Written By Victus
Jan. 31, 2024, 3:58 p.m.(8/27/1021 AR)
Here we stand, at the end of the world.
My name is Victus Thrax. My love is Alarissa Thrax. My children are Astrid, Danse, Siggy, Delia and Eleyna.
I am not a hero. I just did what I could.
My name is Victus Thrax. My love is Alarissa Thrax. My children are Astrid, Danse, Siggy, Delia and Eleyna.
I am not a hero. I just did what I could.
Written By Victus
Jan. 26, 2024, 3:28 p.m.(8/17/1021 AR)
There's no reason to hold back when there's no guarantee that tomorrow will come. Everything that's been done, every bit of history ever recorded; none of it matters if we don't get this right.
We go all in.
We go all in.
Written By Victus
Jan. 15, 2024, 3:51 p.m.(7/23/1021 AR)
Relationship Note on Donrai
Fuck you.
Written By Victus
Jan. 15, 2024, 3:51 p.m.(7/23/1021 AR)
Relationship Note on Dagon
You are my regret. I hope, in another life, I can make it up to you.
Written By Victus
Jan. 15, 2024, 3:50 p.m.(7/23/1021 AR)
Relationship Note on Denica
You've always kept smiling. I don't know how you've done it, but I appreciate it. I always have.
Written By Victus
Jan. 15, 2024, 3:46 p.m.(7/23/1021 AR)
Relationship Note on Alarissa
My single, selfish want in marriage beyond strengthening our house, was to find someone tolerable. Against the odds of our world, I even found someone to love.
Written By Victus
Jan. 15, 2024, 3:44 p.m.(7/23/1021 AR)
Relationship Note on Leona
My cousin once told me, years ago during the Gyre's war, that Maelstrom was not its walls. It was its people. A sentiment I see echoed often now.
Back then, I disagreed. I saw the monuments and history written into the stone as more important than life itself. Held close to my pride in the fact that Maelstrom is one of the few strongholds in the Compact to never fall in war.
Well. I'm older now. A few tens of thousands have died. I look at those walls now and I wonder what it's all for, if but a monument built on top of dead bodies that'll never get to walk their ramparts.
Still. It's home.
I walked the length of the Graveyard of Swords. I stood before the great Colossus of Mangata. Things that I have been fortunate enough to put into motion and see completed in my lifetime. Perhaps something will be left of it, when all is said and done. If not for us, then for the ones who come after to see. To grieve. To remember. To theorize once we've been long forgotten. Just momentos that tell them we were here once.
Do not cry for what will be lost. Tears in our wake, never at our wake.
If they remember me as someone who did their job "adequately", I think I'll be happy. I still miss you, Leona. Silver. Whatever you call yourself now. You'll always be a Thrax to me.
Back then, I disagreed. I saw the monuments and history written into the stone as more important than life itself. Held close to my pride in the fact that Maelstrom is one of the few strongholds in the Compact to never fall in war.
Well. I'm older now. A few tens of thousands have died. I look at those walls now and I wonder what it's all for, if but a monument built on top of dead bodies that'll never get to walk their ramparts.
Still. It's home.
I walked the length of the Graveyard of Swords. I stood before the great Colossus of Mangata. Things that I have been fortunate enough to put into motion and see completed in my lifetime. Perhaps something will be left of it, when all is said and done. If not for us, then for the ones who come after to see. To grieve. To remember. To theorize once we've been long forgotten. Just momentos that tell them we were here once.
Do not cry for what will be lost. Tears in our wake, never at our wake.
If they remember me as someone who did their job "adequately", I think I'll be happy. I still miss you, Leona. Silver. Whatever you call yourself now. You'll always be a Thrax to me.
Written By Victus
Feb. 28, 2023, 5:11 p.m.(5/12/1019 AR)
Storms aren't uncommon in the Mourning Sea, nor on the Isles themselves. We have enough families named storm-something or something-storm if you needed proof. So it means something when I say, this rain is something to be feared.
I don't know what caused it or who, but something just doesn't feel right.
I don't know what caused it or who, but something just doesn't feel right.
Written By Victus
Dec. 27, 2022, 10:01 p.m.(2/15/1019 AR)
Relationship Note on Dagon
Maybe this is how it was always meant to end. Maybe we'll meet in the next life. Maybe we'll be better in that one.
Written By Victus
Sept. 9, 2022, 4:42 p.m.(5/9/1018 AR)
I saw Astrid chasing Danse around the courtyard today. She was yelling repeatedly, "we have to be even!"
Apparently they had a dispute over who got to read the picture book about the cat and the otter. Someone (Astrid) got impatient and the boy bonked her on the head with the hardcover.
Anyway, I stopped them before they could get into another fight. Though, I'm certain I've only delayed the inevitable by a few more hours. My children don't get out to the Archives often, so I'll be able to write this down for their future adult selves to see.
Your pettiness is the funniest shit I've ever seen. Know that your father is laughing hysterically when he goes behind closed doors. Because it's very dumb. In ten years you'll probably not agree with me. But I'm your father. So I say it again, you are /dumb/.
Apparently they had a dispute over who got to read the picture book about the cat and the otter. Someone (Astrid) got impatient and the boy bonked her on the head with the hardcover.
Anyway, I stopped them before they could get into another fight. Though, I'm certain I've only delayed the inevitable by a few more hours. My children don't get out to the Archives often, so I'll be able to write this down for their future adult selves to see.
Your pettiness is the funniest shit I've ever seen. Know that your father is laughing hysterically when he goes behind closed doors. Because it's very dumb. In ten years you'll probably not agree with me. But I'm your father. So I say it again, you are /dumb/.
Written By Victus
Sept. 5, 2022, 3:50 p.m.(5/1/1018 AR)
My body aches. In so long as I've been a soldier, captain, or general, I cannot think of another time when there was so little time between battles. Across the entire Mourning Sea, skirmishes between the Dagonites and Victorians. That's kinda weird to say, actually. Victorians? Dagonites? Somebody always warned me about cults of personality, I probably should've listened. Anyway, I digress.
It takes it's toll. A pound of flesh and more weight on the back for every clash of steel. Eswynd, Redreef, Darkwater, Maelstrom, soon to be Stormward. To think, this is only the beginning.
It takes it's toll. A pound of flesh and more weight on the back for every clash of steel. Eswynd, Redreef, Darkwater, Maelstrom, soon to be Stormward. To think, this is only the beginning.
Written By Victus
Aug. 7, 2022, 12:26 a.m.(2/26/1018 AR)
There are times when I miss the people we used to be.
Written By Victus
June 8, 2022, 9:07 a.m.(10/16/1017 AR)
The first shock of pain is always unpleasant. When you feel the heat and sting of something damaging your hide, a reverberation through the rest of your body as the wound is acknowledged. It is difficult, but in the end it is only a momentary lapse. Eventually you'll bite back the pain, carry on with your journey and hopefully find yourself a nice rest by the end of it.
When you awaken the next morning, that's when the worst of it begins. Having to get up, walk out, do your job with this new lingering soreness in your body. The worsening of it the more you push yourself, unable to utilize what strength you've grown used to. Finding a limitation, growing frustrated, enduring the toil of a constant thorn in your side. Always knowing that for this period of time, you are weaker. You are vulnerable. Make the wrong move and everything can get much, much worse.
It gets better. Eventually. Until then, the road to adaptation is coarse and uneven. But when you get to the end, you'll have looked back on your trials, and be satisfied that you're stronger than the day you were hurt.
When you awaken the next morning, that's when the worst of it begins. Having to get up, walk out, do your job with this new lingering soreness in your body. The worsening of it the more you push yourself, unable to utilize what strength you've grown used to. Finding a limitation, growing frustrated, enduring the toil of a constant thorn in your side. Always knowing that for this period of time, you are weaker. You are vulnerable. Make the wrong move and everything can get much, much worse.
It gets better. Eventually. Until then, the road to adaptation is coarse and uneven. But when you get to the end, you'll have looked back on your trials, and be satisfied that you're stronger than the day you were hurt.
Written By Victus
April 12, 2022, 11:11 p.m.(6/15/1017 AR)
I am not old enough to require this many walking sticks.
Written By Victus
April 9, 2022, 12:38 a.m.(6/7/1017 AR)
Even on the back lines, one can find themselves in mortal danger. Good to keep in mind.
Maybe if I wasn't so damn tall that stope would've just soared over my head. But no -- I'm built to be the big, easily spotted target.
Maybe if I wasn't so damn tall that stope would've just soared over my head. But no -- I'm built to be the big, easily spotted target.
Written By Victus
Jan. 27, 2022, 12:34 a.m.(1/3/1017 AR)
I feel as though saying I don't like spiders is some controversial stance to take. I'm not sure when we decided that hairy, eight legged, dozen eyed, fangs and venom bugs were 'neat' -- but I'm not about that.
Don't like spiders. This is me, scars and all.
Don't like spiders. This is me, scars and all.
Written By Victus
Jan. 23, 2022, 8:18 a.m.(12/24/1016 AR)
My daughters are feuding. Astrid keeps telling Eleyna that her real name is 'Sinister Sally the Salmon Slapper'. I don't know what to do.
Written By Victus
Jan. 10, 2022, 11:01 p.m.(11/27/1016 AR)
So, they do eat people. I always had a feeling, but... Well, I wish I didn't have confirmation.
Written By Victus
Dec. 29, 2021, 4:57 p.m.(11/3/1016 AR)
Oh and congratulations to my sister and brother-in-law.
Written By Victus
Dec. 29, 2021, 4:55 p.m.(11/3/1016 AR)
I'm an uncle. That's right. I'm a sibling, a husband, a son, a father, an uncle and a cousin. I'm every kind of family besides grandparent. Just you fucking wait. I'M GOING TO DYNASTIC MOON FUCKERS
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