Written By Kima
July 29, 2016, 2:45 a.m.(2/25/1004 AR)
When I look back on our decision to leave Southport for that 'last adventure,' the ease with which the choice was made seems almost criminal. The cost that it would demand of us, that we unwittingly demanded others pay for us with their very lives, far outweighed the goal. Yet who ponders these things? Scholars who pour over dusty old tomes and cast their judgements upon fading ink and mouldering bones. The fearful, certainly. Those who long to live as I have lived but find every reason to avoid in, sheltered safe and sound within the four walls that compose their prison. And then...I think, the survivors. Those like me. Men and women that stagger clear of the smoke, looking about in sheer bewilderment.
Lucien had been dead for some time. Hadrian was ruling in all but name. We'd been back in Southport for perhaps a month and were starting to turn restless. Lounging within garden, I can still recall Canova as he tapped his finger against the old scroll he was reading.
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"This," he said, grinning devilishly. "This is what we shall recover."
Damaris, standing behind him, leaned over to squint at the yellowed document. "The Sword of Triam?" She asked, voice incredulous. She looked to both Kima and Yinali for support before continuing on to say, "You know the that's from the Age of Songs." Her tone had turned disparaging. "Otherwise known as the Age of Myth and Legend."
Canova was not to be deterred. Since returning to Southport, a peculiar humor had overtaken him. He spent long hours in various libraries and consulting with scholars. And, on two occasions, even engaged in conversations with priests. Rolling up the scroll, he returned it to its protective tube.
"All the clues are there," he said, not looking at any of them. "In writing, in maps, and in the land." Making a sweeping gesture to encompass all three women, he sneered. "While you three bicker, preen and deceive commoners into believing you're the answer to their prayers, I pay attention. I do more than look at the world around me. I notice, and I remember."
Getting to his feet, Canova strode towards the reflecting pool. Whatever he saw in himself as he stared into his shimmering alter ego must have been amusing, as he smirked. "We shall retrieve the Sword of Triam, and present it to Hadrian when Duchess Adona abdicates in his favor."
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How we all squawked at that. Talk of mythical swords was forgotten. Somehow, it was inconceivable to us to imagine the Duchess ever abdicating, despite the growing power her son wielded by the day. Yet of us all, Canova was the closest to the young man, had practically served the Malvicis all his life, and he was confident in his declaration. That night, it was his conviction that settled the deal - as it always did.
Lucien had been dead for some time. Hadrian was ruling in all but name. We'd been back in Southport for perhaps a month and were starting to turn restless. Lounging within garden, I can still recall Canova as he tapped his finger against the old scroll he was reading.
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"This," he said, grinning devilishly. "This is what we shall recover."
Damaris, standing behind him, leaned over to squint at the yellowed document. "The Sword of Triam?" She asked, voice incredulous. She looked to both Kima and Yinali for support before continuing on to say, "You know the that's from the Age of Songs." Her tone had turned disparaging. "Otherwise known as the Age of Myth and Legend."
Canova was not to be deterred. Since returning to Southport, a peculiar humor had overtaken him. He spent long hours in various libraries and consulting with scholars. And, on two occasions, even engaged in conversations with priests. Rolling up the scroll, he returned it to its protective tube.
"All the clues are there," he said, not looking at any of them. "In writing, in maps, and in the land." Making a sweeping gesture to encompass all three women, he sneered. "While you three bicker, preen and deceive commoners into believing you're the answer to their prayers, I pay attention. I do more than look at the world around me. I notice, and I remember."
Getting to his feet, Canova strode towards the reflecting pool. Whatever he saw in himself as he stared into his shimmering alter ego must have been amusing, as he smirked. "We shall retrieve the Sword of Triam, and present it to Hadrian when Duchess Adona abdicates in his favor."
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How we all squawked at that. Talk of mythical swords was forgotten. Somehow, it was inconceivable to us to imagine the Duchess ever abdicating, despite the growing power her son wielded by the day. Yet of us all, Canova was the closest to the young man, had practically served the Malvicis all his life, and he was confident in his declaration. That night, it was his conviction that settled the deal - as it always did.
Written By Kima
July 28, 2016, 11:38 p.m.(2/24/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Marcas
What can I say about Marcas Aodh - wait, are you sure that's how it's spelled? That doesn't look a thing like what he said his name was. That looks like Owe'd, as if he just stubbed his toe or something - fine, fine, you are the scholar and I trust you. I was just asking.
Where was I? Oh yes. Furs. Alcohol. Amusing accent. Brash overtures for romantic dalliances. I think that is what the north is made of. I'd accuse the man of being inhuman except that he couldn't hold back the vomit and came in last in the swimming event. That he competed at all is worthy of applause, though, I won't deny him that.
Where was I? Oh yes. Furs. Alcohol. Amusing accent. Brash overtures for romantic dalliances. I think that is what the north is made of. I'd accuse the man of being inhuman except that he couldn't hold back the vomit and came in last in the swimming event. That he competed at all is worthy of applause, though, I won't deny him that.
Written By Kima
July 23, 2016, 9:13 p.m.(2/9/1004 AR)
I think I should walk things back a bit. So my friends are dead, and I suppose those that know me or knew them - or care enough to read these things - aren't ignorant of that fact. What most people do not know, however, are the events that lead up to that ill-fated moment.
As I pen this, I've come to the realization that what I intend to write here is most certainly not how I would have told it a few years ago. Perhaps I needed the time to come to terms with their loss. The time to mature.
Before, I had always viewed their deaths purely through the eyes of grief. I could see no wrong in what we did. Now I do, and it smacks of stupidity and arrogance. Ah, but I am perhaps too harsh. Is not every solider a master strategist after the fact?
No matter! I've determined to tell it all and tell it true, as you'll see in the coming pages...
As I pen this, I've come to the realization that what I intend to write here is most certainly not how I would have told it a few years ago. Perhaps I needed the time to come to terms with their loss. The time to mature.
Before, I had always viewed their deaths purely through the eyes of grief. I could see no wrong in what we did. Now I do, and it smacks of stupidity and arrogance. Ah, but I am perhaps too harsh. Is not every solider a master strategist after the fact?
No matter! I've determined to tell it all and tell it true, as you'll see in the coming pages...
Written By Kima
July 21, 2016, 8:02 p.m.(2/3/1004 AR)
No one will ever say of me - there is a woman after Gloria's own. This does not bother me. Indeed, it would be laughable if that were so, for I have never claimed to stand as one of her staunch adherents. I am not much of a pious person, everything being honest, so the musings I lay down here are unlikely to ever crop up around a scholar's table. All of that said, I think people forget that one of Gloria's facets is that of war.
War, which is not honorable combat, and where little chivalry exists. In war, you do anything and everything you can to win. Not simply because of /winning/, which is arguably an abstract ideal, but because by doing so you've protected something - someone. Your people, your ideals, your beliefs and culture. Such things are at stake at war, and doing what you must to preserve them, even if it is despicable to others, that is worthy of honor; of glory.
You know where those things are not at stake? Duels. Tourneys. Personal tests of prowess. So I wonder - would Gloria smile benignly down upon those who rally around her name, and her ideals while displaying no such virtues? I question - is it honorable not just to the goddess, but to the House you serve to wield a weapon meant to defend their very virtues and principles during say, a personal duel?
I know, or suspect I know, the arguments people will lay at my feet. It shouldn't matter if your House supports your choices. Or perhaps, if you win, you're bringing glory to the House you serve. Both of these are valid, though I think they are largely Lycene mindsets. Having been in Arx for a little while now, I have begun to ponder these things, because I'm in frequent interaction with those beyond the Lyceum. From all over the Compact, in fact, and I find myself having to more carefully consider my choices due to the possible repercussions they may have upon those whom I serve.
It's quite tiring, frankly, but I shall persevere.
War, which is not honorable combat, and where little chivalry exists. In war, you do anything and everything you can to win. Not simply because of /winning/, which is arguably an abstract ideal, but because by doing so you've protected something - someone. Your people, your ideals, your beliefs and culture. Such things are at stake at war, and doing what you must to preserve them, even if it is despicable to others, that is worthy of honor; of glory.
You know where those things are not at stake? Duels. Tourneys. Personal tests of prowess. So I wonder - would Gloria smile benignly down upon those who rally around her name, and her ideals while displaying no such virtues? I question - is it honorable not just to the goddess, but to the House you serve to wield a weapon meant to defend their very virtues and principles during say, a personal duel?
I know, or suspect I know, the arguments people will lay at my feet. It shouldn't matter if your House supports your choices. Or perhaps, if you win, you're bringing glory to the House you serve. Both of these are valid, though I think they are largely Lycene mindsets. Having been in Arx for a little while now, I have begun to ponder these things, because I'm in frequent interaction with those beyond the Lyceum. From all over the Compact, in fact, and I find myself having to more carefully consider my choices due to the possible repercussions they may have upon those whom I serve.
It's quite tiring, frankly, but I shall persevere.
Written By Kima
July 17, 2016, 3:06 p.m.(1/18/1004 AR)
Have you ever had a dream where, upon waking, you don't immediately realize you've returned to reality? Now I don't mean something fantastic. Or maybe I do, but we'll get to that. Anyway, I slept in today. Maybe you can't appreciate that, but as someone who's relationship with sleep has grown tenuous at best, let me tell you, it was a marvel. I slept in, and when I awoke I was so comfortable I didn't want to move a muscle. Then I remembered.
I remembered that the dream I had wasn't real. Couldn't be. Because Damaris is dead.
Have you ever seen someone die, scholar? Have you ever even seen a corpse? I don't begrudge you if you haven't. I've seen them, made them. You know this. Let me tell you about Damaris, and how she died.
All these soirees happening around Arx - she would have loved them. I dare say she'd take to them even better than I. Damaris was the type of woman who always had all the right words, and you never felt as if she was having you on. Sincere. She was the youngest daughter of the ruling family in Caith. Beautiful, with these dark thick curls of hair and equally dark eyes. A little smattering of freckles over the bridge of her nose. Gods, how her mother hated that she chose the path of the sword.
I suppose the woman must hate me, but I couldn't tell you for sure. I've never reached out to her. Out of shame, you see. Are you surprised I know the word? Well, how can I not, when all their bodies lie unburied?
...I don't much feel like talking about the rest right now. Not even the prospect of scandalizing you with tales of morbidity has its allure. Another time, perhaps.
I remembered that the dream I had wasn't real. Couldn't be. Because Damaris is dead.
Have you ever seen someone die, scholar? Have you ever even seen a corpse? I don't begrudge you if you haven't. I've seen them, made them. You know this. Let me tell you about Damaris, and how she died.
All these soirees happening around Arx - she would have loved them. I dare say she'd take to them even better than I. Damaris was the type of woman who always had all the right words, and you never felt as if she was having you on. Sincere. She was the youngest daughter of the ruling family in Caith. Beautiful, with these dark thick curls of hair and equally dark eyes. A little smattering of freckles over the bridge of her nose. Gods, how her mother hated that she chose the path of the sword.
I suppose the woman must hate me, but I couldn't tell you for sure. I've never reached out to her. Out of shame, you see. Are you surprised I know the word? Well, how can I not, when all their bodies lie unburied?
...I don't much feel like talking about the rest right now. Not even the prospect of scandalizing you with tales of morbidity has its allure. Another time, perhaps.
Written By Kima
July 16, 2016, 3:52 a.m.(1/14/1004 AR)
The gala was, as I suspected, a true representation of what it is to be a Velenosa. Opulent. I could carry on with the adjectives, but I won't. To be brief, blessedly so, everything was done just right. Upon the ballroom floor fine men and women twirled about, dressed in their finest, looking like something out of a fairy tale. That, too, is no surprise - where wealth flows, just about anything can take on the aspect of fantasy.
Naturally, everyone will be talking about Duke Niccolo, and his saying-but-not-saying that any willing to shed blood has a chance at his daughter's hand. Or the consideration of a chance, at any rate. More, there will be more than a few that will also talk about how the announcement came as something of a shock to some. Of this I shall only say: no matter how old you are, your parents ever remain your parents.
Naturally, everyone will be talking about Duke Niccolo, and his saying-but-not-saying that any willing to shed blood has a chance at his daughter's hand. Or the consideration of a chance, at any rate. More, there will be more than a few that will also talk about how the announcement came as something of a shock to some. Of this I shall only say: no matter how old you are, your parents ever remain your parents.
Written By Kima
July 14, 2016, 12:14 a.m.(1/7/1004 AR)
The Duke put on a gala for art appreciation. If I'm honest the majority of the people to populate it were fellow Lycenes, which I can't say is surprising. I mean, we're a people of wealth and taste, after all. It went over well, even if the ribbon dancer had a meltdown and fled the stage before wrapping Bliss Whisper up in her silk. Calypso seemed a bit disappointed no one was eager to tear out the throat of another.
I ask myself: what has she been getting up to down in Southport while free of her brother's shadow?
Anyway, good food, good wine, good art and artists. One may think I'm just saying that due to the obvious reasons, but it's the truth. After all, a Whisper was there to perform. And not just any Whisper, the Champion Whisper.
I ask myself: what has she been getting up to down in Southport while free of her brother's shadow?
Anyway, good food, good wine, good art and artists. One may think I'm just saying that due to the obvious reasons, but it's the truth. After all, a Whisper was there to perform. And not just any Whisper, the Champion Whisper.
Written By Kima
July 13, 2016, 7:48 p.m.(1/7/1004 AR)
Here's a question I want to pose: why care about women in their capacity as mothers if you don't care about children? Why does it matter if some northern maid takes up the bear wrestling call rather than push out cubs if, as soon as they're born, you forget about them? I'm not mother material, and may never be, but at least I won't harden my heart against some little kid just because their parents had the indecency to abandon them by dying or something.
Written By Kima
July 9, 2016, 2:01 a.m.(12/21/1003 AR)
How do I begin? Eloquently? Do I praise Calista Fidante of Tor for hosting a superb tournament? Of course I do, there are times when skirting the truth is simply unacceptable. I'll be addressing truth here today, and how it is often a hard, ugly thing.
The tournament. Jousting; a melee; rich food and fine wine; rich men and women betting in the stands. It was a great day for getting your fill of the decadent cuisine of the Lyceum as well as slaking your thirst for action, if not blood. I watched the melee from a private point, which will get to later, it was phenomenal. In a way, I am glad I choose to sit it out. I believe, that day, I would not have been in the right state of mind while in combat to truly appreciate the participates. From my perch within a lonesome booth, however, I had the chance to play spectator, and examine the combatants with a cooler head.
Ah, did I not mention? I won the joust. What was that? I don't sound entirely thrilled about it? Hearken back to my mentioning of the truth...and hear now my displeasure. I won by default. I won because the Sword of Lenosia cheated, but that isn't the sole reason my victory tastes of bitter ashes in my mouth.
What burns me so is my own foolishness, pure and simple. Talen, after all, clearly asked me if we should show our spectators how things are done within the Lyceum. The point goes to him, for reminding me that, just maybe, I've been away from the south for too long.
Grey Death is being tended to by Prince Edain Valardin's own personal trainers. The man's generosity is most welcome, and I readily confess to my relief - they assure me that Death isn't nearly as bad off as I had feared. The idea of that noble creature being lamed leaves my stomach in knots.
I ended up a champion, to the cheering of some, and some small part of me wishes I could have accepted it with a true graciousness, rather than one feigned. Yet I cannot help but feel as though a win by default is still a loss.
The tournament. Jousting; a melee; rich food and fine wine; rich men and women betting in the stands. It was a great day for getting your fill of the decadent cuisine of the Lyceum as well as slaking your thirst for action, if not blood. I watched the melee from a private point, which will get to later, it was phenomenal. In a way, I am glad I choose to sit it out. I believe, that day, I would not have been in the right state of mind while in combat to truly appreciate the participates. From my perch within a lonesome booth, however, I had the chance to play spectator, and examine the combatants with a cooler head.
Ah, did I not mention? I won the joust. What was that? I don't sound entirely thrilled about it? Hearken back to my mentioning of the truth...and hear now my displeasure. I won by default. I won because the Sword of Lenosia cheated, but that isn't the sole reason my victory tastes of bitter ashes in my mouth.
What burns me so is my own foolishness, pure and simple. Talen, after all, clearly asked me if we should show our spectators how things are done within the Lyceum. The point goes to him, for reminding me that, just maybe, I've been away from the south for too long.
Grey Death is being tended to by Prince Edain Valardin's own personal trainers. The man's generosity is most welcome, and I readily confess to my relief - they assure me that Death isn't nearly as bad off as I had feared. The idea of that noble creature being lamed leaves my stomach in knots.
I ended up a champion, to the cheering of some, and some small part of me wishes I could have accepted it with a true graciousness, rather than one feigned. Yet I cannot help but feel as though a win by default is still a loss.
Written By Kima
July 4, 2016, 2:43 p.m.(12/9/1003 AR)
Relationship Note on Victus
Who would have thought Victus Thrax would have ended up bell of the ball? He said there were hardly any congratulations, so I have to wonder if he was voted for by virtue of trying to prevent someone else from winning, all the while thinking: surely nobody else will vote for him, they'll vote for me!
Ha. I should have stuck around until the end in order to have seen it.
That aside, the man is no joke in the ring, even if some simpleton throwing his war hammer around at him /should/ have been funny. Actually, Victus acquitted himself well, for any of you people who think he's a completely uncultured swine - he could have beaten the man into the dirt, or seriously hurt him, and he didn't.
Ha. I should have stuck around until the end in order to have seen it.
That aside, the man is no joke in the ring, even if some simpleton throwing his war hammer around at him /should/ have been funny. Actually, Victus acquitted himself well, for any of you people who think he's a completely uncultured swine - he could have beaten the man into the dirt, or seriously hurt him, and he didn't.
Written By Kima
July 2, 2016, 7:11 p.m.(12/3/1003 AR)
Relationship Note on Kieran
Daily I am reminded to thank the gods for all the good looking men they have placed upon this flat earth. Today, my appreciation for the rare specimen that is the red-headed male was raised considerably when prince Kieran valiantly invited me upon that noble's battlefield - the dance floor.
I wonder, however, if perchance Kieran knows that muzzle rhymes with nuzzle?
I wonder, however, if perchance Kieran knows that muzzle rhymes with nuzzle?
Written By Kima
July 2, 2016, 3:55 a.m.(12/1/1003 AR)
Relationship Note on Audric
Dear Tehom,
Thank you for my new favorite companion.
I can only hope to get such a proud feather stuck into my hat one day.
Audric. Captain-General of the Valorous Few. How many are in the Few, you ask? I don't fucking know. Nobody does.
It is a mystery.
Thank you for my new favorite companion.
I can only hope to get such a proud feather stuck into my hat one day.
Audric. Captain-General of the Valorous Few. How many are in the Few, you ask? I don't fucking know. Nobody does.
It is a mystery.
Written By Kima
July 2, 2016, 3:42 a.m.(12/1/1003 AR)
Relationship Note on Gareth
My newest student. I'm glad he and I are in agreement of what can be expected. The man is, or appears to be, remarkably straight forward. Quick to remind me of what the Inquisition will be happy to pay for, and I'm quick to listen. It does well to cultivate a friendly relationship with such an individual if you're forced to cultivate one at all.
My father would whole heartedly disapprove, given his adherence to the good ol' family motto.
The guys from where and what was their name again?
I somehow think that the good inquisitor won't have that same sort of mental fog.
My father would whole heartedly disapprove, given his adherence to the good ol' family motto.
The guys from where and what was their name again?
I somehow think that the good inquisitor won't have that same sort of mental fog.
Written By Kima
July 1, 2016, 9:44 p.m.(11/28/1003 AR)
So I heard Viviana utterly trashed Talen. Sort of disappointed I couldn't have been within the crowd. There's always next time.
Can't say this week was all that eventful. I endured the usual early morning wake ups, the bad breakfast, and thoroughly average lessons with my students. I know, I know, you must surely be thinking that my life is naught but adventure, but it just isn't so. It's not as bad as war, mind you, which is ninety-eight percent waiting interspersed with one percent action and one percent shit your own trousers fear.
Have you ever been in a battle before?
No?
Well let me tell you a little story before you next scoff when I tell you something. About five years ago, now, near the confluence of the Lycene split, we were ambushed pretty badly. I remember hiding amongst corpses, filling my mouth with dirt, and holding my breath until I thought my lungs would burst while the shav fuckers went and scalped the red heads.
Hah, but you didn't know they liked to do that, did you?
Can't say this week was all that eventful. I endured the usual early morning wake ups, the bad breakfast, and thoroughly average lessons with my students. I know, I know, you must surely be thinking that my life is naught but adventure, but it just isn't so. It's not as bad as war, mind you, which is ninety-eight percent waiting interspersed with one percent action and one percent shit your own trousers fear.
Have you ever been in a battle before?
No?
Well let me tell you a little story before you next scoff when I tell you something. About five years ago, now, near the confluence of the Lycene split, we were ambushed pretty badly. I remember hiding amongst corpses, filling my mouth with dirt, and holding my breath until I thought my lungs would burst while the shav fuckers went and scalped the red heads.
Hah, but you didn't know they liked to do that, did you?
Written By Kima
July 1, 2016, 12:51 a.m.(11/26/1003 AR)
Relationship Note on Vercyn
By the way he dresses and talks, one might not realize he was a Halfshav. Or Brianna's father. The man bet against me and lost, and while it was quite a pretty penny to have turned over to Piglet, he did win out when he 'left me no choice,' but to have wine with him.
We won't talk about the wine.
Great company, though, knows all the right things to say to a girl. Or, more importantly, all the right things to say to me. I couldn't care less what he says to other girls.
We won't talk about the wine.
Great company, though, knows all the right things to say to a girl. Or, more importantly, all the right things to say to me. I couldn't care less what he says to other girls.
Written By Kima
June 29, 2016, 10:53 p.m.(11/23/1003 AR)
A most curious thing happened the other day - no, not taking a few turns in the training center with Victus, though maybe he thought so himself. The curious thing was the new student I managed to gain. Now I know what you're thinking: what could be curious about that? Well, I shan't leave you in suspense. That student is none other that Gareth Grayson, which is to say, Inquisitor Gareth Grayson.
I think we both know not to expect any miracles, but as he has come to me, I will afford him the same time and attention I give all the rest of my students.
That said, let's go back to Victus. Surely he's killed women in combat before. I know I have, and guess what? They die just like men. So why should he feel at all chagrined to stand next to me in the ring?
I think we both know not to expect any miracles, but as he has come to me, I will afford him the same time and attention I give all the rest of my students.
That said, let's go back to Victus. Surely he's killed women in combat before. I know I have, and guess what? They die just like men. So why should he feel at all chagrined to stand next to me in the ring?
Written By Kima
June 27, 2016, 1:58 a.m.(11/14/1003 AR)
I attended the memorial service for Prince Sherrod. I don't know much of the northern customs, but as far as these things go, his children did right by him. You can't ask much more than that.
To the last.
To the last.
Written By Kima
June 24, 2016, 2:35 a.m.(11/5/1003 AR)
Relationship Note on Gustave
This Marquis is delightfully backwater. He seems a practical, logical man, however. By the by, has anyone ever mentioned how tall he is? No, then allow me to do so. He might know a thing or two about pikes, but it's entirely reasonable to believe he could simply throw those of us bearing a completely normal stature around like an angry child does their toys. As I /have/ been bodily thrown in combat before, I don't fancy ever finding out how true my suspicions may be.
Written By Kima
June 24, 2016, 2:28 a.m.(11/5/1003 AR)
Relationship Note on Calvert
I met this darling young scholar the other night while visiting the Traders Tavern. He flushed crimson from the moment I laid eyes on him, and it was only too easy to keep him flustered. However, he's not simply a scholar with a pretty face, he's Aldwin Aurum's own nephew. Our conversation was /most/ interesting, and I look forward to more.
Written By Kima
June 24, 2016, 2:22 a.m.(11/5/1003 AR)
Without wasting time on mundane details, I shall instead dive immediately into the meat of things: I challenged Princess Marian Valardin to a spar, which she graciously accepted. To my great pleasure, we were watched by no fewer than six other nobles - shall I name them? Of course I shall! Prince Dagon; Lord Victus; Duke Vercyn; Princess Valencia; Marquis Gustave; and mine own Duke Hadrian.
And if this wasn't enough, I even won, perhaps proving to the Sword of Sanctum that I am not the useless, but oh so pretty fop she suspected me of being.
Let me be frank - I want to boast. I want my ego to spill over and congratulate myself until I'm practically drunk on it. But I shall refrain. It was a close thing, and there is every reason to suspect that Marian's lack of a helmet had something to do with the outcome. Is this humble enough? It shall have to be.
Now, in other news, I have promised to sing the virtues of the sea in order to win sailors over to the Thraxian fleet. It was hard to say no to Victus after he had just quaffed nearly a bottle of my family's wine while promising to promote it to his drinking buddies. Yes, yes, they may prefer ale, but good is good.
What else? Oh, I owe Vercyn a wine date. He might be half a Shav but at least he's not a hideous troll.
So much for slowing down the drinking, I guess.
And if this wasn't enough, I even won, perhaps proving to the Sword of Sanctum that I am not the useless, but oh so pretty fop she suspected me of being.
Let me be frank - I want to boast. I want my ego to spill over and congratulate myself until I'm practically drunk on it. But I shall refrain. It was a close thing, and there is every reason to suspect that Marian's lack of a helmet had something to do with the outcome. Is this humble enough? It shall have to be.
Now, in other news, I have promised to sing the virtues of the sea in order to win sailors over to the Thraxian fleet. It was hard to say no to Victus after he had just quaffed nearly a bottle of my family's wine while promising to promote it to his drinking buddies. Yes, yes, they may prefer ale, but good is good.
What else? Oh, I owe Vercyn a wine date. He might be half a Shav but at least he's not a hideous troll.
So much for slowing down the drinking, I guess.
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