Written By Orathy
Jan. 6, 2020, 4:40 p.m.(7/7/1012 AR)
*Written by a Scholar assisting with the entry - translated from Orathy into Arvum*
I don't see why people want to travel, especially when there are dead things that like ankle biting or giant thinks that like swallowing people whole out there. All the same, it made me think. It made me want to jot down a few things. As much as I groan about the conditions of the Lowers, with recent business picking up a tick, us Culler's getting a legitimate business going, life hasn't been all shit. The Lowers is my home and we aren't going to let the future generations grow up in the same muck we did. We be providing jobs to those who grow up in the Lowers, as no doubt, we be hiring from our people first and foremost. No one should be thinking we be getting soft, aye, no, we just be providing for our own, as we always do. We also aren't going to forget where we came from. There be enough of the Silk charity and hand outs. If a man has to survive for a lifetime in this city, give him the skills to do so, as we will be doing with our ventures for folk who want to learn.
Write what I say not this shit. What is this shit... *This is scratched out, apparently the scholar had written every word including when Orathy got uppity about how he talks not being truthfully written as he speaks*
Back to the point of this. It made me want to have written down and recorded properly by a scholar, of the folk in my life that aren't just a footnote in someone else's story. They be making mine a little less shit crusted and muddy. And it be my truth and my words.
Lot of you may not know, but I be married. Aye, I didn't give River the proper wedding he wanted, but the lad, is my husband. Aye, River, you might have grabbed me by the ear to lead me down such a path as marriage, but it be the best damn thing that's come about. From the day I saw you in the Whisper House, I was keen on ya. Usually I be keen for a few days, that's all, as there aren't many who would want to commit to me as you have. I usually chase them away. But I couldn't chase you away. Everytime I tried, you clung to me all the harder. I tried really hard, beat you a few times myself, and you wouldn't leave. Aye, I may treat you not so good as you deserve, but you did something to me, aye, make me feel things I haven't thought would be possible since the day I met Furen... Your presence makes me work harder for a future for us, your smile makes this old heart beat quicker, I would die to defend you, and I yearn to make you happy everyday.
** There's some evidence from the ink of a fight for the quill, then written in the scholar's voice:
"I, scholar Dertam, officially state that the romantic words written above about River Culler were instead lewd and spoken in words from Orathy Culler in which I couldn't decipher. I have done my best to transcribe the emotion that came with the words, to much disdain of the author. He has however, allowed me to continue the interpretation."
**
Torian, brother, we made it through the worst of times and look at us now, still going and making shit better. But you can't deny you miss my sweat and funk when we be street rats. You miss when we had to cuddle together for warmth. *The scholar indications the Culler man was laughing hard to give indication to the jesting tone* You're always there to back me up, always providing me a direction, even when it were stupid. I thought this venture was stupid, but I guess we'll see. Who would have thought we would see us go legit eh? World's changing, so they say. This change, it's something that makes me wanna break your neck and hug you at the same time. I am not sure which, but you know before Furen, I wanted to sail, but it sure as shit doesn't seem so fun no more, not with glass sharks and big old man eating squid out there. At least I know where I be standing, at your right side. Your left needs work. I think the curvy hip of a certain red head might just be the way to do that. You know how to handle a red head right? I could always show you. We ought to go throw a few dice at the casino, I can tell ya all about it then. Treat her right though, else I will stuff your head up a goat's arse. Red, I got your back, you tell me if he doesn't do things proper like.
Acacia, Raja, Mae, Calandra. The strongest Culler women I know. I be damn proud. Damn proud. Oh there be a lot to say about each one, but you ain't need no old fella talking about you to know your story is greater than his. Where would I be with out you gals? Strong women, the lot. You all need to give Torian a harder time about things. I can only hit him so many times to make sure he ain't soft. You gals have a lot left to do, so why are you reading this journal? Go on.
As for other folks, hmm. Let me think.
There was Lyiana and Saedrus.... *the scholar makes a note that the Culler merely looks distant for a while and doesn't comment further, shaking his head and indicating to press on.*
There's been a lot of folk that have helped me in some ways. Lot that I can't name off, but a lot who deserve to be. Then there be people like Josephine who help a feller when he be down the lowest he's been, cheerin him on to get equipped to fight a big righteous bastard. Or Mustache, aye, Mustache, seems like the last years haven't been good enough to allow me to tweak your mustache very much, but we made some in roads with things. Then there be a woman I ain't ever met, till after she stopped a bastard for me and kept my life, rather than his. I owe ya one. That debt has not yet been repaid. Even the Iron Goats like Sparte, made a bit of a lasting impression. Then there's kids like Ras, Eli, Aviana, and Brady, looking for ways to live and minding an old fella like me.
Shit, when you really get to think about all them in your life, there's so many. Like, my Empress. I know you told me not to address you so, but I want to kiss your feet a hundred ways. When are you coming by for drinks? I acquired some interesting booze, I think you'd like it. We need to celebrate. I have a new weapon, sharp as it is dark, you'd like it.
Ah, you know, for Silks, there's been quite a few that be making an impact. Duarte, Tessa, Estaban, Herald, Abbas, Jaenelle, Juliana, Sebastian, Belladonna, Reese, Arianna, Alessandro, Apollis, Lore... I reckon the list goes on, more pretty faces wrapped in silk, more than I care to remember, more that don't deserve my memories. Lot of them warmed me for a time, kept me going. I didn't think I could survive long enough standing in the presence of a Silk and not want to gut them, but these ones, they're alright. My neck would have been in a noose if it weren't for some of them. They still be SILK though. Did you know scholar, that I once met with the King's Own Commander, I even met the King, talked with Archlectors 'n shit... who'd have thought that would be something in my life?
The point is, I am not all about complaining. Aye, I see the shit in a lot of shitheads, but I recognize the folk that walk long side me in ways that I suppose are good. Maybe bad. Depends on how you look at the world. And aye, sometimes the world is shit. Sometimes it be silver. Most of the folk I wrote about, be silver, like how they say there be a silver lining in things, and still sometimes they be shit. That's the way of it. Can't have the silver without the shit.
Where was I going with this?
Fuck if I know. I forget. Oy, scholar, that's good--- *and the writing stops with the proper notes that indicate the journal was properly recorded to the truest extent of dictation*
I don't see why people want to travel, especially when there are dead things that like ankle biting or giant thinks that like swallowing people whole out there. All the same, it made me think. It made me want to jot down a few things. As much as I groan about the conditions of the Lowers, with recent business picking up a tick, us Culler's getting a legitimate business going, life hasn't been all shit. The Lowers is my home and we aren't going to let the future generations grow up in the same muck we did. We be providing jobs to those who grow up in the Lowers, as no doubt, we be hiring from our people first and foremost. No one should be thinking we be getting soft, aye, no, we just be providing for our own, as we always do. We also aren't going to forget where we came from. There be enough of the Silk charity and hand outs. If a man has to survive for a lifetime in this city, give him the skills to do so, as we will be doing with our ventures for folk who want to learn.
Write what I say not this shit. What is this shit... *This is scratched out, apparently the scholar had written every word including when Orathy got uppity about how he talks not being truthfully written as he speaks*
Back to the point of this. It made me want to have written down and recorded properly by a scholar, of the folk in my life that aren't just a footnote in someone else's story. They be making mine a little less shit crusted and muddy. And it be my truth and my words.
Lot of you may not know, but I be married. Aye, I didn't give River the proper wedding he wanted, but the lad, is my husband. Aye, River, you might have grabbed me by the ear to lead me down such a path as marriage, but it be the best damn thing that's come about. From the day I saw you in the Whisper House, I was keen on ya. Usually I be keen for a few days, that's all, as there aren't many who would want to commit to me as you have. I usually chase them away. But I couldn't chase you away. Everytime I tried, you clung to me all the harder. I tried really hard, beat you a few times myself, and you wouldn't leave. Aye, I may treat you not so good as you deserve, but you did something to me, aye, make me feel things I haven't thought would be possible since the day I met Furen... Your presence makes me work harder for a future for us, your smile makes this old heart beat quicker, I would die to defend you, and I yearn to make you happy everyday.
** There's some evidence from the ink of a fight for the quill, then written in the scholar's voice:
"I, scholar Dertam, officially state that the romantic words written above about River Culler were instead lewd and spoken in words from Orathy Culler in which I couldn't decipher. I have done my best to transcribe the emotion that came with the words, to much disdain of the author. He has however, allowed me to continue the interpretation."
**
Torian, brother, we made it through the worst of times and look at us now, still going and making shit better. But you can't deny you miss my sweat and funk when we be street rats. You miss when we had to cuddle together for warmth. *The scholar indications the Culler man was laughing hard to give indication to the jesting tone* You're always there to back me up, always providing me a direction, even when it were stupid. I thought this venture was stupid, but I guess we'll see. Who would have thought we would see us go legit eh? World's changing, so they say. This change, it's something that makes me wanna break your neck and hug you at the same time. I am not sure which, but you know before Furen, I wanted to sail, but it sure as shit doesn't seem so fun no more, not with glass sharks and big old man eating squid out there. At least I know where I be standing, at your right side. Your left needs work. I think the curvy hip of a certain red head might just be the way to do that. You know how to handle a red head right? I could always show you. We ought to go throw a few dice at the casino, I can tell ya all about it then. Treat her right though, else I will stuff your head up a goat's arse. Red, I got your back, you tell me if he doesn't do things proper like.
Acacia, Raja, Mae, Calandra. The strongest Culler women I know. I be damn proud. Damn proud. Oh there be a lot to say about each one, but you ain't need no old fella talking about you to know your story is greater than his. Where would I be with out you gals? Strong women, the lot. You all need to give Torian a harder time about things. I can only hit him so many times to make sure he ain't soft. You gals have a lot left to do, so why are you reading this journal? Go on.
As for other folks, hmm. Let me think.
There was Lyiana and Saedrus.... *the scholar makes a note that the Culler merely looks distant for a while and doesn't comment further, shaking his head and indicating to press on.*
There's been a lot of folk that have helped me in some ways. Lot that I can't name off, but a lot who deserve to be. Then there be people like Josephine who help a feller when he be down the lowest he's been, cheerin him on to get equipped to fight a big righteous bastard. Or Mustache, aye, Mustache, seems like the last years haven't been good enough to allow me to tweak your mustache very much, but we made some in roads with things. Then there be a woman I ain't ever met, till after she stopped a bastard for me and kept my life, rather than his. I owe ya one. That debt has not yet been repaid. Even the Iron Goats like Sparte, made a bit of a lasting impression. Then there's kids like Ras, Eli, Aviana, and Brady, looking for ways to live and minding an old fella like me.
Shit, when you really get to think about all them in your life, there's so many. Like, my Empress. I know you told me not to address you so, but I want to kiss your feet a hundred ways. When are you coming by for drinks? I acquired some interesting booze, I think you'd like it. We need to celebrate. I have a new weapon, sharp as it is dark, you'd like it.
Ah, you know, for Silks, there's been quite a few that be making an impact. Duarte, Tessa, Estaban, Herald, Abbas, Jaenelle, Juliana, Sebastian, Belladonna, Reese, Arianna, Alessandro, Apollis, Lore... I reckon the list goes on, more pretty faces wrapped in silk, more than I care to remember, more that don't deserve my memories. Lot of them warmed me for a time, kept me going. I didn't think I could survive long enough standing in the presence of a Silk and not want to gut them, but these ones, they're alright. My neck would have been in a noose if it weren't for some of them. They still be SILK though. Did you know scholar, that I once met with the King's Own Commander, I even met the King, talked with Archlectors 'n shit... who'd have thought that would be something in my life?
The point is, I am not all about complaining. Aye, I see the shit in a lot of shitheads, but I recognize the folk that walk long side me in ways that I suppose are good. Maybe bad. Depends on how you look at the world. And aye, sometimes the world is shit. Sometimes it be silver. Most of the folk I wrote about, be silver, like how they say there be a silver lining in things, and still sometimes they be shit. That's the way of it. Can't have the silver without the shit.
Where was I going with this?
Fuck if I know. I forget. Oy, scholar, that's good--- *and the writing stops with the proper notes that indicate the journal was properly recorded to the truest extent of dictation*
Written By Orathy
Dec. 8, 2019, 3:16 a.m.(5/3/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Hamish
Reckon folk would miss me too much. I say what others be thinkin, that they be too 'fraid to say or write.
The world needs a feller like me.
The world needs a feller like me.
Written By Orathy
Dec. 8, 2019, 2:35 a.m.(5/3/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Sina
Ya clarified that well. Reckon so. I thank ya.
Fable 'n lies ain't meant fer these pages.
Reckon not.
Fable 'n lies ain't meant fer these pages.
Reckon not.
Written By Orathy
Dec. 5, 2019, 5:10 p.m.(4/27/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Elisha
Folk... say they can't understand me half the time. And shit, half the time what you said to me were shit I ain't even beginning to fathom, still it be amusin. Reckon we formed some sort of odd way about us, you not understanding me, me not understandin you, but both a bit curious about the other. I reckon as a person, you were Beautiful. I usually ain't taken by fancy words but it be the way you spun 'em that caught my attention. It made me interested in the subjects you were talkin bout. For a second I reckon I might have been interested in religious trite. Something bout you Elisha, made ya stand hands above the others.
I reckon yer storytelling, Elisha, were getting popular, aye, cause ya WERE FUCKIN GOOD AT IT!! Confused me half the time but ya got me thinking 'n ya kept me coming back to hear more of yer cock-eyed poems. I ain't even like poems. Shit.
What they did to you kid, it ain't right. Reckon I feel right ashamed I ain't able to help ya out of the muck when you were mired in it.
These bloody journals were supposed ta be fer writing our thoughts 'n feelings and putting down our dreams into them 'n shit. Recording who we be as people...
Now I be guessin there be rules to all that. I ain't sure I get it.
Writing up false stories is grounds fer being escorted out of the Compact and losin home and kin?
Yanno Elisha, ya did the common people service. We know we ain't free to write what we want in these things no more.
I reckon yer storytelling, Elisha, were getting popular, aye, cause ya WERE FUCKIN GOOD AT IT!! Confused me half the time but ya got me thinking 'n ya kept me coming back to hear more of yer cock-eyed poems. I ain't even like poems. Shit.
What they did to you kid, it ain't right. Reckon I feel right ashamed I ain't able to help ya out of the muck when you were mired in it.
These bloody journals were supposed ta be fer writing our thoughts 'n feelings and putting down our dreams into them 'n shit. Recording who we be as people...
Now I be guessin there be rules to all that. I ain't sure I get it.
Writing up false stories is grounds fer being escorted out of the Compact and losin home and kin?
Yanno Elisha, ya did the common people service. We know we ain't free to write what we want in these things no more.
Written By Orathy
Nov. 13, 2019, 10:40 a.m.(3/10/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Felix
Reckon I ain't ever seen better work than what he got to offer. Aye, this ax sparkles. Reckon I recommend him fer yer weapon needs. Aye.
Written By Orathy
Oct. 29, 2019, 4:50 p.m.(2/8/1012 AR)
Sees that? The inquisition kill their own people when puttin 'em to the question... Guardsmen aye, doin shit work, but aye, guardsmen all the same 'n they get killed durin the questionin! What do that mean fer the rest of us? Nothin good, reckon not. Been sayin fer too long, that Inquisition be corrupt! Them all about hidin truths 'n killin people who ain't telling the RIGHT sorta truths. AYE..
Shit, the Lowers folk gotta really start workin together ta keep that shit out of our streets. We BUILT 'em and we gotta build 'em again every so often when the storms take 'em, but they be OURS. Ain't no god damn KING buildin US cobblestone roads and stone houses that actually be keepin ground when the weather kick up, do they?
Aye, this is a call. Time to strengthen ourselves against this abuse over the people 'n their corruption. Iffin they kill guards they be questionin, jist think what they outta be doin to yer families?
Shit, the Lowers folk gotta really start workin together ta keep that shit out of our streets. We BUILT 'em and we gotta build 'em again every so often when the storms take 'em, but they be OURS. Ain't no god damn KING buildin US cobblestone roads and stone houses that actually be keepin ground when the weather kick up, do they?
Aye, this is a call. Time to strengthen ourselves against this abuse over the people 'n their corruption. Iffin they kill guards they be questionin, jist think what they outta be doin to yer families?
Written By Orathy
Aug. 9, 2019, 11:50 a.m.(8/14/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Tyrus
Ya were born with a silver spoon up yer arse, prince. Sometimes them of us who ain't gotta rich noble family to bathe us in finery 'n food, gotta take it when we ain't gotta way to make it. Not all pirates be the same, some simply be lads that ain't had a choice, shoved into the life it by one ruthless leader or the next, less they be cut down fer sayin no. Some aye, be choosin it, but some be seein it as a quick way to a full belly 'n some silver fer their trouble.
Aye, the next time when ya cuttin down a lad of eighteen springs 'n callin it duty 'n givin no thought to why they be there, remember, you ain't no better fer this world than me, mate.
Aye, the next time when ya cuttin down a lad of eighteen springs 'n callin it duty 'n givin no thought to why they be there, remember, you ain't no better fer this world than me, mate.
Written By Orathy
Aug. 1, 2019, 6:03 p.m.(7/26/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Ras
Gotta buy this lad a beer sometime. Aye.
Written By Orathy
Aug. 1, 2019, 6 p.m.(7/26/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Alban
The law be perverted long time ago Lordlin... ya ain't got to be so shocked over it none.
Written By Orathy
May 9, 2019, 11:10 p.m.(1/26/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Aleksei
reckon that do be soundin like envy there aye...
seems to me it be a smart thing to be doin to be making sure ya can even the playin field with yer opponent before ya fight. I do be knowing beforehand that Jeffeth be havin alarcite armor 'n he damn well use it 'n get the chance to use it. Course, I do be settin the terms to use any armor ya got, because what be the fuckin point of buyin that shit iffin ya can't use it or fighting, iffin ya can't fight someone at their best?
Aye, he beat me. Sound. I ain't be sorry fer what I did nor that people, aye, real people, be supportin me too by helpin me in ways that aye, I ain't think you got.
Pity that, aye. Pity.
seems to me it be a smart thing to be doin to be making sure ya can even the playin field with yer opponent before ya fight. I do be knowing beforehand that Jeffeth be havin alarcite armor 'n he damn well use it 'n get the chance to use it. Course, I do be settin the terms to use any armor ya got, because what be the fuckin point of buyin that shit iffin ya can't use it or fighting, iffin ya can't fight someone at their best?
Aye, he beat me. Sound. I ain't be sorry fer what I did nor that people, aye, real people, be supportin me too by helpin me in ways that aye, I ain't think you got.
Pity that, aye. Pity.
Written By Orathy
May 9, 2019, 11:06 p.m.(1/26/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Solange
Solange Whisper,
Reckon our argument be starting when yer offering charity to anyone who be askin fer it. You be denyin me based on grounds that you ain't supportin those who do be seemin criminal 'n I reckon I do be going off on ya bout that 'n then ya do be callin my family all criminals too. Aye, reckon I do be apologizing fer going after ya 'n sending ya words that do be makin ya feel as ya be doin. I ain't liking to look in the mirror so much 'n I reckon I will be spending time to be doin that much 'n reflectin on what be happenin 'n where I made mistakes. Aye. I ain't got much time left, I do be knowing that. This place belong to much younger people 'n to those who ain't got such a reputation as I be doing. You be havin every right to be sayin what ya did say bout me 'n I supposin me losin, proves as much. I do be hoping you be acceptin me apologies. I ain't doin it on the field because I be too damn dumb, 'n worried bout my family 'n disappoint 'em. Shit, you be pickin the right man to be standin fer ya. He got blessins from the Gloria, aye aye. As it be, I be leavin ya alone now Whisper.
Orathy Culler
OOC: I accept consequences of not posing in the apology during the duel. MY REAL DUMB happens.
Reckon our argument be starting when yer offering charity to anyone who be askin fer it. You be denyin me based on grounds that you ain't supportin those who do be seemin criminal 'n I reckon I do be going off on ya bout that 'n then ya do be callin my family all criminals too. Aye, reckon I do be apologizing fer going after ya 'n sending ya words that do be makin ya feel as ya be doin. I ain't liking to look in the mirror so much 'n I reckon I will be spending time to be doin that much 'n reflectin on what be happenin 'n where I made mistakes. Aye. I ain't got much time left, I do be knowing that. This place belong to much younger people 'n to those who ain't got such a reputation as I be doing. You be havin every right to be sayin what ya did say bout me 'n I supposin me losin, proves as much. I do be hoping you be acceptin me apologies. I ain't doin it on the field because I be too damn dumb, 'n worried bout my family 'n disappoint 'em. Shit, you be pickin the right man to be standin fer ya. He got blessins from the Gloria, aye aye. As it be, I be leavin ya alone now Whisper.
Orathy Culler
OOC: I accept consequences of not posing in the apology during the duel. MY REAL DUMB happens.
Written By Orathy
May 8, 2019, 3:54 p.m.(1/24/1011 AR)
Amendin my will. Shit.
Item:
* a steel gray double breasted vest with thick horizontal bands beneath the asymmetrical lapel, designed by Aurora ... NOW to go ta Lore Artiglio ....
I be a bad pa, reckon so.
Item:
* a steel gray double breasted vest with thick horizontal bands beneath the asymmetrical lapel, designed by Aurora ... NOW to go ta Lore Artiglio ....
I be a bad pa, reckon so.
Written By Orathy
May 8, 2019, 3:39 p.m.(1/24/1011 AR)
I ain't gunna let anyone fight my fights.
Written By Orathy
May 8, 2019, 3:35 p.m.(1/24/1011 AR)
Ain't knowin there be rules to writin in journals. Gods be damned, iffin ya ain't likin what I write, ya ain't gotta read it you fucks. Shit. As fer me will, I ain't wantin people to steal my shit 'n gods know there be one group who be likin to steal weapons, aye? Shit, Turtle just be remindin me I ain't got one. I got gray in me beard. I got valuable shit now 'n it outta be returned to family, iffin somethin were to happen to me, aye? As I be sayin, people die in weird places 'n I fuckin know how hard some folk hits with them weapons 'n when ya ain't holding back, the arch of a blade in the right place can split one's neck open, 'n that all it be takin, a well aimed accidental blow. No doubt.
Written By Orathy
May 6, 2019, 3:01 p.m.(1/20/1011 AR)
Bout time I get to be fightin. Jeffeth do be usin his connections to be learnin as he do, 'n aye, I ain't denyin I be lookin forward to testin 'em again now that he be formally trained 'n the like.
Best thin' bout this is that I be choosin to be fightin 'n I ain't ever gunna let someone else be fightin me battles fer me.
It ain't how it is on the street.
How we be born ain't a thing we get to be choosin, either, but aye, we can be choosin how we go out 'n I ain't ever thinkin I be dyin in some fancy panted champion duel thing aye, but stranger things do be happenin. People die in weird places all the time, aye.
It be gettin me thinking a wee bit. I ain't had the chance to choose not to eat rats 'n lizards 'n dogs 'n cats 'n the shit that walks on four legs in the Lowers...Aye, this why I ain't like yer fancy animals who be livin better than most the kids in the Lowers... Aye... I had to be doin what I be doin, because where I be born 'n them folk that brought me into the world died when I be a lad 'n ain't left nothin fer me. I fought fer all I did be havin 'n every scrap of food, every day, till the Cullers found me, then we fought together fer more 'n fer protectin 'em who can't protect 'emselves. Aye, life ain't always been easy but I be workin fer all I had. It ain't easy to stomach dem entitled wenches who ain't ever starved a day in there lives, lookin at me 'n thinking I be some lowly swag 'n a scumbag. Ya ain't ever lived as I did. I do be givin to me fellow commoners 'n I be fightin fer em, I be fightin fer every commoner who ever be labelled a damn criminal just because we be dirty 'n missin teeth.
Ain't most of them rich folk who live beyond the Lowers able to understand what it take to live on nothin 'n live only because ya gotta live, n' live because ya ain't want anythin or anyone else to feast on ya. Ain't most of 'em know what hunger does, what despair does, what bein' forgotten does... to a person. Aye. Iffin I be a monster, it ain't because of me, it be from the ways dem rich 'n titled folk keep the rest of us down.
Ahh shit. One day kids, yer gunna understand what Uncle Orathy be talkin bout. One day.
Best thin' bout this is that I be choosin to be fightin 'n I ain't ever gunna let someone else be fightin me battles fer me.
It ain't how it is on the street.
How we be born ain't a thing we get to be choosin, either, but aye, we can be choosin how we go out 'n I ain't ever thinkin I be dyin in some fancy panted champion duel thing aye, but stranger things do be happenin. People die in weird places all the time, aye.
It be gettin me thinking a wee bit. I ain't had the chance to choose not to eat rats 'n lizards 'n dogs 'n cats 'n the shit that walks on four legs in the Lowers...Aye, this why I ain't like yer fancy animals who be livin better than most the kids in the Lowers... Aye... I had to be doin what I be doin, because where I be born 'n them folk that brought me into the world died when I be a lad 'n ain't left nothin fer me. I fought fer all I did be havin 'n every scrap of food, every day, till the Cullers found me, then we fought together fer more 'n fer protectin 'em who can't protect 'emselves. Aye, life ain't always been easy but I be workin fer all I had. It ain't easy to stomach dem entitled wenches who ain't ever starved a day in there lives, lookin at me 'n thinking I be some lowly swag 'n a scumbag. Ya ain't ever lived as I did. I do be givin to me fellow commoners 'n I be fightin fer em, I be fightin fer every commoner who ever be labelled a damn criminal just because we be dirty 'n missin teeth.
Ain't most of them rich folk who live beyond the Lowers able to understand what it take to live on nothin 'n live only because ya gotta live, n' live because ya ain't want anythin or anyone else to feast on ya. Ain't most of 'em know what hunger does, what despair does, what bein' forgotten does... to a person. Aye. Iffin I be a monster, it ain't because of me, it be from the ways dem rich 'n titled folk keep the rest of us down.
Ahh shit. One day kids, yer gunna understand what Uncle Orathy be talkin bout. One day.
Written By Orathy
May 6, 2019, 2:25 p.m.(1/20/1011 AR)
Reckon Turtle be sayin to me that I outta list my shit 'ere in case that White Knight holier than thou Solace bloke decides to kill me on the field, reckon iffin that were to happen, it would be marked as an accident ... no doubt.
MY GODS BE DAMNED WILL IFFIN I BE DYIN:
My weapons presently held ransom by the Inquisition.. .Reckon they all outta be returned to the Culler family. There be a diamondplate axe, a few Culler knives 'n which were passed down to me, 'n some blades that Calandra gifted me. All be held ransom by the inquisitors 'n they outta be returned iffin I die. shit.
Clothes/Shit on my body:
* a steel gray double breasted vest with thick horizontal bands beneath the asymmetrical lapel, designed by Aurora, outta go to River Culler.
* skull engraved inky black boots, outta go to Torian Culler
* Steely Charcoal Silk Pants, designed by Juliana Pravus, outta go back to her, guess she's Lady Igniseri now.
* a gold-striated red copper ring, outta go to River Culler
* a midnight black skull hood, designed by Petal, outta go to Acacia Culler
* a double belt of grey leather with forest green interlocking circles and the items in it, designed by Alarie, outta go to River Culler
* all exotic leather armor outta go to Raja Culler or be held by the Culler family for who be needin it.
* fancy gloves to be made, outta go to uh.. Duarte. He outta appreciate 'em.
I be wearin a a whimsical blue wildflower fer the fight. It be borrowed 'n outta go back to Petal.
Aye fer my weapons
* Steel Bramble, my knife, outta be left with me, however ya do with my body, bury or burn, I ain't carin but this outta be with me. Aye.
* Wrath, Rubicund blade by Ida. It outta be given to the next enforcer or sword of Culler, dem who wanna defend our family gotta fight with a good weapon 'n this one be it. I give it to the Culler family to be makin that decision aye.
* a brutal battle axe with a wicked crescent blade, given to me by Jaenelle, outta be given back to her.
* Starfury, Lacewing, 'n the Grimhall broadsword ... shit, auction it off. River can be decidin what to do fer it.
All the booze I got... have a fuckin party 'n drink it all up. Torian, River, Acacia.. I be expectin a grand old party 'n everyone to be gettin drunk.
Everythin else that I ain't list, River can piece out to anyone who be inquirin for somethin or needin shit. I got too many clothes 'n random shit I picked up over the years 'n I ain't got time to list it all. It ain't matter but me gear 'n me weapons.
Ain't anyone ever read my black journals either.
*signed*
Orathy 'Rath' Culler
MY GODS BE DAMNED WILL IFFIN I BE DYIN:
My weapons presently held ransom by the Inquisition.. .Reckon they all outta be returned to the Culler family. There be a diamondplate axe, a few Culler knives 'n which were passed down to me, 'n some blades that Calandra gifted me. All be held ransom by the inquisitors 'n they outta be returned iffin I die. shit.
Clothes/Shit on my body:
* a steel gray double breasted vest with thick horizontal bands beneath the asymmetrical lapel, designed by Aurora, outta go to River Culler.
* skull engraved inky black boots, outta go to Torian Culler
* Steely Charcoal Silk Pants, designed by Juliana Pravus, outta go back to her, guess she's Lady Igniseri now.
* a gold-striated red copper ring, outta go to River Culler
* a midnight black skull hood, designed by Petal, outta go to Acacia Culler
* a double belt of grey leather with forest green interlocking circles and the items in it, designed by Alarie, outta go to River Culler
* all exotic leather armor outta go to Raja Culler or be held by the Culler family for who be needin it.
* fancy gloves to be made, outta go to uh.. Duarte. He outta appreciate 'em.
I be wearin a a whimsical blue wildflower fer the fight. It be borrowed 'n outta go back to Petal.
Aye fer my weapons
* Steel Bramble, my knife, outta be left with me, however ya do with my body, bury or burn, I ain't carin but this outta be with me. Aye.
* Wrath, Rubicund blade by Ida. It outta be given to the next enforcer or sword of Culler, dem who wanna defend our family gotta fight with a good weapon 'n this one be it. I give it to the Culler family to be makin that decision aye.
* a brutal battle axe with a wicked crescent blade, given to me by Jaenelle, outta be given back to her.
* Starfury, Lacewing, 'n the Grimhall broadsword ... shit, auction it off. River can be decidin what to do fer it.
All the booze I got... have a fuckin party 'n drink it all up. Torian, River, Acacia.. I be expectin a grand old party 'n everyone to be gettin drunk.
Everythin else that I ain't list, River can piece out to anyone who be inquirin for somethin or needin shit. I got too many clothes 'n random shit I picked up over the years 'n I ain't got time to list it all. It ain't matter but me gear 'n me weapons.
Ain't anyone ever read my black journals either.
*signed*
Orathy 'Rath' Culler
Written By Orathy
April 5, 2019, 10:26 a.m.(11/13/1010 AR)
Some weird shit goin on... people talkin bout rituals 'n shit. Eh, I ain't all into that new shit that all the kids be doin, maybe it be like some sort of drug I ain't aware of. Aye... sure wish fer the old days back, things be simpler then.
Written By Orathy
March 29, 2019, 10:56 a.m.(10/27/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Josephine
Yanno, I had Turtle read ta me all yer journal entries while we be crunchin on these little snack things, guess they were hard corn popped over the kettle fire. We be havin a good laugh.
Aye, reckon it be said well. Yer one of the best out there for what ya do.
Aye, reckon it be said well. Yer one of the best out there for what ya do.
Written By Orathy
March 28, 2019, 5:53 p.m.(10/26/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Reese
Any person who be keepin ya from competin in a melee be scared of their own fuckin failures.
Aye, never be lettin a stupid cowardly git keep ya from doin what ya do best.
Shit, I got me arse handed to me by this Pinkie Princess 'n I reckon if I were noble I be quite fuckin proud to face 'er again 'n even be defeated again. Be proud now ta see if I be improvin any.
SHIT Pinkie. Reckon we deal with whiners like this in the Lowers in a different way than you had ta.
Aye, never be lettin a stupid cowardly git keep ya from doin what ya do best.
Shit, I got me arse handed to me by this Pinkie Princess 'n I reckon if I were noble I be quite fuckin proud to face 'er again 'n even be defeated again. Be proud now ta see if I be improvin any.
SHIT Pinkie. Reckon we deal with whiners like this in the Lowers in a different way than you had ta.
Written By Orathy
March 28, 2019, 5:47 p.m.(10/26/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Solange
Aye, what crime do I be doin to be earnin the distinction, eh? Bein born in the shadow and shit of the nobility?
uess we all be bloody criminals that be living in the Lowers. Glad the way ya upper fancies think of us finally be comin out loud 'n clear.
Anyone born poor be a criminal. Aye. Loud 'n clear.
uess we all be bloody criminals that be living in the Lowers. Glad the way ya upper fancies think of us finally be comin out loud 'n clear.
Anyone born poor be a criminal. Aye. Loud 'n clear.
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