Written By Jasher
Jan. 31, 2017, 1:40 a.m.(10/21/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Bianca
For someone with the wit to see it, she would make a good wife.
Written By Ford
Jan. 31, 2017, 1:04 a.m.(10/21/1005 AR)
Everyone should stop in for a drink and a laze about.
Written By Calliope
Jan. 31, 2017, 12:07 a.m.(10/21/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Valdemar
Written By Calliope
Jan. 31, 2017, 12:05 a.m.(10/21/1005 AR)
Written By Ansel
Jan. 30, 2017, 11:47 p.m.(10/21/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Donella
Very odd. Interesting. She doesn't do that with anyone else; the eagle's barely even friendly with Percephon, and she sees him nearly every day. I wonder what endears her to the Princess Donella? It's almost as though she's met her before..
Written By Margot
Jan. 30, 2017, 10:59 p.m.(10/21/1005 AR)
The Grimhalls had a Tyde Duchess to their house for dinner. No one fought. No one died.
Written By Pietro
Jan. 30, 2017, 9:33 p.m.(10/20/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Luca
Written By Eirene
Jan. 30, 2017, 7:41 p.m.(10/20/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Esera
So for her to be fucking -pushed off a bridge- by a so called 'holy' man? Gods above, someone just set him on fire already and do us all a favor before someone else gets hurt... Like her father.
Didn't the Thraxian King push priests off that self-same bridge... hrm.
Written By Eirene
Jan. 30, 2017, 7:39 p.m.(10/20/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Leo
Written By Talen
Jan. 30, 2017, 7:18 p.m.(10/20/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Esera
Written By Niamh
Jan. 30, 2017, 6:39 p.m.(10/20/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Zhayla
Written By Julea
Jan. 30, 2017, 6:16 p.m.(10/20/1005 AR)
Written By Joscelin
Jan. 30, 2017, 5:03 p.m.(10/20/1005 AR)
It's -disturbing-.
Written By Dominique
Jan. 30, 2017, 4:12 p.m.(10/20/1005 AR)
Written By Angelo
Jan. 30, 2017, 4:01 p.m.(10/20/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Leo
I won't lose hope.
Written By Isolde
Jan. 30, 2017, 1:32 p.m.(10/20/1005 AR)
I am torn to shreds, everything I believe, everything I know wars within me.
Tehom, for I write thy name boldly, keep me whole.
My sister is dead. I can't breathe. It should have been me, not her. Her light, so bright, it is gone from the world. I do not know if I will ever see again, breathe again.
It's quiet uptown.
Written By Lyiana
Jan. 30, 2017, 11:31 a.m.(10/19/1005 AR)
Written By Bianca
Jan. 30, 2017, 3:54 a.m.(10/18/1005 AR)
Perhaps that in it of itself is the reflection. Our darkness staring back at us and waiting for its hopeful (or inevitable) release.
Or... perhaps this moment of introspection is just a side effect of a crisis of faith in a more general sense. It's difficult to tell these days. Even my beliefs are no longer sacred, just more twisted truths based on the ego of man and manipulated by something still well beyond our common understanding.
Tomorrow I will wake up and I will pray.
I will eat and then I will pray.
I will study and I will pray.
In all things prayer has become a constant.
Is it the ritual that comforts me or is it still an unwavering belief that someone is listening? That something will pull forth the beauty, hope and joy that is being human again so that the tug of war of the spirit remains balanced?
I want to believe, but how many more of us must fall to death or darkness before our gods stop standing idle?
There's a sickness in this city. A poison. I'm not the only one that's felt it, but I'm helpless to purge it. I am helpless to do anything, but read my books and hope that I pass on the right information to the right person at the right time.
That's what I pray for now. Not that I will have the strength to overcome the impossible, but that I will have the insight to help others on their own journeys of overcoming the impossible.
Anyone no matter caste or general standing has the potential to be a hero as much as they have the potential to be a villain. If the gods won't pull us back from the precipice of destruction and corruption, then we must pull ourselves. We must reach with open eyes, hearts and minds from the lowest to the highest and stand together as one before our egos divide us any further and we fall to the grips of damnation.
Written By Audric
Jan. 30, 2017, 3:50 a.m.(10/18/1005 AR)
Written By Merek
Jan. 30, 2017, 2:25 a.m.(10/18/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Reese
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