Written By Haakon
March 27, 2022, 7:08 p.m.(5/11/1017 AR)
I gather spears toward a reaving into the Saffron, aimed at hunting an Arvani renagade called Menoch the Red. May his days be numbered, and may their number be few.
Written By Haakon
March 27, 2022, 7:04 p.m.(5/11/1017 AR)
I gather spears toward a reaving into the Saffron, aimed at hunting an Arvani renagade called Menoch the Red. May his days be numbered, and may their number be few.
Written By Haakon
March 20, 2022, 9:20 p.m.(4/25/1017 AR)
Tend your arrows well in peace, or they fly to pieces when loosed in need.
Written By Haakon
March 13, 2022, 5:12 p.m.(4/10/1017 AR)
The Wind cares not for the hopes of men.
Written By Haakon
March 6, 2022, 12:19 p.m.(3/24/1017 AR)
I've a new blessing for Arvani:
May your shieldbearers be skilled, and your food tasters numerous.
Both seem like traits key to survival, in the Compact.
May your shieldbearers be skilled, and your food tasters numerous.
Both seem like traits key to survival, in the Compact.
Written By Haakon
March 3, 2022, 10:51 p.m.(3/19/1017 AR)
Relationship Note on Martinique
Sea and Sky strike me down if I lie:
I did say that, once or thrice, and I've a habit of breaking things.
Though I'd never choke on a drink.
I did say that, once or thrice, and I've a habit of breaking things.
Though I'd never choke on a drink.
Written By Haakon
Feb. 25, 2022, 7:10 p.m.(3/7/1017 AR)
Folk lay down rules down around a question to be certain it's always answered. Yet it seems the more rules set down, the muddier the answer grows. Three folk hear the same rules and each comes away with a different answer, which inevitably just happens to most favor them.
And we call it civilization.
And we call it civilization.
Written By Haakon
Feb. 19, 2022, 4:16 p.m.(2/22/1017 AR)
Any land too warm for winter snow isn't fit for civilized life. Damnation, but the Saffron Isles are wretched, with air hot and thick as soup.
Cooks their brains, I say.
That would explain Savio.
Cooks their brains, I say.
That would explain Savio.
Written By Haakon
Feb. 19, 2022, 4:10 p.m.(2/22/1017 AR)
Fucking snakes.
Yet another problem we never had before leaving the Rock.
Yet another problem we never had before leaving the Rock.
Written By Haakon
Jan. 29, 2022, 6:37 p.m.(1/9/1017 AR)
A reaving can be as small as a single keel gathered from a hungry village, or as large as a vast fleet that lays waste to whole nations. What defines them is folk taking to sea as one under the agreement that prizes and plunder taken are shared out among all they what spent their sweat or blood winning them.
The occupation has fallen in popularity among Arvani in recent years, but will never wholly be gone. Just as there will always be guards, mercenaries, farmers, and thieves, so too will there be reavers.
All of that afore saying that I've just returned from the most profitable reaving of my life, thus far. Most oft, the largest reavings don't profit the best, as the more hands to fill, the larger the prizes need be. Yet this voyage were the exception.
The occupation has fallen in popularity among Arvani in recent years, but will never wholly be gone. Just as there will always be guards, mercenaries, farmers, and thieves, so too will there be reavers.
All of that afore saying that I've just returned from the most profitable reaving of my life, thus far. Most oft, the largest reavings don't profit the best, as the more hands to fill, the larger the prizes need be. Yet this voyage were the exception.
Written By Haakon
Jan. 26, 2022, 12:18 a.m.(1/1/1017 AR)
Had a trio of fine matches this night, against three worthy foes. In the four matches I had no part in, the opponents showed exceptional skill at arms.
Also Savio was there.
The rounds of dueling organized by the Eurusi I was free to watch made for a fine spectacle, seven bouts in all, but Sea and Sky strike me down if I lie: by the end of my third, I were spent.
Deva Redrain
Sorrel Thrax
Corban Telmar
Fine matches, all.
Also Savio was there.
The rounds of dueling organized by the Eurusi I was free to watch made for a fine spectacle, seven bouts in all, but Sea and Sky strike me down if I lie: by the end of my third, I were spent.
Deva Redrain
Sorrel Thrax
Corban Telmar
Fine matches, all.
Written By Haakon
Jan. 23, 2022, 1:48 p.m.(12/24/1016 AR)
The skill of Arvani healers is a marvelous thing. For as much as I rail against some flaws of the mainland, that is one quarter in which it would be utter folly to deny their expertise.
Written By Haakon
Dec. 25, 2021, 1:22 p.m.(10/22/1016 AR)
Much of the Saffron Chain remains a wild and lawless expanse, where Abandoned or worse hold sway. Such places are rife with opportunity, for those with the steel and spirit to claim it.
Perhaps there will come a day when Mourning Islanders no longer reave into that vast chain, but that day- if it exists- remains far in the future.
Perhaps there will come a day when Mourning Islanders no longer reave into that vast chain, but that day- if it exists- remains far in the future.
Written By Haakon
Dec. 20, 2021, 10:03 p.m.(10/13/1016 AR)
I gather ships and spears for a great reaving into the Saffron chain.
Let those with the taste for such seek me out.
Let those with the taste for such seek me out.
Written By Haakon
Dec. 19, 2021, 9:59 a.m.(10/10/1016 AR)
Fuck this damnable city.
Written By Haakon
Dec. 10, 2021, 9:04 p.m.(9/21/1016 AR)
Archscholar Oswyn has a gift for making sense of gibberish.
Written By Haakon
Dec. 5, 2021, 10:18 a.m.(9/10/1016 AR)
Saw a rare feat on a Maelstrom dock:
A man lost a swordfight to a bottle.
How the fuck does that even happen?
A man lost a swordfight to a bottle.
How the fuck does that even happen?
Written By Haakon
Dec. 1, 2021, 11:23 a.m.(9/2/1016 AR)
I've writ of it before, and no doubt I'll need write it again:
Fuck caravels.
Arvani have this mad impulse that anything newer and more expensive must be better than all that came before, and have gone about filling their fleets the same as they swap out wardrobes and jeweled baubles.
For what they are meant to do, the ships are fine enough: their sterns stand higher out of the water, which makes boarding actions a pain in the ass, and they get more out of the wind than other ships of sail, with a good hold and a small crew, so for a long voyage they're fit. But none of these fashionable admirals are crossing the wide sea, and the bloody expense of keeping the things makes them a foul choice for commerce, and they're so deep of draft that without a built mooring, you're fucked.
Oared ships are better for battle, as the Wind Cares Not for the plans of mortal admirals.
As a fighting ship in deep waters, the dromond is vastly superior, as it need not rely on the fickle winds for maneuver, its able to mount artillery, and a body could launch five with their hundreds of crew for the cost of a single caravel. And five dromonds will ruin one caravel, no matter the wind.
In shallow waters, up rivers, and for landing warriors swiftly on any shore, whether or not there is a dock, pier, or wharf, the longship remains best, as it has for centuries. It is the finest vessel for raid, and the most nimble as a scout and picket ship in pitched battle.
Galleys are half assed dromonds, but any body who has tried to board one in a smaller ship knows they're a pain in the ass, and they're cheapest of the big fighting ships, so they fill out the line and prevent dromonds being overwhelmed by greater numbers in battle.
Lastly some respect for cogs.
Any body who prattles about caravels as an anchor of trade has more silvers than sense, and ought just keep their teeth together and hire more cogs. Smallest crew for the greatest hold, and tall enough out of the water that any pirate in a ship smaller than a galley will generally look for easier prey. Pirates loathe fair fights, and few are bold enough to risk their necks in a tough fight, nor rich enough to row about in galleys.
So, in closing: fuck caravels. They're ships, not a fashion trend.
Fuck caravels.
Arvani have this mad impulse that anything newer and more expensive must be better than all that came before, and have gone about filling their fleets the same as they swap out wardrobes and jeweled baubles.
For what they are meant to do, the ships are fine enough: their sterns stand higher out of the water, which makes boarding actions a pain in the ass, and they get more out of the wind than other ships of sail, with a good hold and a small crew, so for a long voyage they're fit. But none of these fashionable admirals are crossing the wide sea, and the bloody expense of keeping the things makes them a foul choice for commerce, and they're so deep of draft that without a built mooring, you're fucked.
Oared ships are better for battle, as the Wind Cares Not for the plans of mortal admirals.
As a fighting ship in deep waters, the dromond is vastly superior, as it need not rely on the fickle winds for maneuver, its able to mount artillery, and a body could launch five with their hundreds of crew for the cost of a single caravel. And five dromonds will ruin one caravel, no matter the wind.
In shallow waters, up rivers, and for landing warriors swiftly on any shore, whether or not there is a dock, pier, or wharf, the longship remains best, as it has for centuries. It is the finest vessel for raid, and the most nimble as a scout and picket ship in pitched battle.
Galleys are half assed dromonds, but any body who has tried to board one in a smaller ship knows they're a pain in the ass, and they're cheapest of the big fighting ships, so they fill out the line and prevent dromonds being overwhelmed by greater numbers in battle.
Lastly some respect for cogs.
Any body who prattles about caravels as an anchor of trade has more silvers than sense, and ought just keep their teeth together and hire more cogs. Smallest crew for the greatest hold, and tall enough out of the water that any pirate in a ship smaller than a galley will generally look for easier prey. Pirates loathe fair fights, and few are bold enough to risk their necks in a tough fight, nor rich enough to row about in galleys.
So, in closing: fuck caravels. They're ships, not a fashion trend.
Written By Haakon
Nov. 28, 2021, 10:41 a.m.(8/24/1016 AR)
I've need of a body with an eye for riddles.
Not the daft sort of riddle, like "why are folk so fucking stupid", but a false language with a true hidden meaning. Any folk with an eye for such things may send word to Eswyndol.
Not the daft sort of riddle, like "why are folk so fucking stupid", but a false language with a true hidden meaning. Any folk with an eye for such things may send word to Eswyndol.
Written By Haakon
Nov. 27, 2021, 11:40 a.m.(8/22/1016 AR)
I think Lycene pirates are my favorites.
Sailors aren't a sweet smelling lot, by and large, but Lycenes still perfume themselves, men and women wear little, and what they do don tends to be silk and leather, rather than steel.
So while they still smell of sweat, salt, and tar, it's *perfumed* sweat, salt, and tar. They're quick to flee when outmatched, quick to die when cornered, look good doing it, and tend to leave more wealth, after the fight.
The perfect opponents, really.
Sailors aren't a sweet smelling lot, by and large, but Lycenes still perfume themselves, men and women wear little, and what they do don tends to be silk and leather, rather than steel.
So while they still smell of sweat, salt, and tar, it's *perfumed* sweat, salt, and tar. They're quick to flee when outmatched, quick to die when cornered, look good doing it, and tend to leave more wealth, after the fight.
The perfect opponents, really.
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