Written By Eirene
March 16, 2020, 12:58 p.m.(12/9/1012 AR)
I recently returned from a voyage where we had to take out a party of kidnappers. I won't go into more detail in my journals because boy did it get weird, but I am pleased and proud of everyone who came with us and helped rescue the villages. Except that one person. They know who they are.
Written By Eirene
March 16, 2020, 11:52 a.m.(12/9/1012 AR)
For the renewal ceremony I gave a vial of the water we use to purify and bless our medical instruments. Water that we ask Mangotta to purify and bless, and then we boil it to invoke it with Lagoma's fire and change it from water to air. Asking her to change the wounds from open to closed and remove sickness. A positive change.
Look at me. All religiousity and stuff.
Look at me. All religiousity and stuff.
Written By Eirene
March 12, 2020, 12:36 p.m.(12/1/1012 AR)
Today I found Idris had fallen and banged up his knee. Iris tried to wrap up her hair-ribbon around it to stop the bleeding (It was a scrape, there was a little blood).
She yelled at her nanny who told her to 'kiss it to make it better'. "He can kiss my ass," she said.
Such motherly pride.
She yelled at her nanny who told her to 'kiss it to make it better'. "He can kiss my ass," she said.
Such motherly pride.
Written By Eirene
March 6, 2020, 11:04 a.m.(11/17/1012 AR)
I think I will never understand the elves.
That's quite fine, I doubt they'd ever understand me. Or maybe we would understand each-other and get together like a house on fire. Which can be kind of entertaining depending on who's house and if there's still people inside of it and if there was a great store of alcohol which would explode or make pretty colors.
Did I ever mention I like fire? Considering my sword was called the 'Flame-Mender' and my leather armor was embossed with it, maybe I didn't need to mention it.
That's quite fine, I doubt they'd ever understand me. Or maybe we would understand each-other and get together like a house on fire. Which can be kind of entertaining depending on who's house and if there's still people inside of it and if there was a great store of alcohol which would explode or make pretty colors.
Did I ever mention I like fire? Considering my sword was called the 'Flame-Mender' and my leather armor was embossed with it, maybe I didn't need to mention it.
Written By Eirene
Jan. 31, 2020, 9:42 a.m.(8.995398892195766/35.742337962962964/1012.6662832410163 AR)
Now that they're old enough to grasp the concept, I'm teaching my children how to play Alarice and Elves. It's a game where you have one person as Alarice and the other as the sylph'alfar commander trying to break into the city. It's a game of tactics, skill, cunning, and downright cheating when you can get away with it. My siblings and I played it often growing up. I was always better than Roxana but she always made a better dressed Alarice.
Written By Eirene
Jan. 31, 2020, 9:39 a.m.(8.995245949074075/35.733773148148146/1012.6662704957562 AR)
I come back to the city and in no less than a fortnight there's a possible war going on. Lucky lucky me. Eirene- bringer of bad tidings. I'm like a fucking bad copper penny. At least I can be here for it to help organize what needs to be done.
Like medical attention for all those souls we've liberated from slavery. That's a big task. I presume malnourishment, physical and mental abuse... This should serve as a reminder to coordinate with the Physicians Guild on this. The freedmen's bodies and minds have no doubt been through trauma, and it's our Lagoma-given duty to heal them and guide them through this huge change in their life.
Like medical attention for all those souls we've liberated from slavery. That's a big task. I presume malnourishment, physical and mental abuse... This should serve as a reminder to coordinate with the Physicians Guild on this. The freedmen's bodies and minds have no doubt been through trauma, and it's our Lagoma-given duty to heal them and guide them through this huge change in their life.
Written By Eirene
Jan. 16, 2020, 4:54 p.m.(7/27/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Wrakjon
After skimming the Whites and seeing his journal entry, I think I need to meet with this person. Sounds as if we have similar hobbies/vices and a love for science. As well as an understanding of dead bodies.
Written By Eirene
Jan. 12, 2020, 12:53 p.m.(7/19/1012 AR)
I swear to all the gods, if i wasn't already a drunk, I would be now.
In other news, I'm proud of my family for standing by our honor and what is right by our people.
Now if you'll excuse me, scholar, I have a bender to continue.
In other news, I'm proud of my family for standing by our honor and what is right by our people.
Now if you'll excuse me, scholar, I have a bender to continue.
Written By Eirene
Jan. 10, 2020, 9:17 a.m.(7/14/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Martino
See? Old 'Aunt' Eirene comes to town and makes everything more interesting. Glad to be of service, because those docks can get smelly.
Written By Eirene
Jan. 8, 2020, 6:24 p.m.(7/11/1012 AR)
Within hours of my ship docking, I was requested to assist with experimentation on some shit which is not wholly natural. This was the kind of thing I missed about Arx, using my skills for the sake of the Compact and our allies. Sometimes I wonder why I left, then other times it's perfectly clear why I left and I wonder why in the Abyss I ever came back. But then I look at my kids and I go 'Oh yeah, I want them to have a future.'
Written By Eirene
Jan. 7, 2020, 2:52 p.m.(7/9/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Orathy
So Orathy's finally disappeared. To be honest, this took longer than I expected... I think he shot his mouth off one too many times. I feel bad for his family though. Never easy to lose someone, especially literally lose them with no kind of idea what happened.
Written By Eirene
Jan. 5, 2020, 7:17 p.m.(7/5/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Juliet
I see journals written by someone who's name is painfully close to yours, and it makes my heart hurt a little.
I'm sorry things ended as ugly as they did.
I never did get my necklace back from you either.
I'm sorry things ended as ugly as they did.
I never did get my necklace back from you either.
Written By Eirene
Jan. 5, 2020, 7:14 p.m.(7/5/1012 AR)
I finally drag my ass back to Arx and then my family wants a dinner back home in Southport.
Now I get to go BACK to Southport, have dinner, then sail BACK to Arx. I don't mind boats, I just hate taking two four-year-olds on a sea voyage...
Now I get to go BACK to Southport, have dinner, then sail BACK to Arx. I don't mind boats, I just hate taking two four-year-olds on a sea voyage...
Written By Eirene
Jan. 3, 2020, 11:23 a.m.(6/28/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Armel
My son, Idris, wants to be a Templar. Maybe I told him too many stories about Armel. Soph thinks he should join the Knights of Solace instead. I'd be proud of him in either, fighting for what's right against the forces of darkness.
Written By Eirene
Jan. 3, 2020, 11:22 a.m.(6/28/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Mabelle
She's steel under silk. I respect that. Even if she dresses too fancy and has an entourage of 'cute pets.' We always need those who can cure the shit I can't patch and sew up. And I promised to screw up that which took her husband. We got that in common..
Written By Eirene
Jan. 2, 2020, 10:41 p.m.(6/27/1012 AR)
To my pleasant surprise, not -all- my friends are dead. Good. Some are still alive and kicking and fighting the good fight.
Written By Eirene
Dec. 31, 2019, 10:27 a.m.(6/22/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Roxana
My own sister thinks I'm a fake. What the fucking Abyss...
Roxy, if you get a note and can barely read the handwriting and it looks like something a three year old scribbled in crayon, it's probably from me.
If you can read it and it sounds coherent, it's probably from Carissa my secretary.
Nobody in their right mind would want to be an alcoholic holding on to sanity with pure spite and a need to punch certain supernatural entities.
Roxy, if you get a note and can barely read the handwriting and it looks like something a three year old scribbled in crayon, it's probably from me.
If you can read it and it sounds coherent, it's probably from Carissa my secretary.
Nobody in their right mind would want to be an alcoholic holding on to sanity with pure spite and a need to punch certain supernatural entities.
Written By Eirene
Dec. 30, 2019, 6:40 p.m.(6/21/1012 AR)
No more than a day in Arx and I'm reminded of the many things I both love and hate about this city. There's a beauty in sorrow and I have sorrow in spades. So poetical. I'm also deeply drunk which is probably why I wax poetical on things. I wandered the city and looked up old friends - most of them died. All my lovers - dead. All my friends - dead.
I still have my Malvici family, and they will always come first. Thank the Gods for that. I also have two brats to look out for and ensure they grow and are cunning and strong enough to help me avenge their father.
I still have my Malvici family, and they will always come first. Thank the Gods for that. I also have two brats to look out for and ensure they grow and are cunning and strong enough to help me avenge their father.
Written By Eirene
Dec. 30, 2019, 2:32 p.m.(6/20/1012 AR)
As reported by Carissa, Eirene's aide de camp
Message sent: Lady <redacted>, it's been brought to my attention that you're adept in the detection and elimination of many threats beyond mortal capability. I'd appreciate it if we could sit and discuss more of your techniques and knowledge. Sincerely, Lady Brigadier General Eirene Malvici
Message Dictated: Hey <redacted>, someone said you're good at throwing down with supernatural shit. Let's chat.
Message sent: Lady <redacted>, it's been brought to my attention that you're adept in the detection and elimination of many threats beyond mortal capability. I'd appreciate it if we could sit and discuss more of your techniques and knowledge. Sincerely, Lady Brigadier General Eirene Malvici
Message Dictated: Hey <redacted>, someone said you're good at throwing down with supernatural shit. Let's chat.
Written By Eirene
Dec. 30, 2019, 1:39 p.m.(6/20/1012 AR)
I'm back in town.
Deal with it.
No doubt some of you are glad, others are glaring, and those of you who don't know me? You will soon enough...
Deal with it.
No doubt some of you are glad, others are glaring, and those of you who don't know me? You will soon enough...
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