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Written By Eirene

Dec. 8, 2016, 11:45 a.m.(5/1/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Orazio

**As reported by Eirene's aide de camp Carissa**

Send 'Razio a note will you?

I was going to troll the Feast but Caly thinks it would be a really bad idea, and Kima's afraid I'll make Hadrian look like a moron. We should go get drinks sometime when you're not priesting it officially.

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Message sent:
Esteemed Archlector - I had hoped to attend the Feast of Obligation and offer much needed levity but I fear I have been asked not to attend by the Voice of my house for fear my unrefined airs may insult yourself or my nephew the Duke of Southport. Accept my regrets and an invitation for a more personal gathering as your duties permit.

Written By Eirene

Dec. 8, 2016, 11:17 a.m.(5/1/1005 AR)

Things I learned at my family dinner...

Kima and Costas are closer than I expected them to be.

Eos has good taste in pretty young things.

Costas really likes his pork-chops.

I am not allowed to crash the Feast of Obligation and mock it for the dog and pony show it is.

Written By Eirene

Dec. 7, 2016, 7:54 p.m.(4/27/1005 AR)

I told the story about Penni and the dog to see just how many people I could gross out. Punchline is as good as ever. I should write to her and see how that wooden leg is treating her. I bet the dog is dead by Joe.

Written By Eirene

Dec. 7, 2016, 6:43 p.m.(4/27/1005 AR)

Stairs are my natural enemy.

Not horses. Not ships.

Stairs.

Written By Eirene

Dec. 6, 2016, 11:31 a.m.(4/23/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Damon

I'm Lyceni. How bad can someone elses' idea of 'slinky dress' be? Right?

I know I will regret this.

Written By Eirene

Dec. 6, 2016, 11:30 a.m.(4/23/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Natalia

Message sent on the announcement of Princess Natalia's betrothal to Prince Dagon

My Condolences

Written By Eirene

Dec. 4, 2016, 9:02 p.m.(4/18/1005 AR)

Even if I've not slept much at all since I came to this fucking city, I'm glad I've came.

Working as part of a unit again, even for the fucked up purpose we had... it was reassuring. Finding new people I can trust and rely on is good.

Finding new kinds of liquor I can drink is even better.

Yes, I'm a fucking lush. It's no secret. Spend your life as a doctor and see what I've seen and see if you don't prefer a gentle state of inebriation to sober harsh reality.

Written By Eirene

Dec. 4, 2016, 12:29 p.m.(4/17/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Kima

Bit rowdy as a kid but she's matured and become a good warrior, capable, and worthy of wielding the ancient sword of Southport. Trust is becoming more and more important and she has minje.

Written By Eirene

Dec. 4, 2016, 12:26 p.m.(4/17/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Aislin

How frustrating it must be to have you whole life reduced to 'aww, what cute stories' followed by 'Wait, what, you knew all along?! Why didn't you tell us?!' Capable woman. Good with common folk.

Written By Eirene

Dec. 4, 2016, 12:24 p.m.(4/17/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Victus

As usual, I find myself getting along -very- well with Thraxians. I don't agree with the whole Thrall bullshit but they as individuals are intelligent, cunning, capable, and honorable in their own way. He's no different and I feel a strange kind of 'out of my element' bond with him.

Written By Eirene

Dec. 3, 2016, 12:33 p.m.(4/14/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Sophie

**As reported by Eirene's aide de camp Carissa..**

Another one? Is she thinking I'm pissed off at her or something? I'm not mad, it's cute. I'm fine. She's fine. It's... Gads... Send her a note back...

Highness, blah blah, I'm glad you think so highly of me, we medics have to stick together especially in the shitstorm that's slowly barreling down on our heads, if I ever get in shit that's too much for me to handle I'll turn to you first cause I know you won't jack me up or leave me with really ugly scars.

**Message delivered to Princess Sophie**
Your highness, it's reassuring to know I have such good friends in Arx. We of the healer's persuasion will certainly need to band together when times grow dark, as we fear they will shortly. Should I ever find myself with wounds too serious for my own abilities to tend, I will certainly place myself in your care as I trust your skill as much as my own.

In friendship, Eirene Malvici.

Written By Eirene

Dec. 3, 2016, 10:33 a.m.(4/14/1005 AR)

Every inch of me hurts like crazy. I haven't fought in such an insane melee in years. I think it was some anniversary of somebody's victory or perhaps one of Hadrian's birthdays. I can't remember.

I'd say I acquitted myself well. I scored some good hits on men who are constantly training and perfecting their skill. Held my own pretty well until the end. I'd like to think I helped Kima take that final victory by keeping Aaron off of her for a while. Whatever; it was fun and I think the two of us showed well by Southport.

I was partnered with a smithy named Ida. Girl brought a pair of fists to a swordfight. I guess she makes them and hasn't any clue to use 'em. She's very cheerful and enjoys the spirit of the sport. Punches like a mulekick too, though perhaps if she's going to enter melee tourneys we should see about getting her some gauntlets or knuckles or something...

Anyhow - I did right by my house and my name. And even did the medic thing with the Mercy's afterwards - once my own bells stopped ringing.

Written By Eirene

Dec. 2, 2016, 4 p.m.(4/11/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Dawn

**As provided by Eirene's assistant and guardswoman, Carissa**

Who the fuck nominated me for Minister of Farming? Do I look like a gods-damned farmer? Hilarious. Send Dawn a message...

Lady Regent Dawn, blah blah titles - she's nice, make sure it sounds proper and call her a Grayson; she is one and who cares if her mother wasn't some jumped up princess too?

Nice that someone thought of me for the post but I grow my own fucking herbs and shit so I can ensure the medicines aren't screwed up by someone else. There's no way you want me to handle the kingdom's farms and production, I'd fuck that up pretty bad. But however I can help I'd be happy to, and it'd be nice to sit and talk with you - but seriously, I'm so wrong for a minister's post.

*Letter transcribed and sent*
To the esteemed Lady Regent, Dawn; born of house Grayson-

While I am pleased someone thought so highly of me to make the nomination, I fear my skills are best described as a home gardener and herbal enthusiast. Crops and agricultural management on the level of a kingdomwide scale are far out of my scope of knowledge. I will be happy to serve in whatever capacity I am able and would honored to accept your invitation, but I will openly confess I am wrong for a ministerial post.
-Lady Eirene Malvici

Written By Eirene

Dec. 1, 2016, 4:12 p.m.(4/8/1005 AR)

So it's poetry you all want, eh?

There once was a girl from Setarco
Who could take six or seven in one go
Hand over your coin--


Actually I can't finish this. I'm too refined a lady to actually tell you the rest, Archivist. Sorry.

Written By Eirene

Nov. 30, 2016, 11:06 a.m.(4/5/1005 AR)

In retrospect, why is it when I get sloppy fall down drunk I feel that wearing a dress is the height of hilarity?

Written By Eirene

Nov. 29, 2016, 11:12 a.m.(4/2/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Antonio

Of course it's a fortress. Does he think I'm a fucking idiot? That's not something you boast about openly. You leave that a gods damned surprise for the idiot stupid enough to try to take it.

He's all fancy words and 'Oh the sea is my mistress'. Please. Get off the high horse and back on your boat. When you're making jabs at Princess fucking Sophie? She's damned Mercy and couldn't hurt a fly if it landed on her nose and sat there motionless for a week.

Written By Eirene

Nov. 28, 2016, 3:54 p.m.(3/27/1005 AR)

Carissa came from Southport along with Hadrian and a few of our other retainers. Her job is to mostly keep me from getting drunk and passing out under tables in bars (I kid). She's a good soldier and always has my back, and now that she's here I can refocus her on her medical training as she can already handle herself on a battlefield well.

I've voiced more than once that I fear someone will be targeting 'old' people. I'm not -that- old but Gods do I feel it sometimes. Having 'Rissa to back me if something goes down is reassuring.

Written By Eirene

Nov. 28, 2016, 12:22 p.m.(3/27/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Sophie

A Princess Mercy of Lagoma - nice girl. Loves her history. I've offered to have my trained medics assist hers when situation arise, and to embed mine in any scouting parties or transports. She's offered me the use of hers if mine need them so long as they don't have to break vows. That's fine by me. My house words are a good solid guideline - neither fate nor chance. I won't leave it up to anyone else but I won't reject their help alongside my own works.

Written By Eirene

Nov. 28, 2016, 12:16 p.m.(3/27/1005 AR)

Since the topic of my love life has come up in a few conversations, I want to go on the record (literally, Ha!) about it.

One: Age, gender. Whatever. Attraction varies. A person's personality comes first, the rest is pretty packaging. A good liquor can come in a beautiful blown glass bottle or an old shoe for all I care as long as it tastes good. The beautiful package makes it much easier to look at, certainly, but it's the inner qualities that I'm drawn to.

Two: Don't -- well, can't quite say it the way I normally would but don't screw where you fight. Don't take friends, comrades in arms, servants, whatever -- don't take them as lovers when there's a chance you'll end up seeing them in pain on a battlefield. I take it a step further and basically extend this to anyone I spend any length of time around.

What are the chances I'll see this person again? If greater than zero, then it's not likely I'll take to bed with them. Avoid emotional entanglements, avoid awkwardness, avoid jealousy, avoid disappointment...

Just easier to go for someone you'll never have to deal with again.

I know many soldiers take it whenever they can get it, where-ever they can get it, and that's fine for them. If I'm passing through a town on a march, I'm not immune to the charms of whomever might be casting them up. But in my line of work, camp followers are fine and dandy as long as they don't actually 'follow' too much.

But when I'm stationed, like I am now - and don't get me wrong, I like being in Arx with the niece and nephew and the old Saik friends of mine... but this is a posting. When this is all over and done I'm going back to Southport to my duties there. But when I'm stationed? I don't want to risk getting too attached to someone I might lose, or disappoint someone I have to fight alongside.

Written By Eirene

Nov. 27, 2016, 7:35 p.m.(3/25/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Hadrian

Adora's son, the one who gets all the politics and scheming. 'Lovable scamp' is the first thing that comes to mind and the second is 'clever little bastard.' Not literal bastard.

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