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Written By Valencia

Oct. 17, 2021, 6:39 p.m.(5/25/1016 AR)

A life worth living is often marked with ups and downs. Good and bad. Joys and pains.

Such things remind us of the treasures we have held and hope to hold again.

I think it is fair to say that most of us have enjoyed bright moments and endured the darkest of days. And, though I am grateful for my life and have been very blessed in many fine ways, it would false of me to say that there have not indeed been times when I have questioned it all.

The lovely thing is that as we grow wiser though our experiences, and as much as we all wish for good luck, love or happiness for ourselves, we discover that there is something so beautiful in seeing these things finding their way to others as well. Especially for those who through their good hearts and deeds deserve to be gifted with such excellent things.

It gladdens my heart when good things happen to good people. If only to know that it can still happen in this wild and unpredictable world.


Written By Zakhar

Oct. 17, 2021, 6:33 p.m.(5/25/1016 AR)

Fine. It was allergies.
I wish the Lords Savio and Orland Amadeo a prosper future within their houses. And if they should need some sagely advice, they know where to find it.

Written By Martino

Oct. 17, 2021, 3:32 p.m.(5/25/1016 AR)

My fairest eldest, Arsenia, is starting to be more brave in her... outbursts.

She is certainly creating and forming her own little personality of being a ferocious terror. But when those wide ice-blue eyes of hers glance up to me? How can I tell her off really?

She knows how to walk over me already.

Written By Cassiopeia

Oct. 17, 2021, 3:30 p.m.(5/25/1016 AR)

There is nothing that makes me happier than to see happiness in others. That is something worth protecting. Those moments of hope and joy. May we revel in them and may we celebrate them. May we remember them when the day gets dark and the wind howls and brings the rains crashing down. For if we lose sight of them? We've chose to be blind.

Written By Natasha

Oct. 17, 2021, 1:57 p.m.(5/24/1016 AR)

I have had enough meetings this week, and several with my own family members, to warrant the conclusion as to how much still needs to be done, and longer term plans to help ensure the stability of House Thrax long after I am dust.

I remain heartened to see the activity and eagerness in my cousins, Prince Jasher and Princess Denica, as they push forward with their various projects and aims. I was glad to see the both of them returned to Arx a few months past, and even more, still, that they would integrate themselves so seamlessly in various endeavors. It was also a joy and relief to see another cousin, Prince Galen, more often in the last few weeks than I have the entirety of my life, and how effortless he remains in engaging others with his charm and stories. Watching him interact with my husband, and how well they have taken to one another, has been one of my quieter pleasures in the last month.

Our new guildmaster of the Crafters Guild, Messere Caprice Artiglio, continues to be an inspirational light amidst so much tension, chaos and disaster, and I look forward to witnessing what other magnificence she creates and encourages in the Compact.

Written By Monique

Oct. 17, 2021, 12:40 p.m.(5/24/1016 AR)

Every night since my return I have dreamed the same dream. I stand on a deserted island off the coast of the Dune Kingdoms surrounded by an ocean of change. It is twilight in this dream of mine and as the soft glow of the sun sinking below the horizon deepens to dark night the island begins to shrink. I look up as the sand starts to slide my resisting feet toward the water and I see the midnight moon where I wish to be cradled. But it is so far away now, out of reach and all I have left in the dream is me. I am my own savior. I know the only way off is to dive in.

And then I wake.

Written By Mabelle

Oct. 17, 2021, 11:55 a.m.(5/24/1016 AR)

Relationship Note on Klaus

I was not done.

Written By Kiera

Oct. 17, 2021, 10:51 a.m.(5/24/1016 AR)

Some social gatherings are lavishly planned affairs while others are simply chance meetings. The latter are no less precioud. I met Lord Tatus Vaveci, messereo theophania desmaris, lady temira eswynd and my dear friend mattheu rivenshari in the market for some pleasant conversation. turns out Temira wants a mastiff pup. I have a beautiful little boy waiting for her.

Written By Cesare

Oct. 17, 2021, 10:43 a.m.(5/24/1016 AR)

I was delighted to see how well-attended the wedding of my dear friends Lords Savio and Orland Amadeo was yesterday. I've said several times recently that I am perfectly capable of seeing foible and folly even in those I hold dear - I must be, to be a competent and useful Whisper - but I truly believe that, despite the tumult surrounding its announcement, this match will bring stability and prosperity to Bravura. Listening to the well-considered responses given in response to Archlector Giada by the newlyweds as they stood solemnly before the altar, I was struck both by how very different they were, each of them, in that moment, from the men I met a year ago; and by how keenly they considered their duty to each other, to the Compact, and to the people who will call them liege.

Of course, not every citizen of Bravura was present to hear those vows. Certainly the citizens of Bravura do not know the trials that Lord Orland and Lord Savio have endured in their short lives. They could not know how much these two have sacrificed, struggled, and stood steadfast to stand before the Gods yesterday. But soon they will know how dedicated these lords are to each other and to improving the lives of their people. I sincerely believe that.

Perhaps this seems overly hopeful, in reading it back; but I cannot help it. I am, by nature, a hopeful person.

Written By Kiera

Oct. 17, 2021, 10:42 a.m.(5/24/1016 AR)

speaking of love, i arrived at the great cathedral just in time to hear orland and savio recite their vows to one another. They were heartfelt and very moving. the reception was lovely too with a gorgeous cake designed by Messere Tanith. Best of luck to the new couple. May the joy of the rest of their lives equal that of their wedding day.

Written By Mabelle

Oct. 17, 2021, 10:40 a.m.(5/24/1016 AR)

'Sorry’ is hard to express,
Especially if it's not what you mean,
Because shallow apologies are like worn out silk that has already lost its sheen.

‘Sorry’ is a difficult word,
Yet carries a heavy weight,
Heavier when meaningless certainly, you can drop yours in the ocean in a crate.

‘Sorry’ is a useful tool,
Though there’s uncertainty at your aim,
Since pointless needling is quite overdue and it's becoming rather lame.

‘Sorry’ is a word you keep using,
It matters not if for a lover or a wife,
Just keep all your ‘sorries’ because you’re giving me the worst headache of my life.

Written By Kiera

Oct. 17, 2021, 10:33 a.m.(5/24/1016 AR)

It was a week full of social gatherings. I attended the gathering held by House rivenshari, a place filled with the bustle of activity, music and children's laughter, Many of the songs and stories shared were about love which was appropropriate for a house filled with it. I could not think of a better way to spend an evening.

Written By Bianca

Oct. 17, 2021, 2:26 a.m.(5/24/1016 AR)

I find my dreams plagued of late and so I pray more, I pray with fervor because that is where I find my solace. Under the watchful gaze of the Gods, after I have exhausted myself with prayer, do I find what little uninterrupted rest I may claim. And I am grateful for it.

Written By Denica

Oct. 17, 2021, 2:04 a.m.(5/23/1016 AR)

I love the unexpected. I love the little details that re-write a story.

Tonight as I plunged feet first into the Bay of Thrax, I realized another year for me has past!

And what a year it's been. (smudge)

I danced. I laughed. I cried. I raged. I ran. I climbed. I fought. I fell. I was me.

I learnt that there's always someone. Someone to smile on a sad day. A ray of sun in a storm. That calm. That thing worth fighting for.

But sometimes the storms are the best part. Wind in my hair. That's art.

It's not all sunshine and roses. It's the hard times that draw those beautiful lines across our faces. It's the hurt that forces us to grow. To walk through the fire and see who we are. To live is truth.

So, another year coming. No sense in asking for anything more or less than what I deserve.

Written By Narcissa

Oct. 17, 2021, 1:03 a.m.(5/23/1016 AR)

Raven's caw severs anchoring stone,
Eyes weep sanguine rivulet.
Gray flesh turns ivory to atone,
Her verse seals it in tourniquet.

Written By Thea

Oct. 16, 2021, 10:34 p.m.(5/23/1016 AR)

The rain. I've had a great many experiences in the rain. Some good, some bad. But the one thing that remains is the feeling. Is it wet? Sure. But the feeling of starting over, the newness it brings? It feels amazing on the skin. And the smell? The smell is something that reminds you too that the earth too is fresh. I don't know, I've always enjoyed the rain. Such an enjoyable feeling.

Written By Rosalind

Oct. 16, 2021, 10:14 p.m.(5/23/1016 AR)

I'm feeling a family dinner soon. I hope Aella is lis--I mean reading this!

Written By Rosalind

Oct. 16, 2021, 10:03 p.m.(5/23/1016 AR)

I've been doing a lot of camping and things, now that I've been feeling better. I've missed the feeling of the sun on my face. Who am I kidding, I miss a lot of things!

Written By Rosalind

Oct. 16, 2021, 9:48 p.m.(5/23/1016 AR)

Hi brother!

Another birthday of ours came and went. And I know you were likely drinking at the tavern or whatever. But I just want to tell you I love you and I miss you! And happy birthday! Because you know, you'll have to come to the city someday!

Written By Tanith

Oct. 16, 2021, 8:33 p.m.(5/23/1016 AR)

Wedding invitations are always a good reason to shake out a dress. When there's drink and cake to be had after? Oof, don't have to tell me twice. And it's a cake I made too, well received, I'm happy to note. Even with business stealing my husband away, it was a very, very good day.

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