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Written By Orathy

April 1, 2017, 11:28 a.m.(3/12/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Lyiana

*Written poorly*

Best thing. She be stayin with me now. Be acceptin me confessions fer all tha I be doin.
Could not be havin a better woman.

Written By Orathy

April 1, 2017, 11:27 a.m.(3/12/1006 AR)

*Poorly Written*
Be I lookin ta start somethin ta deal with dem troublers...
Fer the Lowers, fer the Uppers, fer... reaching heights we ain't all but dreamin of.
I be havin me own visions 'n they be different than wha me nieces want...
Aye.
Time ta be Orathy fuckin Culler.

Written By Lailah

April 1, 2017, 10:10 a.m.(3/11/1006 AR)

Through all the darkness that surrounds us, there is some small comfort that I can find to bring light to my life. I can only hope that the gods continue to smile down at my good fortune, and allow me to begin this, the next chapter of my life. I can hardly wait.

I'll also say that while I am happy that my Aunt Ann has finally returned to Arx, I do wish it hadn't been under these conditions. I hope the siege is ended soon, and normal life can resume. I have so many plans to make.

Written By Percephon

April 1, 2017, 9:57 a.m.(3/11/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Korka

It's good to have Korka in the city. Her creativity in methods will certainly be useful during these times, and having another trustworthy member of the house such as her to help with research is a reassurance. Even she won't get too bored, what with the siege, bringers, and everything else going on at the moment.

Written By Luna

April 1, 2017, 6:55 a.m.(3/11/1006 AR)

I have written 8 drafts of a song. I have burned through several candles unable to sleep at night writing. However, this is the most current version. I may change my mind all over again in a few hours.


Starlight so far away...

We send our lights,

we pray...



Nothing will break our spirit..

We will not fear it..




Our Bones are broken..

Beaten to the ground..

With prayers spoken...

We ready for our second round..



Our dead will not be forgotten

We will defeat the evil, their begotten...



Lost souls of the City of Arx...

Light up the sky against the Dark..



Their spirits rejoin the stars...

and the war soon will be ours!




I have no idea what I am going to call it. The "Lights of Arx?" I have no idea. I need more sleep.

Written By Saedrus

April 1, 2017, 6:12 a.m.(3/11/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Aleksei

There now, that was not so painful was it?

One lesson complete. I can only hope progress is made with the next one and perhaps with less vocal complaints next time. I feel as though this is rather like training a puppy not to chew during teething. All the same, I am certain he will impress.

Written By Tobias

April 1, 2017, 6:06 a.m.(3/11/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Silas

I don't think I'll ever know exactly why Everard decided to become... what he became... but Silas is as worthy a successor to the Lord Commander title as most anyone could have asked for, by my estimation.

Working with him during the time leading up to the battle of Pride Hall while the Crimson Blades were Iron Guard Auxillaries was enjoyable, and he didn't try to keep us longer than he needed to. I'd be happy to work with him again as it comes up during the siege.

Written By Ann

April 1, 2017, 1:19 a.m.(3/11/1006 AR)

Document the fourth:

3 gather together
2 announce their courtship (a blessing in a dark time)
1 has no whisky

... and I couldn't find whisky anywhere in the building. I ought to have stayed put and drank the wine.

Written By Tikva

April 1, 2017, 12:43 a.m.(3/11/1006 AR)

Even the sturdiest, coldest mountain yields to the melting warmth of fresh sunlight, with the first new growth of springtime. When you see the first new green leaves pierce the snow, you have to smile, don't you?

When that first bright daisy opens on a new day, it means more than simple flower petals.

Fuck the Bringers. I have a song to write.

Written By Sparte

April 1, 2017, 12:38 a.m.(3/11/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Mae

Blood and kissing are not a winning combination, particularly when it isn't the blood of either of the two involved. Still, excellent creativity on her part made the night a rousing success.

Written By Peregrine

March 31, 2017, 11:43 p.m.(3/11/1006 AR)

...as dictated to a priest of Vellichor...

History is a cold forge in Arx. The halls are cold, the statues and the writings that tell the stories. The breath spent on songs and tales gives them life. Your heroes breathed once. They moved. They acted. To keep the history alive, you must breathe too. You must move, you must act.

This is something I think Arx is learning now. It is good. Keep the history alive and you keep the wisdom. Cold forges do not make steel.

Written By Dulcinea

March 31, 2017, 11:08 p.m.(3/10/1006 AR)

Dear Me,

A belated letter! I've been so very neglectful, but everything has happened so fast.

I dove off a rampart and helped kill a bringer. And some shavs. Normally the shavs part would be worth the entire price of admission, but the BRINGER! (It was on fire!) My companions in action were delightful in every respect. They each deserve their own entry and shall have it.

I went to dinner with the Grimhalls. Lord Harald called me "Falling Arrow." I nearly died of joy.

I had a snit about my family not involving me in something? I think that's been documented.

Oh, and Lord Artorius very kindly continues to wear my favor on behalf of All Who Fight. Now that "All" is also ME, perhaps it helped in the whole rampart diving business? Who can say?

If only I could find more attractive armor and less people died, I'd be entirely behind this siege business.

Love and Flaming Pitch,

Me

Written By Esoka

March 31, 2017, 11:03 p.m.(3/10/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Edelma

The Sword of Giant's Reach hits hard, drinks hard, and laughs hard at stupid jokes about men and their whales. We're fast friends.

Written By Deva

March 31, 2017, 10:43 p.m.(3/10/1006 AR)

I should be dead. Several times over, really, if I may be completely blunt. But here I am.

I pray for peace for those we have lost, and I shall do everything I can to make the most of my time still here. Even if the 'why' continues to elude me.

Written By Nix

March 31, 2017, 10:20 p.m.(3/10/1006 AR)

I went on another walk today. Tap-tap-tap goes my cane. I swear that sound will haunt me long after I am healed, if such a time comes.

I am exploring this city street by street, and alley by alley. If I am to dwell in a place, then I will know it. Exploring a city at war is fascinating. The people act so differently. Nervous eyes, and hands quick to touch weapons. It is invigorating.

I found myself in the Hall of the Dead, where I met a man and his barbarian princess wife. Huh. He made some comment about heroic women or somesuch, and it took all of my grace not to smirk at him. She also showed no social decorum and asked rude and pointed questions.

What a place.

Written By Nix

March 31, 2017, 8:07 p.m.(3/10/1006 AR)

Wandering a city under siege is a strange thing.

I am used to naval combat, surely. For almost two decades that was daily life for me. I was at my fighting peak, however...not a cripple like I am now. Also, there is something different about a battle on land. It feels...less personal, if that makes any sort of sense. So many people who can stand between you and enemy blades.

I've taken to walking in the morning, during false dawn. The cold mornings hurt my leg like you would not believe, but the pain keeps me from becoming complacent. Perhaps I can still find a way to be useful in this time.

Perhaps not.

Written By Calaudrin

March 31, 2017, 5:07 p.m.(3/10/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Sparte

That crazy kid is braver than I am. He's also in better shape...

Written By Merek

March 31, 2017, 5:02 p.m.(3/10/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Joscelin

She is the Guildmaster of the Crafter's Guild, and has been there for all that need help when they need it. She is quite kind, and a fun person to be around.

Written By Aureth

March 31, 2017, 4:10 p.m.(3/10/1006 AR)

So it's like this.

I went to the Shrine of Gloria, which I can't say I'd _never_ done before, but I have to admit it's pretty rare. The place looks like it should be a war camp, and it looks like that all the time, not just when the entire city is under siege. Battle and war are a soldier's game. I own armor to not die in, and I can shoot a crossbow without murdering my own thumb but that's basically the extent of my skill in that area.

I was complaining to Aleksei about this and he wrote back, "You think honor only comes up when you're fighting?"

Makes you think, doesn't it?

Honor. It goes hand in hand with pride, doesn't it? The point on which you stand, the point of rage: that's not me, that is beneath me, that is not what I stand for, that is not what I am.

Where's your honor? Is it the line drawn in the sand, the point you reach of acts you won't do? "Hey, murder someone and throw them in the river."

Is it the point of integrity, the place where you won't lie anymore, even to protect yourself? "Hey, Death told me the Silence is coming."

Is it the point where even though you've got the battle skills of a limp noodle, you'll walk into the dark with your eyes wide open to protect people you care about, even if it's just to give the darkness another, shinier, blonder target?

I didn't really ever think that honor was something I was particularly entitled to, but that never stopped me from having a huge damn chip on my shoulder, did it?

This is my prayer to Gloria. Let me be worthy to protect the honor of the Queen. Allow me the fortitude not to disgrace the Faith. May I be strong enough to stand for what's right. May I be bold enough to defend the world from darkness.

May I be enough, and when I'm inevitably not -- let others stand with me.

Written By Aureth

March 31, 2017, 3:47 p.m.(3/10/1006 AR)

Lagoma, the Lady of Change.

You know, I sit down to write out my thoughts on Lagoma and I feel like I already have. Each step we take - every choice I take on this path that I've set myself - it requires change and adaptation, in becoming a new person, in becoming a new thing, in Becoming, with a capital B, whatever that means. The gift of change is the ability to become. When I think about it--

Hana was the first true gift of Lagoma, for all that, in the end, she's probably more a gift from Jayus, for all that the debt a father owes his daughter probably has more to do with Limerance. Because the boy I was when I met her mother could never have been her dad. Because the man I was when I met her ... I don't know that he could ever have been responsible enough to reach for what I have now.

But I opened my heart, because how not? I made that choice. I accepted that change.

Hana has brilliant hands. It's not just native instinct. It's a lifetime of hard work, of dedication. Without a father to guide her, she chose to be a better, more responsible, more sturdy and real, than he ever would have been in his life. I don't think this is usually how examples work, and yet--

And yet.

But if I could become real for one person, it turned out ... it turned out I could be more. Because I saw that there was a way forward. Fortunato says that, after she showed me the Silence, I could have just dumped it off on Orazio or Aldwin and let it be somebody else's problem, and you know ... I never once thought of that? I never once thought to stop? Pretend it away? I never once thought to _not_ try?

I don't know when or how I became the man who made that choice. But I did. Because people have the power to change who they are. The power to become.

Death begins our stories with a blank weave, or with an old soul threaded into a new pattern. Skald gave us the will so that we could forge our way across that new pattern, so that our choices have meaning. But Lagoma grants us the gift to become, to grow, to change into the form of that pattern, to reshape our lives.

This is my prayer to Lagoma, in thanks for what She has already granted me, and us. Let me never shy from an opportunity to grow. Spring is coming, right around the corner. May it bring new growth for us all.

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