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Written By Dagon

Sept. 21, 2016, 12:02 a.m.(8/18/1004 AR)

Relationship Note on Alrec

I recently glanced over this man's journal. I have little love for this turncoat, but his tale made me think back to a shanty I've heard a few times. It makes me wonder which might be the mother he speaks of.

The shanty goes something like this:

Here's to the women of Darkwater
Those lasses from freshwater and seater
Walk right in, put your money down
Then get ready to fuck all o'er the town

There's blonde Alina from Tor
And she's one hell of a woman
She knows her way around my cock
From the hours we spent at strop and block

Sweet Marissa from Sanctum town
She can really blow me down
She says I'm better than the rest
And lets me fuck the hole I like best

There's Felona from Setarco bay
She really likes to roll around in the hay
She'll wrap her legs around my waist
And mash her tits against my face

Last there's Caity who hails from the east
who in the sack is quite the beast
She'll drink, and fuck me all week long
'til my coin and my seed are both all gone

Written By Dagon

Sept. 20, 2016, 11:38 p.m.(8/18/1004 AR)

Relationship Note on Fawkuhl

I can assure anyone reading this that House Thrax will indeed feel the absence of Prince Donrai Thrax when it is his time to leave this life. There are very few who can fill his shoes and all should be thankful that during this time when the leadership of all the houses recover and regroup after a series of great tragedies that there is some one with the skills who can steer the ship into port during the storm.

Envy breeds such strange sentiments in men, I think.

Written By Joscelin

Sept. 20, 2016, 10:48 p.m.(8/17/1004 AR)

Since it isn't common knowledge, I'll put it here for posterity's sake:

My mother was a native of the Saffron Isles, at least by birth. Raised in Arx, she married my father, a soldier in the King's infantry. They had three children, a boy and two girls.

My father was originally of Lycene, and his sister was his shield-mate and fighting twin to his sword-bearing.

Some of the infantry might still do this, but when my father fought, he was one of the fighters that fought in pairs, with my aunt bearing the towershield and he his hand-and-a-half sword.


He died when I was young, before I made apprentice. I remember many things about him.

He bought his armor almost exclusively from the Thornburns.

He had a rubicund dagger that I haven't been able to find, but I haven't been to the field of his death and it's been some two decades since then.

He smelled of pine-needles and smoke when he'd kiss me goodnight.

I have his smile, and his curls.

His name was Charlemagne but everyone called him Arlo.

My mother still misses him and refuses to marry another.

Written By Hammar

Sept. 20, 2016, 10:43 p.m.(8/17/1004 AR)

Relationship Note on Tobias

Lord Tobias is Crimson Blade Lord. Hammar Think must be gooder lead than fight, He not hit Hammar once when spar Hammar. Hammar still have fun! Tobias want Hammar come help train Crimson blade, Hammar not good train, but Hammar try!

Written By Valkieri

Sept. 20, 2016, 9:10 p.m.(8/17/1004 AR)

I don't know what Sylphie thinks she's playing. She's extending far too much trust -- and /silver/ -- to a man who has yet to show himself worthy of any of it. A man like that is only loyal to one thing: his purse. And nothing is keeping him from filling it from any numbers of others, both friends and enemies.

*released black journal as stipulated by the will of the deceased*

Written By Hammar

Sept. 20, 2016, 8:57 p.m.(8/17/1004 AR)

Relationship Note on Viktarkim

Hammar think Viktarkim man look different, have weird scar and skin have funny color. Hammar see Viktarkim in Murder, he tell Hammar Lady Dawn have other champion. Viktarkim wrong, Hammar ask Lady Dawn. Hammar not sure he listen Viktarkim.

Written By Hammar

Sept. 20, 2016, 8:53 p.m.(8/17/1004 AR)

Viktarkim lie Hammar. Viktarkim say Lady Dawn get new Champion not Hammar Champion. Hammar message Lady Dawn say he fight new Champion so he be champion still. She say she have no champion, only Hammar. Hammar then make Lady Dawn smile some way, Hammar not know, but Hammar glad he make smile. Hammar might not listen good to Viktarkim next time.

Written By Silas

Sept. 20, 2016, 6:53 p.m.(8/17/1004 AR)

The beachball game was deliriously fun. The teams were Lady Dawn, Master Rook, and Mistress Acacia versus Me, Princess Valencia, and Lord Valkieri. We pulled off the win, but the other team certainly made us work hard for it.

I found an unexpected business opportunity in Lord Prospero Fidante. Not sure if it'll bear fruit, but I rarely get the chance to work in my family's financial interests. Likely because I'm terrible at it.

Speaking of business, Chanse Grayhope ordered an unusually large amount of beds all of the same make. I don't know what to make of this... but that put a good amount of silver in my pocket.

Written By Joscelin

Sept. 20, 2016, 5:29 p.m.(8/17/1004 AR)

I went by Eithne's shop looking for her today. The Thornburns made the armor my father wore for decades in the King's infantry, he and my aunt both.

I haven't spoken of it in a long while, but the ears that were there today to receive the words couldn't have been more unintended if I'd planned on it. He was gracious about it though.

I forget sometimes that while my emotions are close to the surface, many of my thoughts are not. In my loneliness, I draw them inward and muse over things, much as a dog might an old bone. I forget that my words hold weight and meaning for more than just baubles for the nobility.

Written By Joscelin

Sept. 20, 2016, 1:55 p.m.(8/16/1004 AR)

Relationship Note on Alistair

I was passing through the boroughs, down a familiar street and I thought of days long since gone, when I would steal food from the kitchens to feed my new friend, a worn-out looking boy who looked to be starving.

I remember getting caught, too. Lady Iona Bisland was made aware of it and I was threatened with switching.

But I knew somewhat of the effect these brown eyes could have on a person. I'd been using them on my mother and father for -years-. And then there's curls; Iona Bisland was ever fond of my curls.

I was never sure what Alistair made of me. Antsy little girl bouncing around him like he was the most interesting thing I'd ever seen. And up to that point, he really was.

I miss him. His letters are always sparse but I appreciate every one of them. I wonder what he would make of me these days? Would he call me ambitious or accuse me of joining the ranks of those he distrusts?

I hope not. I don't know if anyone else knows me from before as he did.

Written By Dawn

Sept. 20, 2016, 10 a.m.(8/16/1004 AR)

There is nothing just, merciful or right in suggesting regicide. Let that be known.

But the faults of others is no call to allow one's own behaviour to lapse. This past week, I have not risen to the level that those who depend upon me deserve. Amends will be made and going forward, I'll make a greater effort to be what is needed by those who look to me for more. Justice, mercy, hope and unity are not abstract concepts or unattainable ideals.

Written By Anastasio

Sept. 20, 2016, 8:24 a.m.(8/16/1004 AR)

I pulled a chair out in front of Saving Grace this morning and brought with me a mug of tea. There was a little chill to the air that made me think Summer will end soon, but it was a welcome bite to help keep me awake. I had worked through the night with little awareness of time, focused on the sample that Lady Dawn has provided from His Majesty. I'm making progress, but it is slow going. All the focus, all the tiredness, just melted away when I was sitting outside though. There was the warmth of the sun as it rose above the rooftops. The glitter of dew on the leaves of some nearby trees, or the glistening of water droplets clinging tenaciously to the windows. I heard the city come to life, from sleepy shopkeeps and the nearby priests, all stirring and starting to move. The first sound of hooves echoing against the cobblestones and buildings, the growing clamour as friends found one another for conversation on their morning journies. It is the kind of morning that refreshes the soul, even when the body and mind are weary.

It's the kind of morning that gives one hope.

Later today I will meet with an Archlector and dedicate myself as a Disciple of Lagoma. People need hope, and a white clad Mercy gives it. Even to those who bleed on the battlefield.

I also need to talk to Master Carver about turning the second floor into a hothouse, if he has no other use for it. We had not progressed that far when buying the building, and I was in a hurry to set up my lab.

Written By Aria

Sept. 20, 2016, 3:28 a.m.(8/15/1004 AR)

Relationship Note on Prospero

My Uncle Prospero is one of the first people I've ever met. I remember him taking me for walks... And covering for me when I'd sneak around behind mother's back. He's kind and serious. And very smart.

Written By Aria

Sept. 20, 2016, 3:13 a.m.(8/15/1004 AR)

Relationship Note on Prospero

Uncle Prospero is one of the first people I've ever met. I remember him taking me for walks... ANd covering for me when I'd sneak around behind mother's back. He's kind and serious. And very smart.

Written By Aria

Sept. 20, 2016, 3:11 a.m.(8/15/1004 AR)

Relationship Note on Prospero

Arianna's beloved Uncle 'Perry'. They are quite close, though she hasn't seen him often in recent years. Not until they both ended up in Arx.

Written By Deva

Sept. 19, 2016, 9:20 p.m.(8/14/1004 AR)

The brunch and punch was fun. Who doesn't like food and brawling? I remember drinking more than I actually ate, though. Viktarkim has an impressive upper cut, and I think my face is still sore from being hit by Prince Barric. My only regret is that I didn't get to beat up Darren. I'm coming for you next time, brother. Or I'll just shoot you with an arrow when you least expect it! Which, by now, should be always. Anyway. There were all sorts of wonderful faces there, and I just hope more people will participate next time!

Written By Morrighan

Sept. 19, 2016, 7:51 p.m.(8/14/1004 AR)

Relationship Note on Salazar

I met this man earlier today while I was lounging about at Traders Tavern. Plentiful food, endless whiskey, and good conversation, then in came this guy. Reminds me a bit of Alrec. He's a seafaring man that seems kind of piratey - I can appreciate this. I get the feeling he might be a bit of a troublemaker, if the situation presents itself. Might prove to be a decent drinking buddy, too. Maybe this making friends thing won't be so hard.

Written By Alrec

Sept. 19, 2016, 7:49 p.m.(8/14/1004 AR)

Relationship Note on Tobias

Boy, do not think you know what kind of man I am or where my skill and knowledge of war start and end. I was bathe in blood while you were still in your diapers shitting and pissing on yourself. My first kill came long before I was ten and I have led men across province to province, carving out my reputation on their corpse. If you think a thing like a land is enough to hold the nightmare that I embody, well, you have much to learn and count yourself lucky that we have yet to find ourselves on opposite sides. You think you know war? Fighting mountainfolk and scavengers. You don't know jack. I will help you decide which part of the fence you are, fuck the silver we could make. I am Alrec Magaldi, dread of the Darkwater Deep and a boy ain't going to presume that I do not how to fight. No matter who your old man is. Learn some respect, I was nothing but respectful of your command and did not hold your tender age against you. In the contrary the only reason I approach your company was out of admiration for what you had build with daddy's silver. Stay in your fucking lane.

Written By Darren

Sept. 19, 2016, 6:03 p.m.(8/14/1004 AR)

Relationship Note on Viktarkim

Lady Dawn's protector, a prodigal shav with fists of iron. I don't often pay someone for kicking my ass, but anyone who can best me in a fight deserves at least enough to afford a bottle or two or twenty of fine Northland whiskey.

Written By Morrighan

Sept. 19, 2016, 5:13 p.m.(8/14/1004 AR)

Relationship Note on Tobias

I don't know the General particularly well, but he strikes me as an interesting man. It's curious, he and his band of mercenaries, they have this sort of mysterious intrigue about them. Though I'm more curious about how well-trained they are. Brawl, anyone? I'm game.

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