Written By Victus
Oct. 26, 2017, 10:46 p.m.(6/21/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Alis
Is there really a need to twist words like this? If so, you may as well say them to my face rather than moving across the edge in other ways. I fucking hate dragging dirty disputes into the public view, but this one needs to be clarified.
The exact words used, in reference to an item that your brother passed on were, "He gave it to her without a thought to anyone else.". I made this statement while you were implying what /you/ wanted done with this item. The implication was not that your brother didn't love you enough, nor that your brother didn't think of you, nor anything because I didn't know the man. What I was getting across was "The man made his choice, respect his choice". I did not think it worth disputing how a man's final wishes should be handled.
If you take problem or offense to me, say it to my face. Don't parade it out here for everyone else to see so we can make a big dramatic show of it. It ain't mature and it ain't becoming of someone in your station to speak about the ones you call allies underhandedly like this. It's a misunderstanding and we can move passed it.
The exact words used, in reference to an item that your brother passed on were, "He gave it to her without a thought to anyone else.". I made this statement while you were implying what /you/ wanted done with this item. The implication was not that your brother didn't love you enough, nor that your brother didn't think of you, nor anything because I didn't know the man. What I was getting across was "The man made his choice, respect his choice". I did not think it worth disputing how a man's final wishes should be handled.
If you take problem or offense to me, say it to my face. Don't parade it out here for everyone else to see so we can make a big dramatic show of it. It ain't mature and it ain't becoming of someone in your station to speak about the ones you call allies underhandedly like this. It's a misunderstanding and we can move passed it.
Written By Victus
Oct. 19, 2017, 3:53 p.m.(6/6/1007 AR)
The recent talks of fixing past mistakes has me thinking on a fucking long tangent that I've been falling into day after day. Thrax as a family and a House has plenty of terrible things happen in their wake, usually drawn upon for strength as well. There's no apologizing but there are regrets a plenty that run back centuries. Crownbreaker wars comes to mind. The tyrannical hand of Donrai is another.
Fear is something that keeps popping up in my head. Fear is an interesting thing. Some would call it weakness, yet one of its primary strengths is allowing the man who trembles with it to survive. It's instinct, survival. Something you can be taught to ignore that can lead you to do grand things, but drastically lower your life expectancy at the same time. For centuries, fear was exactly how the Mourning Isles survived as a great power. But not because we felt it, because we inflicted it on others. Something that I'll freely admit to misusing in my early days of ruler-ship.
I've come to realize that to rule through fear is to rule by insecurity. When your people must be pacified and their oppression silenced, you rob yourself of the challenge that change brings. Not only that but you also rob your people of the strength that lays within the act of self-reflection, second-guessing, criticizing one's self for what they've done. To silence oppression is not to solidify one's rule, it's to hastily bolt it together for the short-term while you hide yourself deeper in your own weakness.
Some people even find that change is scary. I disagree. To lack the ability to adapt is in itself a weakness that you should never fall to. Men will die for their pride and go to extreme lengths to never admit when they've been wrong. That's just fucking silly isn't it? In battle you fight with the weapons that will kill, not the ones that will tickle. Your sword can be the shiniest, golden cock-like phallus compared to everyone else. But it'll rust, it'll bend, it'll break. Time won't let it survive on its own. You have to take care of it.
My uncle Donrai ruled with an iron fist and cultivated fear of the masses and his political enemies to never turn him away. He held together the Isles, but in the end where did it lead? A reputation of evil and spat upon by his own family. That's not the legacy a just hand leaves, that's what a fucking coward leaves behind. A coward who silenced people who disagreed with him was his fatal flaw. He could never adapt to the world and he paid the ultimate price.
The point I'm trying to make here is that change is for the better, and mistakes of the past exist to be learned from. Not to be repeated because it worked well-enough at the time. Time keeps going and it doesn't give a fuck about you. We all turn to dust one day.
Ah fuck this, I'm not a philosopher. Scribe go home. Where's the damn rum?
Fear is something that keeps popping up in my head. Fear is an interesting thing. Some would call it weakness, yet one of its primary strengths is allowing the man who trembles with it to survive. It's instinct, survival. Something you can be taught to ignore that can lead you to do grand things, but drastically lower your life expectancy at the same time. For centuries, fear was exactly how the Mourning Isles survived as a great power. But not because we felt it, because we inflicted it on others. Something that I'll freely admit to misusing in my early days of ruler-ship.
I've come to realize that to rule through fear is to rule by insecurity. When your people must be pacified and their oppression silenced, you rob yourself of the challenge that change brings. Not only that but you also rob your people of the strength that lays within the act of self-reflection, second-guessing, criticizing one's self for what they've done. To silence oppression is not to solidify one's rule, it's to hastily bolt it together for the short-term while you hide yourself deeper in your own weakness.
Some people even find that change is scary. I disagree. To lack the ability to adapt is in itself a weakness that you should never fall to. Men will die for their pride and go to extreme lengths to never admit when they've been wrong. That's just fucking silly isn't it? In battle you fight with the weapons that will kill, not the ones that will tickle. Your sword can be the shiniest, golden cock-like phallus compared to everyone else. But it'll rust, it'll bend, it'll break. Time won't let it survive on its own. You have to take care of it.
My uncle Donrai ruled with an iron fist and cultivated fear of the masses and his political enemies to never turn him away. He held together the Isles, but in the end where did it lead? A reputation of evil and spat upon by his own family. That's not the legacy a just hand leaves, that's what a fucking coward leaves behind. A coward who silenced people who disagreed with him was his fatal flaw. He could never adapt to the world and he paid the ultimate price.
The point I'm trying to make here is that change is for the better, and mistakes of the past exist to be learned from. Not to be repeated because it worked well-enough at the time. Time keeps going and it doesn't give a fuck about you. We all turn to dust one day.
Ah fuck this, I'm not a philosopher. Scribe go home. Where's the damn rum?
Written By Victus
Oct. 19, 2017, 2:17 p.m.(6/6/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Eleyna
Enjoy your stay, Archduchess. Here's where things get fucking crazy.
Written By Victus
Oct. 19, 2017, 12:42 a.m.(6/5/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Alarissa
Eating bacon for five months sounds like more torture than a dress up party.
Written By Victus
Oct. 18, 2017, 8:20 p.m.(6/5/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Arianna
My cousin Dominic, rest his soul, had a familiar term he would go back to whenever things were too heated for his discourse.
"I'm going to go take a shit, be back later." And so he would. I impart this wisdom onto you, Lady Stonewood. May it help in your future discussions that turn loud and unsavory.
"I'm going to go take a shit, be back later." And so he would. I impart this wisdom onto you, Lady Stonewood. May it help in your future discussions that turn loud and unsavory.
Written By Victus
Oct. 18, 2017, 8:18 p.m.(6/5/1007 AR)
Actually now that I read through the rest of the entries today, could have picked a better day to talk about bacon.
Written By Victus
Oct. 18, 2017, 8:10 p.m.(6/5/1007 AR)
Over the week I took some time to partake in an Oathland's delicacy called 'honey bacon'. It's slices of pig that are cooked and steam drizzled with sticky bee stuff. I've eaten a lot of strange things in my time but fuck me did /that/ one make me feel fat. I think my heart is about ready to burst from how it keeps trying to burn up through my throat.
Do I regret it though? Fuck no I don't. Maybe once every blue moon, when I don't need to make sure I'm mobile in the morning.
I'm told that knights of the Oathlands also do rigorous exercises in order to burn away what the sizzling-sweet shit does to your body. I have to think if they just skipped the bacon entirely they'd be the Compact's greatest warriors, but it seems like that's some sort of heresy in those parts. I can see why. If someone told me they didn't like to spear their own octopus on the table while it tries to escape the hunter with fork and knife, I'd believe they were pretty fucking weird too.
Do I regret it though? Fuck no I don't. Maybe once every blue moon, when I don't need to make sure I'm mobile in the morning.
I'm told that knights of the Oathlands also do rigorous exercises in order to burn away what the sizzling-sweet shit does to your body. I have to think if they just skipped the bacon entirely they'd be the Compact's greatest warriors, but it seems like that's some sort of heresy in those parts. I can see why. If someone told me they didn't like to spear their own octopus on the table while it tries to escape the hunter with fork and knife, I'd believe they were pretty fucking weird too.
Written By Victus
Oct. 12, 2017, 3:49 p.m.(5/20/1007 AR)
It's a play on the Thraxian flag, you fuckin' perverts. Get your minds out of the gutter.
My Red Serpent is huge and I'm damn proud of it.
My Red Serpent is huge and I'm damn proud of it.
Written By Victus
Oct. 12, 2017, 3:02 p.m.(5/20/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Leona
You say those words, but I don't believe them. My image of you as a queen of ice lording over a bunch of stonefaced knights still seems a lot funnier to me. But regardless, yeah I'll probably be there. Free food after all.
Written By Victus
Oct. 12, 2017, 2:44 p.m.(5/20/1007 AR)
Final note for today since a proclamation seems a little much:
The Embassy of the Waves is officially open in the Maelstrom. Those of you who wish to parley with our new Elven friends I'm afraid will have to make the journey to the Mourning Isles, but I promise the lot of us don't bite.
Really though, I'd invite everyone into that little place if you'd all fit. It's a beautiful thing. Desires for meeting can be sent directly to our own diplomats managing the Embassy itself, but I can't promise that the Marin'alfar will always be available given our fight.
The Embassy of the Waves is officially open in the Maelstrom. Those of you who wish to parley with our new Elven friends I'm afraid will have to make the journey to the Mourning Isles, but I promise the lot of us don't bite.
Really though, I'd invite everyone into that little place if you'd all fit. It's a beautiful thing. Desires for meeting can be sent directly to our own diplomats managing the Embassy itself, but I can't promise that the Marin'alfar will always be available given our fight.
Written By Victus
Oct. 12, 2017, 2:33 p.m.(5/20/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Brianna
Haha, hahaha, HAHAHAHA!
Good fucking luck.
Good fucking luck.
Written By Victus
Oct. 12, 2017, 2:31 p.m.(5/20/1007 AR)
As Thrax strives to become closer united to the Compact, those who don't wish to share a Compact with Thrax slowly come out of the cracks. It's a damn shame when I of all people have to shake my head at someone's close-minded nature. At the very least those who make the decisions that actually fucking matter don't share the same lack of inclusiveness for an Ally and lack of compassion for a people that struggle to find their lost roots.
Whatever the fuck they want to say in the shadows doesn't concern me. Thrax won't stray, and it won't stop helping its people find their proper path while we have a Herald ready to swallow our homelands.
To end this entry with a bit less of my own prattling, the reformations of Thralldom are steadily beginning to trickle through the paperwork. Eyes on the future boys, it's a good one.
Whatever the fuck they want to say in the shadows doesn't concern me. Thrax won't stray, and it won't stop helping its people find their proper path while we have a Herald ready to swallow our homelands.
To end this entry with a bit less of my own prattling, the reformations of Thralldom are steadily beginning to trickle through the paperwork. Eyes on the future boys, it's a good one.
Written By Victus
Oct. 12, 2017, 2:20 p.m.(5/20/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Leona
I share you distaste for bright colors and fancy parties designed to be 'fun', but really are just the epitome of social dick-waving. Even for the ones that lack a dick you can find plenty of waving happening.
So do what I do, think toward your positives:
Free food
Free booze
Free entertainment
Freedom to leave when things get boring.
And the rest, I have zero grasp on why anyone enjoys these things. I merely assume we're cut from a different species and leave it at that. Anything more makes my fucking head hurt. I'll stick to sharpening the axe and grunting like a fucking dog.
So do what I do, think toward your positives:
Free food
Free booze
Free entertainment
Freedom to leave when things get boring.
And the rest, I have zero grasp on why anyone enjoys these things. I merely assume we're cut from a different species and leave it at that. Anything more makes my fucking head hurt. I'll stick to sharpening the axe and grunting like a fucking dog.
Written By Victus
Oct. 11, 2017, 2:47 p.m.(5/18/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Corban
You treat my damn cousin right.
Written By Victus
Oct. 8, 2017, 11:45 p.m.(5/13/1007 AR)
Everyday, I'm a little angrier. Everyday I look out to the shores where our ships were capsized by a beast, and I get angry. Everyday I think of what the Marin'alfar must have suffered while we laid in ignorance, and I get angry. When Mangata's light blessed our weapons and we slew Abyssal demons by the dozens, I was angry then too. Anger is a funny thing. It makes you do blind, stupid things. But then again it allows you to conquer what seems insurmountable, just by igniting that little bit of extra fucking fire in your soul.
I'm happy when I'm angry as strange as that sounds. It means I have odds that must be surpassed, work that needs doing, enemies that need an axe driven through their thick tainted skulls. Sitting in my office like a fucking politician isn't the life for me. I don't talk pretty and I don't bullshit with silks, but Thrax stays strong while I hold the reins. I've never been more assured in anything than I am in the future I see. The future and legacy I'll carve for the Mourning Isles.
The Herald in the Deeps can try to stop me. He can fucking try and he'll fail. His body will be mounted on the cross next, mark my words.
I'm happy when I'm angry as strange as that sounds. It means I have odds that must be surpassed, work that needs doing, enemies that need an axe driven through their thick tainted skulls. Sitting in my office like a fucking politician isn't the life for me. I don't talk pretty and I don't bullshit with silks, but Thrax stays strong while I hold the reins. I've never been more assured in anything than I am in the future I see. The future and legacy I'll carve for the Mourning Isles.
The Herald in the Deeps can try to stop me. He can fucking try and he'll fail. His body will be mounted on the cross next, mark my words.
Written By Victus
Oct. 7, 2017, 6:29 p.m.(5/10/1007 AR)
We'll all die.
It's gonna be fucking fun though!
It's gonna be fucking fun though!
Written By Victus
Sept. 26, 2017, 10:36 p.m.(4/15/1007 AR)
What's that thing I used to say? "Talk talk talk, too much talk by nobles..." Blah blah blah. "Things aren't solved by endless words in the council chamber".
How the mighty have fallen. Suppose I need to start fucking about with some other saying.
How the mighty have fallen. Suppose I need to start fucking about with some other saying.
Written By Victus
Sept. 23, 2017, 1:18 p.m.(4/8/1007 AR)
It's been a long time since I set foot on the Maelstrom's cold, unforgiving surface. Many I know were horrified by what they saw, but the people of the Isles have a certain... taste in art that is often more slated toward the horror. Though what's horrifying for some is home to me. Never have I felt more liberated then when I stand in the halls of the Fortress or sit upon its throne. It was a breath of fresh air and one that's left me returning to Arx more invigorated than fuckin' ever.
I wanna address something I brought up in my parting speech to the Maelstrom before I set off for Arx again. I specifically wanted to address all the women that had participated in driving back the Deeps, for there were many and they proved invaluable. Often times it is considered bad luck for a woman to even pray on board a vessel of the Thrax. As time goes on, I'm seeing how much more ridiculous it can be to ostracize based on someone's fucking privates.
When you think of when the Maelstrom was defended from the living dead, never forget Princess Reese and her shield wall. When you walk the Pilgrim's Path to pay your respects to the Gods, remember that it was Countess Arcelia that brought this to you. When you visit the soon to be Embassy of the Waves to learn from the Marin'alfar, remember that Prince Victus took a crew of female seers to broach those alliances in the first place (and that Duke Asger bit a shark. He really did.) Ladies came to the Isles bearing arms and prayer and they were answered by the Goddess herself to steer us true. I've seen it with my own eyes and I don't dare even think of denying it.
Remember who our allies are now, Thrax. We stood united together to drive back the threat of Mangata's Reflection from breaching the Compact and we did it fucking spectacularly. Now we are only stronger and we will use that strength to continue to defend our brothers and sisters, as we only should.
As a personal side note, it looks like I'll be stuck on the mainland for awhile longer with my wife's new cavalcade of perfume. The rest of you may as well make your stay tolerable as well.
I wanna address something I brought up in my parting speech to the Maelstrom before I set off for Arx again. I specifically wanted to address all the women that had participated in driving back the Deeps, for there were many and they proved invaluable. Often times it is considered bad luck for a woman to even pray on board a vessel of the Thrax. As time goes on, I'm seeing how much more ridiculous it can be to ostracize based on someone's fucking privates.
When you think of when the Maelstrom was defended from the living dead, never forget Princess Reese and her shield wall. When you walk the Pilgrim's Path to pay your respects to the Gods, remember that it was Countess Arcelia that brought this to you. When you visit the soon to be Embassy of the Waves to learn from the Marin'alfar, remember that Prince Victus took a crew of female seers to broach those alliances in the first place (and that Duke Asger bit a shark. He really did.) Ladies came to the Isles bearing arms and prayer and they were answered by the Goddess herself to steer us true. I've seen it with my own eyes and I don't dare even think of denying it.
Remember who our allies are now, Thrax. We stood united together to drive back the threat of Mangata's Reflection from breaching the Compact and we did it fucking spectacularly. Now we are only stronger and we will use that strength to continue to defend our brothers and sisters, as we only should.
As a personal side note, it looks like I'll be stuck on the mainland for awhile longer with my wife's new cavalcade of perfume. The rest of you may as well make your stay tolerable as well.
Written By Victus
Sept. 20, 2017, 3:58 p.m.(4/2/1007 AR)
The Children of Mangata and their city beneath the waves was truly beautiful. I wish I could have brought so many more to see the Elve's homelands for the sheer majesty that it presented. I've no doubt in my mind now what should be done for Thrax, the knowledge that we have lost to the centuries of who we truly were so many lifetimes ago.
It's a wonderful day for progress.
It's a wonderful day for progress.
Written By Victus
Sept. 18, 2017, 7:50 a.m.(3/26/1007 AR)
I'm so tired.
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