Written By Victus
Dec. 4, 2021, 10:57 a.m.(9/8/1016 AR)
I wonder how many trees I could plant in the courtyard before we're physically unable to leave our homes.
Written By Victus
Nov. 30, 2021, 12:57 a.m.(8/27/1016 AR)
Cannot fucking believe I still find spiders in the basement when we have the most aggressive cat humankind has ever been cursed with.
Do your damn job, feline.
Do your damn job, feline.
Written By Victus
Nov. 25, 2021, 7:02 p.m.(8/19/1016 AR)
I really can't understand how a seagull can be happy with who they are. Their entire life is scream, steal, shit and die.
Rats of the sky. We don't need them near as much as they need us -- the parasitic cartons.
Rats of the sky. We don't need them near as much as they need us -- the parasitic cartons.
Written By Victus
Sept. 12, 2021, 3:15 p.m.(3/11/1016 AR)
It's always refreshing to be validated.
Written By Victus
July 5, 2021, 1:23 p.m.(10/13/1015 AR)
Astrid dug a hole in the courtyard and insisted we needed a moat.
It's not a bad idea, but I wish she hadn't started at the bushes.
It's not a bad idea, but I wish she hadn't started at the bushes.
Written By Victus
April 21, 2021, 7:20 p.m.(5/3/1015 AR)
Astrid was in a mood today. Barely hefting her little toy axe with any enthusiasm. I stopped and asked her what's got her so damn glum, she's a Princess, she's got a whole lot to smile about. As it would happen, she started giving me grief about some new book her brother had been gifted. Talking about its fancy cover, its big words, the paintings inside. The girl was jealous.
Didn't care for that, not at all. So I knelt down in front of her and told her straight.
"You only look in your neighbor's bowl to make sure they have enough. No other reason."
She scrunched her nose at me, pouted, and brooded off into the corner. I'm not sure whether to count that as a success just yet, since she still seems glum. Who knows, maybe it just needs time to take root. Or maybe she's planning to 'get back' at me, or her sibling.
Who knows. Been doing this for years now and I still can't figure out children.
Didn't care for that, not at all. So I knelt down in front of her and told her straight.
"You only look in your neighbor's bowl to make sure they have enough. No other reason."
She scrunched her nose at me, pouted, and brooded off into the corner. I'm not sure whether to count that as a success just yet, since she still seems glum. Who knows, maybe it just needs time to take root. Or maybe she's planning to 'get back' at me, or her sibling.
Who knows. Been doing this for years now and I still can't figure out children.
Written By Victus
March 27, 2021, 3:38 p.m.(3/9/1015 AR)
I wonder how I could make my bedroom more otter accessible. I don't need to worry about these things with the cat, she's instilled a sense of fear in the household strong enough to be obeyed by the servants.
Scarf though. He's a kind soul. Too kind. Waits for things politely and what not. Maybe I could dig a hole through the wall at about floor-level? Small and tube-like?
I should probably ask a professional.
Scarf though. He's a kind soul. Too kind. Waits for things politely and what not. Maybe I could dig a hole through the wall at about floor-level? Small and tube-like?
I should probably ask a professional.
Written By Victus
March 9, 2021, 3 a.m.(1/28/1015 AR)
I had an idea for a chariot brimming with spikes. In retrospect, perhaps this would not have been very sporting. Luckily, it never evolved past a conceptual stage.
Unluckily, I have several shards of metal to dispose of before the children find them.
Unluckily, I have several shards of metal to dispose of before the children find them.
Written By Victus
Feb. 25, 2021, 11:42 p.m.(1/6/1015 AR)
I’ve awoken to a missive most appreciated. The man penned that he’d taken our enemies head on. Put them to the blade and let their treasures spill freely.
Ah. It’s always a good morning when it begins with such fine news.
Ah. It’s always a good morning when it begins with such fine news.
Written By Victus
Feb. 11, 2021, 8:12 p.m.(12/3/1014 AR)
My favorite kind of mask is the one that just looks like a face. But metal. It's really ingenious. If you want to cover your identity, just throw another face over it.
Written By Victus
Feb. 8, 2021, 3:18 p.m.(11/24/1014 AR)
"I can't believe you vandalized the throne".
As if you've never carved your name into your assigned seating once in your life. Bah.
As if you've never carved your name into your assigned seating once in your life. Bah.
Written By Victus
Feb. 1, 2021, 8:03 p.m.(11/11/1014 AR)
How absurd a man has to be to think that Mangata herself would bring unfavorable winds. This heretic believes he understands the Pantheon's will? That the Gods would be responsible for murder and destruction of their own followers?
His following may as well declare what they are. Dangerous, spiteful cultists that threaten our way of life, hiding behind a traditionalist veil to peddle their lies.
His following may as well declare what they are. Dangerous, spiteful cultists that threaten our way of life, hiding behind a traditionalist veil to peddle their lies.
Written By Victus
Jan. 9, 2021, 5:53 p.m.(9/21/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Alaric
Where the fuck does he get that many cats? Who's breeding cats in the Palace? Where are the individuals responsible for creating a menagerie of felines in the goddamn Crownlands?
They're going to decimate the seagulls.
They're going to decimate the seagulls.
Written By Victus
Dec. 27, 2020, 2:16 a.m.(8/21/1014 AR)
I thought I’d lost the cat for good. It had been gone nearly four days. Perhaps it had ventured to the grey forest to be with its fellow savage beasts. Or finally had gotten so sick of Scarf it couldn’t bear to be here a moment more.
No. None of that. It was just accumulating its trophies of mice and birds in a hole it’d dug under a shrubbery in the courtyard.
At least they’re not in the house like usual. Astrid may stop worrying for her feline friend for awhile more.
No. None of that. It was just accumulating its trophies of mice and birds in a hole it’d dug under a shrubbery in the courtyard.
At least they’re not in the house like usual. Astrid may stop worrying for her feline friend for awhile more.
Written By Victus
Dec. 21, 2020, 1:51 a.m.(8/9/1014 AR)
The young Prince’s death is unfortunate. We, the Arvani, were fortunate to have a mind well suited to our enemy’s political designs. The tragedy strikes a blow to the war effort. One that we shall recover from.
Condolences to Lady Monique Greenmarch. May the trust placed in Miss Bahiya and Princess Katarina ensure quick healing from our loss.
Condolences to Lady Monique Greenmarch. May the trust placed in Miss Bahiya and Princess Katarina ensure quick healing from our loss.
Written By Victus
Dec. 15, 2020, 1:27 p.m.(7/26/1014 AR)
I have too many animals.
Written By Victus
Dec. 6, 2020, 4:36 p.m.(7/8/1014 AR)
The otter is learning to fence after his brush with Prince Rupert Croakington the XII. His singing has stopped. Although we've chosen to record the song anyway, lest we forget what horror we went through.
"Follow the yellow stick toad.
Follow the yellow stick toad.
Follow, follow, follow, follow,
Follow the yellow stick toad!"
I am sober at the time of submitting this journal for entry into the archives.
"Follow the yellow stick toad.
Follow the yellow stick toad.
Follow, follow, follow, follow,
Follow the yellow stick toad!"
I am sober at the time of submitting this journal for entry into the archives.
Written By Victus
Nov. 13, 2020, 7:57 p.m.(5/18/1014 AR)
Perhaps it's a wise time to jot down something wise and optimistic. Make some long speech on the troubles we face and our inevitable triumph over all that threatens us. I have never been a man who could put things to flowery words.
I am one who better deals in blunt truths. We have spoken in a theatre of diplomacy. We have conceded to points, tightened our enforcement of sacred tradition. We have seen a man break the holy sanctuary of the church and attack holy ground. We have heard him declare his allegiance to a long dead king, who arrives from a kingdom built on slaves to conquer us. Still, men come armed with weapons and leave a trail of bodies in the heart of the city.
They try to burn our homes, spill our sibling's blood, take our children from their mother's arms. They do it for him. The oathbreaker. The apostate. The murderer. The traitor.
A cathedral burns. A Dominus is dead.
Harden your heart and prepare to act. We will defend ourselves. We will rise from our ashes. We will draw blood from their guilt and drown them in it.
Tears in our wake, never at our wake.
I am one who better deals in blunt truths. We have spoken in a theatre of diplomacy. We have conceded to points, tightened our enforcement of sacred tradition. We have seen a man break the holy sanctuary of the church and attack holy ground. We have heard him declare his allegiance to a long dead king, who arrives from a kingdom built on slaves to conquer us. Still, men come armed with weapons and leave a trail of bodies in the heart of the city.
They try to burn our homes, spill our sibling's blood, take our children from their mother's arms. They do it for him. The oathbreaker. The apostate. The murderer. The traitor.
A cathedral burns. A Dominus is dead.
Harden your heart and prepare to act. We will defend ourselves. We will rise from our ashes. We will draw blood from their guilt and drown them in it.
Tears in our wake, never at our wake.
Written By Victus
Nov. 13, 2020, 1:32 a.m.(5/17/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Orazio
There is not much for me to say. He and I did not enjoy each other’s company so much as tolerate it.
He deserved better than this. He deserved to live long and find a peaceful end.
May those behind this assassination die swiftly. It is more than they deserve.
He deserved better than this. He deserved to live long and find a peaceful end.
May those behind this assassination die swiftly. It is more than they deserve.
Written By Victus
Nov. 1, 2020, 7:26 p.m.(4/22/1014 AR)
Scarf has started to sing. I'm sure it sounds lovely to his own kind, but to us it's more like screeching. I've less an understanding of otters than I did before I owned this pet.
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