Written By Freja
Dec. 17, 2017, 11:53 p.m.(10/16/1007 AR)
Short Summary: There is no lack of things to do. If you need a place, a job, or some aim it can be found. Any lack of purpose I consider laziness on the individual's part. Send word if you wish to find direction. I have suggestions aplenty.
Written By Freja
Dec. 7, 2017, 3:13 p.m.(9/22/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Victus
Written By Freja
Dec. 7, 2017, 10:28 a.m.(9/22/1007 AR)
Written By Freja
Nov. 26, 2017, 8:27 p.m.(9/1/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Mae
Written By Freja
Nov. 13, 2017, 6:13 p.m.(7/28/1007 AR)
Yelling is optional, or reliant, on efforts applied.
Written By Freja
Nov. 13, 2017, 2:14 p.m.(7/28/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Calista
But please, drinking horns and conspiring soon!
Written By Freja
Nov. 13, 2017, 2:12 p.m.(7/28/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Mydas
I believe the Duchess Calista has the right of it though, there are better things to make you writhe other than tossing axes at you.
I'll find you a rosegold something to make up for it?
Written By Freja
Nov. 13, 2017, 10:20 a.m.(7/28/1007 AR)
Smooches.
Written By Freja
Nov. 13, 2017, 2:12 a.m.(7/27/1007 AR)
I do, however, have rather good aim.
Unfortunately, that aim comes with a penchant for axes.
Sorry, not sorry, Mydas.
That which does not kill you only makes you stronger - or ensures I'm always right in our arguments.
Written By Freja
Oct. 24, 2017, 10:15 p.m.(6/17/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Calypso
At least catch up to my settee of skulls.
Next up? A goblet.
Written By Freja
Oct. 12, 2017, 4:22 p.m.(5/20/1007 AR)
Valeria's sword did, but you didn't. I've never forgiven you for it and I don't know if Fergus ever will either.
You and mother were the same in that; no bodies returning home for your children's final farewell.
The past few weeks I've poured over my maps I've constructed over my years scouting the Northlands, helping to plan with our allies to plot the course of Farhaven's newest military endeavor. The banners have been called, Vassals rallied, and to the snows we march once again.
The estate has been a tempest of activity in preparation, but even in the flurry I still only think what if I follow the example set?
Of the Spirits I ask send home only my axes, hang them in the Halls and carve my name upon the stone.
I am my father's daughter, one of Torrud's Brood, and I daresay I do not deserve the honor if he never was.
Written By Freja
Oct. 1, 2017, 8:48 p.m.(4/26/1007 AR)
Written By Freja
Sept. 21, 2017, 2:56 p.m.(4/4/1007 AR)
Anze, you're included in this.
Well, minus myself of course! I'm the darling daughter, the baby, that has yet to cause a near political disaster. Yet.
I love them dearly though, admire them not only for what they have done and accomplished (blind to the public eye apparently), but also for what they continue to do.
Edain's gilded tongue is far more eloquent than my own.
Written By Freja
Sept. 21, 2017, 2:06 p.m.(4/4/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Ira
Poetry, attributed to me over a pun it seems?
It isn't often I get and admirer, if ever. Let alone one I have never met.
If this 'crazed alchemist' is so inclined, I like whiskey, flowers, poetry, and long walks through the battlefield over the enemies I have bested.
Beaches on moonlit nights are -so- last year.
Written By Freja
Sept. 21, 2017, 11:17 a.m.(4/4/1007 AR)
*There is a scribe's note that the Redrain Princess erupted into a fit of giggles and a facepalm was heard a few desks down from where the scribe sat.*
Written By Freja
Sept. 18, 2017, 10:17 a.m.(3/26/1007 AR)
But fuck if it didn't hurt.
Losses incurred, but weapons secured.
Written By Freja
Sept. 14, 2017, 10:20 a.m.(3/18/1007 AR)
I got even in my own way and still they are wary of me when I am suddenly somewhere where I wasn't a second ago. Good times.
That aside, perhaps we are just made of sterner stuff in the North. Recent slights perceived are so trite to me it makes me wonder if any one of them could have survived a childhood with my brothers. We play rough, talk rough, and for the most part avoid garish colors when trying to be on the offensive when trying to best and be discreet about maneuvers against something that wants to fucking kill us. One of multiple things, really. I never knew armor to be so ornate, but skin so thin.
Written By Freja
Aug. 30, 2017, 7:28 a.m.(2/12/1007 AR)
Written By Freja
Aug. 13, 2017, 9:14 p.m.(1/7/1007 AR)
Find yourself running in scant leathers from an avalanche in a snowstorm, then come talk to me.
Written By Freja
July 31, 2017, 9:48 a.m.(12/8/1006 AR)
Brothers are wed and there is some relative calm now, allowing a lull in which I can visit Farhaven again.
The best part? The quiet.
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