Written By Haakon
Nov. 23, 2021, 10:22 a.m.(8/14/1016 AR)
Eloquence: the ability to use a thousand pretty words to get across the same fucking thing one could say with four plain ones.
Written By Haakon
Nov. 20, 2021, 10:30 a.m.(8/8/1016 AR)
Etiquette: the art of doing whatever the fuck one wants, while pretending to follow rules.
Written By Haakon
Nov. 15, 2021, 6:42 p.m.(7/27/1016 AR)
Been charged with gathering the sort of mad folk who would be eager to challenge powerful foes and strike them into pieces, until the bits stop moving.
Written By Haakon
Nov. 14, 2021, 11:25 a.m.(7/24/1016 AR)
I've spent enough year as a wolf on the waters to recognize what's at work when more than the usual ship or two are lost coming or going to the same port in the fair sailing seasons.
It's time to hunt, again.
It's time to hunt, again.
Written By Haakon
Nov. 7, 2021, 11:12 a.m.(7/10/1016 AR)
The Abandoned kings of the Oksehode Isles are no more.
Their halls are burned, their champions slain, their power broken and their name ended.
Alas that they were faithless, for they were valiant foes.
Four months this campaign dragged on, in spilled blood, shattered shields, and sundered stone. Many the brave among us bled, yet it is done.
Another clan ended.
Their halls are burned, their champions slain, their power broken and their name ended.
Alas that they were faithless, for they were valiant foes.
Four months this campaign dragged on, in spilled blood, shattered shields, and sundered stone. Many the brave among us bled, yet it is done.
Another clan ended.
Written By Haakon
Nov. 6, 2021, 10:05 a.m.(7/8/1016 AR)
Relationship Note on Savio
Lord Breakwind of House Breakwind.
Motto: this is ass.
Heraldry: a brown pale on a white field.
Motto: this is ass.
Heraldry: a brown pale on a white field.
Written By Haakon
Nov. 1, 2021, 2:16 a.m.(6/25/1016 AR)
Longship's prow cut through the sea
With the East Wind in our sail
As home in glory we all tread
From battle with foemen, bale.
Banners proud and swordarms dread
For all eternity,
As the fires of Pieros spread
And Tremorus were kept free.
Of Sea and Sky we are bred,
Unconquered, strong, and hale;
Though much valiant blood were shed
Of Mangata I prevail:
East Wind bear me home to thee.
With the East Wind in our sail
As home in glory we all tread
From battle with foemen, bale.
Banners proud and swordarms dread
For all eternity,
As the fires of Pieros spread
And Tremorus were kept free.
Of Sea and Sky we are bred,
Unconquered, strong, and hale;
Though much valiant blood were shed
Of Mangata I prevail:
East Wind bear me home to thee.
Written By Haakon
Oct. 31, 2021, 12:10 a.m.(6/23/1016 AR)
Bloody Abyss, I'll be glad once this damnable campaign in the Oksehode is done. What were meant to be finished in weeks has ground on for the better part of a year, with more fucking marching yet to be had, afore our warriors draw near the last stronghold.
Sea and Sky strike me down if I lie: I'll burn their hall and piss on the ashes.
Sea and Sky strike me down if I lie: I'll burn their hall and piss on the ashes.
Written By Haakon
Oct. 20, 2021, 6:46 p.m.(6/3/1016 AR)
Among my people, the tradition is that only the worst of the lawless folk, traitors, and oathbreakers were presented to the sea. The most common punishment for greater crimes was exile from the home island, for a number of years. A year and a day or three years being the most common. To be sent away from kith and kin were a fate terrible enough, but added to this dread was the very real chance of dying during exile, away from ties of blood or the welcome of home.
Any crime dire enough to deserve exile forever is dire enough to just kill the bleeder outright.
Yet some few among us are stricken with wanderlust, every generation. I learned no so long past that one such band of exiles had dared the Wide Sea, and reached the far shore alive, where some few had fought a shield duel to the interest and amusement of some Eurusi, afore they ventured further east, never to return.
Mayhap it were a merry show of skill for the foreigners, or mayhap after weeks or months at sea, two warriors were sick of the other's face, I know not, but an Eswynd longship crossed the Wide Sea, once. I often wonder what became of them.
Any crime dire enough to deserve exile forever is dire enough to just kill the bleeder outright.
Yet some few among us are stricken with wanderlust, every generation. I learned no so long past that one such band of exiles had dared the Wide Sea, and reached the far shore alive, where some few had fought a shield duel to the interest and amusement of some Eurusi, afore they ventured further east, never to return.
Mayhap it were a merry show of skill for the foreigners, or mayhap after weeks or months at sea, two warriors were sick of the other's face, I know not, but an Eswynd longship crossed the Wide Sea, once. I often wonder what became of them.
Written By Haakon
Oct. 2, 2021, 11:22 p.m.(4/23/1016 AR)
Medeia had the notion of the lines, each of thirteen beats. So, to mark to turning season:
As white isles grow green with spring and as the days grow long,
Once more to oars and foeman's shores, to raise a steel song.
So we hail our Goddess fair, and so our house grows strong.
As white isles grow green with spring and as the days grow long,
Once more to oars and foeman's shores, to raise a steel song.
So we hail our Goddess fair, and so our house grows strong.
Written By Haakon
Sept. 26, 2021, 12:38 a.m.(4/9/1016 AR)
My deeds of the past year would utterly confound my ancestors.
I carried off a Lycene wife of noble blood, and wed her at the palace of House Thrax in Arx. They would hail these as accomplishments of a great war chief, until learning that the marriage was negotiated ahead of time with our allies of the Lyceum, and that the Prince of Thrax is our overlord.
I have raided up the Grey River as far as Bastion, and returned with prizes from their great cathedral. This would be the most famous deed of any reaver ever born of my blood, if it were not done to hand these holy prizes humbly back to the Faith in Arx, as we are their obedient allies.
I often wonder what my ancestors would make of my life, my House, and this world.
But they are dead now, and the Wind cares not.
I carried off a Lycene wife of noble blood, and wed her at the palace of House Thrax in Arx. They would hail these as accomplishments of a great war chief, until learning that the marriage was negotiated ahead of time with our allies of the Lyceum, and that the Prince of Thrax is our overlord.
I have raided up the Grey River as far as Bastion, and returned with prizes from their great cathedral. This would be the most famous deed of any reaver ever born of my blood, if it were not done to hand these holy prizes humbly back to the Faith in Arx, as we are their obedient allies.
I often wonder what my ancestors would make of my life, my House, and this world.
But they are dead now, and the Wind cares not.
Written By Haakon
Sept. 25, 2021, 2:33 a.m.(4/8/1016 AR)
Recited at the Rite to Gloria, immediately before crossing swords with Titus Vaevici:
"Goddess of valor, hear us!
By your gifts our kin are fed,
By your arts we conquer dread,
For the weak we stand in stead
Whilst toward danger ever tread.
On this the eve of newest strife
Where the gallant will wager life,
Spending free their strength and pain
Fallen Bastion to regain,
Let our deeds of blood and steel
Please ye, Goddess, strong and leal,
That we valiant mortals might
Do great deeds beneath thy sight.
We praise ye, Goddess, now attend
As we to thee our steel psalm send."
"Goddess of valor, hear us!
By your gifts our kin are fed,
By your arts we conquer dread,
For the weak we stand in stead
Whilst toward danger ever tread.
On this the eve of newest strife
Where the gallant will wager life,
Spending free their strength and pain
Fallen Bastion to regain,
Let our deeds of blood and steel
Please ye, Goddess, strong and leal,
That we valiant mortals might
Do great deeds beneath thy sight.
We praise ye, Goddess, now attend
As we to thee our steel psalm send."
Written By Haakon
Sept. 13, 2021, 11:52 p.m.(3/13/1016 AR)
In the best fucking scrap yet in Eswyndol's yard, I watched Princes Jasher Thrax and Alantir Valardin beat each other bloody. I lost count of how many times I was certain one or the other would fall.
Written By Haakon
Sept. 10, 2021, 10:24 a.m.(3/6/1016 AR)
A fine battle at sea does much to lighten a black mood. Bringing traitors to heel does the heart good, and feeding their bodies to the sea is a worthy service. I won a worthy scar from the skilled hand of a cornered foe to remember the day, which only makes the totality of our victory sweeter.
High deeds were done by his Black Highness, Romulius, Lord Savio the Headless, Lord Titus the Twice-dead, and Zakhar Whiteboard.
I'd be remiss not to name my near-sister Lady Temira. Few folk step through a battle with such art. Just don't bid her tie off a line.
My offering to the Gods for this victory will follow, soon.
High deeds were done by his Black Highness, Romulius, Lord Savio the Headless, Lord Titus the Twice-dead, and Zakhar Whiteboard.
I'd be remiss not to name my near-sister Lady Temira. Few folk step through a battle with such art. Just don't bid her tie off a line.
My offering to the Gods for this victory will follow, soon.
Written By Haakon
Aug. 20, 2021, 7:02 p.m.(1/21/1016 AR)
Amid all else, the sensible the mad alike, I mean to gather spears for a campaign against Abandoned in the Oksehode Isles. Aye, in midwinter, though it doubles the difficulty and triples the danger. Because burning their halls and breaking their strength in this season ends the foe forever, whereas the same defeat in summer would let them hide in their hills until our warriors left or were whittled down.
Winter is a weapon, in its own way.
Winter is a weapon, in its own way.
Written By Haakon
Aug. 16, 2021, 2:01 a.m.(1/12/1016 AR)
Bloody southrons can't even salt fish properly.
Written By Haakon
Aug. 15, 2021, 12:10 p.m.(1/10/1016 AR)
A blockade is a tricky thing to maintain. The larger the harbor, the greater the challenge. A body need bring enough ships to close the port, patrol the coasts in all directions (lest runners land outside your net and simply walk in or out), with warriors enough to defeat any push out, or attempt by allies of your foe to break the blockading fleet in battle while it's spread.
Unless you've allies or armies enough to besiege them by land as well, you're trying to strangle an entire island, which few folk can manage, as no foe would live there if the isle couldn't support itself in the first place.
Even with all that: superior strength at sea, well deployed, well led, and well ordered, with a siege by land of matching competence, then thousands of high spirited warriors need wait. Oft for months on end. Goddess willing, no disease takes root while waiting aboard ships.
But when it works.. when the foe is strangled, withers, and cracks, it is a total victory, won with a shard of the losses that would have been had by direct storm. Some folk call me impatient, and mayhap they're right, but a good hunter needs patience when their prey is cornered.
I'm a very bloody patient hunter. If my temper runs short with you, then you're not my prey. Be glad of this.
Unless you've allies or armies enough to besiege them by land as well, you're trying to strangle an entire island, which few folk can manage, as no foe would live there if the isle couldn't support itself in the first place.
Even with all that: superior strength at sea, well deployed, well led, and well ordered, with a siege by land of matching competence, then thousands of high spirited warriors need wait. Oft for months on end. Goddess willing, no disease takes root while waiting aboard ships.
But when it works.. when the foe is strangled, withers, and cracks, it is a total victory, won with a shard of the losses that would have been had by direct storm. Some folk call me impatient, and mayhap they're right, but a good hunter needs patience when their prey is cornered.
I'm a very bloody patient hunter. If my temper runs short with you, then you're not my prey. Be glad of this.
Written By Haakon
Aug. 13, 2021, 11:17 a.m.(1/6/1016 AR)
A voyage under arms into the Lang Drager to cast our nets wide and see what the Goddess has placed before us.
A piece of fishing ought be good for the temper.
A piece of fishing ought be good for the temper.
Written By Haakon
Aug. 9, 2021, 1:07 p.m.(12/27/1015 AR)
It is very bloody freeing to be loathed by both ends of an argument.
Written By Haakon
Aug. 1, 2021, 10:37 a.m.(12/10/1015 AR)
Too many folk cling too bloody hard to their need to feel superior to other bodies, with all too few deeds to deserve it.
Fuck the lot of them, I'm going reaving.
Fuck the lot of them, I'm going reaving.
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