Written By Remi
May 22, 2017, 7:04 p.m.(7/6/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Ariel
Do not count your birthday forgotten and without celebration just yet.. Oh no.
Written By Remi
April 11, 2017, 11:33 p.m.(4/5/1006 AR)
There has been some success in finding others to take in the orphans created by the siege. I know all to well from being on the other side of such affairs that more are sure to be made and need shelter and guidance in the days and months to come and beyond. The war with the gyre will only create more, though those will need other solutions out there in the isles.
Written By Remi
April 7, 2017, 5:43 p.m.(3/24/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Luis
The man is a self admitted stowaway, Claims it was in search of adventure and yet has the silver for drink. A rather amusing thing you ask me, It should be interesting to see what path he finds in the city.
Written By Remi
April 7, 2017, 4:17 p.m.(3/24/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Octavia
Ah yes, the judge. Not sure what to make of this one yet. Though she seemed to take my request at lunch in stride despite leaving rather quickly after finding out who such a request was for. I wonder if she shall prove helpful or be like others, nothing more than another obstacle to overcome.
Written By Remi
April 7, 2017, 4:09 p.m.(3/24/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Ariel
The Darkwater woman seems to be compassionate and determined. Compassionate in the fact she wants to improve the quality of life for those she finds within the city and wishes to do what she can to improve morale and determined in finding a path to such. It should be interesting to see what the future holds for her and what the city might do to change her.. Or what she might do to change the city.
Written By Remi
April 2, 2017, 6:24 p.m.(3/14/1006 AR)
It would seem my efforts to use the outlaws, rogues and pirates seemed to help. Not that I had my doubts, I know others wouldn't hear me on my thoughts.. But perhaps showing them spoke louder than words ever will. The fight though is far from over, More enemies lay in wait just beyond the horizon. Fucking bastards are gonna bleed, The seas made to flow red once more.
Written By Remi
April 2, 2017, 6:22 p.m.(3/14/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Valencia
The Vixen, A wildflower in her own right. Born of the south, Held to the north. A rare beauty even in a place such as this... Even compared to those Eurusi beauties. Always challenging, Always pushing and hoping for more. Makes me wonder what is on the horizon for her..
Written By Remi
Feb. 13, 2017, 1:05 p.m.(12/2/1005 AR)
I survived my first night back in the city, Unfortunately though it seems my hope for a few more days of being dead have been fucked. So much for enjoying the city for a few days without the worries of family and dealing with the harsh realities that come with it.. 8 years was long enough to be dead though.
Most didn't even realize who I was, which was good. Though Victus the clever bastard that he is did. I should have known better than to have gotten through the evening free of anyone finding out I returned. But we had a good talk, and should be having another more serious one soon.
Beyond that the evening was one of much drink, a bit of smoke and a touch of the hunt.. Oh that delicious and lovely hunt. But that is for another time another writing.
Most didn't even realize who I was, which was good. Though Victus the clever bastard that he is did. I should have known better than to have gotten through the evening free of anyone finding out I returned. But we had a good talk, and should be having another more serious one soon.
Beyond that the evening was one of much drink, a bit of smoke and a touch of the hunt.. Oh that delicious and lovely hunt. But that is for another time another writing.
Written By Remi
Feb. 12, 2017, 12:52 p.m.(11/28/1005 AR)
The time has come for me to return to the halls of my family, To return to life in the light once more rather than the shadows I have grown so fond of. Will I weather the coming storm or shall I be consumed by it once more? Will there be bloodshed awaiting my return or the open arms of family, as open as one can expect them to be after such a time and the subterfuge of hiding my hold on this life secret from them after my wreck.
Already I can smell the stench of the city and it isn't yet in sight fully, That dreadful scent of filth and misery that fills some of those city streets. Perhaps though this time it will be different, Maybe it is me holding to the thoughts and feelings of the past. What lays behind me also my future, but what lays ahead holds much uncertainty.. this is a new game, a new path. A new balance sought.
Already I can smell the stench of the city and it isn't yet in sight fully, That dreadful scent of filth and misery that fills some of those city streets. Perhaps though this time it will be different, Maybe it is me holding to the thoughts and feelings of the past. What lays behind me also my future, but what lays ahead holds much uncertainty.. this is a new game, a new path. A new balance sought.
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