Written By Ford
May 19, 2017, 10:45 p.m.(6/28/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Freja
Well..
That was interesting.
That was interesting.
Written By Ford
May 18, 2017, 4:31 a.m.(6/24/1006 AR)
Reports of my death and/or illness are greatly exaggerated.
Hate to disappoint you all.
Hate to disappoint you all.
Written By Ford
May 3, 2017, 7:38 p.m.(5/23/1006 AR)
I feel as though I've had this headache for the past week and a half. Just when it begins to mellow out, something else crops up to bring it back to the forefront of my brain parts.
That being said, things are not as bad as they could be.
That being said, things are not as bad as they could be.
Written By Ford
April 22, 2017, 8:37 p.m.(4/26/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Octavia
You were wrong. And that's okay. What happened would have happened no matter what you chose to do.
Her death is not on you. It's on the men who killed her.
I love you. Always.
Her death is not on you. It's on the men who killed her.
I love you. Always.
Written By Ford
April 20, 2017, 5:05 p.m.(4/22/1006 AR)
*** As dictated to Barbara Warren by Ford Kennex ***
I can just see it Babs, Brand is standing outside the walls with his spyglass, looking in on us bumbling about and apparently trying to start a war among ourselves, he looks back to his men and shouts, "Pack it in boys! They're doing the work for us!" All the mind controlled shavs cheer and shout, because he made them or something. I see Brand as the type to be his own biggest fan.
** As submitted to the Archive **
Note by Barbara: Actually this doesn't need adjusting, scholar. It's fairly succinct. Submit as is.
I can just see it Babs, Brand is standing outside the walls with his spyglass, looking in on us bumbling about and apparently trying to start a war among ourselves, he looks back to his men and shouts, "Pack it in boys! They're doing the work for us!" All the mind controlled shavs cheer and shout, because he made them or something. I see Brand as the type to be his own biggest fan.
** As submitted to the Archive **
Note by Barbara: Actually this doesn't need adjusting, scholar. It's fairly succinct. Submit as is.
Written By Ford
April 18, 2017, 3:21 p.m.(4/18/1006 AR)
**As reported by Ford's assistant and secretary Barbara**
HAHAH! Banned alcohol!? OH please, between Max and I, we have enough kept here to keep the city running for another month. Uh huh, sure, I'd love to see that jumped up little shit try and come take it from me. This prohibition can go fuck itself.
**Message delivered**
These are tough times and I think we all need to set our vices to the side and come together as a people to power through hardships.
HAHAH! Banned alcohol!? OH please, between Max and I, we have enough kept here to keep the city running for another month. Uh huh, sure, I'd love to see that jumped up little shit try and come take it from me. This prohibition can go fuck itself.
**Message delivered**
These are tough times and I think we all need to set our vices to the side and come together as a people to power through hardships.
Written By Ford
April 14, 2017, 9:19 p.m.(4/10/1006 AR)
I am a Mainlander. I am a Saffron Islander. I am Thrax. I am Oathland. I am Lycene.
I'm a child of three homes. When I lived in each of those homes I met so many different kinds of people, stuffy, brash, crude, lovely, warm, charming, sweet, upstanding, stalwart, heroic, and wise. I loved some, hated some, and was indifferent to others. One thing, however, that they all agree on, is that war is horrible.
It's a horrible, horrible thing to do to people. Simply the notion of what it is is abhorrent. To gather up as many people that aren't -you- and send them knowingly to their deaths. There is inherently, no honor in that.
We are at war, The Compact, on two fronts. One here at home, and the other out in a sea that we haven't even mapped out properly yet. Unfortunately, during the theater at sea, some terrible things were done. They were done to secure victory, to ensure it. Do I agree with them? No. Not in the slightest. Did they sway the tide of that initial campaign? Unquestionably.
We can discuss and point fingers and condemn one another until we're all blue in the face about who committed a worse atrocity. Yes, the leadership of the Compact agreed that sending 13 people to a sacrificial ritual was in our best interest. Yes, biological warfare was used against Shavs in the Saffron, including innocent people.
This was all done in the name of survival. Because this is what war does to us. It turns us as a people into the worst versions of ourselves.
There is no right way or, GOOD way to fight a war. There is no honor in killing others. Condemning those fighting for us, all of us from the King, down to the poor bastard who hangs out in front of the Traders Tavern with a pot to collect silver. That doesn't inspire those of us who are fighting to continue fighting. But we will, because we must. Even if we come home to hateful words, condemnation, and rescinded trade agreements.
War fucking sucks. But someone has to fight it.
I'm a child of three homes. When I lived in each of those homes I met so many different kinds of people, stuffy, brash, crude, lovely, warm, charming, sweet, upstanding, stalwart, heroic, and wise. I loved some, hated some, and was indifferent to others. One thing, however, that they all agree on, is that war is horrible.
It's a horrible, horrible thing to do to people. Simply the notion of what it is is abhorrent. To gather up as many people that aren't -you- and send them knowingly to their deaths. There is inherently, no honor in that.
We are at war, The Compact, on two fronts. One here at home, and the other out in a sea that we haven't even mapped out properly yet. Unfortunately, during the theater at sea, some terrible things were done. They were done to secure victory, to ensure it. Do I agree with them? No. Not in the slightest. Did they sway the tide of that initial campaign? Unquestionably.
We can discuss and point fingers and condemn one another until we're all blue in the face about who committed a worse atrocity. Yes, the leadership of the Compact agreed that sending 13 people to a sacrificial ritual was in our best interest. Yes, biological warfare was used against Shavs in the Saffron, including innocent people.
This was all done in the name of survival. Because this is what war does to us. It turns us as a people into the worst versions of ourselves.
There is no right way or, GOOD way to fight a war. There is no honor in killing others. Condemning those fighting for us, all of us from the King, down to the poor bastard who hangs out in front of the Traders Tavern with a pot to collect silver. That doesn't inspire those of us who are fighting to continue fighting. But we will, because we must. Even if we come home to hateful words, condemnation, and rescinded trade agreements.
War fucking sucks. But someone has to fight it.
Written By Ford
April 10, 2017, 5:47 p.m.(4/2/1006 AR)
To the owner of the mountain of clothes laying in one of the hallways of the Redrain Villa,
Your hastily discarded adornments are now hidden in various places throughout Arx.
Good luck.
Your hastily discarded adornments are now hidden in various places throughout Arx.
Good luck.
Written By Ford
April 9, 2017, 1:18 a.m.(3/27/1006 AR)
Did I witness a God with my own eyes?
Yes.
Did it feel like my very insides were trying to escape my skin?
Yes.
Do I trust the gift she bestowed upon 'her priest'?
Not for a fucking second.
Yes.
Did it feel like my very insides were trying to escape my skin?
Yes.
Do I trust the gift she bestowed upon 'her priest'?
Not for a fucking second.
Written By Ford
March 23, 2017, 10:53 p.m.(2/22/1006 AR)
Seem that duchys are getting handed out like candied petals lately.
Where does the queue form?
Where does the queue form?
Written By Ford
March 19, 2017, 11:28 p.m.(2/15/1006 AR)
I'm sorry. Am I supposed to feel pity for a girl who belongs to one of the biggest criminal families in the Lower Boroughs?
Because I don't.
You want money for food, girl. Come talk to me. You can work for it.
Like everyone else. And it's in a white journal. For everyone to see. I am offering you work. Consistent pay. Throw that in my face? Then we'll see who is all talk.
Because I don't.
You want money for food, girl. Come talk to me. You can work for it.
Like everyone else. And it's in a white journal. For everyone to see. I am offering you work. Consistent pay. Throw that in my face? Then we'll see who is all talk.
Written By Ford
March 19, 2017, 11:01 p.m.(2/15/1006 AR)
What's that? The nobility can go fuck themselves because they distribute their money among those who need it? As opposed to just giving it to you directly?
Gods, the nerve.
Imagine, if the nobility went around giving their money to ONLY the people who need it.(read: think they need it) Or, if they went around givin-- wait a minute. I know what you're thinking, 'Why Ford, what you're describing sounds an awful lot like a charity!'
By Jove, you're right. What I'm describing -is- a fucking charity.
You're not special. You don't deserve more because you think you should. If you're truly in need, you'll get your share. Like all the other people who need it just as much as you. But if you, even after all that, think that you still deserve more. Don't complain to the nobility. Tell it to the people who also need help and assistance. I'm sure they'd love to hear how you're better than them.
But what do I know? I'm just nobility.
Gods, the nerve.
Imagine, if the nobility went around giving their money to ONLY the people who need it.(read: think they need it) Or, if they went around givin-- wait a minute. I know what you're thinking, 'Why Ford, what you're describing sounds an awful lot like a charity!'
By Jove, you're right. What I'm describing -is- a fucking charity.
You're not special. You don't deserve more because you think you should. If you're truly in need, you'll get your share. Like all the other people who need it just as much as you. But if you, even after all that, think that you still deserve more. Don't complain to the nobility. Tell it to the people who also need help and assistance. I'm sure they'd love to hear how you're better than them.
But what do I know? I'm just nobility.
Written By Ford
March 16, 2017, 7:37 p.m.(2/8/1006 AR)
There's a young Lady out there, writing the most incredible whites I've read in a long time.
Unfortunately, she signs them all as 'me'.
If anyone can point me in the direction of this exquisite journal artiste, I'll be entirely in your debt.
I must know this person.
Unfortunately, she signs them all as 'me'.
If anyone can point me in the direction of this exquisite journal artiste, I'll be entirely in your debt.
I must know this person.
Written By Ford
March 12, 2017, 10:25 p.m.(1/28/1006 AR)
It's not often that I vaguely complain about something in a journal.
This is not where I start. Instead I'll simply be vague about my vague grievances. So that whoever reads this will feel an equally vague sympathy, or, vague indifference.
Grumble grumble grumble. Moan moan moan.
I'm full of angst and I want people to notice my inner turmoil that I really should keep to myself.
This is not where I start. Instead I'll simply be vague about my vague grievances. So that whoever reads this will feel an equally vague sympathy, or, vague indifference.
Grumble grumble grumble. Moan moan moan.
I'm full of angst and I want people to notice my inner turmoil that I really should keep to myself.
Written By Ford
March 6, 2017, 6:09 p.m.(1/16/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Donella
I shared breakfast with Princess Donella this morning. The conversation was light, heavy, medium, yet it never got grim or melancholy.
Best of all, I think she enjoyed the typical Stormward breakfast.
I find myself delighted by the woman's company, and I look forward to seeking out her company and advice more in the future.
Best of all, I think she enjoyed the typical Stormward breakfast.
I find myself delighted by the woman's company, and I look forward to seeking out her company and advice more in the future.
Written By Ford
March 4, 2017, 10:40 p.m.(1/13/1006 AR)
Perhaps a gainer off the crows nest would have won me the tournament.
Hm.
Either way. I still looked sweet as hell.
Hm.
Either way. I still looked sweet as hell.
Written By Ford
Feb. 28, 2017, 2:11 a.m.(1/3/1006 AR)
**As reported by Ford's assistant and secretary Barbara**
Another fucking duel? Do these children know what's encroaching on our doors? I should hope so, there's more important shit to worry about than...what.. what does this say? 'I AM OFFENDED THAT YOU SAID A THING OFFHANDEDLY IN A WHIT--' This is madness. Utter. Fucking. Madness. But hey, they were slighted weren't they? Stop everything Barbara, a Prince or whatever the fuck was slighted. I shouldn't say that too loud, someone might hear and challenge me to a fucking duel.
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As Documented by the Archivist;
Lords. Ladies. Surely, you all can appreciate that there are far more pressing matters to attend than another duel set for a week from now? Surely. Why waste your energy and anger on one another when that can be turned towards the enemy?
Please.
Marquis Ford Kennex
Another fucking duel? Do these children know what's encroaching on our doors? I should hope so, there's more important shit to worry about than...what.. what does this say? 'I AM OFFENDED THAT YOU SAID A THING OFFHANDEDLY IN A WHIT--' This is madness. Utter. Fucking. Madness. But hey, they were slighted weren't they? Stop everything Barbara, a Prince or whatever the fuck was slighted. I shouldn't say that too loud, someone might hear and challenge me to a fucking duel.
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As Documented by the Archivist;
Lords. Ladies. Surely, you all can appreciate that there are far more pressing matters to attend than another duel set for a week from now? Surely. Why waste your energy and anger on one another when that can be turned towards the enemy?
Please.
Marquis Ford Kennex
Written By Ford
Feb. 19, 2017, 2:04 p.m.(12/14/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Abbas
I've seen some shit.
No, not the horrors of battle. Not the shocking and stomach churning viscera that streaks battlefields red.
No.
I watched a man, and his skeleton crew, lure out six ships into a storm. I watched that man send those six ships to the depths without so much as a scratch, all while the storm threw his ship to and fro.
Mangata smiles down on Abbas Thrax. And that scares the shit out of me.
No, not the horrors of battle. Not the shocking and stomach churning viscera that streaks battlefields red.
No.
I watched a man, and his skeleton crew, lure out six ships into a storm. I watched that man send those six ships to the depths without so much as a scratch, all while the storm threw his ship to and fro.
Mangata smiles down on Abbas Thrax. And that scares the shit out of me.
Written By Ford
Feb. 17, 2017, 12:36 a.m.(12/9/1005 AR)
Octavia, Niklas, and even Cecilia are here in Arx now.
I very literally don't know what to do with myself. Where Octavia is the very same Octavia I remember from when I was...one of my first memories is of me and her trying to work our way onto the kitchen counters to grab the sweets. We worked well together, even as young children. Now that we're adults, we will be unstoppable.
Niklas and Ceci, however.. are strangers to me. Niklas was a babbling infant when I left for Sanctum, Cecilia not even born yet.
I see them walking around the house I built for us all here. And for all my diplomacy, for all my charm and cunning, I haven't a clue of how to approach them. I'm lost around them, and it pains me. They're my own flesh and blood.
I hope, truly hope, that one day I can know them as my brother and sister.
I very literally don't know what to do with myself. Where Octavia is the very same Octavia I remember from when I was...one of my first memories is of me and her trying to work our way onto the kitchen counters to grab the sweets. We worked well together, even as young children. Now that we're adults, we will be unstoppable.
Niklas and Ceci, however.. are strangers to me. Niklas was a babbling infant when I left for Sanctum, Cecilia not even born yet.
I see them walking around the house I built for us all here. And for all my diplomacy, for all my charm and cunning, I haven't a clue of how to approach them. I'm lost around them, and it pains me. They're my own flesh and blood.
I hope, truly hope, that one day I can know them as my brother and sister.
Written By Ford
Feb. 13, 2017, 5:06 p.m.(12/2/1005 AR)
That was a joke, scholar.
Stop trying to take my pen.
Stop trying to take my pen.
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