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Written By Lucita

May 2, 2021, 8:12 p.m.(5/25/1015 AR)

Much gratitude is owed to the talented, skillful healers who cared for me while unconscious for days and tended to my wounds. Thank you, whoever you are. With me unconscious, no way to know.

Written By Felicia

May 2, 2021, 7:53 p.m.(5/25/1015 AR)

The many brave soldiers of the Compact once again showed their mettle on the field of battle.

Those lost will have tales of fine bravery with which to regale the Queen.

My condolences to the families of the fallen.

Written By Apollo

May 2, 2021, 7:34 p.m.(5/25/1015 AR)

Relationship Note on Giada

I spent the other day at the shrine, praying under the guidance of Blessed Giada. She did an admirable job with something very difficult, I think: transmuting our worry into purpose, providing scaffolding for our intention. And isn't that what the Faith is for, the Faith at its best?

The Dominus could have made no finer choice.

Written By Kiera

May 2, 2021, 7:33 p.m.(5/25/1015 AR)

Relationship Note on Aiden

You had said you wanted to fly
Oh that I truly were a dragon and could have tan you both among the clouds up away above the pain and suffering
Yet for brief moment we listen and our hearts leap
or a moment we laugh and our hearts soar % For a moment we dance and our hearts sing
I regret I did not know you better
But I shall picture your heart soaring as it returns to the wheel
And that it passes those of the ones you have lost
If such a thing is possible
And I will walk forward
And I will remember
And the dance continues

Written By Thea

May 2, 2021, 7:06 p.m.(5/25/1015 AR)

Relationship Note on Denica

Loyal friends. It's so nice when you don't have to ask twice. There's not even question. I'm more than elated you're back in the city, my friend. We have much to do!

Written By Sebastian

May 2, 2021, 6:53 p.m.(5/25/1015 AR)

I awoke, freshly full of nightmares filled with spine-chilling, dreadful screams, as if someone was protesting their very soul being torn from their body.

Needless to say my time unconscious was not, in my memory, restful.

Still, I am grateful to all the mercies and physicians whom I am told attended me while I was out. (And also frustrated at the same telling me I shouldn't leave my bed yet while the war continues. Jules is watching over me to make sure I comply.)

If you have written me, apparently I must wait to read it. My cousin Patrizio gifted one of my guard with a rubicund letter opener and "strict instructions about messengers", apparently. They also avoid my gaze when I ask what news, other than we were victorious at Pieros.

No word of Sangris, or Tremorus. I wished to be part of the spear of the Black Fleet, sailing to their aid, but instead I must rest, apparently.

Written By Raymesin

May 2, 2021, 6:41 p.m.(5/25/1015 AR)

I don't often get to comfort the grieving, Scholar. It's an honour when it happens, though - and it happened earlier today, and it'll happen a few more times in the next few weeks, I think.

I missed all the fun and excitement, partly because I've no place on board a ship and partly because someone had to stay home and guard the place while everyone else was off having fun. I wasn't needed, and that's both a good thing and a bad one. In some ways I wish all the preparations I've been making for months and years had been needed, but really I'm glad they weren't.


Written By Khanne

May 2, 2021, 6:41 p.m.(5/25/1015 AR)

Relationship Note on Volcica

Lady Volcica Stahlben.

Anyone who has a care to remember the names of those in Arx who are rather selfless, work to improve their houses, sacrifice for the good of the Compact, and all-around do great things. Lady Volcica Stahlben. She should be thanked and remembered for a number of reasons. But I have one very personal and important thing to be thankful for her presence for.

She saved my life at Pieros. I am sure of it.

You have my eternal appreciation, Volcica. I would be happy to have you nearby whatever adventures we might go on in the future. Thank you.

Written By Domonico

May 2, 2021, 6:26 p.m.(5/25/1015 AR)

The Bay of Pieros. Another naval engagement to add to those I have been engaged in. Possibly the most brutal I have seen but definitely the strangest too in regards happenings.

The Malvici, Magnotta and Saik ships and sailors performed their duties exceptionally and I feel honoured to have been in command of them, especially as how they kept formation and coherency through what became and increasingly turbulent and confusing engagement.

I only wish that so many did not have to die for this victory.

Written By Aleksei

May 2, 2021, 6:13 p.m.(5/25/1015 AR)

I'm alive! In case anyone was worried.

Written By Audgrim

May 2, 2021, 6:04 p.m.(5/25/1015 AR)

I was as prepared as I could be, going to Pieros. Crimson Blades is a damn fine mercenary band, and we did our jobs well.

What we were not prepared for were the trees - and I think we maybe should have been, considering.

Well, live and learn. The live part in particular is very important.

Written By Aindre

May 2, 2021, 5:06 p.m.(5/25/1015 AR)

I spoke with Princess Reese before the battle that took place on the plains of Pieros. Though she is the General of House Grayson's armies, a truly good General understands where they are needed the most on a battlefield and the best of them know when to lean into tradition and education and when to break from it for the greater good. That last part isn't always easy but it is known that we griffin-blooded nobles have done as much in the past even as often as we've fought to strengthen it against breaking. We are traditional. We also create tradition. With the General's blessing I was allowed to take command of Grayson's soldiers for the battle. I believe beyond question the Gods wanted her on that battlefield that day. It is hard to shine from a tent, through hastily scrawled messengers, through frantic reading of battle reports. Princess Reese Grayson is one of the most inspiring figures in the recent history of our Compact. She may go down as one of the most notable heroes in /all/ of the Compact's history, only time will tell. A figure for whom soldiers naturally will rally around without the barking of orders. She was where she needed to be. We both understood that. I could not be more proud of her bravery, for whatever that might mean to anyone reading this.

In the unfolding of battle it is hard to reflect on the lessons one should learn until time has been spent dwelling on them afterwards. When we are, in fact, fortuitous enough to live through such engagements and learn from them. It was an honor to stand around the wartable with the likes of Marquis Kael Keaton, Highlord Alis Valardin, Lady Tesha Telmar and Baroness Calla Vaevici. So too with my cousin Duke Michael Bisland and the Princess Bridget Pravus. Marquish Malesh Stonewood. I cannot forget the unshakeable presence of Grandmaster Preston of the Templar. I believe I learned a little from each of them and as I continue to recount the past and write it down and read it over again and again I have no doubt more lessons will be revealed to me. When you bear the heart of a warrior it is no easy feat to fight a battle through missives and banners and sounding horns. You always wish you could pick up a weapon and go out to save every single person you know will fall because they are following your commands. Surely it is this way with all wartime commanders, those forged in the flames or still being tempered.

The conflict with the Skal'dajan people was far from a rout. In the first half of it, I considered we might even need to sound a retreat and fall back though doing so would have surely cost us the Saffron Chain. It was a decision I felt prepared to make should the worst come to pass. So many on that battlefield fought, bled, died.. against slavers and worse still. So too did their commanders. When the command tent came under attack I could not find a strategic mind from among those spilled out of it and set into sudden disarray that did not earn commendation for their resilience in the face of adversity. How much harder is it to find yourself half-blinded as your wartime table and all your maps and your many reports of the chaos are scattered into the humid winds of the Saffron? It is impossibly hard, but even the impossible is not insurmountable for those who lead the Compact. It is our strength that we stand together and through our strength we persevered in Pieros. Should I have the chance to serve at the side of anyone who did not falter in that tent when it was ripped away from them and with it their wartime faculties, I will gladly do so again.

Written By Tanith

May 2, 2021, 4:33 p.m.(5/25/1015 AR)

My brothers are in one piece. Sort of. Bhodi lost his right arm, Proctor says he's in good spirits despite that. My mother was only hysterical for a moment, but Bhodi's lover is still a mess. Blaise is the one Proctor is worried about, though; even father sent a message. My little brother hasn't slept since the battle. I'll be checking in on him. I'm sure Emara will beat me to it.

Comforting the dying is something Harlequins do, a responsibility I've only just begun on the regular. While midwifery comes more naturally to me, the duty of comfort is not one I'm likely to shirk, not when I've Raymesin as such a good example.

[there's a splotch of ink on the page]

Scholar, did you break your quill? What kind of spasm was that?

-well certainly he comforts the dying. He's good at it. Why wouldn't he be? He's been at this much longer than I have, too.

Written By Valenzo

May 2, 2021, 4:19 p.m.(5/25/1015 AR)

Things are happening so fast. So fast that my head hasn’t stopped spinning since the day I returned to Arx. I might have kept other journal entries for those fancy scholars, if my journal wasn’t sitting at the bottom of Pieros Bay right now, along with every other secret, chart and log. Lost my damn rutter, too. All that work around the northwest coast, gone, along with the Terrapin and a few good members of my crew.

I went out looking for fame and fortune, found neither, and upon my arrival to the city, the good Lord Domonico assigns me second in command to the fleet. Looks like the Eurusians hate us, now. Or we hate them? I’m not sure, I was gone too long to keep up with all the current events. I was overwhelmed and flattered, but you know what they say about necessity. It was more a need for a hole to be filled than an offer made purely from the cockles of his heart.

Before I know what’s what, there I am, in the Terrapin, hundreds of ships on each side. I acted the brave warrior, but tell you the truth, I didn’t have a clue on what I was doing. I’ve played at war, sure. Played all the games of the tangible and intangible, swung that pendulum of potentiality. But war? Yeah, I had skirmishes back in my naval days. But nothing like this, really.

So I had to go and be some cocky hero out of some saga or legend, and now my ship is gone, along with Dietrich. Gods, I miss that old bastard as much as I miss his soup. What in the abyss do I know about cooking? And while we won the day on the sea, on the shore it wasn’t so much a victory, but wasn’t a loss, either. When you stare into the abyss, the abyss often stares back.

I came home, wanting to crawl in some wine sink in the Burroughs. I wanted Domonico to bellow and shout at me, tell me what a damned fool I was and how I jeopardised my entire crew because all of these dreamy notions of fame and glory that creep into my head. Domonico hasn’t seen the things I’ve seen or done the things I’ve done. But instead? I get promoted. Promoted!

Lord Domonico has asked me to captain a caravel, The Siccaro. Funny how I always dreamed of owning one, my own shallow drafted three-master in my dreams of trade and my own cocoa plantation. This isn’t the dream I wanted, and now I've been thrust into responsibility I didn’t seek. But by Skald, a caravel to pilot! I’ve learned enough about their construction and handling, but it's nothing like my old Terrapin. One mast is enough, now there's three, and thrice the crew to boot.

Of course, now there’s that other thing with Ev, too. Things are happening too fast! It was so easy being alone out there. Guess we all have to come home sometime.

Written By Klaus

May 2, 2021, 4:10 p.m.(5/25/1015 AR)

Relationship Note on Coraline

It is here! Finally it is here! Not in time for the battle and even then she would not have been combat ready, but my gift to my wife is finally here in the bay. I cannot wait to see her expression.

And get back my brown nut ale. Must not loose sight of the true goal here.

Written By Klaus

May 2, 2021, 4:08 p.m.(5/25/1015 AR)

Relationship Note on Mabelle

I hear my cousin was on a boat, and there was a giant beaver, and above all else my cousin lived.

I am supposed to be happy about this, yes? Perhaps so, though my stance on this might change the next time I meet her sharp tongue.

Written By Martino

May 2, 2021, 3:57 p.m.(5/25/1015 AR)

Upon returning to the city, visited the Black Fox on my way back to the House to find...

Unique art and tiny, colour shards of glass everywhere within my bedroom. Every.Where.

I must say that the attention to detail in the art is quite something but I am not sure it will be staying just where it is. Any takers?

Written By Giada

May 2, 2021, 3:54 p.m.(5/25/1015 AR)

It will be some time before I'm finished with the total losses. News comes in bits and pieces and I've yet to receive information on how they functioned under pressure. We're moving to Maelstrom soon, and I'll need to be there to receive faster reports. I don't have enough time to do everything perfectly, but I'll die trying.

Written By Lou

May 2, 2021, 2:52 p.m.(5/25/1015 AR)

I am pretty certain that I can never, in any world, look at cats the same ever again.

Written By Deva

May 2, 2021, 2:38 p.m.(5/25/1015 AR)

Under normal circumstances I'd probably be dead right now. What a way to make you reevaluate your life, right?

I am beyond grateful for the bravery of my friends Volcica, Khanne, and Tikva who helped my brother make sure I didn't end up bleeding out on Pieros. I don't remember a lot after I fell, and perhaps that's for the best. All my thanks to the healers who have spent countless hours tending to me and the other wounded. Jasper has informed me I have missed a lot while I was out cold, so here's a hearty 'hello' for those that came by to check on me. My heart goes out to those searching for loved ones that didn't make it back.

Finally, many apologies to those I startled when I woke up. It took me a while for my head to catch up with where I was. Sorry Gwenna, Alantir, Your Majesty. My bad.

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