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Written By Anze

Dec. 4, 2016, 12:57 p.m.(4/17/1005 AR)

I keep getting let down by the lack of hedonism I see from the Lycene. I guess I shouldn't expect orgy's in the streets or anything, but you hear all these stories about how they do things and it makes one curious. Luckily a helpful pair of Lycene's pointed me in the direction of two others to ask my questions to. I will get to the bottom of if the debauchery is all rumors or not soon enough.

Although it will be kind of disappointing if I find out it is all true because I wont be able to participate. Maybe its best not to know...

Written By Sylvie

Dec. 4, 2016, 12:43 p.m.(4/17/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Niccolo

Even when we disagree on principles, I have a deep well of respect for the Voice of Velenosa. I cannot fault him for his positions and his strategies, even if they do not align perfectly with my own wishes and desires.

And I believe my parents would be proud, that I am continuing the not-so-formal tradition of providing friendship to Velenosa.

What is it that has been said? Something along the lines of 'Zaffria serves Velenosa as the wind serves the flower, carrying its seed to places it would be unable to reach without.'

Written By Sylvie

Dec. 4, 2016, 12:37 p.m.(4/17/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Talen

The Sword of Lenosia was kind enough to accept a request to teach me the basics of self-defense. I am not sure that he found me so charming on the field (that is what it is called, is it not?) but I have certainly learned a lesson of him and myself. One, that I have no hope in defending myself and should hire a champion. As for two--.

Well, once again, the Sword of Lenosia bleeds rather handsomely, as I managed to nick him with the borrowed blade more on accident than any purpose.

Written By Sylvie

Dec. 4, 2016, 12:34 p.m.(4/17/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Donrai

One would be a fool to ignore the Prince of the Maelstorm or his words. I am not one of those fools.

I can honestly say that I wish I had more time to spend in the company of the man. He is sharp, intelligent, and so experienced. I do not say this only because he called me charming and bold, but because the man, in his own way, is as charming and as bold; many people likely miss that given his appearance and his unwavering stares.

Written By Sylvie

Dec. 4, 2016, 12:30 p.m.(4/17/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Harlan

Lady Aislin's brother with his own convoluted ties to me. His cousin-in-law being my own former sister-in-law. I am surprised that we have not talked more because he is pleasant company, if a little more distracted by hunts and adventures than I am.

It reminds me often of how different our cultures are, we who mingle in Arx. The Compact is strengthened by our differences, as I hope my relationship to Lord Harlan and the Ashfords will be.

Written By Eirene

Dec. 4, 2016, 12:29 p.m.(4/17/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Kima

Bit rowdy as a kid but she's matured and become a good warrior, capable, and worthy of wielding the ancient sword of Southport. Trust is becoming more and more important and she has minje.

Written By Eirene

Dec. 4, 2016, 12:26 p.m.(4/17/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Aislin

How frustrating it must be to have you whole life reduced to 'aww, what cute stories' followed by 'Wait, what, you knew all along?! Why didn't you tell us?!' Capable woman. Good with common folk.

Written By Eirene

Dec. 4, 2016, 12:24 p.m.(4/17/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Victus

As usual, I find myself getting along -very- well with Thraxians. I don't agree with the whole Thrall bullshit but they as individuals are intelligent, cunning, capable, and honorable in their own way. He's no different and I feel a strange kind of 'out of my element' bond with him.

Written By Julea

Dec. 4, 2016, 4:35 a.m.(4/16/1005 AR)

I've managed to stay (mostly) sober now since the night of my arrival but it hasn't helped any with the sea of new faces. I'm not used to being around so many people with their titles and their fancy clothes and have no clue when I need to be curtsying, and standing and what ever else I'm supposed to be doing. I'm surprised I've not already offended half the nobility of Arx and been shown the gate.

In my drunken state in my arrival, I seemed to have rented a room at a place called the Spirits, it looks fancy and it even has a bed. I slept on it the first night, but have been using the furs on the floor since. Too worried I'll mess it up and I'll get charged cleaning or something.

And I hate to think what it's doing to my meagre savings. I'm going to need to find somewhere more suitable, before I've not enough to rent some time on a forge. And if I can't do that, then .. well this whole trip is for nought. Or mostly.

Also, a Princess has invited me to tea. I didn't bring clothes for such affairs. I think if I got it mended my green dress might still fit me. It isn't much but it's going to have to do. I can't even imagine what she'd want me for. Perhaps to chastise me for insulting half the nobility of Arx. Do they hang people for that? This trip might prove to be very short if so.

Assuming I'm not hung, the plan remains the same. Rent out some time on the forge, produce some examples of my work, sell and make profit, and send back home to father.

Julea Sanguine
9am, 16th of April, 1005 AR.

Written By Bethany

Dec. 4, 2016, 2:50 a.m.(4/16/1005 AR)

(Such dreams. Such nightmares. Interwoven and intermingled.)

Thoughts for tea blends:

To intellectual engagement with a thorny wit. A bouquet of fine red roses juxtaposed against the keen edge of hot spices and smoke.

To the breath of wild and tangled. Dried herbs, resinous needles, roots and the suggestion of damp and rich earth. Perhaps an undercurrent of honest mint.

Written By Cara

Dec. 4, 2016, 2:45 a.m.(4/16/1005 AR)

I rode out of the city today in the mid-morning on that sweet little mare I've had the pleasure of riding a few times now; she is a good-tempered one and very gentle. Once we came to the woods I let her choose the path and -- I confess -- I did get a bit turned around.

By the time I made it home we were both all over in mud, soaked through and covered in brambles.

I'll have to make sure she gets an extra treat for putting up with me, poor dear.

Written By Bethany

Dec. 3, 2016, 11:53 p.m.(4/15/1005 AR)

I visited the Shrine to Jayus on my way through the city. There was a book beside the two offerings left from the day of prayer. Forgive the thought, I thought about taking -

(For shame. No, I had no such thought.)

However, I read the book of Uncommon Prayer and committed the following to memory so that I could transcribe it to my journal:

Prayer Against Nightmares
May Jayus touch my eyes to seal them against dark visions;

May Jayus touch my mind to seal it against weakness;

May Jayus touch my heart to seal it against fear;

May Jayus touch my dreams to open them to clarity;

Eyes, mind, and heart bring dreams;

Mine I consecrate to Jayus.

Written By Leona

Dec. 3, 2016, 10:36 p.m.(4/15/1005 AR)

Not terribly long after I received my rapier from Master Meadson - (it is a terribly beautiful piece of weaponry, and feels a little more mine than Lord Dayne's blade.

My blade, now.

I will carry both. But, the Crown's Defender is mine. Without the history or the sadness of loss attached to it. I shall write a new story with it, Gloria willing.)

--and stepped into another shop, The Storied Blade. I met the Lady Fidante (walking blossom of scandal) and Mistress Hana. The former provided me with a piece of excellent advice: revel in one's reputation.

It was only slightly more proper than my previous interaction at Ferron Arms and Armor.

Written By Ida

Dec. 3, 2016, 9:56 p.m.(4/15/1005 AR)

I have not yet written about my honored naming to the low council by Lady Regent Dawn. I am not one for politics and the gods know I am hardly one who could pull off the sort of necessary rituals that seem so much a part of social...warfare? Whatever one might call such things, I suck at them. I've no desire to be good at them, either.

When Lady Regent Dawn asked, I could not say no, despite all my protestations about such things. What came to mind was a quote His Grace, Prince Edain, shared with me, that his sister had shared with him once upon a time. It's not mine to share here, but I heeded it and hope I manage to serve the Lady Regent in this regard both faithfully and with honor. To say I am humbled by her trust in me hardly suffices.

Written By Ida

Dec. 3, 2016, 9:50 p.m.(4/15/1005 AR)

I have not been this sore after a fight for this long in quite some time. It's pretty awesome! To add to the after-melee glow, of sorts, the shop was full of visitors recently, both for commissions and just chatting. I could not feel more honored by such wonderful company.

I met Lady Niamh Greenmarch first of all, who came to visit. What an amazing and interesting woman! I truly hope to cross paths with her again soon.

A woman who used so, soooo few words, a Mistress Aslaug, commissioned a dagger shortly after. I'm nearly done with that as of this writing, even.

His Grace, Prince Edain, Lord Damon (whose shiner I still proudly sport from the melee - and who was happy to remind me of it) and even /the/ Dame Leona also stopped by for a bit. I had not met her before, but the sword she carries is unmistakable. There are hardly words enough to describe my honor and enjoyment speaking with them all.

I also met Master Aksel, who the Duchess Nadia recommended me to. I've been sketching a weapon for her recently and her sending him to me means a great deal. He is the Sword of Stonedeep and the heirloom weapon he carries is breathtaking. I am excited to craft the greataxe he commissioned. He told me a wonderful story as well, which I think I will try to have turned into a small book at Mistress Gisele's shop. I find myself rather charmed.

Written By Aislin

Dec. 3, 2016, 9:49 p.m.(4/15/1005 AR)

I'm starting to see runes in my sleep.

It's not that I don't appreciate a good intellectual puzzle, mind you; this has certainly been something to keep my mind active for months. And months. And months.

And I am definitely making progress in attempting to translate them! My talent for languages proving to be useful is actually a bit gratifying.

But I swear, I may need to take a break in a bit. Just to clear my brain for a week.

Written By Aslaug

Dec. 3, 2016, 8:19 p.m.(4/15/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Kieran

(On this page is drawn a handsome and face with an energetic and detailed smile, lively whisps of hair fluffed up off his head, and a regal square jaw. Only making the sketch unsettling is the absence of eyes in it, flat flesh instead over there space under his brows.)

Written By Aslaug

Dec. 3, 2016, 8:16 p.m.(4/15/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Anze

(where there should be writing is instead a sketch of a handsome faced man, though it takes a moment to notice he's missing his ears)

Written By Leona

Dec. 3, 2016, 7:38 p.m.(4/15/1005 AR)

Oh, blast it.

Poor humor and ill timing. However, it was such a pleasure to meet Master Ferron and the High Lord Valardin. Although, I personally feel as if my mentor would be bemused with me - if he had witnessed the interaction.

(It feels uncomfortable... to be so noticed.)

Currently, I do believe that I would fully benefit from a tutor in charm and comportment.

Written By Aslaug

Dec. 3, 2016, 6:45 p.m.(4/15/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Fortunato

(On a piece of paper shoved into her journal that clearly isn't from it)

A rat, gray-furred, bare-tailed, clasps pale paws around the upper edge of an upper edge of a shot glass. Inside the shotglass, a chunk of jagged, dark rock. Underneath all that, a single exclamation mark, small, almost timid.

Signed Fortunato Greyhope.

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