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Written By Denica

Aug. 7, 2022, 12:03 a.m.(2/25/1018 AR)

Nothing can hold you back when love ignites you.

Written By Felicia

Aug. 6, 2022, 11:35 p.m.(2/25/1018 AR)

In event of my death:-

I don't care for white journals. Haven't for a long time. My thoughts are between me and Vellichor and that's how they're going to remain. But in event of my death, there's a few things that those poor few of you who care what I think should know.

Fight. Fight for what is right with all that you have, and all that you are. Choose Gloria, not cowardice. Choose Limerance, not fear. There are things more marvellous and terrible in this world than most can imagine, or will see. We don't remember the heroes of the past for their pragmatic choices. The safe choices. The smart choices. We remember them for the times where they decided that Abyss be damned and to do it anyways.

It's those last choices, that will make the Dream remember you. That will entertain the Mother of Beginnings and Queen of Endings when you return to Her. So that the threads of your current lives may be taken to weave future lives. There's no point to fearing Death, She will come for us all in our time, but when you return to the Shining Lands let it be with a tale to make Her smile.

So do not weep. Do not rage. Drink. Be merry. Share tales of your adventures and mine, and for the love of the gods, let me sleep!

Felicia Harrow
Scion of House Harrow
First Among the Unchained

Written By Thea

Aug. 6, 2022, 5:05 p.m.(2/25/1018 AR)

2 out of 2. I can finally relax....A touch. It doesn't help the anger I feel, boiling at the surface.

Written By Martino

Aug. 6, 2022, 5:50 a.m.(2/24/1018 AR)

Those dreams that are vivid, prophetic almost, linger with you for days after. Repeating themselves in thoughts and unable to be drowned out.

Written By Medeia

Aug. 5, 2022, 6:59 p.m.(2/23/1018 AR)

I have been to battle, before. I have fought, and I have tended the wounds after, and I have seen bodies laid to rest when necessary. None of it prepared me for what we faced at Redreef Shores. I could make excuses - any of us could. But the truth is this: Those who follow Dagon, and Ivan before him, feel empowered to brutality by their cause.

We have seen this time and again over the last few years. They claim love of the gods but dishonorably attacked our capitol and slaughtered the dominus. They aided foreign armies devoted to slavery against us at Pieros. They did not relent in their attack to spare the Mercies. The losses suffered at Redreef Shores were gutwrenching. I may never forgive myself for foolishly encouraging Eswynder warriors to continue to defend that beach against Nightcove. Hundreds of lives were lost. Hundreds more will grieve those losses.

And I will be haunted by the memory of bodies left broken on land. The only way I can think to begin to make right what was done is to ensure that every survivor that was taken as a thrall is released from the traitors' grasp.

We must not let them burn everything in their path.

Written By Tesha

Aug. 5, 2022, 3:55 p.m.(2/23/1018 AR)

I have spent my life wishing upon stars and telling my secrets to the moon.

...So if you ever feel lost or in need of a friend, look to the night sky. It knows you well.

Written By Ripley

Aug. 5, 2022, 1:40 p.m.(2/23/1018 AR)

Winter's been cold. Toad and I have been holed up in the shop where it's warmer. Much warmer. Or I trudge home and hole up there. All the snow. Toad still has the boots from Princess Keely and I put them on him to protect his paws. He wears my Caprice's scarf too because he gets so cold. Or well, he thinks he gets cold. I think Toad just likes wearing the boots and the scarf.

I haven't been making much. Nothings coming to me. I'm not down in the dark I'm just... not in the dark. So instead of giving all my materials away and throwing them in the street like I have in the past, I gave all my silver to the crown council. They can use it to help with this winter and those in need in the lowers. My people. I can make more. I've already made more again. I always make more.

Written By Caspian

Aug. 5, 2022, 10:43 a.m.(2/22/1018 AR)

im so thankful that lady medeia was returned safely! with all the death and sorrow this war leaves in its wake, its good to find the moments we can truly celebrate and be happy!

Written By Savio

Aug. 5, 2022, 10:08 a.m.(2/22/1018 AR)

I have talked for so long about the need for balance, and understood it, meant it with all my heart. And even so, it has taken me years now to understand and to face balance within my own self, and to begin believing that I am to some degree deserving of it, difficult though it may be.

Written By Tyrus

Aug. 5, 2022, 9:50 a.m.(2/22/1018 AR)

I have chosen to paint again. Yet as I look upon my previous work with eyes that have not seen them for the last three years, I am moved by the temptation to destroy many of them and create something better. Some truths lose their subtleties when exposed under garish light, and I find there is a lack of purpose in some of these pieces that do not sit well with me.

To destroy the work of the man I was then, or to preserve it and expose the change from the man I am now? These paintings shall not be seen until I have answered that question.

Written By Tyrus

Aug. 5, 2022, 9:33 a.m.(2/22/1018 AR)

Relationship Note on Aureth

A chance encounter with the Dominus of the Faith led to my being inspired by his example, mainly to consider my relationship to the Gods of the Pantheon, and in so doing, better understand them and myself.

It is an exercise that will take time, for while answers easily leap to mind for some of the Gods, they often change as I consider them for longer, until they're revealed to be but just a small aspect of the whole answer.

I can understand the ascetic seeking distance from the distractions of the mundane world to focus entirely upon finding these answers. Yet I believe that in doing so, in cutting off the rest of the world in all its complexity, one loses much of the complexity associated to the Gods and the many ways they've shaped our world and the people that fill it.

Then again, I am no Godsworn, nor a devotee who could claim having spent years studying theology. Merely a man musing over entities by far his greater, wondering at their mysteries.

Written By Medeia

Aug. 5, 2022, 5:23 a.m.(2/22/1018 AR)

I have learned that a great number of people from across the Compact - from the commonborn to royalty - were concerned about my safety in the wake of my capture at Redreef Shores. At the time of this writing, I am aboard the caravel of Prince Tyrus Thrax, with the intention of having this journal submitted to the whites upon my arrival in Arx.

I am safe. I am grateful to be returning to my children. There is more to say, but those words will come later.

Written By Tesha

Aug. 4, 2022, 11:22 p.m.(2/21/1018 AR)

One of these days I will go to a ball and I will dance. It will be a positive change for me.

Written By Mailys

Aug. 4, 2022, 10:03 p.m.(2/21/1018 AR)

Stay up for too many nights in a row, and you start writing delirious bits of whimsy to leave for your more sober, late-afternoon self. How thoughtful.

Meeting a new cat
Makes my shadow less real
Until they talk back

Written By Evelynn

Aug. 4, 2022, 3:35 p.m.(2/21/1018 AR)

I feel a certain comfort in knowing that everyone is always lying to me about -something-. No exceptions.

Written By Savio

Aug. 4, 2022, 11:38 a.m.(2/20/1018 AR)

I have compiled most of the white journal poems I have published here over the last four years into a pair of books. If you are for some reason interested in having a copy of this, please let me know, and I will send them.

While the previously-unpublished works of the same time period do exist as well, it would be safe to say there are a number of good reasons why they never saw the light of day.

Written By Lucita

Aug. 4, 2022, 11:18 a.m.(2/20/1018 AR)

My mind needed a break from all the turmoil and the puzzling over the riddles that have presented themselves lately. I spent a few days enjoying the gardens and library at the Golden Hart then retreated to my music room to compose an instrumental piece and a dance to accompany it. If I manage to polish it up in time, will display it at the Bard's College winter concert.

Written By Tesha

Aug. 3, 2022, 10:19 p.m.(2/19/1018 AR)

We had a wonderful turn out for the Winter Gauntlet this year. Master Caspian took first prize, Lord Edris took second and Mistress Raven took third. Dame Felicia, Lord Kritr and Marquessa Dominique all had good showings as well. Everyone that participated ran well though. I can't wait until the Spring so that we can run the next.

Written By Haakon

Aug. 3, 2022, 6:43 p.m.(2/19/1018 AR)

It finally landed what the nonsense about Dagon wanting the Thrax sword reminded me of.

It's the spoiled pissant child who wagers a favorite toy that he can beat another child, and not only loses, but gets crushed and has to hand over the toy. Most childer would learn from that and not repeat the blunder.

But spoiled little shits like Dagon go crying back to their fathers, who come marching over to demand that the toy be given back.

I don't fault Anders fucking Nightcove for making the speech, he's invested too much in Dagon by now, and in my metaphor, Dagon is the worthless son he's stuck with and needs to make the best of, so he must embarrass himself in public so his spoiled little shit of a son doesn't pout.

Written By Giada

Aug. 3, 2022, 12:14 p.m.(2/19/1018 AR)

I'm told I need to rest, that my body has stopped keeping up my mind. And yet, there's so much to do; I have promises to keep and duties that only I can fulfill. How could I neglect my service to the gods?

It is stubbornnes and an abhorance of mental stagnation that grips me. The answer to my question can only be found in Reflection, and so I am forced to rest anyway. At least I still have some projects to stave off the worst.

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