Written By Noah
March 27, 2023, 9:39 p.m.(7/10/1019 AR)
Relationship Note on Jaenelle
Poison,
In a few months it will be 4 years of marriage. Four of them. I promised you two, so I made well and good on that promise. I'm pretty sure you are coming up with new ways to end my life. Just know, that I came into this willingly and knowing that I was going to probably die at your hands when boredom set in. Luckily, I was the one to teach you about pointy things so I know I can rule that one out as the way of my end.
(Bad drawing of a female stick figure pointing a knife the WRONG pointy way) <---- You.
Although.
You are also still as intoxicating (and dangerous) as when I first met you at the Ambassador. It may have been my best jerk moment considering I walked away with you. You have managed to make me growl slightly less, managed to get me to dance at social events, managed to get me to social events, have made me a father, have understood my dark moods and my less than pleasing happy moods when you are the one that gets the prank pulled on, you have changed all my plans for my life -- pretty much with one look too -- damn you. Through it all and I mean all of it. Even those few moments where I may have unintentionally almost caused a riot or got captured for running my mouth. Or when there were a few uncertain moves. I would do them all again in this life and in all the others. You have always been the better half in this arrangement and of that I have not one doubt. Thank you for choosing me (not that you had a lot of options since you related to almost everyone).
In a few months it will be 4 years of marriage. Four of them. I promised you two, so I made well and good on that promise. I'm pretty sure you are coming up with new ways to end my life. Just know, that I came into this willingly and knowing that I was going to probably die at your hands when boredom set in. Luckily, I was the one to teach you about pointy things so I know I can rule that one out as the way of my end.
(Bad drawing of a female stick figure pointing a knife the WRONG pointy way) <---- You.
Although.
You are also still as intoxicating (and dangerous) as when I first met you at the Ambassador. It may have been my best jerk moment considering I walked away with you. You have managed to make me growl slightly less, managed to get me to dance at social events, managed to get me to social events, have made me a father, have understood my dark moods and my less than pleasing happy moods when you are the one that gets the prank pulled on, you have changed all my plans for my life -- pretty much with one look too -- damn you. Through it all and I mean all of it. Even those few moments where I may have unintentionally almost caused a riot or got captured for running my mouth. Or when there were a few uncertain moves. I would do them all again in this life and in all the others. You have always been the better half in this arrangement and of that I have not one doubt. Thank you for choosing me (not that you had a lot of options since you related to almost everyone).
Written By Noah
March 27, 2023, 9:30 p.m.(7/10/1019 AR)
I was ripping things apart because sometimes it's a healthy coping mechanism to just rip things apart. Society tends to frown when you rip people to pieces (even if I think deserved) and there are SO MANY THINGS in the closet next to my sleeping chambers. I have no skill at fashion. None. I'm not even going to pretend. I wear black all the time. I wore gray when my oaths linked me to my house of birth. This though, I can do. The problem lies in when your oldest daughter sees you do it. Then she goes to her closet and starts to do it to the gown that was just crafted for her.
Written By Noah
March 27, 2023, 9:24 p.m.(7/10/1019 AR)
Relationship Note on Lou
Someone famous or who thought they were said we are only as strong as our name.
It's an interesting concept being that we don't choose our name. Then we marry to another last one.
Does that mean that someone who doesn't use their name is weak then?
Not that I am thinking of anyone out there. I'm just musing my thoughts like my journal asks of me.
Musing. That's all.
Right Loucia, that's all, right?
It's an interesting concept being that we don't choose our name. Then we marry to another last one.
Does that mean that someone who doesn't use their name is weak then?
Not that I am thinking of anyone out there. I'm just musing my thoughts like my journal asks of me.
Musing. That's all.
Right Loucia, that's all, right?
Written By Lou
March 27, 2023, 6:31 p.m.(7/10/1019 AR)
For the most part, I have loved working on the memorial statue project for the fallen Grayson members in Bastion. Last night, however, I was reminded once more of the horrors as I had to gently break the news of Prince Niklas's passing to one of his cousins who recently returned. She pressed for details, upon which I gently pointed her in the direction of her Kennex family members. Those details should come from family members and not someone who is pretty much a stranger to them. That opened some old wounds I once thought healed, making them raw again. This doesn't bode well for a conversation I agreed to have with one of the Cardian representatives later tonight.
Written By Titus
March 27, 2023, 2:09 a.m.(7/8/1019 AR)
In days of old, when knights were bold and true,
Two goddesses did watch o'er battles fought,
One Gloria, the other Death, they knew
The thin red line, the price that must be bought.
With Gloria's sword, the knights did charge ahead,
In battles fierce against the darkness' might,
They fought with honour, never filled with dread,
Their cause was just, their valour burning bright.
But Death, she watched with laughter in her eyes,
She knew that all must end in time, it's true,
Yet in their deaths, she saw a new sunrise,
A chance to start again, to live anew.
Though victory was not their sole desire,
Their valour and their honour undefeated,
They would rise again, fueled by the fire
Of Gloria's love, Death's cycle completed.
So fight they did, both for the here and now,
And for the promise of a new sunrise,
For though they knew not when, they knew somehow,
That Death would come and bring them to the skies.
So let us fight, with Gloria's sword in hand,
And know that Death is but a friend in wait,
For in her laughter, we can understand
That all must end, but valour conquers fate.
Two goddesses did watch o'er battles fought,
One Gloria, the other Death, they knew
The thin red line, the price that must be bought.
With Gloria's sword, the knights did charge ahead,
In battles fierce against the darkness' might,
They fought with honour, never filled with dread,
Their cause was just, their valour burning bright.
But Death, she watched with laughter in her eyes,
She knew that all must end in time, it's true,
Yet in their deaths, she saw a new sunrise,
A chance to start again, to live anew.
Though victory was not their sole desire,
Their valour and their honour undefeated,
They would rise again, fueled by the fire
Of Gloria's love, Death's cycle completed.
So fight they did, both for the here and now,
And for the promise of a new sunrise,
For though they knew not when, they knew somehow,
That Death would come and bring them to the skies.
So let us fight, with Gloria's sword in hand,
And know that Death is but a friend in wait,
For in her laughter, we can understand
That all must end, but valour conquers fate.
Written By Auda
March 26, 2023, 10:51 p.m.(7/8/1019 AR)
Relationship Note on Enyo
Apparently we're going on an adventure! What would I have done with myself if you'd never come back to me?
Written By Auda
March 26, 2023, 10:12 p.m.(7/8/1019 AR)
Sometimes, I think I've gotten to where I am on my ability to listen alone.
When I was younger, knowing who was in charge, or who not to piss off.. That was everything. Fucking up had consequences-- and in the Lowers, so many consequences are life or death. Not getting paid can murder someone as easily as a knife.
Now, it's useful in other ways. I'm still good at picking out the big fish, and I still listen to what they say-- or don't say. Who they defer to, who they respect. I don't have to like it, or like them. I just have to navigate towards my own ends.
When I was younger, knowing who was in charge, or who not to piss off.. That was everything. Fucking up had consequences-- and in the Lowers, so many consequences are life or death. Not getting paid can murder someone as easily as a knife.
Now, it's useful in other ways. I'm still good at picking out the big fish, and I still listen to what they say-- or don't say. Who they defer to, who they respect. I don't have to like it, or like them. I just have to navigate towards my own ends.
Written By Titania
March 26, 2023, 10:11 p.m.(7/8/1019 AR)
As the days go past, I find myself becoming more lost and more unsure of what I am doing here, why am I here!
I have been trying so hard to move forward to start anew and then things come back to remind me of moments I knew.
And of people who are no longer here.
I have been trying so hard to move forward to start anew and then things come back to remind me of moments I knew.
And of people who are no longer here.
Written By Patrizio
March 26, 2023, 6:27 p.m.(7/8/1019 AR)
Summer has, at long last, returned.
Truly, it is the greatest of the seasons, and a blessing from the Summer Seas to the remainder of the Compact if only for a short while. One need not worry about the difficulty of passage from one place to the next, nor the effort needed to keep clear paths for those who've more trouble in getting about. And, for some of us who have too often wintered here in this, the capital of our Compact, it soothes that ache of homesickness for more constantly warmed shores.
Truly, it is the greatest of the seasons, and a blessing from the Summer Seas to the remainder of the Compact if only for a short while. One need not worry about the difficulty of passage from one place to the next, nor the effort needed to keep clear paths for those who've more trouble in getting about. And, for some of us who have too often wintered here in this, the capital of our Compact, it soothes that ache of homesickness for more constantly warmed shores.
Written By Teldan
March 26, 2023, 6:13 p.m.(7/8/1019 AR)
I occasioned to meet a representative of Cardia a few days ago. Her outfit seemed well-suited the the warmth of a summer in Arx, but I can only assume that her hair was a wig. We had a discussion on pockets, but I confess, I could see few places in her clothing where she might keep things about her person.
Written By Mabelle
March 26, 2023, 11:03 a.m.(7/7/1019 AR)
Will dark ground fruits yield,
Blooms and wheat to fill up fields,
Strong trees to build walls and shields,
People's hearts and souls be healed?
Blooms and wheat to fill up fields,
Strong trees to build walls and shields,
People's hearts and souls be healed?
Written By Filshiar
March 25, 2023, 9:34 p.m.(7/6/1019 AR)
I must remember to take more opportunities for trips into the forests. They are good for me, as they are for Farstride. It is good, also, to now know someone I would not mind joining me on such endeavors.
Even though the excursion was brief, I return to Arx refreshed.
Even though the excursion was brief, I return to Arx refreshed.
Written By Lucita
March 24, 2023, 10:55 a.m.(7/3/1019 AR)
How do you get people to understand they need to be a little wary, amicable yet neutral at times?
I guess it takes being betrayed a few times to have them realize that.
I guess it takes being betrayed a few times to have them realize that.
Written By Savio
March 24, 2023, 10:39 a.m.(7/3/1019 AR)
An updated will, for troubled times:
All that I have will go to my husband and children, into whose keeping I commit my possessions and my memory.
My black journals are to remain sealed.
Too many spicy poems in there.
All that I have will go to my husband and children, into whose keeping I commit my possessions and my memory.
My black journals are to remain sealed.
Too many spicy poems in there.
Written By Sparte
March 23, 2023, 10:22 p.m.(7/2/1019 AR)
She didn't return with me. Dame Tom. It has been a few years since I saw her last, but she was still well then. I don't know how to get back to where I last saw her, and she wouldn't be there if I went. If you knew her, and you hoped I'd be a way to see her again, I'm sorry. It's just me that is back.
Written By Isolde
March 23, 2023, 10:21 p.m.(7/2/1019 AR)
How does one define wealth?
Written By Tesha
March 23, 2023, 6:14 p.m.(7/2/1019 AR)
I should be use to disappointment at this age.
Written By Sparte
March 22, 2023, 10:25 p.m.(6/28/1019 AR)
I told a truly awful joke to someone the other day. It didn't even sound that funny in my head, but it demanded to get out. Like a sort of headache that can only be exercised by inflicting the pain of hearing it on others.
My sincere apologies to both the victim and the person that had to witness it.
My sincere apologies to both the victim and the person that had to witness it.
Written By Sparte
March 21, 2023, 5:45 p.m.(6/26/1019 AR)
I've been gone for some time. I have a lot I could write about where I've been and why, but I won't.
Written By Auda
March 19, 2023, 10:04 p.m.(6/22/1019 AR)
It's a shame about the orchids, but perhaps now there'll be more room in Arx's gardens for wildflowers and more decorative species.
Please note that the scholars may take some time preparing your journal for others to read.