Written By Luca
May 13, 2018, 7:34 p.m.(9/25/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Hadrian
Let it never be said that you're a man who is unskilled in a game of cards.
You got out right before the cats rioted across the table. I won that round, too. Funny how that works.
You got out right before the cats rioted across the table. I won that round, too. Funny how that works.
Written By Luca
May 8, 2018, 1:20 p.m.(9/15/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Bliss
I agree with Bliss, on her viewpoint of dueling. Truthfully, I was just about to sit and write all of what she just wrote, especially the parts about Caspian and I being wonderful, but luckily I don't even have to, now. Thank you, Bliss.
But yes. Something something duels are wonderful. Use them often and well. And unwell. Use them for entertainment, or just to be a shit. But make use of them. Sometimes losing a challenge gracefully and with style is just as entertaining as winning them. That's why Arx has the most stylish Champions.
But yes. Something something duels are wonderful. Use them often and well. And unwell. Use them for entertainment, or just to be a shit. But make use of them. Sometimes losing a challenge gracefully and with style is just as entertaining as winning them. That's why Arx has the most stylish Champions.
Written By Luca
May 3, 2018, 1:06 a.m.(9/2/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Aleksei
Don't let it go to your head, Alley Cat.
Written By Luca
May 2, 2018, 11:56 p.m.(9/2/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Dominique
I hear Sorrel is a well-rounded party planner.
Written By Luca
April 29, 2018, 7:05 p.m.(8/22/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Derovai
Skimming the whites, I'm of a mind that some of them already assume there will be lessons in holding their liquor.
You're in luck, though. I still have plenty of Setarco Fire left from when I was down in Setarco. You might think it would be gone, by now, but I take my time with it. We'll work something out.
You're in luck, though. I still have plenty of Setarco Fire left from when I was down in Setarco. You might think it would be gone, by now, but I take my time with it. We'll work something out.
Written By Luca
April 29, 2018, 6:06 p.m.(8/22/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Derovai
The sword, of course. Are you implying that I'm better at much else? Remind me to buy you a drink for that, you silver-tongued charm beast.
Written By Luca
April 29, 2018, 5:57 p.m.(8/22/1008 AR)
I've picked up four new students this week. I'm going to need a second me. One to do all the napping, and another to handle all the work. I think we know how that would go, though. Then you'd just be tripping over two of me, stretched out together, wine-drunk and languid. Alas, it is what it is.
Written By Luca
April 26, 2018, 1:12 a.m.(8/14/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Caspian
That's what I like to hear, my friend.
Written By Luca
April 22, 2018, 1:22 p.m.(8/7/1008 AR)
What a relaxing evening. Always a pleasure to catch a show featuring my favorite actress.
Written By Luca
April 7, 2018, 7:21 p.m.(7/6/1008 AR)
The Festival of Colors was a success, I'd say. I haven't had that much fun while sober in a long while. My opponents were fierce, and many, and I am stricken with a plague of riotous hues now. A rampant mess of celebration. You'll have no problem tracking me this evening, that's for sure, Huntsman. I'm ready if you are. Just knock first, won't you?
Written By Luca
April 7, 2018, 12:44 a.m.(7/4/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Lou
She's serious, if she punches noses anything like she fires a crossbow.
If you see her aiming ten feet to the left of you, hit the floor. The world has enough statues, if you ask me.
I've always thought Luca II was a particularly fine name for anything. Not that I'm suggesting anything.
If you see her aiming ten feet to the left of you, hit the floor. The world has enough statues, if you ask me.
I've always thought Luca II was a particularly fine name for anything. Not that I'm suggesting anything.
Written By Luca
April 4, 2018, 1:21 a.m.(6/26/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Lumen
If you need rabbit-snaring tips, I have it first-hand that the Lady Emily Deepwood is a master rabbit catcher.
My sources are very rarely ever wrong.
My sources are very rarely ever wrong.
Written By Luca
March 31, 2018, 6:24 p.m.(6/20/1008 AR)
I feel like I've been sparring for two days straight. I almost have been. I'm really going to lose some of my reputation as a lazy lout if I keep it up. Or accidentally improve. Sometimes I forget the downfalls of appearing in public. Now I'm starting to remember again. The good news is, Ainsley smashed my face up nicely with that headbutt, so who can really fault me for stretching out tonight and just relaxing, when I've been scheduled to be at places.
Always take a good excuse to live the cat's life.
Always take a good excuse to live the cat's life.
Written By Luca
March 24, 2018, 8:19 p.m.(6/3/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Victus
Vic, a grim man, but a good leader.
Written By Luca
March 22, 2018, 12:32 a.m.(5/26/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Estaban
Dear Esta,
I've been staring at this page for a while now, not really knowing how to start it. I tried to pay a drunk poet with pretty eyes I met at the Silk to write it for me, but when I told her who it was about, she started crying. My mistake. I should have known you'd charmed every heart in Setarco. You were good at doing that, even when we were younger. So I thought I would just write it.. to you. I never wrote you while you were alive, did I? I didn't need to. I could go months and months without seeing you, and the second we were back in the same room it was like we'd just been drinking together the night before.
You were ferocious in the first battle down here. I bragged on you so much. And what better person to share in the celebrations after we thought we'd won? I'm going to embarrass Saoirse with the story of how she ripped that arrow out of you at every dinner we have together. It's going to be a classic. But, because you were a man of your word, I'll make sure she gets the new dress you promised her too. I'll do that, and you can consider us squared. A dress against part of a lifetime's worth of owing you drinks you were too much of a gentleman to collect on.
I don't know if it shows, but I'm trying hard not to feel.. sad, or angry about this. I feel robbed of you. When the tides of that second battle started to turn, I was already envisioning our return to port, imagining how we could top the first celebration. It would have been hard, but a couple old hands at making trouble like us could have managed it, I think. Together.
We were all robbed of you, my friend. Too soon.
Your heart was equal parts love and adventure (and mischief, I remember well. Don't do the math on that). So I will do my best to grin like I would if you were still here. If this had all worked out differently. If we were set up in the Silk again for the second time, after another hard-won battle. You would be working hard right now to make sure Ribbons was incensed with me when she inevitably found me passed out somewhere, too drunk to make it back to the ship. I'd be working harder to make sure she found both of us there, because I was the better fighter, but you were always the better drinker.
You were also the better friend.
The better person, really.
I meant what I said. No one may harm us unpunished. You know the motto well. And I have been struck a grievous wound by your passing. So I can't grin away all the anger I'm feeling, not like I know you would want. I promise you, if anyone yet remains who had a hand in the circumstances that led to your early return to the Queen's embrace, I will remind them of why you were the better person. And why I am not.
Consider this my first, and last letter to you. Save me a bottle, won't you? And a seat.
Your Friend,
Luca
P.S. - Don't worry overly about Arcelia. I will try and check in on her, from time to time. If anyone harms one hair on her head, they'll suffer.
I've been staring at this page for a while now, not really knowing how to start it. I tried to pay a drunk poet with pretty eyes I met at the Silk to write it for me, but when I told her who it was about, she started crying. My mistake. I should have known you'd charmed every heart in Setarco. You were good at doing that, even when we were younger. So I thought I would just write it.. to you. I never wrote you while you were alive, did I? I didn't need to. I could go months and months without seeing you, and the second we were back in the same room it was like we'd just been drinking together the night before.
You were ferocious in the first battle down here. I bragged on you so much. And what better person to share in the celebrations after we thought we'd won? I'm going to embarrass Saoirse with the story of how she ripped that arrow out of you at every dinner we have together. It's going to be a classic. But, because you were a man of your word, I'll make sure she gets the new dress you promised her too. I'll do that, and you can consider us squared. A dress against part of a lifetime's worth of owing you drinks you were too much of a gentleman to collect on.
I don't know if it shows, but I'm trying hard not to feel.. sad, or angry about this. I feel robbed of you. When the tides of that second battle started to turn, I was already envisioning our return to port, imagining how we could top the first celebration. It would have been hard, but a couple old hands at making trouble like us could have managed it, I think. Together.
We were all robbed of you, my friend. Too soon.
Your heart was equal parts love and adventure (and mischief, I remember well. Don't do the math on that). So I will do my best to grin like I would if you were still here. If this had all worked out differently. If we were set up in the Silk again for the second time, after another hard-won battle. You would be working hard right now to make sure Ribbons was incensed with me when she inevitably found me passed out somewhere, too drunk to make it back to the ship. I'd be working harder to make sure she found both of us there, because I was the better fighter, but you were always the better drinker.
You were also the better friend.
The better person, really.
I meant what I said. No one may harm us unpunished. You know the motto well. And I have been struck a grievous wound by your passing. So I can't grin away all the anger I'm feeling, not like I know you would want. I promise you, if anyone yet remains who had a hand in the circumstances that led to your early return to the Queen's embrace, I will remind them of why you were the better person. And why I am not.
Consider this my first, and last letter to you. Save me a bottle, won't you? And a seat.
Your Friend,
Luca
P.S. - Don't worry overly about Arcelia. I will try and check in on her, from time to time. If anyone harms one hair on her head, they'll suffer.
Written By Luca
March 18, 2018, 4:03 p.m.(5/19/1008 AR)
[ Sent northward, from Setarco: ]
I've put off writing thus far because I had an unsettled feeling that the battles to the south were not over, despite our decisive victory against part of the Gyre's fleet. To that end, I was right, it would seem. Sailors are having premonitions of a second attack, and Reveka Tyde has thrown her lot in with the fleets of the walking dead. Knowing what I know, I can understand why she would be righteously pissed off. Just because you're mad though, doesn't mean you get to kill more people. Too bad, so sad. You do lose a little of your moral high ground when you take up with emaciated sailors and ghost ships.
It's impossible to keep up with everything in the chaos of a battle, but in the streets of Setarco afterwards, in the drinking holes and even walking the decks of other ships from the Compact's fleet, the stories come out as people drink up and soak in the relief of having survived a deadly day. It was good to have a laugh with friends while we had the breathing room to do so, even if people were having arrows pulled out of them. Some more viciously than others.
Good men and women died in the first battle. They always do. I won't count or mourn the dead yet, because this isn't finished yet. I will mourn for my newly enforced sobriety now that things have grown dire again. I thought it was over. It is not. I'm writing this while perched on a crate of Setarco Fire.
As for those who still live, I have been greatly impressed with the courage and skill of many I've seen. There are even those I am not fond of, for whom at least my respect has grown. I'm trying not to make a list here, because if I listed off everyone I was impressed with, I'd be writing this for a long time, and there are preparations to be made for the upcoming battle - but of note - Prince Jasher Thrax took a world's worth of punishment and stood strong. Captain Kaede Starfinder, my hat's off to you. I don't wear a hat though, so take the gift of my cousin 'Toni. The Seliki notables, Peri and Kaldur, were a pleasure to train before the battle and I'm glad that I made the time for it. Both of them saw plenty of action, and came through the other side of it despite everything. My old friend Estaban took a vicious arrow to the shoulder, and was gentleman enough to let cousin Saoirse practice her medical training on him. As it turns out, she has no medical training. You're a courageous man, Estaban.
I'm sure I missed some wounded, but I'm not at my best when I'm sober. I have so many more stories to relate, but not here. I'll regale with them when we're all back in Arx again, safe from the prospects of further battle, at least for a while. Worry not for me. I'm surrounded by some of the finest.
I've put off writing thus far because I had an unsettled feeling that the battles to the south were not over, despite our decisive victory against part of the Gyre's fleet. To that end, I was right, it would seem. Sailors are having premonitions of a second attack, and Reveka Tyde has thrown her lot in with the fleets of the walking dead. Knowing what I know, I can understand why she would be righteously pissed off. Just because you're mad though, doesn't mean you get to kill more people. Too bad, so sad. You do lose a little of your moral high ground when you take up with emaciated sailors and ghost ships.
It's impossible to keep up with everything in the chaos of a battle, but in the streets of Setarco afterwards, in the drinking holes and even walking the decks of other ships from the Compact's fleet, the stories come out as people drink up and soak in the relief of having survived a deadly day. It was good to have a laugh with friends while we had the breathing room to do so, even if people were having arrows pulled out of them. Some more viciously than others.
Good men and women died in the first battle. They always do. I won't count or mourn the dead yet, because this isn't finished yet. I will mourn for my newly enforced sobriety now that things have grown dire again. I thought it was over. It is not. I'm writing this while perched on a crate of Setarco Fire.
As for those who still live, I have been greatly impressed with the courage and skill of many I've seen. There are even those I am not fond of, for whom at least my respect has grown. I'm trying not to make a list here, because if I listed off everyone I was impressed with, I'd be writing this for a long time, and there are preparations to be made for the upcoming battle - but of note - Prince Jasher Thrax took a world's worth of punishment and stood strong. Captain Kaede Starfinder, my hat's off to you. I don't wear a hat though, so take the gift of my cousin 'Toni. The Seliki notables, Peri and Kaldur, were a pleasure to train before the battle and I'm glad that I made the time for it. Both of them saw plenty of action, and came through the other side of it despite everything. My old friend Estaban took a vicious arrow to the shoulder, and was gentleman enough to let cousin Saoirse practice her medical training on him. As it turns out, she has no medical training. You're a courageous man, Estaban.
I'm sure I missed some wounded, but I'm not at my best when I'm sober. I have so many more stories to relate, but not here. I'll regale with them when we're all back in Arx again, safe from the prospects of further battle, at least for a while. Worry not for me. I'm surrounded by some of the finest.
Written By Luca
March 16, 2018, 6:10 p.m.(5/15/1008 AR)
[ As recorded by a scholar: ]
I'm too pretty to die. But mistakes do happen. I know all about that. If the worst should come to pass, I don't really care where my belongings go. They're just things. None of them have ever made me a better person, or a happier one. I suspect the Princess of Ribbons will have the ribbons I wear, and that is right and just. My only real request is that someone seize my blacks, and toss them into a fire. If that's your quest, you have the freedom of my liquor cabinet to put you better in the mood for a bit of breaking and entering, and some criminal arson.
What? No, of course I'm kidding about the arson, scholar. Absolutely kidding.
I'd worry about the kittens, but they're more adorable than anything has the right to be. They'll sort themselves out, I'm sure.
I'm too pretty to die. But mistakes do happen. I know all about that. If the worst should come to pass, I don't really care where my belongings go. They're just things. None of them have ever made me a better person, or a happier one. I suspect the Princess of Ribbons will have the ribbons I wear, and that is right and just. My only real request is that someone seize my blacks, and toss them into a fire. If that's your quest, you have the freedom of my liquor cabinet to put you better in the mood for a bit of breaking and entering, and some criminal arson.
What? No, of course I'm kidding about the arson, scholar. Absolutely kidding.
I'd worry about the kittens, but they're more adorable than anything has the right to be. They'll sort themselves out, I'm sure.
Written By Luca
March 11, 2018, 1:21 p.m.(5/5/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Galen
Take Not--
[ Overheard: "I know I'm drunk and I keep saying it. Stop writing it! ]
Remember to get out of that ridiculous amount of armor if you find yourself slowing down. Better yet, bring His Meatiness along if you really want some attention. I haven't seen him around in a while but the rumor is you're close friends with him. I'm sure waving his pork lance around will get him all the battle [ 'you' is stricken out ] he craves, Moustache.
Drink for me. I'll be sober for the worst of it. You can cleave all the doubles you're seeing with that huge damn sword, anyhow.
[ Overheard: "I know I'm drunk and I keep saying it. Stop writing it! ]
Remember to get out of that ridiculous amount of armor if you find yourself slowing down. Better yet, bring His Meatiness along if you really want some attention. I haven't seen him around in a while but the rumor is you're close friends with him. I'm sure waving his pork lance around will get him all the battle [ 'you' is stricken out ] he craves, Moustache.
Drink for me. I'll be sober for the worst of it. You can cleave all the doubles you're seeing with that huge damn sword, anyhow.
Written By Luca
March 11, 2018, 1:11 p.m.(5/5/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Reese
Take Note, Scholar:
[ The above is heavily faded, hastily erased. ]
If you have to fight, and put yourself in danger, there is nobody else I would rather have at my side. Though more and more, it actually feels as if I'm at your side, instead. You've come so far, and I can't think of a braver, more fierce woman. They underestimate you. All of them, friend and foe. It's the ribbons.
The issue of sides doesn't really matter. We're at each other's side. That's the bond of marriage, isn't it? Still, as I've said, nothing gets to you without going through me. They say I'm getting better with the blade, these days. That's what I heard, anyway. Perhaps I'll be able to put up a fight if we can't drink our enemies under the table.
Just kidding. I know, I know. No drinking on the boat.
[ The above is heavily faded, hastily erased. ]
If you have to fight, and put yourself in danger, there is nobody else I would rather have at my side. Though more and more, it actually feels as if I'm at your side, instead. You've come so far, and I can't think of a braver, more fierce woman. They underestimate you. All of them, friend and foe. It's the ribbons.
The issue of sides doesn't really matter. We're at each other's side. That's the bond of marriage, isn't it? Still, as I've said, nothing gets to you without going through me. They say I'm getting better with the blade, these days. That's what I heard, anyway. Perhaps I'll be able to put up a fight if we can't drink our enemies under the table.
Just kidding. I know, I know. No drinking on the boat.
Written By Luca
March 11, 2018, 12:50 p.m.(5/5/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Aleksei
Take Note, Scholar:
I thought I was going to go find a quick sparring match to clear my head a little, even though my heart wasn't really set on it. When I stopped thinking about where I was going and just let myself wander, I ended up on Legate Row.
Alley Cat, dear friend, lives are complex and in need of different things, at different times. Sometimes nothing else is a balm like a glass of whiskey and the companionship of a person who understands certain.. things, even unspoken. I meant what I said, never mind the grins and the laughs.
In darkest times, I mean it.
[ Overheard: "You don't have to actually put Take Note, down! I wasn't ready! ]
I thought I was going to go find a quick sparring match to clear my head a little, even though my heart wasn't really set on it. When I stopped thinking about where I was going and just let myself wander, I ended up on Legate Row.
Alley Cat, dear friend, lives are complex and in need of different things, at different times. Sometimes nothing else is a balm like a glass of whiskey and the companionship of a person who understands certain.. things, even unspoken. I meant what I said, never mind the grins and the laughs.
In darkest times, I mean it.
[ Overheard: "You don't have to actually put Take Note, down! I wasn't ready! ]
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