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Written By Talen

Aug. 12, 2017, 5:10 a.m.(1/4/1007 AR)

Prince Donato of House Velenosa, first-born to myself and Princess Eleyna Velenosa, has finally vacated the rent-free premises. Welcome to the world.

His mother recovers well. The fingers on my hand may not.

Jousting in a few days is potentially no longer an option if the pulverised bones do not heal.

Written By Aksel

Aug. 12, 2017, 2:58 a.m.(1/4/1007 AR)

These past few days have been interesting. I don't know what I am doing. Just when I figure it out I realize that I don't. For all my talk of loving the simple things, I don't make it simple upon myself now do I?

Any way enough of that.

My lessons with Esoka have been going well. She is a dedicated woman to her cause. I wonder if she ever lets her hair down.

I rather enjoyed my conversation with Countess Mia Riven. I have lots to learn, but she was a patient tutor and hopefully I will be able to pick her brain some more if her time allows it.

Learning the sword is coming along.

Written By Monique

Aug. 12, 2017, 2:42 a.m.(1/4/1007 AR)

Relationship Note on Victus

I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

Written By Esoka

Aug. 12, 2017, 2:16 a.m.(1/4/1007 AR)

The year has turned from 1006 to 1007. I tend not to think much of the passage of calendar dates. I mark years more at the melting of winter into spring, or at the turn of hunting seasons. But the date means it has been a full year since I came to Arx. It did not seem as if it had been that long, until I looked at the calendar.

Duty for the Rivens and the battle against the dark forces of the Silent Army brought me here. Duty has kept me here as well. That I hold to my House, and to the struggle against the shadowy forces that move in the world. And yet, I have a life here for myself now, too. Heron Hall has come to feel familiar. I've made good friends. And come to love one who is VERY much a city man.

I am happy enough with where I find myself as 1007 turns, in the balance of things.

Written By Joscelin

Aug. 11, 2017, 11:37 p.m.(1/4/1007 AR)

Why am I not angry?

Written By Serafine

Aug. 11, 2017, 11:28 p.m.(1/4/1007 AR)

I am completely tickled to hear my song scandalized a masquerade.


Er. I mean. My poorly translated song. From Nox'alfar, and Aislin would tell you I'm terrible at it. So. I'm sure it's not the best example of Nox'Alfar literature.



But I'm told it's not far off.

Written By Katarina

Aug. 11, 2017, 11:27 p.m.(1/4/1007 AR)

Relationship Note on Kael

The Keaton family are such wonderful hosts, though I'm beginning to suspect that they've some nefarious plan to fatten all their guests up with all the venison stews, and game hens, and little round potatoes.... And the mulled mead....

It doesn't matter where I've come from, Count Kael and Countess Reigna Keaton never fail to entice me into nibbling on something new with every visit.

Written By Oliver

Aug. 11, 2017, 11:20 p.m.(1/4/1007 AR)

<a few lines are crossed out and made illegible, except for a final sentence>

.. And then something happens, and you're entire perspective changes.

Written By Joscelin

Aug. 11, 2017, 8:26 p.m.(1/3/1007 AR)

Relationship Note on Ida

My beloved Ida has returned!

I cannot speak enough of my joy!

Written By Jael

Aug. 11, 2017, 8:26 p.m.(1/3/1007 AR)

Apparently I am supposed to joust with someone's favor. If anyone would like for me to bear their favor on the field, please send by messenger.

(No long term commitment required!)

Written By Ida

Aug. 11, 2017, 8:25 p.m.(1/3/1007 AR)

Aaah, to be back in Arx. It was like I was summoned, somehow. Like some dear friend murmured that she missed me and the winds carried the musings straight to the hamlet just outside of Sanctum. Lovely and poetic as that may be, it's only half-true and I admit I read my dear Guildmaster's journal in my attempts to catch up on my friends.

Truth is, I could not stand to be so far from my children when the darknesses started to stir. Too much uncertainty in the world, then, and though they were apprentices in their own rights (still are) and doing well enough without me, they will always be my babies. Much to their great suffering and chagrin no doubt. I just needed to be where they were. With things seemingly settled, for the time being at least, it was time to return. While I loved visiting the small hamlet, it is not Arx, not my home anymore.

Written By Tessa

Aug. 11, 2017, 6:29 p.m.(1/3/1007 AR)

Lovely Admirers!

I know you have missed me terribly. I have some exciting news though! My brother - Sir Tarrant Moore - has promised me a brand new dress (hopefully from Petal's fine Tangled Skein!) which I pray matches my darling new DIAMOND NECKLACE (coming from Coldrain Crafts - where Lovely Sameera is in dire need for economic writs so if you have some go see her!). That's right. Diamonds... well Dawnstones are a girl's best friend but Diamonds will do until then.

Also my dearest, doting brother is competing in the Joust tomorrow so ladies! Send your favors his way.... if he wins I might get some earrings to match my necklace!

Absolutely Adored,
Lady Tessa Moore

Written By Reigna

Aug. 11, 2017, 10:29 a.m.(1/3/1007 AR)

Had someone asked me to picture what the first day of this new year would have been like, my answer would be so very far afield of reality, and yet the bones of those hopes are the same that frame my current life. So, let us see where I thought I would be, and see where I am.

I would have said that I would be living in Arx: Good on past me, I was right about that!
I would have said I would be godsworn, dedicated to Vellichor and the Pantheon: Not so much there. No the gods had other plans for me.
I would have said that I would be making new friends and hopefully be creating a new family: This is so very true. I had hoped, but what I found here in Arx has so wildly exceeded my expectations that I cannot even properly put it into words. I was so frightened when I arrived. And what I found... a husband that not only am I friends with, but who I feel real and genuine love for (I can say this now. The cat, as they say, is out of the bag after my accidental scrawling here in my white when I thought I'd been penning in my black. Ah well. It is official: I am in love with my husband. And that is good!)

In other news, since it has been revealed, I am carrying the next Keaton heir. This fills me with a joy I cannot hope to quantify. Kael and I have made something magical and wondrous and though I cannot recommend the sickness of the belly that still plagues me from time to time, the journey is one that I am sincerely enjoying. I carry with me the future of House Keaton and we are so excited to meet the child when they arrive. I am blessed in so many ways, and I am thankful for the pains of the past that have strengthened me, shaped me into the person I am. The gods have a plan for each of us. They set the path at our feet so that we are who we need to be when the time is right.

I love my husband. I love the friends, the dear, amazing, remarkable friends I have made here. I love my life and I love the gods.

I cannot wait to see what this new year brings.

Written By Calarian

Aug. 11, 2017, 10:29 a.m.(1/3/1007 AR)

Relationship Note on Arianna

I fear nobody can claim to haven't ever done mistake -- I the least of them -- thus, I accept your apology. Forgiveness paves new ways, opens old locks.

Written By Ailith

Aug. 11, 2017, 9:21 a.m.(1/2/1007 AR)

New Year. New Opportunities. New Goals.

It is a bright time of hope and renewal.

The Shrines are alight with activity as followers come forth with wonder and focus on renewal of vows. The Faith will be here to provide guidance and counsel to face new and old paths.

The Gods welcome you. Praise to them.

Happy New Year, Arvum.

Written By Edward

Aug. 11, 2017, 9:11 a.m.(1/2/1007 AR)

Like others I should mark the turning of a new year. But the time hardly seems different from the prior to the new. And when you are out on sea a new year does not matter so much as the next day.

This winter in Arx though seems pretty mild so far.

Written By Alexis

Aug. 11, 2017, 8:28 a.m.(1/2/1007 AR)

Met and spoke with Lord Corban - oversaw his attempt at the Gauntlet. He finished, which is good. A good score for a first (or second) go.

He did, however, apparently bring me luck. When I went a little later I set a new personal record - 151 marks. I could tell Duke Arn was impressed, because he didn't chastise me for a poor score.

Written By Clover

Aug. 11, 2017, 4:54 a.m.(1/2/1007 AR)

Relationship Note on Blacktongue

*A shaky drawing of a an apple, with a hint of water color paint added to it-- the apple is blue. Underneath the apple is written: DO NOT EAT.*

Written By Shard

Aug. 11, 2017, 1:41 a.m.(1/2/1007 AR)

Okay, I admit it, I have absolutely no idea what the point of a wildlife sanctuary in the forest is. I get the feeling, however, that I'm unlikely to see the purpose of such a thing even if someone does explain it to me. It's possible I'm missing some crucial detail.

I suspect, though, it's just another canyon's difference in perspective. A little like the practice of marking the turn of the year on a specific day, something I'm still not entirely used to, except with a lot more effort, money, and work hours thrown in, instead of a few parties, extra sentimentality and a lot of drinking.

Written By Joscelin

Aug. 11, 2017, 12:20 a.m.(1/2/1007 AR)

I've seen old illustrations of step-by-step evolutions of ideas, creatures, even the slow blooming of a flower captured phase by phase.


I am looking at several figurines in my position that make me thing of much the same, from something less-than to something more and then the third, evolving from an expression of anger to one that's joyful.

It's intriguing.

I'm glad I didn't set them on fire.

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