Written By Martinique
May 4, 2021, 7:18 p.m.(6/1/1015 AR)
And so the Eurusi are repelled. I fought on land this time, with my baroness. We were winning, the enemy mages were struggling with something and dying often. Then the jungle itself began to attack everyone, everyone--the trees themselves began to move. This at least had the effect of ending the battle decisively in our favor, but I have never seen such a thing.
Written By Martinique
March 31, 2021, 7:29 p.m.(3/17/1015 AR)
And so Stepan Horderacht is dead. Haakon got him before he could slaughter Romulius. I wish I'd gotten him myself, but at least he and that hell-tribe are gone, and my company is avenged.
Written By Martinique
Feb. 27, 2021, 6:23 p.m.(1/9/1015 AR)
The Isles have some quaint and fascinating customs as I've been learning. This latest that I've gotten involved with was going on a reaving--which is basically just rounding up a gang of boats and hunting down pirates or shavs or whatever is currently bothering the people calling the reavers. The ones we caught this time were slavers who had been taking down merchant shippers around Port Longisle, since it's less than fully defended at present. I'll never forget what I saw going into that hold, but I'm glad we were able to stop them.
Written By Martinique
Feb. 15, 2021, 6:51 p.m.(12/11/1014 AR)
Ember ordered Zoya to get me new clothes, stating that "this is a manor house, not a field camp." Zoya came to do the measurements and established both my relationship with the Baroness and proper bust size. I confess I'm both nervous and a little bit excited--I've never had much money to devote towards clothing that wasn't armor.
Written By Martinique
Feb. 5, 2021, 9:46 p.m.(11/19/1014 AR)
So now my company is dead. My friends, all but one slaughtered. The guilt I feel for not having fallen with them will never fade. At least I still have a place in Redreef.
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