Written By Eirene
March 14, 2018, 3:40 p.m.(5/11/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Cicero
Forwarded from Southport to the Archives
In tribute...
I told you to stay
You had to go and do it
Fucking idiot
In tribute...
I told you to stay
You had to go and do it
Fucking idiot
Written By Eirene
March 14, 2018, 3:30 p.m.(5/11/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Cicero
Forwarded to the Archives from Southport
I can't figure where to start. I want this to go on record. I doubt all of it will make the journey back home but I at least need to say it.
My husband of a week was literally torn apart by invisible enemies. Cicero was killed by something that shouldn't exist but does. I want to say it out loud, scream it in the streets, but the city is full of them and it might get someone else ripped to shreds if I do.
I watched him die.
I had seen death before and up close and he was not the first young man to die bloody in my arms nor will he be the last. But he was one I cared about. Maybe even loved.
Those were his last words to me. I love you. Something neither of us dared say for fear it made us weak or foolish. But I think I loved him back.
I never even gave him his wedding ring. He had given it back to me before the ceremony saying it wasn't right to wear until the vows to Limerance were done. And I forgot to give it back to him afterwards.
I hope the one who did this reads this and CHOKES on it. Every word a knife in its' back. Every tear a drop of poison. Every tortured truth an arrow.
Yes, I can cry. And I am.
I can't figure where to start. I want this to go on record. I doubt all of it will make the journey back home but I at least need to say it.
My husband of a week was literally torn apart by invisible enemies. Cicero was killed by something that shouldn't exist but does. I want to say it out loud, scream it in the streets, but the city is full of them and it might get someone else ripped to shreds if I do.
I watched him die.
I had seen death before and up close and he was not the first young man to die bloody in my arms nor will he be the last. But he was one I cared about. Maybe even loved.
Those were his last words to me. I love you. Something neither of us dared say for fear it made us weak or foolish. But I think I loved him back.
I never even gave him his wedding ring. He had given it back to me before the ceremony saying it wasn't right to wear until the vows to Limerance were done. And I forgot to give it back to him afterwards.
I hope the one who did this reads this and CHOKES on it. Every word a knife in its' back. Every tear a drop of poison. Every tortured truth an arrow.
Yes, I can cry. And I am.
Written By Eirene
March 14, 2018, 11:18 a.m.(5/11/1008 AR)
Forwarded to the Archives from Southport:
Home. I saw the walls of the Safe Harbor and thought 'How can I make them safer?' I walked the parapets of the city gates and thought 'How can I keep our enemies from climbing these?' I spent time in the Academy of Gloria and watched duels thinking 'How long til these folk see real war?'
It's bittersweet, knowing our enemies are all around us, watching and waiting. I can't do a damn thing. I'm helpless and confessing it here will no doubt give those enemies glee. Let them choke on it. I'll find a way. I am the queen of stubborn.
Some go the City of Silk. I went to the City of Swords. My city.
Home. I saw the walls of the Safe Harbor and thought 'How can I make them safer?' I walked the parapets of the city gates and thought 'How can I keep our enemies from climbing these?' I spent time in the Academy of Gloria and watched duels thinking 'How long til these folk see real war?'
It's bittersweet, knowing our enemies are all around us, watching and waiting. I can't do a damn thing. I'm helpless and confessing it here will no doubt give those enemies glee. Let them choke on it. I'll find a way. I am the queen of stubborn.
Some go the City of Silk. I went to the City of Swords. My city.
Written By Eirene
March 13, 2018, 6:20 p.m.(5/9/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Cicero
My husband. What a really weird thing to say. We've known one another for years, have been lovers almost as long, and seem to have similar taste, though he loves silk far more than I do.
I guess if it is my duty to house Malvici to marry and produce heirs, it is my blessing to be with someone I trust and enjoy the company of.
Look at me, all sentimental and shit. Guess I got emotions after all.
I guess if it is my duty to house Malvici to marry and produce heirs, it is my blessing to be with someone I trust and enjoy the company of.
Look at me, all sentimental and shit. Guess I got emotions after all.
Written By Eirene
March 13, 2018, 5:56 p.m.(5/9/1008 AR)
Yes, I got married.
Well wishers can send condolences to Cicero in the form of alcohol. Or me. I don't mind presents, really. Gotta get something out of this wedding other than children, right?
Well wishers can send condolences to Cicero in the form of alcohol. Or me. I don't mind presents, really. Gotta get something out of this wedding other than children, right?
Written By Eirene
March 12, 2018, 10:41 a.m.(5/7/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Cicero
My husband. Two words I had thought I'd never say. We get along perfectly and that's probably because we don't spend every waking moment together. I trust him like family which is why I made him one.
Written By Eirene
March 6, 2018, 3:42 p.m.(4/23/1008 AR)
All I want is a good night's sleep and to stop being paranoid.
Is it really too much to ask?
I sustain myself on alcohol and spite and reluctance lately.
I'm looking forward to going home to Southport and spending time with my lads and ladies. Even if the city's crawling with fleas right now. Stupid things get everywhere and make me twitch. Even when there's none you still have that sensation they're with you.
Is it really too much to ask?
I sustain myself on alcohol and spite and reluctance lately.
I'm looking forward to going home to Southport and spending time with my lads and ladies. Even if the city's crawling with fleas right now. Stupid things get everywhere and make me twitch. Even when there's none you still have that sensation they're with you.
Written By Eirene
March 1, 2018, 2:17 p.m.(4/13/1008 AR)
I haven't been writing much lately. I haven't been sleeping much lately.
Some folk know why. I won't journal it because what's the point, there's so much crap it's too much to process.
All I know is I hate whom I hate and what they're doing to us. And they thrill in every single damn moment of it.
Some folk know why. I won't journal it because what's the point, there's so much crap it's too much to process.
All I know is I hate whom I hate and what they're doing to us. And they thrill in every single damn moment of it.
Written By Eirene
Feb. 27, 2018, 2:03 p.m.(4/9/1008 AR)
Some folks need to die just to realize how dumb they are.
Written By Eirene
Feb. 22, 2018, 11:55 a.m.(3/27/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Reigna
As Dictated: Well damn, guess I better make it officially official and all. It's hers and thank Lagoma for it. I never wanted the damn thing, thanks Ben Carver... Seriously, though. She's a goddess-send for accepting. Just... make it sound good and official-like.
As Announced: It is with much gratitude that I announce Countess Reigna Keaton has assumed the mantle of Guildmaser of the Physicians Guild. This will allow me to focus on more military matters and my role in service to the Crown. I have full faith in her leadership and ability to liason with the Mercies as we have so often done in the past. May Lagoma smile on her and bless her endeavors.
As Announced: It is with much gratitude that I announce Countess Reigna Keaton has assumed the mantle of Guildmaser of the Physicians Guild. This will allow me to focus on more military matters and my role in service to the Crown. I have full faith in her leadership and ability to liason with the Mercies as we have so often done in the past. May Lagoma smile on her and bless her endeavors.
Written By Eirene
Feb. 13, 2018, 4:05 p.m.(3/3/1008 AR)
With all these dumb duels flying about I am going to be -SO- drunk I may actually die from it.
Written By Eirene
Feb. 13, 2018, 10:55 a.m.(3/3/1008 AR)
The level of snark is high with me today so wisely I'm going to keep my damn mouth shut. I'm a Voice so whatever I say reflects on my house and I got plenty to say that's my own damn opinion so I ain't going to voice it in the journals where everyone can nit-fucking-pick and interpret their own way.
Just needed to get that out.
Just needed to get that out.
Written By Eirene
Feb. 1, 2018, 10:15 a.m.(1/27/1008 AR)
Message received. With all the punctuation you could throw on it. You win this one.
Damn good thing I'm already a drunk.
Damn good thing I'm already a drunk.
Written By Eirene
Jan. 31, 2018, 2:51 p.m.(1/26/1008 AR)
Sat around a bonfire, drinking, toasting a new marriage... for a few moments I could forget the magnitude of shit hanging over my head and the shadows that the firelight cast. It was almost like being out in the wilds on maneuvers, perimeter secure and fireside lighting the faces of those I trusted and loved.
Poetic, aint it?
Poetic, aint it?
Written By Eirene
Jan. 25, 2018, 6:29 p.m.(1/14/1008 AR)
Don't you love it when someone opens their mouth (or scribes in their journal) and confirms themselves an idiot instead of your simply suspecting they are one?
Post-Script to the people who read my journal: If you think it's you, it might just be.
Post-Script to the people who read my journal: If you think it's you, it might just be.
Written By Eirene
Jan. 23, 2018, 12:10 p.m.(1/9/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Freja
My very very first night in Arx - I met Princess Freja. And we proceeded to get very drunk.
I will always remember her for that, my first friend in a big town I know jack-nobody in save my kin.
I will always remember her for that, my first friend in a big town I know jack-nobody in save my kin.
Written By Eirene
Jan. 17, 2018, 11:45 a.m.(12/25/1007 AR)
Yes, I'm getting married.
No, that isn't a misprint.
No, I'm not pregnant.
Gods, people. I'm the daughter of a duchess and a member of a major house. Marriage is just one more duty to Southport.
No, that isn't a misprint.
No, I'm not pregnant.
Gods, people. I'm the daughter of a duchess and a member of a major house. Marriage is just one more duty to Southport.
Written By Eirene
Jan. 17, 2018, 10:47 a.m.(12/25/1007 AR)
Neither chance nor fate - my house words make me so damn proud.
Shit happens, we deal with it. We call on friends and allies, we put ourselves into danger, we think, we plan, we fight.
Our men are eaten and we rally loyal friends and veterans to our side. An army sits at my doorstep and we, unafraid and unashamed, call on those who would help us. And we have bested them without ever firing an arrow or drawing a damned sword. By showing them our power isn't just military, it's strategy. We're not just thugs with swords. We show compassion to the weak and strength to the strong.
Everyone in Malvici and our friends and allies - married into or out of the house, vassals, and our trusted friends... I am so fucking proud of you.
Now to continue the subtle fight in the shadows. Against the shadows.
Shit happens, we deal with it. We call on friends and allies, we put ourselves into danger, we think, we plan, we fight.
Our men are eaten and we rally loyal friends and veterans to our side. An army sits at my doorstep and we, unafraid and unashamed, call on those who would help us. And we have bested them without ever firing an arrow or drawing a damned sword. By showing them our power isn't just military, it's strategy. We're not just thugs with swords. We show compassion to the weak and strength to the strong.
Everyone in Malvici and our friends and allies - married into or out of the house, vassals, and our trusted friends... I am so fucking proud of you.
Now to continue the subtle fight in the shadows. Against the shadows.
Written By Eirene
Jan. 16, 2018, 4:02 p.m.(12/23/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Fergus
Now I really regret our last interaction is me telling him to suck a donkey. I owe him a drink, someday.
Written By Eirene
Jan. 14, 2018, 11:25 a.m.(12/19/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Fergus
I could respond in a messenger but since he did so in the journals I'm fucking obliged to respond the same.
Go suck a donkey and charge a silver for admission. I'm too busy to get drunk.
THAT IS MY LIFE RIGHT NOW.
Go suck a donkey and charge a silver for admission. I'm too busy to get drunk.
THAT IS MY LIFE RIGHT NOW.
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