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Written By Ophelia

Sept. 16, 2020, 8:19 a.m.(1/13/1014 AR)

Relationship Note on Luca

I bet you're either shaking your head or laughing to the point of tears. Maybe both!

Yeah. Probably both. I love you.

Written By Vitalis

Sept. 16, 2020, 3:08 a.m.(1/13/1014 AR)

Relationship Note on Piccola

This couple were clearly not Lycene.

Written By Alarissa

Sept. 15, 2020, 9:15 p.m.(1/12/1014 AR)

The days pass, easily enough. Despite the snow. Another year comes and goes and I found myself quietly celebrating my thirtieth birthday in the estate, with my husband and our children. A quiet evening within the confines of the atrium and unwrapping yet another... interesting arm designed by Astrid. This one with fabrics all tied in knots around more wood. Who is helping her with these, I do not know. But without doubt, I shall have to wear it at some point.

Future jewelry designer, she will not be.

Snow gathers on the lips of the frames in the atrium and I find myself sitting quietly there and looking up. Watching.

Written By Esme

Sept. 15, 2020, 8:01 p.m.(1/12/1014 AR)

Relationship Note on Piccola

My Dearest General

I know that you did not ask, but I feel that I would like to give my thoughts on marriage as well. I cannot speak to the rightness or the wrongness of these feelings and thoughts. For I would not wish to shackle you to a path that was not meant to be yours. Instead, I would rather praise that you know where to put your steps and your footfalls.

Marriage is the greatest act of fidelity that a person can offer. I do not speak of fidelity as in the marriage bed, but in the honor and the oaths of the realms and our lives. So then, do we raise up these choices of honor in reverence. Limerance is a God of Concepts. This means it is hard to touch the cornerstones of what makes up those that follow him and some lack a physical context. For how do you hug a concept?

I have said that marriage is a sacrifice. It is not that I think that sacrifice is one that shackles or that you must lose yourself or your identity. I believe it is a courageous sacrifice. To know that you are willing to put the future before the present. That you are willing to take what comes with the oaths and honor of a hero facing what it must. That you do so with your head high and you know what you are placing to the side to do this.

Love is not marriage. I believe deeply in love and it has touched my life. I have been rendered to the highest wings that one could fly and dropped to the depths so low that my heart felt like it would no longer beat. Still, the sun came up. On both times. Still the moment faded. It was not the same as it was when in that moment we felt the heady embrace of it's siren call. Love is but a moment. That moment could be a few seconds, a few days, a few months, or years, but it is always fading. It is always momentary. It does not mean that it is not as real a concept as any concept that exists. We adore it and praise it for the rarity of it. For the rare moments that can create it, and the easy ability that it can be shattered.

Marriage is the morning rising. It is the sun that comes up no matter what the night before brought to you. It is the constant. It is embracing that you are to stand to your ideals, your oaths, your fidelity of honor. It is to take your oaths not to faith but to future. To honor the lands you are part of. To craft a legacy that is to be remembered. It is steady. It is the life breath that is needed to continue. It is a way to mend a wrong. It is a way to create a new. It is an honor. It is to stand true when all other things and people have faded. It is to be written upon the shrine scrolls of what was and what is. It is a concept come to life. It is where we can point to the concepts we try to explain. We can see concepts in mortal form as they unite and form something lasting.

For all my words, I have a summary. Love is fleeting and emotional. It inspires. It surrenders. Marriage is constant. It is strength. It is will. It is fidelity. It is oath. It is honor.

Written By Valdemar

Sept. 15, 2020, 7:36 p.m.(1/12/1014 AR)

If you live in a society with others, compromise becomes necessary. Not everyone can have everything that they want, so in order for there to be peace, some must sacrifice some of the things they want, whether you're speaking of comfort, traditions, certain freedoms or anything else one might be asked to give up. Marriage is a part of this society, and thus compromise might well be necessary when going into one, whether on the parts of the husband and wife, or in the case of noble matches, on the parts of their houses. But even if you don't marry, compromise will become necessary if you wish to remain a part of society. If you've avoided it thus far, I congratulate you on your good luck.

Written By Medeia

Sept. 15, 2020, 5:45 p.m.(1/12/1014 AR)

We all have our stories. The ones we tell so others might glean some idea of who we are. Not just by name or station, but by deed and heart. Sometimes those stories are embellished or muddied by the passage of time. Others, those stories are outright lies. I wonder, does the outright lie matter less if it is meant to protect you - or others? Or if the lie is told for you and you simply repeat it?

Don't let other people write your story. They'll get it wrong, and you'll lose precious time not knowing your own heart.

Written By Gerrick

Sept. 15, 2020, 4:44 p.m.(1/12/1014 AR)

The Hopeless Dancer.

My mother would tell me the story of how my father, the mythical creature, used this sword to defend our home. The sword came from his father, and their father before them, and so on. Each generation would add something to the sword. It was getting to the point, where I would have to go talk with the smith in town to find out the history of the sword, and if in fact it came from my father.

Alas, the smith would never tell me who used the sword last. Though I would confirm that it was past down through my family. And each of his family or apprentices knew of the sword, as they would make adjustments to it over the years.

It was tradition. When the sword is yours, you adjust it to your needs.

This meant that what started as a single blade set off center of the hilt with a second fuller blade on the other side, then became two separate blades coming off of the hilt at even points, then a sharp block was added to come off of the hilt on the top of the blade, and further added and adjusted by myself to add a blood channel on the lower blade with a swoop at the hilt to push blood and remains away from the user.

The fact that I let my guard down and allowed my wary body to sleep on the ground before entering the city, and the sword has gone missing… Only makes me angry, and I can feel my ancestors questioning my motives.

Though, with all of the additions to the sword. Perhaps it was time to start anew, as I have no one to pass it on to. Or, maybe it is time to fully retire. The last time I let my guard down, I earned my scar, the very one that nearly killed me. …

Written By Jael

Sept. 15, 2020, 2:58 p.m.(1/12/1014 AR)

Relationship Note on Nicia

It did not occur to me that Jonathan and Cassander would end up being so close in age. Pregnancy does tend to narrow one’s focus, I find.

I’m glad they will grow up together, and if Cassander ends up setting an example for Jonathan...I’m sorry.

Written By Piccola

Sept. 15, 2020, 1:16 p.m.(1/12/1014 AR)

Relationship Note on Iseulet

I appreciate your thoughts on the matter.

If marriage requires compromise, it is perhaps not for me. I have been told that compromise is an adjustment of conflicting interests as gives each adversary the satisfaction of thinking she has got what she ought not to have, and is deprived of nothing except what was justly his due. If so, I believe I've neither the authority to demand from someone what I ought not have nor to the temerity withhold from another what is justly theirs.

I wish you nothing but joy in discovering that which I have neither the time nor the inclination to seek.

Written By Gerrick

Sept. 15, 2020, 12:45 p.m.(1/12/1014 AR)

Lady Caprice has agreed to take me on as student, so that I can learn more than simply darning socks. I fear that the lady does not know of the headache that she has agreed to.

Mother taught me enough, so that I could fix my own clothing when the state changed from wearable to don't let company see you in that. Though, we never had matching threads, and thus, all of my clothing has become over the years more patchwork that original design.

I look forward to the lessons.

Written By Cirdan

Sept. 15, 2020, 8:05 a.m.(1/11/1014 AR)

I like winter as much as I like summer, and I do like summer.

I also do not have enough to write on and on about the subject of this seasonal rivalry. Carry on!

Written By Iseulet

Sept. 15, 2020, 6:33 a.m.(1/11/1014 AR)

Relationship Note on Piccola

Why didn't they try standing up? Or hanging upside down? There are more than two. Maybe someone should write a book on this to prevent future foibles such as this.

I think marriage is also about compromise. Apparently also about creativity.

As a personal note I look forward to the day when I find a suitable match. Marriage is about so much more than what you've boiled it down to.

Perhaps I'm romanticizing it too much? Maybe because I've chased it for too long. I guess you always want what you can't have.

No, we don't know each other at all but... well... having so much time on my hands I often spend it reading random whites to catch up on my gossip. Thank you for such a thought provoking entry.

Written By Sydney

Sept. 15, 2020, 1:15 a.m.(1/11/1014 AR)

There are few pains fiercer than the self-inflicted.

I can stand in a ring and go toe-to-toe with someone and hardly bat an eyelash until I'm kissing dust, but getting a splinter underneath my toe nail made me howl. Haven't done that in a spell. I hope it doesn't fester.

Written By Cassandra

Sept. 14, 2020, 11:39 p.m.(1/10/1014 AR)

I find myself sitting in my office and wondering -- should I make changes. I have decided that I should. Not exactly to the base of the room. I adore different suits of armor and weapons that are on display here. Oddly, it makes me feel safe, knowing I am surrounded by weapons and armor from past and present. I have placed my father's sword upon these weapons.

Which I guess begs the question of why am I not using Mercy, but instead using Chivalry's Point. Chivalry's Point was made for me. I feel a closeness to it. And it is my sword. I thought, when I first got Mercy, that I wanted to use it as my main weapon. But then I realized that using his sword... it means that I am still in his shadow. And I need to stand on my own. But I will always cherish Mercy and it holds a special place on my wall and my heart.

Back to the changes. I have asked Dame Felicia Harrow to create me a stained glass window for each of the Triad that I serve as Legate. It will require removing some of the stone of the office, so it clearly is not something to be done until the warmer weather returns, but I am excited about it.

Another thing I am excited about is replacing my hodge-podge of furniture to something more uniform. I have seen the preliminary sketches from Goodwoman Orchid Champagne and I am really looking forward to the final product. She is truly blessed by Jayus and I can't wait to show off her designs.

Written By Strozza

Sept. 14, 2020, 10:57 p.m.(1/10/1014 AR)

Relationship Note on Alessia

Lessididdilidumpkipoo

Written By Piccola

Sept. 14, 2020, 7:33 p.m.(1/10/1014 AR)

I spoke the other night on marriage; I speak now again on the same.

I am reminded of a fable from my youth. Once, there was a man who said 'it is not good for a man to be alone,' and so he found himself a woman that was his equal. After they decided to marry, she told him, plainly, 'I will not lie below,' and he said, 'I will not lie beneath'. She told him angrily, 'but we are equal', and to her he said, 'I am stronger; you yield to my rod; so I am the superior one'. On and on they went until the woman stormed away, but in his anger the man took up his sword and stabbed her. And so she died without resentment or regret, and he passed away alone.

The curse which lies upon marriage is that too often the individuals are joined in their weakness rather than in their strength. Too often, they ask from each other instead of finding pleasure in giving. It is even more deceptive to dream of gaining through the child a plenitude, a warmth, a value, which one is unable to create for oneself, for the child brings joy only to the woman who is capable of disinterestedly desiring the happiness of another, to one who without being wrapped up in self seeks to transcend her own existence.

So it is that marriage, as a community of interests, means the degradation of the interested parties. It is the perfidy of the world's arrangements that no one, even if aware of it, can escape such degradation. Marriage is used to seal an alliance because those who enter it expect to subordinate their freedom to a custom which, being witnessed and celebrated, is seen instead as a joyous shackling to an endless endeavor. In a society of the free, it is a necessary and bold sacrifice to accept a permanent injury in the name of society.

This is why we celebrate when love precedes or follows marriage. Though love is scorned as a precursor to marriage, there is no doubt that the fascination the Peerage has with the poetry and songs of love arises from a seemingly-unconscious recognition of the thankless labor that arises from marriage. And while many of the Peerage have been led into perdition in the desperate pursuit of feeling within our shackles, there is not a doubt in my mind that love, however defined, ought to be praised in hope or tolerated in silence.

I find talks on war far less horrific than discussions on marriage.

Written By Emberly

Sept. 14, 2020, 3:49 p.m.(1/10/1014 AR)

Arx is so large it is rather daunting.
It is so easy to become lost, even when one is found.

The complexities behind finding Silver, and then Haggler, then Tailor for a party were steps that were daunting. One never means to be one that incurs debt. I am sure I will pay it all off.

Thank you to all my friends who have helped me on this fashion emergency.

Written By Macda

Sept. 14, 2020, 11:31 a.m.(1/9/1014 AR)

Relationship Note on Talwyn

Flashback.

Summary: The green snow had been disorienting. Macda had found herself outside- wandering- in soaked slippers, a soaked-through jumper, and a blanket that was collecting the infected ice crystals. Time had passed and alls he remembers doing was drinking. Lots of drinking and talking. And her hands hurt- but they always did. Good thing she had been so battered in recent days, she still had her aeterna healing wraps to cover the aching fingers and some more for her forearm. She prayed for the blessing that was Andry, at some point during the Tattooing "event" that swept over some of Arx's Faithful. If not for his demanding and then carrying of her to the Mercies, she would be much worse off; beyond the need for the ribbons. She had grown to consider the feelings of the Bayweathers, both men had been good to her beyond reason. They were indescribably good priests, with their different perceptions and yet unwavering faith to what they believe is right. So Andry's possible disappointment and potential chastisement weighed heavily on her as she returned home missing Thistleton, her shoes, the coat Talwyn gave her.

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Talwyn - where have you gone?

Written By Esme

Sept. 14, 2020, 10:33 a.m.(1/9/1014 AR)

I have never enjoyed being cold. I like the warmth. I like the chill on the air, but never truly the deep cold that comes in winter. I have already started bundling myself to the yearly waddling mess I make of myself. I'm sure I've doubled my weight in warmth. However, even I cannot deny the sheer beauty of the snow around me. The silence that it offers. I have found myself when I arise in my own suites that I open the windows and just feel the cold silence. Birds are quiet. Life is quiet. I find these my moments of quiet thoughts and sometimes forget that I am wrapping myself in cold until Joy comes to speak to me; telling me that my lips are blue.

Lately, I have allowed myself to travel down paths I should not. I have allowed myself the what if game. What if I had married the person of the North when asked? It was years ago now and I adore him as my friend, but what would we have been at this season. Would I have come to embrace the cold? Would I be a colder person for what our relationship would end up becoming? It is not that I hoped to follow this path, but the cold brings reflection. Maybe because I know it is an ending of a year and in someways a chapter.

I have found myself stepping away from people and events. It is not that I adore people less it is that I have been losing myself in books and studying. Things it is not 'proper' to discuss sometimes. However, I have spent so much time that I have conquered as far as my learning can go in the occult. I remember opening my first book with fear. Terrified that I would somehow be pulled into a place of dark things and dark souls. That I would lose everything I knew for this knowledge. I remember learning my first things and finding the awe behind it. Then delving deeper and deeper to the understanding around us and how my individual mind crafted it and took it to be; not to say it was right. Where I found a voice in matters that I had been silenced on in the past. It was enlightening. Strange to say that one has found light in things of the dark.

I have found myself evaluating the people around me. There are people that I called friends. Great friends. The best of friends. Some have passed. Some never write. Some never reach back out and I find that I miss them. I miss the sounds of laughter, the whispers that would be said around others, our private jokes, and the knowledge I could say anything to them. Also, the honor of knowing things about them that others did not. I miss seeing so much amazing delights that they had, they did not even realize. To tell people. I miss these things. I am not bitter that our paths no longer intertwine and that messengers have fallen silent, for I'm happy for all their happiness. I know it is not just one sided. I have dropped my own missives as more and more came to my plate or in my quest for understanding.

I think that is one of the real reasons that I have turned from the cold and prefer the warmth. In the warmth, your body might be stripped down in clothing for that blissful heat - but it seems more can be pushed aside. In the cold, your physical body is covered away, but your mind becomes sharper with each slice of wind. In the silence that snow crafts a blanket, it allows you deep moments with your thoughts and reflections of your life.

Perhaps I am just at the brink of change and decision. A winter before the spring of evolution. I have decisions to make after the snows have thawed. Paths I have to decide to walk. People that will come. People that will go. I'm most curious though who I'm going to emerge to be. I had thought I was so convinced on who I was as a person, as a path, and the contentment in it. Now, I am not so sure of anything besides the step I take in the moment. Do I leave behind the images of my footfalls or does it fill in so quickly that there is no trace of where I walked before this moment?

Written By Gwenna

Sept. 14, 2020, 8:57 a.m.(1/9/1014 AR)

Relationship Note on Michael

None of my expensive slippers seem safe from Stompy. You, indeed, trained him well.

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