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Written By Merek

March 1, 2017, 1:32 p.m.(1/6/1006 AR)

I have known Lady Bianca since I came to Arx and joined the Scholars. She is one of the best friends a person can have, and very refined. I am happy for her, with her new decision to be a Godsworn, and I am confident she will do her best.

Written By Dagon

March 1, 2017, 12:12 p.m.(1/6/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Calista

I don't like where we left things. I stole away like a thief in the middle of the night, and within weeks, was nearly killed and then married. I love her. I really do, and I know of anyone you can understand that. But my damnable honor... Maybe it would be better, if I just besmirched you and walked away. But I won't. I can't do that.

We should talk, so that I can explain. Or, at least, try to salvage my honor. I still wear that compass. I just want you to know that it wasn't a game to me. I don't even know if you consider it that way. Perhaps I'm only speaking to my own guilt.

I don't know.

Written By Calista

March 1, 2017, 11:19 a.m.(1/6/1006 AR)

Lesson learned. I shall never be a fool again.

Written By Eirene

March 1, 2017, 11:06 a.m.(1/6/1006 AR)

Many things...
One. Harmon has joined us here in Arx to help look into the mysterious shit that seems to be my second job these days. The kid is brilliant, but cracked. Doesn't make him any less helpful though. There's a reason he's a ward of the family.

Two. Maybe my decision is for the best seeing as I'm about to go into another major campaign; last thing I need right now is emotional bullshit clouding my rational judgement.

Three. I wish I had such a carefree and responsibility-less life to care about duels and relationships and weddings and shit. For fuck's sake, people, there's an army of monsters and half-men marching towards us. Go ahead and keep bickering over who said what and whose wick was dipped in what wax. You go ahead and keep being concerned with petty day to day life. I'll keep your soldiers safe and your warriors as whole as I can. You're welcome.

Four. Fuck you Anze Redrain for being shirtless in the bloody cold. Make us all look bad why don't you? But then again, I can't blame Caly for keeping you half-dressed. Even if that's weird coming from your Auntie. My girl has taste, can't lie there.

Written By Calypso

March 1, 2017, 9:46 a.m.(1/5/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Kima

I know the decision you made was not an easy conclusion to come to. Setting aside your dreams and aspirations for the needs of your family shows your true moral character and reveals just how brightly it shines. Saik and Malvici have always been especially close. Under your leadership I look forward to continued strength between us.

Written By Reese

March 1, 2017, 8:56 a.m.(1/5/1006 AR)

Sometimes the right words are hard for me to find.

That seems to be the case more and more often.

I charged a group of archers and didn't become a pin cushion.

Maybe Gloria was with me in that moment.

Sir Serafine was with me and at my side.

She likes to be called that better than princess.

I think Duke Dagon got hurt, but I think he will be alright.

Prince Tristram seems to have broke his arm.

That has to hurt, but he will heal and fight again.

But we couldn't save them all.

Some of our men perished that night

And some of the refugees we went out to save perished.

And we saved many, yet my heart is heavy with those we did not.

Like Sarah who wanted to grow up to have gold roses on her shirt.

Written By Ophelia

March 1, 2017, 7:56 a.m.(1/5/1006 AR)

My Dearest Brother Luca has been devastated since the news of Deva's betrothal to Uncle Niccolo. Seeing him in such a state has come as quite a shock. I thought it was terrible when I returned and he was simply in a gruff mood... well now, I fear the worst for him. His heart has truly been broken. Never have I seen a man so rife with sincere regret.
     Oh dear brother, there is no remedy for love but to love more and sadness flies away on the wings of time.

Written By Niamh

March 1, 2017, 7:21 a.m.(1/5/1006 AR)

Last night I took shelter in the mountains and lay beside another adventurer to stare up at the winter stars. There were griffins in our future, but those were for the 'morrow.

Last night I took shelter in the mountains, with Cardia in my future, and traded with another the threads of the dream that the future might become.

Last night I took shelter in the mountains, curious about if griffins would feast on mountain lions, and I learned that some solutions can be as simple as a sword's answer.

I've never had such innocent fun as pretending to be elsewhere while laying in a treehouse.

Written By Silas

March 1, 2017, 6:29 a.m.(1/5/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Orathy

What the bloody Abyss...

Not my finest hour and I'm -still- not entirely sure what happened.

Written By Caelis

March 1, 2017, 3:39 a.m.(1/5/1006 AR)

Dinner was grand. I do love spending time with my family. When we are together, I can still see the children we were, before so many cares and responsibility were thrust on our shoulders. I don't know what the future will bring, but if I can keep the light on a little longer I hope it will help keep mine safe through the war.

May your hopes find safe harbor.

Written By Driskell

March 1, 2017, 2:21 a.m.(1/5/1006 AR)

There are many times that Thraxans might seem odd, upsetting, irritable, uncouth, wild, vicious and other unsavory words. The reality is that the sea demands one hundred percent of any who sail upon her back, she suffers no fools. But just as terrible and cruel the sea can be, there are unwritten mysteries and wonders that are hidden behind each wave. The scent of salt in the air, of wood creaking, a strong wind blowing...these things often can conjure images of the sea in any Thraxan making them miss home. Perhaps our land allies can think on these things as they walk on the ground that they have been born of and remember that Thraxans aren't terrible, we're just on foreign territory.

Whilst Arx has many wonders, the most beautiful place when one has to be on land is standing at the cliffside gazebo at Darkwater Reach. The mysteries are hinted at during sunrise and sunset if one is alone and listens intently while looking out at the bay of Thrax.

Written By Dagon

March 1, 2017, 1:02 a.m.(1/5/1006 AR)

I am a collection of wounds. My shoulder still aches from dislocation. My side aches from a knife. My wrist is sprained from a man's platemail. My soul is weary from the dying screams of the young and pure. But, we're on our way. Homeward bound. I am a conglomeration of aches, but most of all I ache for my bed, and for Margot. A hundred and twenty refugees are safe and sound in Bastion because of Serafine, Reese, and Tristram. I can sleep easier knowing that, at least. Knowing that we helped.

But over twenty men shed their blood in that meadow. I'm trying to remember each of their faces. I made it a point to see each and every body.

...but even as I fall asleep, the faces of the dead seep from my mind. They're replaced by my own. And it frightens me more than the dead, or the Bringers.

Written By Serafine

Feb. 28, 2017, 11:47 p.m.(1/5/1006 AR)

I don't understand the motivation behind such slaughter and mayhem.

But I suppose even the blood nurtures the ground, the flowers that will come in the spring and the trees that grow around the bodies. Nothing is wasted.

Unless it's the Silence.

Written By Aislin

Feb. 28, 2017, 11:02 p.m.(1/5/1006 AR)

For all that everything seems dire lately -- for all that things seem so difficult -- sometimes you can find moments of surprising peace.

A grand adventure on a small scale, just like when I was little. And a heartfelt request.

I have no idea where this will go, or how it will turn out. But it's nice to think I might not walk entirely alone, either.

Written By Demura

Feb. 28, 2017, 7:57 p.m.(1/4/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Elrych

I'm glad that you are always around to lend your support and have my back. You are truly invaluable to our house and a fundamental friend.

Written By Demura

Feb. 28, 2017, 7:54 p.m.(1/4/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Merek

It was a privilege to have you as a guest in our house. I'm glad that we came to an arrangement and we both see things through the same lens. Hopefully, we'll be able to help each other and the city of Arx.

Written By Demura

Feb. 28, 2017, 7:51 p.m.(1/4/1006 AR)

I hosted a dinner at the Chateau this evening with Merek Black, our protege being the guest of honor. We spoke about our intentions down the road, goals, and also came to a business understanding that I think will make for a beneficial relationship.

Written By Kima

Feb. 28, 2017, 7:17 p.m.(1/4/1006 AR)

I was recently asked what I wanted.

But I've since determined that there is a more appropriate question that people should ask themselves.

Having found Elysia, would you slog through the Abyss to return there?

Written By Aureth

Feb. 28, 2017, 5:54 p.m.(1/4/1006 AR)

Finally had a chance to catch up with Moira last night. A lot has happened in the past few weeks and you really don't get the sense of just how overwhelmingly weird our lives have become until you have to try to lay that all out for someone else.

Makes me think about family.

When I took over the bar, that was my clear responsibility for the Grayhope name, and I've worked since to try to remedy some of the ... oh, bad publicity ... that we might've had because of my cousin's questionable choices. I've been working to try to keep the place spic and span even under threat of severe mess, spruced up the menu a little bit with some good deals on whiskey and wine that some social contacts have helped me to make, arranged a regular menu so that people have some idea of what they're getting from the kitchen, and even found and put up a dartboard to give patrons something to throw something else at that isn't each other's heads.

But family is more than the Grayhope name. It's more than just me and Fortunato and Hana and cousin Moira.

It's good to remember that.

Written By Acacia

Feb. 28, 2017, 4:17 p.m.(1/4/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Harmon

A Master of Pockets. A Collector of Facts. An intriguing, swift-talking man who needs to eat more, sleep more, and possibly drink... less? Well, maybe more. There's very few that need to drink less if your life doesn't seem to rely on that at that minute.

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