Written By Serafine
Nov. 8, 2016, 3:13 a.m.(1/22/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Viktarkim
I need new armor.
Written By Serafine
Nov. 6, 2016, 8:26 p.m.(1/18/1005 AR)
While the fall that came and went was all too brief, the colder weather reminds me of home. The home I had, anyway. Always cooler in those cliimes, must say I miss it. The ice in the air is pleasant on the skin, and it feels good to run outside of the training center after several rounds of 'toss the tosser'.
It still surprises me that the people have been more accommodating than I expected. Sure, I have the asses and their prejudices to combat, but either my reputation is doing wonders to keep the fighting to a minimum, or working out the tension through sparring has done more good than I'd guessed.
Either way.
Arx, you beautiful, exquisite, deadly mistress. I have missed you and it pains me not at all to say that.
It still surprises me that the people have been more accommodating than I expected. Sure, I have the asses and their prejudices to combat, but either my reputation is doing wonders to keep the fighting to a minimum, or working out the tension through sparring has done more good than I'd guessed.
Either way.
Arx, you beautiful, exquisite, deadly mistress. I have missed you and it pains me not at all to say that.
Written By Serafine
Nov. 6, 2016, 8:17 p.m.(1/18/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Freja
Barstools, Freja. Always barstools.
Written By Serafine
Nov. 5, 2016, 3:15 a.m.(1/13/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Fergus
Another monstrous bastard who's skilled in a fight. I am most impressed. I'm pretty sure I died for a second there.
Written By Serafine
Nov. 3, 2016, 1:07 a.m.(1/7/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Isolde
Little cousin all grown up. Talked my ear off about the joys of following the Thirteenth.
Not the same as I remember. She used to sit at my feet while I whet my blade and told her stories.
After her lecture, or was it a sermon? She embraced me and called me kin. I'm not certain what I think of her now. Changed, for sure.
Not the same as I remember. She used to sit at my feet while I whet my blade and told her stories.
After her lecture, or was it a sermon? She embraced me and called me kin. I'm not certain what I think of her now. Changed, for sure.
Written By Serafine
Nov. 2, 2016, 12:24 a.m.(1/3/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Hammar
The man is a BEAST. I haven't had such a good fight in years.
My shoulder may never be the same shape again. I'm so happy!
My shoulder may never be the same shape again. I'm so happy!
Written By Serafine
Nov. 2, 2016, 12:23 a.m.(1/3/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Iovita
I may have met the city's prettiest little forager in existence. She's as sweet as those apple things they sell in the market, and twice as warm. I may have to keep her.
Written By Serafine
Oct. 30, 2016, 11:37 a.m.(12/24/1004 AR)
I forgot what it was like to be disapproved of and disliked, all my achievements made simplified by the shallow eyes of lesser folk.
It's good to be home.
It's good to be home.
Written By Serafine
Oct. 29, 2016, 6:36 p.m.(12/22/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Pietro
The man takes a punch well, if I can say that about him. I was inclined to sit on him right there in the dirt, broken ribs and all before the healers came over to patch him up.
I should have. Maybe Eleyna would have learned a thing or two, so that her husbands would stop finding ways to die just to escape her.
I should have. Maybe Eleyna would have learned a thing or two, so that her husbands would stop finding ways to die just to escape her.
Written By Serafine
Oct. 29, 2016, 5:12 p.m.(12/22/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Eleyna
Well. The fucking cunt lives, and I hear quite busy. Not one, nor two, but *three* poor men have found their end betwixt that woman's thighs.
And let me guess; they never learn, do they?
I suppose it was too much to hope that she'd be dead by now. As disappointed as I am by this, I've shouldered worse burdens.
And let me guess; they never learn, do they?
I suppose it was too much to hope that she'd be dead by now. As disappointed as I am by this, I've shouldered worse burdens.
Written By Serafine
Oct. 27, 2016, 7:37 p.m.(12/16/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Audric
The last time I saw this young man, he was passed out, drooling into his furs in a tent he'd pitched out in the wilds. I was on a mourning journey to the southern sea, and he was a pleasant distraction I ran in to on the way.
While many have seen fit to welcome me, I'll admit seeing a face I know and trust (to a degree; the man's only real love is money) was rather nice.
Most of my House barely remembers me. I don't blame them. No one wanted to remember me when I lived here. Black goat was I, aye. And I don't mind, there's no offense.
While many have seen fit to welcome me, I'll admit seeing a face I know and trust (to a degree; the man's only real love is money) was rather nice.
Most of my House barely remembers me. I don't blame them. No one wanted to remember me when I lived here. Black goat was I, aye. And I don't mind, there's no offense.
Written By Serafine
Oct. 26, 2016, 4:01 a.m.(12/11/1004 AR)
[the pages are stuck together and are impossible to pry apart]
Written By Serafine
Oct. 25, 2016, 4:18 p.m.(12/9/1004 AR)
I was struck by a memory today, of sitting by the fire on a warm summer night, me at Etali's feet while she threaded my hair, Ularan at her side binding my sword hand.
We three talked often about the Compact, the place I hailed from but had no intention of returning to. Conversation was easy, I took to the language quick enough and they were so informal after the second year we'd been married that our tribemates often mimicked us to sound like bickering gutterscamps prattle prattle prattle. But it was never such, the three of us were well suited to each other. And while I've let go the loss of them, I do miss them. Etali for her sharp wit and her sly tongue, and the way her eyes glazed over when I kissed her thigh, and Ularan, for his wisdom and council and how he wielded a hammer with such skill.
They'd have liked to join me, I think, when the children were grown and we were certain they'd find their own way.
That's another life. It's silly to dwell on what isn't.
We three talked often about the Compact, the place I hailed from but had no intention of returning to. Conversation was easy, I took to the language quick enough and they were so informal after the second year we'd been married that our tribemates often mimicked us to sound like bickering gutterscamps prattle prattle prattle. But it was never such, the three of us were well suited to each other. And while I've let go the loss of them, I do miss them. Etali for her sharp wit and her sly tongue, and the way her eyes glazed over when I kissed her thigh, and Ularan, for his wisdom and council and how he wielded a hammer with such skill.
They'd have liked to join me, I think, when the children were grown and we were certain they'd find their own way.
That's another life. It's silly to dwell on what isn't.
Written By Serafine
Oct. 25, 2016, 3:04 p.m.(12/9/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Calypso
The last time I fought a noblewoman, I was living in this city doing my best to not be what I was. She knocked me on my ass, then, but eh, gotta have someone to aspire to, aye?
General Calypso put up a good fight, I can't remember the last time I came up against an even match as her. I look forward to rollin' in the sands again, and if it's with her, I wouldn't that either.
General Calypso put up a good fight, I can't remember the last time I came up against an even match as her. I look forward to rollin' in the sands again, and if it's with her, I wouldn't that either.
Written By Serafine
Oct. 25, 2016, 2:55 a.m.(12/8/1004 AR)
Damn fools, a person leaves for a decade or so and suddenly everyone goes 'you're alive!' when you walk into the city you were born in.
Bleedin' arses, don't make such a fuss. Aye, I'm back and aye, I am alive. But stop fainting every time I tell you 'how' I'm alive and where I've been.
No, it's not bloody paint, it's woad, you little fucker. How often do I have to do this shite?
Bleedin' arses, don't make such a fuss. Aye, I'm back and aye, I am alive. But stop fainting every time I tell you 'how' I'm alive and where I've been.
No, it's not bloody paint, it's woad, you little fucker. How often do I have to do this shite?
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