Written By Victus
July 3, 2016, 3:41 p.m.(12/6/1003 AR)
I went to Alarissa Valardin's fancy 'heroes of old' masquerade ball last evening. My mask was a Leviathan, both because the Leviathan is surely fucking old and hoary and has eaten its share of Thraxian enemies, and because the other Leviathan, the fleet itself, is full of fucking heroes. No? Well. They kill people. That seems to be the general definition of a fucking hero if you go by the Hall.
So they had a vote for who was prettiest pretty little masquerader in the land. I was preparing to sneer whatever foppish fuck got the honors when, and this is the part where I laugh every fucking time I think about it, the fuckers picked me.
Now there's irony for you, eh?
So they had a vote for who was prettiest pretty little masquerader in the land. I was preparing to sneer whatever foppish fuck got the honors when, and this is the part where I laugh every fucking time I think about it, the fuckers picked me.
Now there's irony for you, eh?
Written By Victus
July 1, 2016, 7:49 p.m.(11/28/1003 AR)
I watched Viviana utterly destroy Talen in a Rite of Gloria. Most of that I expect is that she's simply that much fucking better than him. She danced around him, hardly got hit at all. She looks right fucking good when she's got a sword in her hand, going for blood. I'm less impressed by the theatrics she puts on every time she gets into the fucking ring. It was laughable against Marian, and it was fucking laughable today.
It doesn't hurt how nice those leathers make her ass look.
Dagon of course had to put his fucking knight on. Yeah, Talen flicked some dirt in the girl's eyes, but who wouldn't when getting cut into ribbons? Some people are born big - like me - some people are born crafty - unlike me - and some assholes are born pretty and some are born rich and some are born quick. You bring all of that into a duel. Use what advantages you've got, I say.
It doesn't hurt how nice those leathers make her ass look.
Dagon of course had to put his fucking knight on. Yeah, Talen flicked some dirt in the girl's eyes, but who wouldn't when getting cut into ribbons? Some people are born big - like me - some people are born crafty - unlike me - and some assholes are born pretty and some are born rich and some are born quick. You bring all of that into a duel. Use what advantages you've got, I say.
Written By Victus
June 25, 2016, 9:45 p.m.(11/11/1003 AR)
Relationship Note on Brianna
I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. No good fucking deed goes unpunished, like doing this wild little Halfshav the favor of her fucking life. She's a storm, alright. The sort any man might be tempted to ride into just to test how strong her winds might blow. How about kicking off the habit of calling me the Bastard Lord, though, eh? It makes me want to rip her fucking throat out. Other than that I genuinely started to appreciate her company.
Written By Victus
June 25, 2016, 9:42 p.m.(11/11/1003 AR)
Relationship Note on Jaenelle
My cousin and Valerius' sister. I like her, to the extent that I like people. She makes me feel like family, I suppose. It helps that I have no expectations of her, that she has no expectations of me. With expectations come the failure to live up to them. Every fucking time.
I think she'll do alright with the Lycene nobles. She's pretty, she's sociable, she isn't entirely fucking stupid. She has a Thrax heart, so I figure if anyone is going to do the poisoning and the stabbing, she'll be the first one to draw blood.
If shit goes bad, she can always come home.
I think she'll do alright with the Lycene nobles. She's pretty, she's sociable, she isn't entirely fucking stupid. She has a Thrax heart, so I figure if anyone is going to do the poisoning and the stabbing, she'll be the first one to draw blood.
If shit goes bad, she can always come home.
Written By Victus
June 24, 2016, 1:12 p.m.(11/7/1003 AR)
Relationship Note on Kima
I'll admit freely that Kima's wine wasn't half fucking bad. Won't win me over from ale, mind, but if I gotta drink wine I'll rather order the Saik vintage than some Grayson swill that tastes like cat piss. Truth is, before I met her I didn't even fucking know there was such a thing as the Baron Saik, let alone that they had any fucking vineyards to speak of. Wonder if her Uncle's paying her a percentage of what she can pull in from Arx, pushing it on every fucking person she comes across?
Speaking of Kima, it might have been a close fight she fought with Marian, one that could've gone either way if Luck had chosen her to take it rather'n Marian, but she still won. Looked good doing it. No doubt she'll have a new collection of useless silk draped perfumed stinking layabouts coming to her for sword instruction. Just so they can all ogle her ass and prance around saying they were taught by her personally.
Speaking of Kima, it might have been a close fight she fought with Marian, one that could've gone either way if Luck had chosen her to take it rather'n Marian, but she still won. Looked good doing it. No doubt she'll have a new collection of useless silk draped perfumed stinking layabouts coming to her for sword instruction. Just so they can all ogle her ass and prance around saying they were taught by her personally.
Written By Victus
June 21, 2016, 10:52 a.m.(10/25/1003 AR)
Since it seems to be a matter of public interest, here's my list of Victus Thrax' five favorite fucking things:
1. Riding a Storm.
To sail a ship through a storm is the ultimate test. The smallest mistake, the tiniest bit of bad luck, and you and all your crew are dead. You will never be as intimate with Mangata as when you taste her sea spray on your lips, when she tears at your clothes, when she tosses you about like her favorite little plaything. If you live you know you are a above all other men, favored like no other. You feel alive, not like the sheep walking around grazing on their mundane fucking existence feel alive, but truly alive. It gets me hard just thinking about it.
2. Fighting.
Throwing yourself into the bloody chaos of battle is a gamble. All gambling is exiting, but here's your life in the stakes. Pummeling down a worthy enemy lets me know I am better, stronger, luckier. Conversely, killing the weak does nothing for me. Its just work, a chore, like chopping down firewood. It gives me an ache in my arm and a vague sense of disgust at the circumstance that has forced me to do it.
3. Fucking a beautiful woman.
IThe good ones are a little like a storm, a little like a battle, but in the end the only aching you're doing is the good kind. Heh. Mind, once I get drunk enough my standards for beauty drops. This is not always a bad thing; its saved me a hell of a lot of coin.
4. Drinking.
What's there to say? Never trust anyone who can't drink, they're hiding something.
Lastly, but not least, with no rank because to rank it would be to demean it, just as leaving it unsaid would be to lie. And none of us ever lie to Vellichor, eh? Heh. My Uncle's favor and approval and praise. Its first, middle and last, permeating (I can see the shock on your face, priest. You didn't think I knew that word, did you? Probably had better and more expensive tutors than you, you scrawny fuck. What, did I tell you to stop writing? Keep writing until I tell you to fucking stop!) Where was I? Yes. Permeating everything.
1. Riding a Storm.
To sail a ship through a storm is the ultimate test. The smallest mistake, the tiniest bit of bad luck, and you and all your crew are dead. You will never be as intimate with Mangata as when you taste her sea spray on your lips, when she tears at your clothes, when she tosses you about like her favorite little plaything. If you live you know you are a above all other men, favored like no other. You feel alive, not like the sheep walking around grazing on their mundane fucking existence feel alive, but truly alive. It gets me hard just thinking about it.
2. Fighting.
Throwing yourself into the bloody chaos of battle is a gamble. All gambling is exiting, but here's your life in the stakes. Pummeling down a worthy enemy lets me know I am better, stronger, luckier. Conversely, killing the weak does nothing for me. Its just work, a chore, like chopping down firewood. It gives me an ache in my arm and a vague sense of disgust at the circumstance that has forced me to do it.
3. Fucking a beautiful woman.
IThe good ones are a little like a storm, a little like a battle, but in the end the only aching you're doing is the good kind. Heh. Mind, once I get drunk enough my standards for beauty drops. This is not always a bad thing; its saved me a hell of a lot of coin.
4. Drinking.
What's there to say? Never trust anyone who can't drink, they're hiding something.
Lastly, but not least, with no rank because to rank it would be to demean it, just as leaving it unsaid would be to lie. And none of us ever lie to Vellichor, eh? Heh. My Uncle's favor and approval and praise. Its first, middle and last, permeating (I can see the shock on your face, priest. You didn't think I knew that word, did you? Probably had better and more expensive tutors than you, you scrawny fuck. What, did I tell you to stop writing? Keep writing until I tell you to fucking stop!) Where was I? Yes. Permeating everything.
Written By Victus
June 19, 2016, 11:49 a.m.(10/19/1003 AR)
Relationship Note on Edain
When the day comes that he has to make a hard choice, is he going to choose his beloved fucking Chivalry and Honor and Glory, or is he going to choose what's best for him and his accursed House? If he does the first, he's a fucking idiot. If the does the latter, he's been a fraud and a liar his whole fucking life. Hard choices come for everybody, and that's a fucking fact of life.
He's better with his sword than I'd thought, though, I'll give him that. He could have yielded when I first put him down on a knee, but he didn't. No, he kept fighting until he couldn't, and that deserves a bit of respect.
He's better with his sword than I'd thought, though, I'll give him that. He could have yielded when I first put him down on a knee, but he didn't. No, he kept fighting until he couldn't, and that deserves a bit of respect.
Written By Victus
June 19, 2016, 10:02 a.m.(10/19/1003 AR)
I woke up today with a headache, the kind that tells you that you drank too much last night. I didn't remember sending Rik out to fetch a girl, so when someone brushed against me I nearly stabbed her to death with my bedside dagger. Heh, wouldn't that have been fucking awkward. Blood is the worst to get out of sheets. For some reason I was disappointed when I discovered her hair was red.
Trying to move proved that Edain Valardin hits harder than I thought he could. Not as hard as me, of course, and that almost makes it worth it. Still, my fucking side is black, my right knee aches, and for the first couple of hours of the day I walked around like a gods be damned eighty year old grandma, muttering every time I came across a fucking stairwell.
I didn't join the men drilling today. I'm not a fucking masochist.
It feels odd not to have any fetishes left in my beard. Tossed them all into Gloria's fires so I could have it trimmed. Particularly miss Lord Hammond's fingerbone. It doubled as a nice scratch stick for that scar under my jaw where that big Cadian pirate nicked me some years ago. On the other hand, I don't rattle quite so much when I walk, and I might actually be able to sneak up on someone for once. Heh. I bet I can make Denica jump. Calista better not make my beard look like some fucking fop's though.
I'll be able to eat my morning porridge without getting beard in it, too.
Trying to move proved that Edain Valardin hits harder than I thought he could. Not as hard as me, of course, and that almost makes it worth it. Still, my fucking side is black, my right knee aches, and for the first couple of hours of the day I walked around like a gods be damned eighty year old grandma, muttering every time I came across a fucking stairwell.
I didn't join the men drilling today. I'm not a fucking masochist.
It feels odd not to have any fetishes left in my beard. Tossed them all into Gloria's fires so I could have it trimmed. Particularly miss Lord Hammond's fingerbone. It doubled as a nice scratch stick for that scar under my jaw where that big Cadian pirate nicked me some years ago. On the other hand, I don't rattle quite so much when I walk, and I might actually be able to sneak up on someone for once. Heh. I bet I can make Denica jump. Calista better not make my beard look like some fucking fop's though.
I'll be able to eat my morning porridge without getting beard in it, too.
Written By Victus
June 17, 2016, 9:34 a.m.(10/13/1003 AR)
Relationship Note on Marian
Didn't talk to her long, but she made an impression. I've seen women warriors with skill since I came to Arx, but they always struck me as pretenders in a way. Untested. Marian, not so much. There's something hard about her, something tested and tempered. She's tasted the pain of battle, carries the scars. I can respect that, woman or not. And heh, she spent half her life murdering Valardin knights. What's not to admire about that?
Written By Victus
June 17, 2016, 9:22 a.m.(10/13/1003 AR)
So the king, eh? I'd write more, but I didn't know him, didn't fucking care. What was it that Valardin Princess said? Yeah. A storm's here. Best secure the ship and prepare for a rough fucking ride.
Written By Victus
June 17, 2016, 9:19 a.m.(10/13/1003 AR)
I love the peace of taking a boat out on the sea, of fishing. Now the boat might be a small fucking skiff that'll overturn in any rough sea, and the sea might be nothing more than the rivermouth, and the fishing I do might be with a line that'll snap if something truly ocean born bites, but fuck it. I enjoy it. Worth renting it, worth taking the time to just relax and forget about Arx. Worth even being accosted by the lower borough trash to get to the pier.
Written By Victus
June 15, 2016, 1:39 p.m.(10/8/1003 AR)
Relationship Note on Brianna
She has a fair bit of skill for someone untested. I'll admit that I generally don't mind being tackled to the ground if I get to look up at that kind of view, either. Heh. Leave the fuck off the nicknames, though. Whoever ends up married to her is probably going to be driven insane and wrestle a bear just to get away for a bit.
Written By Victus
June 15, 2016, 1:33 p.m.(10/8/1003 AR)
Relationship Note on Alessandra
We had fun for a while, but now she's gone and that marks the end of that. No use dwelling on things like what could've been. Enjoy yourself, wherever the fuck you are.
Written By Victus
June 15, 2016, 12:58 p.m.(10/8/1003 AR)
That spar I promised Brianna Halfshav, we had that. Didn't last that long, but we'll blame that on the fucking audience. Let's get to that in a bit. First a few notes on Brianna; the girl might be green and untested, but she knows how how to wield those axes of hers. She's quick, skilled, and managed to tag me in the first pass. Didn't see that coming, if I'm honest. Didn't realize a woman could look quite so fuckable while wanting to brain me, either, but there you go. Even if it still felt utterly damn wrong to trades blows with a woman. Now about the audience? Damn, Isolde Velenosia is one crazy woman. If she'd been a man, those words would've been killing words. Fuck her!
Written By Victus
June 13, 2016, 10:02 a.m.(10/1/1003 AR)
When not surrounded by pretty redheads whose asses it would be a shame to ignore, but as a soldier you have to, Edain isn't nearly as incompetent as he first appeared. Watched him in his drills, and he knows his business. Whether that translates to war, who knows? He reminded me I have promised him a spar. Brianna did, too. Unrelated, apparently the un-Redrain Valencia Redrain is throwing a boxing tournament. Don't plan on signing up; that sort of thing is for men (and I guess women) who still need to prove themselves, or just need the coin. Fuck getting my face smashed in for other people's fucking entertainment, that's what I think. I'll try to make sure I got the time to attend, though. I enjoy other people getting their faces smashed in for **my** entertainment. Hm. I wonder if by marrying Valencia Redrain you also get to fuck her whole pretty entourage? Should this be in my white journal? Probably not. Fuck it, though, its a legitimate question.
Written By Victus
June 11, 2016, 2:48 p.m.(9/24/1003 AR)
Relationship Note on Kima
I'm still not going to get used to a woman fighting anytime soon, but I'll watch this one do it if only for how she bends over. Knows how to drink, too, and I always appreciated a fellow heavy drinker, the kind that don't expect me to talk too much. Sometimes you just want to fucking drink and nothing more.
Written By Victus
June 10, 2016, 7:09 a.m.(9/20/1003 AR)
Relationship Note on Brianna
Still think a woman being a fighter is a waste of a woman. Fighters die. Fighters have pieces of themselves cut off, inside and out. Take a sword to your face and see how pretty it looks afterwards. Still, I'll give the girl has some fire in her, and might be interesting to cross weapons with a woman. Just to see how it feels. Hm. I've been beaten by smaller men before, don't think I'd enjoy being beaten by a girl. Let's not lose any spars against her.
Written By Victus
June 8, 2016, 10:31 a.m.(9/14/1003 AR)
I've been visiting the Shrine of Gloria. I can't say I'm a man of faith, but don't see any reason insult the Goddess. I'm ridding myself of my trophies one every day. When the last one has been fed to the fire, I'll finally trim my beard and trim my hair. Look semi-respectable. If only so I won't have to listen to more of the gods be damned whining about it.
Written By Victus
June 8, 2016, 10:23 a.m.(9/14/1003 AR)
Got drunk with a grayback mercenary. Don't recall too much about it, except I think I'm gonna have to chop his head off if he keeps referring to himself as Valerius' twin brother. He thinks its funny. Its kinda funny. Don't think Uncle'll like it. Don't really like it myself. Took too much effort to earn the Thrax name for some cunt to claim association based on drinking with my lazy self indulgent cousin.
Written By Victus
June 4, 2016, 8:08 a.m.(9/2/1003 AR)
Relationship Note on Arianwen
She seems to think the toughs of the lower boroughs should be feared, and that her connection to them makes her special. It doesn't. Her singing voice, her beauty, her general sassy attitude makes her special. But not so special a lord's guard is going to ram the butt of his weapon into her face one day to teach her a lesson, and there'll go her teeth and there'll go her beauty, and she's lucky she'll not get strangled out of her singing voice, too. That's the way the world works, kid. Its always safer to keep your head down. Not that I'd ever take that fucking advise myself either.
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