Written By Aleksei
Jan. 17, 2018, 12:12 p.m.(12/25/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Victus
That is a _totally unfair thing to include in a will._
Written By Eirene
Jan. 17, 2018, 11:45 a.m.(12/25/1007 AR)
Yes, I'm getting married.
No, that isn't a misprint.
No, I'm not pregnant.
Gods, people. I'm the daughter of a duchess and a member of a major house. Marriage is just one more duty to Southport.
No, that isn't a misprint.
No, I'm not pregnant.
Gods, people. I'm the daughter of a duchess and a member of a major house. Marriage is just one more duty to Southport.
Written By Eirene
Jan. 17, 2018, 10:47 a.m.(12/25/1007 AR)
Neither chance nor fate - my house words make me so damn proud.
Shit happens, we deal with it. We call on friends and allies, we put ourselves into danger, we think, we plan, we fight.
Our men are eaten and we rally loyal friends and veterans to our side. An army sits at my doorstep and we, unafraid and unashamed, call on those who would help us. And we have bested them without ever firing an arrow or drawing a damned sword. By showing them our power isn't just military, it's strategy. We're not just thugs with swords. We show compassion to the weak and strength to the strong.
Everyone in Malvici and our friends and allies - married into or out of the house, vassals, and our trusted friends... I am so fucking proud of you.
Now to continue the subtle fight in the shadows. Against the shadows.
Shit happens, we deal with it. We call on friends and allies, we put ourselves into danger, we think, we plan, we fight.
Our men are eaten and we rally loyal friends and veterans to our side. An army sits at my doorstep and we, unafraid and unashamed, call on those who would help us. And we have bested them without ever firing an arrow or drawing a damned sword. By showing them our power isn't just military, it's strategy. We're not just thugs with swords. We show compassion to the weak and strength to the strong.
Everyone in Malvici and our friends and allies - married into or out of the house, vassals, and our trusted friends... I am so fucking proud of you.
Now to continue the subtle fight in the shadows. Against the shadows.
Written By Derovai
Jan. 17, 2018, 10:29 a.m.(12/25/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Merek
We have yet to meet, but an opinion from a stranger: I confess a weakness for the blood orange tea at the Mercier: particularly tart and bracing, a challenging cup, but worth the effort to appreciate its depth. If you can brew a coffee of similar character, I will be the first at your door, wherever that may be.
Written By Caspian
Jan. 17, 2018, 9:36 a.m.(12/25/1007 AR)
I didn't write about my Rite to Gloria, did I? Well, let me do that! I fought Prince Galen Thrax, and it was a good fight. The guy can take a beating. Had good turn out and people seemed to enjoy it (but not much cheering for me). And I did a Rite to Jayus as well. For a guy who claims to not be that into religion I sure do a lot of rites. Which is amusing because Mae and Archlector Aleksei both tried to get me to join their respective discipleships, not yet, though! I ain't ready to become any priest.
Written By Alarissa
Jan. 17, 2018, 8:40 a.m.(12/25/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Serafine
She is a pearl of the highest order, dear Princess Velenosa. It will be a lucky man who stands with her as she guides Maelstrom, the Mourning Isles and moves side by side with the rest of the Compact to guide Arvum together in the future.
Written By Merek
Jan. 17, 2018, 4:24 a.m.(12/24/1007 AR)
I am wondering if I should try to make new trends of coffee. I like to make alcohol, and eventually perhaps some tea, though coffee seems to be my favorite. I'd be interested in knowing what others wish for the most!
Written By Merek
Jan. 17, 2018, 4:23 a.m.(12/24/1007 AR)
It was recently my birthday. I don't talk about it much though, things have been so busy. Like the one before it went by with little noted about it. I am grateful for a lot of things, especially family!
Written By Serafine
Jan. 17, 2018, 2:56 a.m.(12/24/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Alarissa
Your husband's description of your daughter, whom I'm told is a pearl of a beautiful girl, brings to mind a squalling infant made entirely of tentacles and rage, spewing bodily fluids in every direction.
I can't sleep now. It's a description that haunts me.
My children were more like bundles of dough covered in arrowheads and teeth. I mean, they grew out of it, but-
-YES, scholar, I know very well that Astrid is a princess and adorable as most babies are. But did you read what he wrote? He made her sound like a feces ejaculating squid-monster. That he adores and loves to pieces.
Wriggling, poo-covered pieces.
I can't sleep now. It's a description that haunts me.
My children were more like bundles of dough covered in arrowheads and teeth. I mean, they grew out of it, but-
-YES, scholar, I know very well that Astrid is a princess and adorable as most babies are. But did you read what he wrote? He made her sound like a feces ejaculating squid-monster. That he adores and loves to pieces.
Wriggling, poo-covered pieces.
Written By Serafine
Jan. 17, 2018, 2:52 a.m.(12/24/1007 AR)
-shit, I got beer all over this page, SCHOLAR! STOP WRITING and get m-
Written By Talen
Jan. 17, 2018, 2:49 a.m.(12/24/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Victus
My son chews on a wooden duck he was gifted while I think about the fact that I'd do any deplorable thing to keep him from being harmed. It's strange how it changes you.
I'm just hoping our next isn't picking fights with near mythical beasts from the get go.
I'm just hoping our next isn't picking fights with near mythical beasts from the get go.
Written By Vanora
Jan. 17, 2018, 2:44 a.m.(12/24/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Driskell
So if I was of a mind to consider your suggestion, would you come with me? I'm not sure I know the way.
Written By Victus
Jan. 17, 2018, 1:47 a.m.(12/24/1007 AR)
Little over a decade ago I stormed beaches aplenty as a tyrant's attack dog. Now, I stare down from the other side of things.
I couldn't believe where I am now for a long time. Even as I'm staring at the crown, even when I sit in the throne and stare out at thousands of men preparing for war. It didn't seem real. But days turned to months. Months are becoming years. The things that require shits to be given is steadily growing. I don't think there'll ever come a time when I can look at myself in the mirror and say "Yeah, you're a leader."
But I can do one better when I look at myself and say "Yeah, I got this."
The more I think about our odds the less I tend to like them. It makes one think, what's my presence leaving this world gonna be like? Good, bad, other? Eh, if I had to guess not so bad. But not so bad isn't good, and it sure as shit isn't great either. There's no reason to settle for mediocrity when you don't get a second chance. Ya' don't plant trees to enjoy the shade, you do it so a hundred others after ya' get to.
There's a lot of my life to be regretful for. The stupidity of young power trips, the things I let happen under my watch, the hundred little things a drunk man fucks up as time goes on. There's a lot to apologize for and I can't imagine I've given out even half of what I need to. Forever cleaning up is preferable to forever fucking up though. Eventually, you might have peace.
There's one thing though that I can proudly say I've brought into this world before I'm gone. Astrid. Battleborn, Kraken's Terror. The eyes of the woman who has completed my life in ways I can only begin to describe. Truly, I've never made anything more perfect than this tiny lump that throws up and shits itself at a whim.
My little girl, you'll be fighting your whole life in our corner of the world. For every inch, my slayer of the depths. You'll grow strong and beautiful, with a Goddess smiling on the light you bring. Nobody shall rule forever and when the weight of this crown is on your head, I know you'll carry it better than anyone else did. You're born for it, and you'll be taught to survive.
Soon enough it will be time to construct a will to put all the shit in order in case nothing's I write about today doesn't mean a damn. Sure I could go off announcing my immortality and inevitable victory, but nothing worth having is ever gained without giving something in return. In this case it will end up being many, many lives no matter what way you spin it.
I've thought of one particular thing that I want to be logged publically so none can deny it's validity:
As a final request, I would like Archlector Aleksei and Duke Harald Grimhall to physically and literally "hug it out".
I couldn't believe where I am now for a long time. Even as I'm staring at the crown, even when I sit in the throne and stare out at thousands of men preparing for war. It didn't seem real. But days turned to months. Months are becoming years. The things that require shits to be given is steadily growing. I don't think there'll ever come a time when I can look at myself in the mirror and say "Yeah, you're a leader."
But I can do one better when I look at myself and say "Yeah, I got this."
The more I think about our odds the less I tend to like them. It makes one think, what's my presence leaving this world gonna be like? Good, bad, other? Eh, if I had to guess not so bad. But not so bad isn't good, and it sure as shit isn't great either. There's no reason to settle for mediocrity when you don't get a second chance. Ya' don't plant trees to enjoy the shade, you do it so a hundred others after ya' get to.
There's a lot of my life to be regretful for. The stupidity of young power trips, the things I let happen under my watch, the hundred little things a drunk man fucks up as time goes on. There's a lot to apologize for and I can't imagine I've given out even half of what I need to. Forever cleaning up is preferable to forever fucking up though. Eventually, you might have peace.
There's one thing though that I can proudly say I've brought into this world before I'm gone. Astrid. Battleborn, Kraken's Terror. The eyes of the woman who has completed my life in ways I can only begin to describe. Truly, I've never made anything more perfect than this tiny lump that throws up and shits itself at a whim.
My little girl, you'll be fighting your whole life in our corner of the world. For every inch, my slayer of the depths. You'll grow strong and beautiful, with a Goddess smiling on the light you bring. Nobody shall rule forever and when the weight of this crown is on your head, I know you'll carry it better than anyone else did. You're born for it, and you'll be taught to survive.
Soon enough it will be time to construct a will to put all the shit in order in case nothing's I write about today doesn't mean a damn. Sure I could go off announcing my immortality and inevitable victory, but nothing worth having is ever gained without giving something in return. In this case it will end up being many, many lives no matter what way you spin it.
I've thought of one particular thing that I want to be logged publically so none can deny it's validity:
As a final request, I would like Archlector Aleksei and Duke Harald Grimhall to physically and literally "hug it out".
Written By Joscelin
Jan. 17, 2018, 1:10 a.m.(12/24/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Thena
Do I get to call you 'cousin' now?
I'll drink with you. I might end up naked and showing you more of me than you'd like, but I promise it'll end up in laughter and smiles.
I'll drink with you. I might end up naked and showing you more of me than you'd like, but I promise it'll end up in laughter and smiles.
Written By Joscelin
Jan. 17, 2018, 1:08 a.m.(12/24/1007 AR)
I think my eyes are going to fall out of my head.
Where did my fingers go? Did they fall off?
Where did my fingers go? Did they fall off?
Written By Caelis
Jan. 17, 2018, 12:41 a.m.(12/24/1007 AR)
The most daring thing I think I have planned for a while will be trying to pawn more sweets of the cooks. I am happy to do my part and save lives, but next time I believe I will try to do so less pregnant. I say this knowing if we go to war at sea tomorrow-nothing will keep me off my ship, but as far as endeavors on land go, I have quite had my fill until the baby comes. It would seem hanging around at my cousins sides has at least given me enough of an education in land tactics that with Princess Alis to help we avoided casualties. Perhaps Alis and I won't find out if the other sibling throws his shoes.
May your hopes find safe harbors.
May your hopes find safe harbors.
Written By Calaudrin
Jan. 17, 2018, 12:13 a.m.(12/24/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Thena
I mean we could just do that. If you wanted.
Written By Mae
Jan. 17, 2018, 12:13 a.m.(12/24/1007 AR)
*This is a sketch of a man, hunched forward over a table, staring at a sheet of paper. On his face rests a look that is equal parts disappointment and frustration. His hair is kept short and a thin, unkempt beard grows on his face. Despite the disregard for fine grooming, the man is objectively handsome, with a strong jaw, a straight nose, and light eyes. Those familiar with the man will likely recognize a certain Boroughs-based Playwright.*
Written By Alexis
Jan. 16, 2018, 11:58 p.m.(12/24/1007 AR)
Southport is called the City of Blades, and while I wish I could have visited it under better circumstances, at least there weren't riots while I was there, which speaks well of the dedication of Duchess Calypso and the Mavlici as a whole, being able to soothe the people in their time of need - and look after those needs.
Serving as bodyguard brought me back to my squiring days, and I can only hope Princess Alis and the Princess-Consort Caelis found my services adequate.
Also, I really need to practice my riding more.
Serving as bodyguard brought me back to my squiring days, and I can only hope Princess Alis and the Princess-Consort Caelis found my services adequate.
Also, I really need to practice my riding more.
Written By Thena
Jan. 16, 2018, 11:50 p.m.(12/24/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Calaudrin
Because every time I hang out with anyone everything ends up dark as fuck?
Maybe I should drink more...
Maybe I should drink more...
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