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Written By Sira

Feb. 16, 2019, 7:50 p.m.(8/2/1010 AR)

I am considering starting to work on some fine and exotic leather pieces fit for a study. The bedding is nice, but so unchallenging.

Written By Gwenna

Feb. 16, 2019, 7:48 p.m.(8/2/1010 AR)

To say that the reception as hosted by Champion Bliss at the Whisper House's Arcadia was exquisite would to be doing the event so very, very little justice. It was both extravagant and humbling; a reminder of how precious this life is, of the beauty and value of love, joy, and even duty. That to stop living because of the shadows that worry us is to have already let the enemies win. That the tempest blizzards of the northlands can marry the hurricane summers of the southlands and work together in harmony.

On a lighter note, the chocolate fountain is a wonder that, I think, trumped even the icewine.

Written By Sira

Feb. 16, 2019, 7:48 p.m.(8/2/1010 AR)

I am out of gold leaf until Monday, to work on the finishing touches on the Summer Dawn dawnstone and garnet bed. The finish has been acting finnicky.

Written By Evonleigh

Feb. 16, 2019, 7:47 p.m.(8/2/1010 AR)

Relationship Note on Tabitha


Had I but known you wanted me to shout at you all this while, you certainly would have shouted at. I will strive to fill the large shoes (really, they're quite big for one so short) of my youngest sister in this endeavor, if it makes you happier.

Written By Cambria

Feb. 16, 2019, 7:38 p.m.(8/2/1010 AR)

There are few quiet pleasures greater than that of contemplating future catastrophe. Fortunately, we are spoiled for choice.

Written By Radhilde

Feb. 16, 2019, 6:57 p.m.(8/2/1010 AR)

Princess Gwenna and Prince Lorenzo's Party was amazing! Whisper House, wow. I am completely blown away by the decor and the effort they put into arranging everything. If I ever married, I would definitely hire them!

As for the Prince and Princess, they look truly happy and I do wish them all the best!

Written By Radhilde

Feb. 16, 2019, 6:55 p.m.(8/2/1010 AR)

Relationship Note on Valencia

Truly a fascinating Princess. Warm, kind, dedicated and humble. I do hope she will call on me if she needs some manner of assistance.

Written By Alrec

Feb. 16, 2019, 3:32 p.m.(8/2/1010 AR)

After a long journey in the Saffron Chains, I have to say it is a world in itself like no other. The people, the... Volcanos. It was hard coming back.

Written By Elgana

Feb. 16, 2019, 3:24 p.m.(8/2/1010 AR)

It is easy to forget that once, long ago, we were allies - elf and dragon and human. We fought side by side against the coming darkness. We did not have to pick and choose which ally we would have, would suit and serve us best. We fought as one, together. We stood as one, together. Each side lost loved ones and friends in the fight against the darkness that sought to destroy us, consume us.

But we won that fight, together.

The Metallics. The Cardians. Elves and humans. Together.

The passage of time has not been easy on any of us and change has come. Loss and grief transformed some. Others may have taken advantage of such loss. The Wheel spins and spins but there was that time when we all fought for what was just and right no matter what our home of origin. All full of hope and courage and fear and doubt but that war was won.

Perhaps it is just a dream of a distant time gone by but there is no shame in dreaming.

Written By Evaristo

Feb. 16, 2019, 2:47 p.m.(8/2/1010 AR)

Back in Arx again and the weather is almost as hot as down south. Makes me almost miss winter. Well alright, I miss spring, I could've done without winter. I think next winter I'll just stay somewhere south.

Anyway, had a few days of fun sailing, fighting Shav'arvani pirates, meeting an old friend and saying goodbye to them again.

I don't think we're ever going back to that Island. I am bored of it now.

Written By Jyri

Feb. 16, 2019, 2:36 p.m.(8/2/1010 AR)

A lot of time is put into the logistics of putting together an expedition of sorts, a mission of importance. Not for myself, but for others. I hope it will go well. I hope that what we do will help as many as possible.

I feel like my chest will burst with gratitude for those that have contributed with money and time, and safety for those in need. For those that will travel with me, whom I will guard with my life, so that we are successful, so they can do what they do best - much better than I could.

Written By Bhandn

Feb. 16, 2019, 2:24 p.m.(8/2/1010 AR)

I write so history does not forget the name of Valena Eseri. She was not born one of the Peerage, nor was she well-known by all of Arvum for her deeds. Rather, she was a woman of compassion, of care, and conviction, a woman who truly loved the people to whom she showed blessed Lagoma's Mercy.

I remember the day we met so clearly, though it has been so many years since then. How she knelt down beside the bundle of blankets in which I had awoken. How she would bully me relentlessly in trying to keep up my strength without exerting myself too much and reopening wounds that she had sewn shut and bandaged. How she would hold the children nearby that had also found themselves in her care, crying from the pains of illness or darker fates, and fight to banish their tears and see their smiles once more.

How she would grieve for those she could not save. How I came upon her once, seeking solitude to grieve, only to turn to rage when I told her she carried so much upon her slender shoulders. I still feel the place on my cheek where she slapped me before her harsh lecture, over the words I would not have felt regret about saying before I met her.

How she could forgive others for their words toward her. How she could comfort a grieving mother who did not want to hear of a sick daughter's passing.

How she could touch a man's heart as she lied in his arms, and tell him she wished it was possible for there to be more. How I responded the same way, the both of us smiling our sad smiles at each other in knowing that our duty came first, even before each other, but that the moments we would have were just as real as those we served.

As beautiful a woman as a man could ever hope of loving.

I will miss you terribly.

Written By Kedehern

Feb. 16, 2019, 12:09 p.m.(8/2/1010 AR)

Cristoph's masquerade was a fine affair. I had an enjoyable time, and thankfully, no one managed to drown.

Written By Perronne

Feb. 16, 2019, 11:36 a.m.(8/2/1010 AR)

Oh, no.

I sit here with the journal in front of me, and to one side, a sealed vellum letter. I haven't opened it, yet. I don't want to open it. See, it's the GOOD vellum, and it's my grandfather's seal. Good news usually comes from my father, in the sturdy parchment he uses for writing his reports, and a plain wax seal. If it's exceptionally good news, it might come from my mother's desk, with her seal (although never her handwriting - she prefers dictation). But grandfather and the good vellum means the news is bad. Or rather, that /I/ am bad, and the news is to inform me of that fact, and remind me that my family and my parents are counting on me to know my place and not to bring embarrassment to the family by drawing too much attention, and the wrong kind of attention, to myself. I'm pretty sure I've failed in all categories, with that.

I wasn't thinking. Arx is so...different. Intoxicating. So easy to forget the boundaries, to start to think, "Why not me?" When there are a thousand reasons why not me.

I need to open it. I might be wrong; maybe it's not about me at all. Maybe Papa or Mama are sick, or injured, or worse, and I need to know that. I just need to sit here a while, first, and work up the courage.

Written By Niklas

Feb. 16, 2019, 11:09 a.m.(8/2/1010 AR)

Relationship Note on Shard

As a side note, I am a royal and that has yet to stop people from treating me as a joke, sneering at me and talking down to me. So I wouldn't expect too too much.

Written By Niklas

Feb. 16, 2019, 11:03 a.m.(8/2/1010 AR)

Relationship Note on Shard

Until you refute the title, then you are going to be perceived to have accepted it.

Do people know what it means? Have people at large even heard of the nation it represents? I doubt it. Even those who had heard of lands such as Cardia and Eurus didn't necessarily know of Jadairal, and from there the number just grows smaller with Weijin and Nefer'khat. But people do know that you have been given the name. People seem excited to have royalty from some mysterious far off land among them. And while your friends (and the social circles of your friends) may not see you any differently, the average person who may not have known your name before this suddenly does.

I'm not being disapproving, not that you are in any need of my approval, but even if they are sellswords, the Valorous Few are still an army and it's a little odd for an army to be lead by someone who appears to have accepted a position as some kind of foreign leader to be here, now. Obviously the Valorous Few aren't the Immortal Sphinx's Eternal Legion of the Sun (or whatever their standing army is called, I have no idea, but I'd bet it's appropriately impressive and dramatic) but until you do something with your title, it's going to be at least somewhat strange. But it is entirely possible that I'm the only one who thinks so.

Written By Sira

Feb. 16, 2019, 11:02 a.m.(8/2/1010 AR)

The champagne silver and cardian snakeskin bar bar set sold recently, and I was only too pleased to see the funds go into increasing my stock of materials to work. Now if only I could get the feet to look right on the dawnstone and gilded bed.

Written By Willow

Feb. 16, 2019, 10:57 a.m.(8/2/1010 AR)

It was intriguing to meet Lord Danvir and the conversation he shared with me put me very in mind of some of my family's own more obscure practices. I am fascinated to hear anything he might know on Druids of old.

Written By Arik

Feb. 16, 2019, 10:03 a.m.(8/2/1010 AR)

Relationship Note on Shard

One would imagine that as long as your fealty oaths are re-affirmed in light of your new title than until you break faith you are a Compact citizen. As to whether you owe fealty oaths to de Lire, Velenosa, or the Crown directly. I'm sure some scholarly sort will have an opinion but a public re-affirmation is likely in order.

Written By Beatrice

Feb. 16, 2019, 9:30 a.m.(8/1/1010 AR)

Nilanza has my love, but I left a piece of my heart in Setarco. I bantered here once with a perfumer on bottling dreams. Would that she could bottle this instead.

Thousands worked in concert to transform dust and air into wonder. Architects and artisans, sailors and soldiers. Is there any greater mark of our Compact, our humanity than creation? Of vision realized through unified purpose?

You know how cynically I left Arx. I was repaid it better than I deserved. It seems, too, that I must find my next project. The Titan of House Pravus is my credential.

Oh, Arx. What shall we build next?

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