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Written By Edain

March 5, 2017, 2:49 p.m.(1/14/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Demura

Lyon's Redoubt is a place that is stepped in fond memories for me. There was an apple orchard there where they brewed a delicious dark cider. Vance, Tabitha and Valen used to go there to drink and to solve all of Arvum's problems. There was no day that I was more excited than when I was knighted and I was for the first time invited to join them.

That is why it makes me glad to see that the Lyon's Redoubt is in capable hands. Marquessa Demura is a skilled knight, has a good head for tactics and strategy, and has a boundless love for her people. It is good that she is here to help us fight the storm that is on the way.

Written By Simone

March 5, 2017, 1:43 p.m.(1/14/1006 AR)

To the Gentle Reader:

There are still so many of you that I have not met. There is one, the most important one, that I have not met yet. There will be months before I meet them, and yet I have been busy writing these letters to the Journals for them. Trying to let them see that while the days have grown dire, while the world has become an unknown and quite frightening place, that there is - and will always be - so much hope and promise.

This letter is for you, my sweet secret. My as yet to be met visitor that shares the same space as I do. Unseen, but each night I can perfectly envision the color of your eyes - the shells of your ears - the perfectly sweet curl of your fingers around mine. I am not often sentimental. But, in these Journals you will be reminded that there was a time where I once was. That you will know how much there was to share with you. There are other letters, apart from these, lengthy and private that I will give to you once you are older. My history and yours. About how you came to be. About others. Once you read those I hope that you will have a better understanding of me, and in doing so, better understand yourself.

There is so much that I cannot plan for, so much that I cannot promise for fear of making myself a liar. But, there are also promises that I can make, vows i can keep...

I promise that you will always be adored. I will remind you as often as I can. Each day, every night.

I will tell you to take chances, as many as you can handle. I will remind you to trust yourself. I will promise to trust you.

I know that you will make many mistakes. So will I. I will let you make mistakes, and feel the weight of them. I promise to challenge you to push through them, and not allow your fear of failure to stop you.

I promise to be active, and be the inspiration that you need that will move you in whichever direction you need, or want, to go in.

If you are ever angry or frustrated, I will promise to listen. If you need space, I will promise patience and give you the room to breathe.

I promise honesty and will expect this from you in return, even on days when the trust might hurt.

I will promise to protect you to the best of my ability - and this might be the only promise that will strain, because there are so many unknowns associated with it.

Mostly, my sweet secret, I will promise that you will know love in all of its forms.

M. Simone Greenmarch

1/14/1006 AR.

Written By Denica

March 5, 2017, 1:09 p.m.(1/14/1006 AR)

What is it, this discordant hum that plies at my ears?

'Tis the rushing horde's advance, an echo through the years.

The grounds a-tremble as 'round Arc they near,

And the King's eyes, they have yet to clear.

Written By Victus

March 5, 2017, 12:49 p.m.(1/14/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Valerius

It was the pick I suspected. Most people seem to like him. Lark meanwhile gets things done, but she isn't exactly the most charming of women. I don't say that with fucking derision, mind, the Gods know that I'm hardly the easiest man to get along with either.

Can't say I ever expected him to amount to anything. Used to be he didn't even try to prove me wrong. Of late, though, I'm coming around to the idea that he isn't a complete waste of Thrax blood. That there might just be something to Valerius I can come to respect.

Shows you the world's full of fucking surprise and wonder, eh? Heh.

Written By Valerius

March 5, 2017, 12:07 p.m.(1/14/1006 AR)

What an exciting time to be alive. A little terrifying, but mostly exciting. In my lifetime I’ve survived Rebellion, seen our King sleep, seen our King wake, and been set to marry a Grayson. None of those things particularly odd or exciting on their own, but altogether manage to be quite the feat, I think.

Next on the to-do list: Survive a siege. Kill anything that intends to threaten me. Father a boy, though I’d love a little girl just as much. It'd probably be better for me, too. Raise my children into amazing little men and women. Let my sisters shower them with gifts and praise. Be personally complimented when my sisters do this, even though it’s because my kids will be adorable and have nothing to do with them being my kids.

Learn to play the lute. That one’s for Lark, though. Don’t tell her.

Written By Magden

March 5, 2017, 11:59 a.m.(1/14/1006 AR)

Baa baa, black sheep
Renounced her family's name
Threw it back just like a fish
Unsuited to the game

Baa baa, black sheep
Do you think she's mad?

You'd be right.

Written By Percephon

March 5, 2017, 11:56 a.m.(1/14/1006 AR)

I continue to be amazed at the sheer amount of information in this world, the arts and sciences that exist and how they are tackled. Take for example a prodigal I ran into by happenstance the other day. A taxidermist by nature, even if he didn't refer to himself that way. Growing up, we always had our room of 'trophies', the various creatures that were fine specimens of their kind, preserved to celebrate the hunter that had brought them down.

We talked briefly about the sheer amount of work that goes into this preservation, even if it is so that the head and hide can be worn like a cloak. The careful stitching, the choice of items to replace those parts that could not be preserved. As I was leaving, he mentioned what was next: plucking out the eyes. I couldn't stay, else I would have to witness this. Perhaps it is a morbid thought, but I do believe everything is worth experiencing once. Hopefully, I might run into this man again someday, and help him to pluck out the eyes so that I might see for myself how this art is performed.

Written By Sigurd

March 5, 2017, 11:27 a.m.(1/14/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Khanne

A wrong righted. A past revisited.

A friendship reborn? Time will tell...Have to survive all this Doom first.

Written By Dominic

March 5, 2017, 11:03 a.m.(1/14/1006 AR)

It is easy to be complacent in this city. Everything you could want is just down the street. So when your house calls you to duty and puts that fire on your ass to get to work it really gets all the all the gears moving. It is a good thing to be in the thick of it, watching movements and drills take place in preperations. Nothing has changed from my time.

Written By Fortunato

March 5, 2017, 10:27 a.m.(1/14/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Donella

Sketch. The Merchant Gate, portcullis raised, the visible grating entwined with dangling flowers. On either side of the great gate, shadowing the Iron Guard who flank it, are wild gardens grown from the wall, embedded ledges overflowing with curtains of vines. A crowd of people rivers across the bottom of the canvas, toward the open portcullis, but a couple have broken off from the mass to harvest beans from the hanging garden, their fingers tangled in the greenery, their baskets already half-full.

Written By Abbas

March 5, 2017, 9:58 a.m.(1/13/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Katarina

A Eurusi princess -- one with an attractive hue about her. Only with my family and the lingering one or two servants that served my father and mother do I get to converse in the native tongue. There are days I hunger for blood and war in the Dune Kingdoms.

I shall have to seek her out and get to know this one's tale.

Written By Cicero

March 5, 2017, 9:58 a.m.(1/13/1006 AR)

Refuse the good bye.
Danger comes. Real and pressing.
Hope. Always have hope.

Written By Abbas

March 5, 2017, 9:56 a.m.(1/13/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Julea

As the days of past I have grow fond and accustomed to the presence of the Marin. I knew her mother -- in a manner and briefly. And at first confused her for the same woman.

The daughter is much preferred.

Written By Fortunato

March 5, 2017, 9:56 a.m.(1/13/1006 AR)

Picture. A sea of dark with a great flame in the center, a flame in yellows, reds, orange. Most of the color of the sketch has gone here. Born (and borne) out from the center are smaller flames, rendered mostly in white with the occasional off-yellow streak, rendered in asymmetrical variations on hazy circles. These smaller scatter out, patternless, to the far edges of the blackened canvas.

Written By Cicero

March 5, 2017, 9:56 a.m.(1/13/1006 AR)

Duty before fear.
Heavier than a mountain
Some can't bear the weight.

Written By Abbas

March 5, 2017, 9:54 a.m.(1/13/1006 AR)

Sometimes I feel there is a darkness lingering under the surface. Steering you. Making you act.

This day each week I feel compelled to write. I have no desires, except this day -- to ever write. But when I wake there is a dull urge in the back of my head that transitions into some drivel or another.

I loathe paperwork. I don't mind maps. Strategy. Battle. And steering headfirst into a foul wind with axe in hand. But I loathe expressing myself in this manner. Except this day.

A strange thing.

A world of demons and elves. Of blood magic. Strange tides ahead.

Written By Cicero

March 5, 2017, 9:53 a.m.(1/13/1006 AR)

Hero to save me
Brave the danger and the cold
Thrown overhand down.

Written By Ophelia

March 5, 2017, 8:28 a.m.(1/13/1006 AR)

I wish someone would invite me to the ball or to the feast of the senses. But, i have already stuck my foot in it this week and i sense my luck is thin at best and i dont think i should go stag. Ah well.. Maybe next time?

Written By Selene

March 5, 2017, 8:04 a.m.(1/13/1006 AR)

Again, I find men are loose with all organs spare their hearts.
While love eludes me, I still find myself warm at night and my pocket full. Is it worth it?
Time to find more serious pursuits to find more serious men.

Written By Ophelia

March 5, 2017, 8 a.m.(1/13/1006 AR)

They say the king stirs as the army grows closer to siege. My heart flutters with fear and excitement. I wonder what this could mean.

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