Written By Eirene
Feb. 1, 2021, 2:48 p.m.(11/10/1014 AR)
Weather's turned to shit. Hurricanes off the far coast, terrible rains here in Arx.
Of COURSE it will rain on my kids' birthday. No outdoor party for them. They're terribly disappointed. Moreso because I won't let them go out and play in the muddy garden. Ugh, this is going to kill my herbs.
Of COURSE it will rain on my kids' birthday. No outdoor party for them. They're terribly disappointed. Moreso because I won't let them go out and play in the muddy garden. Ugh, this is going to kill my herbs.
Written By Eirene
Jan. 21, 2021, 2:17 p.m.(10/16/1014 AR)
Setting sail and spending time away from my little family is hard. I've gotten fucking soft in my 'old age' and motherhood. Used to be I'd drop off and go on a mission without blinking an eye or worrying who might miss me or be waiting for me to come back. Can't do that anymore. Too many souls would miss me if I didn't return, and I feel a nagging guilt at that. It's part of why I never wanted to marry or have kids when I was younger; I'm glad I changed my mind though.
Written By Eirene
Jan. 18, 2021, 11:36 a.m.(10/10/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Valencia
We went into an old cave in a territory I won't disclose, but we found lovely little fish who seem to glow in the darkness. Princess Valencia suggested we take some back. I gave them to my twins Idris and Iris as an early birthday-gift (they're six next month) and they now have a nightlight that helps them chase away shadows.
Written By Eirene
Jan. 16, 2021, 8:07 p.m.(10/7/1014 AR)
It's always hard to prepare to go off to what could be your last mission. It's even harder when you have people who love you and need you waiting back at home. For years I avoided attachments because I was afraid I would break my heart. I'm glad I found the courage to love and be loved. Aww, sentimental shit. If I die, I would hate to have something like this be my last journal entry, so I'll sign off with "Fucking A, of course I'm coming back from this."
Written By Eirene
Dec. 18, 2020, 11:05 a.m.(8/4/1014 AR)
Spent a summer's day watching my children splash in a pool with my husband, while my infant son slept quietly in his bassinet.
The sun, the sound of laughter, the peacefulness of it all; this is why I fight so hard to preserve life. To ensure we can all have perfect moments like that.
The sun, the sound of laughter, the peacefulness of it all; this is why I fight so hard to preserve life. To ensure we can all have perfect moments like that.
Written By Eirene
Dec. 18, 2020, 11:03 a.m.(8/4/1014 AR)
The sheer number of people who have reached out to let me help coordinate their fleet healers is astonishing. Astonishing as it's been close to fucking zero. I hope you all have good ships surgeons, really, for the sake of your troops and sailors.
I appreciate the people who have spoken to me about giving their troops for protection for the Physicians and Mercy's, above and beyond what good the Knights of Solace will be doing.
Your names are on my list.
It's a short fucking list.
I'd be happy to add more to it.
In related news, Giada is a fucking Gild-send. A good QM is essential to any organization.
I appreciate the people who have spoken to me about giving their troops for protection for the Physicians and Mercy's, above and beyond what good the Knights of Solace will be doing.
Your names are on my list.
It's a short fucking list.
I'd be happy to add more to it.
In related news, Giada is a fucking Gild-send. A good QM is essential to any organization.
Written By Eirene
Dec. 1, 2020, 11:04 a.m.(6/26/1014 AR)
Nothing annoys me more than a problem I can't diagnose, can't treat, can't fucking FIX. I know not all maladies have cures, not every poison has a remedy, and not every life can be saved... but I'll be damned if I don't TRY to keep my patients on the Wheel a little longer. And when faced with something I can't see, can't touch, can't remedy... I get pissy. (More than usual, Scholar).
It doesn't make sense. None of it does. It defies rhyme, reason, and natural philosophy. Fucking HATE IT.
It doesn't make sense. None of it does. It defies rhyme, reason, and natural philosophy. Fucking HATE IT.
Written By Eirene
Nov. 16, 2020, 11:41 a.m.(5/23/1014 AR)
I've realized I haven't written much about my children lately, so I will do so in order to embarrass them thoroughly when they're older.
Both of them love their baby half-brother Jace very much. They also practice bandaging him up to where he looks like he's been swaddled within an inch of his life. Always while I watch, of course. I wouldn't want my kids to do any last damage to him. Iris doesn't show much maternal instinct which is fine. I didn't either until I had her and Idris. I'm not going to shove my children into gender boxes. They can be who they are inside and their outside can reflect that.
However, I am not dying their hair purple no matter how they ask. No. That will be a birthday gift when they turn seven, provided they haven't grown out of that. I may also be gifting them sailors' daggers. They retain a sharp enough edge for cutting food up but lack a tip to stabby stab anyone. You can never start too early with proper blade safety and they -are- Malvicis.
Both of them love their baby half-brother Jace very much. They also practice bandaging him up to where he looks like he's been swaddled within an inch of his life. Always while I watch, of course. I wouldn't want my kids to do any last damage to him. Iris doesn't show much maternal instinct which is fine. I didn't either until I had her and Idris. I'm not going to shove my children into gender boxes. They can be who they are inside and their outside can reflect that.
However, I am not dying their hair purple no matter how they ask. No. That will be a birthday gift when they turn seven, provided they haven't grown out of that. I may also be gifting them sailors' daggers. They retain a sharp enough edge for cutting food up but lack a tip to stabby stab anyone. You can never start too early with proper blade safety and they -are- Malvicis.
Written By Eirene
Nov. 12, 2020, 9:50 a.m.(5/15/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Orazio
I've known Dominus Orazio longer than any of you. He and I served together in the Southport military when we were younger. The stories I could tell. But I won't. They serve no purpose other than to bring a smile to the memory of those who were there.
Mostly I remember even then he was a man of faith and principle. Devoted to duty, whether it was to the Gods or our Duchess.
Gods, I'm crying. Heh. I've lost so many old friends that his loss really stings. Especially since I had thought he would pass peacefully in his bed with a holy book half-read on his lap and a cup of tea on a table.
He approached me years ago to help him investigate the sighting of something horrific near Sanctum. It was what you would call a horedling, a demonic flesh construct created by the sacrifice of the Legate of the Shield and her Knights of Solace. It was the first known sighting in centuries. The beast was destroyed at the cost of many fine knights but we watched it die.
Even before he became Dominus he was fighting to push back the dark Reflections of the Gods he loved so dear.
His duties eventually consumed his time but he still found a few hours to occasionally sit with an old friend (me) and share the wisdom he had learned. All of my knowledge of the Gods came from him.
And you know you've made a mark on the world when your enemies mourn your loss and call for vengeance and justice.
May the Wheel spin Razi into another incarnation as noble as this one. And fuck you, Helianthus. Your end is coming.
Mostly I remember even then he was a man of faith and principle. Devoted to duty, whether it was to the Gods or our Duchess.
Gods, I'm crying. Heh. I've lost so many old friends that his loss really stings. Especially since I had thought he would pass peacefully in his bed with a holy book half-read on his lap and a cup of tea on a table.
He approached me years ago to help him investigate the sighting of something horrific near Sanctum. It was what you would call a horedling, a demonic flesh construct created by the sacrifice of the Legate of the Shield and her Knights of Solace. It was the first known sighting in centuries. The beast was destroyed at the cost of many fine knights but we watched it die.
Even before he became Dominus he was fighting to push back the dark Reflections of the Gods he loved so dear.
His duties eventually consumed his time but he still found a few hours to occasionally sit with an old friend (me) and share the wisdom he had learned. All of my knowledge of the Gods came from him.
And you know you've made a mark on the world when your enemies mourn your loss and call for vengeance and justice.
May the Wheel spin Razi into another incarnation as noble as this one. And fuck you, Helianthus. Your end is coming.
Written By Eirene
Nov. 9, 2020, 10:07 a.m.(5/9/1014 AR)
Gloria and Lagoma be with me as we prepare for war. The ladies of good and just conflict and good and healthy change guide my hand as we prepare the Lady's Jewels to be a floating hospital. I've been named as her overseer and in charge of guiding the Mercy and Physician forces into war. I'm no naval commander but I understand logistics, tactics, and the need for medics in such a conflict.
That said, I invite any who have forces deploying to work with us to ensure that the medical needs are anticipated and met for the battles ahead. We will do everything in our power to ensure there is help where it is needed. Donations of staff, money, supplies, and military guards will be needed, so if you're generous please be so inclined to throw your backing to the Mercy's or the Guild.
That said, I invite any who have forces deploying to work with us to ensure that the medical needs are anticipated and met for the battles ahead. We will do everything in our power to ensure there is help where it is needed. Donations of staff, money, supplies, and military guards will be needed, so if you're generous please be so inclined to throw your backing to the Mercy's or the Guild.
Written By Eirene
Oct. 27, 2020, 10:03 p.m.(4/12/1014 AR)
So I have a new baby. His name is Jace. He is tiny, somewhat pinkish, and has more hair than his father. Yes, I was my usual swearing self during the labor, which was actually MUCH easier than when I had the twins. So now I have a newborn and my figure is starting to go back to normal. AND I CAN DRINK AGAIN.
So to celebrate, I went to the dirty song sing-along at the Murder of Crows. I sang 'Her Cups Runneth Over' which is about the beauty of all sizes of boobs. It was apparently a hit because most people dig boobs. I certainly know my son is obsessed with them, but it's his only source of food so that's fair.
So to celebrate, I went to the dirty song sing-along at the Murder of Crows. I sang 'Her Cups Runneth Over' which is about the beauty of all sizes of boobs. It was apparently a hit because most people dig boobs. I certainly know my son is obsessed with them, but it's his only source of food so that's fair.
Written By Eirene
Oct. 13, 2020, 2:47 p.m.(3/12/1014 AR)
So I hosted a Medic's Face-Off challenge the other day, which seemed a grand success. We had almost 10 contestants from all types of medical schools. It was good to see the skills of the city's medically trained sorts. I admit, the 'haul the patient' portion of the competition was a bit rough, and Gods knows I would have struggled there too, but it was important to showcase that medical skill alone isn't always needed in an emergency situation.
A fucking success, if I do say so myself. I'm quite pleased. Maybe I'll make it an annual event, to keep the skills of our doctors, Mercy's, alchemists, and Harlequins honed. And have some fun with goopy fake raspberry gel blood in the process.
A fucking success, if I do say so myself. I'm quite pleased. Maybe I'll make it an annual event, to keep the skills of our doctors, Mercy's, alchemists, and Harlequins honed. And have some fun with goopy fake raspberry gel blood in the process.
Written By Eirene
Oct. 11, 2020, 12:35 a.m.(3/7/1014 AR)
Just returned from a festival celebrating Choice and all that it means. Mostly it meant people chose to party pretty damn hard. Ended up seeing something that will likely give me nightmares for a little while. But, the good part? Well, none of it was good, I suppose. Fourteen people dead. At least the one responsible is among them.
My knowledge in occult and esoteric matters can come in handy sometimes. Like knowing when you've got a real expert on your hands or someone who was throwing around symbols and letters like a toddler writes a letter. I do worry though. Any dabbling in blood magic is dangerous. A little knowledge or a lot; doesn't matter. It's all a threat.
My knowledge in occult and esoteric matters can come in handy sometimes. Like knowing when you've got a real expert on your hands or someone who was throwing around symbols and letters like a toddler writes a letter. I do worry though. Any dabbling in blood magic is dangerous. A little knowledge or a lot; doesn't matter. It's all a threat.
Written By Eirene
Oct. 8, 2020, 10:11 a.m.(3/1/1014 AR)
I am hosting an event for medics of all stripes; the Mercy's, the Physicians, the healers who work outside the auspices of our two organizations, (ooh, fancy word, auspice). Basically if you've ever wrapped a bandage, sewn a wound, or prescribed a medicine you're welcome to show and test your skills.
Even now, my poor Riven's Wing trainees are sewing together dummies from straw and canvas and preparing fake organs. (Gelatin and some pastry and things; I'm sparing the pig-parts for actual training and not this contest). Thea was good enough to donate some prizes.
It should be fun. I like running people through their paces and seeing just how good they are; and proving to themselves they are better, or can be better. Growth is good. Change is good. Lagoma, blah blah, purifying fire and all that.
I can't do part one of it, which is the body-haul. I'm in no way shape or form about to carry a two-hundred pound dummy (Yes, that's the weight- to represent a soldier in armor) across the small obstacle course I have set up. I have a feeling many of our entries won't be able to do that, but it's part of what I train my soldiers to do. You can't always count on someone else to get them to safety, sometimes a fireman's carry or a cradle carry is all you'll get. It will likely be the roughest part, so it's going to be first and out of the way for them so they can then get to the stuff they have talents in; organ ID and sewing shut wounds and splinting. Last one is 'what do you prescribe for X' so their patient can recover swiftly.
Here's hoping we get a decent turn-out.
Even now, my poor Riven's Wing trainees are sewing together dummies from straw and canvas and preparing fake organs. (Gelatin and some pastry and things; I'm sparing the pig-parts for actual training and not this contest). Thea was good enough to donate some prizes.
It should be fun. I like running people through their paces and seeing just how good they are; and proving to themselves they are better, or can be better. Growth is good. Change is good. Lagoma, blah blah, purifying fire and all that.
I can't do part one of it, which is the body-haul. I'm in no way shape or form about to carry a two-hundred pound dummy (Yes, that's the weight- to represent a soldier in armor) across the small obstacle course I have set up. I have a feeling many of our entries won't be able to do that, but it's part of what I train my soldiers to do. You can't always count on someone else to get them to safety, sometimes a fireman's carry or a cradle carry is all you'll get. It will likely be the roughest part, so it's going to be first and out of the way for them so they can then get to the stuff they have talents in; organ ID and sewing shut wounds and splinting. Last one is 'what do you prescribe for X' so their patient can recover swiftly.
Here's hoping we get a decent turn-out.
Written By Eirene
Oct. 8, 2020, 10:02 a.m.(3/1/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Orazio
I was thinking about Saedrus the other day and how much I miss that punk. Yes, I said punk. I knew him before you, so I can say it. I was proud of how soft he was able to make himself, which is a really f'd up compliment coming from me.
That got me thinking about Eos. And Kima. And all my other old friends from Southport I knew in my youth. I think Razi (Yes, Orazio, the Dominus) is the only one still kicking it around Arx. And we, for obvious reasons, don't spend much social time together. Yes, scholar, don't look so surprised. I am, or was, friends with the Dominus. Luxury of knowing him in his youth.
Last time he was free enough to spare me a few hours he went over the pantheon for me like I was seven and needed to learn them all over again. A refresher course, taught by the highest in the land. That's the kind of person he is, he doesn't care who you are or what you've done; he helps with that spiritual need.
That got me thinking about Eos. And Kima. And all my other old friends from Southport I knew in my youth. I think Razi (Yes, Orazio, the Dominus) is the only one still kicking it around Arx. And we, for obvious reasons, don't spend much social time together. Yes, scholar, don't look so surprised. I am, or was, friends with the Dominus. Luxury of knowing him in his youth.
Last time he was free enough to spare me a few hours he went over the pantheon for me like I was seven and needed to learn them all over again. A refresher course, taught by the highest in the land. That's the kind of person he is, he doesn't care who you are or what you've done; he helps with that spiritual need.
Written By Eirene
Sept. 22, 2020, 10:24 a.m.(1/25/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Fidel
I don't know who he is but based on his 'I've arrived in Arx' announcement, I already want to punch him.
Written By Eirene
Sept. 16, 2020, 10:40 a.m.(1/13/1014 AR)
My children love winter far more than I do. This is their second winter in Arx and they're still transfixed by snow. They play snowball fights in the garden with the Riven children and they go ice-sliding on the pond. I've neither encouraged nor discouraged this, but I do regularly check to make sure the ice is frozen over. Not like they could drown in the pond or get trapped under the ice, but mothers have this way of worrying about the worst.
Being pregnant is an excellent excuse to nestle by a fire and work on my embroidery. It has flowers and says several lovely obscenities, before anyone things I've gone domestic on them. Between the Archives, the Grace, the Fox, and the Riven study, I've got a routine settled into place. Traversing the city while pregnant and in the snow isn't the smartest thing I've done, but when was I ever accused of being a genius?
I don't like being in the Archives alone. I make sure Planchet and Carissa stay close. I just feel... better for them there, even if it means they're listening in on my Whites. I don't feel like recording any Black Journals any time soon for reasons.
Being pregnant is an excellent excuse to nestle by a fire and work on my embroidery. It has flowers and says several lovely obscenities, before anyone things I've gone domestic on them. Between the Archives, the Grace, the Fox, and the Riven study, I've got a routine settled into place. Traversing the city while pregnant and in the snow isn't the smartest thing I've done, but when was I ever accused of being a genius?
I don't like being in the Archives alone. I make sure Planchet and Carissa stay close. I just feel... better for them there, even if it means they're listening in on my Whites. I don't feel like recording any Black Journals any time soon for reasons.
Written By Eirene
Sept. 11, 2020, 9:59 a.m.(1/3/1014 AR)
Have I ever mentioned how much I fucking hate snow? Probably a lot. I'm from Southport. *South* port. Winter is a concept, not a reality.
Welcome new year. Be better than the last. But let's face it, it won't be. I'm sure of it.
I have a feeling something is going to drop; the sword over the head just dangling. Honestly, that's a dumb metaphor. The axe at the neck is more apt. Fighting in winter may be difficult for a desert peoples but I doubt they'll wait three months for a thaw. They'll need to raid for supplies soon enough because your hardtack only lasts so long before bugs set in and fresh water becomes rare.
Welcome new year. Be better than the last. But let's face it, it won't be. I'm sure of it.
I have a feeling something is going to drop; the sword over the head just dangling. Honestly, that's a dumb metaphor. The axe at the neck is more apt. Fighting in winter may be difficult for a desert peoples but I doubt they'll wait three months for a thaw. They'll need to raid for supplies soon enough because your hardtack only lasts so long before bugs set in and fresh water becomes rare.
Written By Eirene
Sept. 10, 2020, 10:08 a.m.(1/1/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Symonesse
So my cow (Technically mine, but she belongs to the children) placed 3rd in the Bovine Grand Prix. Normally I wouldn't enter this kind of thing but Idris and Iris really wanted to watch a cow run so I indulged them. They now have a trophy that looks like the Queen to decorate their bedroom. Both of them were so thrilled. I put it up on a high shelf so they can see it but neither can grab it and fight over it. Sharing is caring, blah blah, fucking platitudes.
Speaking of the Queen, Symonesse told Mihaly and I we're having a boy. Mihaly was almost as silently stunned as when I first told him he'd be a father. She also invited the twins to go spend time with the Royal Twins. I can see the four of them getting into trouble exploring the palace and that delights me. I want them to make friends and have connections in the city for when they're grown. The Compact is only as strong as our bonds, and I want the twins to have strength and allies for the fights to come in the future.
Speaking of the Queen, Symonesse told Mihaly and I we're having a boy. Mihaly was almost as silently stunned as when I first told him he'd be a father. She also invited the twins to go spend time with the Royal Twins. I can see the four of them getting into trouble exploring the palace and that delights me. I want them to make friends and have connections in the city for when they're grown. The Compact is only as strong as our bonds, and I want the twins to have strength and allies for the fights to come in the future.
Written By Eirene
Sept. 8, 2020, 11:53 a.m.(12/25/1013 AR)
There's a ball coming up and I feel obliged to attend because our cow did so well (My children insisted we enter). However, all my dresses are designed for Lycene slink which doesn't lend itself well to big-ass-belly-pregnancy-bulge. So I may have to get a new dress (I have some fabric) and have it with the adjustable laces on the side so I can still wear it after the fact.
Ah crap, I got no time, do I? That damn thing is in a day or two. Better hope I can find a rush tailor...
Ah crap, I got no time, do I? That damn thing is in a day or two. Better hope I can find a rush tailor...
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