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Written By Eirene

July 25, 2017, 10:42 a.m.(11/24/1006 AR)

I never had an animal companion, but someday remind me to tell the story of the five legged dog...

Written By Eirene

July 24, 2017, 2:35 p.m.(11/23/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Artorius

Shut up you.
I remember watching her as a baby. Stupid sister of mine thinking I'd enjoy that kind of thing. Luckily we just sword-fought most of the time.

You don't get to call dibs on OLD. That's my territory.

Written By Eirene

July 24, 2017, 12:22 a.m.(11/22/1006 AR)

So the wolves or whatever they are in the Grey Forest don't act normal. I mean, come on, they're not normal to begin with, but they don't follow the standard laws of science...

Written By Eirene

July 24, 2017, 12:15 a.m.(11/22/1006 AR)

Had a lovely time at a wedding. I wore a dress even. With pants because it's a Malvici Wedding.

Written By Eirene

July 21, 2017, 4:22 p.m.(11/17/1006 AR)

I will never look at a naked Thraxian the same way again...

Written By Eirene

July 19, 2017, 4:03 p.m.(11/13/1006 AR)

One. None of you want to know the smells I smell on a regular basis.
Two. I am actually looking forward to Anze and Calypso's wedding.
Three. I'm an antisocial bitch who is a loner for a reason and should remember that. No offense to those who actually enjoy my company, but you're insane.
Four. I have too much on my plate and yet I want more. I'm a greedy Em-Eff is one of my battalino battlecries, after all. And I do want more... just of things I don't have.

Written By Eirene

July 14, 2017, 11:56 a.m.(11/2/1006 AR)

The scholars tell me writing your favorite smells seems to be the latest journaling trend.

Any of you fuckers leave scratch-and-sniff entries and I'm going to kick you.

Written By Eirene

July 12, 2017, 2:06 a.m.(10/26/1006 AR)

Marriage. Fuck that noise. I'll screw who I want unless my Duke orders me to screw someone and have their babies for the sake of politics. And I pity the poor son of a bitch that Hadrian -does- choose.

Written By Eirene

July 6, 2017, 11:16 a.m.(10/14/1006 AR)

As I surmised to the former-human now-elven woman, I think I was a ship's surgeon in a past life. Someone who lived on rum, whiskey, and bad bacon, cussed every other word, and got their hands bloody every other day.

I pity whomever ends up as me in the next life. They'll never be happy unless there's leather, bourbon, and someone to snark at.

Written By Eirene

June 29, 2017, 7:22 p.m.(10/1/1006 AR)

MIGHT not be the best thing to write in a public journal all fucking things considered but...

Elven bone and human bone are incredibly similar. Elves seem less dense.

This has been your 'What the hell does Eirene do with her spare time' moment.

Written By Eirene

June 23, 2017, 11:58 a.m.(9/16/1006 AR)

So as it stands, my official title is...

Lady Minister Guildmistress Brigadier General Eirene Malvici

Am I missing any?

Written By Eirene

June 21, 2017, 8 p.m.(9/11/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Niamh

I've been buried under paperwork and my own personal drama - draaaaaama. Be sure you draw that out, scribe...

Apparently Niamh died? How the fuck did that happen? How the fuck did I miss that?

We weren't close but we worked well together on those occasions fate threw us side by side. My condolences to the family that misses a sister, daughter, cousin... those who miss a friend and partner, and those who miss a sister-in-arms. May Gloria smile on her deeds, Lagoma renew her soul, and the Queen of Endings restore her when the time is proper.

Written By Eirene

June 15, 2017, 6:16 p.m.(8/27/1006 AR)

Where the fuck are you when I could use your help, you Fidante son of a bitch. I hope you're dead else I will have to find you and kick your ass.

This is as close as I get to saying I miss someone. Too many dead Fidantes...

Written By Eirene

June 15, 2017, 12:05 p.m.(8/26/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Narciso

Narciso -
When some madman walks into my hospital looking for imaginary people, my first reaction is to call for Doctor Ira's orderlies to cart him off to the home for the mentally not-all-here.

When said madman claims to be with the House of Questions, I give him a 'what the fuck' look and tell him to get a real Inquisitor to come back and verify that.

But when he started to sing and bring peace to my patients... I forgive him his madness.

And he's related to Blacktongue by all accounts which explains MUCH.

Now he's dead. Died honorably fighting the foes of the Compact, King, and all humanity.

I will eat a fucking green hat in his honor at his funeral.

Written By Eirene

June 14, 2017, 6:28 p.m.(8/25/1006 AR)

Hospital rounds. Pensions for the families. Budgets. Reports of agues and the thousand little things that happen with refugees.

I found time to drink with friends and support a duel which wasn't over something stupid as so many are.

I made a gift to Jayus and helped purify his temple.

I confirmed a nightmare or two and added a few more to my ever expanding repertoire. Every time I think 'well, that's the worst thing I've ever seen' something comes along to try to break that record. Won't be the last time that title gets challenged, but I don't think this, as bad as it was, is it.

Written By Eirene

June 8, 2017, 5 p.m.(8/13/1006 AR)

I'm waiting for the official shiny badge of office or announcement or something but I'm going to write this here.

Being the new head of a guild AND a ministry division means I have to watch what I fucking say in public now. Which sucks.

People don't seem to understand why I dislike authority and yet, I belong to a house known for military discipline and my own fierce adhesion to order and duty.

I like people who are doing what they're doing because they are qualified. Service in Southport is mandatory and no-one shows up in a position unless they deserve it. The noble family gets placed where they do the most good, plus the fact we have it trained into us even younger than our own population means we get commands and postings and rarely serve as rank and file. We can do more than that.

But I give respect where it's due, and I don't respect many who haven't rose through their ranks or done their time in service to earn that post.

So this is -going to be hard- but I'm an adult and the health and welfare of the Compact now depends on me. More than my lads and ladies.

Lagoma help us.

Written By Eirene

June 6, 2017, 12:55 p.m.(8/8/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Juliet

This journal may cost me friends but know what, fuck you.

My blunt honesty was something she said she loved about me, so I'm going to honor that and be who I am.

Juliet betrayed me. Broke my heart - and yes, I have one and yes, I cared for her.

When we first became lovers, I told her I did not want to give my affection and time to someone who placed themselves in harms way. Leave that to me. I didn't want to go through the grief and pain of losing someone to a horrific death on the battlefield.

So what does she do? Goes off and fights Brand.

I would -never- stand in the way of duty; we Malvici know that all to well. Duty always comes first.

But she had to put herself in that situation and I couldn't deal.

Then she went and got herself really messily killed. I don't know what, or what why... but it was everything I told her I couldn't bear to live through again.

So yes. I was going to break off our relationship. Even before she made a fool out of us at the Auction. That would have been our last time together. All of this, I would have told her.

And I'm also -pissed- no-one has let me see the scene. I'm a fucking doctor and have seen plenty of things just as obscene. So fuck you, don't try to shelter me, let me do my damn job and try to find out what happened to my friend. Let me face that nightmare and be done with it.

Written By Eirene

June 5, 2017, 4:55 p.m.(8/7/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Samantha

Message sent: To Marquessa Samantha Deepwater

Honored Minister -
Knowing Mother Mercy Sophie has her hands full with her work, and not being too aware of the credentials of others in the city, I would accept with honor if no more suitable candidates can be located.
In service to the crown,
Lady Eirene Malvici

As Dictated:
I know Sophie's too fucking busy and damned if I know anyone else who can do it, so tell her I fucking guess so, if I have to?

Written By Eirene

June 1, 2017, 7:48 p.m.(7/26/1006 AR)

Saving the lives of the wounded.
Saving the souls of the dead.

My job is pretty satisfying.

Written By Eirene

May 29, 2017, 7:01 p.m.(7/20/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Larissa

As reported by Clarissa:

Tell Miss Butter I'm glad I got auctioned off for a shit ton of silver but also glad I'm one of the last. May be funny to us but yeah; not a joke elsewhere. Makes us damn lucky we're Arvani. Fuck, imagine if I got bought by some creeper and for life? I'd probably gut the fucker but eh. Don't put that last part in.

Message delivered:

To the most elegant Larissa Whisper,

I am glad that my participation both raised money for charity and awareness for our own liberties. I can only hope this brings us all a better understanding of just how beautiful life in Arvum is.

With all honor and admiration,
Lady Brigadier Eirene Malvici

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