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Jessica of Mera
02 August 2011 @ 01:00 am
[Filter: Private]

This is crazy. This is crazy and ridiculous and should not be happening and somehow this is all his fault. I know it is. All that writing from Noye ... the intelligence was wrong. Everything about this is so wrong, and they won't listen. Why should they listen to ... to Val's pushy little widow, she doesn't even have proof.

We have to start talking again. We have to find proof, somehow, and we have to stop all this. For that, we need to work together, all of this going off and raising rebels, well, it only goes so far. Verity will just have to deal with that, her plan just isn't good enough, not anymore. Not when Keran is starting wars ...

It is him. I can feel it right down to my bones.

[Filter: Former Mera]

We all need to talk. I know it's been so long, we might not all remember how, so ... I'll start.

I'm still in Varise, and Lord Carlton still won't listen to me, and Lord Tyren just ... well, if reports are right, he ... Noye is done. Just ... done. The fleet that sailed out of here with him, it was ... Dragons. You've seen them writing ...

But ...

But he won't listen, and someone gave him "proof" that Noye was planning something big. That's what started all of this. This was supposed to be pre-emptive. But with everything I've read on here, and I know you've read it too, do you believe that for even one instant? I know I don't.

But I don't have proof. That's what we need to talk about. Keran wanted this to happen, and we need to know why.

... And I need to know what you're all doing. I need to talk to you all again, so ... please. Are you all okay? You need to stay away from the west. We need to get Angie out of Keir, Angie, you can't stay there. They're going to involve themselves as soon as Sylea gets involved, and you can't be there, okay?
Mood: frustratedfrustrated
02 August 2011 @ 02:23 am
We've held them off as long as we can. I'm out of oil pots, and I'm cut off from land right now. I'm just going to write until I can get a good path back to the city. I've been throwing fire down on their ships all day, but they've soaked their sails and their ships. Nothing's catching fire for long except people, and we're taking too many arrows every pass...

We haven't even touched the warships they've got. Four real live warships, and full crews of archers on each of them. We burned three merchant ships that were loaded up with people on the first day, and one yesterday, but there's still so many! And most of the wing I went out with is dead now, and I'm flying alone. My dragon's wounded... He'll last until I can get back at least. I don't think he wants to drown.

Fuck. Fuck. I just looked over at what's been coming on land. They weren't nearly that close this morning. They're almost to the wall, the ones coming by land. And the ships are going to land soon too. Fuck!
Lauren of House Taerin
02 August 2011 @ 02:48 am
[Filter: Private]

What was that even Why would he

[Filter: Celeste]

Do you know anything about -- about Jonathan, suddenly deciding to write to me, like -- like I'd even want to --

Did you put him up to that? Please tell me that wasn't you.
Mood: uncomfortableuncomfortable
Celeste of Franel
02 August 2011 @ 03:18 am
[Filter: Private]

It's just that ...

Ah ... I ... I've barely said a word to him since ... since I found out, and ... and now, it just feels ...

... ah.

I suppose he's the same person he always was. Isn't he? He's ... he's still chivalrous, he's still kind, he's still well-spoken and intelligent, and he's still like ... like something from some wonderful, strange story. I ... it doesn't make Sawyer a different person, and so ... ah.

But ...

... ah, I have to do it. I said I'd do it, and someone ... someone has to do it, and ... ah. Well ...

Well, here I go ...

[Filter: Gebann]

I ... ah. Hello, Sir Gebann. O-or, rather, Lord Gebann, I ... ah. I ...

Do you ... have a moment? Actually, more than a moment would be ... ah, well, ideal ...
Mood: uncomfortableuncomfortable
Lady Isanae of House Lireth
02 August 2011 @ 04:12 am
[Filter: House Lireth]

I am afraid that I have ... awful news. There is no easy way to say this, and so I will simply say it; Lord Isaac is dead. He was murdered while out on ... personal business, and as you can imagine, the city is in turmoil. His murderer is in custody, awaiting trial and execution. Our departure will be delayed as this justice is dispensed and ... matters of succession are finalized. I'm sure you understand.

I will write as soon as matters have settled somewhat, and Tarmon has decided his final plans.
Mood: shockedshocked
02 August 2011 @ 04:27 am
They're coming.

They've broken the gates and they've routed the guards. They're storming the castle. They're not bothering with the rest of the city. They want Bea and I. They'll make us make the people surrender. They're coming through the gates, they're coming through the foyer, they're coming up the stairs.

Dammit, Bea, the escape passages are right here. You showed me where they are. Just come with me and I'll leave. I'll leave if you come. I swear. I swear I'll go if you'll come, too. I swear. I love you, Bea, I love you, I can't live without you, just come with me and we'll go together. Nothing else matters. Please, please, please.

They're coming. I can hear them shouting through the halls. They're coming and they're not going to go away. None of this is going to go away.

Bea, please. Please. Please.

I can hear the cannons. I can hear the walls toppling. It almost sounds just like puffs of wind from here.

Please ...

Please. I was alone for so long. I can't be alone again. I don't want to die, but I can't live if you're not with me.

Bea, please. Please.

[a long pause, and then, scrawled]

They're here.
Mood: indescribableindescribable
Keane of House Sylea
02 August 2011 @ 05:27 am

You fucking write back to me. Write back now. If you're not dead, you need to fucking pick up that pen and write.

Or -- or Lirit, if you're reading this, I know you're too fucking stupid to die out there. If you don't fucking write to me, you're going to regret it, you hear that? I'm not fucking kidding, this time, every single thing I've ever fucking done to you will be a mercy compared to what's waiting for you if you don't fucking write.

Relette. Please. Come on.
Anemone of Lahn
02 August 2011 @ 10:18 pm
[Filter: Private]

One entry couldn't hurt. It's better to write to her and have this taken care of. I won't get back into the habit of using this thing all the time again, no matter how nice it'd be to talk to Simon again. I'm not going to do it. Things have been going fine without this journal making everything so difficult.

[Filter: Lady Eve]

I hope I am not disturbing you, but I have matters to discuss that would be easier than having to send messengers all the way to Rayla.
Mood: worriedworried
Rachelle of Rhia
02 August 2011 @ 10:34 pm
[Filter: Private]


I don't think he's even going to want to talk to me any more. I sure wouldn't, if I was him. I did some ... really stupid things. And I don't even know why, anymore. If there was any chance of Grampa favoring me again, it's sure gone now.

I just wanted ...

This is all so stupid.

[Filter: Devine]

Hey, um.

Do you have a minute? I think we should talk.
Mood: uncomfortableuncomfortable
02 August 2011 @ 10:39 pm
[Filter: Private]

All this time it's been right under our feet and I never knew about it. No one has found it. How can it possibly have been hidden for so long? Three chambers, each as large as the entire ground floor of the castle. Who knows how many more? How far below the castle do these chambers extend? What will we find when we reach the bottom? What if there is no bottom?

If Ruseia finds that passage, it's all over. If there's something to be found in there, she will stop at nothing to have it. If she finds that we are sneaking around below the castle where no one has been in ages... I don't even want to think about that. I won't let her. Whatever is there, it's not for her. I won't let her get it.

[Filter: Dagda]

Don't give me that look. I would do anything to be able to tell you what's on my mind right now. You know that. I can't talk about it. I wouldn't dare talk about it where anyone might possibly hear.

Lady Celeste and Sir Keagan found something. Something amazing. I did not even believe it myself until I was shown it with my own two eyes. You can't tell anyone about this. You can't tell anyone that I told you. I shouldn't even be telling you, at least not yet, but I cannot keep this to myself.

Under the castle, there's a massive room with some sort of... lock. It led to stairs, that led to another room just as big. I fought a statue, but it was alive. A living, moving statue made out of rock unlike anything I have ever seen. It took everything I had to defeat it. I must have tried for hours, or at least it felt like it. After that there was another set of stairs, and another massive room.

Right below our feet. All these years it has never been discovered until now. Until these complete strangers came into our lives. There could be dozens of rooms. Perhaps even more than that. It's like an i-

[Filter: Lady Celeste]

We should talk.
Mood: uncomfortableuncomfortable