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Written By Marian

July 10, 2016, 11:49 p.m.(12/26/1003 AR)

Relationship Note on Arianwen

I met Goodwoman Arianwen Grayhope in the Ambassador, when she was conversing with Edain and another woman, one Mirari. Just a girl, really, it seems, and her skittishness made her seem all the younger. I suspect she is out of her depth, playing at this game of learning to be a Courtesan. Then again, maybe it is common amongst the commoners of the Compact to fawn over the 'nobles' thusly. I noticed it on occasion in Sanctum, but never so...obviously. I suppose the servants and the like are used to being around their 'betters'. Truth be told, that sensation makes me feel a bit awkward. I grew up a Chieftan's daughter, so I am used to a bit of, well, being deferred to on occasion, but not in such a fashion that a girl trips over her own tongue trying to talk to me, wide-eyed.

Written By Marian

July 10, 2016, 11:41 p.m.(12/26/1003 AR)

Relationship Note on Edain

I've still not managed to catch Edain alone, or when we both have a great deal of time to speak. We've chatted in passing, but not in detail, and I've chatted with other family about him. Alis, Aurelian, Alarissa, everything I've seen and heard about Edain so far, he seems to be living up to what the family needs him to be. I will be here to help him as best as I can, as Valen would have, if he were still here.

Written By Gustave

July 10, 2016, 11:40 p.m.(12/26/1003 AR)

Relationship Note on Nadia

The Nightgold Duchess seems to have a touch and a talent for integrating with the common folk, so much so that I wonder if there is some common thread of working with stone and mineral that brings noble and peasant closer together. Though I usually am indifferent to Redrain's (perhaps in contrast to the traditional Valardin rivalry), I found her surprisingly likable. She asked as to the difficulty of working with various stones, so perhaps I will send her a few slabs. A peculiar gift perhaps, but fitting to her interest in the subject. Potential for longer term trade perhaps, and in these days we can use as many new sincere friendships as we can find.

Written By Bliss

July 10, 2016, 11:24 p.m.(12/26/1003 AR)



    A few days after the friendly duel with Sir Ralston, I caught wind of another party. Open to the public this time! Unfortunately, I heard about it a bit late and arrived just in time for a single dance before things started to disperse. A Moonlight Social, set outdoors and lit by moon and lanterns. And just moon for part of it. The dance was with Talen Artiglio, if I recall correctly. He was suitably impressed by my skill, and I would later similarly impress him with my blade a few days after. Once more, Princess Isolde expressed her desire to do business, as well.

Written By Gustave

July 10, 2016, 11:21 p.m.(12/26/1003 AR)

Relationship Note on Victus

I am not sure if the man truly deals in friends, but I have found his philosophy to be agreeable. Some may think him a dangerous man because he is large or because he prides himself on his savagery in battle. I know he is dangerous: he already has what he wants in life. A man who is content, who knows when to walk away...it is important to note that in Blackram folktales, it is such a man that often triumphs over the vainglorious noble or extracts his chivalrous but naive master from the jaws of the monster or the trap. I am not sure how he would react to being a staple of a heroic tradition, but knowing the trope and idea of a man leaves me with hope of common ground.

Written By Marian

July 10, 2016, 11:16 p.m.(12/26/1003 AR)

Relationship Note on Ida

I have not had the pleasure of meeting Ida Farron, but I have every intention to. She is the smith Edain contracted for both my armor, and Alis's, and if she also forged the new sword I've seen my sister-in-law with, I expect I would like to be very good friends with this woman. I must admit, one of the benefits to life as a member of the Compact, and House Valardin? The artisans are far more gifted than any I knew growing up.

Written By Marian

July 10, 2016, 10:34 p.m.(12/26/1003 AR)

Edain had sent me a message asking to meet, saying he had something for me. I am not certain what I expected, truth be told, but I was surprised with a very fine suit of steel. Adorned with a white dragon, in the style of House Valardin of course. I grew up with leather, and prefer it, but thanks to a lifetime in the Greenwood, north of Sanctum, fighting other tribes and the Valardin knights, I still know steel. This is very good work, something I could have seen Valen wearing, as the son of a High Lord and Sword of his family. I love my leathers, for the freedom of movement, but I will have to wear this plate to the training grounds a few times at the very least. Perhaps I can grow used to it.

Written By Luca

July 10, 2016, 9:59 p.m.(12/26/1003 AR)

Relationship Note on Rohkir

I didn't meet this man at the Moonlight Sonata or whatever it was. I wanted to, but it's just stupid to get my hopes up. Everyone was talking about how big and dangerous he was, but I know it's just a disappointment waiting to happen.

Written By Luca

July 10, 2016, 9:57 p.m.(12/26/1003 AR)

Relationship Note on Talen

This one is always calm and collected. I can appreciate that, even if I wonder if he's always. . .oh, wait. Esera named him the Sword, that's why people were hinting I should fight him. Forget that. He'll do a good job. I'd have to find my sword to fight him, anyway.

Written By Luca

July 10, 2016, 9:54 p.m.(12/26/1003 AR)

Relationship Note on Deva

Not sure if she's as pretty as I remember, or I was already drunk. I'm somewhat interested in finding out. I like a woman I can call by one name.

Written By Luca

July 10, 2016, 9:34 p.m.(12/26/1003 AR)

Relationship Note on Valencia

Here's how I know our cousin Valencia was tired of living in the frozen north: she went berzerk when she showed up to a Lycene party. Then Phil went berzerk, and they amped each other up to dangerous levels of good cheer. Everyone knows how dangeorus that is.

Written By Luca

July 10, 2016, 9:29 p.m.(12/26/1003 AR)

Relationship Note on Ophelia

I'm glad she's come to Arx. I can keep an eye out for her, here. In theory, at least. In practice she's usually just on item five of her list by the time I'm ready to doze off.

Written By Luca

July 10, 2016, 9:27 p.m.(12/26/1003 AR)

Relationship Note on Niccolo

Prince Duke Uncle, or whatever Phil calls him. I gave up trying to figure out if she's inventing these titles or just adding them all together years ago. These are horrible times, his wife gone and no one to blame for it, yet. He's holding up well, though. Admirable. For my own information: Our House words are apparently "No one may harm us unpunished." Intense.

Written By Freja

July 10, 2016, 9:09 p.m.(12/26/1003 AR)

Relationship Note on Rohkir

A bear of a man. Clearly a Redrain and of Northern Blood. A temper and a chip on his shoulder. He's not too tall for me to knock it off, if that ego of his grows too big. Still, protective and has my best interests at heart.

Written By Freja

July 10, 2016, 9:06 p.m.(12/26/1003 AR)

Relationship Note on Nadia

She recognized me nearly immediately at the tourney. I really hope I don't look that much like my brother...regardless, she was a quick friend and I feel one I may come to trust with more exposure. She is a Northerner that has a good head on her shoulders. Feck, she can even get my brother to look remotely less annoyed with life.

Written By Freja

July 10, 2016, 9:04 p.m.(12/26/1003 AR)

I have left my Northern home to journey to Arx, where there is unease as the city is uncertain, this King in a comatose state from what I gather. Already I miss the snows, the Red Run. The River. My home. But, I have family here and I will be needed I feel. It is a journey none take lightly, and none never should. I find myself still wearing the leathers I traveled in, wrapped in my cloak at night to catch the faint scent of snow still lingering in the furs. These southerners and their fashions, their pomp and superfluous fashion, is something entirely. A new battlefield to traverse and conquer.

Written By Freja

July 10, 2016, 8:52 p.m.(12/26/1003 AR)

Relationship Note on Fergus

Recently rejoined in company, his temper and moods are the same as always. I do wish to help him, but you can only help someone as much as they will help themselves. I love and trust him dearly. Here's to hoping he'll lift my spirits and I his.

Written By Bliss

July 10, 2016, 7:59 p.m.(12/26/1003 AR)



    A few days after the wine tasting, I found myself visiting the Ambassador Salon. The Whisper House made mention of wishing to seek out new patrons, as this is where we get most of the House's wealth, and I'd sought to find a sponsor. I did, though in an unlikely place. I first met Prince Aurelian Valardin, a scholar seeking to restore lost knowledge. He was not terribly receptive, and left fairly early. Sir Ralston, however, was far more receptive despite his lower rank. He flirted (of course!) and we had a duel. I won handily, but he was a good sport about it. I doubt he could ever afford my company, but perhaps we'll spar at some point.

Written By Ravna

July 10, 2016, 7:56 p.m.(12/26/1003 AR)

To Archscholar Aldwin:

A most curious man entered today to deliver his journal. He appeared to doodle nonsense on a page, as follows.

"Scribblescribbledoodledoodledoodledoodlelonesloneslonescirclescirclescirclestitstitstitswinestaininksplatterdoodledoodledoodlecatprintswalkingacrossthepagedoodledoodle."

I must again repeat my petition for transfer to the Lower Library and away from the Audience Hall. I have been advised that my health has become imperiled from my sessions with Lord Victus and Lady Kima, and sessions such as this speed my decline. I implore you, in the name of Lagoma, have pity.

Written By Ravna

July 10, 2016, 7:52 p.m.(12/26/1003 AR)

Red...the colour of blood, of sunrises, of sunsets and shit wine. The kind of wine you know is going to get you fucked up, fucked over and fuck. The good sort of shitty wine. That were, you know, the colour of her hair. Her. Hair. But...but, but, but. B-U-T.

Oh, her voice.

Her voice, clearly, is that of some messenger of Gloria. Maybe Toria? Tivvy? The God of Wine and War. Oh, but her voice!

Then of course there is that boooooody! Not the sort to give birth to bear-men, but, oh! Such arms! Such fists! I do not know whether to fuck, or to fight, maybe both? Do I play dice, and cheat (though I never need to cheat) just to be caught and start a fight? O BUT HER VOICE, DEAR GODS!

She even fed Rabbitsfoot, this glorious, gorgeous, gargantuan woman of genuine generosity and gratuitous violence. If she were to read to me, in that voice, well, I may just play dice with The King.

Well, you know, when he wakes up.

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