Written By Brogan
Oct. 16, 2018, 9:19 p.m.(10/16/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Amari
Lady Amari, I protest your claim that Vercyn has the best beard.
I will acknowledge it is indeed a mighty fine, possibly even magnificent beard. But, I contest it being the beard of all beards.
I will acknowledge it is indeed a mighty fine, possibly even magnificent beard. But, I contest it being the beard of all beards.
Written By Brogan
Sept. 23, 2018, 11:05 p.m.(8/27/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Arik
Allow me to take you away on such a journey in regards to whiskey! Plenty of tasting to be had, samples to be found, drinks in general to be consumed. Nothing untoward could possibly happen while we do this!
Written By Brogan
Sept. 23, 2018, 6:48 p.m.(8/26/1009 AR)
Recently, I lost a drinking contest. ME! I lost hard too. I came in fourth. FOURTH. In my defense, trickery was employed by the winner. Friendly competition, certainly. But I lost DRINKING! Well. Congratulations to Felicia, Helia and Arcadia for their drinking victories.
At least I managed to best Felicia with a huge fish!
Oh, right a point to my rambling! Thraxians throw great parties!
At least I managed to best Felicia with a huge fish!
Oh, right a point to my rambling! Thraxians throw great parties!
Written By Brogan
Sept. 2, 2018, 10:19 p.m.(7/6/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Mirk
Free Drinks are the way to anyone's heart, really. Especially mine. Come hither, Lord Mirk. Bring forth your free booze. Though the cost may be great, I am perfectly willing to consume it for you. Selflessly, in vast quantities.
Written By Brogan
Sept. 2, 2018, 10:01 p.m.(7/6/1009 AR)
So. I've come down from my little sabbatical in the mountains. As usual, Arx has gotten itself turned over onto its head in the meantime. There is not enough alcohol for all the things I keep hearing and discovering.
But I'm going to try to consume it all anyway.
But I'm going to try to consume it all anyway.
Written By Brogan
April 10, 2018, 9:48 p.m.(7/12/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Signe
Hrm...
Well, maybe a new trend's been started similar to people putting mud on themselves to look younger or some such shite.
Seems someone thought they'd help my feet stay fruity fresh with a bit of jam in my boots. Thank the Spirits it was in my room at Nightgold otherwise I'd probably get myself into a heap of trouble tracking sticky boots through the Hart!
Between Water from above, and Jam from below... I'm a curious to see where the next wave of this sinister plan comes from tomorrow.
Well, maybe a new trend's been started similar to people putting mud on themselves to look younger or some such shite.
Seems someone thought they'd help my feet stay fruity fresh with a bit of jam in my boots. Thank the Spirits it was in my room at Nightgold otherwise I'd probably get myself into a heap of trouble tracking sticky boots through the Hart!
Between Water from above, and Jam from below... I'm a curious to see where the next wave of this sinister plan comes from tomorrow.
Written By Brogan
April 9, 2018, 12:26 a.m.(7/8/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Valencia
For beautiful eyes, look for the good in others.
For beautiful lips, speak only words of kindness.
For poise, walk with the knowledge that you are never alone.
You carry all of these, my Princess, whether you realize it or not.
For beautiful lips, speak only words of kindness.
For poise, walk with the knowledge that you are never alone.
You carry all of these, my Princess, whether you realize it or not.
Written By Brogan
March 25, 2018, 7:44 p.m.(6/5/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Valencia
I’ve written more than normal since returning from Stormwall. Seems that war can even bring out the philosopher in a drunken brawler these days. Lots of thoughts on living and no regrets. Well, seems I should follow my own advice.
All my life I’ve been searching for a home. All my life, I’ve been wanting more than that which was readily offered to me, more than parties, more than so-called friends who stood beside me out of personal gain. I always thought home would be a place, and indeed it is, but not in any physical sense.
It is a place in your heart and soul, and the heart and soul of a rare few. It is a feeling given by true friends.
I know this, my Princess, when I look at you I am home.
All my life I’ve been searching for a home. All my life, I’ve been wanting more than that which was readily offered to me, more than parties, more than so-called friends who stood beside me out of personal gain. I always thought home would be a place, and indeed it is, but not in any physical sense.
It is a place in your heart and soul, and the heart and soul of a rare few. It is a feeling given by true friends.
I know this, my Princess, when I look at you I am home.
Written By Brogan
March 24, 2018, 12:48 p.m.(6/3/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Felicia
There's nothing in this World as amazing as the selflessness that comes from Love built from Friendship. I don't have to prove my worth and value to any but those I love, and that I do by being who I am, with confidence that those I love appreciate the good and accept the bad. Does anything else really matter?
We are all dying, every moment that passes of every day. That is the inescapable truth of this existence. It is a truth that can paralyze us with fear, or one that can energize us with impatience, with the desire to explore and experience, with the hope and will to find a memory in every action. To be alive, under sunshine, or starlight, in weather fair or stormy. To dance with every step, be they through city streets or through deep mountain snows.
It's with the type of friends I've been blessed by the Spirits to find that I'm able to live a life worth celebrating. I'm not the easiest man to be around some days, Spirits know I've taken my beatings for it, but the fact that I still get to see some of you every day means I must not be that much of an ass. I Thank the Spirits for the people they've brought into my life.
We are all dying, every moment that passes of every day. That is the inescapable truth of this existence. It is a truth that can paralyze us with fear, or one that can energize us with impatience, with the desire to explore and experience, with the hope and will to find a memory in every action. To be alive, under sunshine, or starlight, in weather fair or stormy. To dance with every step, be they through city streets or through deep mountain snows.
It's with the type of friends I've been blessed by the Spirits to find that I'm able to live a life worth celebrating. I'm not the easiest man to be around some days, Spirits know I've taken my beatings for it, but the fact that I still get to see some of you every day means I must not be that much of an ass. I Thank the Spirits for the people they've brought into my life.
Written By Brogan
March 23, 2018, 11:58 p.m.(6/2/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Acacia
Started a long night of drinking with Caspian.
Finished it with Acacia.
In my stubborn youth, I believed that I could stand alone, that I was strong enough to conquer my enemies with my fists and pride. Arrogance convinced me that by sheer determination, I could conquer helplessness itself. Stubborn and foolish youth, I must admit, when I look back on those years now, I see quite clearly that rarely did I stand alone and rarely did I have to stand alone. Always there were friends, true and dear, lending me support even when I believed I did not want it, and even when I did not realize they were doing it. Felicia, Giulio, Sigurd, Caspian, Acacia, Valencia... a few of the names that come to mind when I think on this, and a smile spreads across my face.
I've come to know strengths of community, not the paranoia of selfish individualism.
Greater indeed are pleasures that are shared.
Thank you for being there last night, Thanks for being there the last time I nearly fell into the docks. Thanks for making sure I was ok, and that I didn't end up sleeping in an alley somewhere.
Finished it with Acacia.
In my stubborn youth, I believed that I could stand alone, that I was strong enough to conquer my enemies with my fists and pride. Arrogance convinced me that by sheer determination, I could conquer helplessness itself. Stubborn and foolish youth, I must admit, when I look back on those years now, I see quite clearly that rarely did I stand alone and rarely did I have to stand alone. Always there were friends, true and dear, lending me support even when I believed I did not want it, and even when I did not realize they were doing it. Felicia, Giulio, Sigurd, Caspian, Acacia, Valencia... a few of the names that come to mind when I think on this, and a smile spreads across my face.
I've come to know strengths of community, not the paranoia of selfish individualism.
Greater indeed are pleasures that are shared.
Thank you for being there last night, Thanks for being there the last time I nearly fell into the docks. Thanks for making sure I was ok, and that I didn't end up sleeping in an alley somewhere.
Written By Brogan
March 23, 2018, 7:36 p.m.(6/1/1008 AR)
People are interesting creatures...
Do we behave out of fear of punishment, or out of the demands of our heart? For me, it's the latter, as I'd hope is true for all adults, though I know from bitter experience that such isn't often the case. To act in a manner designed to send you to the Realm of of your choosing after your death seems obvious, for if ones heart is not in alignment with the creator of that heaven, then... what is the point?
But, Reality is a curious thing. Truth isn't as solid and universal as any of us would like it to be; selfishness guides perception, and perception invites justification. The physical image in the mirror, if not pleasing, can be altered by the mere brush of fingers through hair.
And so it's true that we can manipulate our own reality. We can persuade, even deceive. We can make others view us in dishonest ways. We can hide selfishness with charity, make a craving for acceptance into magnanimity, and amplify our smile to coerce a hesitant lover. The world is illusion, and often delusion, as victors write the histories and the children who die quietly under the stamp of a triumphant army never really existed. The robber baron becomes philanthropist in the final analysis, by bequeathing only that for which he had no more use. The king who sends young men and women to die becomes beneficent with the kiss of a baby. Every problem becomes a problem of perception to those who understand that reality, in reality, is what you make reality to be.
This is the way of the world, but it is not the only way... I've met wonderful people that make a difference, make their Reality a better place for others, and even though it may be few and far between they've made my Reality far better.
Do we behave out of fear of punishment, or out of the demands of our heart? For me, it's the latter, as I'd hope is true for all adults, though I know from bitter experience that such isn't often the case. To act in a manner designed to send you to the Realm of of your choosing after your death seems obvious, for if ones heart is not in alignment with the creator of that heaven, then... what is the point?
But, Reality is a curious thing. Truth isn't as solid and universal as any of us would like it to be; selfishness guides perception, and perception invites justification. The physical image in the mirror, if not pleasing, can be altered by the mere brush of fingers through hair.
And so it's true that we can manipulate our own reality. We can persuade, even deceive. We can make others view us in dishonest ways. We can hide selfishness with charity, make a craving for acceptance into magnanimity, and amplify our smile to coerce a hesitant lover. The world is illusion, and often delusion, as victors write the histories and the children who die quietly under the stamp of a triumphant army never really existed. The robber baron becomes philanthropist in the final analysis, by bequeathing only that for which he had no more use. The king who sends young men and women to die becomes beneficent with the kiss of a baby. Every problem becomes a problem of perception to those who understand that reality, in reality, is what you make reality to be.
This is the way of the world, but it is not the only way... I've met wonderful people that make a difference, make their Reality a better place for others, and even though it may be few and far between they've made my Reality far better.
Written By Brogan
March 22, 2018, 5:25 p.m.(5/27/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Valencia
As I get home with friends and family, feeling blessed to have them with me, I've come to find that some of those closest to me have lost very dear friends and family. My heart is heavy for them, blunting my own joy, and seeing what could've happened up North.
My thoughts and prayers to the Spirits go out to the families of the lost loved ones. Anyone with a heart, with a family, has experienced loss. No one escapes unscathed. Every story of separation is different, but I think we all understand that basic, wrenching emotion that comes from saying goodbye (or not having the chance), not knowing if we'll see that person again - or worse ... knowing that we won't.
I'll offer what support you'll want, and my own thoughts having suffered the loss of both Wife and Daughter... Loss and Discovery, Death and Life are one, There falls no shadow where there shines no sun. While there might feel only darkness right now, the Night doesn't last forever, and even though the feeling when the Morning breaks won't erase the memory of the Night... it'll remind you that there's always the next Day.
My thoughts and prayers to the Spirits go out to the families of the lost loved ones. Anyone with a heart, with a family, has experienced loss. No one escapes unscathed. Every story of separation is different, but I think we all understand that basic, wrenching emotion that comes from saying goodbye (or not having the chance), not knowing if we'll see that person again - or worse ... knowing that we won't.
I'll offer what support you'll want, and my own thoughts having suffered the loss of both Wife and Daughter... Loss and Discovery, Death and Life are one, There falls no shadow where there shines no sun. While there might feel only darkness right now, the Night doesn't last forever, and even though the feeling when the Morning breaks won't erase the memory of the Night... it'll remind you that there's always the next Day.
Written By Brogan
March 18, 2018, 6:25 p.m.(5/19/1008 AR)
Damn Lazy Scholars and lettin' me only pick one person to call out. Spirits curse it, I'll name them myself
Khanne, Sigurd, Marian, Violet, Mydas, MOrrighan, Gwenna, Agatha, Ann, Asger, Felicia, Eilonwy, Tovell, Jeffeth, and the rest of you bloody lot I asked about coming North or to actually travel North.
Some of you hadn't been through it before, and some of you it was old hat. For the ones getting to see 'the glory of War', now you know why some of us scoff when the bards talk about it. There's no glory in holding in the guts of your friends and family. There's no glory when you're watchin' your City burn to the ground. There's sadness, survival, relief, and loss. Still, we keep pushing, because giving up means the enemy wins and we'll never let that happen. We'll keep fighting. Keep pushing, and keep protecting everything and everyone we love.
Spirits know I'm happy to see your faces (some smiling, some otherwise), and we'll have us a round to remember those lost. Sounds like there's still some fighting happening in the South. To my friends and loved ones down there, don't give in, don't give up, and if you need us we'll be there. Take care, and come back to see us.
Spirits blessings on you all.
Khanne, Sigurd, Marian, Violet, Mydas, MOrrighan, Gwenna, Agatha, Ann, Asger, Felicia, Eilonwy, Tovell, Jeffeth, and the rest of you bloody lot I asked about coming North or to actually travel North.
Some of you hadn't been through it before, and some of you it was old hat. For the ones getting to see 'the glory of War', now you know why some of us scoff when the bards talk about it. There's no glory in holding in the guts of your friends and family. There's no glory when you're watchin' your City burn to the ground. There's sadness, survival, relief, and loss. Still, we keep pushing, because giving up means the enemy wins and we'll never let that happen. We'll keep fighting. Keep pushing, and keep protecting everything and everyone we love.
Spirits know I'm happy to see your faces (some smiling, some otherwise), and we'll have us a round to remember those lost. Sounds like there's still some fighting happening in the South. To my friends and loved ones down there, don't give in, don't give up, and if you need us we'll be there. Take care, and come back to see us.
Spirits blessings on you all.
Written By Brogan
March 10, 2018, 2:11 p.m.(5/3/1008 AR)
Wills ... Who get's my stuff ... who gives a shite? People want to divvy up my leftovers they're welcome to it. Instead, I'd like my friends to remember the good times, and have a drink to my memory. Life's hard, unfair, and sometimes we get the short end of the pointy object, aye? When that happens, everyone I know and love... move the hells on, and live a life that you think I'd be proud to be a part of.
There's no pain greater than the missed opportunities; not the cut of a jagged-edged dagger nor the bite of the bitterest north wind. Nothing burns in your heart like the emptiness of losing something, someone, before you truly have learned of its value. Often I've lifted my cup in a futile toast, an apology to ears that cannot hear.
I've done my best to talk or make amends with those I'd not leave wondering my thoughts. Few days left before I head out, and if you'd like a chat come find me. Everyone's touched this Northman's heart in some way, others more so than most, and know that you'll carry a piece of me with you wherever you go.
There's no pain greater than the missed opportunities; not the cut of a jagged-edged dagger nor the bite of the bitterest north wind. Nothing burns in your heart like the emptiness of losing something, someone, before you truly have learned of its value. Often I've lifted my cup in a futile toast, an apology to ears that cannot hear.
I've done my best to talk or make amends with those I'd not leave wondering my thoughts. Few days left before I head out, and if you'd like a chat come find me. Everyone's touched this Northman's heart in some way, others more so than most, and know that you'll carry a piece of me with you wherever you go.
Written By Brogan
March 5, 2018, 12:12 a.m.(4/20/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Sigurd
Aye,
A fine blade, a fine axe, and a fine gift from a splendid Nephew and Dear Friend.
I'll use it to make sure he, and I get back home. Safe to our loved ones and dear friends, and to protect those I travel with to the best of my ability.
Thank you, Sigurd.
A fine blade, a fine axe, and a fine gift from a splendid Nephew and Dear Friend.
I'll use it to make sure he, and I get back home. Safe to our loved ones and dear friends, and to protect those I travel with to the best of my ability.
Thank you, Sigurd.
Written By Brogan
March 2, 2018, 9:24 p.m.(4/16/1008 AR)
Friendship...
To some it's people you've had a drink with, to others it's those you'd give a hand to when they ask, but to a rare few it's when you'd put your life on the line to make sure they make it back home. Ya know, there's not that big of a line between love and friendship, and in many ways I think they blend together pretty well. You should show respect, and honor your friends like you would the one you Love.
I hope that the ones I've called friends know that I love them, and would put my life on the line for them. They're the Family I choose instead of the one I'm born into.
To some it's people you've had a drink with, to others it's those you'd give a hand to when they ask, but to a rare few it's when you'd put your life on the line to make sure they make it back home. Ya know, there's not that big of a line between love and friendship, and in many ways I think they blend together pretty well. You should show respect, and honor your friends like you would the one you Love.
I hope that the ones I've called friends know that I love them, and would put my life on the line for them. They're the Family I choose instead of the one I'm born into.
Written By Brogan
Feb. 27, 2018, 4:35 p.m.(4/9/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Giulio
(The script is shaky at best, as if the author can barely focus on the paper)
All you at the Murder of Crows last night...
Sorry for being the drunk ass as that I was. Find me later, and I'll sort you all out. Once I can see straight enough to put my boots on.
Spirits, what day is it?!
Giulio,
Southern Thunder is my new vice. Thanks for bringing it, friend.
All you at the Murder of Crows last night...
Sorry for being the drunk ass as that I was. Find me later, and I'll sort you all out. Once I can see straight enough to put my boots on.
Spirits, what day is it?!
Giulio,
Southern Thunder is my new vice. Thanks for bringing it, friend.
Written By Brogan
Feb. 24, 2018, 1:47 p.m.(4/3/1008 AR)
The rumors that fly 'round this damn city always suprises me. Some days I wake up, hearing something, and the first thing that pops into my head is, "Damn, I need another drink." Then I realize I should probably get out of bed before I think about drinking again.
Do I care for 'lot of people? Spirits yes. I've seen too many that I love and care for die, and not being able to do much about it. Do I build friendships easy, and show 'bit of affection for those I care for you? Damn right, life is too short to be bottled up and not giving as much as you can to the people in your life. Am I rolling in the furs with every beautiful lass that happens to have a drink with me? Hah, not at all, I'm a bit tougher to get in the sack than that.
I've got a big heart, aye, but it ain't the type to float from one flower to the next. My life is what it is, and I ain't ashamed of it, and I'm damn sure not apologizin' for it. The one that's captured my heart knows it, and that's all there's going to be 'bout it. Plenty of love from the big Northern Savage to be sure, but only one place where the Heart lives.
Do I care for 'lot of people? Spirits yes. I've seen too many that I love and care for die, and not being able to do much about it. Do I build friendships easy, and show 'bit of affection for those I care for you? Damn right, life is too short to be bottled up and not giving as much as you can to the people in your life. Am I rolling in the furs with every beautiful lass that happens to have a drink with me? Hah, not at all, I'm a bit tougher to get in the sack than that.
I've got a big heart, aye, but it ain't the type to float from one flower to the next. My life is what it is, and I ain't ashamed of it, and I'm damn sure not apologizin' for it. The one that's captured my heart knows it, and that's all there's going to be 'bout it. Plenty of love from the big Northern Savage to be sure, but only one place where the Heart lives.
Written By Brogan
Feb. 20, 2018, 12:31 a.m.(3/22/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Sigurd
*Ink splotches followed by some scribbling*
Sigurd,
Cheeky bastard. I've heard what you're up to, and now there's a damn list of 'How many get to wrestle with Brogan in the Mud at once'. Just remember, I'm the one that pulls us out of the damn Tavern fires, and I might just forget I've got a drinking partner next time someone sets fire to a man's pants...
Nah, nevermind, don't forget the matches next time.
Sigurd,
Cheeky bastard. I've heard what you're up to, and now there's a damn list of 'How many get to wrestle with Brogan in the Mud at once'. Just remember, I'm the one that pulls us out of the damn Tavern fires, and I might just forget I've got a drinking partner next time someone sets fire to a man's pants...
Nah, nevermind, don't forget the matches next time.
Written By Brogan
Feb. 19, 2018, 2:27 a.m.(3/20/1008 AR)
Same days are harder than others...
Kind like walking through the woods, and before you know it you realize there's a spot you never been to before. You look back, not quite sure how you got here, and decide that the only way through is to keep moving forward. Some times there's a storm in the way, and some times the sun is shining down so bright it's hard to see. All that matters, at the end of the day, is that you keep moving without quitting.
Aint nothing at the end of the day but Death if you quit.
Kind like walking through the woods, and before you know it you realize there's a spot you never been to before. You look back, not quite sure how you got here, and decide that the only way through is to keep moving forward. Some times there's a storm in the way, and some times the sun is shining down so bright it's hard to see. All that matters, at the end of the day, is that you keep moving without quitting.
Aint nothing at the end of the day but Death if you quit.
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