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Written By Silas

May 20, 2017, 8:07 p.m.(7/2/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Harper

Glad she's writing White Reflections again. They are the best.

Written By Harper

May 20, 2017, 7:34 p.m.(7/2/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Magpie

Yer welcome, Mags.

Written By Harper

May 20, 2017, 7:33 p.m.(7/2/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Edward

BALLS.

Written By Shadow

May 20, 2017, 6:25 p.m.(7/2/1006 AR)

~Written in Oathlands Shav~

Tonight I am taking part in some form of auction before I leave for my hunt, This should.. be interesting. I do not know what exactly to expect only that it is to help a friend with one of their hopes.

Written By Driskell

May 20, 2017, 6:19 p.m.(7/2/1006 AR)

I happened to meet the Duke of Laurent while enjoying some cheese over at the Valardin quarter earlier on, learning that he and his sibling were able to return to the city after being behind enemy lines and as he's a connoisseur of fine foods, this recipe is so that others can think of his family as they enjoy it. This particular recipe is in remembrance of the house of Laurent, that family of workhorses that are bridled to duty versus personal honor and the feelings one has of being a part of something greater than the individual, of communitarianism. They are a polite and civil people, so keep that in mind. This recipe is perfect for when you have guests and the focus should be on bringing all together at a round table as equals while delightful and stimulating conversation happens. The fondue is thick, gooey and deliciously decadent so guests can truly chew on what is being said. Deliciously decadent.

Driskell's Truffle Infused Honey Fondue
Serves 8.

- Two and a half cup of grated hard yellow cheese (gruyere)
- Two cup grated hard mellow white cheese (swiss)
- A cup of grated yellow medium-hard cheese (emmental)
- Two cups of a dry sparkling white wine
- Four spoons of flour
- Two spoons of Laurent truffle infused honey, a miracle of my own making that I'll have to share perhaps later
- Two cloves of garlic, minced
- A pinch of freshly grated nutmeg
- Salt to taste

Mix by hand all of the various cheeses with the flour, ensuring that you've coated all the cheese as evenly as possible.

Simmer the wine in a large saucepan.

Add the cheese mix by the handful, stirring it in until all is melted (but gods, don't let it burn) before you add more handfuls. Once you've about two handfuls left, toss in the garlic and nutmeg and then throw in the rest of the cheese, stirring and stirring.

Stir in the truffle infused honey, I enjoy drizzling it in the reverse direction that I'm stirring to help get the flavors mixed in quickly.

Stir all until it is velvety smooth and the cheese pulls on your spoon.

Pour the fondue into a crockery bowl and serve it with a candle underneath to promote the cheese from thickening too much. Add another drizzle of the truffle honey over the top of the fondue, sprinkling just another pinch of nutmeg (but don't go overboard, it's merely for color).

Serve with roasted duck, roasted artichoke hearts, mushrooms and of course, the ever popular crusty piece of bread.

Pairs deliciously with Laurent mead.

Written By Ulfric

May 20, 2017, 6:03 p.m.(7/2/1006 AR)

I had that dream again last night. I'm sitting at the helm of a ship, turning the wheel and feeling it pull away from me each time the waves crash into the starboard side. I think we're in the clear just before another clap of thunder shakes the earth, suddenly we're being attacked from the port as well. I ain't even close to being below the waves, but somehow I can just feel the stern yank and pull with whatever spirits of the sea we've angered this day. I can barely see nothin' forward through the storm. Lightning lights up the deck and I can see the panicked faces of my men praying to stay upright.

Through the mist and the drops of rain whipping across my face like shards of glass, I see an orange glow slowly encroachin' from my left side. There's a man there, his face all scrunched up and bits of blood in his maw gettin' lost to the storm. He looks at me an' he says, "Captain! What are we going to do?"

It's about then that my chest swells up with pride. Because this ain't a bloody nightmare, this is my dream to the letter. I'm the Captain of this vessel and I damn well hold my reins with an iron fist. "To hell with the storm" I shout back, "I'll put you lollygaggers on my back and paddle my way to port if I have to!"

It's when I hear the men cheerin' that things go astray. I wake up again, not in a cot, but in a bed. On land. Inside. That's when I remember. I'm a housecarl. Not a Captain.

Maybe one day...

Written By Kenna

May 20, 2017, 5:28 p.m.(7/2/1006 AR)

So-- I arrived at Arx, became a Lady, I'm now joining Iron Guard. Next plan of action (along with figuring out nobility) will be to learn to trounce things! There's so many places to get lost in this city though, I need a map just to find the training center. SO exciting to be here. Confusing too. (Maybe I can write directions on my hand for the first while finding my way around, and hide it when anyone looks.)

Written By Edward

May 20, 2017, 5:22 p.m.(7/2/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Magpie

Say balls one more time...

Written By Valery

May 20, 2017, 5:14 p.m.(7/2/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Shadow

I'm so sad the things ended as they did...

Written By Aiden

May 20, 2017, 4:55 p.m.(7/1/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Orazio

You heard my concerns and eased my troubles. We are all fortunate to have you as Legate, the Dominus more so.
Thank you Orazio.

Written By Larissa

May 20, 2017, 4:24 p.m.(7/1/1006 AR)

Tonight's Auction List
The Finest of Arx: A Fundraising Auction
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Cound Max Darkwater
Lady Juliet Fidante
Princess Isolde Velenosa
Prince Aiden Grayson
Prince Darren Redrain
Shadow
Prince Anze Redrain & Lady Calypso Malvici
Fortunato Grayhope
Lord Karadoc Saik
Princess Katarina Valardin
Lady Carita Darkwater
Prince Edain Valardin
Lady Eirene Malvici
Duke Cristoph Laurent
Prince Fergus Redrain

Whisper House - Elysian Ballroom
9:00 PM

Written By Alis

May 20, 2017, 1 p.m.(7/1/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Juliet

She is, in so many ways, entirely my opposite. I hold myself back in anything except combat, and she gives so much of herself. But one of the most treasured things about friendship is being able to enjoy each other's company no matter those differences. And, learning from them. She's quite adept at bringing people out of their comfort zone, but also supportive and kind and non-judgemental.

Written By Alis

May 20, 2017, 12:55 p.m.(7/1/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Cristoph

It must have been difficult being stuck behind enemy lines, waiting out the siege and wanting to be there to fight with the rest of us. It's definitely something I can sympathize with. Still, I hope his return to Arx will be productive for him; to that effort, I hope he and Marquis Marius are able to come to an agreement about some hives constructed near the the Wild Grove that in progress. It's a small thing, but they add up.

Also, he giggles. He really, actually, giggles.

Written By Juliana

May 20, 2017, 12:29 p.m.(7/1/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Duarte

He called me a *bear*. A bloody BEAR! How am I ursine, pray tell? I am neither fat nor hirsute, nor particularly muscled. I think I am insulted. Hrmph. A bear.

Written By Fergus

May 20, 2017, 12:20 p.m.(7/1/1006 AR)

I guess I'm not invincible after all. Got beat in a spar by Marian Valardin. Can't remember the last time that happened. Probably not since I first left Farhaven.

I blame myself, but that's not taking anything away from the Princess. She's skilled, knows her shit. Taking a year off has not been good for me. I've lost an edge, need to get it back. Locked up in my own head.

Didn't help that this armor has seen better days, took a solid enough shot that I'm pretty sure this chest piece is trash. Told to get in touch with some armorer named Eithne, I think.

Just another sign I've missed out on a lot.

Written By Zhayla

May 20, 2017, 12:08 p.m.(7/1/1006 AR)

I think that Prodigals have to be the most loyal and most devoted soldiers in the Compact. Most of us chose to bend the knee, freely and without fear of threat. The thirty thousand that bent the knee to the Marquessa are a good example. It wasn't random chance or the hand of the gods that guided us to be born within the Compact: we CHOSE it. We know what life is like outside the Compact. We know what it is that makes the Compact worth protecting. And we chose to do that. Choice is powerful. And we have a lot to prove.

But it's easy to be loyal when one serves House Deepwood.

I washed ashore in Deepwood lands and came to Arx to swear fealty to the Marquessa Samantha. She took me in as a member of her guard, knowing very little of me but trusting me with her safety. She gave me a room of my own, offered funds for equipment, and has -- at every step -- supported me. She surrounds herself with the best people, too. Do you know that happinesss you get, seeing people you care about happy, too? Watching the Marquessa and the Marquis come together and marry has made me happy for them even in the worst of the siege.

I've been learning about the Pantheon, about the gods of the Compact, and while I'm still learning, there's one prayer that I've prayed more than any other: thank you. Thank you, for letting me be part of Deepwood.

Yesterday, I was knighted by the Marquessa of Deepwood. And I accepted the position of Sword of Deepwood. I don't know. Maybe my Arvani isn't good enough, but I don't think I actually have the words to say how much that means to me, or how much it meant to me to see so many of my friends there. If it's easy to be loyal when you serve Deepwood, maybe it will easier for me to strive to be good and wise and honorable and just, because so many of my friends are all of those things, even if some of them would laugh at being called that. Thank you, for letting me surround myself with the best people, too.

Written By Harper

May 20, 2017, 11:15 a.m.(7/1/1006 AR)

News alert.

Fancies, set down yer silver. Commons, lift a cuppa. News of m'absence was greatly accurate. I was there. Jus' in the background like I always was. But, I did not lose my nose. I dunno who started th'rumor - mebbe I did, cause the idea of losin a nose seemed uproarious (check out that fuckin' word, Scholar) - during a siege. All cut of m'nose to spite my face. Spit in the face of Brand, 'cause we won, and now I'll spend the rest of my day drinkin' --

Rambling, sorry.

Written By Edward

May 20, 2017, 10:31 a.m.(7/1/1006 AR)

Have a glass of rum.

And another.

And another.

And another.

And another.

Tell me your pain again? What are you trying to forget? Yes?

Have another...

Written By Percephon

May 20, 2017, 9:43 a.m.(7/1/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Zhayla

I still recall quite well the first day I met this woman. She was sitting in one of the aisles of the Academy, right in the middle of it, reading a book. Little did she know just how much work that would lead her to in the subsequent weeks to come. It's been fascinating to watch her journey from that wide eyed girl to the woman that was knighted last night, but it speaks well of the Deepwood that they have recognized the worth in this one. She will undoubtedly go on to do many great things.

(added on as a foot note afterwards)
She also seems to have finally stopped writing messages in all capital letters. Thank the Gods.

Written By Rymarr

May 20, 2017, 7:51 a.m.(7/1/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Zhayla

I have known Zhayla for what feels like a very, very long time. In truth we've not been associated for very long in the grand scheme of things. A year, perhaps? A few months more than that, I think. Which in the flow of time within and around Arx; when first meetings followed by marriage proposals occur in the span of weeks or people act as though they're lifelong friends after a matter of days, then I suspect that I've known Zhayla for an eternity.

I met her as a result of meeting and befriending the one that I'm married to and Zhayla was there nearly every step of the way. Quietly accompanying dinners, lurking in the background during evening strolls, or just socializing over drinks. A retainer within her House, she struck me as an abnormally positive and sincere guard. She did not possess the paranoia that I had developed with my time in the King's Own. She accepted me with the openness of one eager to learn. She is a fierce warrior, but she does not permit that fact to drive her to tyranny. She is, in few words, a good person. The Marquessa and Zhayla both aid in providing me with a certain level of guidance, moral or otherwise.

Early on she seemed fascinated by me. Likely a result of my status within the King's Own. She looked at me as one looks to a role model and as a result I felt compelled to properly fill that role as water fills a pitcher. I saw, and still see, in her the capacity for greatness. I have always felt that with the proper guidance, support, and aid that she will accomplish great things in both word and deed. Even horseback riding, someday. We have spoke on the topic of knighthood a great deal since our first meeting and it is a topic that I generally hold in high regard. I am a knight, I have been a knight for nearly a decade at this point, I squired with Sir Jak Whitemane, as my siblings did before and after me. So when the topic is knighthood and the philosophy of it, I am generally quite attentive.

When Zhayla expressed her interest in knighthood to me, I embraced that question. It is a simple question to me, but quite complicated in the eyes of many. What I did know is that if Zhayla were to be knighted, she would immediately be a greater knight than many who claim the station. Compassionate, fierce, honorable, humble, courageous, and honest.

All of these things, all of these memories, and all of this work is why I am proud to see Zhayla reach that goal. Dame Zhayla of Old Oak, Sword of House Deepwood. She has earned all of that and so very much more. When the day comes that I pass on, I will rest easy in knowing that Dame Zhayla will stand implacable in defense of House Deepwood and the Marquessa. The goal we should all possess is to be better than we were the day before and it is my belief that Dame Zhayla embodies that. So long as the heart is true and intent pure, the rest will follow.

I am proud of her.

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