Written By Eirene
April 11, 2017, 3:33 p.m.(4/4/1006 AR)
Equal parts frightened and angry. A touch honored I fucked something up for someone else.
Oh who am I kidding. Fuck-ton more angry than scared.
Oh who am I kidding. Fuck-ton more angry than scared.
Written By Eirene
April 10, 2017, 2:12 p.m.(4/2/1006 AR)
The thing about tending to the wounded in a crisis like this - you find little time to do otherwise. Socialization is reduced to a minimum. Self-care is reduced to a minimum. Hygiene is the only thing I insist upon as a necessity but anything more than a soldier's bath for what's under my armor is a luxury. Cleaning and purifying the body and surgical instruments is not only a sacred ritual, it seems to work better when tools are clean. I can only assume that bodies do not like mingling humours between two different patients. Keep your fluids to yourself, thank you. We can't always ask for that in a battlefield condition - Lagoma knows you don't have time between every crisis patient to wash the blood off your hands before moving to the next, but we try, dammit. Wash the hands, bless the needles and saws in fire - even if it's not the holy fire exactly it seems to help by heating them over flame first to burn away the remnants of the last patient.
What was the point? I'm not even in the Archive proper, I'm dictating to a scribe who has the sad fate of recording wills and testimony of my patients. You poor fucker, this must be the shit job. Taking the words of the dying and giving them to a God who may not even be listening...
Ah. Point. I'm missing the horrible crisis explosions around the city. This fucking necromancer. An attack on the Hall of Heroes... A gods-damned goddess manifesting to half the city, my relatives included.
All I see are the aftermaths. A flood of new patients, here or the Grace. Stories. Prayers. Curses. Regrets. I keep dogs outside the hospitals to try to sniff out the mimics and invisibles. I keep mirrors on me to make sure my patients have souls. I touch wounds with the alaricite blade to make sure they're not abyssally tainted. I deal with superstition, fact, and fate on a regular basis and do everything I can to reduce it to fact and truth and keep that kind of thing -far- far far away from my wounded patients. They've been through enough.
I will everything I can do undo the damages done to our people and our lives. Greedy bitch that I am.
What was the point? I'm not even in the Archive proper, I'm dictating to a scribe who has the sad fate of recording wills and testimony of my patients. You poor fucker, this must be the shit job. Taking the words of the dying and giving them to a God who may not even be listening...
Ah. Point. I'm missing the horrible crisis explosions around the city. This fucking necromancer. An attack on the Hall of Heroes... A gods-damned goddess manifesting to half the city, my relatives included.
All I see are the aftermaths. A flood of new patients, here or the Grace. Stories. Prayers. Curses. Regrets. I keep dogs outside the hospitals to try to sniff out the mimics and invisibles. I keep mirrors on me to make sure my patients have souls. I touch wounds with the alaricite blade to make sure they're not abyssally tainted. I deal with superstition, fact, and fate on a regular basis and do everything I can to reduce it to fact and truth and keep that kind of thing -far- far far away from my wounded patients. They've been through enough.
I will everything I can do undo the damages done to our people and our lives. Greedy bitch that I am.
Written By Eirene
April 6, 2017, 6:47 p.m.(3/22/1006 AR)
I love it when I'm right. I hate it when I'm right because it's usually about something terrible. But really. I love finding out I'm right.
Still - it's good to know I'm on the right fucking tracks when it comes to this shit.
Still - it's good to know I'm on the right fucking tracks when it comes to this shit.
Written By Eirene
April 4, 2017, 1:44 p.m.(3/18/1006 AR)
I had to write today about posting guards over our recent dead to prevent them bring brought back to life and attacking us.
Fuck. You. Whomever you are.
We will find you. And we will see you hang for this. It's one thing to attack the living and wound them, it's another to profane the dead by setting them on the living. That pisses me off. As in I can't even comprehend how angry that makes me. They gave their lives to defend us and then some shit goes and raises them with unholy magic?
So much rage. Don't let me get to them; I'll do more than hang the bastard...
Fuck. You. Whomever you are.
We will find you. And we will see you hang for this. It's one thing to attack the living and wound them, it's another to profane the dead by setting them on the living. That pisses me off. As in I can't even comprehend how angry that makes me. They gave their lives to defend us and then some shit goes and raises them with unholy magic?
So much rage. Don't let me get to them; I'll do more than hang the bastard...
Written By Eirene
April 3, 2017, 11:23 a.m.(3/16/1006 AR)
Always nice to go kill things. People know me for my skill as a surgeon and rightly so, but even I can lop the head off a Shav in the midst of a battle.
I really needed that. Blood on my hands that wasn't a comrades.
I really needed that. Blood on my hands that wasn't a comrades.
Written By Eirene
March 31, 2017, 11:04 a.m.(3/9/1006 AR)
Sieges teach you a lot about yourself and those around you.
My family has risen to the occasion and all of them have proven themselves the capable persons I would hope they were. I wish their parents were here to see them and share in my pride. So proud Auntie Eirene will have to do.
It also is a reassurance to see so many people, commoners and royalty, working together to fuck over our enemies. The Compact was created to save all our asses and it's proving just why we -need- it.
Healing supplies pour in; we had anticipated a siege (or I had) and Joscelin has been instrumental in stockpiling for just such an occasion. I never expected Arx to be breached, however, so getting help from any and all corners is good. My lads and ladies, the Mercy's, Ben's physicians... we're all working round the sundial to help anyone and everyone who gets wounded. Doesn't matter where they serve, which Ward, what Gods or what profession.
Right now it's Human vs Not Human. And while the shavs are under Bringer control, they sadly fall under 'Not Human.'
My family has risen to the occasion and all of them have proven themselves the capable persons I would hope they were. I wish their parents were here to see them and share in my pride. So proud Auntie Eirene will have to do.
It also is a reassurance to see so many people, commoners and royalty, working together to fuck over our enemies. The Compact was created to save all our asses and it's proving just why we -need- it.
Healing supplies pour in; we had anticipated a siege (or I had) and Joscelin has been instrumental in stockpiling for just such an occasion. I never expected Arx to be breached, however, so getting help from any and all corners is good. My lads and ladies, the Mercy's, Ben's physicians... we're all working round the sundial to help anyone and everyone who gets wounded. Doesn't matter where they serve, which Ward, what Gods or what profession.
Right now it's Human vs Not Human. And while the shavs are under Bringer control, they sadly fall under 'Not Human.'
Written By Eirene
March 30, 2017, 11:10 a.m.(3/7/1006 AR)
I really wish these stupid dead things left behind more than their skulls...
Bringer skulls. Giant famori skulls. Animated skeleton skulls.
I really should start a collection. Put them all in a neat row on a shelf in my bedroom or turn them into candle-holders.
Bringer skulls. Giant famori skulls. Animated skeleton skulls.
I really should start a collection. Put them all in a neat row on a shelf in my bedroom or turn them into candle-holders.
Written By Eirene
March 29, 2017, 4:01 p.m.(3/6/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Aleksei
So I presume that what Brother Aleksei wrote about the Wheel was in reference to me and my last White Journal.
Point of Clarification: I don't want to break the wheel that is the world. I want to break the cycle of humanity being screwed over by supernatural forces every 500 years or so.
Different thing - I want to save the world from having to do this OVER AND OVER AGAIN.
Point of Clarification: I don't want to break the wheel that is the world. I want to break the cycle of humanity being screwed over by supernatural forces every 500 years or so.
Different thing - I want to save the world from having to do this OVER AND OVER AGAIN.
Written By Eirene
March 29, 2017, 11:14 a.m.(3/6/1006 AR)
Few more pieces falling into place. Expressed a theory, got a few more details filled in. Strange historic parallels being drawn.
To quote a wise old saying: All of this has happened before and all of this will happen again.
Well fuck that- I want to stop the cycles. Break the wheel. Bring it to an end. Why does everything have to repeat itself? Maybe if we could stop the systematic erasure of our past we could.
To quote a wise old saying: All of this has happened before and all of this will happen again.
Well fuck that- I want to stop the cycles. Break the wheel. Bring it to an end. Why does everything have to repeat itself? Maybe if we could stop the systematic erasure of our past we could.
Written By Eirene
March 27, 2017, 12:43 p.m.(3/2/1006 AR)
I've killed a demon. I've killed a giant.
We're Greedy Mother Fuckers is one of my unit battlecries. I want more. I want every last unnatural thing to fall under my sword. I want every wound and every harm healed until it's a painful memory and Gods help me if I could do something to ease those nightmares and flashbacks and haunted eyes I would. I want the cause of this hurt eradicated.
Because I sleep among the dead and dying. I rest my hand on the brow on the fevered and chilled. I watch the life slip away from their eyes and the last breath pass their lips before their souls and bodies disconnect. Every life I cannot save is a slap in the face to my skills and my determination. Every lost life kills a part of me as well, leaving anger and sorrow in its' place.
Spend a few minutes, an hour, a day in the House of Solace where our soldiers lie. In the Saving Grace where many of our civilians lie. Spend some time among those who have been terrorized body and soul by these monsters and unnatural fucks and see if it doesn't booster your resolve to do -everything- in your power to defeat them.
Gods know I will.
We're Greedy Mother Fuckers is one of my unit battlecries. I want more. I want every last unnatural thing to fall under my sword. I want every wound and every harm healed until it's a painful memory and Gods help me if I could do something to ease those nightmares and flashbacks and haunted eyes I would. I want the cause of this hurt eradicated.
Because I sleep among the dead and dying. I rest my hand on the brow on the fevered and chilled. I watch the life slip away from their eyes and the last breath pass their lips before their souls and bodies disconnect. Every life I cannot save is a slap in the face to my skills and my determination. Every lost life kills a part of me as well, leaving anger and sorrow in its' place.
Spend a few minutes, an hour, a day in the House of Solace where our soldiers lie. In the Saving Grace where many of our civilians lie. Spend some time among those who have been terrorized body and soul by these monsters and unnatural fucks and see if it doesn't booster your resolve to do -everything- in your power to defeat them.
Gods know I will.
Written By Eirene
March 27, 2017, 12:38 p.m.(3/2/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Valkieri
Duke Valkieri is dead. I do regret not knowing him better. And after reading the Blacks he released, I regret never having the chance to screw him.
What is it about Gemmicita that provokes our enemies to strike at them through supernatural means?
Moreso - now in additional to INVISIBLE bringers, we have masqued ones.
I'm going to look in my ring a lot more now-a-days...
What is it about Gemmicita that provokes our enemies to strike at them through supernatural means?
Moreso - now in additional to INVISIBLE bringers, we have masqued ones.
I'm going to look in my ring a lot more now-a-days...
Written By Eirene
March 22, 2017, 12:51 p.m.(2/20/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Harald
Lord Harald Grimhall. Grumpy hard as weathered leather but without the brittle break it can give. He calls me Death Guard. We're both old veterans of countless wars, understanding the duty, privilege, and sacrifice that means. Very good at what he does, on the salt and shore. Blood in the water, blood on the mud - and may none of it be ours.
We should go drinking sometime; I think we can share some great stories...
We should go drinking sometime; I think we can share some great stories...
Written By Eirene
March 22, 2017, 12:48 p.m.(2/20/1006 AR)
Gods above, how can I express the pride and admiration I have for my kith and kin? All of them, even grumpy Karadoc, rose to the occasion and did what the Malvicis of yore gained their titles for. Saik and Malvici, side by side, cutting a swath through our foes. Felling a fucking giant, dead and shambling and towering as tall as buildings.
As Juliet put it, 'Now we know why Arx has such high walls'.
I am proud to be a Malvici and serve alongside such noble souls; commoner and noble, blood-family and bond-family alike.
Twenty Five Thousand lives shipped out with us. Two Thousand came back wrapped in blankets. Some of them were mine. Many were not.
The battle cry of the Phoenix Brigade is "We're greedy mother fuckers." And "What do we say to Death - Back off Bitch, this one is mine!" It used to be 'back off fucker' but knowing there is a goddess of death and rebirth means we have to modify with the times. But less than 10% is still too many. I know we will never come back without losses but we can continue to strive for that.
And as Isolde put it "Their Ending; Our Beginning."
Seeing as we killed a beast of yore, it's one hell of a beginning for the siege of Arx 1006.
And if anyone's counting, that's one hoardling and one famorian I've killed. Or helped kill. I scratched that giant fuck but didn't get through that rotting hide of its.
House Malvici -Our offical words are 'Neither fate nor chance'; but unofficially it's 'Return with your banner or wrapped in it'. We return with it held high.
As Juliet put it, 'Now we know why Arx has such high walls'.
I am proud to be a Malvici and serve alongside such noble souls; commoner and noble, blood-family and bond-family alike.
Twenty Five Thousand lives shipped out with us. Two Thousand came back wrapped in blankets. Some of them were mine. Many were not.
The battle cry of the Phoenix Brigade is "We're greedy mother fuckers." And "What do we say to Death - Back off Bitch, this one is mine!" It used to be 'back off fucker' but knowing there is a goddess of death and rebirth means we have to modify with the times. But less than 10% is still too many. I know we will never come back without losses but we can continue to strive for that.
And as Isolde put it "Their Ending; Our Beginning."
Seeing as we killed a beast of yore, it's one hell of a beginning for the siege of Arx 1006.
And if anyone's counting, that's one hoardling and one famorian I've killed. Or helped kill. I scratched that giant fuck but didn't get through that rotting hide of its.
House Malvici -Our offical words are 'Neither fate nor chance'; but unofficially it's 'Return with your banner or wrapped in it'. We return with it held high.
Written By Eirene
March 21, 2017, 3:24 p.m.(2/18/1006 AR)
Forward from Camp Spearhead -
Butcher's bill is being filled out even now. Scouting parties. A trap on the river. And even a few cases of frost-death for those who didn't heed the warnings about how fucking cold fighting in the snow is going to be.
Normally I write out and burn copies of the list at the temples of Gloria, Tehom, and Lagoma -- guess i have to make a fourth copy for whatever her name is, Death and Rebirth and shit.
So to them I pray. May the list be fucking short.
Butcher's bill is being filled out even now. Scouting parties. A trap on the river. And even a few cases of frost-death for those who didn't heed the warnings about how fucking cold fighting in the snow is going to be.
Normally I write out and burn copies of the list at the temples of Gloria, Tehom, and Lagoma -- guess i have to make a fourth copy for whatever her name is, Death and Rebirth and shit.
So to them I pray. May the list be fucking short.
Written By Eirene
March 20, 2017, 5:15 p.m.(2/16/1006 AR)
Forwarded from the War Camp
People seem surprised to see me in my natural setting. Who I am in the city is not who I really am. That's how I cope with civilian life. All the bullshit, all the politics, all the courtly manners and maneuvers... I swear the day I am drummed out of the military or forced to retire is the day I drink myself to death. This is my true life and calling.
Give me clear cut orders. Give me black and white. We kill them, they try to kill us. Give me a life to keep from ending.
Only then can I truly be myself.
People seem surprised to see me in my natural setting. Who I am in the city is not who I really am. That's how I cope with civilian life. All the bullshit, all the politics, all the courtly manners and maneuvers... I swear the day I am drummed out of the military or forced to retire is the day I drink myself to death. This is my true life and calling.
Give me clear cut orders. Give me black and white. We kill them, they try to kill us. Give me a life to keep from ending.
Only then can I truly be myself.
Written By Eirene
March 20, 2017, 3:27 p.m.(2/16/1006 AR)
Forwarded to the White Archive from the War Camp Spearhead.
When I find the 'brilliant' son of a three-legged jackass who thought bringing a giant ivory double-headed dildo to my camp was the HEIGHT of comedy, I am going to shove it in their mouths and let them gag on it. These kind of things can injure person, whether or not the lube was included (Which thoughtfully it was i must admit).
Seriously, I am not going to be happy if I have to pull the giant fucking thing (literally) out of someone's nethers.
When I find the 'brilliant' son of a three-legged jackass who thought bringing a giant ivory double-headed dildo to my camp was the HEIGHT of comedy, I am going to shove it in their mouths and let them gag on it. These kind of things can injure person, whether or not the lube was included (Which thoughtfully it was i must admit).
Seriously, I am not going to be happy if I have to pull the giant fucking thing (literally) out of someone's nethers.
Written By Eirene
March 15, 2017, 11:19 a.m.(2/5/1006 AR)
City full of dumbasses. That is all. Not aimed at anyone in general.
And again - I need to trust my instincts. Self-preservation has gotten me this far and through countless skirmishes and encounters.
And again - I need to trust my instincts. Self-preservation has gotten me this far and through countless skirmishes and encounters.
Written By Eirene
March 13, 2017, 6:21 p.m.(2/2/1006 AR)
I don't care if she's a goddess or not.
She needs to stay out of my fucking head. I know the dangers we face and am not afraid of them. I'll meet whatever call is made, expend my abilities to my last breath and drop of blood, I will do my duty.
As she's a goddess of death, my duty is to keep our people out of her hands and send our enemies to her to figure the hell out.
She needs to stay out of my fucking head. I know the dangers we face and am not afraid of them. I'll meet whatever call is made, expend my abilities to my last breath and drop of blood, I will do my duty.
As she's a goddess of death, my duty is to keep our people out of her hands and send our enemies to her to figure the hell out.
Written By Eirene
March 10, 2017, 6:33 p.m.(1/24/1006 AR)
The one good thing about going to war and calling out swords is seeing my nieces and nephews here in Arx instead of back home. And yes, I think of the Saiks as my nieces and nephews too. I'm the old lady (although not as old as I think myself to be), the one of the prior generation even if some of them are my age and older. (That's what happens when you're the baby of a ducal family...)
I trust my family with my life and they trust me with theirs. But knowing I have their ready swords with us to defend the bastion of civilization makes me sleep a bit better a night.
Also: The plural of peniuses is better termed Penii. I learned this at a wedding, appropriately enough.
I trust my family with my life and they trust me with theirs. But knowing I have their ready swords with us to defend the bastion of civilization makes me sleep a bit better a night.
Also: The plural of peniuses is better termed Penii. I learned this at a wedding, appropriately enough.
Written By Eirene
March 7, 2017, 12:41 p.m.(1/18/1006 AR)
So the King wakes up. I ask to see him in a physician's capacity. Don't even get a reply.
Well fine. I'll just keep tending to the people who actually matter then.
Well fine. I'll just keep tending to the people who actually matter then.
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