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Written By Delilah

April 10, 2020, 9:51 p.m.(2/4/1013 AR)

Nothing like being scruffed like a kitten and carried home!

Written By Dio

April 10, 2020, 9:26 p.m.(2/4/1013 AR)

Relationship Note on Selene

I recently commissioned an umbra robe from Selene Whisper. Having sailed farther than most, it's easy to appreciate such exquisite artistry. Beautiful and daring, it steals one's very breath. Nothing could be better suited to House Seraceni.

My sincere compliments to Selene. She is highly recommended to those of wealth and taste.

Written By Olivando

April 10, 2020, 7:16 p.m.(2/4/1013 AR)

Books are wonderful. They don't scheme and they don't keep secrets. Though perhaps having spent so much time in their company, they have begun to rub off on me. "Like an open book", as the expression goes.

Written By Nina

April 10, 2020, 6:53 p.m.(2/4/1013 AR)

I know adventures are... eventful. But I suppose fancy dinners among the Lycene nobles are quite eventful too! Never a dull moment!

Written By Cambria

April 10, 2020, 5:47 p.m.(2/4/1013 AR)

I have long thought that if it were not for complaint, we should have very little to talk about.

Written By Jules

April 10, 2020, 2:24 p.m.(2/3/1013 AR)

There was a merry old stoat
Who drank some wine and started to bloat
So happy was he
He needed to pee
And found a Swan's pretty coat.

I wonder if my wife reads my journals. If she does, he didn't really do that. Hops has never done anything bad. I'm sure he's got a present for youthis next week even!

Written By Jules

April 10, 2020, 2:02 p.m.(2/3/1013 AR)

I think the gnome needs a little pointed hat. I'm not quite certain why, maybe it'll be to cover his pointed head! Hah! Everyone says I'll think it's adorable when it's born, I hope they're right. Regardless, I quite expect I will love it.

Written By Sunaia

April 10, 2020, 12:12 p.m.(2/3/1013 AR)

Relationship Note on Tibault

...And then, there was the year I had decided I was going to Setarco; I think I was just months from being seventeen. He swore to me he wouldn't let me go, said he'd put an order at the docks and forbid them from letting me set foot there. Said he'd put a tax for a year on any ship that put me on it. Of course, by then, everyone who mattered knew who I was, that I was an Ashford and he owed fealty to us, so I was able to find a Setarcan ship heading there and I paid them enough that I could board.

I left him a note before I left; told him that, when I came back, I'd be seventeen and it would be well into summer. I suggested that we celebrate by going pearl diving again, just outside of Brighthold.

I returned with Setarco Fire and several bottles of red wine for him, but I'm afraid he was furious with me - though it became increasingly difficult to tell, the older he was. He never yelled; he didn't even look at me oddly, and rather graciously took the bottles of wine and liquor. We sat up all night, drinking wine; I fell asleep on the couch and woke up as I always do: gasping, alone, afraid. I didn't see him, anywhere. I didn't see -anyone-. The entire house was silent -- until I woke everyone up, running around, yelling for Rey and Tibault, crying.

It was still so early in the morning that the birds weren't even calling, yet.

He came out of his study; apparently, I hadn't been the one to wake him. I was so glad he was there. He settled me down, had tea made for me and we talked about my trip.

...Oh, why do I think he was furious? Because. We never did go diving for pearls.

Written By Marian

April 10, 2020, 7:47 a.m.(2/3/1013 AR)

Scars are nothing more than a map
Lines of demarcation upon the skin
Telling stories of brutal blood and pain
Making memories that leave us changed.
Each line has a different slice of life
Connecting to that tapestry of dream.
A badge of honor that lets your enemies
Know that you survived their worst.

Written By Martino

April 10, 2020, 7:26 a.m.(2/3/1013 AR)

It takes a lot of silver to see the docks around Southport grow and, with that, it benefits those making the journey from both sides of Compact. It will draw in ships from further, fine merchants seeking to use the city before launching themselves into the Lyceum then beyond. For the merchants of Southport, our dear friends as well, this is a fine opportunity to set up within the docks and begin making contacts with lands further than we could have planned before.

With this, we shall all grow and dear thanks must be paid to those who aided in the project. To help Malvici be ready to be called upon and defend the Compact once more.

Written By Thea

April 9, 2020, 9:52 p.m.(2/2/1013 AR)

Hard work pays off. So proud to be part of something as big as Southport's trading port. And the newest tavern that resides there. The team that was put together couldn't have been any better.

Written By Raja

April 9, 2020, 9:28 p.m.(2/2/1013 AR)

My brother came back to the city. I haven't seen him in several years! I had actually thought he was dead! But no, he was off being drunk and doing whatever it is he does. You know it's been too long that he didn't realize it was me! Then again, last time he saw me I was still considered a kid. I don't know what to think. Part of me wants to hug him because I actually looked up to him when I was a kid. Another part wants to punch in his stupid smile for leaving! He's an ass.

Written By Jules

April 9, 2020, 4:49 p.m.(2/2/1013 AR)

I've not had much opportunity to get ahead on some of my own goals but it has been quite pleasant to see some fruit from work behind the scenes in helping others accomplish their goals. I am hoping that perhaps things will slow down enough that I can get my feet under me and move forward.

Written By Tanith

April 9, 2020, 1:46 p.m.(2/1/1013 AR)

I hear a lot of rumors, some louder than others. The one in particular I can't wrap my head around is how an entire noble House is bent to ruin the reputation of a single commoner. I thought we were beneath their notice and all that? Isn't that why commoners' challenge to nobles go unanswered? We raise a fuss and it's down right -crass- to give it attention? Who'd have thought, years of cultural tradition just thrown aside because someone got their knickers in a twist over the opinion of a 'nobody'.

Written By Beatrice

April 9, 2020, 10:52 a.m.(2/1/1013 AR)

Relationship Note on Lianne

It is my honor to accept appointment as Marquessa Lianne's Voice for House Malespero.

I would at this time commit to the archives a reminder of what she has done for the March of Nilanza. Who among us can say that they have transformed a city poorly governed, beseiged, and divided by civil strife into a peaceful paradise? Marquessa Lianne Malespero is accomplished in countless ways: physician, patron of the arts, theologian. She sought this challenge when she did not need to, when others happily - some might say wisely - turned away. More, she succeeds where few could.

We thrive under Marquessa Lianne's leadership. As her Voice, I look forward to further strengthening the relationships she has built with you, our good peers in the Compact.

Written By Porter

April 9, 2020, 10:36 a.m.(2/1/1013 AR)

I swear to the gods, everyone is fighting giant killer crustaceans except for me. Is there any justice in this world? Anything right at all?

Written By Mihaly

April 9, 2020, 10:29 a.m.(2/1/1013 AR)

Ever since I started to venture out more often, as Mia believes I need to be more 'sociable', I've had this unshakable sensation that I might be boring or that I never have a great amount to add. I can never tell if that's a good or bad thing, you'd think you get old enough and you stop caring about that kind of thing. It only bothers me slightly, I think. Enough that I write the musings down. Or it's a side effect of being old and wondering how much one has left to contribute to the world.

Written By Malcolm

April 9, 2020, 9:14 a.m.(2/1/1013 AR)

What's been going on of late with the animals out west got me worried about the livestock of Graypeak. I'll need to make double sure that we got our good Dogs out to those farmers and whatnot to help where they needed.

And if anyone - anything - ANYTHING threatens the well-being of my Dogs -- well --

I'm coming for them.

Written By Olivian

April 9, 2020, 9:09 a.m.(2/1/1013 AR)

I feel as though I need to make a goal for myself, Scholar Constance. With you being my witness today - I shall. One day, I'd like to be a prince.

Or, barring that, a well-dressed fop.

Oh. Wait.

Dreams do come true.

Written By Raymesin

April 9, 2020, 6:17 a.m.(2/1/1013 AR)

So I got married, Scholar!

Archlector Hamish married me, which was nice. Um. Not like that. I mean he witnessed our vows.

For once in life, I'm truly happy.

Normal service will be resumed in... well, probably the next time some silk swans in where they ain't wanted. But there was a silk at the shrine who was happy for us and wished us joy, and she got invited to the party. I sent her a proper letter saying so and everything.

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