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Written By Eirene

Jan. 28, 2017, 12:36 p.m.(10/13/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Donrai

The old bastard is dead. It's something I thought couldn't happen. I regret never speaking to him; the man was a master of the cutting remark and the scathing glare. He said more with a snide retort than others could in eloquent praise going on for pages worth. They're cutting us down one by one until only unbloodied children and greenhands are left. Fuck all if I let them take me without a fight...

I doubt I'm going to sleep anytime soon.

Written By Eirene

Jan. 25, 2017, 5:03 p.m.(10/5/1005 AR)

I always get worried when I send my ladies and lads out on a real assignment; above and beyond the standard -make sure nobody's dying- mission. The kind where there are hostile Shavs, or bandits, or pirates.. the kind where I might have to write a 'It is with deepest sorrow and regret that I must inform you'. I'm the kind of person who will personally write out the letters to the family of the dead. I hate doing it. That is why I will do everything in my power to prevent those kind of letters from being written. That is why I became a medic in the first place.

If any of my ladies or lads gets turned into a Bringer, I'll lay them low myself and say the damn prayers to set them at peace; hopefully someone will listen.

Written By Eirene

Jan. 22, 2017, 1:28 p.m.(9/24/1005 AR)

Sometimes the world baffles me and I want to crawl into my nice quiet warm little cot with a bottle of fine brandy and barricade the door to my room so I don't have to deal with all this fucking weirdness.

But I know better.

I have men and women to train; men and women who will soon see engagements for the first time in their lives. How can I prepare them for this? Body and soul and mind? How can I tell them to be strong and be brave and how to face the horrors that come with true war?

I can't. But I can prepare myself for broken bodies and shattered minds.

Written By Eirene

Jan. 19, 2017, 11:03 a.m.(9/14/1005 AR)

Seems like I'm not the only one sending the smiling smithy death-threats if he does wrong by Joscelin. I rather like the fellow so I hope I don't have to break and re-set every single one of his fingers. His work is too quality to want to ruin it. Fortunately I think he is smart enough and kind enough to never need that kind of 'correction'. My warm wishes to them both.

Written By Eirene

Jan. 18, 2017, 11:56 a.m.(9/11/1005 AR)

Amidst all this upheaval all I can think is now I'll never know what the answer to Norever's riddle is. And apparently I was first runner up thus so far in 'Favorite But Wrong'.

Actually that isn't the first thing I can think of, but in light of the severity of ongoings I'll refrain from being crass. This time.

Written By Eirene

Jan. 17, 2017, 7:45 p.m.(9/9/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Damon

Eirene's Eulogy for Damon:
On behalf of House Malvici and my Duke, accept our condolences.
Sir Damon was a drinking buddy and sparring partner, and he had a very great ass in addition to being one.
He will be missed.

Written By Eirene

Jan. 17, 2017, 11:20 a.m.(9/8/1005 AR)

Where do I start?

I hate feeling useless. I became a fucking medic to help my people and spare them pain. So when there's shit I can't fix I get angry and frustrated.

I hate feeling manipulated. I can point a bunch of fingers around on that one. I'm not here to play politics, I'm here to save lives of those I care for and end the lives of those who'd take the lives of those I care for. THAT is my job. Stop getting in my way or using my research to further you own fucking ends.

I hate it when all my prejudices end up being very valid and showing up on display. There's a reason I think the way I do and I hate seeing it proven right.

Written By Eirene

Jan. 15, 2017, 11:05 p.m.(9/4/1005 AR)

So who does a woman have to bribe to get a meeting with the Nox'alfar? I speak smarmy asshole fluently, I'll make a great translator.

Written By Eirene

Jan. 12, 2017, 11:18 a.m.(8/21/1005 AR)

I suck at parties. I drink. That's about all I am good at. I stayed home and did the same thing minus having to do something interesting to my hair.

Socialization? Flirting? Dancing? Fuck that noise.

Give me a bar full of soldiers telling ribald stories and no shit there I was tales any day. I really need to get off my skinny ass and host that.

Written By Eirene

Jan. 11, 2017, 11:13 a.m.(8/18/1005 AR)

For all the duels we have back home in our city-states, we Lyceni been surprisingly well behaved in Arx city.

Honestly I'm surprised I haven't pissed off anyone to call me to task yet and demand I name a champion. Poor Kima must be bored.

Maybe I'm actually learning tact and diplomacy. Or maybe I'm just not trying hard enough.

Written By Eirene

Jan. 10, 2017, 11:09 a.m.(8/15/1005 AR)

I'm glad that even when the world is going to crap that my family (and by extension our vassals and retainers) is focused on the important things.

As Anze saw, we don't do dinners. We do briefings...

Written By Eirene

Jan. 8, 2017, 11:27 p.m.(8/11/1005 AR)

I need to invent new curse words to encompass the ever-increasing level of horrific shit that I am learning about. Sometimes 'fuck' isn't strong enough.

As my poor nephew today found out, there's shit coming out of every angle. What word could I invent to describe the mixture of rage, terror, and frustration I feel on a daily basis?

Ferrage.

Sounds too much like marriage.

Maybe that is a good curse word.

Written By Eirene

Jan. 8, 2017, 2:04 p.m.(8/10/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Juliet

Smarter than she looks, and she looks very damn good. A newfound appreciation for her above and beyond flirtation and good alcohol.

Written By Eirene

Jan. 8, 2017, 11:23 a.m.(8/10/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Juliet

**At note left in the pages of Juliet's entry re: the mysterious note***

Wasn't me- E

Written By Eirene

Jan. 6, 2017, 5:57 p.m.(8/4/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Cassius

I swear he looks like he always has a lemon shoved up inside his mouth. Yet somehow I can occasionally make him smile. Guess I'm a fucking miracle worker.

Written By Eirene

Jan. 6, 2017, 11:42 a.m.(8/4/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Niccolo

While the city-states of the Lyceum may argue and bicker amongst ourselves from time to time about who is in 'charge', it's reassuring to know we have a leader who is willing to make the sacrifice for the good of his people.

A good commander knows when their own loss will provide for the good of their troops and ensure that while the battle is lost (from their perspective) that the war may still be won. He knows that. He sees that. It's reassuring that he won't hesitate to make that hard decision.

We're at war, I've been saying it for a year now. Perhaps now everyone else will wake the fuck up. Perhaps now we can start fighting back.

Written By Eirene

Jan. 5, 2017, 12:42 p.m.(8/1/1005 AR)

I leave the city for half a damned day and come back to insanity.

At least it wasn't a wasted trip. Good hard facts are valuable in this fucked up war we're in.

I don't want to burn all my clothes, though... Maybe I should. I don't know. I rather like my doublet...

Written By Eirene

Jan. 5, 2017, 2:11 a.m.(7/27/1005 AR)

And it exploded...

Written By Eirene

Jan. 4, 2017, 11:49 a.m.(7/26/1005 AR)

Relationship Note on Kima

Written By Kima
Jan. 4, 2017, 2:35 a.m.
Do you ever hear a thing so stupid you hope it gets enacted just so the parties involve have to suffer the consequences of their idiocy?

**A note left on a scrap of paper on this page of Kima's journal**

WELCOME TO MY LIFE - EIRENE

Written By Eirene

Jan. 3, 2017, 11:10 a.m.(7/23/1005 AR)

Sometimes I think I need to be more social. Othertimes I want to say screw it and stick to the few men (and occasional women) I spend most of my time with.

Sometimes I just want to crawl back into bed with a bottle and say fuck it to everything, but I have enemies to kill and friends to avenge and the whole damn world to protect.

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