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Written By Zhayla

March 7, 2017, 6:01 p.m.(1/18/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Lark

Sometimes I hear other fealties boast about good their sailors are or how good their soldiers are or how good their horses are. And they are really good. I know that; I've fought as one of them. (Well, not the horse people. But Dumpling and I are starting to get along!!)

People tend to think -- Grayson, yeah. They're okay. They're pretty good. But people don't always recognize them as the force they are.

But I think that there might be some truth to the words "none greater" when Grayson is able to field even a team of hairdressers, make-uppers, and tailors, and do so with lightning-fast efficiency to deploy them in a stealth commando raid in the wee hours of the morning. It would have made any dozen of the commanders I've served under delirious with envy. I wouldn't want to be an army on the other end of that logistical mind.

There were even matching slippers!!

Without her help, I don't know that I'd have had the heart to face a meeting I was dreading. She's so thoughtful -- not just like, kind, although she is, even though you might not think, but she just THINKS about things. If I'm to be something more than I am, then I could probably stand to be a little more like her.

Written By Calliope

March 7, 2017, 4:14 p.m.(1/18/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Max

I'm not sure what to do here. Max and I seem to have such wildly different ideas not only in beliefs, but in manners in which we enforce or impose those beliefs. I'm trying not to take offense, truly, but it's becoming very difficult. I will reach out once more, try to find some common ground.

Written By Mirari

March 7, 2017, 4:12 p.m.(1/18/1006 AR)

Soap; an item of solid material scented for pleasant washing... But how to make it? Hm.

Written By Harald

March 7, 2017, 2:47 p.m.(1/18/1006 AR)

Traditions exist to be leaned upon in trying times. When men lack for direction in dark days, they can fall back for stability upon the ways of their fathers and hold out trust that they too will endure. Though they are imperfect, there is strength and comfort to be had in traditions.

As we now face a war of greater scope than many can comprehend, it is natural that men will cleave to traditions for stability, and yet many have chosen this moment of great chaos to kick away at the pillars of tradition, forgetting tgat men will revile those who deprive them of comfort in dark days. This is truth not only to Thrax, but to all souls.

Written By Eirene

March 7, 2017, 12:41 p.m.(1/18/1006 AR)

So the King wakes up. I ask to see him in a physician's capacity. Don't even get a reply.

Well fine. I'll just keep tending to the people who actually matter then.

Written By Ophelia

March 7, 2017, 12:26 p.m.(1/18/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Perrach

Perrach is so mean. Can't take a joke. Maybe he's spent too much time on the seas and has swallowed too much salt.

I'll still help him. And by the gods I'll find out what he wants to know and I will get a smile out of him as payment. This I know.

Written By Michael

March 7, 2017, 8:24 a.m.(1/17/1006 AR)

Albino ravens are not common. And this uncommon bird--Sarielle's former pet--has brought tidings that I didn't know I would ever receive. Just the same, I take strange comfort in the presence of a bird. I will still get a dog one day.

But for now, it seems I'm to enjoy the company of a raven.

Written By Michael

March 7, 2017, 7:48 a.m.(1/17/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Lailah

Even as you bear silence towards me, I hope you know that there are few I have more respect for than you. We may not always agree with each other, but I will always respect your opinion. Not long ago, when I was speaking to our cousin Valerius, I sang your praises--a practice that happens frequently when you're not in the room. A practice, that, perhaps, I should aim to do when you're around so you understand your value in my eyes.

You are by far the most brilliant person I know. You have instinct, knowledge, and the ability to find an answer when there isn't one. When things happen that I don't understand, I seek your counsel. And while I may not say it enough to your face, know that behind your back, all I have are praises about your abilities and the incredible woman that you are.

And if your devotion to Vellichor must take precedent, I will never stand in your way. You are my sister, and far smarter than myself. You are purposed to do something great with your life.

Know that I would've told you in person, but I'd rather not relay my applause through a third party. I could've written it in a message, but I wanted it recorded for posterity for all to read. And so it's here; left to ensure you know your value--both to this city and to me.

Written By Lailah

March 7, 2017, 3:47 a.m.(1/17/1006 AR)

The burdens of my chosen path take a toll on me at times when I do not expect them to. I had known my family would not be supportive of my decision to devote myself. I know it seems as if I'm leaving them all behind, and I suppose in a very real way it is true, but my devotion to Vellichor is absolute. I wish to serve him every day of my life, until I draw my last breath. Only my obligations hold me from my oaths, and yet there is still that burning sensation of need. My longing to assume my true chosen path.

My thoughts on the matter are uncharacteristically scattered. Clouded by so many conflicting emotions, and desires. I do not wish for my family to feel as if I'm abandoning them, but I know that the day is swiftly approaching. If it does not come, I know not what I will do with myself. If I must remain 1 year or 20, I will see to it that before my death, I will take my vows. I can only hope that I am seen as worthy in time.

Written By Leola

March 7, 2017, 3:21 a.m.(1/17/1006 AR)

I was approached by the Regent, Duke Gabriel Bisland today, as I prayed in the Shrine to Petrichor, preparing myself and considering the questions raised by the letters I have received, considering my position and the form of words I should use in beseeching.

In light of the incoming armies, the Ministry of Agriculture has been making preperations. We agreed that the threat was grave; I noted several of the farms tainted would be unlikely to ever be fruitful again; and I produced the duties that the Ministry and the Lodge have been taking to prepare the city for the threat. I explained, reluctantly, my duties to the Faith would make my taking any higher position in the Ministry unwise at this time, and passed the papers for the most recent supplies of goods to the Duke, in lieu of arranging delivery personally, as an apology.

I feel as though the ground is falling away beneath me. I can't see what's coming.

Written By Killian

March 6, 2017, 11:24 p.m.(1/17/1006 AR)

Things move far, far faster than I had expected, and the day grows closer upon each passing moment when I must stand forth and face what is to come. I find though that, in this time, and with what lay before us, each moment seems to crystallize in my mind, more distinct and vivid than all those which have passed before. The snow falling through the night sky, settling that strange stillness over the city. The curls of smoke drifting up from the buildings, twisting in the errant breeze to form shapes and webs which cross and fade against one another, making the night sky seem to go on forever against the blanket of the stars. Memories keep stirring in my mind as well, drawn up by things that sometimes seem to have nothing to do with them.

I remembered my childhood, a thing I had not thought on in a long time. In the days before Avery left us, and when Addison was still the older brother I looked up to, even if he was even as a child somewhat..stiff. I remembered a summer spent with Harlan and Aislin and Olivia, playing games near the stream at the hunting camp. The day I arrived at Bisland, a bittersweet moment of desperate lostness and yet at the same time the warmth and welcome which Duke Gabriel and Lady Iona gave to me..and so many others there, each alone in their own way and yet finding friendship and family with one another.

I remember the night I returned to Arx, after years away from Ashford and Arx both, and the look of surprise on my cousins face. The night I met Cara, who would become one of my dearest friends. I remember those we have lost..Pietro and Vincere. Leo, who stood against an army of traitors with but a dozen men and faced them down, saving not just my life but Dawn and Vincere and Cara as well. Dawn's smile when she welcomed me home, the architect of my rebirth and reunion with my family. The moments stand out so vividly, the excited look upon Aislin's face when she discovered something that had once been lost unto us, renewing the story of our people piece by piece as she searched out the mysteries in ancient tomes.

Most vividly, I remember the first time I saw the face of the one I love, and in that memory all the worry and sorrow, and the darkness which threatens to envelop us in eternal night, fade away. It is a moment like the first sight of the sun cresting the horizon after a long and terrifying night, when the rays of that new dawning light break over the distance and spill radiant glory across the land, driving back every shadow, the warmth of that first light driving the chill away and filling me with hope. If all else fails me, and all else is darkness, in that moment I know that I have lived a life more full and whole than a man such as I could ever have hoped to have.

Written By Aislin

March 6, 2017, 10:57 p.m.(1/17/1006 AR)

It's odd, really. Months of work on a research project: tracking down bits and pieces to get an idea. Collating reports from the field to put together a full image. And finally -- /finally/ -- turning up what I'd been looking for.

And now?

I almost find myself at loose ends. After so long, I'm genuinely not certain what I work on next.

Written By Ford

March 6, 2017, 6:09 p.m.(1/16/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Donella

I shared breakfast with Princess Donella this morning. The conversation was light, heavy, medium, yet it never got grim or melancholy.

Best of all, I think she enjoyed the typical Stormward breakfast.

I find myself delighted by the woman's company, and I look forward to seeking out her company and advice more in the future.

Written By Simone

March 6, 2017, 5:57 p.m.(1/16/1006 AR)

Dear Gentle Reader:

In the tradition of the great personal advice givers (being an elder sibling) I am offering to be an objective ear and a plainspoken straight-talker who will promise to relate to all kinds, all classes.

As a (mostly) solid social navigator (so long as you refrain from one or two hot-button topics) I will offer advice to any personal situation with empathy and gentle humor.

If you need advice better than your mother would give - seek me out.

M. Simone Greenmarch

1/16/1006 AR.

Written By Samantha

March 6, 2017, 4:14 p.m.(1/16/1006 AR)

I have noticed a pattern amongst no few (but not all) of the male nobles of my acquaintance, and I find it both wearying and worrisome.

Why when engaging in conversation with me, do they feel inclined to talk to me as if I am ignorant of the topic being discussed and require instruction? I'm not afraid to invite instruction if I feel I need it, but to assume I am uneducated, particularly in the subjects that are most directly relevant to my March's concerns, is simply baffling to me.

Old Oak is expansive, prosperous, and hosts a well educated, generally content population. It's not because I'm particularly a genius, but a large part of that is because I work hard for my vassals and initially while under Iona and Gabriel's tutelage and then later of my own initiative, made a point of learning such skills.

I have a feeling were I to put a pin on the habit when it occurs, those that engage in it won't see it as I do. I will endeavor to be patient.

I am having to endeavor to be patient with many things these days.

Written By Samantha

March 6, 2017, 3:42 p.m.(1/16/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Alaric

His Majesty and I have known each other for a long time. As Duke Bisland's foster daughter and a close friend of Dawn, my degree of separation has been minimal. Alaric used to flirt with me incessantly, and I would laugh and dismiss him. He found the game of it delightful, but I would frequently disappoint him with my insistence that I tend to my duties, perhaps because he seemed so distracted regarding his own. He may have been flippant and indulgent, but he was also kind. I'd like to think over time, he would have - no, he will - learn to become all that any could hope for.

Now he has awakened, and I wonder who he is now. I can't imagine after everything that's happened that he is anything like who he has been before. I hope he will be able to accept visitors soon, because I think he could use a familiar presence, a friendly face. Especially with Dawn having taken up her travels.

Written By Ailys

March 6, 2017, 1:45 p.m.(1/16/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Max

An interesting pirate, who shares the name of my pilfering pet. I wonder if that is some sign or another.

Written By Percephon

March 6, 2017, 9:34 a.m.(1/15/1006 AR)

As a scientist and scholar, one of the worst feelings in the world is to realize a fallacy in a concluded experiment whose observations you have already committed to paper. Realizing it had been contaminated, that the inputs of information and knowledge that was passed on to you was faulty and misleading that tainted the results without your realization leaves you with nothing usable in the experiment, and certainly you can't return to an earlier point in the experiment to set things differently. Normally in such cases, I would start anew, looking forward to understanding what consistent information one could get from a multitude of attempts. But in the latest example? No. Never again. I think the lesson here for me is that some sciences are better left to other people.

Written By Felicia

March 6, 2017, 8:17 a.m.(1/15/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Alaric

My duties started during your great sleep, now they will continue during your reign. May it be long and properous and may you know the love and respect of your people, who have waited with baited breath for this time to come.

Written By Luna

March 6, 2017, 8:11 a.m.(1/15/1006 AR)

The King Fell asleep

We all agree it was too deep

We sent every man

from every land

to wake the old man up

None of it was enough..

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