Written By Geralt
Jan. 17, 2024, 12:31 a.m.(7/25/1021 AR)
Weird days to find myself where I am. Didn't expect to wake up the way I did today, but like I said, damn strange days. Over the years, I've seen my family shrink, either by death, marriage, and simply returning home. Eventually, the Hall got a lot emptier. And in the last year or so, it sometimes felt like I was standing watch over an empty building.
And now, everyone's lives have gone to shit in one way or another. We're running around, trying to make up whatever time we might got left, our own mortality suddenly sneaking up behind our collective asses and letting us know that we're all on borrowed time. Seems weird, don't it? A lot of folks, myself included, would say that you try to live everyday might be your last. And now, when we're all thinking the same thing, that there might be no tomorrow for anybody, every again. Well, changes things I feel like.
And that's why I got married on a lark, to a woman I don't know. Never did get married. Figure no better time than now.
Weird days. Figured I'd be living in the North forever. Couldn't see anything else past that. Didn't really want to. And now, instead of being Sword, I'm suddenly a Baron. Weird days. I don't regret it, but I don't think you should regret your actions. Good ones and bad ones, and the Spirits know just how many bad choices I've made in my life. Terrible ones. Can't take them back. What I do know that after a number of them, I'd spit on Asger's grave for the shit he pulled while he was still breathing. Idiot.
So. Got married. Gonna find myself in Lenosia soon, defending a people I don't know. People that aren't my own. But I also think that shit like that shouldn't matter anymore. If there's one thing that'll reduce a person to their base, it's the realization that everyone, not some house, or even a country might die, but everything will.
Weird days.
So I don't care where I fight, I just want it to mean something. Make it worthwhile. I've drank and eaten and slept to my heart's content over these last couple of decades. And it was *fun*. But was it worthwhile? Did it mean something? Shit, I don't know anymore. I like to think it did. But now, hey, I think this might mean something, even if it's something new. Something strange. Something weird.
Weird days. Yeah. Weird.
And now, everyone's lives have gone to shit in one way or another. We're running around, trying to make up whatever time we might got left, our own mortality suddenly sneaking up behind our collective asses and letting us know that we're all on borrowed time. Seems weird, don't it? A lot of folks, myself included, would say that you try to live everyday might be your last. And now, when we're all thinking the same thing, that there might be no tomorrow for anybody, every again. Well, changes things I feel like.
And that's why I got married on a lark, to a woman I don't know. Never did get married. Figure no better time than now.
Weird days. Figured I'd be living in the North forever. Couldn't see anything else past that. Didn't really want to. And now, instead of being Sword, I'm suddenly a Baron. Weird days. I don't regret it, but I don't think you should regret your actions. Good ones and bad ones, and the Spirits know just how many bad choices I've made in my life. Terrible ones. Can't take them back. What I do know that after a number of them, I'd spit on Asger's grave for the shit he pulled while he was still breathing. Idiot.
So. Got married. Gonna find myself in Lenosia soon, defending a people I don't know. People that aren't my own. But I also think that shit like that shouldn't matter anymore. If there's one thing that'll reduce a person to their base, it's the realization that everyone, not some house, or even a country might die, but everything will.
Weird days.
So I don't care where I fight, I just want it to mean something. Make it worthwhile. I've drank and eaten and slept to my heart's content over these last couple of decades. And it was *fun*. But was it worthwhile? Did it mean something? Shit, I don't know anymore. I like to think it did. But now, hey, I think this might mean something, even if it's something new. Something strange. Something weird.
Weird days. Yeah. Weird.
Written By Geralt
Jan. 17, 2021, 5:50 p.m.(10/8/1014 AR)
I had the strangest dream, the other night. I woke up, in a tub of hot water, only it wasn't water. It was /whiskey/.
I couldn't decide if it was the greatest thing that ever happened to me, or a horrific waste of otherwise drinkable alcohol.
Then I woke up, and found I'd knocked over the bottle in my sleep.
I couldn't decide if it was the greatest thing that ever happened to me, or a horrific waste of otherwise drinkable alcohol.
Then I woke up, and found I'd knocked over the bottle in my sleep.
Written By Geralt
March 15, 2020, 6:58 p.m.(12/8/1012 AR)
I woke up this morning in the middle of the beaches, with no recollection how I got there, and wearing someone else's boots. I'm going to assume I had a good night.
Written By Geralt
Sept. 14, 2019, 9:39 p.m.(11/3/1011 AR)
Ahhh, back in Arx again, and during the pitiful excuse they call winter, or close to it. I have a feeling I'm going to get into trouble.
Written By Geralt
July 16, 2018, 12:06 a.m.(3/13/1009 AR)
It should be no surprise to anyone that I was named the Best Beard at the Beards & Brews. I even think I'll let it continue to grow out so that I remain wholly unchallenged for the next go 'round.
Written By Geralt
July 13, 2018, 2:07 p.m.(3/9/1009 AR)
Is sending asses to people a thing now? 'Cause if so, I know at least three people who are in for a rude awakening..
Written By Geralt
July 9, 2018, 1:59 p.m.(2/28/1009 AR)
If we're appreciating great asses today, I'd like to appreciate my own. It's served its purpose we as a fine seat for the past several decades, amongst other things.
Written By Geralt
July 4, 2018, 1:20 p.m.(2/18/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Asger
I've arrived during the joke that they call winter here in the City. The snow is pitiful and I'm probably going to sweat to death before spring, but a man's got to do his duty, I suppose. I don't blame you too much, boy, but enough that I'll likely hold this over your head until the rest of your days. And yes, I did say /your/ days. I might be twenty-odd years your senior, but I'll likely still outlive you because of how damn portly you've gotten since you've become Duke.
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