Written By Oliver
July 8, 2018, 6:32 p.m.(2/26/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
Written By Oliver
July 7, 2018, 7:07 p.m.(2/24/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
My WIFE!
Somebody pinch me, because I'm sure I must be dreaming. Actually, on second thought, please don't. If it is a dream, it's not one I plan on waking from.
Written By Oliver
July 4, 2018, 1 p.m.(2/18/1009 AR)
But every so often, I get to sewing something for somebody and it turns out to be more extravagent than anything I've ever made with pelts - and I've worked with some pretty damn exotic leathers over my days. But there is that moment, after you've taken a shapeless sheet of fabric and turned it into something that someone's going to wear and hopefully remember for the rest of their days, and you just feel /good/. Accomplished, maybe. Yeah, that's definitely how I feel today. Accomplished.
Written By Oliver
July 1, 2018, 8:09 p.m.(2/12/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
She said yes.
I cannot wait to make you my wife, Joscelin.
Written By Oliver
July 1, 2018, 11:32 a.m.(2/12/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
I suppose you can assume that those conversations went well. Not only am I alive (and not suffering from even a single stab wound, although many threats were made), but you'll soon wake up and find the gifts I've left you, sitting on the kitchen table.
You will know where to find me. Please don't make me wait too terribly long. It is still cold outside.
Written By Oliver
July 1, 2018, 1:11 a.m.(2/11/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Sameera
I can never repay it now. You are gone. I did not get to say goodbye. You were not an affectionate woman, but if you were here now, I would hug you and tell you thank you. Because if it were not for you, I would not have the future that I do.
The banker told me that you saved thousands of economic writs for the Coldrains. It is in your memory that I offered them to Lady Carita to assist in the rebuilding of Darkwater. I hope that they are used to help people like you and me - former Thralls, who did not ask for their chains, but are trying to make a better life for themselves now that those bounds are broken. It is the least I can do, for the life you gave me, to give the same to others.
I loved you as a sister, Sameera. Thank you for everything.
Written By Oliver
June 29, 2018, 8:39 p.m.(2/8/1009 AR)
My favorite story had always been about how my father took my mother to be his bride. My family was of no particular importance; my father was not a chieftan or anyone of notable status. My father, like his father and grandfather and great-grandfather before him, had been a simple man. A warrior. He had little to his name - a place to call home, a few horses, his weapons and his armor, but little else - but it had been good enough for him. Until he met my mother. Returning from a raid, bruised and bloodied, he'd seen her washing laundry down by a small river. I don't recall my mother being of any significant beauty, but I remember clearly how my father would speak of her, as though she were the most magnificent thing in the world. He was a bit of a romantic, my father. I suppose that is one trait he handed down to me.
And when he saw her - my mother, a simple laundress, a caretaker for the warriors in her home - he knew that he had everything a man could want except for her. He set off to woo her, but for whatever reason she had paid him no mind, and I think it only made him want to wed her that much more. One day, he'd gone down to the river while she was washing her piles of clothes, and he attempted to lend a hand. She'd gotten annoyed by the assistance, she was fiercely independent, and when she tried to tug one of the bed sheets he'd grabbed out of his hand, he fell with the momentum and sprained his sword arm. I think perhaps she'd felt bad for him, maybe a little guilty, but from that day, they were inseparable.
It was tradition in my tribe that when one person desired to wed another, they would receive a blessing from the tribe Shaman and then stand vigil at the family home of their intended. They would bring a gift for the family and a gift for their desired, and they would wait outside in whatever weather until they were invited in, and then they would be wed. It usually only took a few hours, no more than a day. My father chose the evening of a storm to begin his vigil for my mother. He received the blessings he needed and stood outside in the rain and the wind and the lightning, and took no food or drink as was custom.
She made him wait three days.
It always used to make me laugh when he told me this story, trying to imagine my father - who was as tall as I am now, and as broad as a mountain - standing outside, soaking wet, hungry and thirsty, waiting for my mother to let him in the house, and somehow remaining incredibly patient.
I was eleven when my mother passed from a horrific illness that plagued her for months before it finally took her life. I was twelve when my father, who was far too prideful to bend the knee, was killed in front of me. I did not laugh about this story for years. In fact, I did my best to put the memory of this tale aside, and never think of it again. But today? Perhaps it is because I am older, perhaps it is because I finally know something that my father knew for years. Today, I am thinking about this story again.. and I am finally able to laugh once more.
Written By Oliver
June 28, 2018, 9:52 p.m.(2/7/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Victus
Written By Oliver
June 26, 2018, 9:31 p.m.(2/3/1009 AR)
Written By Oliver
June 25, 2018, 5:16 p.m.(1/28/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
I will even selflessly volunteer as an assistant to the reprisal. Only so that I can be sure justice is dealt well and truly.
Written By Oliver
June 24, 2018, 3:56 p.m.(1/26/1009 AR)
Written By Oliver
June 24, 2018, 2:32 p.m.(1/26/1009 AR)
Written By Oliver
June 15, 2018, 10:15 p.m.(1/9/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Mirari
Are you by chance inviting us to come and argue at your place?
Written By Oliver
June 15, 2018, 9:57 p.m.(1/9/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
Why bother with the charade? We both know how this ends.
Besides. The divan makes my back hurt.
Written By Oliver
June 15, 2018, 9:44 p.m.(1/9/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Percephon
Written By Oliver
June 15, 2018, 9:02 p.m.(1/9/1009 AR)
It now farts on command.
Written By Oliver
June 8, 2018, 12:15 a.m.(12/8/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
Written By Oliver
June 5, 2018, 12:13 p.m.(12/3/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Ida
Written By Oliver
June 4, 2018, 8:33 p.m.(12/1/1008 AR)
Forget what I said before, Scholar. It feels damn good to be home.
Written By Oliver
June 3, 2018, 11:54 p.m.(11/28/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
I am very glad however that she can't throw to save her life.
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