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Written By Celine

Aug. 12, 2022, 8:06 a.m.(3/8/1018 AR)

It's funny the things you learn as you grow older, like how the excellence of a gift lies in its approprateness rather than in its value. I was reminded of that with the glass jar that Lenard gave me this week. Exquisitely perfect, it is fashioned as a dragon's eggs, swirled with white within the glass itself so as to resemble clouds, and sparkling with flecks of gold that glitter when caught in the light. The finishing touch? Filled with the finest dragon-shaped cookies from Lottie's Place. It touched my heart, though hopefully not my waistline as the cookies are far too delicious for their own good.

Written By Tanith

Aug. 11, 2022, 11:41 p.m.(3/7/1018 AR)

Rituals that cleanse and take, give and ask. I'm still lost in it, musing over the future; what will be, what might be, how it ends.

I babble, scholar, forgive me; but you see, yeah? I'm smiling. I'm beyond ... I don't know.

I've a job to do, don't I? This chaotic world and there are still some things that must be done, a beginning, a middle, and an end. It's the way it is to see it properly through. My hands are the beginning for so many. -So many-.

I'll be dizzy on this for days.

Oh, Felicia. If only I could tell you.

Written By Thea

Aug. 11, 2022, 10:26 p.m.(3/7/1018 AR)

Relationship Note on Fiora

My cousin is back and really just as social as everywhere. But I missed her. And Finn defintely missed her as well. Next stop? Calo and Lina. For I have no doubt they'll love her just as much as the rest of us.

Written By Rosalind

Aug. 11, 2022, 10:19 p.m.(3/7/1018 AR)

Winter camping with a friend. I even learned something new! I feel like this was a much needed trip out of the city for me. I hope we do it again!

Written By Caspian

Aug. 11, 2022, 2:19 p.m.(3/7/1018 AR)

Well, today i learned i should not rely on my archery skills. not that i had any doubt about that, but its good to get reminders every now and then.

Written By Ilira

Aug. 11, 2022, 2:57 a.m.(3/6/1018 AR)

I cherish my hair! It is my prized possession amongst prized possessions, and I would sacrifice the rest in a heartbeat to retain it. I'm just curious, why are all the hair-centric celebrities I know of blonde or redheaded?
This is not to asperse either hair color (I am notably an admirer), but in my opinion, brunettes aren't getting NEARLY enough love!
Of course, I could be completely missing something; sometimes my hair gets in my eyes!

Written By Tyrus

Aug. 10, 2022, 11:46 p.m.(3/5/1018 AR)

Today brought two unexpected things.

One was preaching the virtues of Limerance quite unintentionally.

The other was weaponizing the term "neutral" to great effect.

I wonder what tomorrow will bring.

Written By Tyrus

Aug. 10, 2022, 8:58 p.m.(3/5/1018 AR)

"I will find you."

I spent the last three years trying to hold true to my last promise to you. Three years to have made myself a liar.

I still wake up to the feeling of your hand slipping from mine. Of watching you fall overboard with Aelia.

I don't think those dreams are ever going away.

Not so long as I have one last promise to keep.

I will find you.

Written By Mattheu

Aug. 10, 2022, 4:32 p.m.(3/5/1018 AR)

When the note is correct she will sing out through the trees and over the winds with a voice that is clearer than any other she has used before.
Or that is the hopes... And before the concert would be perfect.

Written By Aconite

Aug. 9, 2022, 1:50 p.m.(3/3/1018 AR)

I met Felicia once on an adventure into the cold waters, but I know she was incredibly important to people who I care for. She was incredibly brave and cunning. It os a vacancy I can only witness from afar. I know that others feel the empty ache.. but I hope with it comes the desire to live their lives as she'd have encouraged.

Rest well , brave Harrow and hurry back.

Written By Noah

Aug. 8, 2022, 4:49 p.m.(3/1/1018 AR)

Relationship Note on Jaenelle

Poison - It has definitely been an adventure.

To the whites - there is a strange moment in a man's life when he is there to witness the birth of his child. My first child was a girl. Which taught me a lot about such things. This child a boy. I was excited by that until --- there was another one. We have had twins and frankly, it was a shock for us all. It shouldn't have been considering my wife's family tree, but it was.

Jaenelle did beautifully as only she could while I was a mere helpless viewer of the event. My son, Herik and my daughter, Theia have arrived.

Written By Tanith

Aug. 8, 2022, 2:21 p.m.(3/1/1018 AR)

My mother told me to visit more often or she'd make a point of dropping by my house unannounced, at an hour I'd never expect. Scared me into scheduling my next ten visits these next few months, let me tell you.

Written By Tanith

Aug. 8, 2022, 2:03 p.m.(3/1/1018 AR)

Felicia Harrow.

A complicated women who knew more than any can say, about so many things. A hand I grasped in more ways than I can explain, have the right to explain, who pulled me from obscurity and taught me that I could do more than I was. That I can keep my secrets and use them to help others regardless of what others might say.

Anything I'd write wouldn't do her justice. Her soul's journey is going on over the edge of the horizon, beyond what we can see or remember; I hope I see her again. I hope I can help close her chapter for the benefit of her kin but also for myself. Is that selfish? It probably is. But for all the help she gave me, I'll see her story through to the end. It's important.

Written By Desiree

Aug. 8, 2022, 12:29 p.m.(3/1/1018 AR)

I must scold myself for being so wrapped up in the current events that I have not given myself proper time to visit with Vellichor and make use of these journals. There is so much importance to keeping such a tradition that stretches beyond the mundane. It matters not if my writings be of simple things such as how I spent my day or a conversation I had with my sister about how we would like to add more fragrant herbs to our dishes. It matters because at one time we lost all of these little nuances and the history of our existence was myth and only slowly trickled back into consciousness little by little.

There is so much happening around me presently, so much bleakness and darkness, but I do not wish to focus on those things. It is Winter now. I understand many do not enjoy the cold, but there is something pure and cleansing to the soul during this time. It feels quiet and calm, serene even. The night sky is often so clear one can see straight into the heavens, where the twinkling of stars seems almost hypnotizing. Once the cold reaches the bones, retreating indoors to sit by the fire with a cup of cocoa, wrapped in layers of fur blankets is the most soothing sensation. It is comforting and safe. It is a moment of peace seldom felt.

Written By Tove

Aug. 7, 2022, 10:11 p.m.(2/27/1018 AR)

"I have spent the last couple days since my arrival trying to get more acclimated to being in the city again. Seems there is much going on and still more that I am going to be needing to learn. Everyone however has been more then willing to help and welcoming. I am glad that I made the return.

Written By Gaspard

Aug. 7, 2022, 9:19 p.m.(2/27/1018 AR)

A battlefield I once knew well and fit, like a well masoned brick to complete a myriad of stonework. Flipped upside down upon my arrival to Arx. Having to adapt has been harder than I would like to admit.

Written By Gaspard

Aug. 7, 2022, 9:18 p.m.(2/27/1018 AR)

I find myself surrounded by many unfamiliar faces. Faces that I may have even known in another life, if I hadn't spent so much time on the battlefield.

Written By Faye

Aug. 7, 2022, 9:17 p.m.(2/27/1018 AR)

Relationship Note on Felicia

I miss my friend Felicia more than I can frame in words. Last night I poured two tumblers of whiskey, one for me and one for her. I just sat with her memory, her bravery and perseverance, her smile. As for the work she left unfinished, the rest of us will have to step into those traces, help pull the load.

Written By Lou

Aug. 7, 2022, 8:46 p.m.(2/27/1018 AR)

Relationship Note on Felicia

I don't have words right now, but I hope to have them soon. For now, I'll say the expected thing.

You will be missed, dear friend. The Explorers will celebrate your life as we have all others who have come before you. You were an unsung hero of the Compact that the Compact didn't know it needed.

I will write a ranting, rambling entry later that includes remembrances and exploits; maybe even some of the more unbelievable ones as well.

When words find me again.

Written By Vittorio

Aug. 7, 2022, 8:45 p.m.(2/27/1018 AR)

Note to self - continue to avoid hats. Clearly, my hair is most compelling feature.

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