Written By Eirene
Nov. 9, 2022, 1:28 p.m.(11/3/1018 AR)
Attention patrons of the Black Fox:
Are you troubled by strange noises in the middle of happy-hour? Do you experience feelings of dread from your barstool or booth? Have you or any of your family ever seen a spook, specter, or ghost? If the answer is yes, don't wait another minute. Send a messenger and contact Lady Eirene Riven. My valet Planchet is on call 24-hours per day to serve all your supernatural investigation needs.
I'm ready to believe you!
Are you troubled by strange noises in the middle of happy-hour? Do you experience feelings of dread from your barstool or booth? Have you or any of your family ever seen a spook, specter, or ghost? If the answer is yes, don't wait another minute. Send a messenger and contact Lady Eirene Riven. My valet Planchet is on call 24-hours per day to serve all your supernatural investigation needs.
I'm ready to believe you!
Written By Eirene
Aug. 13, 2022, 2:21 p.m.(3/11/1018 AR)
Relationship Note on Felicia
Felicia died a heroic dead. Doesn't change the fact she's dead. But her sacrifice may have stopped something -nasty- from getting into our world. So I thank her for that.
Written By Eirene
Aug. 13, 2022, 2:20 p.m.(3/11/1018 AR)
Artshall has fallen. Another magnificent city taken by that shithead Traitor. I wish I could have done more but I did what I could...
A silver lining in all this shit. I took a calculated risk and it payed off in spades. Cannot wait to see what comes next.
A silver lining in all this shit. I took a calculated risk and it payed off in spades. Cannot wait to see what comes next.
Written By Eirene
July 26, 2022, 4:52 p.m.(1/28/1018 AR)
Saw that ghost at the Fox again. More like -felt- that ghost again. In my MIND. So why do I keep going back there seeking more of this mystery? A locked door. A stolen key. Someone who feels like they cannot die, locked away and scratching at the door until their fingers are bloody raw.
Maybe it's my drive to -fix- shit. Ghosts, people, the Compact. I'm a healer through and through (even if I kill people to save others).
Maybe it's my drive to -fix- shit. Ghosts, people, the Compact. I'm a healer through and through (even if I kill people to save others).
Written By Eirene
April 11, 2022, 12:52 p.m.(6/12/1017 AR)
Idris, Iris, and Jace; my children, spilled ink on their father's star-charts and ruined months, possibly years of hard work. For not asking either of us for permission before touching something important, they are grounded.
Therefore their punishment is as follows:
They have to scrub the entirety of Heron Hall top to bottom.
Take baths -every night- for a week.
As a concession they can have later bedtimes so Mihaly can teach them more about the stars and constellations and why they're important, so they understand the gravity of their misdeeds. Since they wanted to 'help' they can help him rebuild some of it in that fashion.
Therefore their punishment is as follows:
They have to scrub the entirety of Heron Hall top to bottom.
Take baths -every night- for a week.
As a concession they can have later bedtimes so Mihaly can teach them more about the stars and constellations and why they're important, so they understand the gravity of their misdeeds. Since they wanted to 'help' they can help him rebuild some of it in that fashion.
Written By Eirene
March 23, 2022, 11:32 p.m.(5/3/1017 AR)
I hosted a banquet at the Physician's Guild to discuss how to balance the humors with food.
Here's the menu:
Sanguine foods:
promoting: chicken in a ginger and garlic sauce, with onions and turnips cooked with olive oil.
lessening: beef and mushrooms in lentils
Phlegmatic foods:
promoting: pork sauced with cinnamon apples.
lessening: roast hare in gravy with white wine.
Choleric foods:
promoting: young goat in a garlic-honey glaze with salted and pepper'd wild cabbage.
lessening: spinach and cheese tart with bacon.
Melancholic foods:
promoting: steak with roasted potatoes in rosemary and garlic.
lessening: pork shoulder cooked with onions, turnips, and chickpeas
Dessert:
Candied ginger for sanguine humors. Cherry tarts for phlegm. Honey-cake for choleric. And chocolate dipped oranges for melancholy.
We also had little tea cakes, strawberries which were also dipped in chocolate, and cream-puffs.
Everyone went home VERY full.
Here's the menu:
Sanguine foods:
promoting: chicken in a ginger and garlic sauce, with onions and turnips cooked with olive oil.
lessening: beef and mushrooms in lentils
Phlegmatic foods:
promoting: pork sauced with cinnamon apples.
lessening: roast hare in gravy with white wine.
Choleric foods:
promoting: young goat in a garlic-honey glaze with salted and pepper'd wild cabbage.
lessening: spinach and cheese tart with bacon.
Melancholic foods:
promoting: steak with roasted potatoes in rosemary and garlic.
lessening: pork shoulder cooked with onions, turnips, and chickpeas
Dessert:
Candied ginger for sanguine humors. Cherry tarts for phlegm. Honey-cake for choleric. And chocolate dipped oranges for melancholy.
We also had little tea cakes, strawberries which were also dipped in chocolate, and cream-puffs.
Everyone went home VERY full.
Written By Eirene
March 17, 2022, 12:13 p.m.(4/18/1017 AR)
For Jace's third birthday we had one of those little pottery painting parties - where some poor potter brings clay whatevers and paints, and then a gaggle of screaming children make them colorful. And if you've ever been to Heron Hall, you'd know we have a -lot- of kids from various branches and reasons. So the garden was full of them and maybe half really wanted to paint the little clay figurines, and the other half had a paint war.
I ordered that latter group to scrub the paint off the walls afterward.
There was laughter, tears when someone's little purple pokadotted doggie broke, and then a cake smash for the toddler of the hour.
Who the fuck knew being maternal was something I'd enjoy? It gave me something new to fight for, other than revenge and spite. It gave me a future to protect.
I ordered that latter group to scrub the paint off the walls afterward.
There was laughter, tears when someone's little purple pokadotted doggie broke, and then a cake smash for the toddler of the hour.
Who the fuck knew being maternal was something I'd enjoy? It gave me something new to fight for, other than revenge and spite. It gave me a future to protect.
Written By Eirene
March 13, 2022, 9:14 p.m.(4/11/1017 AR)
Happy birthday (2 days early) to my 3 year old son Jace Riven. If I don't write this down, I'm sure to get busy and forget and then my son will be very sad. I'm planning a little party for him and I can write that down and it won't spoil the surprise because he's 3 and he doesn't read journals...
Written By Eirene
March 4, 2022, 1:04 p.m.(3/20/1017 AR)
Another fucking ghost sighting in the Black Fox - an old soldier, I swear I saw her the LAST time something appeared in there. Same person, a Captain - I could see her insignia now. Only this time she spoke. Because she was sitting right fucking next to me and gods, I hate ghosts...
Written By Eirene
Feb. 2, 2022, 4:56 p.m.(1/17/1017 AR)
Relationship Note on Roxana
I was very relieved to hear my sister is still in Arx, safe and warm in the palace doing whatever it is she does all day. When you are kin to the Graysons, as I am through her marriage to one, the battle for Bastion takes on a whole new level of importance.
Written By Eirene
Feb. 2, 2022, 10:56 a.m.(1/16/1017 AR)
*This journal was dictated from the Saving Grace to a Scholar and later copied into her official journals*
I am damn glad the Guild put money into making sure our patients at the hospital are comfortable because fuck, I am going to be laid up a long fucking time.
Bastion - the city streets were deserted and full of the debris one sees in a siege -except corpses. We saw none of those for a good reason.
Helene Thornweave, a sylv'alfar in service to Legion, animated them all into gargantuans. Her. AGAIN. I think I yelled that at her when I saw her. My memory of the battle is a bit fuzzy after her brother Oberion arrived. (He's on our side, as much as those elves can be said to be)
I think I got kicked once, and then a giant brought a massive amalgamated hand-fist down on top of me. Smashed me flat. If not for the fact my armor is 'reportedly' magical (I wear steelsilk and cardian wrought leathers) I think I would have died. I know for a fact the hat I had crafted shortly before the battle kept my skull from being cracked open like an egg.
It's been told to me that someone (A Telmar? - Yo, if it was you, let me know, I owe you a liquor cabinet) pulled me away from the monster before it could step on me. I don't think I could have survived that. I know I couldn't have survived that... I was literally beaten within inches of my life. Magic. Hat. Thank you Lou.
I will be honest and admit I didn't want my family to find out right away. I was afraid of the grief and fear and anger they would have when they learned I was mostly dead. I didn't want them to worry about my recovery. The children are old enough to grasp 'death' as a concept and were prepared to never see mommy again but they didn't need to hear I was sick and COULD die. It would have been better if I just 'went away'. I think. I don't know how kids handle this shit because my relationship with Death and dying is very different.
Will I walk again? I don't know. I've been wheeled around in a damn chair, and I have a bedpan, and I take my food mostly squished up and runny. I'm being kept largely sedated on much needed pain killers. It's embarrassing as fuck for someone as independent as I am. I am not taking my anger and helplessness out on anyone save myself, and saving it for Legion. Those around me are doing their best to help, and they are filled with love and concern, so it's never fair to be angry at anyone except those to blame - me, and the enemy. I'll be damned for a duck (or swan rather - I think there were swans?) if I don't make myself get back up and walk so I can join the next fight on the ground. Because I -will- join the next fight.
Should I have fallen back? Probably. But the troops needed to see their leaders were not going to abandon them OR Bastion because they got knocked around a little. I vaguely remember I gave a speech to keep pressing on. I remember Aindre giving one hell of a good speech. Ahriman went down before I did. Lou was in the thick of it. Liara gave as good as she got, so all the Graysons all acquitted themselves properly to recover their home. Their people should be proud. I know I am.
None Greater is more than pretty words. They've proven that.
Also semi-related to Bastion- plant overgorwn animated-people are scary things to fight and it's a damn good thing I'm a packrat and keep random shit in my backpack. And many thanks to those who dragged me in to fight the Thornweavers in the past, because it may end up being a key to our future.
I am damn glad the Guild put money into making sure our patients at the hospital are comfortable because fuck, I am going to be laid up a long fucking time.
Bastion - the city streets were deserted and full of the debris one sees in a siege -except corpses. We saw none of those for a good reason.
Helene Thornweave, a sylv'alfar in service to Legion, animated them all into gargantuans. Her. AGAIN. I think I yelled that at her when I saw her. My memory of the battle is a bit fuzzy after her brother Oberion arrived. (He's on our side, as much as those elves can be said to be)
I think I got kicked once, and then a giant brought a massive amalgamated hand-fist down on top of me. Smashed me flat. If not for the fact my armor is 'reportedly' magical (I wear steelsilk and cardian wrought leathers) I think I would have died. I know for a fact the hat I had crafted shortly before the battle kept my skull from being cracked open like an egg.
It's been told to me that someone (A Telmar? - Yo, if it was you, let me know, I owe you a liquor cabinet) pulled me away from the monster before it could step on me. I don't think I could have survived that. I know I couldn't have survived that... I was literally beaten within inches of my life. Magic. Hat. Thank you Lou.
I will be honest and admit I didn't want my family to find out right away. I was afraid of the grief and fear and anger they would have when they learned I was mostly dead. I didn't want them to worry about my recovery. The children are old enough to grasp 'death' as a concept and were prepared to never see mommy again but they didn't need to hear I was sick and COULD die. It would have been better if I just 'went away'. I think. I don't know how kids handle this shit because my relationship with Death and dying is very different.
Will I walk again? I don't know. I've been wheeled around in a damn chair, and I have a bedpan, and I take my food mostly squished up and runny. I'm being kept largely sedated on much needed pain killers. It's embarrassing as fuck for someone as independent as I am. I am not taking my anger and helplessness out on anyone save myself, and saving it for Legion. Those around me are doing their best to help, and they are filled with love and concern, so it's never fair to be angry at anyone except those to blame - me, and the enemy. I'll be damned for a duck (or swan rather - I think there were swans?) if I don't make myself get back up and walk so I can join the next fight on the ground. Because I -will- join the next fight.
Should I have fallen back? Probably. But the troops needed to see their leaders were not going to abandon them OR Bastion because they got knocked around a little. I vaguely remember I gave a speech to keep pressing on. I remember Aindre giving one hell of a good speech. Ahriman went down before I did. Lou was in the thick of it. Liara gave as good as she got, so all the Graysons all acquitted themselves properly to recover their home. Their people should be proud. I know I am.
None Greater is more than pretty words. They've proven that.
Also semi-related to Bastion- plant overgorwn animated-people are scary things to fight and it's a damn good thing I'm a packrat and keep random shit in my backpack. And many thanks to those who dragged me in to fight the Thornweavers in the past, because it may end up being a key to our future.
Written By Eirene
Jan. 30, 2022, 2:46 p.m.(1/10/1017 AR)
*This journal was written at the battle-camp outside Bastion and forwarded back to the Archives and carefully transcribed into her journals. Pity to the scribe who had to interpret her chicken-scratch handwriting.*
Took a major asset away from the enemy. Hopefully sent souls to the Wheel. Everything is as ready as I can make it.
Neither chance nor fate. And for Kin and Honor.
Eirene
Took a major asset away from the enemy. Hopefully sent souls to the Wheel. Everything is as ready as I can make it.
Neither chance nor fate. And for Kin and Honor.
Eirene
Written By Eirene
Jan. 25, 2022, 10:05 a.m.(12/28/1016 AR)
This journal may embarrass them someday, or embarrass me now; but fuck it. I love my family. Riven. Malvici. My husband. My wonderful little monster children. It needs to be said else it go unspoken and forgotten when I am gone. Not that I have intentions of leaving, no. But one never knows what the world may hold in the days to come.
I soon go to Bastion- for Grayson, for King and Compact. But mostly out of spite, though, towards our enemies. Any chance to extract a pound of flesh is worth taking these days.
I soon go to Bastion- for Grayson, for King and Compact. But mostly out of spite, though, towards our enemies. Any chance to extract a pound of flesh is worth taking these days.
Written By Eirene
Jan. 25, 2022, 10:03 a.m.(12/28/1016 AR)
Normally you describe fruit as per the taste. Sweet. Salty. Savoury. Sour. Tangy. (I needed a word to break up the S's.) But this time, the fruit was sad. It held emotion more than taste. But for posterity it was a mix between an apple and a pear. Context: A memory made physical, a longing and sorrow for a life not lived as it could have been.
Written By Eirene
Jan. 21, 2022, 1:07 p.m.(12/20/1016 AR)
Gave a rousing lecture on leeches and maggots and modern scientific uses of each. Did you know that leeches have over 30 brains? I cannot confirm, but I may be able to soon enough. Long story, to be told in the future...
Written By Eirene
Jan. 13, 2022, 6:58 p.m.(12/5/1016 AR)
Relationship Note on Zakhar
He's a bloody genius of an artist. The Physicians Guild now has a carved anatomical doll for lecture and review purposes. Much cleaner than dissecting pigs for an idea of what's inside. My children, proving they're MY CHILDREN, want to play with it and stab it with their toy swords, then 'sew' it back up. Maybe I'll commission a second one for them as a midwinter gift.
Written By Eirene
Jan. 13, 2022, 6:56 p.m.(12/5/1016 AR)
I don't know if I should be mad the Abyssal/Weird shit started after I left, or if I should be honored that the abyssal/weird shit waited for me to leave before screwing around...
Written By Eirene
Dec. 30, 2021, 10:24 a.m.(11/4/1016 AR)
Plotting revenge is good. I just have so many targets it's hard to focus sometimes. Executing it, (or executing them) that's the tricky part.
Written By Eirene
Dec. 17, 2021, 10:29 a.m.(10/6/1016 AR)
Relationship Note on Elara
(Should be Eleyna, not Elara)
Written By Eirene
Dec. 17, 2021, 10:11 a.m.(10/6/1016 AR)
First I'm hearing my dead Velenosa husband Cicero deep within this fog - perhaps he's joined the Choir of the Dead?
Now I'm seeing ghosts in the Black Fox. What the fuck is going on?
Now I'm seeing ghosts in the Black Fox. What the fuck is going on?
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