Written By Eirene
Jan. 23, 2024, 10:27 a.m.(8/10/1021 AR)
Relationship Note on Hadrian
Hadrian is -was my late sister's firstborn. For some time he was Duke of Malvici until a twist of circumstance took him to Ostria. He seemed to thrive in then city, relishing their secrets and the love of his wife. A sphinx. How badass is that?
Malvici has a saying. "You return with your banner or wrapped in it." Hadrian will be wrapped in the banner of his beloved Hydra and committed to the Queen of Endings and Beginnings. We didn't always get along but he was family and I did care for him. We exchanged letters shortly before he left for Ostria and I told him his mother would be proud, and that I was too.
My sympathies to the people who welcomed him in and nurtured his cunning and talents, and to all of us who mourn his loss.
Malvici has a saying. "You return with your banner or wrapped in it." Hadrian will be wrapped in the banner of his beloved Hydra and committed to the Queen of Endings and Beginnings. We didn't always get along but he was family and I did care for him. We exchanged letters shortly before he left for Ostria and I told him his mother would be proud, and that I was too.
My sympathies to the people who welcomed him in and nurtured his cunning and talents, and to all of us who mourn his loss.
Written By Eirene
Jan. 23, 2024, 10:19 a.m.(8/10/1021 AR)
Relationship Note on Mabelle
I once yelled at Mabelle and my kids over cookies. She offered and they, being kids, accepted. I went off briefly on Lycene food hygiene and never accepting food or drink which wasn't tasted first.
I've since calmed down. And I trusted Mabelle enough where she could gladly give my children cookies.
I saw her love for Artshall, and the arts in general, and sweet things. But even honey is made by a bee, which will sting to defend its home and hive.
Also like a bee, that sting will cost her life. I don't think she regretted or hesitated that sacrifice at all.
I've since calmed down. And I trusted Mabelle enough where she could gladly give my children cookies.
I saw her love for Artshall, and the arts in general, and sweet things. But even honey is made by a bee, which will sting to defend its home and hive.
Also like a bee, that sting will cost her life. I don't think she regretted or hesitated that sacrifice at all.
Written By Eirene
Jan. 18, 2024, 8:22 p.m.(8/1/1021 AR)
I miss Calypso...
Written By Eirene
Jan. 10, 2024, 11:13 a.m.(7/12/1021 AR)
After all my work with the refugees, I wonder if I was kinder to have let them forget...
Written By Eirene
Dec. 28, 2023, 12:01 p.m.(6/14/1021 AR)
Relationship Note on Tyrval
Does this mean Tyrval is the Best and most Knowledgable Blood Mage in all Arvum now?
Written By Eirene
Dec. 23, 2023, 9:24 p.m.(6/5/1021 AR)
The Speech Given by General Eirene Riven at the battle of Destiny's End at Harrow Hall.
My name is Eirene Riven, born of House Malvici. And I'm honored to stand before you. Honored to be a daughter of Arvum and the Compact. I'm speaking to you as we're currently in control of our situation but that's not going to last for long.
How long we hang on, how far we get, how many of us survive the day - that is now up to us. Wherever you are, stand up. The time has come to fight. They underestimate us, and we know it. By the time they figure out how strong we are, it will be too late. We will NEVER have a better chance and I would rather die trying to take them down than give them what they want.
We know they've killed thousands upon thousands of innocents. Spilled blood for centuries and enslaved our friends, our family... all into one will, one destiny. And we will never be released from their grasp. They dream of a world where there are no names, no individuality, no choice. THAT ENDS TODAY
There is ONE way forward. Right now, the field is ours but it won't be for long.. You need to run, fight, kill. You need to help one another. You see someone who is lost, you get them moving and you KEEP them moving until the battle is won. Your comrades may fall; they may get back up again with a burning need for vengeance. You may see giants, magic, monsters... all these things we have been told are nightmares. But no more. We have opened our eyes. We have awakened.
We've been kept asleep. We've had our petty squabbles and our conflicts. We've had one another and our small victories, but our history has been pulled away and we've forgotten it. We were sleeping, all of us... but then we had to turn to the truth we did not want to face. That THEY did not want us to face.
The Horned God, the Herald of Slavery, has always thrived in darkness. Gaining power while we were kept asleep, in the dark. It's easy for me to tell you to fight. I've been awake and my eyes have been open for years. But if I could, I would have woken you all up earlier and we could have fought those bastards from the start.
FOR THE COMPACT! FOR ARVUM! FOR FREEDOM!
F*CK THE HORNED GOD!
My name is Eirene Riven, born of House Malvici. And I'm honored to stand before you. Honored to be a daughter of Arvum and the Compact. I'm speaking to you as we're currently in control of our situation but that's not going to last for long.
How long we hang on, how far we get, how many of us survive the day - that is now up to us. Wherever you are, stand up. The time has come to fight. They underestimate us, and we know it. By the time they figure out how strong we are, it will be too late. We will NEVER have a better chance and I would rather die trying to take them down than give them what they want.
We know they've killed thousands upon thousands of innocents. Spilled blood for centuries and enslaved our friends, our family... all into one will, one destiny. And we will never be released from their grasp. They dream of a world where there are no names, no individuality, no choice. THAT ENDS TODAY
There is ONE way forward. Right now, the field is ours but it won't be for long.. You need to run, fight, kill. You need to help one another. You see someone who is lost, you get them moving and you KEEP them moving until the battle is won. Your comrades may fall; they may get back up again with a burning need for vengeance. You may see giants, magic, monsters... all these things we have been told are nightmares. But no more. We have opened our eyes. We have awakened.
We've been kept asleep. We've had our petty squabbles and our conflicts. We've had one another and our small victories, but our history has been pulled away and we've forgotten it. We were sleeping, all of us... but then we had to turn to the truth we did not want to face. That THEY did not want us to face.
The Horned God, the Herald of Slavery, has always thrived in darkness. Gaining power while we were kept asleep, in the dark. It's easy for me to tell you to fight. I've been awake and my eyes have been open for years. But if I could, I would have woken you all up earlier and we could have fought those bastards from the start.
FOR THE COMPACT! FOR ARVUM! FOR FREEDOM!
F*CK THE HORNED GOD!
Written By Eirene
Nov. 10, 2023, 5:41 p.m.(3/3/1021 AR)
Relationship Note on Triscali
Why did someone claiming to be Queen Triscali leave a journal entry recently? Scholar, do I read that correctly?
Written By Eirene
Nov. 10, 2023, 12:52 p.m.(3/2/1021 AR)
Scholars - TOLD YOU SO. Put that in caps. I have been saying there's all this supernatural fuckery for fifteen years now and you've always looked at me funny.
Written By Eirene
Nov. 10, 2023, 12:51 p.m.(3/2/1021 AR)
My son has made a choice in his future. It's one I am prepared to fight for, die for if necessarily. Prefer I live to SEE him make those choices. Idris, I fight for your right to be who YOU choose. Iris too. And Jace. And every other Arvani. We decide.
Written By Eirene
Nov. 6, 2023, 5:13 p.m.(2/23/1021 AR)
There are times I wish I wasn't a member of the nobility... but I need my privilege to do what I need to do, so I can't walk away.
Written By Eirene
Nov. 2, 2023, 1:19 p.m.(2/14/1021 AR)
Although the danger hasn't passed it's just so nice to see the moon the correct damn color again.
Written By Eirene
Oct. 24, 2023, 1:06 p.m.(1/24/1021 AR)
For those of you who were wondering why I call a memorial a Vulture's Feast, here's a little cultural lesson for you.
In times of war, in the Malvici tradition, a deceased soldier's arms, armor, and kit are divided up among their mates and friends, with the most personal of mementos going to the family. These folk rarely have elaborate wills like us silks do. Maybe a piece of jewelry is instructed to go to a loved one, or a lock of hair. But the rest? No plans.
A soldier's boots, or dice, or cards, or even armor help keep their memory alive when given to their friends and kinfolk. Much as an ancestral sword is passed down, simple things like a pipe or a belt buckle may help keep them in our thoughts and find good use for something made to be used. More importantly a sword, bow, or armor may keep someone alive - and what better tribute to a deceased soldier than saving a life of someone they fought with or loved or died for?
Much as a vulture makes life from death, so do we find life and love in the distribution of the fallen's things.
Until we see our loved ones again beyond this life - may that day be a long fucking way off.
In times of war, in the Malvici tradition, a deceased soldier's arms, armor, and kit are divided up among their mates and friends, with the most personal of mementos going to the family. These folk rarely have elaborate wills like us silks do. Maybe a piece of jewelry is instructed to go to a loved one, or a lock of hair. But the rest? No plans.
A soldier's boots, or dice, or cards, or even armor help keep their memory alive when given to their friends and kinfolk. Much as an ancestral sword is passed down, simple things like a pipe or a belt buckle may help keep them in our thoughts and find good use for something made to be used. More importantly a sword, bow, or armor may keep someone alive - and what better tribute to a deceased soldier than saving a life of someone they fought with or loved or died for?
Much as a vulture makes life from death, so do we find life and love in the distribution of the fallen's things.
Until we see our loved ones again beyond this life - may that day be a long fucking way off.
Written By Eirene
Oct. 20, 2023, 12:10 a.m.(1/15/1021 AR)
A toast she gave at the Trader's Tavern, as recalled by Lady Eirene:
"To the death of Helena Thornweaver, and the victory of the living. May those she took from us be at peace, and may her master never sleep again in his life until we take his head from his fucking shoulders and put it on a spike on the palace bridge. To Arx, her people, and her allies. May we all be victorious in the days to come. To old friends, new faces, and the bonds we make in this life carrying us to the next. But may that day be a long fucking way off."
"To the death of Helena Thornweaver, and the victory of the living. May those she took from us be at peace, and may her master never sleep again in his life until we take his head from his fucking shoulders and put it on a spike on the palace bridge. To Arx, her people, and her allies. May we all be victorious in the days to come. To old friends, new faces, and the bonds we make in this life carrying us to the next. But may that day be a long fucking way off."
Written By Eirene
Oct. 19, 2023, 10:08 a.m.(1/14/1021 AR)
Relationship Note on Zakhar
How did I miss Zakhar dying? He was eccentric. But my kind of eccentric. Some of my favorite objects in the world were crafted by him. I hope someone takes in the cats.
Written By Eirene
Oct. 18, 2023, 11:19 p.m.(1/13/1021 AR)
Relationship Note on Cillian
Cillian was a complicated man haunted by his past and what he feared he might become. Well, scholar, he didn't become it. He died a hero, with a pure heart and soul. It's the smallest solace I can take in his passing.
Written By Eirene
Oct. 14, 2023, 12:44 p.m.(1/4/1021 AR)
Final line of a message sent to several persons in Arx - Lady Eirene wished this portion inscribed in the Archives:
May the Gods be with us, may our blades stay sharp, may our healing hands stay deft... and may we give the fuckers the fight they will remember for the rest of their short sad painful lives.
May the Gods be with us, may our blades stay sharp, may our healing hands stay deft... and may we give the fuckers the fight they will remember for the rest of their short sad painful lives.
Written By Eirene
May 15, 2023, 11:18 a.m.(10/23/1019 AR)
Seeing a queen and a high lord frolicking (yes, I used that word) in a chocolate fountain is a memory I will carry for a while. Brain bleach for all the horrors I've lived through.
Kael and Keels are an adorable couple too. I wish them many health babies I won't be delivering.
Kael and Keels are an adorable couple too. I wish them many health babies I won't be delivering.
Written By Eirene
May 14, 2023, 12:20 a.m.(10/20/1019 AR)
I'm either the BEST mom in the world for NOT participating in a chocolate fight my kids couldn't join in, or the WORST mom in the world for NOT participating in a chocolate fight when given the chance.
Written By Eirene
April 29, 2023, 7:16 p.m.(9/20/1019 AR)
The Physicians Guild and the Mercies of the House of Solace continue our partnership in preparing the Compact for darker days. We both strive to bring good health and long lives to all that we serve, and with our continued preparation we hope that we can prevent the worst of what may happen should those dark days come. And let's fucking face it, Scholar, we all know there's a storm on the horizon and I don't mean that big one which hit a few months ago... My thanks to Archlector Giada who is the best damn Q a person could want, and Mercy Azova who has shit handled while Mother Sophie is off on goodwill tours. I can't do it without them and I'm glad we're all on the same damn side.
Written By Eirene
March 4, 2023, 1:44 p.m.(5/19/1019 AR)
Newest Nightmare fuel: Thanks to the final push at Sungreet where we captured (and killed) Waldo, I now know what it looks like to have all the humours sucked out of a body and injected into another one like with a fucking turkey baster.
You're welcome, Scholar, sleep tight.
You're welcome, Scholar, sleep tight.
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