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Written By Ophelia

March 19, 2017, 9:42 a.m.(2/13/1006 AR)

(This journal page is sticky and has many red fingerprints - it's also stuck to someone else's journal entry. Hope they didn't have anything important to say, and good luck putting the page down).

We made strawberry-rhubarb jam the other day. (Serah and I).

Precisely 72 bottles, and used every grain of sugar that the Hundred Cities had to offer, along with a big portion of their honey.

We had intended on using it for our stores. Burying it in the Menagerie with the rest of the supplies but by the time we got there we only had 20 bottles left and one hell of a sugar hangover. We were caught and then had to barter 12 bottles for the Keeper's silence when he discovered us miserably trying to dig holes in the frozen ground.

We have 8 bottles left and I can't say I'm sorry. I never want to eat jam ever again.

On a related note, I could see sound and food now has a different taste all around.

Also on a slightly related note, the striped ass at the Menagerie has become my arch-nemesis. He's eaten something very dear to me - one of Mathias' letters. Just when I reached the last line, he took it. I thought for a moment he was going to ask me to the ball! I now know why they call stubborn men asses. The striped one will be my first victim should our stores run out. I'll keep some strawberry-rhubarb glaze set aside just for him, however as I suspect as a last act of stubborn defiance he will taste /terrible/.

Written By Joslyn

March 19, 2017, 8:58 a.m.(2/13/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Ferrando

I don't spend nearly as much time with this tower of a man as I should. Has some quite entertaining stories to tell, so I should get to know him better, maybe he'll tell me more.

Written By Joslyn

March 19, 2017, 8:53 a.m.(2/13/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Artorius

A very good fighter. I swear, I almost had him, but perhaps next time. He certainly proved I'm not as ready as I thought. I must train harder.

Written By Joslyn

March 19, 2017, 8:47 a.m.(2/13/1006 AR)

The battle approaches, my preparations are set. I'm teaming up with Lord Michael Bisland in his efforts to evacuate the lower boroughs, and hopefully save as many lives as I can. I am trying not to subject myself to too great a risk, for the sake of those that depend on me, but I refuse to be idle throughout this ordeal.

I hope Calandra listens to sense, and comes to stay with me in the Fidante villa. I can't imagine anywhere safer, though I wish that I could keep all that I wished safe behind these walls. Perhaps I'm selfish. I'll gladly risk myself for those I love, but the moment that I learn those I love are risking themselves...

I pray to the gods for her safe return, and pray that if at the very least, that I'll be allowed to keep my memory. In the meantime, I'll prepare myself, prepare her, and what comes will come.

I'm the one that wished to be a warrior. Now I understand the worry that I'll wrought upon those that care for me in the future. I suppose this fear of loss I'll need to rid myself of. It's a weakness that only stops me from moving forward.

Written By Cicero

March 19, 2017, 8:45 a.m.(2/13/1006 AR)

A gift unbidden
The surprise is genuine
Best of responses

Written By Cicero

March 19, 2017, 8:42 a.m.(2/13/1006 AR)

Taste of cinnamon
A drink to ward off winter
So warm on the tongue

Written By Merek

March 19, 2017, 8:39 a.m.(2/13/1006 AR)

I've been working on helping people find a safe place, while I continue to assist in the training of the Guard. I'm hopeful that when the siege comes, the men perform well. I worry about all of them. I know that this is war, and not all will survive, but I'm hopeful that the outcome will be much better than anyone can imagine, and we turn the tide fast.

Written By Max

March 19, 2017, 7:04 a.m.(2/13/1006 AR)

I can be a moron sometimes.

I can get wrapped up in my own narrative sometimes.

Own your shit Max. Then move the fuck on.

Written By Niamh

March 19, 2017, 7:01 a.m.(2/13/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Edain

He offered to punch someone for me. It's an offer I'm keeping in the bank, for sure.

Written By Max

March 19, 2017, 6:50 a.m.(2/13/1006 AR)

I am making my way up river with the slower merchants. The Grey river is as wide and vast as she is long, and my ships move three abreast up river, the stroke of the oars slapping the water as a heartbeat, as much as the rustle of the sails are its breath. The sun set just moments ago, bathing us all in the last fading golden red rays of light, and I could not help but remember our sunsets on the beach.

The land here is good - if overly forested and I see why the Crownlanders so jealously guard it.

All around me are Islanders both Mourning and Saffron, Lycene, Oathlanders and Northmen, all working with the Crownlanders. If we can maintain this unity for the battles to come...

We will be unstoppable.

Written By Ferrando

March 19, 2017, 3:17 a.m.(2/13/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Mae

Who are the best people? We are the best people!

Written By Dagon

March 19, 2017, 2:45 a.m.(2/13/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Harald

From the forward camp, winter,

Lord Grimhall is a traditionalist in every way I am not. He is a Thraxian, without doubt, and I suspect with little compromise; why should the sea compromise with the land, when it can just as easily rage against it?

But I want him to know, and Margot too perhaps, that should I die, it will not be from a predisposition to heroics or glory or even chivalry.

Should I die, it will be from a selfish thirst for recompense for the last fifteen years, and a distrust of those who say they will seek it for me. But, we are only as good of men as we pretend to be.

Would I were a better actor.

Written By Agnarr

March 19, 2017, 2:29 a.m.(2/13/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Vena

Owe you a match, I reckon.

Written By Denica

March 19, 2017, 12:30 a.m.(2/13/1006 AR)

At first, seeing her seeing me struck a chord of anger. The longer I walked away the more I was certain there would be a time where I must pause and let her address me. Her boots crunched in the snow as she arrived at my flank, and then I was under her cloak, pressed to her chest; all about her was warmth, a cocoon to draw me out. Her hair had a scent so very familiar. My fingers greedily grasping at her was familiar, too: an echo of memory. In that warmth I recalled my heart from its long sleep, and with it came all of its burdens. The crushing weight of foreboding. The ache of loneliness. The desire for succor.

I wanted little more than to command her to take me away. And yet, here I remain, chasing black visions. If I read them right, Oblivion lies near.

Is it not more wise to meet it at the sides of those loved, than alone? It is a burden of my hope that I think that it isn't inevitable. Thus, I remain.

Jayus, you are my heart and eyes: guide me.

Written By Silas

March 19, 2017, 12:03 a.m.(2/13/1006 AR)

(written very poorly, in almost illegible handwriting)

today was fun. i ofuhtg prince edain in the arena at the goledn hart as part of a small tournament evetn and after a close matcrh he ended up beating me. it was because he took the red armor, ni'm sure of it.

went out to the main hall and participated in the drink contest even though i wasn't a judge. met some swell folksk, got a little tipsy, but all in all a great nighto. princess valencia, princxe luca, and prince cicenro did a wonderful job!

also i kizssed a girl and i liked it.

Written By Alis

March 18, 2017, 10:22 p.m.(2/12/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Karadoc

So intelligent, but with no real nudge in any direction where he can apply it. Perhaps if he is dragged along to enough war camps, it will encourage him to decide quickly so he can stop being hauled along with the troops!

Sorrynotsorry for being one of those at fault for your current predicament. But I promise I will find a good bottle of wine to send you when we return from the latest battle. :)

Written By Alis

March 18, 2017, 10:18 p.m.(2/12/1006 AR)

I find that thinking about planning a wedding in the same way one might plan a war works remarkably well.

You find the most advantageous place to engage the battle (say your vows)
Plot the best route to get your troops (guests) there.
Determine in advance what pitfalls and traps may be waiting for you (who is going to be unhappy, and people to avoid inviting)

... why are you looking at me like that?

Written By Karadoc

March 18, 2017, 9:53 p.m.(2/12/1006 AR)

I blame Kima.

And Calypso.




Why oh why did I agree to this?.... I've no place on a battlefield, or anywhere near one.... I don't want to be here. I shant be here. if I close my eyes hard enough, after all the bottle is gone... I can almost pretend I'm back in Southport... Or Saikland.... But... Each time I wake, it's to the same damn tent...


Morning comes too soon. The bottle's opened too late. And is gone far too quickly. At this rate, I'll run out before we even catch sight of the enemy. Oh what a miserable trip home this will be.

If any are reading this, and you 'truly' love me... Send wine.


Written By Karadoc

March 18, 2017, 9:48 p.m.(2/12/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Arcelia

My dear youngest cousin... Oh how you've grown.... The lessons you've learned... How to annoy, cajole, careen through hearts and minds of others.

It brings tears to my eyes. Of joy, and laughter...


Written By Juliet

March 18, 2017, 7:55 p.m.(2/12/1006 AR)

War approaches. I've found my place.

Places. I've got a multitude of duties here. Originally, I thought I'd be tending to logistics - looks as though I may be returning to that, for at least some of the time.

I've also gotten generous aid from friends and faith to ensure I won't face this coming battle unprepared.

I've looked into some of the rose-tanning techniques used by the Apothecary college. Providing leather that is both soft and flexible, yet durable. It's remarkable, really.

Still, even leather wears on me, too heavy for someone not used to it. Maybe the solution is to wear it more.

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