Written By Eirene
March 3, 2017, 4:55 p.m.(1/10/1006 AR)
Went to two duels. Drank a little at one, even more at the other. I even gave a fucking benediction in Lagoma's name at the second. I'm slowly shifting from civilian mode back into commander mode. Time to focus, time to prepare.
Time to do what I've been training my whole life to do; help ours and hurt theirs.
Time to do what I've been training my whole life to do; help ours and hurt theirs.
Written By Eirene
March 2, 2017, 3:30 p.m.(1/8/1006 AR)
Ever since the truth of the Tor-Southport war became apparent to me (And if I had known then what I know now I would have seen it sooner) I've been devoted to making sure our houses work as one to defeat our enemies. Now through some weird twist we'll be joined in marriage in a match that goes beyond political. Ain't that a fucking wonder? I'm actually going to -enjoy- this wedding.
The only thing marring it is the lack of Leo Fidante. You magnificent bastard, you better not be dead. I will be pissed if you are.
The only thing marring it is the lack of Leo Fidante. You magnificent bastard, you better not be dead. I will be pissed if you are.
Written By Eirene
March 1, 2017, 2:46 p.m.(1/6/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Harmon
Sometimes you meet someone you just click with. Even if all their candles aren't lit in their candelabra and the wax is dripping all over the place. That's Harmon. A scrawny kid with a brilliant fractured mind, he and I get along in a weird way. He's devoted to science and research and finding new ways to fuck over our opponents as much as I am. He speaks in thought, with his mind spinning so quickly all the words can't find their way to his mouth. Doesn't matter, I understand his thought process and don't need the rest. I think I've given him some of the answers he's been seeking for his whole life and opened a whole new world of questions.
Written By Eirene
March 1, 2017, 11:06 a.m.(1/6/1006 AR)
Many things...
One. Harmon has joined us here in Arx to help look into the mysterious shit that seems to be my second job these days. The kid is brilliant, but cracked. Doesn't make him any less helpful though. There's a reason he's a ward of the family.
Two. Maybe my decision is for the best seeing as I'm about to go into another major campaign; last thing I need right now is emotional bullshit clouding my rational judgement.
Three. I wish I had such a carefree and responsibility-less life to care about duels and relationships and weddings and shit. For fuck's sake, people, there's an army of monsters and half-men marching towards us. Go ahead and keep bickering over who said what and whose wick was dipped in what wax. You go ahead and keep being concerned with petty day to day life. I'll keep your soldiers safe and your warriors as whole as I can. You're welcome.
Four. Fuck you Anze Redrain for being shirtless in the bloody cold. Make us all look bad why don't you? But then again, I can't blame Caly for keeping you half-dressed. Even if that's weird coming from your Auntie. My girl has taste, can't lie there.
One. Harmon has joined us here in Arx to help look into the mysterious shit that seems to be my second job these days. The kid is brilliant, but cracked. Doesn't make him any less helpful though. There's a reason he's a ward of the family.
Two. Maybe my decision is for the best seeing as I'm about to go into another major campaign; last thing I need right now is emotional bullshit clouding my rational judgement.
Three. I wish I had such a carefree and responsibility-less life to care about duels and relationships and weddings and shit. For fuck's sake, people, there's an army of monsters and half-men marching towards us. Go ahead and keep bickering over who said what and whose wick was dipped in what wax. You go ahead and keep being concerned with petty day to day life. I'll keep your soldiers safe and your warriors as whole as I can. You're welcome.
Four. Fuck you Anze Redrain for being shirtless in the bloody cold. Make us all look bad why don't you? But then again, I can't blame Caly for keeping you half-dressed. Even if that's weird coming from your Auntie. My girl has taste, can't lie there.
Written By Eirene
Feb. 27, 2017, 4:28 p.m.(1/2/1006 AR)
So apparently the Thraxians are letting women crew their own raiding ships now. Only makes sense. There's a goddess of the sea so why not let her own gender ride her? That sounded dirty... I wasn't trying to do that, honestly.
Written By Eirene
Feb. 24, 2017, 1:07 p.m.(12/24/1005 AR)
Sometimes it takes a serious situation to remind you of why you rarely did something in the first place. Trust your instincts, woman. They've kept you alive and unharmed so far. Even if everyone knows you'll die someday and your last words were, 'Well, that was dumb.'
Written By Eirene
Feb. 23, 2017, 7:01 p.m.(12/22/1005 AR)
My life is too full of complicated crap. Show me who to kill. Show me who to heal. Enough with lies and secrets and monsters and magic and shit that wants us dead from outside the world as we know it. I'm finding out a lot about my self in times of tribulation and I'm stronger than I thought I was... but strong can also be brittle when struck in the right place and I fear if and when that happens.
Written By Eirene
Feb. 23, 2017, 11:33 a.m.(12/22/1005 AR)
How do I even begin to start. I really don't want to give the poor scribes nightmares so let's just say 'Well that was interesting' and leave it at that.
Written By Eirene
Feb. 20, 2017, 11:28 a.m.(12/16/1005 AR)
We held the Vulture's Feast for the dead in the Phoenix brigade the other day. For those of you who aren't familiar with such a thing, when my lads and lassies lose someone, we hold a little ritual...
The dead's possessions are put in a pile. We send them to the Thirteenth with no shoes and in as ratty a uniform as can be found. While this sounds gruesome I want to remind you fucks that these men and women devoted their lives to their brothers and sisters of battle and understand fully how important a good pair of boots and a jerkin without holes is. Those who express wishes otherwise are honored, but for us - keeping the clothing of the dead keeps their memory with us.
That little greenish stain on the white linen shirt - remember the time we had that mush and he laughed so hard he coughed it up and it spilled? That sewn-up line there - that shav nearly gutted her and she turned around and took it's head clean off. Those boots - remember when he lost at dice and those boots and his hat were all he was allowed to wear that night per the wager? That dagger - she won it in that knife-throwing contest off that merchant- who later admitted he didn't expect a woman to throw so good.
A good pair of boots can win a war. Ask any general or quartermaster. The smallest things can mean the difference between soldiers with good dry feet and those with blackrot. An extra dagger can be the death of an enemy when your sword is knocked from your hand.
So we tell tales of them - the more ribald and embarrassing the better. We eat their favorite foods if we can come by them. We send their most personal momentos to their kin and we keep the rest and divvy it up according to need. We honor their memories and keep them alive in our hearts by carrying part of them with us. Like a vulture - taking death and making life out of it.
They don't call me the Old Buzzard for nothing.
We invoke Lagoma and the Thirteenth in our prayers - she is the patron of our unit after all. Her fires purify and destroy, heal and harm. That is why the Phoenix is our sygil and our unit badge. The firebird never dies; she is reborn and renewed. Our medics may die but they always live on with us in their small way. Even though they have moved beyond this reflection they will stay here in our memories.
The dead's possessions are put in a pile. We send them to the Thirteenth with no shoes and in as ratty a uniform as can be found. While this sounds gruesome I want to remind you fucks that these men and women devoted their lives to their brothers and sisters of battle and understand fully how important a good pair of boots and a jerkin without holes is. Those who express wishes otherwise are honored, but for us - keeping the clothing of the dead keeps their memory with us.
That little greenish stain on the white linen shirt - remember the time we had that mush and he laughed so hard he coughed it up and it spilled? That sewn-up line there - that shav nearly gutted her and she turned around and took it's head clean off. Those boots - remember when he lost at dice and those boots and his hat were all he was allowed to wear that night per the wager? That dagger - she won it in that knife-throwing contest off that merchant- who later admitted he didn't expect a woman to throw so good.
A good pair of boots can win a war. Ask any general or quartermaster. The smallest things can mean the difference between soldiers with good dry feet and those with blackrot. An extra dagger can be the death of an enemy when your sword is knocked from your hand.
So we tell tales of them - the more ribald and embarrassing the better. We eat their favorite foods if we can come by them. We send their most personal momentos to their kin and we keep the rest and divvy it up according to need. We honor their memories and keep them alive in our hearts by carrying part of them with us. Like a vulture - taking death and making life out of it.
They don't call me the Old Buzzard for nothing.
We invoke Lagoma and the Thirteenth in our prayers - she is the patron of our unit after all. Her fires purify and destroy, heal and harm. That is why the Phoenix is our sygil and our unit badge. The firebird never dies; she is reborn and renewed. Our medics may die but they always live on with us in their small way. Even though they have moved beyond this reflection they will stay here in our memories.
Written By Eirene
Feb. 16, 2017, 12:43 p.m.(12/8/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Anze
So one of my closest friends is going to become my nephew. I suppose even when there's a shitstorm around us, life and love burns on. Sappy dappy crap but the two of them compliment one another well. Brains and brawn; not that either of them lacks one, but they'll be formidable as fuck together and I love them both fiercely.
He can call me auntie if he wants. I deserve that shit. Call it penance.
He can call me auntie if he wants. I deserve that shit. Call it penance.
Written By Eirene
Feb. 15, 2017, 4:18 p.m.(12/6/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Nadia
As I said last night...
Duchess Nadia Nightgold made the North look as glamours as the South.
That's saying a lot coming from a fucking slob like me. I'll miss the spa days...
Every death will drive us harder to defend the living. May hers be no different, and may the living be worthy of her sacrifice.
Duchess Nadia Nightgold made the North look as glamours as the South.
That's saying a lot coming from a fucking slob like me. I'll miss the spa days...
Every death will drive us harder to defend the living. May hers be no different, and may the living be worthy of her sacrifice.
Written By Eirene
Feb. 14, 2017, 2:22 p.m.(12/4/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Inigo
Ini took down a bringer. Held the fucker off until the others could regroup and assist.
That's my nephew.
Malvici does what it was born to do. Kick ass, take heads.
That's my nephew.
Malvici does what it was born to do. Kick ass, take heads.
Written By Eirene
Feb. 14, 2017, 11:29 a.m.(12/4/1005 AR)
After Action Report:
We lost so many but it was to be expected. My lads and lasses - I could not be more proud of them and the vicious often mean spirited training I put them through. Embedding them in other units was the right decision. Going myself to the fronts to lead and assist was the right decision.
Our losses were vastly reduced thanks to their tireless efforts to evac and defend their patients. Thousands of men and women will make it home to their families thanks to the medics me and mine have trained and prepared for such an occasion. Had we not spread the Phoenixes out, had I not set my units to protect and defend we would have lost many many more. I doubt any will truly know what a bloodbath we averted but I am proud. Gloria and Lagoma will see what we have done and I hope the bitches are proud too.
And as I expected, the fucking Gods forsaken shavs broke into through triage lines. THAT is why my medics fight. THAT is why I was there myself. Why I train both body and mind to heal and harm. I hadn't taken a field command of soldiers in ages, not since the skirmish on the Yellow Field. But when I saw the lines break I rallied everyone who could stand and those who couldn't grabbed a bow. My lads and lassies set down their instruments of care and went for their blades. We pushed those fuckers back until the cavalry could round about and reestablish the lines. I held that pig-fucking wave off and kept our wounded from being massacred in their sick beds. We made sure the Mercies could do their duties by doing ours.
Neither by Chance nor by Fate. We take matters into our own hands and deal with things the best way we know how. And by doing so, countless lives have been saved.
I do not consider this a victory but I do not consider it a loss. We have much work to do because there's thousands more left out there.
We lost so many but it was to be expected. My lads and lasses - I could not be more proud of them and the vicious often mean spirited training I put them through. Embedding them in other units was the right decision. Going myself to the fronts to lead and assist was the right decision.
Our losses were vastly reduced thanks to their tireless efforts to evac and defend their patients. Thousands of men and women will make it home to their families thanks to the medics me and mine have trained and prepared for such an occasion. Had we not spread the Phoenixes out, had I not set my units to protect and defend we would have lost many many more. I doubt any will truly know what a bloodbath we averted but I am proud. Gloria and Lagoma will see what we have done and I hope the bitches are proud too.
And as I expected, the fucking Gods forsaken shavs broke into through triage lines. THAT is why my medics fight. THAT is why I was there myself. Why I train both body and mind to heal and harm. I hadn't taken a field command of soldiers in ages, not since the skirmish on the Yellow Field. But when I saw the lines break I rallied everyone who could stand and those who couldn't grabbed a bow. My lads and lassies set down their instruments of care and went for their blades. We pushed those fuckers back until the cavalry could round about and reestablish the lines. I held that pig-fucking wave off and kept our wounded from being massacred in their sick beds. We made sure the Mercies could do their duties by doing ours.
Neither by Chance nor by Fate. We take matters into our own hands and deal with things the best way we know how. And by doing so, countless lives have been saved.
I do not consider this a victory but I do not consider it a loss. We have much work to do because there's thousands more left out there.
Written By Eirene
Feb. 8, 2017, 12:21 p.m.(11/18/1005 AR)
I made up with a friend in the temple of Lagoma - seeing as she's the one who we honor for change and growth for the better, it seemed oddly appropriate.
In other news, I have friends and know when to say I'm sorry for being a dick. Even if I should have said it far sooner than I did.
In other news, I have friends and know when to say I'm sorry for being a dick. Even if I should have said it far sooner than I did.
Written By Eirene
Feb. 7, 2017, 5:42 p.m.(11/16/1005 AR)
**As reported by Eirene's aide Carissa, shortly after the sun went black behind a cloud.**
"That's... not a normal cloud. Fuck me, but that's not normal. Who did some dumb fuck shit-headed inane magical fuckery this time?! That was fucked. Blacker than the asshole of a sailor in the tar barrel.Someone must have done something pretty bad. The sky shouldn't be that dark even with a stormcloud.""
"Go let the holy types whatever fuckery happened, it didn't screw with the sacred flame..."
Message sent:
'Legate, Princess-Mercy, Dominus-- I thought it prudent to mention that while the sun seemed to mysteriously blot itself out of the sky, the Eternal Flame of Lagoma continued to burn brightly without interruption and kept her temple illuminated. - Lady Eirene Malvici'
"That's... not a normal cloud. Fuck me, but that's not normal. Who did some dumb fuck shit-headed inane magical fuckery this time?! That was fucked. Blacker than the asshole of a sailor in the tar barrel.Someone must have done something pretty bad. The sky shouldn't be that dark even with a stormcloud.""
"Go let the holy types whatever fuckery happened, it didn't screw with the sacred flame..."
Message sent:
'Legate, Princess-Mercy, Dominus-- I thought it prudent to mention that while the sun seemed to mysteriously blot itself out of the sky, the Eternal Flame of Lagoma continued to burn brightly without interruption and kept her temple illuminated. - Lady Eirene Malvici'
Written By Eirene
Feb. 6, 2017, 12:26 p.m.(11/12/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Aldwin
** As reported by Eirene's aide Carissa**
Send a message to Aldwin would you? Blah blah, Dominus whatever new title he has... I've seen what blessed shit can do to fuck up demons and bringers, so I want to keep working with the Church to be sure we can get what we need to keep our people safe from this insane magic bullshit. Good fucking luck with the shit you got ahead of you...
Most Holy Dominus - as someone who has seen the power of the Gods first-hand in defeating our enemies, I wish to continue to work as closely as I can with the Faith to ensure our soldiers and common-folk have the protection of the Gods they need against supernatural threats. May the Gods grant you patience and wisdom in your trials ahead - Scribed by my dictation -- Lady Eirene Malvici
Send a message to Aldwin would you? Blah blah, Dominus whatever new title he has... I've seen what blessed shit can do to fuck up demons and bringers, so I want to keep working with the Church to be sure we can get what we need to keep our people safe from this insane magic bullshit. Good fucking luck with the shit you got ahead of you...
Most Holy Dominus - as someone who has seen the power of the Gods first-hand in defeating our enemies, I wish to continue to work as closely as I can with the Faith to ensure our soldiers and common-folk have the protection of the Gods they need against supernatural threats. May the Gods grant you patience and wisdom in your trials ahead - Scribed by my dictation -- Lady Eirene Malvici
Written By Eirene
Feb. 6, 2017, 12:06 p.m.(11/12/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Orazio
I'm glad Aldwin was chosen to be Dominus instead of Orazio.
Imagine the trouble I could cause with stories of that man before his entry into the priesthood...
Not that I'd do that to a dear friend.
Imagine the trouble I could cause with stories of that man before his entry into the priesthood...
Not that I'd do that to a dear friend.
Written By Eirene
Jan. 30, 2017, 7:41 p.m.(10/20/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Esera
We barely met, the Grand Duchess and I... She seemed a good person. I don't fucking know. But she did her job and made the hard calls when required.
So for her to be fucking -pushed off a bridge- by a so called 'holy' man? Gods above, someone just set him on fire already and do us all a favor before someone else gets hurt... Like her father.
Didn't the Thraxian King push priests off that self-same bridge... hrm.
So for her to be fucking -pushed off a bridge- by a so called 'holy' man? Gods above, someone just set him on fire already and do us all a favor before someone else gets hurt... Like her father.
Didn't the Thraxian King push priests off that self-same bridge... hrm.
Written By Eirene
Jan. 30, 2017, 7:39 p.m.(10/20/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Leo
You better not be dead, you fucker. That's all I have to say. We have demons to kill... and who else can I trust to make sure I don't become infected by them and their madness?
Written By Eirene
Jan. 29, 2017, 11:11 a.m.(10/16/1005 AR)
While my countrymen (if you can call the Lyscene a 'country') were feasting and showing off their fine silks, I had my hands covered in blood and went to work keeping a young man from dying. Probably the best looking one I've had on a table (literal dining table) in a long time. Also got a fascinating glimpse into internal Thraxian politics.
I'm honored that the other Compact members trust me with their kin. I'm pleased my skills are useful and save lives. Just know I'm going to be sewing up a lot more people in the coming days so some hands-on practice is useful. He'll have some manful scars but mine are always a lovely silver-white memory of the time you -almost- died.
So in short - It was Saturday.
I'm honored that the other Compact members trust me with their kin. I'm pleased my skills are useful and save lives. Just know I'm going to be sewing up a lot more people in the coming days so some hands-on practice is useful. He'll have some manful scars but mine are always a lovely silver-white memory of the time you -almost- died.
So in short - It was Saturday.
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