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.
Written By Roxana
Dec. 9, 2017, 1 a.m.(9/25/1007 AR)
It was absolutely delightful to sit and speak once more with Alaric. With His Majesty Alaric Grayson rather. He was only newly crowned King when I first met him, and has been family to me for so long I must remind myself not to hug him in public or tell off-color jokes. That is for private conversations.
I am still so very grateful for all that he has done for me and mine. Why we even discussed the possibility of a post as lady-in-waiting to his wife, Queen Symonesse, who I am simply /dying/ of curiosity to know everything about. I would never tell him this in person, and only write it here because I am sure he does not have the time to page through all the whites. But between you and I, Scholar (and everyone who /does/ have the time to flip through the whites of strangers, which I do not judge in the least, enjoying the same myself) Between you and I and they: King Alaric sounds almost like a smitten schoolboy when speaking of Queen Symonesse. It's lovely, I'm so pleased that he found happiness in a political arrangement that may well have brought pure misery. He deserves nothing less, and I of course, deserve to be in her company often myself, as a lady-in-waiting ought.
Let us hope that far bigger things do not distract my brother-in-law from making good on his promise to mention it. I realize that life as we know it might well be on the brink of destruction, but that does not change my desire to braid the queen's hair on occasion.
I am still so very grateful for all that he has done for me and mine. Why we even discussed the possibility of a post as lady-in-waiting to his wife, Queen Symonesse, who I am simply /dying/ of curiosity to know everything about. I would never tell him this in person, and only write it here because I am sure he does not have the time to page through all the whites. But between you and I, Scholar (and everyone who /does/ have the time to flip through the whites of strangers, which I do not judge in the least, enjoying the same myself) Between you and I and they: King Alaric sounds almost like a smitten schoolboy when speaking of Queen Symonesse. It's lovely, I'm so pleased that he found happiness in a political arrangement that may well have brought pure misery. He deserves nothing less, and I of course, deserve to be in her company often myself, as a lady-in-waiting ought.
Let us hope that far bigger things do not distract my brother-in-law from making good on his promise to mention it. I realize that life as we know it might well be on the brink of destruction, but that does not change my desire to braid the queen's hair on occasion.
Written By Roxana
Dec. 8, 2017, 11:03 p.m.(9/25/1007 AR)
I don't often write in the whites. I prefer to keep my thoughts my own. It seems dutiful though to attempt it once in a while, as Vellichor has determined we ought.
I attended a rather unusual religious event today. It was held by the Archlector of the Queen of Endings. Not a Goddess I know terribly much about as so much is recent knowledge. It was mildly embarrassing to be so ignorant, as well as to realize there is published doctrine I might have read through beforehand and therefore avoided asking simple questions.
Archlector Aureth is an extremely gifted speaker. He managed to use something as ridiculous on the surface as holding a funeral for a dead bug (Spider, sorry, a dead spider, I'll work on that. I'm sure I have more questions, dozens at least, but imagined that while making a first impression on such a large group, many who appeared deeply devoted to the Goddess invoked, it may be better to wait. Allow them to ask the thoughtful queries they surely had, and not dominate the conversation with my simplistic ones that I could easily find in this text.
There were other interesting people present, I found myself particular intrigued by the Duchess Dafne Zaffria. Her appearance is quite striking, something different but not separate from beauty. The way she spoke I wondered if she too had heard the call of the Queen of Endings, but I imagined that it was not the best time to ask.
I have thus far enjoyed being in Arx. There is much yet to learn, and people to connect with, but there is also time.
I attended a rather unusual religious event today. It was held by the Archlector of the Queen of Endings. Not a Goddess I know terribly much about as so much is recent knowledge. It was mildly embarrassing to be so ignorant, as well as to realize there is published doctrine I might have read through beforehand and therefore avoided asking simple questions.
Archlector Aureth is an extremely gifted speaker. He managed to use something as ridiculous on the surface as holding a funeral for a dead bug (Spider, sorry, a dead spider, I'll work on that. I'm sure I have more questions, dozens at least, but imagined that while making a first impression on such a large group, many who appeared deeply devoted to the Goddess invoked, it may be better to wait. Allow them to ask the thoughtful queries they surely had, and not dominate the conversation with my simplistic ones that I could easily find in this text.
There were other interesting people present, I found myself particular intrigued by the Duchess Dafne Zaffria. Her appearance is quite striking, something different but not separate from beauty. The way she spoke I wondered if she too had heard the call of the Queen of Endings, but I imagined that it was not the best time to ask.
I have thus far enjoyed being in Arx. There is much yet to learn, and people to connect with, but there is also time.
Written By Edain
Dec. 8, 2017, 6:36 p.m.(9/24/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Shard
It makes me feel better to know I am not the only one that has entertained that thought. For what it is worth in the Oathlands we try to label things more accurately as 'rebated' weapons. Injuries can and do happen. A blunted piece of metal can still hurt you very badly.
When accidents happen it is generally because someone is so determined on victory that the throw away restraint during drill. It's a phenomenon we sometimes call 'Going ham.' Named so because when someone becomes so violent in drill they often take on the crazed look that only an Oathlander can have when you are between them and a Winter's Feast Ham.
When accidents happen it is generally because someone is so determined on victory that the throw away restraint during drill. It's a phenomenon we sometimes call 'Going ham.' Named so because when someone becomes so violent in drill they often take on the crazed look that only an Oathlander can have when you are between them and a Winter's Feast Ham.
Written By Quenia
Dec. 8, 2017, 5:58 p.m.(9/24/1007 AR)
Has anyone checked the Ambassador Salon lately for missing books? Those in the know might want to. Sooner, than later.
Written By Enyo
Dec. 8, 2017, 5:51 p.m.(9/24/1007 AR)
I've been rather lax in writing things recently, not because there hasn't been anything worth writing. In fact, just the opposite of that. I've had so many different things that might be worth writing about that I'm not entirely sure where to start. Some things I'm sure really don't need to be remembered forever, at least not by anyone but me.
Do I dare to write those down? To fill the pages with nonsense just to hear myself talk.
Of course I do.
I shall start with....what I have observed. The city is always active, even in the usually quiet hours of the evenings and nights I have found that there is always somewhere to go. Someone new to meet, or old friends to see again. No more having to pace endlessly in the confines of my rooms, dying for things to do when I just can't sleep in the early hours of the morning.
There are also strange things that happen, such as the incident with the fire the other day. Of course, there are also other peoples journals to read, which oftentimes I find provides much thought, and more questions.
As for me? I've met new people, of course. Always new people. Dashing knights and song singers, gorgeous ladies in their fine dresses. It's enough to have one dizzy from it all.
Another new discovery...bruises are sometimes tingly and ...something else. I can't remember what the other was. I think I may have that head injury afterall. I'll just have to find something to keep me awake just in case. Whatever will I find.
Do I dare to write those down? To fill the pages with nonsense just to hear myself talk.
Of course I do.
I shall start with....what I have observed. The city is always active, even in the usually quiet hours of the evenings and nights I have found that there is always somewhere to go. Someone new to meet, or old friends to see again. No more having to pace endlessly in the confines of my rooms, dying for things to do when I just can't sleep in the early hours of the morning.
There are also strange things that happen, such as the incident with the fire the other day. Of course, there are also other peoples journals to read, which oftentimes I find provides much thought, and more questions.
As for me? I've met new people, of course. Always new people. Dashing knights and song singers, gorgeous ladies in their fine dresses. It's enough to have one dizzy from it all.
Another new discovery...bruises are sometimes tingly and ...something else. I can't remember what the other was. I think I may have that head injury afterall. I'll just have to find something to keep me awake just in case. Whatever will I find.
Written By Bastien
Dec. 8, 2017, 5:20 p.m.(9/24/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Nierzen
Just as a warning, his book is /poetry/, which everyone knows is the lowest form of written artistry.
Written By Shard
Dec. 8, 2017, 4:39 p.m.(9/24/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Arianna
Some animals have very big jawbones.
Written By Arianna
Dec. 8, 2017, 4:23 p.m.(9/24/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Shard
A jawbone? I mean....damn.
Written By Madeleine
Dec. 8, 2017, 4:10 p.m.(9/24/1007 AR)
It's so odd when a thing is both natural and super-natural at the same time.
Ah but the outpouring of love and support for Mangata and attempts to purify her statue are so reassuring that no matter the odds, the people of Arx and our allies will band together to do what is right and good and pure.
Ah but the outpouring of love and support for Mangata and attempts to purify her statue are so reassuring that no matter the odds, the people of Arx and our allies will band together to do what is right and good and pure.
Please note that the scholars may take some time preparing your journal for others to read.