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Written By Darrow

Aug. 20, 2017, 6:16 p.m.(1/21/1007 AR)

Relationship Note on Victus

Victus has declared no one will slander the Gods within our ward or domain.

Piety is strength.

Written By Darrow

Aug. 20, 2017, 6:15 p.m.(1/21/1007 AR)

Corpses washing up on shore is not a novelty to me.

So many lands, so many dead in the waves.

I remember facing the rising tide, the waters at my own neck.

If I could summon some inkling of hope for this to stop happening, perhaps I would be surprised.

But the toll of death peals as inexorably as the waves batter on the shore.

Written By Darrow

July 30, 2017, 10:43 p.m.(12/7/1006 AR)

My blades are sharp, but they lack someone to bite into.

Written By Darrow

July 30, 2017, 10:43 p.m.(12/7/1006 AR)

This week I've found myself more sullen than usual.

Written By Darrow

July 16, 2017, 5:11 p.m.(11/7/1006 AR)

When will this proceed? I'm not known for my patience.

Written By Darrow

July 16, 2017, 5:10 p.m.(11/7/1006 AR)

I miss the silence of the Lament...it's empty shores.

Written By Darrow

July 9, 2017, 9:59 p.m.(10/21/1006 AR)

Tea parties are poor places for Thraxian.

Parties, even, are a stretch.

I hope the person who invented parties burns beyond Tehom's mirror.

Written By Darrow

July 2, 2017, 9:59 p.m.(10/7/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Abbas

Insult the Admiral of the Leviathan at your own risk

You'd best have deep faith in the Sentinel to keep you safe.

I stand for the Admiral as I stand for Thrax.

Written By Darrow

July 2, 2017, 5:50 p.m.(10/7/1006 AR)

Strong winds accompanied our journey south. The fleeing ships are no match for the yawning maw of the Leviathan and Abbas Thrax, and the predation of the Thrax warships go unmatched.

Argento blood, this time. They fall apart the same way the Shav'arvani do, with a similar amount of screaming.

Again I must wash the blood from my face, my hands.

It is rote, but it is the only refreshment that sates me.

Written By Darrow

June 18, 2017, 9:58 p.m.(9/5/1006 AR)

There's an itch I'm desiring to scratch.

It's been some time since the Siege.

Written By Darrow

June 18, 2017, 9:57 p.m.(9/5/1006 AR)

The Inquisition cleans its ranks -

Both the Guard and now the Inquisition have been found to be infiltrated.

What else? What next?

Written By Darrow

June 4, 2017, 10:19 p.m.(8/4/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Max

Another one of my family dead.

My cousin, dying and leaving me - how fate laughs at foolish dreams.

I had thought that it couldn't hurt any longer, but I am not so sure I believe that now.

What can we do other than try and keep the sails full.

No tears at our wake.

Written By Darrow

May 28, 2017, 11:26 p.m.(7/18/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Ariel

Ariel is to be married.

To a Marquis...a strong match.

Written By Darrow

May 28, 2017, 11:18 p.m.(7/18/1006 AR)

With my cousin Maximilian gone, I feel even more restless.

Now that there are no more Shav'arvani within beating distance, I lack for things to do.

Written By Darrow

May 21, 2017, 10:36 p.m.(7/4/1006 AR)

Much bustle about the celebrations.

Are we celebrating the looming toll of death, or that we remain alive?

I can find little cause to celebrate either.

Written By Darrow

May 21, 2017, 10:34 p.m.(7/4/1006 AR)

No word from the steward of the Lament for a fortnight.

He must have died somehow.

Else he may wish it when I find out what's caused the laxity.

Written By Darrow

May 14, 2017, 5:37 p.m.(6/18/1006 AR)

The taste of ash from the fires remind me of that day...

Written By Darrow

May 14, 2017, 5:36 p.m.(6/18/1006 AR)

Changes to the thralls matter little to me: their lives spent is an empty page in an endless book. Perhaps the survivors will look ahead with more joy.

I won't.

Written By Darrow

May 14, 2017, 5:34 p.m.(6/18/1006 AR)

Much hides beneath the waves.

Written By Darrow

May 7, 2017, 8:31 p.m.(6/4/1006 AR)

I felt energized, in a rush. Alive.

The press of the Shav's, each one's face and blood blurring into the next.

The Bringer - a battered mess, and the marines, like a storm of death.

Pity that the siege ended.

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