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Written By Eirene

May 23, 2020, 8:16 p.m.(5/6/1013 AR)

Reported by Planchet, servant to Lady Eirene

Message as reported: Tell him fuck yes, always.

Message as sent: Lord <Redacted>, I am always interested in <redacted>. Please give me more information.

Written By Eirene

May 17, 2020, 12:43 a.m.(4/21/1013 AR)

Apparently I'm not the only person who's had to suffer through being suffocated by a big bug made of other bugs.

Written By Eirene

May 15, 2020, 12:46 p.m.(4/18/1013 AR)

Relationship Note on Mirari

I miss him too. He was someone I could trust, and in this life that's a rare coin.

Written By Eirene

May 14, 2020, 9:34 a.m.(4/15/1013 AR)

All of it happened. All of it was real. Every dream was a memory bubbled to the surface. I was there for much of it. I remember.

So why are all these memories flooding back at the same time? What does it mean, and what happened to the one who was responsible for our forgetting.

This is either very good or very very bad.

Written By Eirene

May 13, 2020, 11:05 a.m.(4/14/1013 AR)

I realized I forgot to write about Alec and Bri's wedding. It was a fun time. My children threw snowballs at the Royal Kids, I threw Snowballs at my fiance, and a Thraxian prince who shall remain nameless (although he's been called out in other journals) threw a sword at the bride's brother on accident.

You know that old adage about someone yelling "Is there a doctor in the house?"

Yeah, that. I had no less than 3 people calling my name. I got blood on my dress. THAT is why I always wear treated leather. Blood comes out so much quicker...

Written By Eirene

May 13, 2020, 10:24 a.m.(4/13/1013 AR)

Despite being engaged to Lord Commander Mihaly, nothing is going to change in my devotion to protecting the Compact from harm and outside (and sometimes inside) forces. This time it's fighting an army of powerful shavs who happened to hurt some of my friends, the tribe of Ravens.

I try to remain dispassionate about such things but let's face it. I love my job and doing what I do. Thousands of men and women are alive today because of what I did during the Siege of Arx and the pushes against Brand. That's not a humblebrag (maybe it is) just truth. And soon I go to do the same, defend those at their weakest moments on the battlefield so they can continue to fight, defend, and continue to live.

He knows my love of duty and he has his own; perhaps that's why we're so pleased with this match between us. In fact, he's volunteered as well so we can have the joy of worrying about one another on a battlefield. Good times ahead, never had that fear before. Lagoma grant me the grace to handle all these fucking changes well.

Written By Eirene

May 13, 2020, 10:19 a.m.(4/13/1013 AR)

Relationship Note on Poppy

Poppy recently wrote about a friend being gravely wounded and the need for the city's finest healers to tend to said friend, but then was disappointed in how said friend carried on after her life was saved.

As a healer, you never want to see your work undone. You put a lot of time and effort into your training. You worked hard to save that life. But a healer must be dispassionate. We must never be too attached to our patients because there's always the chance you're not good enough or they're too far gone. Even when our patients are our friends.

And when they decide to live their life as they see fit? We should celebrate it. You gave them this gift of ongoing life. You stopped them from meeting the Queen of Endings and extended this turn on the Wheel a little longer. Yes, it's annoying to know they're not taking your admonishes seriously (stop breaking your sutures, damn you) but it's also something to be proud of. They are choosing to let their life be lived, not be defined by their wounds and injuries and holding back. And that's in part because of your medical skills.

That said, I'm pleased Poppy's friend is recuperating. *There was an additional comment here which has been crossed out repeatedly per the Lady's request*

Written By Eirene

May 1, 2020, 2:07 p.m.(3/18/1013 AR)

Relationship Note on Harald

I taught Harald's grandsons a few new phrases; he would likely be bellowing a laugh if he heard it.

Written By Eirene

May 1, 2020, 8:58 a.m.(3/17/1013 AR)

Relationship Note on Harald

You are remembered, my friend. Your deeds were sung in the longhouse of your kin and your name was praised to the Wheel and back. Your son and your son's sons know of your bravery and valor. Until the next spin spits you out, may you be as hard headed and as stern as ever.

To the Grim Duke.

Written By Eirene

May 1, 2020, 8:56 a.m.(3/17/1013 AR)

Relationship Note on Roxana

How funny. As I came to write a journal about how entirely amazing my baby sister is, it looks like my baby sister wrote a journal to remind me to write a journal about how amazing my baby sister is.

Did I mention she's the best little sibling?

Olivian, ball is in your court.

In other words, my ass looks fabulous in shadowmeld.

Written By Eirene

April 30, 2020, 10:35 a.m.(3/16/1013 AR)

I had an idea so crazy it might just work. We'll see...

Written By Eirene

April 30, 2020, 10:35 a.m.(3/16/1013 AR)

Had a drink with a formerly dead woman. She was beautiful and mysterious and had really really good wine.

Apparently firewine is a thing. Or was. It came from somewhere just as mysterious, somewhere sandy. Eurusi? Why do the foreigners get all the weird stuff.
I actually opened my coat as I walked through the blinding snow.

Written By Eirene

April 28, 2020, 10:12 a.m.(3/11/1013 AR)

Great. A whirlpool at the mouth of the harbor. Which only effects OUR ships.

What a crazy random happenstance...

Written By Eirene

April 14, 2020, 4:09 p.m.(2/12/1013 AR)

If it wasn't for Black Journals I would probably explode from all the anger I keep inside of me which I don't vent anywhere else. So thank you, Scholar, for those.

Written By Eirene

April 8, 2020, 10:16 a.m.(1/27/1013 AR)

Relationship Note on Leola

Dame Leola gifted me this very pretty dress. Now I need A. a place to wear it to and B. weather to warm up so I won't be cold and C.a nice gift to give in return. I'm crap at this kind of thing.

My brother Olivian gave me a necklace to match it too. So I gave him some oakhide. To be fair, it was to trade for something else, but still. Enjoy little bro.

Written By Eirene

April 8, 2020, 10:10 a.m.(1/27/1013 AR)

My children adore winter. This is their first with real snow. Southport stays sunny almost year round and it's too warm for snow, so this is really the first time they've seen it. They make snow forts and attack one another with snowballs. Iris learned the hard way you can't bring them indoors. Much tears were had.

Written By Eirene

April 3, 2020, 12:54 p.m.(1/17/1013 AR)

Because my family finds it so amusing, and it's worth putting in a white journal to embarrass them later, my kids learned the hard way not to defy mommy's order to have their food verified before they eat it.

I caught them eating cookies which were given to them without their asking me first or having them poison tasted first. I was pissed at their lapse in safety precautions but they're just toddlers so it's my fault for not teaching them better. After I told them to spit it out, my son looked me in the eye and defiantly took another bite. I grounded them for sassing back.

So to make it up to them, I offered them some of their favorite strawberry jammy dodgers. Which I had laced with cayenne pepper.

They will never go without poison tasting anything first ever again.

Mommy loves you but she's a devious bastard.

Written By Eirene

March 26, 2020, 1:20 p.m.(1/1/1013 AR)

Two of my good friends are missing. I have faith those bastards will fight their way back or do as much damage as possible before they die. Hopefully not die; I've lost too many friends already.

Children, make note, mommy actually had friends.

Written By Eirene

March 26, 2020, 1:17 p.m.(1/1/1013 AR)

Relationship Note on Alarissa

I have two kids at 30-something and they drive me crazy. How you can have 5 at just 30 years old and still be sane is a mystery. That or the gods have pity on you.

Written By Eirene

March 17, 2020, 10:46 a.m.(12/11/1012 AR)

I heard that Prism showed up again. She's real. I can vouchsafe. I feel like I let down the trust she placed in me so many years ago with my stubborn pride. Ah well. I made that Choice and part of choice is living with consequences... Regrets are a huge part of my life at my age. Not that I'm that old... but old enough to be haunted by them.

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