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Written By Rysen

Dec. 12, 2019, 5:33 p.m.(5/13/1012 AR)

I'd been investigating the suspected murder of the Tenny Twins, along with a group that included Princess Sorrel, Archscholar Sina, Lady Zoey, the glaivedancers Lady Alessia and Sister Dianna Mazetti, Sir Amund and Evaristo Arterius. We tracked down some leads that proved extremely dangerous in pursuit of the Sentinel's justice. I am still awed to recall, in those dire moments of uncertainty, the glory and potency of the voice of the Bladesong. There lies in the songs of Princess Sorrel a power that seems to shatter the hold of corruption and despair, and transform into light even the deepest darkness.

I must also note, that though I have sought out the help of Archscholar Sina for previous investigations, where her vast learning and insight was immensely helpful, I had never before worked with her in the field. Let it not be said that the Archscholar's merits lie solely in the sacred Archives of Arx, great as they are. For those like Lady Alessia, Sister Dianna, Sir Amund, Evaristo, Lady Zoey and myself, who take up arms against the enemies of the Compact, the holy prayers of the Archscholar are nothing less than divine protection. She set her warriors' souls ablaze, and held the forces of darkness in an unbreakable grip. Nor did the Archscholar leave the battle unscathed, a testament to her valor, which allowed those who serve the gods to find victory.

It was a great honor to work with so fine a team in the pursuit of justice, and in particular, Lady Zoey Kennex, whose ability to shatter an ignited bottle of highly flammable alcohol at fifteen yards with her bow, in order to incinerate our enemies in an explosion of fire, must be seen to be believed. Perhaps we'll try it again at Lady Monique's next party.

Written By Elloise

Dec. 12, 2019, 5:20 p.m.(5/13/1012 AR)

Fairen told me something happened with Arcadia and apparently she took all of her stuff out of the house. Which I guess makes sense because she's married so... why would she leave things here? But it was a big hubbub and I'm told she's mad at me and-- Oh! Oh no! I left a potion on the fire!

Written By Zoey

Dec. 12, 2019, 4:56 p.m.(5/13/1012 AR)

When the Dragonweep jumped in price by 500%, I lamented that I would likely never own one.
Now, I think that might be for the best.
I will never look at those stones the same way again.

Written By Teagan

Dec. 12, 2019, 12:15 p.m.(5/12/1012 AR)

The entire city feels poised upon the precipice of something.

I wish I could say something great, but it feels so much more dismal than that.

Written By Preston

Dec. 12, 2019, 11:36 a.m.(5/12/1012 AR)

People often look at those who have become truly evil and declare 'oh, I could never be that'. What they often fail to understand is that it is not usually a single step from good to evil, but a journey. A path. The first step might be thinking you can do something evil for some greater good. It might be that you can use evil means, but because of your inherent goodness you can resist what that means. And yet, slowly, the tumbling begins. Each step becomes easier, because to abandon the path now means that each evil deed you did, each horror you committed, was wasted. So you justify it and come to the point where you are all you said you could never be.

Now imagine a world where people who were on that path were held up as exemplars, were glorified. Then they would not walk that path alone, but thousands, tens of thousands, would walk that path with them. Because all of society has told them, this is what you should emulate. And it is a path that takes them all further from good, further from the Faith. The harm that can be done would be immense.

It is not enough to simply look at evil and say you will never be that. It is to dedicate yourself to the commands of the God to fortify yourself against it. It is to never allow any negotiation between yourself and the evil that lurks beyond the mirror. It is not just to condemn, but to carve out that evil where you can with the Sentinel's justice and Gloria's honour. It is to preserve what we are. We must be active in our pursuit of goodness. Not passive in our horror at evil.

Written By Lucita

Dec. 12, 2019, 10:20 a.m.(5/12/1012 AR)

Relationship Note on Zoey

Watching my guards practicing their skills and improvising an obstacle course in my garden has given me an idea. If Lady Zoey is not too far along in her pregnancy, will take her up on her offer to host an event.

Written By Lisebet

Dec. 12, 2019, 9:16 a.m.(5/12/1012 AR)

I found a most wonderful way to get away from the books! Princess Sabella's Scavenger Hunt was marvellous fun, even if I did have a bit of trouble being sidetracked by my brother.

It was as much fun chatting with Ryhalt as it was following the clues!

Written By Mabelle

Dec. 12, 2019, 5:57 a.m.(5/12/1012 AR)

I swear I was going to host a small birthday celebration.

But then I found a pony.....

Written By Renata

Dec. 12, 2019, 1:36 a.m.(5/11/1012 AR)

The winters in Setarco are much gentler than the chill of those in Arx, and I feel blessed to have been able to spend the last of these last back home. How good it felt to bury my hands once more in the warm Setarcan dirt, and to teach and educate the families whom have put thraldom behind themselves and joined us. Already the spring crops are nudging their way through the earth and turning the ploughed fields from brown to green, and there's a weight of anticipation in the air, and excitement, from those whom once had nothing, but now have a home, land to work and a /future/ where once they had nothing.

It was fortunate that I was already present in Setarco for Arianna and Valentina's wedding, for the Gods only know how much I fear setting foot on a ship. At least the caraval on which we travelled back to Arx was swift, and whilst I shall miss my beloved home and the new friends made there, I am ready to embrace the city once more.

Written By Mabelle

Dec. 12, 2019, 12:22 a.m.(5/11/1012 AR)

Relationship Note on Felix

I've always been a fan of the magnificent hairpins sold by Brother Felix, not only are they beautiful but useful for a small woman like me. Imagine my sheer delight and surprise when he invited me to model and inspire one.

The result is outstanding, although I am biased, but those who are familiar with his work will know it must be true.

Thank you, you honour me.

Written By Cambria

Dec. 11, 2019, 11:10 p.m.(5/11/1012 AR)

The world is a place of marvels.

Written By Juliette

Dec. 11, 2019, 10:10 p.m.(5/11/1012 AR)

Of late, I find myself dreaming of mirrorsilver and stygian jewelry. It is enough to make me wish myself a smith every now and again.

I heard that the most recent Pravus wedding was quite the event. Pool full of wine. Now that is a fine way to go, if one could choose.

Written By Strozza

Dec. 11, 2019, 8:40 p.m.(5/11/1012 AR)

Am I the dark reflection of a dream?

Written By Aiden

Dec. 11, 2019, 6:49 p.m.(5/11/1012 AR)

It is often cold, when you leave the realms of modern society and head into the vast untamed wilderness, such as we had. It is often straining on one's body to march through the snow, looking for something people haven't seen in many a generation, when all you have to go on, is the past by which we hope remains somewhat still in the present.

Not too long ago, I returned from an expedition that lead is into a great cold, where as we were going to light a fire, bandits surrounded us. Their plight was of a different nature but no less the same, as it surely came down to the nature of survival that lead them to us and our flame. Thankfully my friend was already well aloft from my arm and away from any harm as threats came upon all of our lives. We were out matched, three to one, with no where to run. I resorted immediately to the practice of good cheer and common politeness, asking them to join our numbers, to join the fire, and work for the silver they intended to rob. Alas, they did not see any merit in work when they could easily overwhelm and take all.

Thankfully, my friend, a good friend, one that soars ever higher, found allies in that frozen world. They descended upon the bandits and stood between us and certain ruin. With the spare of silver I had, I beg the bandits leave, so lives were spared, since we all have greater enemies than eachother at our door step. With our allies looking down upon them, they fled. I surely hope my silver filled their bellies and kept them warm, for many a night. I often wonder and I hope, they don't slip into the grasp of those who would never set them free.

But then, our attention was upon our allies, who felt the cold turning colder, if that were such a thing. Restlessness over came them and weary of some growing danger, they took us to their home.

We became their guests for a time, such pleasant memories, such once in an life time memories. I shall endure to help them, as they helped us.

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I am no poet... but here I try.. for such experiences have inspired... a verse or two I can manage perhaps.

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We soared from our mortal bonds of the earth
Dancing lawlessly through the unbreaking sky
Stretching our arms with laughter's mirth
Touching the clouds as our souls made their heady cry.

Between sun split clouds our freedom was found
Up and up, over delirious windswept heights,
Into frozen darkness where neither sight nor sound,
Could indicate which way was to the mind the right.

Yet, with tailored grace of a long spent master
Our sails were drawn in to take to quick land
Where a flurry of excitement was spent thereafter
To celebrate the moment we had, firsthand.

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I surely think I will leave poetry to those who do it best. Stories are more my thing.
Another book to write, I believe, soon to be bound. A part two from what I wrote many year ago.
Perhaps. Perhaps if I have the time. Memories do best, when written down, afterall.
Not that I shall forget all that transpired.

Written By Vicente

Dec. 11, 2019, 3:31 p.m.(5/10/1012 AR)

There is something to be said for dogs, I realize there are their downside to them but they are quite personable animals and that offsets the negatives.

Written By Jules

Dec. 11, 2019, 2:32 p.m.(5/10/1012 AR)

I have decided I shall be happy. I have an idea for an event and will now begin to see if I cannot put this thing together!

Written By Strozza

Dec. 11, 2019, 9:37 a.m.(5/10/1012 AR)

Coffee should never be 'cut' with water. This is a blaspheme. Drink your coffee, sweeten it if you must - but do not thin it.

Written By Petra

Dec. 11, 2019, 3:38 a.m.(5/9/1012 AR)

I return to the city after a long absence, and pay my tribute to Vellichor with this journal entry. I understand it is the custom.

The city has been most welcoming so far. I have been accepted into the Spirit Walkers and will seek admittance into the physician's Guild as well. I hope I will find many opportunities to be of help to my family in these troubling times.

It will take me some time to understand fully what is in store for me here, and to learn the customs. There are many things heard today that I do not understand. But I am patient. I will learn in time.

I enjoyed the Mercier Tea Shop. I see myself returning there often. Lord Ciaran Farshaw also recommended his family's coffee place. I am intrigued enough to seek it soon.

Today was a day of meeting people. I look forward to meeting more in the coming weeks.

Written By Lenne

Dec. 11, 2019, 2:44 a.m.(5/9/1012 AR)

Relationship Note on Ras

I intended to write a long, boring reflection on my trials and troubles as a shaman.

Instead a very troubled boy fell into my lap.
Well, more punched me in the stomach, really. I can count the fingers on the bruise!

Ras has had a very poor time of it, lately. He lost his best friend, and lost his guiding light in life with him. He was attacked, and nearly killed. We all read these journals from a great distance. We see the scandals, and the politics. But the very human costs and ruin from them is often something hidden, or veiled. As a girl who lost people, in Stormwall, and then floundered for many years, angry, adrift, alone (also by my own choice), ineffective and haunted, I can relate to his troubles, I think.

I hope my words helped. I hope my urging to be that boy that looked on in sheer horror, after realizing he hurt me, helped. I hope he does lean harder upon those who dearly love him, and finds his way, as I did, when I finally abandoned my foolishly one-woman quest. I hope that I showed him, in even some tiny manner, that his life is not over, and that he may yet be surrounded by people that care.

He's a sweet, good-hearted boy. I saw that much in him. He's ruled too much by his passions, maybe, but with the right direction there is few stronger virtues than passion. His loyalty would make any Knight blush. So much good can come from a person like that!

I pray to Lagoma, to light the path toward a better tomorrow, for him, so he can walk it.
I pray to Vellichor, that he may know the steps to take.
I pray to Gild, that he may find charity and giving, as he struggles to rebuild his life, instead of scorn.
I pray to Jayus, to calm his troubled mind, and to let his rest, in the safety of my house, be sweet.

Written By Jules

Dec. 10, 2019, 11:55 p.m.(5/9/1012 AR)

I've not really been sad before but for some reason I have been recently. I wonder if most people feel like this, I imagine most do at some point. I'll definitely be glad to get past this though. I think I shall need to do something reckless to get out of it but I have not decided what.

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