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Written By Medeia

Oct. 16, 2020, 6:17 a.m.(3/17/1014 AR)

Relationship Note on Lucita

Oh. I should probably get Crazy Legs 67 back to the shrine when I go for my next shift. I can talk to the kids about why.

On another note: I sat down with them a couple days ago to have them draw pictures for Neilda as a birthday gift. They both chose to draw scenes from adventures she been on. It was really sweet! Estie seems to have a gift for drawing. Being able to watch my niece and nephew grow up is a gift on its own.

Written By Sydney

Oct. 16, 2020, 5:50 a.m.(3/17/1014 AR)

Have I mentioned that I hold envy for those who can take the teachings of Death and find comfort in them?

I do not doubt that the wheel turns, and I do not doubt that a part of us all moves on. Perhaps it is fear and perhaps it is greed, but I see little solace in the notion that some future spin of 'me' will resemble me not at all, will remember me not at all, and will not know or feel as keenly what I know and feel now. I suppose it is what makes these writings so important.

Evidence that I existed.

Evidence that I thrashed and struggled, pissed and moaned, fiercely protected the things that were and are important to me, and I hope against hope that this turn is a long and fruitful one. For I do fear what comes after, in spite of it all.

Written By Desma

Oct. 16, 2020, 2:09 a.m.(3/17/1014 AR)

Slowly I am slipping into my new life here in Arx. Today I took Splinter up to the memorial park, the one through the east gate that looks over the beaches. There is joy to be found in watching something so natural as an osprey in flight, and despite the cold I fell asleep on a bench. I woke near frozen to the core, but was quickly revived by some whiskey offered to me by a stranger.

I long for spring, though what that might bring s we move towards a potential civil war, also places a shadow on my heart.

Written By Rowynna

Oct. 16, 2020, 2:02 a.m.(3/17/1014 AR)

Months after my cousin Dycard gave up his room in the manor for me, I continue to find random socks of his. Today it was a pair of blue and white striped ones with a shark motif. I have no clue where they're appearing from, but they smell so terrible that I'm quite convinced they walk themselves out of hiding on their own. Even though it is winter, I sleep with my windows open to help with the smell.

How can a man lose so many socks?

Written By Lucita

Oct. 15, 2020, 10:17 p.m.(3/16/1014 AR)

The twins top 10 list for not going to Saikland this spring:
10. Crazy Legs 67 (who hitched a ride to Saik Tower from the Shrine of the Queen of Endings) would miss them if they left.
---- Or else Crazy Legs 67 would miss his (or is he a her.. an it?) siblings if he went with them.
09. The guard dogs would get lazy if they were not home to throw balls for them to fetch.
08. They would fall behind in their lessons with Count Domonico.
07. They absolutely must not miss the birthdays of their cousins and the cakes Juliana and Luis will have for them to share.
06. They told a disciple they would help decorate the Shrine of Jayus this year.
---Five and a half year old logic is interesting to observe. Touching and exasperating, emotional, logical and humorous at the same time. To be continued later after I stop giggling enough that the handwriting is not all squiggly.

Written By Valencia

Oct. 15, 2020, 2:16 p.m.(3/16/1014 AR)

There are so many beautiful poets and bards in this city right now. Their creativity bringing a colourful curl to all that they share. Remarkable visions and talents breathing life into works that touch hearts, inspire dreams, provoke minds and encourage us to experience the world through different eyes, ears and feelings.

How lovely it is to see such creativity flourishing in a place I love so well. How I hope it will continue.

I am an inspired observer of the magic all of our artists create. Happy to be party to and experience their immense creativity, though never to partake.


Written By Ember

Oct. 15, 2020, 9:55 a.m.(3/15/1014 AR)

Relationship Note on Victus

If the Highlord of House Thrax seeks hobbies, I can think of few more proper and becoming than sport. Fishing is indeed a fine contest, to match one's wits against the water, but there is little more satisfying than directly competing against one's fellow men and women. Weightlifting, swimming, rowing, wrestling, discus, javelin, boxing...

Of course, this assumes that the majority of challengers will not simply allow a Highlord to win. I imagine truly honest competition is more difficult to find, at such a level of political power.

Written By Leena

Oct. 15, 2020, 9:09 a.m.(3/15/1014 AR)

Relationship Note on Quenia

I find myself in somewhat awe of you dearest sister.

I've been out in public more lately than perhaps ever, socializing with the sociable. As Marquessa, people not only respect you, they downright love and cherish you. To spend so long in the public eye and garnering such support - that is impressive.

Written By Wagner

Oct. 15, 2020, 8:58 a.m.(3/15/1014 AR)

Relationship Note on Tanith

She has every idea what I am talking about, so humble this one, eh?

Regardless, get your tarts from the best one n'town - Tanith.

Even if she let herself be drunk under the table.

Written By Sydney

Oct. 15, 2020, 7:03 a.m.(3/15/1014 AR)

There is joy in motion.

When I feel at my lowest, what helps bring me back to the center - without fail - is going to the Training Center (or even just outside my home), and going through some basic exercises. The mind needs an adversary, and if you don't give it one, it will create one. Quite frequently, it's capable of far worse things than armed foes or lashing out at shadows, so occupying it before it has the chance to do so is one of the wiser courses of action.

I've been doing what I can to use more of my body than my arms and fists, of late. Fundamentals are important, but so is the element of surprise. It may be seen as 'dirty fighting', but the amount of scraps I've gotten an edge on because I kicked up some dirt or sand when an opponent expected a fist speaks to the efficiency of the maneuver. A well-thrown boot to the soft bits or a strike to the nose with one's forehead is equally efficacious in keeping someone off of their balance, and thus off of their guard.

Certain acquaintances of mine have left the city or are laying low, and I find myself missing their presence. I enjoy rambling, and I enjoy the sound of my own words, but they take on a tinny and hollow quality when spoken to myself. There is no shame in leaning on something that makes you feel a success in times of turmoil.

Each turn of the wheel is too short not to thoroughly enjoy the one where you're inimitably yourself.

Written By Zyanya

Oct. 15, 2020, 4:27 a.m.(3/15/1014 AR)

It is said to me that here those with feelings for another will seek to do them harm. Attraction brings them to lash out at the cause of it. Perhaps this explains some of the hurts I have collected since coming to the city. Another facet to what it means to be Arvani. From pain comes poetry. I will be stronger in my art for this.

I fill these broken places
with seams of gold.

Written By Zyanya

Oct. 15, 2020, 1:56 a.m.(3/15/1014 AR)

Sitting in the garden I lift my hand to catch the snow, thinking of the clouds which birthed each flake, but not of how I have stopped their journey toward the ground.

Winter storms move on
carried away on winter winds
my hands close on water.

Written By Mabelle

Oct. 15, 2020, 1:39 a.m.(3/15/1014 AR)

Well that is a snow mountain if I have seen one.
Only one person slightly wounded in the creation of this man-made madness.
He is fine.

Written By Piccola

Oct. 14, 2020, 8:11 p.m.(3/14/1014 AR)

Heed this, wise general: nothing replaces perseverance.

Talent will not: nothing is more common than unsuccessful men with talent.

Genius will not: unrewarded genius is almost a proverb.

Education will not: the world is full of educated derelicts.

Persistence and determination have solved and always will solve the problems of the world. As for the travails we now face: we should never despair. Our situation before has been unpromising and has changed for the better. If new difficulties arise, we must only put forth new exertions and proportion our efforts to the exigency of the times.

Written By Gwenna

Oct. 14, 2020, 7:31 p.m.(3/14/1014 AR)

Relationship Note on Victus

What about fishing, in regard to a hobby? In a lake or something not as vehement as the sea? Calm waters, simple instruments, quiet, and something that can be done fairly easily across most of Arvum. As well, it can be done alone or along with a friend or two - depends on your mood, really. I mean, you could do some official business as well, rather than holing up in a library, but it'll probably be more enjoyable if you don't.

Written By Emberly

Oct. 14, 2020, 5:02 p.m.(3/14/1014 AR)

In the darkness of the night's sky, the sleepy trees sway.
Creaking, whispering in the air.
Carrying me away..

Soft whispers, upon the skin
Gently caressing
Firmly affirming
Night entwines
Safe within

Written By Tanith

Oct. 14, 2020, 4:57 p.m.(3/14/1014 AR)

Relationship Note on Wagner

What? No, of course I have no idea what he's talking about.

Written By Sabella

Oct. 14, 2020, 1:02 p.m.(3/14/1014 AR)

Relationship Note on Victus

Do you really need a hobby? I can help you think of a million things to do! What about dancing? There's always a new dance to learn and a billion and two old ones that you can pick up! And then of course you'll need to get a few pairs of dancing shoes as if you take to it they wear out quite quickly! And some for Alarissa since I'm sure she'll want to be your partner! And then there's the dancing doublet and pants you'll want and depending on the style a cape! Having at least three dancing costumes and perhaps upwards of fifteen would be best actually as there are different aspects of different ones you'll want to wear to enhance the style! Why it's like a hobby in a hobby in a hobby since you need to research the correct clothing and find a tailor and learn the music and the steps and wouldn't that be so fun?!

Written By Svana

Oct. 13, 2020, 11:39 p.m.(3/12/1014 AR)

Have you ever wanted to be the apple of someone's eye? To know that you are the one they think of when they wake, the one they dream even when they lay next to you? Have you ever loved someone so important and precious that were you a star plucked from the very Heavens by them, you would worry that you would never shine quite enough? So desirable and beautiful is the person you love with their many merits that you will never feel enough, and you sit in the palm of their hand, shining quietly while they radiate much brighter - making you brighter by way of association.

I wish I were a black velvet night covering every last star in the sky so that no others could shine.

Written By Wagner

Oct. 13, 2020, 10:24 p.m.(3/12/1014 AR)

Relationship Note on Tanith

Apparently, there was some talk recently 'bout Tanith and her tarts.

Aye, she's a tart with the best tarts, particularly the blackberry one's she gives me.

Never know what effect they'll have.

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