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Written By Eirene

April 10, 2017, 2:12 p.m.(4/2/1006 AR)

The thing about tending to the wounded in a crisis like this - you find little time to do otherwise. Socialization is reduced to a minimum. Self-care is reduced to a minimum. Hygiene is the only thing I insist upon as a necessity but anything more than a soldier's bath for what's under my armor is a luxury. Cleaning and purifying the body and surgical instruments is not only a sacred ritual, it seems to work better when tools are clean. I can only assume that bodies do not like mingling humours between two different patients. Keep your fluids to yourself, thank you. We can't always ask for that in a battlefield condition - Lagoma knows you don't have time between every crisis patient to wash the blood off your hands before moving to the next, but we try, dammit. Wash the hands, bless the needles and saws in fire - even if it's not the holy fire exactly it seems to help by heating them over flame first to burn away the remnants of the last patient.

What was the point? I'm not even in the Archive proper, I'm dictating to a scribe who has the sad fate of recording wills and testimony of my patients. You poor fucker, this must be the shit job. Taking the words of the dying and giving them to a God who may not even be listening...

Ah. Point. I'm missing the horrible crisis explosions around the city. This fucking necromancer. An attack on the Hall of Heroes... A gods-damned goddess manifesting to half the city, my relatives included.

All I see are the aftermaths. A flood of new patients, here or the Grace. Stories. Prayers. Curses. Regrets. I keep dogs outside the hospitals to try to sniff out the mimics and invisibles. I keep mirrors on me to make sure my patients have souls. I touch wounds with the alaricite blade to make sure they're not abyssally tainted. I deal with superstition, fact, and fate on a regular basis and do everything I can to reduce it to fact and truth and keep that kind of thing -far- far far away from my wounded patients. They've been through enough.

I will everything I can do undo the damages done to our people and our lives. Greedy bitch that I am.

Written By Belladonna

April 10, 2017, 1:08 p.m.(4/2/1006 AR)

Guilty conscience, much? I wonder how many people are going to assume (quite incorrectly) that I referred to them.

Written By Sameera

April 10, 2017, 12:36 p.m.(4/2/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Wilhem

Wilhem. Known him for quite some time. He is allowed to touch. He is a wicked man, I am certain. Not entirely a bad thing. He's a tailor. Very good one.

Written By Freja

April 10, 2017, 12:36 p.m.(4/2/1006 AR)

Thrown into not one, but two walls by the demon in Queensrest Inn. The gash on my back is just to add insult to injury.

Thing is, I heard them. All of them and him. Every soul he took. In the middle of that chaos no one tried to touch me, except him. I almost got him, felt against the brush of my fingertips before he tried to tear me in two.

Apparently, this gives him no end of pleasure of attempting to torment me with his missives. He is watching, I know. By the sound of it he intends to meet me again and I won't miss a second time.

Written By Sameera

April 10, 2017, 12:35 p.m.(4/2/1006 AR)

*This journal entry is nothing more than a sketch of a necklace with a note of various luxury metals and precious gems along side it. Likely there is no decision on what it should be, beyond a necklace*

Written By Lark

April 10, 2017, 12:31 p.m.(4/2/1006 AR)

It will never cease to amaze me how short some memory spans are.

Written By Belladonna

April 10, 2017, 12:16 p.m.(4/2/1006 AR)

It will never cease to amaze me how those who do nothing are always the loudest critics.

Written By Edward

April 10, 2017, 8 a.m.(4/1/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Valencia

The Princess Redrain is composed of a variety of intriguing qualities, this might make her more dangerous than I suspect; a fire that will most likely burn me.

Written By Darren

April 10, 2017, 12:20 a.m.(4/1/1006 AR)

A single night on the ramparts, and I'll probably limp for half the month. But at least I'm guaranteed to have a pretty wicked scar.

Bonus? Cutting off the Bringer's arm was the highlight of my evening. It was a glorious, perfect cut.

Written By Darrow

April 9, 2017, 11:59 p.m.(4/1/1006 AR)

The coasts are bleak, the blood on my blades black from time spent culling these Shav'arvani.

The shores will be silent.

Written By Valencia

April 9, 2017, 11:56 p.m.(4/1/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Antonio

I am so happy I think my heart might burst! My most brilliant and beloved brother has returned!

I have not seen him for so long, but like always he returns to me with a glint in his eye and something to make me smile. He does not realize that it is his return that makes me so happy and not what he brings, but who am I to argue.

It is so wonderful to know that even though we have been parted for so long, things remain the same between us in so many ways. So much so that I am duly reminded that I must be more strategic when selecting my footwear while in his company.

He is everything I could wish for in a brother, and a few things that I do not. Which makes him nearly perfect. And, I would not trade him for all the world. And no, I will also never admit this to him... not today, anyway.

Welcome home, my sweetest brother. For me, having you here is the best gift ever, though I think you may never believe me no matter how true it is or how many times I say it.


Written By Sparte

April 9, 2017, 11:23 p.m.(3/28/1006 AR)

I ran into a good friend from when I grew up, and he loved what I was doing with the songs. I hear he ended up getting people going a little nuts with it down in the lowers, while I was guarding the halls again. I heard there are some other songs that people shared, hope I get to hear them too.

Written By Korka

April 9, 2017, 11:17 p.m.(3/28/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Calaudrin

And hunky guardsman is not married.
Not that I cared.
But whoohoo.

Written By Korka

April 9, 2017, 11:17 p.m.(3/28/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Thena

Fired a bow today.
Did not hit an adventurer in the knee.

Met Thena. We didn't immediately try to kill each other, nor did we plan a wedding, so I suppose she's okay.

Written By Fiachra

April 9, 2017, 11:10 p.m.(3/28/1006 AR)

I expected the attack at the Hall of Heroes, to be honest. Our enemies are within the walls of Arx, and likely have been for some time. If they want to demoralize the people, in the hopes that those without will have an easier time wearing us down, they are going to attack where there are larger gatherings. One or two survivors are certainly enough to spread a panic, especially if they have seen those who would be defenders torn apart. Even better when it is for a ceremony meant to honour a hero of the Compact.

Too bad for the Bringers that their plans seem to keep failing against the combined might of those who are determined to defeat the Silence. How must it feel, to have what must have been considered easy prey, softened up over the centuries through actions meant to deprive us of our history and heritage, prove to be so resilient, so resourceful, so -strong-? Do you feel it, Brand? Do you hear us? You will learn to fear us, before this is over.

Written By Thena

April 9, 2017, 11:09 p.m.(3/28/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Korka

j/k about earlier, Korka insulted Mags too. But she didn't seem to have any cigarettes on her.

Written By Thena

April 9, 2017, 11:06 p.m.(3/28/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Korka

Met Korka Glynn. She seems like a lovely woman, but I hope she doesn't break my bow.

Written By Thena

April 9, 2017, 11:05 p.m.(3/28/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Calaudrin

Officer Estardes is not an inspiring archery teacher, but I think if I practice enough on my own I'll progress nicely. Next time I'm taking one of his cigarettes as payment for him insulting my cousin to my face. Maybe the whole case.

Written By Magpie

April 9, 2017, 11:04 p.m.(3/28/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Aureth

Be careful.

Written By Joscelin

April 9, 2017, 10:58 p.m.(3/28/1006 AR)

To the best of my knowledge as Guildmaster of the the Crafters Guild, there's no ban in the works for anything, including spirits. If there is, I would stand against it. There's a possibility of a -percentage- of grain being locked in for bread to ensure the city has enough to eat, with a small percentage going to the distilleries.

You will get your booze, but food takes a priority for now.

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