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Written By Alrec

Nov. 5, 2018, 1:32 p.m.(12/9/1009 AR)

Wow, you know you are in the right track when the Thrax High Lord himself writes to you to issue you a personal ban from the ward. I would say that I will miss the Thraxian rum but my Pravus liege keeps me well supplied with the alternatives.

Written By Alrec

Nov. 1, 2018, 7:45 p.m.(12/1/1009 AR)

With that 10,000 silver fee, I hope they atleast scrap the barnacles off the hull of my ship.

Written By Alrec

Nov. 1, 2018, 6:42 p.m.(12/1/1009 AR)

You silks and your oath. It is especially funny when a lesson a morality comes from slave-traders.

Written By Alrec

Oct. 31, 2018, 11:06 a.m.(11/27/1009 AR)

Oh Setarco, here I am back in Arx. Where it rains all the time and the rum is kept out of reach, locked up in the Thrax ward. Buying silk would remedy this gut-wrenching homesickness but my silk dealer in the Lyceum ward says my reputation ain't good no more.

Written By Alrec

Jan. 9, 2017, 7:45 p.m.(8/14/1005 AR)

This is bad and I have exposed myself to the world and they have seen my black soul. They know if the horrors I have done and at least I was told of the deal that was made. I need to seek a way to redeem myself and the horrible deeds down in my flesh. I have a plan and I need to speak to the Duchess about it before I move forward one way or the other.

Thank you for helping me see the light even if it means and what we have is smashed. I will redeem myself soon....even if it is my life.

Written By Alrec

Nov. 20, 2016, 2:07 p.m.(3/3/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Belladonna

My duchess has returned to the city. It seems my work is no longer so laid back. Her careless manner and thirst for excitement is not something I missed. But I did miss her just not the trouble she brings. I'll have to brief the guards on shadowing lesson and so she doesn't even know they are there.

Written By Alrec

Nov. 20, 2016, 2:05 p.m.(3/3/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Max

A request for help from an old friend in his business. I think this might be worth doing and I will have to speak to my sailor to do this errand. It will pay off nicely.

Written By Alrec

Nov. 13, 2016, 8:44 p.m.(2/11/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Dominique

She is witty and fun too bad she is noble and I'm just a lowly pirate. But friendship has found bloom in weird spots and might it shall here.

Written By Alrec

Nov. 13, 2016, 9:04 a.m.(2/10/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Yasmine

Lovely dancer.

Written By Alrec

Nov. 12, 2016, 11:19 p.m.(2/8/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Max

I saw my old friend tonight at the bathhouse....Odd it was but it seems our respect is still there for he saved my bacon yet again...One day I wish to repay him for all he has done for me.

Written By Alrec

Oct. 2, 2016, 10:33 p.m.(9/25/1004 AR)

I was feeling pretty comfortable that I could work with the knights but there was a miscommunication down the line that costs us our victory. I'll notch it down to lessons learned. I felt our efforts were noticeable and our goal hard to surpass. It was set by an extraordinary display of leadership skill from actors I did not expect. Prince Edain was a great host who rewarded those victorious with grand prizes. I could not have a better time. The drink was ok, better if it was that stuff Salazar's family makes. Still, I hope to see more contests like this in the future. I have always been an advocate for cross training, especially in times as hard as this.

Written By Alrec

Sept. 21, 2016, 11:28 p.m.(8/21/1004 AR)

I hired Master Anastasio for a simple task; to brew a hair treatment oil that could withstand the harshness of the sea and summer sun. He did not disappoint. What was delivered to me is an exquisite blend of adventure at sea, the spirit of a dangerous corsair, and the allure that all entitles. All captured in a little bottle to be sold to the masses. Not all of us are given the freedom to take to a ship and leave behind our responsibilities but with this hair fragrance, I can see even the simplest of men taking the disguise of corsairs and privateers. Perhaps enhancing their confidence in the company of womenfolk and I am sure the ladies will be forever thankful that their men both look good and smell good. It is a win/win and I am excited for what the future business with Master Anastasio holds.

Written By Alrec

Sept. 19, 2016, 7:49 p.m.(8/14/1004 AR)

Relationship Note on Tobias

Boy, do not think you know what kind of man I am or where my skill and knowledge of war start and end. I was bathe in blood while you were still in your diapers shitting and pissing on yourself. My first kill came long before I was ten and I have led men across province to province, carving out my reputation on their corpse. If you think a thing like a land is enough to hold the nightmare that I embody, well, you have much to learn and count yourself lucky that we have yet to find ourselves on opposite sides. You think you know war? Fighting mountainfolk and scavengers. You don't know jack. I will help you decide which part of the fence you are, fuck the silver we could make. I am Alrec Magaldi, dread of the Darkwater Deep and a boy ain't going to presume that I do not how to fight. No matter who your old man is. Learn some respect, I was nothing but respectful of your command and did not hold your tender age against you. In the contrary the only reason I approach your company was out of admiration for what you had build with daddy's silver. Stay in your fucking lane.

Written By Alrec

Sept. 19, 2016, 4:07 a.m.(8/12/1004 AR)

Relationship Note on Tobias

What an interesting man, Lord Tobias Telmar is. His company of mercenary is exactly what merchants need. A man cut from the same cloth as I, though a bit younger than I expect, shows a lot of promise in regard to martial business. My favorite part about him, other than his humble respect and discipline, is that he is a man driven by silver like myself and that makes things a lot easier. I hate the parlay and appreciate the simple nature of our relationship. May the winds blow in his favor. I am excited to see where the Lord takes his company.

Written By Alrec

Sept. 18, 2016, 10:40 p.m.(8/11/1004 AR)

My mother was a wicked cruel woman. Perhaps turned that way by the men of Darkwater. Still, even in her wickedness she saw me live long enough for a ship to claim me. A mercy not bestow on many children. As it was common to drown a child than to have them endure the cold and dirty streets of the Darkwater Watch. To this day, when I close my eyes, I can still see her wretched face, scarred and burned by the hate of this world. She was a survivor who met her death at the noose for the embarrassment of some wealthy john. In the end, it was her temper that got the best of her. I do remember a song she used to sing when my teeth were growing and the silence of a fuzzy infant was imperative to the survivor of it and its mother. It goes like this;

Farewell and adieu unto you Setarco ladies
Farewell and adieu to you ladies of Setarco.
For it's we've received orders for to sail for old for old Thrax.
But we hope very soon we shall see you again.

We'll rant and we'll roar like true Darkwater sailors
We'll rant and we'll roar across the salt seas.
Until we strike soundings in the Saffron Chains
From Maelstorm to Darkwater Reach is thirty-five leagues

We hove our ship to with the wind at sou'west, boys
We hove our ship to, our soundings to see
So we rounded and sounded; got forty-five fathoms
We squared our main yard and up channel steered we
Now the first land we made it is called the Saffron Chains,
Next Caith off Setarco, off Lenosia
We sailed by Southport, by Tor and Sanctum
Till we came abreast of the South Telmarch Light

Then the signal was made for the grand fleet to anchor
All in the Downs that night for to lie
Then it's stand by your stoppers, see clear your shank-painters,
Haul all your clew garnets, let tacks and sheets fly
Now let every man toss off a full bumper,
And let every man drink off a full glass
And we'll drink and be merry and drown melancholy
Singing, here's a good health to each true-hearted lass.

Written By Alrec

Sept. 16, 2016, 1:34 p.m.(8/4/1004 AR)

Relationship Note on Anastasio

I had the opportunity to meet with this man through my inquiry via classifieds. The little research I did on his identity speaks little of the true delight this man is to have in one's company. I hate having to explain myself, especially more than once, so when Anastasio understood my intentions before we even sat to discuss business it was refreshing. I feel priviledge that he is working with me and now my mood good for our future holds a shit ton of silver and fame.

Written By Alrec

Sept. 16, 2016, 11:42 a.m.(8/4/1004 AR)

Work has commenced on the Admiral warship with some of the crew moving back to the birthing while the rest remain at the camp on the beach. Mostly the master at arm's men as they have been tasked with sound and security and land play better for that sort of training. I spoke to Lou about waste management and she reiterated what was on my mind, as a result I have authorized the camp to dispose of waste through burning and only when the wind is in our favor as to not pollute the city. Reports have come back favorly. About my other business, I haven't been the most responsible with as I am waiting for my gifts to be completed by another artist, not Enzo, as of today I have not heard from said artist and will request Sir Silas to commence the project and move forward with my meetings. I can not continue to keep this people waiting or fear their lost of interest.

Written By Alrec

Sept. 9, 2016, 3:41 p.m.(7/12/1004 AR)

I have many business in the works and like the sea they come and go requiring me to always be on the alert and take advantage of the right time and place to see them come to fruitition. Both of my plans have been met with positive feedback, one more than the other but I feel pretty content with the response.

Written By Alrec

Sept. 5, 2016, 2:35 a.m.(6/27/1004 AR)

Perhaps it is the wine but I can't help but to recall a time in my past when I was not captain or in charge of men and their ships. I was too small and scrawny to work on the deck and if you did not work, you did not eat. Stealing was too dangerous. If you were caught, they toss you off the ship and into the sharks. It was the quartermaster who suggested I go after the rats in the ship. I did not have the credit for a knife so for the first couple months it was with my bare hands that I found enough silver to buy a knife. It was a splendid little piece of metal that once belong to the ship's barber who caught a case of the scurvy and died. It was rusted from many years of no use but the quartermaster, a man with a soft heart, gave me some supplies to make her the sharpest blade. In exchange I was to cut the hair off his face. In a matter of days, I went from stalking the bowels of the ship for rats to being the ship's barber. My skills did not go unnoticed, soon captains and their officers invited me to their staterooms and bridges. The close proximity to captains and officers of merit allowed me to learn from the best until eventually I learned how to become a captain of my own ship, by cutting throats...

Still, I think about how would my life have been if I had settled for the humble profession of a barber. I wonder if I stuck with brewing my own potions, perfumes, and cologne if that would have been my true path. Maybe I should look into it.

Written By Alrec

Sept. 4, 2016, 10:03 p.m.(6/26/1004 AR)

I purchased a giant painting of myself from Enzo and put it on the wall of my stateroom. I can't help but feel intimidated by the man's glare, my own, and it empowers me with confidence. It also reminds me that the only threat I face, will come from within. I am my worst enemy. Thoughts best pushed aside and concentrated on my current tasks at hand. It was not my intent to scare you but to show you that I am a man to fear. To show off my resolve and my strength in order to motivate my allies to come alongside me. I am too tired for war.

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