Written By Merek
May 23, 2017, 11:52 a.m.(7/7/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Dominique
The Marquessa is getting married I heard. I am happy for her. It is good to see people being happy after the siege. The Wyrmguards have always been kind to me, and I wish them always the best.
Written By Merek
May 23, 2017, 11:51 a.m.(7/7/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Sparte
I've been serving for a while, and I've met few like him. I am hopeful he will continue with his duties well, and he will likely make it far perhaps. Think he could use more sleep though.
Written By Merek
May 23, 2017, 11:49 a.m.(7/7/1006 AR)
Things have been a little bit better this week, as I've found time to be with friends, as well as to learn a little more about some subjects I am interested in. Additionally, I think I will be continuing some research with the scholars. I'm thinking of continuing some academic studies about apothecary and alchemy arts like I took at Tor for a while.
Written By Merek
May 23, 2017, 11:47 a.m.(7/7/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Isolde
After our catching up, it seems that she has decided to answer my request for a teacher of theology and religious belief. I am thankful for it, and her Highness is an amazing teacher. I'd recommend her for anyone that needs a subject taught that she knows something about, it is very easy to take in. I'd also recommend people visit the Mirrormasks for, as all Thirteen are important to the Pantheon.
Written By Merida
May 23, 2017, 11:31 a.m.(7/7/1006 AR)
I've never been one to write much, but I find as of late I need to express my thoughts. Returning home from a my years at sea, frolicking in the blood and sea spray, I find Arx a changed landscape. Those at Maelstrom would hardly believe it even if they saw it themselves. And while I have been welcomed home by my beloved uncle with open arms, and given a seat of respect and power (a ship of my own, and a new weapon, oh how my heart soars!), the changes are unsettling enough.
While I'm pleased, and a tad smug, to find women have been cast in a more favourable light, no longer just the pretty political toys and well dressed wenches, I find more has changed, an oozing sense of change and pollution that threatens to change everything we have held dear for centuries. I watch the line between land and sea blur, I hear Mangata wail and weap, and it boils a rage in me that has me awake at night, near tearing at my own skin in rabid frustration.
This rotten tide will stop. The House of Grimhall holds firm against the onslaught. And my children will one day be raised as we have always been.
Pleasantries are also such rotten lies. I see the true face behind many. I can respect a man like Abbas Thrax who is no more than what he appears to be (oh and is he not great as he is, when I look at him, I see Mangata's will and power made flesh. There is no man more Thrax than the Warlord Prince). Fuck all the titles and formalities. Fuck all graces. We are men and women, we are all monsters. And when we die, our titles will not keep our hearts from stopping.
And while it tears me apart, while it drives me mad, I will keep my urges at bay, and stand with enough honour not to disappoint my uncle, more a father to me than mine ever was. And I bend my knee before the mighty House of Thrax.
While I'm pleased, and a tad smug, to find women have been cast in a more favourable light, no longer just the pretty political toys and well dressed wenches, I find more has changed, an oozing sense of change and pollution that threatens to change everything we have held dear for centuries. I watch the line between land and sea blur, I hear Mangata wail and weap, and it boils a rage in me that has me awake at night, near tearing at my own skin in rabid frustration.
This rotten tide will stop. The House of Grimhall holds firm against the onslaught. And my children will one day be raised as we have always been.
Pleasantries are also such rotten lies. I see the true face behind many. I can respect a man like Abbas Thrax who is no more than what he appears to be (oh and is he not great as he is, when I look at him, I see Mangata's will and power made flesh. There is no man more Thrax than the Warlord Prince). Fuck all the titles and formalities. Fuck all graces. We are men and women, we are all monsters. And when we die, our titles will not keep our hearts from stopping.
And while it tears me apart, while it drives me mad, I will keep my urges at bay, and stand with enough honour not to disappoint my uncle, more a father to me than mine ever was. And I bend my knee before the mighty House of Thrax.
Written By Arianna
May 23, 2017, 11:05 a.m.(7/7/1006 AR)
The party was amazing and there were so many gorgeous, amazing people!
I was not as social as I could have been for fear of ruining everyone's good time.
Though secretly I am ashamed to admit...I tried it! A hug circle! The Thraxians
are so misunderstood! So gentle and loving they are as I was embraced by
new friends and heroes alike. It is my wish to send all of them thank yous!
So much love to my new sister in law and her extended family! Ford, I owe
you a puppy! Sameera gets a puppy too! Carita gets a puppy! Everyone gets
puppies!!! Okay maybe...maybe they won't appreciate being overrun by such
cuteness!! I guess I will have to settle for more hugs and kisses! Love you all!!!
I was not as social as I could have been for fear of ruining everyone's good time.
Though secretly I am ashamed to admit...I tried it! A hug circle! The Thraxians
are so misunderstood! So gentle and loving they are as I was embraced by
new friends and heroes alike. It is my wish to send all of them thank yous!
So much love to my new sister in law and her extended family! Ford, I owe
you a puppy! Sameera gets a puppy too! Carita gets a puppy! Everyone gets
puppies!!! Okay maybe...maybe they won't appreciate being overrun by such
cuteness!! I guess I will have to settle for more hugs and kisses! Love you all!!!
Written By Lailah
May 23, 2017, 9:28 a.m.(7/7/1006 AR)
With the white journals to chronicle our history, it is important to remember that these records we leave behind are the mark that we leave upon the world. Not only the things we say, but the things others say about us. As time moves forward and things change... We must wonder what we'll be remembered for. Will history remember you for your deeds? Have you led a life worthy of remembrance?
What seems reasonable today may be thought of poorly in the future. Thralldom is quickly becoming a thing of the past, it's seen far less favorably even in Thrax lands than it has been in previous times. The compact grows every day as the enemies become allies, joining our ranks and swelling our own numbers and strength. An open hand draws in far more than an iron fist, and when in, do we treat Prodigals with trust?
I know the dangers of the abandoned, I grew up hearing horrible stories and I'm not going to suggest that the threat they pose is any less than it once was, but I have misgivings about our plan. Kneel or die isn't a choice, it's holding loyalty hostage. Loyalty earned at the tip of a sword is tainted loyalty, it breeds dissent. Upon this new chapter of history, going forward, I hope to see our numbers grow greater, to see once abandoned become prodigal. They are of us, they are the compact.
So, to bring my first question to bear again, how will history remember you? Will you be seen as a hero, a beacon in the dark, or are you the bully? We must take care to see the waves of change, lest we be swallowed up, and take care that our legacy is one worthy of praise. All of us, together.
What seems reasonable today may be thought of poorly in the future. Thralldom is quickly becoming a thing of the past, it's seen far less favorably even in Thrax lands than it has been in previous times. The compact grows every day as the enemies become allies, joining our ranks and swelling our own numbers and strength. An open hand draws in far more than an iron fist, and when in, do we treat Prodigals with trust?
I know the dangers of the abandoned, I grew up hearing horrible stories and I'm not going to suggest that the threat they pose is any less than it once was, but I have misgivings about our plan. Kneel or die isn't a choice, it's holding loyalty hostage. Loyalty earned at the tip of a sword is tainted loyalty, it breeds dissent. Upon this new chapter of history, going forward, I hope to see our numbers grow greater, to see once abandoned become prodigal. They are of us, they are the compact.
So, to bring my first question to bear again, how will history remember you? Will you be seen as a hero, a beacon in the dark, or are you the bully? We must take care to see the waves of change, lest we be swallowed up, and take care that our legacy is one worthy of praise. All of us, together.
Written By Ainsley
May 23, 2017, 9:14 a.m.(7/7/1006 AR)
Limerance, I pray for your grace.
I pray touch my heart with your strength.
Help me find the fortitude and conviction,
In my own heart to persevere in my commitments.
Help me find the resolve and dedication in,
In my own soul to remain true to my word.
Limerance, guide my heart.
Limerance, tame this fire that burns in me.
*A line is stroked several times here in which the following musing is written in sloppy handwriting.*
I used to tell myself that I expected no one to love me in return for my own. When it comes to romantic love that is, for the most part, a truth. Every time a lover has given me not only their bodies but their hearts it has been an unexpected, beloved gift.
This is not the case for my other relationships. I have come to realize that I have arrogantly expected love from my family and friends. I have expected loyalty. If I can expect fidelity from my friends and family it must be expected of me in return. I must find the strength to honor my fidelity, and to forgive hurts that I have been given.
I must...
I pray touch my heart with your strength.
Help me find the fortitude and conviction,
In my own heart to persevere in my commitments.
Help me find the resolve and dedication in,
In my own soul to remain true to my word.
Limerance, guide my heart.
Limerance, tame this fire that burns in me.
*A line is stroked several times here in which the following musing is written in sloppy handwriting.*
I used to tell myself that I expected no one to love me in return for my own. When it comes to romantic love that is, for the most part, a truth. Every time a lover has given me not only their bodies but their hearts it has been an unexpected, beloved gift.
This is not the case for my other relationships. I have come to realize that I have arrogantly expected love from my family and friends. I have expected loyalty. If I can expect fidelity from my friends and family it must be expected of me in return. I must find the strength to honor my fidelity, and to forgive hurts that I have been given.
I must...
Written By Joslyn
May 23, 2017, 8:59 a.m.(7/7/1006 AR)
A wonderful massage, and some fine company, a great way to spend an evening. I'll have to patronize the whisper house more often for such treatment, unless any independent courtesans are up to the task of measuring up? No, seriously. Message me if you want to make some money. Maybe I should put an ad out.
Written By Jael
May 23, 2017, 8:54 a.m.(7/7/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Cristoph
I don't think your ploy worked, Cris.
But I'm thinking, hot pink.
But I'm thinking, hot pink.
Written By Mason
May 23, 2017, 8:02 a.m.(7/7/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Larissa
I must praise Larissa Whisper for being able to open her mind and see things with different eyes. It was a difficult conversation, but we both learned much from it, I believe. I have much gratitude for her ability to push through and try to truly understand my grievances.
Written By Ainsley
May 23, 2017, 7:19 a.m.(7/7/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Silas
I have been reminded recently that the white journals are a chronicle, a historical record. Very well, let the records note that I have come to realize I was wrong about Baron Whitehawk. He was never truly my friend.
Written By Silas
May 23, 2017, 5:22 a.m.(7/7/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Kenna
I am gladdened to be in the company of family once more. With your help, I have no doubt House Whitehawk can accomplish whatever it sets itself out to do. Should you require aid to get to wherever you want to go, simply let me know.
Written By Silas
May 23, 2017, 5:20 a.m.(7/7/1006 AR)
Fighting fire with more fire just makes a bigger fire.
Written By Audric
May 23, 2017, 2:18 a.m.(7/6/1006 AR)
Addendum: That's actually rule number two. Audric's rule number one: Take the bloody money first, promises of later wealth are worth less than nothing.
Written By Audric
May 23, 2017, 2:17 a.m.(7/6/1006 AR)
There are many people who would accuse me of saying what's on my mind entirely too often, or of being far too open with my thoughts. They're not wrong! I simply don't care what most people think of me. It's a great way to be, really. But in my many years of being a sellsword, something has always vexed me. Why would someone openly state their distaste for someone else? It's either a ruse, or they're not quite bright enough to realize that it's far easier to revenge yourself upon someone if they think they're your dearest friend! Actually, I'll codify it. Audric's rule number one: Be everyone's friend, right up until you very much aren't.
Written By Harper
May 23, 2017, 1:44 a.m.(7/6/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Merek
Shiny. 'Nuff said.
Written By Aiden
May 23, 2017, 12:12 a.m.(7/6/1006 AR)
I will no longer write white journals. My memories will be with my friends and family.
In need to protect a loved one, I've insulted another.
It will end here.
In need to protect a loved one, I've insulted another.
It will end here.
Written By Sameera
May 22, 2017, 11:54 p.m.(7/6/1006 AR)
Being at Lady Ariel's birthday party makes me rather pleased that only 2 people remembered my birthday. The hubbub and being all the focus is not an enjoyable notion.
Written By Cristoph
May 22, 2017, 11:41 p.m.(7/6/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Jael
How about interior decorating for a subject change? I hear from Lord Percephon that my lovely sister Jael would like to repaint our home and that she DETESTS the shade of yellow. She also wants to get all new furniture and take everything we currently own and throw it out into the streets and use it to start a bonfire. I can't believe her audacity! Young women these days!
Just kidding. Half of that was a lie. More than half.
Paint away, dear sister!
Just kidding. Half of that was a lie. More than half.
Paint away, dear sister!
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