Written By Magpie
Jan. 20, 2018, 8:42 a.m.(1/3/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Mae
Woke up in the middle of the night after a bad dream about krakens spewing acid all over the Lowers and dissolving flesh from people's bodies. I really need to stop experimenting with new foods and drinks before bedtime.
Anyway, that's not why I'm writing this. The dream wasn't important. What's important is that Mae happened to be awake and reading. She had a shocking surprise for me. She told me that we've been married for a year. A year!! That's right, Magpie Grayhope has been married for a year. If that's not worth noting in the archives for all time, I don't know what is. My wife is an amazing woman and you all know that. That's right, you can be jealous.
Anyway, that's not why I'm writing this. The dream wasn't important. What's important is that Mae happened to be awake and reading. She had a shocking surprise for me. She told me that we've been married for a year. A year!! That's right, Magpie Grayhope has been married for a year. If that's not worth noting in the archives for all time, I don't know what is. My wife is an amazing woman and you all know that. That's right, you can be jealous.
Written By Magpie
Jan. 12, 2018, 9:54 a.m.(12/13/1007 AR)
did another darts and drinking contest last night don't feel so great.
Didn't win the drinking contest this time. puked pink everywhere.
I pissed orange this morning
I hear people had good time don't know maybe writing this will remind me next time to sit out drinking contest.
Didn't win the drinking contest this time. puked pink everywhere.
I pissed orange this morning
I hear people had good time don't know maybe writing this will remind me next time to sit out drinking contest.
Written By Magpie
Jan. 9, 2018, 8:38 p.m.(12/8/1007 AR)
I don't know why everyone has so many issues with lizard meat. It's not the greatest, but it's better than rat. Way better three day old rat.
Eat some lizard,
Eat some gizzard,
Eat some magic,
and be a wizard!
I really just wanted to make a rhyme work with lizard there. Don't write to me about how to eat magic, I have no idea. I'll just tell you to eat lizard.
Eat some lizard,
Eat some gizzard,
Eat some magic,
and be a wizard!
I really just wanted to make a rhyme work with lizard there. Don't write to me about how to eat magic, I have no idea. I'll just tell you to eat lizard.
Written By Magpie
Jan. 9, 2018, 5:04 p.m.(12/8/1007 AR)
Dame Eleanor wrote about me in her journal.
Calaudrin wrote me a letter.
I feel so popular today!!
I think they're both mad, respectively, but hey! It's nice to have friends.
Calaudrin wrote me a letter.
I feel so popular today!!
I think they're both mad, respectively, but hey! It's nice to have friends.
Written By Magpie
Jan. 7, 2018, 1:28 p.m.(12/3/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Aureth
Gods Aureth is old. Like, really old.
I wonder how much time he spends sitting on a crapper every day. I bet it's a lot. Old people seem to have bowels that just constantly need attention.
(Maybe someday in the future someone will be searching the archives for critical information to fight some future menace to their livelihood. I hope they dig up this note about my dear cousin and his bathroom habits.)
I wonder how much time he spends sitting on a crapper every day. I bet it's a lot. Old people seem to have bowels that just constantly need attention.
(Maybe someday in the future someone will be searching the archives for critical information to fight some future menace to their livelihood. I hope they dig up this note about my dear cousin and his bathroom habits.)
Written By Magpie
Jan. 7, 2018, 12:58 p.m.(12/3/1007 AR)
Ahhh.. that magical day when everyone is off at churches and shrines and I'm getting high on Haze and writing in my journal. I didn't read many because I just don't have the time and I really could care less what most of the people in this city write about. I do make a special place in my schedule for catching up on what friends and family write about -- except Aureth. His journals are all preachy and shit now. Very boring.
Fort wrote about our family motto though. Gray hopes, Black hearts. He said something about it not being a conversation starter but I totally disagree!! I mean, think about it! Gray hopes? It fits most of us perfectly. We know the world isn't cut and dry. There's no perfect 'good' side or 'evil' side. There's no right or wrong. There's just degrees of acceptance of what the population around us sees as proper or not. Hope is fuckin' gray. Like fog. Like the smoke from my haze. It fits so perfectly. Black hearts? I mean hello?! Death's archlector?? Mae's wardrobe? I'd rather have a black heart than a white heart. That would just be so lame in a motto.. "White Heart".. Sounds like a dessert or flower. Or an ad for a hunting guild.
Black heart... got some depth to it. It's deep.
Fort wrote about our family motto though. Gray hopes, Black hearts. He said something about it not being a conversation starter but I totally disagree!! I mean, think about it! Gray hopes? It fits most of us perfectly. We know the world isn't cut and dry. There's no perfect 'good' side or 'evil' side. There's no right or wrong. There's just degrees of acceptance of what the population around us sees as proper or not. Hope is fuckin' gray. Like fog. Like the smoke from my haze. It fits so perfectly. Black hearts? I mean hello?! Death's archlector?? Mae's wardrobe? I'd rather have a black heart than a white heart. That would just be so lame in a motto.. "White Heart".. Sounds like a dessert or flower. Or an ad for a hunting guild.
Black heart... got some depth to it. It's deep.
Written By Magpie
Dec. 31, 2017, 11:25 a.m.(11/15/1007 AR)
Want to hear what's not a gross overstatement? The size of a certain Inquisitor's pile of shit. Gross? Yes. Overstatement? Not so much.
Let me draw a picture for you.
Normal shit -> .
Gross oversized shit -> Oo8Oo... (looks kind of diseased, doesn't it?)
Let me draw a picture for you.
Normal shit -> .
Gross oversized shit -> Oo8Oo... (looks kind of diseased, doesn't it?)
Written By Magpie
Dec. 26, 2017, 12:06 a.m.(11/4/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Victus
I can only write about how immensely pleased I am to have the High Lord of Thrax's review of my hard work at story writing. I feel so inspired. I may write another... I may.
Written By Magpie
Dec. 19, 2017, 5:17 p.m.(10/20/1007 AR)
If you happen to read my journals and enjoyed my romantic weaving of words today, rejoice! I will be releasing the full book in my shop, soon.
For a modest fee, of course. I have to pay the scribes, after all.
For a modest fee, of course. I have to pay the scribes, after all.
Written By Magpie
Dec. 19, 2017, 4:13 p.m.(10/20/1007 AR)
The Soldier and the Sailor
Lieutenant Calardun Esdarsus had overslept again! There he was, sprawled on his bed with the sheets tangled around his midsection, his muscled back bared to the world as a breeze through the open window gently tousled his salt-and-pepper silken strands of hair. Of course the soldier was exhausted, with Baron Silas off on yet another trip to the Lycene hot springs for a few weeks of recreation, Calardun was handling all of his own duties and the baron's combined. His clothing still laid on the floor in a heap, the man's particular musky scent of sweat, leather, armor oil and tobacco clinging to the garments.
It wasn't just luck that brought Mapgie Gryhop by the lieutenant's open window. No, the humble, gracious, adoring commoner was bringing a fresh, hot breakfast sandwich for his dear friend. Packed between two fresh-baked toasted slices of bread were eggs, cheese, peppers, onions, and thick bacon. Mapgie stopped at the window, holding the sandwich up to that the tantalizing aroma could waft about the room and begin to tease the man to wakefulness. While he waited for Calardun to awaken, Mapgie gazed in upon him with a soft, tender expression. It wasn't long before the Gryhop felt the warm fire building within him of all those repressed feelings forever kept caged away. Unrequited love can take it's toll on a man, but Mapgie knew Esdarsus wasn't yet ready to face the truth... the destiny they both knew they shared.
Calardun stirred, his nose wrinkling up cutely and little crispies sifting down from his eyelashes as he started to arouse from slumber. Mapgie swiftly left the sandwich there on the window sill and hurried on down the street. It wasn't until the sailor was around the corner and safely out of sight that he allowed himself to pause, pressed back against the wall and gasping for breath. "How... ? How can I go on like this? I feel like my heart is going to explode from my chest."
Back in the room, Esdarsus was slowly opening his eyes, a peaceful smile upon his face as he inhaled that delicious aroma. He looked around and his eyes fell on the breakfast that was left mysteriously for him. "Could it be?" He allowed himself to whisper, slowly getting to his feet. As he approached the window, his blanket dropped away.
Lieutenant Calardun Esdarsus had overslept again! There he was, sprawled on his bed with the sheets tangled around his midsection, his muscled back bared to the world as a breeze through the open window gently tousled his salt-and-pepper silken strands of hair. Of course the soldier was exhausted, with Baron Silas off on yet another trip to the Lycene hot springs for a few weeks of recreation, Calardun was handling all of his own duties and the baron's combined. His clothing still laid on the floor in a heap, the man's particular musky scent of sweat, leather, armor oil and tobacco clinging to the garments.
It wasn't just luck that brought Mapgie Gryhop by the lieutenant's open window. No, the humble, gracious, adoring commoner was bringing a fresh, hot breakfast sandwich for his dear friend. Packed between two fresh-baked toasted slices of bread were eggs, cheese, peppers, onions, and thick bacon. Mapgie stopped at the window, holding the sandwich up to that the tantalizing aroma could waft about the room and begin to tease the man to wakefulness. While he waited for Calardun to awaken, Mapgie gazed in upon him with a soft, tender expression. It wasn't long before the Gryhop felt the warm fire building within him of all those repressed feelings forever kept caged away. Unrequited love can take it's toll on a man, but Mapgie knew Esdarsus wasn't yet ready to face the truth... the destiny they both knew they shared.
Calardun stirred, his nose wrinkling up cutely and little crispies sifting down from his eyelashes as he started to arouse from slumber. Mapgie swiftly left the sandwich there on the window sill and hurried on down the street. It wasn't until the sailor was around the corner and safely out of sight that he allowed himself to pause, pressed back against the wall and gasping for breath. "How... ? How can I go on like this? I feel like my heart is going to explode from my chest."
Back in the room, Esdarsus was slowly opening his eyes, a peaceful smile upon his face as he inhaled that delicious aroma. He looked around and his eyes fell on the breakfast that was left mysteriously for him. "Could it be?" He allowed himself to whisper, slowly getting to his feet. As he approached the window, his blanket dropped away.
Written By Magpie
Dec. 19, 2017, 12:50 p.m.(10/19/1007 AR)
If it's romance the people want? It's romance the people shall get. I am rarely one to shy from a challenge!
I don't know what DTF means, but I do love my wife very much.
I don't know what DTF means, but I do love my wife very much.
Written By Magpie
Dec. 19, 2017, 1:20 a.m.(10/18/1007 AR)
I feel so special to have been personally mentioned by someone I hold so near and dear to my heart. I thought time and marriage would dampen my feelings, but now I know that will never be. My chest pounds from the rapidity of my pulse and all I can keep thinking are those words spoken aloud... in his voice.
"I'm looking at you Magpie Grayhope."
He's looking at me. It sends fluttering butterflies to my stomach and I feel light-headed. My palms are sweaty. How can I contain these private feelings for much longer?
"I'm looking at you Magpie Grayhope."
He's looking at me. It sends fluttering butterflies to my stomach and I feel light-headed. My palms are sweaty. How can I contain these private feelings for much longer?
Written By Magpie
Dec. 17, 2017, 10:54 p.m.(10/16/1007 AR)
Maelstrom. Who knew it could be so exciting?!
Time to go drink myself to a stupor as is proper for the loss of a long-time friend and reliable crew member. We'll miss you, Dean.
Time to go drink myself to a stupor as is proper for the loss of a long-time friend and reliable crew member. We'll miss you, Dean.
Written By Magpie
Dec. 10, 2017, 6:59 p.m.(10/2/1007 AR)
Some recent things I crossed off my bucket list:
* Got to be a passenger on the High Lord of Thrax's ship.
* Got to spend time in an Inquisition cell. (They're actually nicer than the Iron Guard's cells, in case anyone was wondering)
* Funeral for a spider a stepped on by the Archlector of Death, complete with pyre.
Good times. Good times.
* Got to be a passenger on the High Lord of Thrax's ship.
* Got to spend time in an Inquisition cell. (They're actually nicer than the Iron Guard's cells, in case anyone was wondering)
* Funeral for a spider a stepped on by the Archlector of Death, complete with pyre.
Good times. Good times.
Written By Magpie
Nov. 27, 2017, 10:50 a.m.(9/2/1007 AR)
There is nothing so incredibly rewarding as when you have that first sip of Honey whiskey in the morning. Even if You aren't a morning drinker, you can get yourself equally Rewarded in the afternoon. Eventually the sips blur together and meld over your tongue like the ever-washing waves upon the a beach shore, but as the tide comes in upon the sea, and the sand is gradually wiped clean? Much the same.
Exactly why is this sailor here at the archives, rambling like some Mediocre poet or wannabe writer? Basically, he's drunk, high, and perhaps trying to sober up before facing the rest of the day.
Ever see a Really vague journal a person has written where there's no context and can't help but wonder what the fucking point of it was? you know you have. i ... don't really know where i was going with this... at all.. i need a nap.
Exactly why is this sailor here at the archives, rambling like some Mediocre poet or wannabe writer? Basically, he's drunk, high, and perhaps trying to sober up before facing the rest of the day.
Ever see a Really vague journal a person has written where there's no context and can't help but wonder what the fucking point of it was? you know you have. i ... don't really know where i was going with this... at all.. i need a nap.
Written By Magpie
Nov. 26, 2017, 7:21 p.m.(8/28/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Torian
Hahahaha. My in-law thinks we'd name our kid after him. That's funny.
Whenever we have a kid I think I might hold some kind of naming contest. It worked well for Thena's boat fund.
Whenever we have a kid I think I might hold some kind of naming contest. It worked well for Thena's boat fund.
Written By Magpie
Nov. 26, 2017, 5:37 p.m.(8/28/1007 AR)
Wife got a dog at the party. I did all the work, she just had to spear the rings. Way I see it, the mutt is at least half mine and I helped name him, too. Besides, that ugly creature needs all the friends he can get. Mice and rats beware, the Scourge will be upon them.
Pretty fun week. Birthday parties. Hours of time in the workshop. Made a great trade with Aureth. Can't complain. Can't complain.
Pretty fun week. Birthday parties. Hours of time in the workshop. Made a great trade with Aureth. Can't complain. Can't complain.
Written By Magpie
Nov. 21, 2017, 8:22 a.m.(8/16/1007 AR)
Hey Journal Junkies, how's it going? I never thought anyone read my journals save a handful of friends (enemies?). Recently I learned that Prince Laric Grayson, Master of Questions reads them! Honestly, I feel honored. That man has a keen mind and a wonderful flare for dramatic timing. I may have to take lessons from him on patience and waiting for the right moment to get to the punchline.
Anyway, Laric's interest in my personal life aside, I have some thoughts to dwell upon. I've been thinking about expanding to a second shopfront for Highway Robbery, something located in the Crown area, possibly. I'm just not sure if this is a good idea or not. On the one hand, it'd make it easier for people that live in the fancier parts of the city to get their Mystery Bags. On the other hand, I kind of secretly enjoy forcing nobility to come down to the slums to shop. It makes things more equal. I need to ponder this one more.
Another investment I'm working on is commissioning another ship. The Magpie is a great boat and there's nothing wrong with it, but if I want to expand I'm going to need another ship. I'm tempted to put together some kind of naming contest like my cousin did, but I have a feeling I won't get the same kind of enthusiasm that she did. Maybe I'll do a raffle where the winner gets one of the first productions of every new figurine Highway Robbery releases for the next year...
I need to find another writer to help me release books at the shop. Bryce Cartilia is on 'sabbatical' or some crap. That man is such a pain in the ass to work with.
Anyway, Laric's interest in my personal life aside, I have some thoughts to dwell upon. I've been thinking about expanding to a second shopfront for Highway Robbery, something located in the Crown area, possibly. I'm just not sure if this is a good idea or not. On the one hand, it'd make it easier for people that live in the fancier parts of the city to get their Mystery Bags. On the other hand, I kind of secretly enjoy forcing nobility to come down to the slums to shop. It makes things more equal. I need to ponder this one more.
Another investment I'm working on is commissioning another ship. The Magpie is a great boat and there's nothing wrong with it, but if I want to expand I'm going to need another ship. I'm tempted to put together some kind of naming contest like my cousin did, but I have a feeling I won't get the same kind of enthusiasm that she did. Maybe I'll do a raffle where the winner gets one of the first productions of every new figurine Highway Robbery releases for the next year...
I need to find another writer to help me release books at the shop. Bryce Cartilia is on 'sabbatical' or some crap. That man is such a pain in the ass to work with.
Written By Magpie
Nov. 16, 2017, 7:09 p.m.(8/6/1007 AR)
No more drunk journaling.
Friends in the city! Don't journal while drunk!
Friends in the city! Don't journal while drunk!
Written By Magpie
Nov. 11, 2017, 7:51 a.m.(7/23/1007 AR)
Friends! Enemies! Acquaintances! Strangers!! Royalty, Nobility, and Commoners! Abandoned! Prodigals! Refugees! People of unknown status otherwise not mentioned!
Let us all come together and see this ship named 'Dame Thena Grayhope Lounge'!
If the name wins, I will give out FREE miniature carvings* of the ship at my shop AND I will make a model to scale for figurines to fit upon and sell it at a reasonable price.
Search your hearts for this charitable cause, it's only 10 writs per entry. Surely we all have a few of those kicking around. Send them to Thena with the message 'Dame Thena Grayhope Lounge' and you will have done us all a great service.
Also, if the name wins? I will be certain to break a bottle of the fabulous Prince Creston's Black Rum across the hull.
Thank you.
* While supplies last
Let us all come together and see this ship named 'Dame Thena Grayhope Lounge'!
If the name wins, I will give out FREE miniature carvings* of the ship at my shop AND I will make a model to scale for figurines to fit upon and sell it at a reasonable price.
Search your hearts for this charitable cause, it's only 10 writs per entry. Surely we all have a few of those kicking around. Send them to Thena with the message 'Dame Thena Grayhope Lounge' and you will have done us all a great service.
Also, if the name wins? I will be certain to break a bottle of the fabulous Prince Creston's Black Rum across the hull.
Thank you.
* While supplies last
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