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Written By Harmon

Feb. 24, 2018, 11:59 p.m.(4/4/1008 AR)

Calypso brought me a cat, the other day. Was told Jakob von Mousebatton (name) would be helpful, may be able to see Shadow Hunters. Helpful, if true. Side project: understand cat behavior. Creature behaves erratically, sometimes sprints in circles for unknown reasons. Makes sounds at door to be let out. I let him out. He makes sounds outside door to come back in. Repeat as many times as takes until Jakob is bored. He enjoys feathers on long strings tied to sticks.

Written By Tovell

Feb. 24, 2018, 11:58 p.m.(4/4/1008 AR)

Today I made my rounds praying at each shrine. When I finished it donned on me that even though I pray I never ask for anything. So today I start fasting and praying to ask where and what the Gods want me to do in this war. I pray that listen -- and I shall follow.

Written By Ianna

Feb. 24, 2018, 11:14 p.m.(4/4/1008 AR)

I never thought I had enough of a heart to break.

I it when I'm wrong.

Written By Derovai

Feb. 24, 2018, 10:56 p.m.(4/4/1008 AR)

Written in a bit of a hurry, Derovai's usual fastidious, crisp handwriting a bit messy for once:

Tied a spar for once in my life, and then was tricked out of that tie because I decided to fight honorably. Object lessons are fantastic, aren't they? And thus the point is made for me, exactly.

Written By Esoka

Feb. 24, 2018, 10:13 p.m.(4/4/1008 AR)

All honors to Blessed Roran and Blessed Aleksei, and all those who spoke and made offerings to our Lady of Change. I feel like I witnessed something beautiful and bright tonight. I cannot even put it into words, and I do understand it, but I shall hold the light and warmth of it to my soul in dark times to come.

Written By Victus

Feb. 24, 2018, 10:11 p.m.(4/4/1008 AR)

Ouch.

Written By Tikva

Feb. 24, 2018, 9:33 p.m.(4/4/1008 AR)

Prayers are for the gods. Psalms are for the congregation. This-- this is for my dear friend, and for Lagoma. Bless you. Hope on. Lantern high, hope on.

Flame’s heat, warm on my face
A tiny spark is all that it takes
Hope kindles new and bright in this place
Strangers and friends together it makes
I see you, with me, at my side,
and in this moment, fear is gone;
despair once threatened, now it’s died,
and these floating lights are bright as dawn.
The fire itself is wild, untamed,
but in this moment, fire is named
Lagoma, you are more than change—
all that is new and fierce and strange
Thank you. Hope is now. Hope is growth.
I embrace that; I give you this psalm and oath.

Written By Donaldo

Feb. 24, 2018, 9:31 p.m.(4/4/1008 AR)

Spoke with an old sailor today.

He was telling me that he does not feel like he has been sailing more years than I have been alive.

I could not believe him and asked him how that could be.

Time flies when you are having rum, he said.

Written By Costas

Feb. 24, 2018, 7:19 p.m.(4/4/1008 AR)

As a man of the sea, Mangata has always been close to my heart. Of all the appeals one could make of the goddess of water and sky, I have made the better part of them. For strong winds in sails. For the calming of storms on my heading and for the rise of them in my wake. For clouds to part so that I could read the map of the stars and chart my way home. For just one fish to come close enough for the spear.

Hers is the domain of the indomitable. One cannot own the sea, and the sky cannot be encompassed. From the highest King to the lowliest Lord, none may look out from the shore and see a thing tamed. The sea does not kneel. Only rolls and surges in contempt of all claims, and all that is taken from it's bounty is done so with the knowledge that it is a gift. The fish cannot be compelled to swim but where the currents demand. The storm cannot be beaten back, warred against, or broken. Only weathered.

It takes, as well, the sea. A sailor will tell you that Mangata is fickle. That she will send the gale winds to upset the fishing boat or turn the catch away from the line no matter the strength or sincerity of the prayer. And he will stomp, and curse, and grumble at his fate. But he will still pray. A storm, after all, can always grow darker. And the fish might bite the next day. The mystery of Mangata and her sea and sky is that of potential. For a better wind or a fuller net; or for the calamity of the hurricane. Beautiful and terrible all at once, her domain is inexorable motion; indifferent to the creatures which live so necessarily by it's whim. But not uncaring.

Every child who has ever stood at the shoreline has marveled at how, even as they stand perfectly still, the endless rhythm of the flowing tide draws the wet sand from under their feet. Has watched in fascination as they were slowly consumed, sinking into a cool, muddy embrace. And felt that quiet, atavistic thrill when, finally roused out of wonder, they have to pull just a little bit harder than expected to get free.

Above all things, Mangata denies stasis. Stand still for too long and she will bury you. Live in contempt of the motion, the potential she represents and you will be dragged under by it.

Oh Mangata of the life-giving sea and the sky from which warm rains fall, Mother of Storms. Though you have so many times made me witness to the most dark of tempests I have forgot that the bounty of life must be earned through constancy of action. I have been satisfied with the full net and complacent of placid waters. Neglecting to attend to the sacrifices demanded each day and without expectation, by which we are reminded that the better part of all our fortunes are come by the grace of ever-turning Creation and not the meagre labors of a proud soul. Let me be reminded, in meditation upon your sea and sky, to keep myself ever in motion, and my eyes cast always to the far line of the horizon.

Written By Talen

Feb. 24, 2018, 5:50 p.m.(4/3/1008 AR)

Relationship Note on Edain

Welcome to the Dad club. The first rule of Dad club, don't talk about the weird shit your kids do in the journals.

They'll grow up, kill you, and usurp you.

To be fair, in the Lycuem they might do that anyway.

Written By Vayne

Feb. 24, 2018, 5:19 p.m.(4/3/1008 AR)

Relationship Note on Alban

My Lord, there are oftentimes more options than we see at first glance. If you're interested, I'd be happy to help you see new options, or sort out the ones you have.

Written By Valery

Feb. 24, 2018, 4:27 p.m.(4/3/1008 AR)

I'm hosting a small event in the garden tomorrow.
I hope some people come.
I need to prepare more tea...

Written By Saoirse

Feb. 24, 2018, 3:57 p.m.(4/3/1008 AR)

Relationship Note on Jeffeth

It's wonderful to have such a reliable champion and knight ready and willing to protect at any moment. I look forward to your service and I am sure that redness in your face is just a sunburn.

Written By Caith

Feb. 24, 2018, 3:55 p.m.(4/3/1008 AR)

Relationship Note on Saoirse

I look at Stumphrey. I look at his silly, happy, fluffy face and I wonder:

Is it true? Are you really the monster she claims you are?

I mean, he destroyed something irreplaceable, something utterly dear to her. I can never make that right! And he sits here looking at me, no regret in his little doggy face. Does he even understand what he's done? What he's burdened me with?

I just .. I just can't.

Oh Stumphrey. How COULD you?!

Written By Tibaltus

Feb. 24, 2018, 3:10 p.m.(4/3/1008 AR)

Relationship Note on Alban

Take advantage of confession, my lord.

And then let brothers and sisters of the Faith help navigate clean hands and an unburdened heart through these troubled waters.

Written By Alban

Feb. 24, 2018, 2:40 p.m.(4/3/1008 AR)

To add more madness to the mix, I find myself torn between duty, faith, and the pangs of the heart. I must focus this into a desire to succeed, so that I may see it through to the end instead of allow it to scatter my thoughts to the wind, distract me from what I must do. If only I could put her out of my mind...

Written By Alban

Feb. 24, 2018, 2:38 p.m.(4/3/1008 AR)

I find myself burdened more than I have ever been, but I must rise to the challenge, I must be the support that my Family and my People need during this trying time. I must be up to the task. There are no other options... None. At all.

Written By Joscelin

Feb. 24, 2018, 2:31 p.m.(4/3/1008 AR)

It's all fun and games until someone takes it in the ear.

Written By Alban

Feb. 24, 2018, 2:30 p.m.(4/3/1008 AR)

Why is it that when everything seems to be moving forwards, suddenly it all falls off the rails? There is a law I am told, that the worst thing that can happen, most likely will happen. A good thing to plan for when it comes to War, better to be overprepared than underprepared. Not so useful when it comes to family...

Written By Brogan

Feb. 24, 2018, 1:47 p.m.(4/3/1008 AR)

The rumors that fly 'round this damn city always suprises me. Some days I wake up, hearing something, and the first thing that pops into my head is, "Damn, I need another drink." Then I realize I should probably get out of bed before I think about drinking again.

Do I care for 'lot of people? Spirits yes. I've seen too many that I love and care for die, and not being able to do much about it. Do I build friendships easy, and show 'bit of affection for those I care for you? Damn right, life is too short to be bottled up and not giving as much as you can to the people in your life. Am I rolling in the furs with every beautiful lass that happens to have a drink with me? Hah, not at all, I'm a bit tougher to get in the sack than that.

I've got a big heart, aye, but it ain't the type to float from one flower to the next. My life is what it is, and I ain't ashamed of it, and I'm damn sure not apologizin' for it. The one that's captured my heart knows it, and that's all there's going to be 'bout it. Plenty of love from the big Northern Savage to be sure, but only one place where the Heart lives.

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