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Written By Lucita

Dec. 18, 2022, 9:08 a.m.(1/24/1019 AR)

Relationship Note on Quenia

My cousin directed the Saik fleet of ships in an admirably. We had few losses and assisted in seeing a battle won. She is so skillful in various ways. I have watched her learn and grow into her role as Marquessa, a role she never expected to have.

Written By Tesha

Dec. 18, 2022, 12:40 a.m.(1/24/1019 AR)

Now it's time to sail home.

Written By Bonnie

Dec. 17, 2022, 10:47 p.m.(1/24/1019 AR)

I really need to start asking questions when someone invites me somewhere. I am honored to have been asked to assist and gods know I needed to stay in form but there were some deeply awkward moments.

Written By Kiera

Dec. 17, 2022, 12:40 p.m.(1/23/1019 AR)

The Rivenshari Winter bardic Fire served in part as a remberance for Lord Rivenshari. A life remembered in song and silence. Celebrated with song and dance. It struck me that this is the way that life should be celebrated and remembered

Written By Kiera

Dec. 17, 2022, 12:34 p.m.(1/23/1019 AR)

I had the pleasure of attending the butterfly Masquerade, hosted by Lord Cillian Blackwood and the Menagerie's Butterfly garden. This is a lovely spot for an event in any season. There was color, childeren underfoot,food , friends., song and dance. Moments of pure joy. rare and special

Written By Kiera

Dec. 17, 2022, 12:26 p.m.(1/23/1019 AR)

Thi week I unexpectedly attend a remembrance for those that died in the Silent war. A variety of songs and stories were shared and it struck me that they encompassed the breadth and depth of emotion associated with war. rage. defiance. sadness. regret. the stories reflected a time before i came to arx about which I knew little and so I learned a great. Some of the words struck me as brutal, but then war is a brutal. I think the song attributed to sparte touched umost closely with my own feelings on the subject of war in general, acknowledging the regret and pain associated with it while acknowledging the necissity of fighting. i was once again reminded that there are multiplesides to every story. for each told and shared. many unshared. shring and remembering is important

Written By Ann

Dec. 17, 2022, 3:14 a.m.(1/22/1019 AR)

Tonight's Rivenshari Bardic Winter Fire was a learning experience for me. Something I will never forget. My mind keeps swirling and processing in all that I have learned and heard tonight. Lord Titus sharing a story and scaring Ilan. The children trying to steal cookies and my boy Sil so excited for his treasure. Raya wanting to share their story about yurt building her way. It was an enjoyable night of light and laughter mingled with grief. The way life should be looked at. Lady Petra's dancing even when Virgil got in the way. Lord Mattheu playing that violin. And Lady Eshra showing for all the world to see her grief and her joy in her dance. I will never forget the lessons and the love I learned tonight. I was honored to be able to see just a small peek of what Rivenshari House is and I am humbled to be a part of it. I may be from the North of snow and ice but there is much to be learned in wind and rivers. I fully intend to be a student as long as they will have me. I will forever be grateful when I hear the bells and what they mean to them. For now they hold a special place in my heart and to my children.

Written By Lou

Dec. 16, 2022, 7:01 p.m.(1/21/1019 AR)

I had a wonderful time hosting an impromptu dinner at House Grayson last evening. All were invited to come, only a few did. The numbers included Lord Ian Kennex, Lady Bonnie Shepherd, and Baroness Lucita Saik. King Alaric also attended, surprising everyone.

It was nice to catch up with everyone and see what they've been up to. After my break away from the city, I feel as though I have quite a lot of catching up to do, but boy did I need time to just... explore... and forget about the horrors of the last few years where I've lost both family and friends to darker forces.

However, now it's time to get back to work and start things anew, to make sure I stay in the fight that is to come.

Written By Mattheu

Dec. 16, 2022, 5:49 p.m.(1/21/1019 AR)

It is surprisingly harder than it looks to lead a group of children in a game of chase while there are others that believe they are to be playing hide-n-seek.
Though watching the many butterflies dance and spin upon the fields under dome was lovely.

Written By Esme

Dec. 15, 2022, 9:21 p.m.(1/19/1019 AR)

Everything is beautiful when covered in ice.
Snow makes everything look so clean and special.
Cold gives a reason to cuddle.


I'm trying really hard to come up with positives about the winter. Trying.

Written By Lucita

Dec. 14, 2022, 11:59 a.m.(1/17/1019 AR)

I discovered that my children had discovered my collection of music. Some of the older, rare songs from 1005-1007 were damaged. Some were folded into odd shapes, creased, parts with words and notes almost obliterated. Others had splotches from pie fillings staining them. To help preserve these historical songs written by Guardsman Sparte, Dame Leta and Princess Tikva, I performed them in the Society of Explorers with stories and a bit of background to help put them in context. Lord Pietro, one of the founders of the Society of Explorers, was slain in the Silence War. I am not sure what impact, if any, the tales and stories had on listeners, but at least others have had an opportunity to hear and remember.

Written By Caspian

Dec. 11, 2022, 9:03 p.m.(1/11/1019 AR)

Welcome back Snow!!! you have been missed!

also, maybe we could invest in a tarp for the shrine of skald? the shoveling is annoying at times and i swear the chill keeps people away.

Written By Bonnie

Dec. 11, 2022, 8:50 p.m.(1/11/1019 AR)

I wonder if I ought to be advertising for Valiant Effort. How will others know that there are capable men and women available to help those who have need of numbers, able hands, or steady blades? On the other hand advertising for a Mercenary group may not help my attempts to polish my image so I am not an embarrassment to my brother. I still haven't found a smooth way to put that we are for hire but the Duke pays-so if we are a mercenary company who does not take payments what does that make us?

Written By Lisebet

Dec. 11, 2022, 8:44 p.m.(1/11/1019 AR)

Today's tea is a nice warm black tea with honey and lemon. Delicious. I should go visit the Jade Moon again, and have some more of their delicious teas.

Written By Kiera

Dec. 11, 2022, 8:29 p.m.(1/11/1019 AR)

always fun to watch others spar in the training ring. I feel compelled try myself again next time and perhaps afford others the same enjoyment that they afford me despite my lack of skill. , for anyone anyone can have a good or bad fight and both are of value. No one will ever see shiny diamond plate where i'm concerned, however

Written By Amari

Dec. 11, 2022, 7:49 p.m.(1/11/1019 AR)

It's finally aeterna season.

Oh, who am I kidding? It's always aeterna season.

Written By Bonnie

Dec. 11, 2022, 6:28 p.m.(1/11/1019 AR)

I have had the pleasure to meet so many. Prince Patrizio Pravus and Lady Ann have both been friendly companions who do not seem to judge me for my being new to the ranks of nobles. Master Wild sports a personality as big as he the man himself is. Lord Ian speaks of Master wild with deep respect. Meanwhile everyone else seems to hold Lord Ian in highest esteem. I wonder if there is a word for when there is a strange conversation but the strangest parts of the conversation went unsaid. A quicker mind than mine might have been less baffled maybe.

Written By Lucita

Dec. 10, 2022, 7:09 p.m.(1/9/1019 AR)

Why are some people so stubborn, so blinded by anger that they can't see logic, can't be reasoned with and seem deluded by their own biased and warped conception of facts? At least this is one mess I don't have to sort out and thankfully leave it to others to figure out.

Written By Ann

Dec. 10, 2022, 2:58 p.m.(1/9/1019 AR)

Winter is the best season
I can dance in it
barefoot
lift my head up
to taste the snowflakes
feel the wind in my hair
play with my children in it
I love the cold
you can only do so much when its warm
always can warm up with fire, furs, hot baths
hearing the ice hit the ground is of its own music
the storms remind me i am alive
Summer is shit

Written By Aconite

Dec. 10, 2022, 2:30 p.m.(1/9/1019 AR)

Winter means it's time to disappear into my work again. Like a form of hibernation only with more letters...

I fear that they will continue to go.unseen..

You can lead a horse to diplomacy, maybe even have it wnjoy the experience ....but you can't make it act in good conscience..

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