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Written By Serafine

Dec. 17, 2016, 12:48 a.m.(5/26/1005 AR)

Gods dammit motherfucking stupid bastard fucking misbegotten from a bitch's rotted twat sired of a diseased fisherman's crooked cock!

-WHAT ARE YOU THINKING-, you fucking -moron-?

Written By Serafine

Dec. 16, 2016, 12:36 a.m.(5/23/1005 AR)

So.


If you are going to share a conversation I've had with you to others, be sure to include the beginning, middle, and, especially, the end.


Otherwise I get angry people pointed at me who know only part of a conversation and not all of it, and it not only angers me, it -infuriates me-.

Written By Serafine

Dec. 15, 2016, 10:19 p.m.(5/23/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Aksel

What's this about bears, then?

Written By Serafine

Dec. 13, 2016, 11:31 p.m.(5/17/1005 AR)

That took less cheese than I expected it to.

Written By Serafine

Dec. 13, 2016, 6:19 p.m.(5/17/1005 AR)

So the wrestling match was good fun, though I think Lord Cassius is a sore loser. I received this message today in response to my advertisement for my services as bodyguard:


"Dear Princess Serafine,

I saw your advert, seeking a bodyguard to keep your safe. I know that the lands outside of Arx are scary for a woman like yourself, and I hate the thought of you cowering, scared in the wilds. So, if you require an escort, I would be pleased to serve this role for you, assuming the trip will not keep me from my duties here in Arx too long.

Yours,
Lord Cassius Nightgold, KoS"




...honestly?

Written By Serafine

Dec. 11, 2016, 5:29 a.m.(5/9/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Aksel

A bet is a bet.

I'm sure you'll look lovely in a dress. Trust Valencia's tips, I'm sure she won't steer you wrong.

Written By Serafine

Dec. 11, 2016, 1:40 a.m.(5/8/1005 AR)

It's been a satisfying series of days, between my enjoying the Lycene delights the city has to offer, the marriage proposals, the drinking, meeting of new folks and old, the adventure outside the walls and the resulting return...


I need to do such things more often. I've missed the feel of true battle, when more is at stake than lessons and pride.


I need to speak to Lady Aislin, see if I can convince her to let me watch her back as often as she might head outside the walls.


And ... I am struck with a desperate need to see the northern mountains.

Written By Serafine

Dec. 10, 2016, 12:40 a.m.(5/5/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Deva

Holy testicles, woman.



That -shot-...!

Written By Serafine

Dec. 10, 2016, 12:36 a.m.(5/5/1005 AR)

Well. That was ... educational.

And gross.

Ugh, I don't think this is going to wash out-

Written By Serafine

Dec. 9, 2016, 3:06 a.m.(5/3/1005 AR)

Twelve shots of moonshine,

Eleven wobbly chairs,

Ten orgy references,

Nine tripping boots,

Eight different servers,

Seven empty shotglasses,

Six stumbled tables,

Five. Threats. To. Leave.

Four howling men,

Three Nightgolds,

Two noblewomen,

and a white-haired gentleman scholar.

Written By Serafine

Dec. 9, 2016, 2:44 a.m.(5/3/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Valencia

All of these cousins are grown and beautiful and wonderful!


And I was the best bad influence on all of them!


Dammit, when did being a Velenosan get to be so -fantastic-?

Valencia is beautiful, well-mannered, poised, eloquent, and she drinks groan fuckin' Redrains under the table.

I am so damn proud.

Written By Serafine

Dec. 8, 2016, 11:35 p.m.(5/2/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Kima

There was a very complicate set of underwear that I do believe you were wearing at the 'event' the other night. You did favor pearls, as I recall?

Should you like it back, I told the hostess to put them in my keeping. You ran off with those red-haired triplets and I haven't seen you since.




NO, Scholar, they weren't really triplets but they did appear to be of a similar height, weight, shape, and class.

Written By Serafine

Dec. 8, 2016, 11:25 p.m.(5/2/1005 AR)

So I will warn you, the orgy I attended last night involved oil. A lot of oil. And it was everywhere. I almost slipped no less than five times and oil on marble floors is a sure way to hurt yourself.

Thankfully, I wasn't on my feet long enough to worry about it but a few creative, acrobatic nobles weren't so lucky.

That being said, I was quite tired afterwards. It was a long weekend. I figured if I'm going on this trip and might possibly die, I was going to cross a few things from the 'Book of Lycene' life-wish list I have.

(this is me -not- using the word 'twins')

Don't look at me like that, scholar. I am Lycene, after all. Why do you think the Shav'arvani took to me so well? I could do things with my tongue that-


[the rest of the page, the handwriting is wobbly, difficult to decipher]

Written By Serafine

Dec. 8, 2016, 8:27 p.m.(5/2/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Niccolo

I do adore my whiskey drinking, blade sharpening uncle.

No, I'm not endangering the lives of besotted young men with hero worship and an eye for power. It's not their fault.

Mostly.

Written By Serafine

Dec. 8, 2016, 12:16 a.m.(4/27/1005 AR)

So I received a marriage proposal today.

It was unexpected. I wasn't half naked so I know the lad was serious. I barely know him but I guess I made a lasting impression. Or, that was what I thought.

I forget, however, that I am of House Velenosa, a noble family of prestige and power and no little bit of wealth. It's not that I'd forgotten, but I did forget what that can mean for some.

Perhaps it's the announcement of that wedding between the Grayson Princess and the Thraxian Prince that's put it into the heads of a few; an unwedded Velenosan higher up in the ranks of the House but not too high. A remarkable prize for many, aye?

I was kind and told him no. He looked surprised. And then offended. And then he remembered that I'd just beaten him into the training center floor and decided that it was best to bow, thank me, and run away.

And then it happened again, in a tavern I stopped at for a quick chat and some lunch.

If this is going to be the norm with all this talk of weddings and House alliances, I'll stop it right now:

I have no intention of marrying for any political reason, so please stop asking.

But I hear my sister is free. You should check with her.

Written By Serafine

Dec. 8, 2016, 12:12 a.m.(4/27/1005 AR)

Weapon. Check. Armor? Pending.

Written By Serafine

Dec. 5, 2016, midnight(4/18/1005 AR)

I dreamt I remarried and bore children again. A sad dream, but my babes had green eyes and freckles. I don't think I know anyone who looks like that.

And they were blonde. What on earth would I do with blonde children? Eat them?

Written By Serafine

Dec. 4, 2016, 11:59 p.m.(4/18/1005 AR)

The delegation is in the process of getting underway. I am excited and looking forward to it, and I hope the journey fruitful and perhaps uneventful, at least on the way. I'm in the process of upgrading my armor, I've inquired as to whether or not I will need a horse of if I'm meant to travel by foot.

I pray I'm not meant to jog the whole way. We height-challenged are natural sprinters and wasted on cross-country.

Written By Serafine

Dec. 4, 2016, 11:57 p.m.(4/18/1005 AR)

I had to leave early from the Explorers' society, but what I heard was interesting enough to keep me coming. I wonder if this really is what I was destined for, my wanderlust serving a purpose not just for me, but for my Family, my House, and even the Compact itself. It's an uncomfortable though and will always remain so, but I am hopeful that the Purpose will help put me at ease.

Written By Serafine

Dec. 4, 2016, 6:26 p.m.(4/18/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Talen

A good man to bump into and shove into a fight, and a great wall to relieve tension against. Doesn't say stupid things like 'you're a woman' or 'you're not as well armored' or 'your dick is too small'.

Have to appreciate that.

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