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Written By Lisebet

Aug. 19, 2019, 5:32 p.m.(9/6/1011 AR)

Relationship Note on Orvyn

I ran into Marquis Harthall today at Bold Espressions. He seems to have managed to dig himself out of his library, which is wonderful! I do hope he continues to be out and about as his dry wit always adds to any occasion.

Written By Artur

Aug. 19, 2019, 2:18 p.m.(9/6/1011 AR)

Relationship Note on Miranda

One should never adventure alone. It is always good to have someone - or several someone's that can assist you. Even Weohstan had those that helped him when he went on his expeditions. It was with that in mind that I reached out to the Society of Explorers to be one of their number. I was tested today under the tutelage of Lady Miranda Rubino, and we had quite the hunt.

The creature we came across was obviously diseased, with froth at its mouth. We were thankfully able to put it down quickly and then burned the carcass to prevent other creatures from eating it and becoming ill as well. However, what caused the creature to become ill in the first place is still a mystery to be solved. I fear the disease spreading in the forest near the Grayson Camp - it would mean little to be accepted into the Explorers if my first mission with them discovered the animals of the woods becoming ill.

Written By Miranda

Aug. 19, 2019, 1:24 p.m.(9/6/1011 AR)

Relationship Note on Artur

I find it to be one of the delightful bonuses of being a member of the Society of Explorers is the opportunity to test prospective members.

I was honored to be your proctor.

Excellent work.

SoE is better for your membership!

Written By Miranda

Aug. 19, 2019, 8:26 a.m.(9/5/1011 AR)

Relationship Note on Dariel

I think so, Pookie...

You were fabulous.

Don't fret the 'Ministry' stuff.

Written By Arcadia

Aug. 19, 2019, 3:14 a.m.(9/5/1011 AR)

Relationship Note on Dariel

It was worth it just to see you coated in that glitter. I have not laughed so hard in forever!

Just wait for my next plan.

Written By Elloise

Aug. 19, 2019, 1:42 a.m.(9/5/1011 AR)

Relationship Note on Edward

Some journal entries probably shouldn't be committed to paper, but I guess that's what you're spending your time doing instead of handling administrative matters.

Written By Monique

Aug. 19, 2019, 12:52 a.m.(9/5/1011 AR)

The seven incredible entries for the Second Annual Gilded Page Literary Competition have been displayed proudly and prominently in the library! There are copies for purchase in a lovely little cherry wood bookcase set, and then there is a set to be borrowed and read as well, for those who cannot afford the cost of the set.

Make sure to vote for your favorite book after you've read them, by sending your vote to Lady Monique Greenmarch via messenger.

Voting will close on the day of the Storybook Soiree, just before the event start, 9/20/1011 AR.

May fortune smile upon all the exceptional authors who have contributed to this Competition, and may our readers enjoy the respite from reality that their talent has provided.

Written By Apollo

Aug. 18, 2019, 10:55 p.m.(9/5/1011 AR)

Since I seem to have to have the conversation again and again, I'll be putting up a sign in my shop. But as a reminder, I don't work Cardian snakeskin at The Leather Paean. I am happy to furnish alternatives for design or protective purposes.

Written By Josephine

Aug. 18, 2019, 10:53 p.m.(9/5/1011 AR)

Well that serves me right for being neck deep in gems and not traversing back to the manor. Shameful. I really should make time to actually venture forth to my home in the evening while the weather is bearable.

Written By Bliss

Aug. 18, 2019, 10:37 p.m.(9/5/1011 AR)

Relationship Note on Arn

I could probably write rather a lot about the death of Duke Arn. I could write screeds of the echoing of his name, and his family name, in my mind for years and years. The way I could never quite separate him and his brother in my mind, until he proved himself cut from an entirely different cloth. The complicated feelings I have regarding him.

He wouldn't want that. Duke Arn Telmarch was an ornery man who died exactly the way he wanted. That's really all there is to say about it from me. Anything else would disrespect who he was and what he did.

Written By Felicia

Aug. 18, 2019, 10:35 p.m.(9/5/1011 AR)

I am proud of my sisters, they have both blossomed into powerful women in their own way.

Written By Ophelia

Aug. 18, 2019, 9:01 p.m.(9/5/1011 AR)

Relationship Note on Brigida

Archlector Brigida is so very dear to me and I, too, am worried. After reading Aletta's white journal entry, I've decided that I will frequent the Shrine of Petrichor this coming week and pray for the health and well being of the Archlector. I will also travel to the Lodge to help around the grounds however I can.

During this time, I shall not hunt the avians. My focus lies elsewhere.

Written By Tyche

Aug. 18, 2019, 8:41 p.m.(9/4/1011 AR)

Has anyone seen from or heard from Count Donato? My cousin has been blissfully ignoring my missives, and I find myself becoming more and more frustrated with his antics. Sure, a few weeks of no contact on his trip to Caina was fine. But this? Months? The story he tells upon his return better be good, and accompanied by some delicious wine.

Written By Tyche

Aug. 18, 2019, 8:40 p.m.(9/4/1011 AR)

I really must spend more time in the Archives. I have honed my skill, and yet find myself suffering from too much knowledge to choose from. How will I ever learn anything if I continually forget to put in the work, forget to open a book, or forget to ask my questions? Come on, Tyche. You can do better than this!

Written By Gaspar

Aug. 18, 2019, 8:04 p.m.(9/4/1011 AR)

It's a magical thing watching romance blossom in the most unlikely of places, between the most unlikely of people.

Written By Bree

Aug. 18, 2019, 8:02 p.m.(9/4/1011 AR)

Relationship Note on Kerr

There is something refreshing about seeing how the qualities of knighthood transfer past order and more into a way of life. Sir Kerr (that rhymes!) was honorable and willing to trade blows - and open about his journey to knighthood. We all take different paths, some of us seemingly born to wear the title, some forced into it by circumstances beyond our control. He wears it well.

Written By Sebastian

Aug. 18, 2019, 7:37 p.m.(9/4/1011 AR)

Just as I feel myself stymied, a breath of fresh provides me with new inspiration.

I suppose I ought to take this as a lesson to get out more, but I do so enjoy the excellent wines at Pravus Manor.

Written By Bhandn

Aug. 18, 2019, 7:25 p.m.(9/4/1011 AR)

Relationship Note on Harlex

I'm not certain what was more embarrassing, just how hard he can hit a man in steel, or the fact that such a spar was so decisively in his favor. To my credit, I did manage to penetrate his defenses despite his speed, but had it been actual fight to first blood, it still would not have changed the outcome. Like a pack of hunting dogs surrounding their kill, he is, and it was all I could do to fend him off until he quit playing with his food. It really is worse, knowing that it's coming.

I can certainly see why he was named the Sword of Lenosia.

I wonder how he would fare at my morning drills, when I lead them. The lady with whom he is acquainted certainly seemed amenable to helping with the shaming part of it. Something to ponder, while seeing to this bruising on my shoulder.

Written By Thena

Aug. 18, 2019, 6:45 p.m.(9/4/1011 AR)

Folks probably think I hate nearly everyone. I don't.

The only person I truly hate I have never, nor will I ever, love.

Written By Juniper

Aug. 18, 2019, 5:16 p.m.(9/4/1011 AR)

There is a great satisfaction to be found in helping others achieve their goals and aims. I cannot minimize that feeling, for it consumes so many of my waking hours. It is the contentment of a fountain, continuously pouring itself out for the benefit of others. But people are not a fountain and I feel I have lost my own path, with so much of my effort being put to the work of others. Keeping nothing back for myself means I no longer have a clear view on what to achieve for myself. I have no goal, no great aim, and it leaves me restless. Unsatisfied.

I was told I would find my own song. In the quiet moments, between my duties, I strain to hear the notes. Nothing's come yet. Soon, I hope.

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