I leave for dangerous deeds. This is the first time however that I felt my heart clutch at the thought of not seeing Samuel's tiny nose of feel his small, soft fingers curled around mine. He is so little and the world is so dangerous these days. I pray for my little son, he will carry such a burden on his little shoulders. Still, as a noble it's my duty to be present and defend. I will simply cuddle my son all the more when I am home to do so.

May your hopes find safe harbors.

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