Written By Eirene
Nov. 9, 2017, 3:52 p.m.(7/20/1007 AR)
The more white journals I skim the more I realize I hate people.
Written By Eirene
Nov. 1, 2017, 10:22 a.m.(7/4/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Enyo
At this rate, we'll have to call Arx Southport East.
Welcome niece. Don't do anything I would do.
Welcome niece. Don't do anything I would do.
Written By Eirene
Oct. 30, 2017, 10:16 a.m.(6/28/1007 AR)
Nice way Tehom's actor took advantage of the dim lights and our attention focused on the 'winner' to scoot out the back door.
And here I was expecting a demonic attack and all I got was a bit of slight of hand.
I was almost disappointed.
The ball was fucking beautiful even if I hate parties and only stayed for, maybe a half hour?
And here I was expecting a demonic attack and all I got was a bit of slight of hand.
I was almost disappointed.
The ball was fucking beautiful even if I hate parties and only stayed for, maybe a half hour?
Written By Eirene
Oct. 26, 2017, 10:23 a.m.(6/20/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Driskell
Mirrormasks are supposed to make people uncomfortable. They force you to reflect, literally, on things you'd rather not. I rather like his turn of phrase. Good reminder that someone, always, somewhere, can see us.
Written By Eirene
Oct. 24, 2017, 11:10 a.m.(6/16/1007 AR)
As reported by Carissa:
As Dictated:
Since I'm the damn guildmistress, I may as well say something about all the shav's and ex-thralls who got medical skill and let 'em apply. Fuck, there may be some decent medicine men or whatever the hell they call themselves among 'em. And I know there's got to be a ships surgeon or two among the thralls. Herbalists too, probably shav heavy. Blah blah, Gods bless, blah blah, welcome to a new life, same shit different day.
As Announced:
As Guildmistress of the Physicians Guild of Arx and surrounding Compact regions, I'd like to open an invite to any freed Thrall or recently welcomed shav'arvani with medical skill and experience to join us. Position to be placed based on prior knowledge and experience in all things medical, surgical, or herbal related. May the Gods welcome you to your new life, and may we assist in getting you on the road to your profession.
As Dictated:
Since I'm the damn guildmistress, I may as well say something about all the shav's and ex-thralls who got medical skill and let 'em apply. Fuck, there may be some decent medicine men or whatever the hell they call themselves among 'em. And I know there's got to be a ships surgeon or two among the thralls. Herbalists too, probably shav heavy. Blah blah, Gods bless, blah blah, welcome to a new life, same shit different day.
As Announced:
As Guildmistress of the Physicians Guild of Arx and surrounding Compact regions, I'd like to open an invite to any freed Thrall or recently welcomed shav'arvani with medical skill and experience to join us. Position to be placed based on prior knowledge and experience in all things medical, surgical, or herbal related. May the Gods welcome you to your new life, and may we assist in getting you on the road to your profession.
Written By Eirene
Oct. 20, 2017, 9:13 a.m.(6/8/1007 AR)
Women do not discuss their ages with men. It's a known fact, and men who want to keep their internal organs internal do not comment or draw attention to it unless she specifically does so first, like discussing plans for her birthday and what gifts she'd like and what age she'd like to be referred to even if you know that's a flat out bold-ass faced lie. Or an ass-faced lie too.
A free lesson for men.
A free lesson for men.
Written By Eirene
Oct. 19, 2017, 3:40 p.m.(6/6/1007 AR)
And yet another of my generation gets the hell out of Arx.It feels like a city full of children sometimes. Godsspeed Niccolo. Hope you get what you need.
Balls.
Balls.
Written By Eirene
Oct. 19, 2017, 2:25 p.m.(6/6/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Harald
As reported by several of the Phoenix brigade from the Battle of a Thousand Stings
"You... dimwitted limp-dicked fish-fucking idiot of a man. What are you trying to prove, that your balls haven't wrinkled up and dropped off?!
"You... dimwitted limp-dicked fish-fucking idiot of a man. What are you trying to prove, that your balls haven't wrinkled up and dropped off?!
Written By Eirene
Oct. 19, 2017, 2:11 p.m.(6/6/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Eleyna
As reported by Carissa on the news of Eleyna's elevation to Archduchesse
Dictated:
Send a message to poor fucking Eleyna - I'm so sorry and really fucking glad he got it over with all at once.
Message sent:
My Congradolences
Dictated:
Send a message to poor fucking Eleyna - I'm so sorry and really fucking glad he got it over with all at once.
Message sent:
My Congradolences
Written By Eirene
Oct. 19, 2017, 8:39 a.m.(6/6/1007 AR)
Sometimes I'd rather face demon-spawn and Abyssal wasps than deal with the bullshit back in this city.
Did I say sometimes? I mean every time.
Back from the North. Cold as fuck. Cold does help with wasp stings, however, because you're TOO DAMN COLD TO NOTICE THEM. For anyone reading, witch-hazel and vinegar help relieve the swelling. Consider this free advise from your local Physician's Guild.
Did I say sometimes? I mean every time.
Back from the North. Cold as fuck. Cold does help with wasp stings, however, because you're TOO DAMN COLD TO NOTICE THEM. For anyone reading, witch-hazel and vinegar help relieve the swelling. Consider this free advise from your local Physician's Guild.
Written By Eirene
Oct. 18, 2017, 10:01 a.m.(6/4/1007 AR)
Written on the journey north:
Fuck it's cold. Southern blood was never made to live anywhere more north than Arx and even then it's cold. I'm the kind of person who likes to sit in the sun and soak it up. The sun, she does nothing here...
I have a decent number of volunteers working with us on the medical line. All ladies. Not that it's bad. I just hope're not squeamish when the blood starts to flow.
Fuck it's cold. Southern blood was never made to live anywhere more north than Arx and even then it's cold. I'm the kind of person who likes to sit in the sun and soak it up. The sun, she does nothing here...
I have a decent number of volunteers working with us on the medical line. All ladies. Not that it's bad. I just hope're not squeamish when the blood starts to flow.
Written By Eirene
Oct. 17, 2017, 10:23 a.m.(6/2/1007 AR)
Speaks volumes of me when I'd much rather be facing death in a frozen icy north where spring has no meaning than read ONE MORE GOAT-FUCKING JOURNAL ABOUT GOATS.
Written By Eirene
Oct. 16, 2017, 2:32 p.m.(5/28/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Ryhalt
As reported by Carissa:
As Dictacted: Tell him that's fine with me and I hope it doesn't fuck with his working for him.
As Sent: Your lorship, Duke Farshaw of Farshaw - thank you for the referral. Doctor Bathwater has been accepted to the Guild of Physicians on the basis of your referral and his experience as a qualified physician. I thank you for your swift reply and pray that his duties to the Guild will not interfere with his service in your household.
Sincerely, Lady Eirene Malvici, Guildmistress & Minister of Health
As Dictacted: Tell him that's fine with me and I hope it doesn't fuck with his working for him.
As Sent: Your lorship, Duke Farshaw of Farshaw - thank you for the referral. Doctor Bathwater has been accepted to the Guild of Physicians on the basis of your referral and his experience as a qualified physician. I thank you for your swift reply and pray that his duties to the Guild will not interfere with his service in your household.
Sincerely, Lady Eirene Malvici, Guildmistress & Minister of Health
Written By Eirene
Oct. 16, 2017, 10:17 a.m.(5/28/1007 AR)
I hate parties.
I like soldiers gatherings with alcohol, stories of friends who have left us, and the maudlin reflections that follow.
But I do like a good feast, and Sir Miles and I can pack away food like -no one- else. Old soldiers know to eat when they can, sleep when they can, and screw when they can because there's always the chance it's their last.
If I don't come back from the North, at least I got to have some delicious vittles and a nice glass of wine with my baby sister. The Soiree, as fancy as it was, wasn't my kind of thing. The wine wasn't half bad.
I like soldiers gatherings with alcohol, stories of friends who have left us, and the maudlin reflections that follow.
But I do like a good feast, and Sir Miles and I can pack away food like -no one- else. Old soldiers know to eat when they can, sleep when they can, and screw when they can because there's always the chance it's their last.
If I don't come back from the North, at least I got to have some delicious vittles and a nice glass of wine with my baby sister. The Soiree, as fancy as it was, wasn't my kind of thing. The wine wasn't half bad.
Written By Eirene
Oct. 13, 2017, 12:16 p.m.(5/22/1007 AR)
I can't believe I have to write this.
Do not attempt to 'pet' mythical beasties and First Children.
It's like giving pinching the cheeks of your sharp as a dagger grandfather and going 'Ain't you cute'.
Do not attempt to 'pet' mythical beasties and First Children.
It's like giving pinching the cheeks of your sharp as a dagger grandfather and going 'Ain't you cute'.
Written By Eirene
Oct. 13, 2017, 10:11 a.m.(5/22/1007 AR)
You have to admit though, the Siren of Southport is a pretty damn cool title.
Written By Eirene
Oct. 12, 2017, 3:35 p.m.(5/20/1007 AR)
I'm not the only one giggling immaturely at 'Red Serpent' am I?
Written By Eirene
Oct. 12, 2017, 10:13 a.m.(5/20/1007 AR)
Before we journey north, I took a voyage home to the isles outside Southport. Oh how I missed real weather - perfect sun, sea breezes, clear blue waters...
We met a siren there. Asked her to nicely not sink our ships or drown our men. But oh...
I make no excuses or hide my attraction to men and woman alike. I'm Lycene- why would I deny myself the beauty and pleasure offered by half the world? But this creature, despite her animal nature, was beauty incarnate. Her song promised everything I'd ever wanted - pleasure, pain, desire, passion, lust, affection, admiration. I could have listened for hours and stood entranced and enthralled.
Even her speaking voice was unearthly melody made into words. But the negotiations went smoothly and our ships will be safe for now. She can't help being what she is, and if some damn fool gets too close then it's their own fault for not heeding the harbormaster's warnings.
I'll hear that song in my quiet moments, as I drift to sleep, as I die. Perhaps I'll hear it one more time before that happens.
We met a siren there. Asked her to nicely not sink our ships or drown our men. But oh...
I make no excuses or hide my attraction to men and woman alike. I'm Lycene- why would I deny myself the beauty and pleasure offered by half the world? But this creature, despite her animal nature, was beauty incarnate. Her song promised everything I'd ever wanted - pleasure, pain, desire, passion, lust, affection, admiration. I could have listened for hours and stood entranced and enthralled.
Even her speaking voice was unearthly melody made into words. But the negotiations went smoothly and our ships will be safe for now. She can't help being what she is, and if some damn fool gets too close then it's their own fault for not heeding the harbormaster's warnings.
I'll hear that song in my quiet moments, as I drift to sleep, as I die. Perhaps I'll hear it one more time before that happens.
Written By Eirene
Oct. 12, 2017, 10:06 a.m.(5/20/1007 AR)
Alas, poor Ratigan, we barely knew you.
Better you than some poor sailor.
At least it didn't eat the container vials. Eat. Transport. Magically vanish. Same result not matter what you call it.
Don't mind me, Scholar, just rambling aloud.
Better you than some poor sailor.
At least it didn't eat the container vials. Eat. Transport. Magically vanish. Same result not matter what you call it.
Don't mind me, Scholar, just rambling aloud.
Written By Eirene
Oct. 11, 2017, 10:28 a.m.(5/18/1007 AR)
I read reports of other people going off on adventures and finding mythical beasts and First Children (Same difference) and here I am stuck in workshops and offices and reading reports and detailing findings.
I'm looking forward to marching off to war once more. Put me back in my element saving lives and taking them. I'm going stir-crazy in Arx.
And I want to see some crazy-ass mythical beastie someday. Demons, not again. Or the fomorai. Though the skull is a nice trophy.
I'm looking forward to marching off to war once more. Put me back in my element saving lives and taking them. I'm going stir-crazy in Arx.
And I want to see some crazy-ass mythical beastie someday. Demons, not again. Or the fomorai. Though the skull is a nice trophy.
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