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Written By Eirene

Oct. 11, 2017, 10:26 a.m.(5/18/1007 AR)

Relationship Note on Shae

We have a Physician's Guild for a reason...

Written By Eirene

Oct. 9, 2017, 12:08 p.m.(5/14/1007 AR)

As reported by Carissa:

Ask the Queen-Elf if there's any fucking elven importance to a total spontaneous Lagoma-lady-of fire-damned clue why blackout. Again. This is the second fucking time it's happened... They like nighttime and darkness and shit so maybe there's an elven thing to it?

As sent:
Your radiant majesty, as long lived as you and your peoples are, have you ever heard of such an event as a spontaneous eclipse? I know your people tend to favor night and the darkness so are there elven significances to such a thing?

With respect
Lady Eirene Malvici

Written By Eirene

Oct. 9, 2017, 10:27 a.m.(5/14/1007 AR)

For the record - I HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH THE BLACK SKY.

That is all.

Written By Eirene

Oct. 6, 2017, 10:34 a.m.(5/8/1007 AR)

Relationship Note on Alaric

As reported by Carissa.

As Sent:
To his Majesty, Alaric IV, of the line of Grayson, ruler of the Compact nations; greetings.

It comes to mind that there are many fine taverns in Arx, each with their own unique flavor and selection of beverages. I would like to propose an evening of visiting said taverns, so each may rightfully claim 'The King Drank Here'. Should this be to your liking, I will arrange it with the commander of the King's Own so it may be done.

As dictated:
Tell the King we should go on a fucking pub crawl. That'd be hilarity. I'd warn Leona first.

Written By Eirene

Oct. 4, 2017, 10:16 a.m.(5/3/1007 AR)

Relationship Note on Edain

I'd write the usual nonsense about hurting my niece resulting in death and more creative tortures but we all know you'll treat her with all respect and adoration so I'll forgo that and say 'Was fun to watch you slaughter our enemies at your wedding'. Limerance keep all your oaths true and your honor brighter than burnished steel.

Written By Eirene

Oct. 4, 2017, 10:15 a.m.(5/3/1007 AR)

Relationship Note on Caelis

Neither chance nor fate - we made the wedding a trap to give others the opportunity they needed. We left nothing unprepared. That is Malvici's motto and we live up to it.

Much love to my wittle princess (consort) Caelis. If only MY wedding day could be full of bad singing and ambushes and counter-ambushes. I could do without the poisoning though.

No matter what surname you bear, you're always a Malvici. Do us proud.

Written By Eirene

Oct. 4, 2017, 10:13 a.m.(5/3/1007 AR)

Relationship Note on Daemon

Oh hush. You had one of the best damn trauma surgeons (myself) on you before you could lose too much blood. You'll get a sexy well-healed scar as a reminder of being a bloody idiot.

You're welcome.

Written By Eirene

Oct. 2, 2017, 10:03 a.m.(4/27/1007 AR)

Let this be my final journal if that is to be my fate.

Fuck you. Fuck me. Fuck everybody. Fuck our enemies hardest of all.

There. Succinct summary of my life.

Written By Eirene

Sept. 28, 2017, 10:15 a.m.(4/18/1007 AR)

Note to self: Warm Socks. Apparently spring in the North is as bad as Winter here. Fuck that.

Leading my men and maids onward into another fray, praying to the God of First Choice that we serve him well and that we don't screw this up. I saw that painting of the creature we're fighting against; true visage or not it still chilled me.

Freedom is important. I don't want to be another leaf on a great tree.

Written By Eirene

Sept. 27, 2017, 4:25 p.m.(4/16/1007 AR)

Relationship Note on Ida

If there's vulture themed tiny baby daggers I may even want to get one just to say 'I have a child sized baby dagger emblazoned with the bird of death on it.' Nevermind the fact I have no babies.

Written By Eirene

Sept. 26, 2017, 6:27 p.m.(4/14/1007 AR)

Sending my lads and ladies out again soon. I always worry like a mother hen, vulture though I am. They still care for their ugly ass little chicks all the same. I train them as best as I can and trust them to do Southport proud but I always worry. I know they won't all come back to me, I know they will see blood and pain and lose people they care about. All we can do is prepare them for this so they lose as little as possible. Keep 'em from meeting the Queen, Lagoma keep their life in their bodies. Greedy mother fuckers, are we.

Written By Eirene

Sept. 25, 2017, 10:21 a.m.(4/12/1007 AR)

And for the record, I didn't dream -anything-. I have enough bad dreams of the things I've seen to get visions of the ones I haven't.

Written By Eirene

Sept. 25, 2017, 10:13 a.m.(4/12/1007 AR)

So I just expanded the Physician's Guild to include Animal Doctors. Why the fuck not, right? Animals are a backbone of our economy. A commoner lives and dies by his horses and pigs and chickens and so why shouldn't we be concerned for their welfare and health? Pertichor would surely approve.

Written By Eirene

Sept. 21, 2017, 6:07 p.m.(4/4/1007 AR)

So don't do magic has become don't do -evil- magic.

Good distinction to note, as I've seen shit both magical and evilly magical in my time.

Written By Eirene

Sept. 21, 2017, 11:03 a.m.(4/4/1007 AR)

I'm going to entirely tune out the argument on slavery and thralldome to focus on a lovely bit of ugly black goo so kindly brought back to study. My thanks to the brave men and women, freeborn or thrall alike, who went through the Abyss and back, literally, to do so.

On that note, black goo studies anyone? Usual suspects to apply.

Written By Eirene

Sept. 20, 2017, 1:06 p.m.(4/2/1007 AR)

Father Orazio, who himself comes from the City of Swords, pointed out we do offer choice to those who have no heart or stomach for military service, even the non-violent yet essential roles I pointed out. They may always swear to the Crown or Faith and maintain the vows and requirements of said fealties instead of our own. So they have that choice, which is more than slaves or thralls may be offered.

See, perfectly fucking capable of making an intelligent statement without punctuating it with obscenities. Oh wait. Shit. I said fuck, didn't I. Dammit...

Written By Eirene

Sept. 20, 2017, 9:19 a.m.(4/2/1007 AR)

Went to the Freedom art exhibit.

Southport demands military service of her citizens. They are expected to serve. That is to say, we don't force them into a role they're not cut out for; those who wish not to fight nor cannot fight are a liability on a battlefield. This is why there is logistics and morale and medics like my own. Everyone serves to the best of their capacity, but everyone serves.

Just musing aloud.

Written By Eirene

Sept. 20, 2017, 9:17 a.m.(4/2/1007 AR)

Relationship Note on Doll

It was, as I put it, looking into a dark dirty mirror.

Do I really curse that much and look like a vulgar streetrat? Shitfire. See, there I go. Second nature. But I suppose as a commander of live-battle troops it's expected. Almost cherished. I at least have some tact and not every other word out of my mouth is a Limerance-damned obscenity.

Written By Eirene

Sept. 18, 2017, 12:21 p.m.(3/26/1007 AR)

Was I at the Silent Masque?

You'll never know.

*The scribe reports she cackled in amusement but wasn't sure how to transcribe that*

Written By Eirene

Sept. 15, 2017, 10:18 a.m.(3/20/1007 AR)

I hold no illusions, I am going to die a horrible death someday. When it happens, hold one hell of a wake for me? I've got enough liquor in my room to fuel the party for weeks. Some of it's actually quite good.

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