Written By Leo
Jan. 15, 2017, 10:18 p.m.(9/4/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Vincere
Thank you for all you have done. The realm is safer because of you and I will never forget.
Written By Lydia
Jan. 15, 2017, 10:14 p.m.(9/4/1005 AR)
Anyway, the elves are fine of feature and appear to come off as haughty as they've been reported to be. The young man with them has an air that reminds me of Prince Kieran, I'm sad to report.
Written By Angelo
Jan. 15, 2017, 10:13 p.m.(9/4/1005 AR)
Written By Leo
Jan. 15, 2017, 10:13 p.m.(9/4/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Valkieri
Written By Tristan
Jan. 15, 2017, 10:08 p.m.(9/4/1005 AR)
I know that forest. I know it of old, when I was a grubby stableboy running around Bastion. I knew every animal in the woods and how to--or how not to--approach them. I knew which trees were which, and where to hide when mother was looking for me.
It's dying now. It's trampled under the feet of traitor Iron Guard and corrupted shavs and emotionless Bringers who want to 'purify' the world. That's what they're doing. 'Cleansing.' If I know anything, it's that desires to 'cleanse' things never go well for ordinary people.
So that's it. The Gray Forest is dying. A vast force lurks there. I've seen the evidence. I've seen a Bringer with my own eyes. They're waiting, and if anyone in the city thinks this is all fairy tales, or thinks we have plenty of time to come up with the perfect time, or thinks we're /safe/...
Well, please let me know so I can offer some instruction on how to extract your head from your ass.
Written By Muiryn
Jan. 15, 2017, 10:04 p.m.(9/4/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Rowan
Provided I don't fucking strangle him before that time comes.
Written By Muiryn
Jan. 15, 2017, 10:03 p.m.(9/4/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Neve
Now all I get is doors slammed in my face or wails over being embarrassing. I think we have more screaming matches now then I ever hear her laugh-- but I figure it's just that age. Not that I love her any less, just some days.. I'm not real keen on her fucking attitude.
Written By Leo
Jan. 15, 2017, 9:53 p.m.(9/4/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Belladonna
Written By Harald
Jan. 15, 2017, 9:44 p.m.(9/4/1005 AR)
Written By Denica
Jan. 15, 2017, 9:42 p.m.(9/4/1005 AR)
    A drawing accompanies the loose, looping script of the following page. It is of a dangling noose.
    Princess Useless' become Princess Usefuls, my princely cousin said, when they are wed. I daresay I dread it as much as he seems to, but I am not eager, given this second Reckoning befalling all of Arvum. A union is a powerful tool for healing political divides, as it should have been for Thrax and Grayson. I daren't ask, lest it prompt a response I don't want to hear quite yet, but I wonder if this was not grandfather's plan for me. I have not been mistakenly released upon Arx.
    My best course for delay is to be Princess Useful before shrugging me off on another house. If I can be her, then perhaps I can weather the coming storm with my family.
    I have a dreadful lot of work to do.
    A Tepid Princess Denica of Thrax
Written By Sigurd
Jan. 15, 2017, 9:25 p.m.(9/4/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Eirlys
She is lovely, amusing, friendly, and even charming. I look forward to sparring her in the near future.
But I have never had a woman start to strip five minutes after meeting me. Nice tattoos though. Very well done.
Written By Tristram
Jan. 15, 2017, 9:05 p.m.(9/4/1005 AR)
Written By Tristram
Jan. 15, 2017, 9:03 p.m.(9/4/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Alistair
Written By Magden
Jan. 15, 2017, 9 p.m.(9/4/1005 AR)
Lord Inigo Malvici has excellent eyebrows and should try not to walk backwards.
Mistress Bethany's stuffed hawk is named Wolfeschlegelsteinhausenbergerdorff. We call him 'Dorff'.
I want a dog.
People in Lycene Ward, apparently, have a lot of sex. The city's already crowded. They should slow down.
I'm the new rat catcher!
Captain Gian has never had a persimmon.
Welcome to Arx, mind where you step!
It's been a very busy day.
Live while you're alive.
Written By Ida
Jan. 15, 2017, 8:55 p.m.(9/4/1005 AR)
Do you know when I last sat in a tavern to have a drink with friends? I don't even remember. I've lost touch with too many people. If recent events have taught me anything, it is that I should make time outside of the forge. I need to live more.
Written By Valencia
Jan. 15, 2017, 8:52 p.m.(9/4/1005 AR)
Dearest gods and goddesses, please help those I know and adore to realize that if I offer a kind compliment it is sincere and from the heart.
I wish it was not so hard for people to understand this about me.
I do not mean to complain, saddens me that an earnestly sweet compliment can be so easily turned to taint and labeled mere flattery or worse?
I am by no means perfect. So far from it. But I cannot help that I see lovely things in most people.
Perhaps it is just easier for people to hear about the wicked and not the wonderful.
~~~~~<~<@
Written By Jeremiah
Jan. 15, 2017, 8:50 p.m.(9/4/1005 AR)
Of the past, though? I have starved, I have been poor, I have been the least able. I have been ill I have lost I have gone without. Above all, I have survived, taken what I am given, and thrived with it.
Of the present...I am still a Prodigal--as I always will be. I am not an overly rich man. I hold ideals which I put above everything else--I am dangerously opinionated, usually unsubtle, and often too quick to take any action. Rash, heated, and at my worst hateful. I have behaviors and habits which are not worthy of praise. But I hold positions, skills, and serve those who may enact true change. I will not bury my coinage, fearing the future--I will spend it all in the hope that I may see sevenfold repayment. Coin, prestige, and position? What I earn I will use--not in the service of more of each. Gods and Spirits may provide those(I hope they will), but in the service of betterment.
Of the future...we can never know. But if the present is a seed, then the future will be my soil. I will survive and thrive whatever comes.It stands as a measure of my change that this is not in the Black Journals--when I first came, certainly such Reflections would be. But--let it be public. Few enough read what I write--let it be public. And if, in the future, I do not stand by these ideals and promises, and you wish me to? Say so. Point it to me. Pride and ambition are mine, yes--humble me if you need to and wish better of me.
Written By Fortunato
Jan. 15, 2017, 8:37 p.m.(9/4/1005 AR)
That can be terrifying, when you think about it. Take a friend. Stand on a precipice and look down. Don't speak to each other, not one word. Estimate the distance to the bottom, together, silent. If you stare long enough, the gulf becomes deeper. Or shallower. For you, the world changes merely through the length and intensity you stare at it. Of course, tritely, obviously, it's you that changes. At least for a moment.
Change is subjective. Unpredictable. Flickers of flame. Even a soft breeze can change the shape of a fire, however minutely. Or did you just think it did? Did you blink? Did you blink and forget?
Does it matter?
The need for control is the same as fear. You decide in the moment. You embrace the moment. Take a step and you may be somewhere else. Life is change. Take a breath. See where you are. Accept tomorrow will be different. Accept that tomorrow, you may be different.
Accept that every moment we have is a miracle.
Written By Kieran
Jan. 15, 2017, 8:19 p.m.(9/4/1005 AR)
Anyways, they're staying in the Valardin district. Of all the fealties to welcome in mythological, faith-shaking, blood-sacrificing crazy people, Valardin would have definitely been my bet. I think there's a joke being played there, and I rather like it. At some point this coming week I intend to head over and maybe chat a bit with them to see if they're my kind of crazy or just plain crazy. Either way, it should be entertaining.
Written By Sylvie
Jan. 15, 2017, 8:01 p.m.(9/4/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Dagon
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