Written By Fortunato
Aug. 20, 2017, 3:08 p.m.(1/21/1007 AR)
A sketch.
The pool of Mangata's shrine gone a boiling churn of black, the steps stained, the trees in a wilt as if drawing away from it.
The pool of Mangata's shrine gone a boiling churn of black, the steps stained, the trees in a wilt as if drawing away from it.
Written By Caelis
Aug. 20, 2017, 3:05 p.m.(1/21/1007 AR)
Perhaps I will attend the gathering for Lagomas later. It would be the longest night of the year to celebrate for my own reasons. My brother has been here with me, reunited at last for a year now. I can't express the joy I feel in that, in getting to watch Serah, my young niece grow into a fine lady and share in so many things with my brother at my side.
May your hopes find safe harbors.
May your hopes find safe harbors.
Written By Ida
Aug. 20, 2017, 3:04 p.m.(1/21/1007 AR)
This has been a week of great joys as well as great sorrows. Of taking metal and making beautiful things (to me, anyhow) with it, to aiding in recovery from devastating darkness. Crossing paths with new acquaintances as well as old friends - all the experiences make me grateful for reminders to appreciate the good in this life.
Written By Joslyn
Aug. 20, 2017, 3:02 p.m.(1/21/1007 AR)
A new home, a new beginning. I don't know what the future holds for me, but I hope I can make something out of it. I owe this to myself, and to her.
Written By Serafine
Aug. 20, 2017, 2:18 p.m.(1/21/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Dominic
Your last entry makes it very plain:
Three wives was indeed too much.
Three wives was indeed too much.
Written By Monique
Aug. 20, 2017, 12:46 p.m.(1/21/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Alexis
A brutal mistress of the Sword. This woman is perhaps the most formidable I have ever met. And that's saying something.
Written By Abbas
Aug. 20, 2017, 12:19 p.m.(1/21/1007 AR)
The tides turn red with the blood of good, hard, gas-lighted reavers. Men who have the courage to brave the tumultuous and often treacherous waters of the salt in nothing but the lumber hewn with axe and the will of man. Men cast to the cast to the bottom with naught but nails in their bellies and dreams of glory on their minds. There is no glory in this sort of death. We are the blood of the Salt. It spits from our veins and scorches the soil of the vanquished. I shall drink in their memory, of the victories before. I shall drink to their fury and hunger for more. I shall drink to the battles yet to be won. And the ruination of that which falls before the serpent banners in the victories yet to come.
When Death is certain.
The war for Life is everything.
When Death is certain.
The war for Life is everything.
Written By Gibson
Aug. 20, 2017, 11:15 a.m.(1/21/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Dominic
Get well soon.
Written By Reigna
Aug. 20, 2017, 10:10 a.m.(1/20/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Dominic
I do not understand what this Gyre is. I... Prince Dominic Thrax. I have a letter from him on my desk, I *just* spoke with him and now he is...
No tears. Thrax has the solidarity of Keaton. We will help you rebuild.
No tears. Thrax has the solidarity of Keaton. We will help you rebuild.
Written By Edward
Aug. 20, 2017, 8:32 a.m.(1/20/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Dominic
There is something almost petty and desperate in your death. Something reaching out to extinguish someone great because they could not stand your existence.
We shall each other again. But not yet.
We shall each other again. But not yet.
Written By Harmon
Aug. 20, 2017, 2:09 a.m.(1/20/1007 AR)
Growing sick of dragons. Consumptive, hateful beasts. Too powerful. Are there benevolent powerful beings? Benevolent because of intersecting desires? Happy accident. Power can't be trusted, but necessary. Reason why the second sword was built.
Written By Clover
Aug. 20, 2017, 1:06 a.m.(1/20/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Denica
*A sketch of a darked woman; her clothing and hair is splattered with might be mud or perhaps paint it's hard to tell in charcoal. Her fingers are dirty as well, but she's got a bright smile upon her face. She's bent over what appears to be a sketch pad of her own, working on some piece of art.*
Written By Clover
Aug. 20, 2017, 1:03 a.m.(1/20/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Corban
*A sketch of light haired man; dressed in telmar styled clothing. He's got a sword out but it's held somewhat loosely. His smile is bright and unconcerned looking.*
Written By Clover
Aug. 20, 2017, 1 a.m.(1/20/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Asger
*A shakey sketch of a tall men in black jerkin with a row of shiny, shiny buttons down it. He's got a small scowl on his face; and in one hand he has what appears to be a bottle of some sort of alcohol.*
Written By Aiden
Aug. 20, 2017, 12:40 a.m.(1/20/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Dominic
Goodbye Prince Dominic. You gave me a chance, taught me of Thraxian ways on deck...
I will honor you, with every ship sailed.
Tears in Our Wake, Never At Our Wake.
I will honor you, with every ship sailed.
Tears in Our Wake, Never At Our Wake.
Written By Denica
Aug. 20, 2017, 12:30 a.m.(1/20/1007 AR)
We thank the gods that be -
That we do not shed tears.
That we do not shed tears.
Written By Victus
Aug. 20, 2017, 12:14 a.m.(1/20/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Dominic
You gave me orders not to die. I should've given you the same, you giant fucker. Not fucking likely anyone will fill the hole you're leaving here.
The flags of the Isles Canines will fly alongside the Thrax banner's. I'll show them what you built, cousin. It was something to be proud of, no more and no less.
Tears in our wake, never at our wake.
The flags of the Isles Canines will fly alongside the Thrax banner's. I'll show them what you built, cousin. It was something to be proud of, no more and no less.
Tears in our wake, never at our wake.
Written By Fatima
Aug. 20, 2017, 12:02 a.m.(1/20/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Dominic
Uncle Dominic, I loved you and I looked up to you. I could say so much more but...I am sure you'd laugh in my face for doing so.
Tears in Our Wake, Never At Our Wake....
Tears in Our Wake, Never At Our Wake....
Written By Aiden
Aug. 19, 2017, 11:49 p.m.(1/20/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Dominic
You named me Officer General... of the Isles Canines.
But I wasn't there when you needed it... I hadn't known you had gone out!
My deepest regrets comes from the loss of those I could do nothing to prevent...
This is why I have to keep fighting Prince Dominic, so we can prevent the tragic ends such as yours.
But I wasn't there when you needed it... I hadn't known you had gone out!
My deepest regrets comes from the loss of those I could do nothing to prevent...
This is why I have to keep fighting Prince Dominic, so we can prevent the tragic ends such as yours.
Written By Cambria
Aug. 19, 2017, 9:46 p.m.(1/19/1007 AR)
So it goes with life that there are stretches of time where it seems as though nothing is really happening, and then, all at once, many things occur. As is likely known by a good deal of people within Arx by now, I have married the former Duke of Southport, Hadrian Malvici. He stands beside me now as Marquis and Voice of House Mazetti. The wedding itself was a private affair, though it is our intention to host a celebration at a later date. I have written thanks to all those who offered me such warm congratulations, but it would be remiss of me not to make special mention of Father Orazio, who oversaw our ceremony, and Master Merek Black, who so kindly paid us a visit at the Manor to congratulate Hadrian and I in person, and offer us a gift. The insightful conversation that followed was an added bonus.
Yet there was also the terrible disaster in the harbor, affecting so many families of the Mourning Isles. And, because we are all connected in some way or another, the rest of the Compact as well. The monetary loss is, I am sure, devastating to economists. The loss of life, however, is incalculable. Of the many journals I have read thus far on the matter, it does my heart good to see those that are more positive and forward thinking than those that are negative or back-biting. Nor can I forget the strange event that occurred in the Shrine of Mangata. I know that the Highlord of Thrax was there for a certainty, but I believe there were others in attendance as well. The important thing is that, from all I have heard, no one died in that peculiar attack, and can only assume the Prince of the Mourning Isles is in recovery.
Here's to hoping that people both within and without the capital continue to come together in the face of adversity.
Yet there was also the terrible disaster in the harbor, affecting so many families of the Mourning Isles. And, because we are all connected in some way or another, the rest of the Compact as well. The monetary loss is, I am sure, devastating to economists. The loss of life, however, is incalculable. Of the many journals I have read thus far on the matter, it does my heart good to see those that are more positive and forward thinking than those that are negative or back-biting. Nor can I forget the strange event that occurred in the Shrine of Mangata. I know that the Highlord of Thrax was there for a certainty, but I believe there were others in attendance as well. The important thing is that, from all I have heard, no one died in that peculiar attack, and can only assume the Prince of the Mourning Isles is in recovery.
Here's to hoping that people both within and without the capital continue to come together in the face of adversity.
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