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Written By Eirene

Sept. 13, 2017, 1:16 p.m.(3/16/1007 AR)

Dick jokes. That's what people are transcribing for Vellchor? Gods help us. Why can't that jackass eat and erase those instead of useful information? That bitched, why hasn't anyone made a 'pink canoe' joke about Reese's ship? Sexist, is what it is.

Other news, up to my eyeballs in work. Wouldn't have it any other way.

Written By Eirene

Sept. 11, 2017, 11:12 a.m.(3/12/1007 AR)

Mangata - after Lagoma, she's my number two favorite Goddess.

I've given the Phoenix orders to honor her and her purity by washing our tools in both water and alcohol, the two gifts she gives to the common man. Praise her weather by going to the beach for shore leave, literal. And a night of drinking in her honor.

Orders to drink and go to the beach. I don't think I'll get pushback from those.

And no, you can't transfer to my division; not unless you're a proven battle medic and ready to take orders from a bitch like me.

Written By Eirene

Sept. 7, 2017, 11:24 a.m.(3/1/1007 AR)

Off to do what I do; save mine and hurt theirs. The black hawk will flutter red and gold over the seas again, with other banners at our side. It'll be strange doing a Compact joint effort but good to have our allies at our side and NOT fighting monsters for once.

I modified the Phoenix battlecry knowing that Death is female.
"What do we say to the Queen of Endings?"
"Get away from them, you BITCH!"

I rather like it.

It will be odd being under Anze's command but I trust the big lug and more importantly, I trust Calypso's judgement.

Written By Eirene

Sept. 5, 2017, 10:23 a.m.(2/25/1007 AR)

Every time I take myself into the Archives to record my own thoughts and musings I pause to look at the books in the 'freshly scribed' section.

Some of you all never shut the fuck up, do you? I hope Vellichor is entertained, but I pity your scribes.

Random thoughts: All the talk about babies reminds me - I AM NOT A FUCKING MIDWIFE. You find someone who gives a shit about babies to handle that. Soldiers who get close to delivery do not go on a battlefield, they stay the fuck behind to ensure they can bring the next generation in safely, the ones the rest of us are truly fighting for. You want a person who knows babies, girl bits, and how to turn a breech just in case things go sideways. Or upside down.

Shit. I just admitted I know more than I let on, didn't I?

Still Not Birthing Any Babies.

Written By Eirene

Sept. 1, 2017, 10:05 a.m.(2/17/1007 AR)

None of you want to know what I use spoons for. It'll probably turn you off using them for a while.

Written By Eirene

Aug. 31, 2017, 10:33 a.m.(2/15/1007 AR)

Relationship Note on Thena

'Sensational bacon' is the name of my next memoir.

Written By Eirene

Aug. 30, 2017, 5:43 p.m.(2/13/1007 AR)

Sometimes I feel like things are things which happen to other people and I'm the one cleaning up the mess or left going what the flying fish-fry fuck just happened?!

Written By Eirene

Aug. 30, 2017, 2:33 p.m.(2/13/1007 AR)

I hate most people.
That is all.

Unrelated topic: The Gods
While I love Mangata for her beverages and brews, and the smell of the sea reminds me of home, I'm not really her girl.

Nor am I Gloria's, for all I am a warrior.

I'm Lagoma's through and through. The fire which can heal or harm depending on use.

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Strike that prior part. It's better put in a black.

Back to my earlier topic: I hate people.

Written By Eirene

Aug. 25, 2017, 6:02 p.m.(2/3/1007 AR)

Sometimes I feel like I'm at odds with half of Arvum, above and below.

I think I like it that way. I always thrive in the challenge.

But I found myself singing chanties as I went through endless stacks of reports at the Grace today, and I think I miss the docks at Southport and the ships and sailors coming in and out. It was an organized chaos which I admired.

Leave her Johnny, leave her oh. Leave her, Johnny, leave her.

Perhaps I need to go sailing for a bit.

Written By Eirene

Aug. 24, 2017, 10:26 a.m.(2/1/1007 AR)

I think I need a name for my Scientific Faith Research Squad. SFRS. Suffers. There we go. We have certainly suffered a few times when shit goes askew. And askew it will go because we are making this up as we go thanks to history eating scumbags.

Written By Eirene

Aug. 23, 2017, 1:48 p.m.(1/27/1007 AR)

Relationship Note on Ailith

It's rare I get along with anyone in the faith but the Serpah and I get along perfectly. She's logical and level headed and was a soldier before she went into service to the Crown.

Aaand there it is. That's why.

Written By Eirene

Aug. 23, 2017, 1:47 p.m.(1/27/1007 AR)

And all signs point to something -new- out there to kill us, add it to the list.

Written By Eirene

Aug. 21, 2017, 10:13 a.m.(1/22/1007 AR)

Quote from the Velenosa Fealty Supper

Anyone dies, I can't bring you back. Sorry. Can't fix death or dumb, and dying by poison at a Velenosa party is the height of fucking dumb

Written By Eirene

Aug. 17, 2017, 4:23 p.m.(1/15/1007 AR)

Relationship Note on Corban

Corban gets a bunch of well wishes. I get one condolence. Yep that's about right.

Written By Eirene

Aug. 16, 2017, 3:47 p.m.(1/13/1007 AR)

As if I needed more fucking titles to add on to the insanely long list...

I miss the old days when I hung around Southport and drank and screwed the occasional sailor or merchant and yelled at my trainees. Now I hang around Arx and drink and yell at trainees. And doctors. And the occasional adventurer. And priests. Haven't yelled at the King yet. YET. Give it time, bound to happen. Will I have a head after that? Yes, but 'on my neck' is the question.

Written By Eirene

Aug. 6, 2017, 12:05 p.m.(12/21/1006 AR)

I went to the White Midnight ball or whatever they called it. I wore white, but with Malvici red and gold. I looked... pretty? Fuck, I don't know. It was a proper dress with the usual expanse of skin tastefully displayed (Save the boob window, hate those) and a swirly skirt which was really just a bunch of hanging strips of cloth and shit. I guess it was pretty fashionable. I don't fucking know. Fashion is something other people do. I just want to wear comfortable clothes that keep my ass safe.

The setting was pretty impressive with the whole starry sky. If I was a romantic I'd have loved the fucking thing. As it was, it was dark and at least the liquor and company (the Redrains and the palace Seraph and the King) was good. Yeah, the King came by my table to hang. I told him where to find the good liquor as a thank you for pointing me to the best shit at his reception.

I like the guy.

Written By Eirene

Aug. 3, 2017, 1:17 p.m.(12/15/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Symonesse

As delivered by Carissa
To her most radient Majesty, Symonesse, Keeper of Light, Queen of the Compact and protector of the King;
Greetings.
In service to His Majesty as the Minister of Health and head of the Physicians of Arx, I would like to formally greet you and request audience so we might discuss the health and welfare of both your subjects and our most beloved King Alaric. I am a healer of repute and a student of esoteric matters, so it would be most helpful to beg an audience of Your Grace so I may better understand your skills and abilities to assist our goodly King.
With all due respect and admiration,
Lady Minister Guildmistress Eirene Malvici, Brigadier General of the Phoenix of Malvici

As dictacted by Eirene
So titles. Radiant. Call her that. She almost fucking -glows-. Keeper of Light was something I read somewhere, Queen, King's protector, blah blittly blah...
Greets. I'm head of Mini Health, Physicians, can we please meet so we can talk about the King, I study medicine and weird shit so I want to better understand how you help him. Hopefully we can get along and I can actually ease my mind over some things - uh don't put the last part. Sign it with every fucking title you can remember I have so it looks formal and shit. I hope she doesn't think I'm a stuffy prick though.

Written By Eirene

July 31, 2017, 5:55 p.m.(12/9/1006 AR)

Apparently spiders can write in fancier fucking cursive than I can. Who the hell knew.

In other words, must have the maids dust my damned room more.
I DON'T CARE IF THEY'RE AFRAID OF MY SKULL COLLECTION. You can put that in all block letters, scribe. Go ahead.

Written By Eirene

July 28, 2017, 3:50 p.m.(12/3/1006 AR)

I suspect in my past life I was a lawyer. Not a good one, but a lawyer. All I like to do is argue.

Or a sailor. I drink and cuss like one.

Maybe I was a nautical attorney. Like a ship's surgeon only for sailors who got their assess thrown in local clinks.

Written By Eirene

July 28, 2017, 3:48 p.m.(12/3/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Alaric

Message sent:
To His Majesty, King Alaric Grayson IV, Ruler of the Compact, etc. etc.
As your Minister of Health, I would like to request a time to sit with you and discuss the overall goals and needs of this posting, to ensure that your direction is being observed and met. We are blessed that we have no health crisis following the siege, but we should discuss overall what direction this posting is to take.

With all due respect and duty,
Lady Minister Eirene Malvici

Message Dictated:
Tell the King we should get together and figure out what the -fuck- this job is for, really. Am I, like, in charge of Arx's medical health or if a plague breaks out in, like, the fucking Thraxian shores I'm gonna be in charge of that? Fuck if I know. Really, what's he looking for?

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