Written By Victus
Feb. 28, 2018, 11:41 a.m.(4/11/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Myrinda
I hear about about this woman from time to time but I don't really know anything about her.
She made my current closet of clothes though and they're pretty comfy clothes, so that's nice.
She made my current closet of clothes though and they're pretty comfy clothes, so that's nice.
Written By Joscelin
Feb. 28, 2018, 10:57 a.m.(4/11/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Alarie
I have a letter from her.
She's fine and well and off on her adventures with her little one. I'll admit, it was a relief even though I'm sad to see her leave, her sass and feisty nature reminded me so much of my near-mother, Myrinda. Piss and vinegar with an underlying sweetness.
She would fuss over me and make sure I was doing well, and then proceed to tell me I should get laid. Alarie, I mean, but Myri did that too.
Ah, Alarie. I'm glad you're safe but I do miss you so.
She's fine and well and off on her adventures with her little one. I'll admit, it was a relief even though I'm sad to see her leave, her sass and feisty nature reminded me so much of my near-mother, Myrinda. Piss and vinegar with an underlying sweetness.
She would fuss over me and make sure I was doing well, and then proceed to tell me I should get laid. Alarie, I mean, but Myri did that too.
Ah, Alarie. I'm glad you're safe but I do miss you so.
Written By Samantha
Feb. 28, 2018, 10:12 a.m.(4/11/1008 AR)
Yesterday I either did something that will be either terribly clever or terribly disastrous for all parties concerned.
Time will tell.
Time will tell.
Written By Apollis
Feb. 28, 2018, 7:59 a.m.(4/11/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Mirari
I'll try!
Written By Felicia
Feb. 28, 2018, 5:28 a.m.(4/10/1008 AR)
Having walked the Hall of Heroes and the statue garden in the Grayson ward, it struck me that there's no memorial for those of the Hundred that have fallen in service to Arx over the centuries.
With war looming on the horizon, it's perhaps not surprising that my mind turns towards Death, and I've resolved to try and raise funds for a memorial, both so that those who have passed are not forgotten, and those who are to come will be inspired by this small honour.
So far people seem willing to aid, and I'm grateful for it. Whatever does not go into the creation of the memorial itself will be passed to the officers to help with other projects around the Crownguard, so that we may always keep the promise that while we stand, the crown will not fall.
With war looming on the horizon, it's perhaps not surprising that my mind turns towards Death, and I've resolved to try and raise funds for a memorial, both so that those who have passed are not forgotten, and those who are to come will be inspired by this small honour.
So far people seem willing to aid, and I'm grateful for it. Whatever does not go into the creation of the memorial itself will be passed to the officers to help with other projects around the Crownguard, so that we may always keep the promise that while we stand, the crown will not fall.
Written By Mirari
Feb. 28, 2018, 3:25 a.m.(4/10/1008 AR)
Some things are best left alone. I'm one of them.
Written By Saoirse
Feb. 28, 2018, 2:32 a.m.(4/10/1008 AR)
I will be helping with a piece of the war effort - something befitting my skill set.
I've sent a letter home to my brother and father informing them. I'm not holding my breath for a response.
I've sent a letter home to my brother and father informing them. I'm not holding my breath for a response.
Written By Rinel
Feb. 27, 2018, 9:35 p.m.(4/10/1008 AR)
The quiet man died today. He didn't say anything. He never said anything--at least, not since I arrived. But I was there when he died, and I held his hand. I hope that's allowed. It seemed cruel to leave him alone.
I want to go back to scrubbing floors.
I want to go back to scrubbing floors.
Written By Ignacio
Feb. 27, 2018, 7:49 p.m.(4/10/1008 AR)
Reflections (Week 4)
It is hard to believe that I have already been here in Arx for this long. I can hear the distant drums of war moving relentlessly towards us and I sharpen my sword, preparing myself to run head long into this threat. Much has been called into question since I have come here. The calm surface, the steel facade. I can feel it glow with the fire from below. What is stronger? Fire or steel? Or perhaps only steel can be born of fire. Regardless, I can not dwell on these thoughts.
The war plans have been in place, the troops are almost prepared to march. Now it is only a matter of waiting for the day to go. I will fight aside my troops, to inspire them and to bleed with him. If they are to die in this ordeal I shall die beside them. But there will be no quarter. I do not intend to die that day or any day in the near future. I shall make them and their dark masters regret stepping foot before for me. I shall rend flesh, crack bone, and grind them beneath my boots.
It is hard to believe that I have already been here in Arx for this long. I can hear the distant drums of war moving relentlessly towards us and I sharpen my sword, preparing myself to run head long into this threat. Much has been called into question since I have come here. The calm surface, the steel facade. I can feel it glow with the fire from below. What is stronger? Fire or steel? Or perhaps only steel can be born of fire. Regardless, I can not dwell on these thoughts.
The war plans have been in place, the troops are almost prepared to march. Now it is only a matter of waiting for the day to go. I will fight aside my troops, to inspire them and to bleed with him. If they are to die in this ordeal I shall die beside them. But there will be no quarter. I do not intend to die that day or any day in the near future. I shall make them and their dark masters regret stepping foot before for me. I shall rend flesh, crack bone, and grind them beneath my boots.
Written By Brogan
Feb. 27, 2018, 4:35 p.m.(4/9/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Giulio
(The script is shaky at best, as if the author can barely focus on the paper)
All you at the Murder of Crows last night...
Sorry for being the drunk ass as that I was. Find me later, and I'll sort you all out. Once I can see straight enough to put my boots on.
Spirits, what day is it?!
Giulio,
Southern Thunder is my new vice. Thanks for bringing it, friend.
All you at the Murder of Crows last night...
Sorry for being the drunk ass as that I was. Find me later, and I'll sort you all out. Once I can see straight enough to put my boots on.
Spirits, what day is it?!
Giulio,
Southern Thunder is my new vice. Thanks for bringing it, friend.
Written By Magpie
Feb. 27, 2018, 4:19 p.m.(4/9/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Thena
Challenge accepted, Thena.
Written By Giulio
Feb. 27, 2018, 4:15 p.m.(4/9/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Brogan
Ah, the joys of Southern Thunder. Another jug?
Written By Mae
Feb. 27, 2018, 3:58 p.m.(4/9/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Eirene
Just think, some people have died a dozen times and still don't quite understand.
Written By Margot
Feb. 27, 2018, 3:52 p.m.(4/9/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Abbas
We are too much what we were made to be, by someone who wanted tools not family.
Written By Derovai
Feb. 27, 2018, 2:43 p.m.(4/9/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Vayne
"What would you do, if you weren't afraid?"
Fear doesn't keep me from doing a thing. That's not to say I'm not afraid at times, only that I do my very best to not let it hinder me. Realizing and appreciating risks is a wholly different reaction from being paralyzed by them.
What about you, Archlector? What are you afraid of?
Fear doesn't keep me from doing a thing. That's not to say I'm not afraid at times, only that I do my very best to not let it hinder me. Realizing and appreciating risks is a wholly different reaction from being paralyzed by them.
What about you, Archlector? What are you afraid of?
Written By Joscelin
Feb. 27, 2018, 2:17 p.m.(4/9/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Eirene
I can't remember the last time a White Journal made me laugh so hard I got tea up my nose.
Written By Eirene
Feb. 27, 2018, 2:03 p.m.(4/9/1008 AR)
Some folks need to die just to realize how dumb they are.
Written By Sparte
Feb. 27, 2018, 12:36 p.m.(4/9/1008 AR)
The second debate has happened in the series I threw together. This was a more mild and relaxed one, but it brought some interesting things to light. Everyone seems to have emotions they associate with colors, and they associate things with the same colors that stand for those emotions. Not always the same colors to the same emotions though. I wonder what that means about the world.
Written By Edain
Feb. 27, 2018, 12:36 p.m.(4/9/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Ianna
There is no shame in sharing your feelings and frustrations within the pages of your white journals. Sometimes, even if we believe something that is wrong, giving voice to that is how we eventually find understanding.
I have faith that what you seek is waiting out there for you.
I have faith that what you seek is waiting out there for you.
Written By Cassima
Feb. 27, 2018, 12:15 p.m.(4/9/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Vayne
I would observe, Archlector, that fear is simply another issue of economics: the weighing of risk versus reward, of expense versus value.
Perhaps I enjoy the dark, and would enjoy being out in it. But is it truly the dark I fear, or the potential dangers it conceals? In the dark I could trip and fall, could become lost, or be set upon by someone more skilled in the dark than I.
These are not beliefs, they are real and present dangers.
Fear allows us to weight the potential reward of an action (in this case, a lovely dark stroll) versus the risk posed by it (as written above). In this, fear is a protector: it makes us stop and evaluate the choices we are about to make, if the result may be worth the risk, and if it will cost me more than I will benefit by it.
Perhaps I enjoy the dark, and would enjoy being out in it. But is it truly the dark I fear, or the potential dangers it conceals? In the dark I could trip and fall, could become lost, or be set upon by someone more skilled in the dark than I.
These are not beliefs, they are real and present dangers.
Fear allows us to weight the potential reward of an action (in this case, a lovely dark stroll) versus the risk posed by it (as written above). In this, fear is a protector: it makes us stop and evaluate the choices we are about to make, if the result may be worth the risk, and if it will cost me more than I will benefit by it.
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