Written By Samael
Dec. 10, 2017, 1 a.m.(9/27/1007 AR)
I've joined the Vellichorian Academy. I've been studying the law for 20 years but I am a greenhorn scholar in so many new ways. It is good to see my thirst for knowledge is shared with so many in Arx. I feel like I've entered a new phase in my life.
Written By Reigna
Dec. 9, 2017, 10:51 p.m.(9/27/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Valencia
This Princess is the epitome of charity and generosity. Her event tonight was glorious, as all her events are. The catering was magnificent, the people there interesting. Valencia herself inspires me in many, many ways. Arx is better for having her in it. I hope that someday I might also be a similar light within our fair city.
Written By Joscelin
Dec. 9, 2017, 10:36 p.m.(9/27/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Acacia
It's been too long since I've seen this wonderful woman. It was good to run into her at the Grotto, even better to share a drink and fine company. Note: must invite her over for scones before it gets too cold.
Written By Joscelin
Dec. 9, 2017, 10:15 p.m.(9/27/1007 AR)
Who said grief has a time limit? The bonds we make in this life can travel on, and on, and Gods, I do pray I will see you in the next life, our positions reversed, me looking up to you instead of the other way around.
I miss you, I hear a song or hear a joke and I forget, for a heartbeat, that you're not here to share it with. A story that comes up and I laugh and turn to call your name, and you aren't going to be there to answer me.
Twice, I have called for you in my sleep, my voice echoing off the walls of my home even as I wake and remember: you're dead, and you are not here anymore.
Some, I suspect, would rather I forget, wash my hands of old wounds and leave it be.
Robbed of our loved ones, what use is it to praise their absence, or forget it's an absence at all?
I breathe for you, I miss you, but I live for you, because you would kick my ass if I did anything less than live this life with all the joy to bring down mountains and shake the skies.
I miss you, I hear a song or hear a joke and I forget, for a heartbeat, that you're not here to share it with. A story that comes up and I laugh and turn to call your name, and you aren't going to be there to answer me.
Twice, I have called for you in my sleep, my voice echoing off the walls of my home even as I wake and remember: you're dead, and you are not here anymore.
Some, I suspect, would rather I forget, wash my hands of old wounds and leave it be.
Robbed of our loved ones, what use is it to praise their absence, or forget it's an absence at all?
I breathe for you, I miss you, but I live for you, because you would kick my ass if I did anything less than live this life with all the joy to bring down mountains and shake the skies.
Written By Leona
Dec. 9, 2017, 7:44 p.m.(9/26/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Ailith
She works so hard to be strong. She keeps busy helping other people. Answering their questions, supporting their work. She always seems to know a little bit of what's going on - she may not know details, but she knows who's working on what. She is a friend and a valuable knowledge base, but I have to wonder what she does that's just for her? Perhaps Dame Marra would know, but if she does, Marra's not telling.
Written By Zhayla
Dec. 9, 2017, 7:32 p.m.(9/26/1007 AR)
So much faces us now, as a whole. The Compact is beset on all sides and all we can do is look into the heart of evil and throat-punch the damn thing. We've got our work cut out for us now, and I have to admit I kind of wish we could just attack without worrying about all the other implications. Dreams and portents and signs and weird shit. I hate it, and I want to stab all of it too.
I don't know if that makes me a good Sword or a terrible one, but that's how I feel.
I don't know if that makes me a good Sword or a terrible one, but that's how I feel.
Written By Margerie
Dec. 9, 2017, 7:16 p.m.(9/26/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Reigna
I have glanced at my nephews journal's and seen the most alarming comment that he hopes that his wife's goat will stay away from me. Is this a common fear in Arx? Are the local pets and creatures so poorly trained?
Still, I would be rather surprised by such an occurrence. Young Lady Wyrmsguard when I met her, she has become formidable in her new station. You are somewhat softened by marriage and motherhood, but I believe there is strong oak beneath that surface that will bolster our family in the years to come. A misbehaving pet seems something she would take in hand rather well.
Still, I would be rather surprised by such an occurrence. Young Lady Wyrmsguard when I met her, she has become formidable in her new station. You are somewhat softened by marriage and motherhood, but I believe there is strong oak beneath that surface that will bolster our family in the years to come. A misbehaving pet seems something she would take in hand rather well.
Written By Zhayla
Dec. 9, 2017, 7:13 p.m.(9/26/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Morrighan
A pleasant woman with a one-track mind, but I think her heart's in the right place. We'll be working together for a while I think, as we have common goals. I wonder what this means? She has such a restless energy. But I approve of her willingness and desire to set things on fire. At least the right things, anyway.
Written By Margerie
Dec. 9, 2017, 7:08 p.m.(9/26/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Kael
I know that peacefully turning family responsibilities over to Kael was the correct thing to do, but one cannot help a certain fluttering in the stomach when such things are done. Neither of us had a lifetime of training for the duties we would be asked to undertake, but the possibility always lingered over my life. He seems to flourish here, though. I am pleased to hear of the friendships and connections he has forged. Let us hope that my presence bolsters his confidence in the days to come.
Written By Margerie
Dec. 9, 2017, 7:01 p.m.(9/26/1007 AR)
Arriving in Arx for the first time feels like a life's journey and a sudden surprise all at the very same instant. Anticipation and reality so often seem fated to clash in a disappointing murmur, but I have yet to feel that deflating slump of lowered expectations. Everywhere I look there is a splash of color, something new. It seems I may at last have found a place dizzying enough to keep up with my curiosities.
Written By Reigna
Dec. 9, 2017, 3:36 p.m.(9/26/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Acacia
I happened to meet Goodwoman Acacia Culler recently. A conversation was had that has stuck with me for a few days now. Questions of moral obligation and duty to one's fellows, sentiments that unexpectedly carried over into a meeting with Prince Venteri, the marin'alfar emissary that has been in Arx now for a while. While my meeting with the Prince was disappointingly unproductive, it was deeply gratifying to have met him.
Thank you, Arx, for broadening my horizons, just a little more each day.
Thank you, Arx, for broadening my horizons, just a little more each day.
Written By Reigna
Dec. 9, 2017, 3:32 p.m.(9/26/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Margerie
My husband's aunt has arrived in Arx!
Her arrival was unexpected, but I find the woman to be a delightful addition to the household. Her verve and thirst for living is the genesis of the sunshine splendor that radiates from her daughter, Shae. It seems our house is growing fuller by the day and I for one, am joyful of it.
Welcome to Arx, Lady Margerie!
Her arrival was unexpected, but I find the woman to be a delightful addition to the household. Her verve and thirst for living is the genesis of the sunshine splendor that radiates from her daughter, Shae. It seems our house is growing fuller by the day and I for one, am joyful of it.
Welcome to Arx, Lady Margerie!
Written By Victus
Dec. 9, 2017, 2:07 p.m.(9/26/1007 AR)
There really aren't enough problems that are easily solved with a quick swing of an axe.
A shame.
A shame.
Written By Monique
Dec. 9, 2017, 12:29 p.m.(9/26/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Esoka
As it happens, I did train for athleticism and survival. Dame Esoka is a hard taskmistress, but a damned good one. Wise, I think, beyond her years.
Written By Lucita
Dec. 9, 2017, 10:35 a.m.(9/26/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Marcos
Estaban's cousin is quickly becoming a friend. We've spent long hours in conversation during the time was helping Marcos tend to Estaban's burns on hands, arms, and back. He has a confident but competent and gentle way of dealing with wounds and keeping me busy enough that the 'ick' factors did not lead to losing my lunch or my composure too badly. Will be glad to claim him as another cousin when I join the Saik family.
Written By Lucita
Dec. 9, 2017, 10:22 a.m.(9/26/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Estaban
Burns are terrible things, especially with both hands, arms, and back are bandaged and painful. I hope the children that were saved from the burning building will never forget the courage and ordeal the men who rescued them went through for their sake and know their lives mattered to others.
Note: Stubborn man, so many messages and suffering with each word written. If there is ever a time both hands are bandaged up so much again, just have them visit and talk.
Note: Stubborn man, so many messages and suffering with each word written. If there is ever a time both hands are bandaged up so much again, just have them visit and talk.
Written By Vanora
Dec. 9, 2017, 3:28 a.m.(9/25/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Arianna
My beautiful Dark Maiden,
I would kiss away your tears and make everything better if only I could. The answers you are looking for may not be as important as you think. You are not defined by what others perceive nor what they say. You define yourself. The Thirteenth's gifts to us are many. Sometimes more than it seems possible to understand. The one I look to the most is the one plaguing you presently. He teaches us that we define ourselves. We create ourselves. The purpose of looking into the mirror is not to find what is light and good and easy. It is not to ignore or fear the darkness. It is to see it. Know it. Master it.
"He can save you from what you might become."
Fear nothing, save ignorance and denial. Look into the mirror and know your truth. Embrace it. Master it. Turn your fears, your shadows, into power.
You will get through this. I do not know the answer to your questions. What I know is that they do not matter. Not nearly so much as your strength. Your power. Your purpose.
You are His. Let Him claim you Fear nothing. We will love you when you make your way to the other side. As will He.
Fear Nothing
I would kiss away your tears and make everything better if only I could. The answers you are looking for may not be as important as you think. You are not defined by what others perceive nor what they say. You define yourself. The Thirteenth's gifts to us are many. Sometimes more than it seems possible to understand. The one I look to the most is the one plaguing you presently. He teaches us that we define ourselves. We create ourselves. The purpose of looking into the mirror is not to find what is light and good and easy. It is not to ignore or fear the darkness. It is to see it. Know it. Master it.
"He can save you from what you might become."
Fear nothing, save ignorance and denial. Look into the mirror and know your truth. Embrace it. Master it. Turn your fears, your shadows, into power.
You will get through this. I do not know the answer to your questions. What I know is that they do not matter. Not nearly so much as your strength. Your power. Your purpose.
You are His. Let Him claim you Fear nothing. We will love you when you make your way to the other side. As will He.
Fear Nothing
Written By Clover
Dec. 9, 2017, 3:25 a.m.(9/25/1007 AR)
Something vile my ways comes,
Hear the wicked song it hums.
Listen to the dark chord it strums.
Something vile my way gazes,
Sees my fire as it blazes.
Black heart, this is just the start.
Hear the wicked song it hums.
Listen to the dark chord it strums.
Something vile my way gazes,
Sees my fire as it blazes.
Black heart, this is just the start.
Written By Clover
Dec. 9, 2017, 3:08 a.m.(9/25/1007 AR)
The more I search the more questions I have.
Every answer is a question waiting to be asked. I dream now of chasing these answers. I dream of coming upon a peculiar stone and turning it over and there is another stone underneath, even more peculiar. I dream of figures with features I can't quite make out. Snippets of conversations. Voices too distant to recognize. Features and landscapes shift. The world tilts to the side. Was I going north? Now I face south. Everything spins and I cannot catch my bearings now matter how hard I try.
To Vellichor I offer a prayer:
Give me not the answers, I'll find them in time, but give me the patience to not grow mad seeking your divine knowledge.
Every answer is a question waiting to be asked. I dream now of chasing these answers. I dream of coming upon a peculiar stone and turning it over and there is another stone underneath, even more peculiar. I dream of figures with features I can't quite make out. Snippets of conversations. Voices too distant to recognize. Features and landscapes shift. The world tilts to the side. Was I going north? Now I face south. Everything spins and I cannot catch my bearings now matter how hard I try.
To Vellichor I offer a prayer:
Give me not the answers, I'll find them in time, but give me the patience to not grow mad seeking your divine knowledge.
Written By Agnarr
Dec. 9, 2017, 1:32 a.m.(9/25/1007 AR)
Stomping works too, as do rocks.
Fists can work, but one is like to break or crack the bones of the hand when hitting skulls or faces. Never mind punching a helmed and harnessed man, no point in that. Wrest him down to the ground instead and gouge an eye or two.
Fists can work, but one is like to break or crack the bones of the hand when hitting skulls or faces. Never mind punching a helmed and harnessed man, no point in that. Wrest him down to the ground instead and gouge an eye or two.
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