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Written By Victus

Sept. 15, 2017, 11:41 p.m.(3/21/1007 AR)

Relationship Note on Edain

The High Lord is right. He and I have been at each other's throats since I came to this city, years of rivalry and plenty of nasty shit has been sent flying at each other over the littlest things. I ain't much of a man for honor and fancy suits of armor, the Oathlands are fucking foreign as could be to me. But I don't consider myself a close-minded man nonetheless. Used to. Not anymore.

For what it's worth, I buried all of my troubles with Edain the day he asked me to duel in our final Rite to Gloria. He offered to bury the hatchet then and I've obliged. He is a Prince, he is my ally in the Compact and soon our family's will be connected as well. Whatever else comes between us I'm willing to face forward perhaps not as a friend, but as a man with respect for his equal.

Written By Victus

Sept. 14, 2017, 12:22 a.m.(3/17/1007 AR)

Relationship Note on Ira

Get a haircut.

Written By Victus

Sept. 14, 2017, 12:12 a.m.(3/17/1007 AR)

Let me run through some questions here.

Does the ship outmaneuver it's peers? Yes or no.

Does the ship blow other ships up in a quick fashion? Yes or no.

Does the ship handle well in rough conditions? Yes or no.

Does the ship have a well-maintained quality? Yes or no.

Answer half of these with yes and it doesn't matter how stupid of a color you painted it.

Written By Victus

Sept. 9, 2017, 3:09 a.m.(3/7/1007 AR)

Relationship Note on Alarissa

I have been told to clean my room and I obeyed.

What has my life come to?

Written By Victus

Sept. 9, 2017, 12:01 a.m.(3/7/1007 AR)

Mangata, oh Mangata

I'm sending a basket of fish to you tonight. I'm hoping you like them. I spent a day by the beach, praying and catching them with my bare hands. It was hard, but I'm sorry for what I did. I hope this makes it a little better.

Written By Victus

Sept. 1, 2017, 6:40 p.m.(2/17/1007 AR)

Relationship Note on Margot

I always did say you wore the pants in the relationship. Heh. Heheh. Heheheh. Hehehe, hahaha, hahahHAHAHA, HAHAHAHAHA!

(Scribe notes that this continued for longer than he would like to record before the High Lord was asked to leave the academy for noise disruptions.)

Written By Victus

Aug. 31, 2017, 6:15 p.m.(2/15/1007 AR)

To whoever left the figurine of Edain Valardin embracing my own figurine in the Thrax Estate's library...

I will find you.

Written By Victus

Aug. 30, 2017, 1:26 p.m.(2/13/1007 AR)

Relationship Note on Donella

Princess Donella Redrain. Princess of the Farhaven.

... Nah, doesn't sound as good.

Let me know when you're ready to come down from the blistering cold. I'll keep the rum warm.

Written By Victus

Aug. 30, 2017, 1:22 p.m.(2/13/1007 AR)

Relationship Note on Alarissa

There was a time when me marrying the regent of the Compact was one of the most poorly kept secrets this side of Arvum. That shit fell through quicker than I would have liked, but it's deep enough in the past and dramatics that who really cares anymore?

Still, now it seems I'm coming close to a wedding with a woman who was once slated to be queen. Weird how I keep falling in with all of these exceptional royals, but they always seem to produce the most tolerable ones of their ilk as well. This one though, she's prettier than most I've met and she's pretty damn good company too. Wouldn't have expected that from a Grayson blooded lady who went straight through Valardin nobility either. Those are two houses that Thrax and definitely myself have not had a spotless history with.

But here we are now. I'm ready to commit to this long lasting connection. I don't know if I really believe all the hype about 'love', but I can believe in a good companion for some years to come.

So here's to the future. Anyone who stands in your way stands in mine, 'till death and all of that shit.

Written By Victus

Aug. 29, 2017, 8:23 p.m.(2/11/1007 AR)

I feel the need to comment on the recent goings-on, if only to make a point long enough to say how ridiculous it has all been.

Were the words of this Shav girl unwise to be put into public view? Yeah, probably. Would it be that she had noble blood it may as well have been something she could easily get away with, but without that protection it seems like criticism rains down like a fucking sledgehammer. I don't care for this woman, I've never met her, never planning on it and I'm willing to bet she's never seen the Isles for what they are in her entire life. Did she speak a word of lie? Technically, no. That's good enough for me to consider her prayer justified if she wanted to be so blunt.

To those who are offended, there's no reason to let the words of a commoner Shav with a good mind for crafting pretty threads bother someone of your stations. You're Princes, Dukes, Counts and all the other titles that go right down the fucking ladder. If it gets under your skin to the point you'll start getting naked and tossing your clothes on the floor, then fine. I won't judge because I really don't give a fuck for pretty dresses.

But honestly now, it's a prayer from someone who doesn't have the whole story and perhaps never will because her business and Thrax's hardly correlate. Don't get your britches in a bunch, drink a little and take a deep breath.

Written By Victus

Aug. 24, 2017, 7:45 p.m.(2/1/1007 AR)

Bah, baked goods. All dead already, not any satisfaction to your catch or your kill.

Cookies are alright, but that's where I draw the fucking line.

Written By Victus

Aug. 21, 2017, 10:57 p.m.(1/24/1007 AR)

Now that I have some color back in my face I feel obliged to give my own thoughts on what's happened.

The fault of the horrible mistake made at the Shrine of Mangata is mine alone. Were I more attentive to my own prayers to the Goddess and had the self-control to keep my head in check while I was speaking to them, maybe that monster never would have come here. I don't know why, I'm not even sure of the how, but I know what happened is my burden to bear.

To the people of Thrax, you can rest the weight of our sailor's deaths on my shoulders. I know how all of you suffer the moment I laid eyes on my cousin's body. I will carry that suffering with me and as is my responsibility now, I'll find justice down to every last fucking man.

Don't fear the anger, because I sure as shit am not fearing my regret. Let it be what drives you forward in the weeks and months to come that we rebuild, gather our strength and raise up from the ashes better than we've ever been. Never forget the why, the who and what can be done about it. Many have tried to break us, no amount of tentacles will be what tears us down so long as the Isles stands.

Tears in our wake, never at our wake.

Written By Victus

Aug. 20, 2017, 12:14 a.m.(1/20/1007 AR)

Relationship Note on Dominic

You gave me orders not to die. I should've given you the same, you giant fucker. Not fucking likely anyone will fill the hole you're leaving here.

The flags of the Isles Canines will fly alongside the Thrax banner's. I'll show them what you built, cousin. It was something to be proud of, no more and no less.

Tears in our wake, never at our wake.

Written By Victus

Aug. 17, 2017, 6:03 p.m.(1/15/1007 AR)

You want to scribe something? Fine, record this and get the fuck out.

I'm alive.

Written By Victus

Aug. 13, 2017, 11:13 p.m.(1/8/1007 AR)

"When asked for comment on the Grand Melee's proceedings in the Tournament of Roses, this Scribe records that Victus Thrax let out a bellowing howl and promptly limped away with a championship title in hand. It is presumed he was favorable to its proceedings."

Written By Victus

Aug. 12, 2017, 2:22 p.m.(1/5/1007 AR)

Relationship Note on Denica

Sweet and artsy.

Written By Victus

Aug. 12, 2017, 1:13 p.m.(1/5/1007 AR)

So, tournament of roses. Kinda a weird name for a grand tournament made to beat the piss out of each other, but if beating the piss is what I'm gonna do, I'm not much for complaining. The leathers are tanned and my axes are polished. Plural that is, I haven't decided which one I wanna use yet.

Anything to get my mind off of all of these fucking ridiculous talking bugs and animal bullshit that's been ringing through the masses. Petrichor has a sick and twisted sense of humor, that much I'm sure of. Or maybe half the damn city is just hallucinating, frankly that would be more believable at this point.

Written By Victus

Aug. 6, 2017, 11:06 p.m.(12/22/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Monique

Red and Alarissa throw a good party, but fuck me, holding onto a bunch of steel silk all night was fucking nerve racking and I ain't gonna be parleyed into that again anytime soon.

Written By Victus

Aug. 6, 2017, 1:35 a.m.(12/20/1006 AR)

I did it. I went an entire night at a noble's ball, didn't break a sweat, didn't swear too much and didn't get utterly drunk. How I did so I got no fucking idea. Really I just wish I could document it in even the slightest of fancy words just so that I could remember it later, but maybe it was just meant to be a fucking miracle. You understand don't you, Scribe? Maybe you can think of something for me while we're sitting here.

Written By Victus

July 30, 2017, 8:24 p.m.(12/7/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Alaric

I met the King for drinks in the estate not too long ago. He drank my booze and he was nice about it.

You know what that makes him? What I like to call 'tolerable as fuck' for a noble.

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