Written By Serafine
Dec. 2, 2016, 9:42 p.m.(4/12/1005 AR)
I've never been more impressed with someone else's training of one under their care. Sir Silas Mercier has done well by his squire Arron. Seriously, if I ever have more children or take up a squire, I don't think I'd trust even myself to do such a good job as he. I hope he treats that boy to a fine set of armor.
Also, I think I owe the poor lad a kiss.
Also, I think I owe the poor lad a kiss.
Written By Serafine
Dec. 1, 2016, 8:45 p.m.(4/9/1005 AR)
The Concodral Melee is tomorrow! Given the joy I had with the previous competition, I'm excited to sign up for this one. The rules are unusual enough and perhaps I'll learn a thing or two.
Written By Serafine
Dec. 1, 2016, 1 p.m.(4/8/1005 AR)
Gods save me. More bloody poets.
Written By Serafine
Dec. 1, 2016, 2:40 a.m.(4/7/1005 AR)
.... why the -fuck- is there dog shit in my room?
I swear to Gods if this is from that yapping little gray rodent Eleyna is calling a pet these days-
I swear to Gods if this is from that yapping little gray rodent Eleyna is calling a pet these days-
Written By Serafine
Nov. 28, 2016, 2:43 a.m.(3/26/1005 AR)
The Concordal Melee. Sir Silas was kind enough suggest it and I am happily interested. The discussion I had with him has me convinced it's going to be quite fun.
Perhaps they'll lend me a stool long enough to punch Fergus Redrain in the face! Or even the Shav, Viktarkim!
Hmm. Or I can sit on the shoulders of my partner. Ooh, that could be fun.
Perhaps they'll lend me a stool long enough to punch Fergus Redrain in the face! Or even the Shav, Viktarkim!
Hmm. Or I can sit on the shoulders of my partner. Ooh, that could be fun.
Written By Serafine
Nov. 27, 2016, 9:32 p.m.(3/25/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Dawn
I met her earlier this week and I was surprised. A little impressed as well. She was difficult to read, put up a wall of smiles and hidden scrutiny.
This isn't a bad idea as the ruler-presumptive. Necessary, more than likely. I commend her for the skill of it.
It will take a great deal of strength and patience for a person to govern us through the days to come. I hope she is up the the task. Someone needs to be.
This isn't a bad idea as the ruler-presumptive. Necessary, more than likely. I commend her for the skill of it.
It will take a great deal of strength and patience for a person to govern us through the days to come. I hope she is up the the task. Someone needs to be.
Written By Serafine
Nov. 27, 2016, 9:26 p.m.(3/25/1005 AR)
The Explorer's Society.
I've met with Aislin and Cara in the past, and I expressed interesting in attending this meeting. I am curious of what goes on, the purpose behind the meeting, and of the group. I am looking forward to attending.
What's appropriate to bring to such a thing? Honeycakes? Mead?
I've met with Aislin and Cara in the past, and I expressed interesting in attending this meeting. I am curious of what goes on, the purpose behind the meeting, and of the group. I am looking forward to attending.
What's appropriate to bring to such a thing? Honeycakes? Mead?
Written By Serafine
Nov. 26, 2016, 2:45 a.m.(3/20/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Iovita
So very bright and thoughtful and sweet. I could eat her brains like honey-ed jam.
Written By Serafine
Nov. 20, 2016, 12:02 a.m.(3/1/1005 AR)
[Serafine Velenosa attended the appointed transcribing time inebriated, and she didn't speak but she did sing-]
I had me a girl
Who taught me those things
A woman should know
Down, down on my knees.
I’d beg and I’d plead
To learn a little bit more.
Oh that woman taught me to pray,
I saw Elysium every day.
Gods, she could-
[it becomes crooning, the subject's eyes close-]
I, I had me a boy
Who buttoned me down.
Threw me a line
He, he washed me as clean
As a sinner could be.
Showed me the light,
Ooo that boy, he taught me to pray,
But for all of his spit-shinin’ ways
Gods, he could.
[More crooning-]
I had me a girl,
Like gray-wreathed smoke.
She came and she went,
I slipped through his hands
To my back door-man,
Under his chin.
Oh that woman taught me to pray
But for all her wandering ways
She could.
[Subject's eyes open, she smiled, and headed out the door]
[Scholar's note: She said she'd be back, the song is recognized as an old minstrel's poem set to music and popular among Velenosan soldiers.]
(ooc: 'I Had Me A Girl', by The Civil Wars, tweaked for theme)
I had me a girl
Who taught me those things
A woman should know
Down, down on my knees.
I’d beg and I’d plead
To learn a little bit more.
Oh that woman taught me to pray,
I saw Elysium every day.
Gods, she could-
[it becomes crooning, the subject's eyes close-]
I, I had me a boy
Who buttoned me down.
Threw me a line
He, he washed me as clean
As a sinner could be.
Showed me the light,
Ooo that boy, he taught me to pray,
But for all of his spit-shinin’ ways
Gods, he could.
[More crooning-]
I had me a girl,
Like gray-wreathed smoke.
She came and she went,
I slipped through his hands
To my back door-man,
Under his chin.
Oh that woman taught me to pray
But for all her wandering ways
She could.
[Subject's eyes open, she smiled, and headed out the door]
[Scholar's note: She said she'd be back, the song is recognized as an old minstrel's poem set to music and popular among Velenosan soldiers.]
(ooc: 'I Had Me A Girl', by The Civil Wars, tweaked for theme)
Written By Serafine
Nov. 18, 2016, 3:20 a.m.(2/24/1005 AR)
the painted flesh of something tender
a somber blue trail on copper skin
split like fruit with ancient lines
to tease and stroke and sing like sin
to slide along the pale expanse
the field of pleasure so long denied
a heart beat from a savored demise
and bleed with velvet made of hide
he sings for me, this pretty bird
breathes my name and claws my hips
lines to blue roads mapped now cut
but taken sweet the curses from lips
pet, a token, a moment's rest clean
satisfying the ache and rush to burn
it's not his face that blinds the eyes
not the distraction for me to churn
verdant fields of peace, surrendered
gaping sighs, crowned flowers so
steel that rusts in trust and peace
abandoned old blades without a foe
to ache for hands that are only ash
to savor lips that may never be
visions sear and rip, dismember
the very best I had left of me.
a somber blue trail on copper skin
split like fruit with ancient lines
to tease and stroke and sing like sin
to slide along the pale expanse
the field of pleasure so long denied
a heart beat from a savored demise
and bleed with velvet made of hide
he sings for me, this pretty bird
breathes my name and claws my hips
lines to blue roads mapped now cut
but taken sweet the curses from lips
pet, a token, a moment's rest clean
satisfying the ache and rush to burn
it's not his face that blinds the eyes
not the distraction for me to churn
verdant fields of peace, surrendered
gaping sighs, crowned flowers so
steel that rusts in trust and peace
abandoned old blades without a foe
to ache for hands that are only ash
to savor lips that may never be
visions sear and rip, dismember
the very best I had left of me.
Written By Serafine
Nov. 17, 2016, 1:32 a.m.(2/21/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Valkieri
Stuffy bastard throws an unexpected uppercut.
Shortest fight since I moved back to the city. Wow. The man took my breath away, not once but -twice-.
I do hope he plans on hitting me again. That was fun.
Shortest fight since I moved back to the city. Wow. The man took my breath away, not once but -twice-.
I do hope he plans on hitting me again. That was fun.
Written By Serafine
Nov. 16, 2016, 2:50 a.m.(2/18/1005 AR)
You see an Sylv'alfar with your own two eyes and you speak a language documented as Elven, read it, write it, and still.... -still-...
People misunderstand, don't understand, don't listen, don't -look-.
Gods above, if this is why you took my family from me...
People misunderstand, don't understand, don't listen, don't -look-.
Gods above, if this is why you took my family from me...
Written By Serafine
Nov. 15, 2016, 10:47 p.m.(2/17/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Victus
He's a walking phallus with a massive ego.
I mean. He even spits when he's excited.
Excellent fighter! Next time I'll bring an army and shoot for a more graceful defeat!
Gloria's glorious gorgeous gonads. What a throttling!
I mean. He even spits when he's excited.
Excellent fighter! Next time I'll bring an army and shoot for a more graceful defeat!
Gloria's glorious gorgeous gonads. What a throttling!
Written By Serafine
Nov. 15, 2016, 10:45 p.m.(2/17/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Viktarkim
I am. So. Very. Sorry.
Written By Serafine
Nov. 8, 2016, 1:20 p.m.(1/23/1005 AR)
The last few days have been full of sparring, and the good kind. I fought side by side with the Lady General, Calypso, and after speaking in the language of eyebrows and glances, we decided to team up against the Count Maximilian, who's eyes wandered but his sword was sure. Too sure.
It was a grand fight, he was better than I anticipated, given that he ogled as much as he swung. Perhaps he thought me less a threat, because I am shorter than he? Silly boy, I hope you know better now.
In the end, Calypso and I drove him to his knees and I wedged myself between his blade and her stumbling form, of the three I had the least wounds, otherwise I'd have taken no liberties. Calypso is a fine fighter, a general and an honorable woman. I was proud, after the Count hit the dirt, to salute her and call it a draw. I suspect the advantage was in my favor, to be underestimated as the unknown. Calypso could have beaten me, aye, but if I had her, I'd have been soured with that 'victory'.
Keeping my word is important to me lest it serve to fester into mistrust. I deal with enough malice and judgement these days, I'll not give anyone cause to truly think I deserve it. At least not in my eyes.
It was a grand fight, he was better than I anticipated, given that he ogled as much as he swung. Perhaps he thought me less a threat, because I am shorter than he? Silly boy, I hope you know better now.
In the end, Calypso and I drove him to his knees and I wedged myself between his blade and her stumbling form, of the three I had the least wounds, otherwise I'd have taken no liberties. Calypso is a fine fighter, a general and an honorable woman. I was proud, after the Count hit the dirt, to salute her and call it a draw. I suspect the advantage was in my favor, to be underestimated as the unknown. Calypso could have beaten me, aye, but if I had her, I'd have been soured with that 'victory'.
Keeping my word is important to me lest it serve to fester into mistrust. I deal with enough malice and judgement these days, I'll not give anyone cause to truly think I deserve it. At least not in my eyes.
Written By Serafine
Nov. 8, 2016, 3:24 a.m.(1/22/1005 AR)
I need to reconsider drinking this watered down piss that they serve at the-
Written By Serafine
Nov. 8, 2016, 3:18 a.m.(1/22/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Dafne
The potential in this young woman is untapped, and I saw a glimpse of what she's cap able of this evening.
If I were to take a protege, it would be Iovita, of course.
But I can have more than one, couldn't I? And Dafne has the potential to be a whirling dirvesh in a sea of dancers.
If I were to take a protege, it would be Iovita, of course.
But I can have more than one, couldn't I? And Dafne has the potential to be a whirling dirvesh in a sea of dancers.
Written By Serafine
Nov. 8, 2016, 3:16 a.m.(1/22/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Natalia
I've been hearing for weeks about this young woman, this Flower of House Grayson, decorating people like an artist might a canvas, and as shocking as my peers might think it, I enjoy such moving works of art.
As such, I've taken to asking her for advice on my wardrobe.
Don't look so surprised. Even warriors paint their faces before a battle, dancers touch up their costumes, and a queen adjusts her crown. When in Lyceum, as they say, do as the Lycene's do?
There's a similar quote about a wolf among sheep, but I'd hate for anyone to get the wrong impression.
The designs we came up with should be flattering and fitting, lest anyone forget who and what I am.
As such, I've taken to asking her for advice on my wardrobe.
Don't look so surprised. Even warriors paint their faces before a battle, dancers touch up their costumes, and a queen adjusts her crown. When in Lyceum, as they say, do as the Lycene's do?
There's a similar quote about a wolf among sheep, but I'd hate for anyone to get the wrong impression.
The designs we came up with should be flattering and fitting, lest anyone forget who and what I am.
Written By Serafine
Nov. 8, 2016, 3:13 a.m.(1/22/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Pietro
Dear boy, stop looking so delectable on your back. We'll never get any fighting done that way, will we?
Written By Serafine
Nov. 8, 2016, 3:13 a.m.(1/22/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Viktarkim
It's good to speak to someone who comes of the People, though from what I sense, his kin aren't like the ones I loved.
Still, fighting with him was sheer joy, and the man is better with a blade than he knows. Caught a break and got under my guard, and how he managed that at the last minute when he at least a foot on me? Most impressive, a satisfying loss, if there is such a thing.
Not as satisfying as Pietro, of course, but in that situation, I lose -after- he does. And it's not really losing then, is it?
Still, fighting with him was sheer joy, and the man is better with a blade than he knows. Caught a break and got under my guard, and how he managed that at the last minute when he at least a foot on me? Most impressive, a satisfying loss, if there is such a thing.
Not as satisfying as Pietro, of course, but in that situation, I lose -after- he does. And it's not really losing then, is it?
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