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Written By Victus

Oct. 17, 2019, 8:58 p.m.(1/13/1012 AR)

Unrelated follow up:

Astrid locked herself in a cabinet for an hour yesterday. There was a widespread panic before someone heard her cackling. I don't know why it was hilarious, but apparently cabinets are very funny.

Found her in there again this morning. Laughing. Again. Hoping this new hobby fades fast.

Written By Victus

Oct. 17, 2019, 8:54 p.m.(1/13/1012 AR)

I had the good fortune of running the captain I'd served under as a cabin-boy, on a night at the Ebb and Flow with the some other graybeards. I hadn't seen him since our first run in with the Marin'alfar.

Once when I was very young, I was being foolish at the helm and rocking the wheel side to side. I was making noises as if we were in a storm and I was only hope as a navigating savant. Complete with lightning striking and thunder crashing in my own head. Unfortunately due to my idiocy, I'd also thrown us entirely off course.

When the captain interrupted me he took me into his quarters. He had a cupboard around five or six feet tall. He locked me in there for about eight or nine hours. Never did I play with the wheel of a ship ever again, that's for fucking sure.

My favorite story of him. I'm glad he's still sailing.

Written By Eilonwy

Oct. 17, 2019, 8:19 p.m.(1/13/1012 AR)

I've finally found a match and taken the first steps towards marrying as so many older, more established houses do. Contract topics are being discussed and I've been warmed by so many words of support. After years of trying to make a match and do my duty as a land holding noble another house finally said yes and it's the most encouraging sensation.

So I suppose this sentiment is for future neo-nobles as we're called. It may take time, but eventually even we find a means to behave as we are expected to and it is not so painful to conform to the primeval noble standards.

And Lord Cadern is a wonderful man, I count myself most fortunate.

Written By Teagan

Oct. 17, 2019, 7:53 p.m.(1/13/1012 AR)

I may be an Oathlander, but the Cloudspine happens to be a place rather full of winters.

I find myself more kin to the Northlands than anywhere else when it comes to matters of seasons. This time of year is much more 'home' than summer. I love wearing my coat, finding snow upon my shoulders and in my hair, and seeing the long trail of footprints left behind me.

Should any of you require mint for your tea, I would be glad to see to it that Blackram mint care packages are sent your way.

Written By Zoey

Oct. 17, 2019, 7:07 p.m.(1/13/1012 AR)

"We're aware that it exists, however the location in Arx isn't yet found. Perhaps, all of you, would be willing to help find it. They are written on large platinum slabs and a copy each was sent to all the nations that formed this pact." - Vincenzo Villente at the Salon: Discussion on Diplomatic Relations and Statecraft
We have an agreement with Cardia, Platinum, and Nox'alfar. We just need to find it.

Written By Jaenelle

Oct. 17, 2019, 6:47 p.m.(1/13/1012 AR)

Despite the amount of planning. Despite being well meaning in your actions. Despite always having someone else's best interest at heart...

You can not please everyone, you can not decide what feeling your words inspire in another, and you should never dismiss those feelings once they occur.

You can never please everyone all of the time, and despite your best efforts to do so, you will be the villain in someone else's story.

Written By Riagnon

Oct. 17, 2019, 5:48 p.m.(1/13/1012 AR)

I love snow! I could be in snow... or not be in snow... for hours!

Written By Fairen

Oct. 17, 2019, 5:30 p.m.(1/13/1012 AR)

I love the snow! The way it hangs off the boughs of evergreens and the sharp, crisp scent in the air that it brings. It scintillates under the rays of the sun when freshly fallen. Who doesn't enjoy a warm mug of mulled wine next to a roaring fire after coming in from the cold?

What I do not like is snow all over my library. Not at all. Not that I'm pointing fingers at anyone (even if I am).

Written By Berenice

Oct. 17, 2019, 4:43 p.m.(1/13/1012 AR)

It is truly shocking to see such an attack on the leader of one of House Velenosa's esteemed vassals, one who has worked so tirelessly for the welfare, prosperity, and safety of her people. All I can say is this:

Snow is honestly the worst. I am very sorry for those forced to live with it in their domains.

Written By Lucrezia

Oct. 17, 2019, 3:35 p.m.(1/12/1012 AR)

It'll work out how I said I would do.

I sail for Setarco this week to shop for dresses. I will even take some family to help. No, the dresses aren't for me, don't be crazy.

It turns out mother is alive. All this time I had believed the assassin had gotten her, too. Yes, I am only taking family along so they can do the dress shopping while I catch up with mother and ask her all the things I need to know.

*The ink here looks blotchy.* I guess there's no urgency now, but still am leaving this week.

Written By Thea

Oct. 17, 2019, 3:07 p.m.(1/12/1012 AR)

Turkey dinner at the Bislands last night turned into not a terrible affair. I was also able to catch up with Duchess Calypso and cousin after. Not a horrible evening and I've began some certain--planning.

Written By Arik

Oct. 17, 2019, 12:25 p.m.(1/12/1012 AR)

As a matter of record for the Great Archives per the opinion of Lord Arik Halfshav...

The Northlands do not own winter. We simply have the best winters. If you do not like winter than it is not for you, more for me.

Written By Saoirse

Oct. 17, 2019, 11:45 a.m.(1/12/1012 AR)

Relationship Note on Marian

How in the -world- is not liking snow an -insult to all Northerners-? That's ridiculous.

Written By Amari

Oct. 17, 2019, 11:45 a.m.(1/12/1012 AR)

On the way to Leaholdt on my continuing pilgrimage from Arx to Duskshire, a wagon came careening down the hill towards me out of control. I saw a man hanging on, and decided I would do as Norwood would do. No thought! No plan! Just do. So Bandit and I wheeled around and raced after, my intent was to have him jump off onto the horse with me.

It wouldn't be that easy. He'd caught himself up in the reins AND he had an infant on his back. I had just enough time to underhand my dagger to him and scoop the baby into my arms before the wagon flew off the road and into the river, the man with it.

He couldn't swim.

So I'm off my horse in a flash, with a wailing, squirmy baby cradled in my arm and soon wading waist deep in freezing water trying to reach the poor man with a long branch I'd found on the bank. Luckily he got a hold of it and pulled himself to the shallow water, only to end up hugging me like he was afraid he was still going to be swept away. Before long the rest of the family appeared so I could hand off the baby and the man could be peeled off by his wife.

I'd wanted a bath, true, but that wasn't what I had in mind. Still, I think Baron Norwood would be pleased and I was very glad to have rescued them both.

Written By Belladonna

Oct. 17, 2019, 11:21 a.m.(1/12/1012 AR)

Relationship Note on Shard

Well put. Your thoughts were quite enjoyable to read and think of. Thank you for taking the time to write them. Although I will never fully appreciate snow and winters, I respect one's love for their homeland greatly.

On a more humorous note, not meant to offend any Northerners:

You do make winter sound like my late mother. That is much appreciated, despite not being the intention of your journal.

Written By Belladonna

Oct. 17, 2019, 11:18 a.m.(1/12/1012 AR)

Relationship Note on Marian

I stand before my Peers to apologize for my scorching, hurtful remarks on snow and winter. I was insensitive and careless, unable to comprehend the enduring values represented by such elements that, somehow, seem to represent all Northerners in Princess Marian Redrain's eyes.

In the future I will be more considerate in making colorful jokes about the worst season of the year and in this moment of great personal shame, I can only hope that one day I may yet see the saddest of seasons as something more than an excuse to have Clearlake marmots slain to make beautiful cloaks.

I will do better.

Written By Cristoph

Oct. 17, 2019, 9:35 a.m.(1/12/1012 AR)

I had a good chuckle this morning. Are we truly going to be upset that someone has a strong dislike of winter when there's so many more important things to be concerned about?

Written By Martino

Oct. 17, 2019, 4:05 a.m.(1/12/1012 AR)

The turkey dinner in House Bisland was such a delight, every time I go there it seems a new extension has either been planned or built. The place is a delightful taste of Pridehall away from the Crownlands.

Meal itself was very well prepared but stuck with some tragic news for the host. Being the good guest, Lord Dariel and I did help the servants with clearing away dishes.

Written By Marian

Oct. 17, 2019, 2:37 a.m.(1/11/1012 AR)

Relationship Note on Belladonna

Do you seek to besmirch Northlanders with your careless words? Or just echoing stereotypes of the South that distract from the shining examples of diplomacy, elegance and grace of the fair Lycene I've had pleasure working with?

There is nothing sad about winter. The blanket of white snow eliminating the frail and weak. The warmth of family and friends who pause their lives to reconnect because of the impassable force that is nature. The welcomed weight of leathers and furs that protect from the exhilarating, biting winds of the North. Every season has merit in the cycle. Do not insult others fondness just because of difference.

Written By Tyrus

Oct. 16, 2019, 11:09 p.m.(1/11/1012 AR)

I tire of hearing, reading, of these pious words. Do you think they are carried to the slaves that suffer now? That have suffered for untold years? Of course not. They're lost in the wind, whatever echo that might reach their shores silenced by the crack of the whip.

Symbolic gestures mean nothing. Do you think my heart and soul might have been comforted, to know of all the fine words being shared against slavery in the past decade? Of all these thoughts and prayers, these grandiose stands and declarations?

No. Only anger and hate at this sickening hypocrisy.

Yet can I blame them? Some, at least, are honest about their newfound sensibilities. Honest, that their eyes have taken a long time to open. It's not as if I knew, understood it to my very bones, before I lived it. Survived it.

Few are so fortunate. Few were.

And while we continue to bicker over words and symbols, they continue to die, their heartsblood maintaining the turning of a wheel far more sinister than the one in Death's keeping.

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