Written By Abbas
Dec. 23, 2016, 12:23 a.m.(6/16/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Dagon
Thraxian. A swordsman to make our people proud. And the heir. Hisself makes no mistakes. He has a fire within him. When it comes time to do the killing for him I shall bring the fury and cold murder to compliment his will.
Written By Abbas
Dec. 23, 2016, 12:21 a.m.(6/16/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Donella
Blood first. Blood forever. It has taken time for me to thaw to a woman as the Voice. But I must admit Hisself makes no errors of judgement.
As time passes I find myself seeing her more as my cousin and ally than as someone standing in the face of custom.
As time passes I find myself seeing her more as my cousin and ally than as someone standing in the face of custom.
Written By Abbas
Dec. 23, 2016, 12:19 a.m.(6/16/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Darrow
When you venture into the Salt where the dread terror of the deep unknown tugs at your essence. It is good to know that the killers at your side have true Thraxian hard-light that shines in their eyes. I watched Darrow butcher personally a dozen men without a second thought. The fleet is better for him. His veins pump the Salt of our people; I will pile corpses with him any day and spread the terror of the serpent banners.
Written By Abbas
Dec. 12, 2016, 12:01 a.m.(5/11/1005 AR)
After returning from some time away to check on the fleet I have found news in spades. My cousin and the heir to be is to marry a Grayson. There has been two Bringers killed and this is all occuring. Having learned the price of the Tenid I question why should we continue to pay it? After all these generations the knowledge of this was lost and it is a matter of time before it happens again. Why not face it instead of forcing some generations down the line to the slaughter? We know of it. We can bide our time, make a few rounds of sacrifice and then confront it. But some day it will fail. Why let it fail upon the world unprepared like we were? Why not learn this lesson and heed its tale? I'm am a man bent to action. I do not see the other side and admit I have a flawed view by nature.
Written By Abbas
Dec. 4, 2016, 11:15 p.m.(4/18/1005 AR)
I received a gift today that is meaningful to me. I find that in abscence it helps but it is no substitute for the actual physical presence. I'm not the whining sentimental sort. In fact, I would say I'm mercurial at best and my moods are fleeting and diverse. Lately I've grown more accustomed to Arx and not living my life as if I am reaving upon the Salt. It's been a slow adjustments but one I'm growing more accustomed to as the seasons turn.
Written By Abbas
Nov. 27, 2016, 8:06 p.m.(3/25/1005 AR)
Many do not understand thralldom. It is not a bound cruelty. The strong can only give so much to the weak. The strong must focus on the strong. Thralldom is truly Thraxian charity and kindness. The alternative for those who cannot stand the relentless hammering of the surf is not a kind one; the mercy of Thralldom is often misunderstood.
Written By Abbas
Nov. 27, 2016, 8:03 p.m.(3/25/1005 AR)
I crave to see the longships with their serpent banners stretched in the Salt wind. I crave to feel the splinter of wood and the mad rush of fury when my butchers go leaping over the rails. I miss the Salt. It calls for blood and steel.
Written By Abbas
Nov. 15, 2016, 9:39 a.m.(2/16/1005 AR)
Last night they held the Assembly. I did not speak like I wanted to do so. I had never been to such a thing before and I have been Reaving since I was 12. I haven't been breaking bread and negotiating deals. Nor is that what I am suited for.
I feel for those who are being butchered. Death is certain but being ripped apart limb from limb and mutilated for dark magic is beyond comprehension. I have done things that others will measure in terms of barbarity and cruelty. But it is nothing compared to what the Bringer did.
People are being slaughtered and all we do is leave notes in the woods. Hoping for peace is splendid but one should also be prepared for war. And right now our only defense is pleading to things that treat us like pawns.
That's no defense at all.
Written By Abbas
Nov. 13, 2016, 7:15 p.m.(2/11/1005 AR)
Recent journey's have tested me. The things that are of this world are not all frilly and lace. There are things that make the most seasoned killer tremble. And at times I wonder if madness is not more appealing.
Written By Abbas
Nov. 10, 2016, 10:39 a.m.(2/1/1005 AR)
Titles. I never make my men address me as fucking Captain or as the f@$@king Lion of the Darkwater. I hate when someone calls me a Sea Lion. It just makes me sick as I walk around Arx and I hear of military and holding titles bandied about like they had any metal to them at all. It's like they got fat and haven't earned who they are through deed; it is hard to not roll my eyes you would think with the number of great titled people in this city we would have no #$%@% problems.
Written By Abbas
Nov. 6, 2016, 10:09 p.m.(1/18/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Nadia
I am not sure what I can say about her. She and I have had the chance to grow close since the summer. And I hold her in a different light than most women. It is a funny thing -- Arx. It makes you judge how you measure people; I cannot stomach full immersion in the weaker cultures. But I don't mind the taste, either. I wish to see the mountains.
Written By Abbas
Nov. 6, 2016, 10:04 p.m.(1/18/1005 AR)
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Written By Abbas
Nov. 6, 2016, 10 p.m.(1/18/1005 AR)
I feel as if we are on the edge of cliff. Below us the surf hammers against the rock with no offer of mercy. The water is dark and the tide is the blood tide. The time to tithe ourselves of our blood is now. So many of my cousin and family do not hold the ways of the Salt as I do. There is definitely a change in how some Thraxian view the world. It is a shame -- the Salt is without room for error as it is a cruel mistress who will slit your throat the moment you show your soft underbelly. I implore my blood to put your delicate sensibilities aside. Sharp your axes and get ready to slaughter. Killing blows, boys. Killing blows only.
Written By Abbas
Oct. 25, 2016, 2:32 p.m.(12/9/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Kima
This was the first woman I met here. Cloaked in the banner of some mid-level house. She left an impression of strength. I wondered if a robust set of balls lay under that dress somewhere. She seems a knight. She talks a knight. I respect a knight. Shame I've butchered so many fucking knights. Hopefully she'll stick.
Written By Abbas
Oct. 25, 2016, 2:30 p.m.(12/9/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Nadia
What can I say? I find the duchess of Nightgold to be someone I enjoy being with. I have spent the last twelve years in blood and salt; this is something I have never known -- relating to women in such a manner that they are seen as equals. I have never ventured before to call a woman my equal. And I am still skeptical -- no woman would survive the Salt life I live. How could one expect there to be the nurture of babe to breast after such slaughter? Nor would I ever dream of placing her in the way of certain death. So I am left perplexed -- but she has become my one beacon in the stinking dredges of a fat and lazy Grayson led city.
Written By Abbas
Oct. 25, 2016, 10:14 a.m.(12/9/1004 AR)
I can't believe I'm fucking doing this. Writing thoughts and feelings down like some girl taking a piss about her feelings but here goes.
All I want is a fucking axe? I went around to a few shops and I see these monsters of weapons. I mean absolute fine quality but every single one of them is done up in beautiful oceans scenes with majestic ships that harken me back to some time when I was a wee boy and blah blah blah.
This just makes me want to vomit my scallops and clams all over the pretty things.
I just want a fucking weapon that will spill a guts ten times out of tens when fucking used with proper Thraxian guidance. I don't want the unfortunate villager to think I'm taking out the weapon because I want to sit and commiserate with his feelings about the sea. I want the shit to see it be like.. that looks functional. And real - and it best he hand over his taxation before I split his wig with it.
All I want is a fucking axe? I went around to a few shops and I see these monsters of weapons. I mean absolute fine quality but every single one of them is done up in beautiful oceans scenes with majestic ships that harken me back to some time when I was a wee boy and blah blah blah.
This just makes me want to vomit my scallops and clams all over the pretty things.
I just want a fucking weapon that will spill a guts ten times out of tens when fucking used with proper Thraxian guidance. I don't want the unfortunate villager to think I'm taking out the weapon because I want to sit and commiserate with his feelings about the sea. I want the shit to see it be like.. that looks functional. And real - and it best he hand over his taxation before I split his wig with it.
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