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Written By Qadira

Jan. 21, 2020, 8:50 p.m.(8.31481357473545/11.629560185185184/1012.6095677978947 AR)

It's strange, to be noticed. If I could go back and speak to myself, younger and more foolish, committed to a life none would ever choose, what choices would I have made then, I wonder? She'd have claimed to live by her wits, that nameless girl, to be a survivor at any cost. But what a cost. She was less than the nobody that first arrived in this city. Now she hears her name upon the lips of a handful of strangers, words that encourage direction and passion. Words that compel her to reach for the stars, where the gods themselves reside. To fight, to evolve, to change for the better with each passing day.

Stagnation is no way to be. A lifetime of spite, and furor, and all she had to show for it were the scars on her back.

Those scars empower ME now; I will keep them covered because they belong to a past that was ill-judged and brashly preserved, but they are covered in a finery she never knew. There's a blade in my hand, and the iron in my blood has become steel. My foundation remains the same, but with each brick laid a tower climbs skyward. It seems there's worth in other souls, after all, in their capacity to reinforce that teetering brickwork. In time I will name them, but for now that is the least I can do for myself. My name is Qadira Thorne, and into this rising monument I plant a flag.

One foot in front of the other, one more day survived, has become a race to the finish. This isn't her fight any more. It's mine, and by that name I'll win it. This is strength, this is power, and it is mine where it was never hers. To those that watch and listen, I am grateful.

Keep watching, and see me soar.

Keep listening, and hear my roar.

Written By Roran

Jan. 21, 2020, 8 p.m.(8.312341683201058/11.491134259259258/1012.6093618069334 AR)

What has been the most profound moment of change in your life? How did it impact you?

Written By Delilah

Jan. 21, 2020, 4:50 p.m.(8.302898892195767/10.962337962962962/1012.608574907683 AR)

All my better demons
Went the way they came.

-- Falling Leaves on a Summer Night

Written By Tyrus

Jan. 21, 2020, 4:03 p.m.(8.30056712962963/10.831759259259258/1012.6083805941358 AR)

The greatest of any generation. I always hope they're mistaken when they say such things of someone who has passed on. That this only serves as motivation for future souls to surpass them. For it would be a sad thing to uncover that there lies the limit, the best anyone can ever be. And that this best... wasn't enough.

To those that come after, whenever you encounter one who has been deemed the best there ever will be? Prove us wrong.

Written By Vanora

Jan. 21, 2020, 3:01 p.m.(8.297521908068784/10.661226851851854/1012.6081268256723 AR)

Relationship Note on Jaenelle

I miss him too. I miss them all. I yearn for just another moment of what was, but the ache turns to something else burning in my blood. Like purpose.

You need not take off your ring ever if you do not wish to.

There will always be grief, sorrow, and loss. They have become a part of you, as they have a part of me.

But we find the light in our despair, and joy is still possible.

Written By Torian

Jan. 21, 2020, 2:51 p.m.(8.297022156084656/10.633240740740742/1012.6080851796737 AR)

A lot of talk these days about farmers. "Never trust them" they say!

Well *I* say you never cross the man who handles your turnips.

Written By Teagan

Jan. 21, 2020, 2:16 p.m.(8.295272817460319/10.535277777777779/1012.607939401455 AR)

I am considering speaking with a Mirrormask. I am still not... certain on my doing so, but I suspect I ought to do so. Yes, it is a conundrum and it is one I should settle before the actual doing of the thing.

Written By Aslaug

Jan. 21, 2020, 1:06 p.m.(8.291809689153439/10.341342592592593/1012.6076508074294 AR)

Interesting.

Scholars' Language Night.

Learned a lot.

Brevity being one of the things I brought to the table.

I thank those who enlightened me.

=:7)~~
(rat)

Written By Corban

Jan. 21, 2020, 9:46 a.m.(8.281877066798941/9.785115740740741/1012.6068230888999 AR)

It was a tremendous honor to recognize the Lord Commander Dayne Valardin in the Hall of Heroes last night, revealing his statue and plaque. We were treated to a remembrance from his ancestral family, the Valardin. And even the Nox'alfar delegation spoke to remember the knight of great honor.

I bid all to visit the statue, to learn its lessons, and to employ them in their lives.

Written By Raja

Jan. 21, 2020, 9:05 a.m.(8.27986400462963/9.672384259259259/1012.6066553337191 AR)

You know, one can never know what sort of crazy a person can be until they open their mouth. If you just sit back and listen, one can hear a lot of things. Sometimes those things one may wish they never heard. I recently heard some crazy talk and decided to get involved. I was rewarded with a busted face. Don't worry, I won't forget.

Written By Arcadia

Jan. 21, 2020, 5:18 a.m.(8.268563988095238/9.039583333333333/1012.6057136656746 AR)

Relationship Note on Miranda

Lady Miranda.

Legate Ailith introduced me to sweet ginger candies and mint tied in my handkerchiefs. it certainly helped with the nausea. Well some.

Also, better to be a whale than a puffer fish.

Written By Padraig

Jan. 21, 2020, 3:27 a.m.(8.263058862433862/8.731296296296296/1012.6052549052029 AR)

Relationship Note on Veronica

Lady Veronica was the first of House Keaton that I actually met. My master had already been dead by the time I returned home to Oakhaven. I must admit, as soon as I met her I knew that the Keatons, the House that governed my home, were going to be my masters from this day 'til my last. We've had many misadventures since then, and now that I'm in the capital perhaps I can try and temper her boldness a little. That's more important (though not by much) than getting her to stop calling me Sir Paddy.

Written By Padraig

Jan. 21, 2020, 3:24 a.m.(8.262931547619047/8.724166666666667/1012.605244295635 AR)

I've been in Arx a few days now and I'm still overwhelmed by how large the city is. I come from humble beginnings and this is so expansive. The Marquessa was every bit as beautiful as the stories say, and of course Lady Veronica was there to greet me. It has been good seeing her again. There's already an ache in my heart from being so far from Oakhaven. Still, despite it all, the ruling Keatons are here in Arx, and where they go, so shall I.

Written By Ryhalt

Jan. 21, 2020, 2:15 a.m.(8.25948330026455/8.531064814814814/1012.6049569416887 AR)

Relationship Note on Lisebet

If you hear anything about the Farshaw gates being locked against twin terrors, I had nothing to do with it!

Nothing to see here except an uncle planning how best to spoil them.

Written By Philippe

Jan. 21, 2020, 12:46 a.m.(8.255078538359788/8.28439814814815/1012.6045898781966 AR)

Today was the unveiling of Dayne Valardin's statue. I would call it more a wake for the great man. The Templars did well by the Lord Commander with the ceremony. I took care to let them know how fine they had done, particularly in bringing in the Nox'alfar to also take part. It was the right thing to do and a proper gesture of peacemaking, all said. It shows the healing power of Gloria's mercy and goodness. Even after this tragedy, we can find a way to stand together and make our world better. It's no wonder that Katryn takes such inspiration from her work each day.

Written By Sydney

Jan. 20, 2020, 7:25 p.m.(8.239175760582011/14.393842592592593/1012.6032646467152 AR)

Relationship Note on Colette

Twice, you put me on my back. Twice, I politely smiled, and when you left, was filled with regrets and disbelief. I watched you, after that. Closely. The way you move, the way you flow and weave, and exploit your opponent's body. The way you pick them apart, leaving them wondering what on earth happened.

This time, I put you on your back, and though I find myself pleased with the outcome, I remain in disbelief. I know when my strikes are hitting proper. I've been at this quite some time, and you just kept coming back for more, like a woman possessed. The only other person I've seen stay up on their feet so long past their limit is my own self, so it's with nothing but with respect that I proclaim you an ally and a rival, little Laurent.

I look forward to learning from one another, speaking through words and fists alike.

Best of five?

Written By Veronica

Jan. 20, 2020, 6:56 p.m.(8.237712466931217/14.311898148148147/1012.6031427055776 AR)

Relationship Note on Padraig

Good to have you in the city with me, Sir Paddy.

I shall enjoy showing you around doubly since it means finally exploring more thoroughly myself.

Written By Lisebet

Jan. 20, 2020, 4:58 p.m.(8.231951884920635/13.989305555555555/1012.6026626570767 AR)

Brennan has now made it to his feet, catching up with Emilie. Our twins are walking - gods help us.

Written By Miranda

Jan. 20, 2020, 4:49 p.m.(8.231468667328041/13.96224537037037/1012.602622388944 AR)

Relationship Note on Arcadia

Cady, my darling...

I'm not sure I'm worried about being fat as a whale...

But this nausea? I could do without.

At least the cranky has been put on hold awhile.

Written By Miranda

Jan. 20, 2020, 4:47 p.m.(8.231403356481483/13.958587962962962/1012.6026169463735 AR)

Relationship Note on Martino

Family is so very important to me.

It always has been.

Thank you, dear Cousin, for seeing after me.

Such is why you are one of my favorites.

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