Written By Eirene
Nov. 25, 2016, 2:21 a.m.(3/17/1005 AR)
If I wasn't fond of alcohol before, coming to Arx would certainly turn me into a drunk. Mind you, I'm no lush. I'm perfectly capable of not drinking. I just choose to not -not- drink. I've learned enough in the past month to equal thirty years worth of stories and tales and terrors.
I take that back - ALMOST in the past month. There's some things in my past which will likely go without equal and if I do go through it again? I'll guarantee that I crawl into a bottle to not have to deal with that sort of torment twice in one lifetime.
I take that back - ALMOST in the past month. There's some things in my past which will likely go without equal and if I do go through it again? I'll guarantee that I crawl into a bottle to not have to deal with that sort of torment twice in one lifetime.
Written By Eirene
Nov. 23, 2016, 11:16 a.m.(3/12/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Natalia
Even before I had settled into my rooms in the Malvici estate, the Princess had a letter waiting for me saying she'd like to meet me. I dreaded this as what I had heard of her said we'd have nothing in common. Fashion to me means 'something that doesn't show bloodstains'. We had a very nice chat over tea, far shorter than I had expected.
So when news came that the Saiks were going to host a memorial for Sadoletto, I turned to her for help. I needed a black dress. Yes, a dress. I wear them on occasion. This was the right kind of occasion. The Saiks have always been good friends to my house and loyal retainers, and the least I can do for Sado is put on a fucking skirt so I don't look like I just rolled out of a triage tent and splashed my face with whiskey to clean up.
She not only was able to procure me one in a matter of days, it actually fit well and looked good. How these other people ever dress themselves with their mirror phobia is beyond me, but it looked good front and back. Right proper fucking ladylike. Sober wool and embroidered nicely and even a decent cut at the neckline.
I owe her one for this, whether she realizes it or not.
So when news came that the Saiks were going to host a memorial for Sadoletto, I turned to her for help. I needed a black dress. Yes, a dress. I wear them on occasion. This was the right kind of occasion. The Saiks have always been good friends to my house and loyal retainers, and the least I can do for Sado is put on a fucking skirt so I don't look like I just rolled out of a triage tent and splashed my face with whiskey to clean up.
She not only was able to procure me one in a matter of days, it actually fit well and looked good. How these other people ever dress themselves with their mirror phobia is beyond me, but it looked good front and back. Right proper fucking ladylike. Sober wool and embroidered nicely and even a decent cut at the neckline.
I owe her one for this, whether she realizes it or not.
Written By Eirene
Nov. 22, 2016, 6:37 p.m.(3/10/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Orazio
It was good to see him even if the circumstances surrounding are way too damn dire to even consider. I wish it was entirely different though. We were never close but we were friendly enough. Some weird late night philosophical discussions...
I see old faces of people I knew in my youth and they reassure me that -SOME- bastards here know what they're doing. And it's good to have a clergyman I can trust in a high position who can -do- something about all of this.
But as part of our conversation went; someone is taking out the old hard bastards who have lived and seen plenty of shit in their day. Leaving all these untested youth behind to face gods only know what...
How long until we're next and the funerals are for us?
I see old faces of people I knew in my youth and they reassure me that -SOME- bastards here know what they're doing. And it's good to have a clergyman I can trust in a high position who can -do- something about all of this.
But as part of our conversation went; someone is taking out the old hard bastards who have lived and seen plenty of shit in their day. Leaving all these untested youth behind to face gods only know what...
How long until we're next and the funerals are for us?
Written By Eirene
Nov. 22, 2016, 3:31 p.m.(3/9/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Anze
He tattled on me (and as I said I understood why) but was still annoyed. So as apology he sends me three dead bunnies...
I had jokingly asked if the dead deer he sent us earlier was an apology or a flirtation and he said it was to thank Caly for her hospitality.
Is there a fucking book in the North - The Language of Dead Things? If you send someone a headless beaver it means you want to shag them, if you send them a dead skunk it means you're in a blood feud, if you send them three skinned rabbits does that mean you're hoping they'll cook them for dinner for you? Or that you're sorry for betraying the confidence of a bar-room discussion over whiskey?
To be fair, he -also- gave me whiskey which I always accept as an apology. So. Apology gladly accepted. I'm not cooking him dinner though.
I had jokingly asked if the dead deer he sent us earlier was an apology or a flirtation and he said it was to thank Caly for her hospitality.
Is there a fucking book in the North - The Language of Dead Things? If you send someone a headless beaver it means you want to shag them, if you send them a dead skunk it means you're in a blood feud, if you send them three skinned rabbits does that mean you're hoping they'll cook them for dinner for you? Or that you're sorry for betraying the confidence of a bar-room discussion over whiskey?
To be fair, he -also- gave me whiskey which I always accept as an apology. So. Apology gladly accepted. I'm not cooking him dinner though.
Written By Eirene
Nov. 21, 2016, 11:57 a.m.(3/6/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Anze
Like his sister, I enjoy the company of the Redrain 'royalty.' It's a responsibility, not a title. Exactly how nobility is -supposed- to act. He and I had drinks and chatted about the ancient history coming to bite us in the ass and needing to pull together to not get wiped out. Beside, any man who can keep up with me in a drinking contest is worth hanging around.
Written By Eirene
Nov. 21, 2016, 11:50 a.m.(3/6/1005 AR)
Why is it the people I find most enjoyable in company are the ones labeled 'savage' or 'uncivilized.' Being brutally honest, expressing ones self, being combat competent, and dressing however you please is uncivilized?
Yeah. Eff Society.
In other news, I'm working with the Merchants guild to start the stockpiling I'm concerned we're gonna need. So perhaps Society can unscrew itself as long as it gets the job done. Not every nob is a knob and not every merchant is a double-chinned plutocrat.
Yeah. Eff Society.
In other news, I'm working with the Merchants guild to start the stockpiling I'm concerned we're gonna need. So perhaps Society can unscrew itself as long as it gets the job done. Not every nob is a knob and not every merchant is a double-chinned plutocrat.
Written By Eirene
Nov. 18, 2016, 3:16 p.m.(2/25/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Max
I know I'm told not to trust a Thraxian further than I can spit in their eye, but damn if I don't bond well with them. I guess they're all soldiers at heart even if some of 'em may dismiss me as a woman. (Not that the ones I've met have mind you).
He's seen his share of shit, the Count of Blackwater. And he's a sailor first and a noble second; gotta respect that. He's like a kindred spirit with really fucking good rum and an underlying feeling we're all screwed.
He's seen his share of shit, the Count of Blackwater. And he's a sailor first and a noble second; gotta respect that. He's like a kindred spirit with really fucking good rum and an underlying feeling we're all screwed.
Written By Eirene
Nov. 17, 2016, 6:40 p.m.(2/23/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Orazio
Well. The Archlector who got up and invoked the invocation- heh- I wondered why he looked so damned familiar. Orazio Saik. Or was a Saik. We knew one another back home; he was a good soldier but his heart wasn't in it. Not surprised he's following Sentinel. He was pretty vocal about the Tee-Ess war and how it was stupid as fuck. Not that I disagreed...
Remind me to look him up. All this weird shit reminds me of something he should know- as a follower of Sentinel and all.
Remind me to look him up. All this weird shit reminds me of something he should know- as a follower of Sentinel and all.
Written By Eirene
Nov. 17, 2016, 3:41 p.m.(2/22/1005 AR)
I really need to meet more people. Problem is, people are stupid. I'm trying to meet the one person referred to as a barber surgeon in town so I have someone to talk to who isn't a Malvici retainer.
What do I have in common with people I can talk about? Huck all if I know.
I find myself wandering the city looking at shops and ancient monuments and finding the taverns I might be comfortable in. But I am seeing a lot of history which -may- be useful. Like perhaps there's clues in our past as to what the huck is going on with the present and these elves. The city dates back (mostly) to Alarice's war; I doubt there's much left from the original Reckoning. Isn't that what the Nox'alfar referred to it as? The first time the demons attacked and we retreated to Arx for protection?
Oh that reminds me - we need to talk to the outlying farms and storehouses about getting food brought in. We should be preparing for a siege - tear up some of those pretty pointless gardens and start growing crops and herbs. Onions, lettuce, leeks, garlic... all of them will grow through winter so we can start making sure we have supplies. I should talk to Caly about this. I don't know how much land management she's ever been bothered with learning. I may have to write to Hadrien about it instead.
What do I have in common with people I can talk about? Huck all if I know.
I find myself wandering the city looking at shops and ancient monuments and finding the taverns I might be comfortable in. But I am seeing a lot of history which -may- be useful. Like perhaps there's clues in our past as to what the huck is going on with the present and these elves. The city dates back (mostly) to Alarice's war; I doubt there's much left from the original Reckoning. Isn't that what the Nox'alfar referred to it as? The first time the demons attacked and we retreated to Arx for protection?
Oh that reminds me - we need to talk to the outlying farms and storehouses about getting food brought in. We should be preparing for a siege - tear up some of those pretty pointless gardens and start growing crops and herbs. Onions, lettuce, leeks, garlic... all of them will grow through winter so we can start making sure we have supplies. I should talk to Caly about this. I don't know how much land management she's ever been bothered with learning. I may have to write to Hadrien about it instead.
Written By Eirene
Nov. 17, 2016, 12:16 a.m.(2/20/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Leola
A Saiklander girl following in the family's tradition of animal training. I worked with her father, more importantly, the animals he trained. Solid beasts who wouldn't shy or shirk from their duties. I can only pray she inherited the gift and that he trained her well. Nice kid otherwise. Kind of quiet and unassuming.
Written By Eirene
Nov. 15, 2016, 6:25 p.m.(2/17/1005 AR)
Why some of these nobles dress like it's a bloody fashion show will always baffle me. There's business to be done, not ooh and ahh over someone's new hairpiece or brooch.
Luckily business went smooth. Lady Dawn - sensible woman that she is and royal by-blow, is now Regent. Do -not- envy her. Especially with the announcement following.
Old monsters out of mythology posing real and current threats. Half the room wanted to go kill things and the other half wanted to pour through dusty archives and try to talk to other things.
Me? I wanted a drink. Got one too...
Have a feeling I'm going to be doing a bit of both in days to come. Bit of all three, actually...
Luckily business went smooth. Lady Dawn - sensible woman that she is and royal by-blow, is now Regent. Do -not- envy her. Especially with the announcement following.
Old monsters out of mythology posing real and current threats. Half the room wanted to go kill things and the other half wanted to pour through dusty archives and try to talk to other things.
Me? I wanted a drink. Got one too...
Have a feeling I'm going to be doing a bit of both in days to come. Bit of all three, actually...
Written By Eirene
Nov. 15, 2016, 11:17 a.m.(2/16/1005 AR)
Elves. Fucking elves. I... well. I'm at a loss. This is the White registry, yes, so I won't go into much more explosive description of what I'm thinking right now but...
So when I was a child, younger one that I am, we used to play Alarice versus Elves. I rarely got to claim Queen Alarice though. But we would take all the furniture we could get our hands on and wall off half a room - that was our version of Arx. One of the girls would be Queen Alarice and one of the boys would be King Ako. Or whatever his name was, the leader of these elves. We'd divide into two teams and try to 'take out' the others. Sneak through gaps in the chairs and tables, throw pillows and food from over the walls like artillery. Team who had the most people standing when someone came to tell us to knock it the fuck off won.
I remember, one time I actually got to be the Queen, I ordered a volley of walnuts be lobbed at our foes. I got in trouble for that one due to a black eye or two. But I won, dammit.
This time it's not a game. It's not a silly threat - eat your dinner or the elves will drag you away. This time our lives are all on the line and we know jack all about the real history of what happened.
And what was in that treaty about -peace marriages?-
So when I was a child, younger one that I am, we used to play Alarice versus Elves. I rarely got to claim Queen Alarice though. But we would take all the furniture we could get our hands on and wall off half a room - that was our version of Arx. One of the girls would be Queen Alarice and one of the boys would be King Ako. Or whatever his name was, the leader of these elves. We'd divide into two teams and try to 'take out' the others. Sneak through gaps in the chairs and tables, throw pillows and food from over the walls like artillery. Team who had the most people standing when someone came to tell us to knock it the fuck off won.
I remember, one time I actually got to be the Queen, I ordered a volley of walnuts be lobbed at our foes. I got in trouble for that one due to a black eye or two. But I won, dammit.
This time it's not a game. It's not a silly threat - eat your dinner or the elves will drag you away. This time our lives are all on the line and we know jack all about the real history of what happened.
And what was in that treaty about -peace marriages?-
Written By Eirene
Nov. 13, 2016, 1:26 a.m.(2/9/1005 AR)
I was diplomatic tonight. I went to a party. I even bothered to wear one of my nicer coats (the one without any of the scrubbed out blood stains). And lo and behold, I had a good time. Mostly because there was free liquor and drinking games. I met the Redrain prince and princess and we got along perfectly. Mostly because we were tougher than the entire bar and drank everyone under the table. I even beat the prince and lord Damon.
My head is going to regret it but it was political and shit. I've made new friends and I'm going to enjoy having drinking buddies that can hold their liquor like real soldiers. The Redrain are tough fuckers and good to have on our side.
My head is going to regret it but it was political and shit. I've made new friends and I'm going to enjoy having drinking buddies that can hold their liquor like real soldiers. The Redrain are tough fuckers and good to have on our side.
Written By Eirene
Nov. 13, 2016, 1:19 a.m.(2/9/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Freja
Princess of the Redrains; met her in a drinking contest and she edged me out by minor fraction. If friendships aren't made on the battlelines, they're just as well forged in bars. I'm going to enjoy being around her and her brother Anze, I know it. They're soldiers first and nobles second, just the way I like them.
Written By Eirene
Nov. 11, 2016, 1:31 p.m.(2/4/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Eos
So strange seeing him again. Brings back a lot of memories and few of them good ones. His wife... I think that was one of the few funerals I actually felt anything other than numbness. He has his scars and only a few of them were ones I could actually help with. I hate having old friends around; gives me something to lose. But still - I'm actually relieved to know there's a warrior I trust at Caly's side.
Written By Eirene
Nov. 11, 2016, 12:29 p.m.(2/4/1005 AR)
Ships. I had never been on one as long as the journey to Arx. Never again. I'll take an overland caravan before I settle on a boat for any duration that long. I learned how many colors of vomit a sea-sick person can produce. The only highlight was the ships' surgeon and I comparing the best color of infection we've ever seen on a patient. Turns out some sailors get as injured as soldiers, especially after pirates attempt to board. I say attempt because if they are successful there's rarely any sailors left...
Arx is what I had expected. Puffed up sons and daughters of the people who are busy doing all the work back home, here to represent mommy and daddy or big brother or sister, scout out potential spouses, show off how rich they are in flashy clothes... At least Caly isn't displaying any of these nonsensical traits.
There is something on the horizon. Old soldier's intuition. Old. Ha. I'm too young to call myself old. But surrounded by these kids... all my neice and nephew's age... I feel very old indeed. I just hope my being here will help them come out all right when that storm hits.
Arx is what I had expected. Puffed up sons and daughters of the people who are busy doing all the work back home, here to represent mommy and daddy or big brother or sister, scout out potential spouses, show off how rich they are in flashy clothes... At least Caly isn't displaying any of these nonsensical traits.
There is something on the horizon. Old soldier's intuition. Old. Ha. I'm too young to call myself old. But surrounded by these kids... all my neice and nephew's age... I feel very old indeed. I just hope my being here will help them come out all right when that storm hits.
Written By Eirene
Nov. 6, 2016, 9:01 p.m.(1/18/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Calypso
Adona's daughter, the competent one. Not that her brother the serving Duke isn't competent. He just doesn't have the skills for the 'family business' his younger sister does. She's a worthy leader, but I'll still override her if it's in regards to my field. I doubt she'd question me though...
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