Written By Eirene
Dec. 30, 2016, 10:47 a.m.(7/10/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Hana
Damn but she's a youngin'. What'd she do, start her apprenticeship when she was four? I hope I didn't insult her too badly not realizing that was her damn forge I was calling on. Good steel is essential and your supply lines are your best friends.
Written By Eirene
Dec. 30, 2016, 10:45 a.m.(7/10/1005 AR)
Some of these children are in for a real eye opening when they see first hand that war isn't all 'Praise Gloria, good fight' and someone's got a blade in their gut or an arrow to their neck.
I'm not insulting those fine gents doing training drills. That's good shit. Keep throwing more and more bizarre scenarios in as that is what real combat is like; it's hectic, painful, and you're never sure what's really going on until it's over and you're dead or they are.
Spent the night in company of other veterans of things none of us are happy to have lived through sharing stories of fucked up shit and trying to make sense of it.
Really need to host a soldier's night so we can -all- get those stories out in the open for good or ill.
Count Max can pay for the booze this time.
I'm not insulting those fine gents doing training drills. That's good shit. Keep throwing more and more bizarre scenarios in as that is what real combat is like; it's hectic, painful, and you're never sure what's really going on until it's over and you're dead or they are.
Spent the night in company of other veterans of things none of us are happy to have lived through sharing stories of fucked up shit and trying to make sense of it.
Really need to host a soldier's night so we can -all- get those stories out in the open for good or ill.
Count Max can pay for the booze this time.
Written By Eirene
Dec. 29, 2016, 6:11 p.m.(7/8/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Felix
He's so damn cheerful. It's like all the grumpiness and gristle of every other Thraxian in Arx got turned inside out and he's the exact opposite. It's refreshingly amusing.
'Hey, a Thraxian smithy is going to install a ballista in our courtyard, we good?' That'd go over like a... ballista bolt to the eye.
'Hey, a Thraxian smithy is going to install a ballista in our courtyard, we good?' That'd go over like a... ballista bolt to the eye.
Written By Eirene
Dec. 29, 2016, 10:50 a.m.(7/8/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Anze
Who knew a drinking contest could lead to such a bizarre friendship?
Well, I did. Honestly most of my closest friends were made over alcohol and trying to forget our soldiering for a few hours.
The fucker better not spill this latest round of confidential discussion. No matter how hard I may want to hit him I can't do jack shit against those muscles.
Even if it means freezing my scrawny ass off, I will someday see his lands and try to find the beauty in them. He loves it. You can see it in his eyes, hear it in his voice. Such pride; as much as I have for my ladies and lads in the unit.
Well, I did. Honestly most of my closest friends were made over alcohol and trying to forget our soldiering for a few hours.
The fucker better not spill this latest round of confidential discussion. No matter how hard I may want to hit him I can't do jack shit against those muscles.
Even if it means freezing my scrawny ass off, I will someday see his lands and try to find the beauty in them. He loves it. You can see it in his eyes, hear it in his voice. Such pride; as much as I have for my ladies and lads in the unit.
Written By Eirene
Dec. 28, 2016, 10:50 a.m.(7/5/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Aislin
The more I fucking learn, the quicker my hair is turning grey.
I mean, have you seen me? I've got more gods damned grey hair than the Venerable Lodge of the Order of the godsdamned Moose.
At this rate I'll be white as a fucking brand new sheet before I hit forty.
This explains Aislin so much.
I mean, have you seen me? I've got more gods damned grey hair than the Venerable Lodge of the Order of the godsdamned Moose.
At this rate I'll be white as a fucking brand new sheet before I hit forty.
This explains Aislin so much.
Written By Eirene
Dec. 27, 2016, noon(7/2/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Leo
There is a lot of bad blood between the Fidantes and my house for obvious reasons, but the more we delve in to the causes behind it the more determined I am to make peace with them. We are unified in a common goal.
The duke has a good grasp of tactics, as I would expect, and a sound head. He is also more capable with his family's blade than I would have anticipated but I forget he is a man of both words and deeds.
One of those deeds I feel I owe him a debt for and it's not what he did in that tained hell-grove outside Greenmarch.
The duke has a good grasp of tactics, as I would expect, and a sound head. He is also more capable with his family's blade than I would have anticipated but I forget he is a man of both words and deeds.
One of those deeds I feel I owe him a debt for and it's not what he did in that tained hell-grove outside Greenmarch.
Written By Eirene
Dec. 27, 2016, 10:49 a.m.(7/2/1005 AR)
What have I learned from this mission...
Princess Alis is a capable commander, one who understands the need for sacrifice to achieve the mission goal when it is truly worthy.
Don't piss off Duke Leo Fidante. I find it frightening when he and I are in agreement on something but we both have the same goals in mind.
Diamondplate works like in the old stories. This is true. This is good to know.
Holy water has some effect; I recommend it for cleansing any wounds or ichor. I will have to continue to monitor those wounded for any changes as we have never dealt with these kinds of injuries in recorded history. Or it was recorded at some point but lost to us over time.
I'm sure my lack of colorful language surprised people but they've never seen me on campaign before. I save that for my civilian life.
Most importantly, I have found I have the fortitude to do what must be done regarding our enemies. My darker side is a shield and shelter even when confronting something blacker and more terrifying. I did not falter, I did not fall.
May Gloria smile upon those who gave their lives so we may save others.
This was the first. There will be more. But we know more now than we did.
Princess Alis is a capable commander, one who understands the need for sacrifice to achieve the mission goal when it is truly worthy.
Don't piss off Duke Leo Fidante. I find it frightening when he and I are in agreement on something but we both have the same goals in mind.
Diamondplate works like in the old stories. This is true. This is good to know.
Holy water has some effect; I recommend it for cleansing any wounds or ichor. I will have to continue to monitor those wounded for any changes as we have never dealt with these kinds of injuries in recorded history. Or it was recorded at some point but lost to us over time.
I'm sure my lack of colorful language surprised people but they've never seen me on campaign before. I save that for my civilian life.
Most importantly, I have found I have the fortitude to do what must be done regarding our enemies. My darker side is a shield and shelter even when confronting something blacker and more terrifying. I did not falter, I did not fall.
May Gloria smile upon those who gave their lives so we may save others.
This was the first. There will be more. But we know more now than we did.
Written By Eirene
Dec. 26, 2016, 11:39 a.m.(6/27/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Lianne
Briefly spoke to this young lady the other night and I think she could be useful. Oberrsation and experimentation will be more valuable than a thousand dusty scraps of parchment; I think she echos this sentiment.
Written By Eirene
Dec. 26, 2016, 3:03 a.m.(6/26/1005 AR)
I'm a seasoned veteran. I've fought in a war and gone on countless skirmishes against shavs and bandits.
I rarely sleep before we deploy; tonight is no different.
I'm not scared. I'm not excited. My mind just keeps wandering to the multiple possibilities of what might happen. Am I prepared enough? Did I bring enough supplies and will I be clever enough and quick enough to keep my team safe? Will those people waiting for me back in Arx really miss me if I die? Do I really care if anyone misses me or not?
I want payback; now is my chance to strike the first blow. It may go down in history. It may get censored. But soon - soon we will start fighting back. And I will be one of the first to have that chance.
I rarely sleep before we deploy; tonight is no different.
I'm not scared. I'm not excited. My mind just keeps wandering to the multiple possibilities of what might happen. Am I prepared enough? Did I bring enough supplies and will I be clever enough and quick enough to keep my team safe? Will those people waiting for me back in Arx really miss me if I die? Do I really care if anyone misses me or not?
I want payback; now is my chance to strike the first blow. It may go down in history. It may get censored. But soon - soon we will start fighting back. And I will be one of the first to have that chance.
Written By Eirene
Dec. 23, 2016, 11:17 a.m.(6/18/1005 AR)
I must be getting more morbid than I thought I was. I've always been fascinated by wounds and blood and the workings of the body. Mostly to find ways to fix what was broken, to repair the harm.
But now? I find myself wanting to delve into the mysteries that keep fucking piling on top of us and to do that I need to understand my enemies. To do that, I need to take them apart piece by piece and know how they work.
What blood runs in their veins? What poisons kill them more efficiently? What pains do they feel? Does fire work more effectively? Does blessed water do anything? Does different kinds of metal work differently- thus the reference to elfwork swords and the power of our heirloom weapons from those earlier days...
I'll take them; dead or alive. Let me study. Let me work. Let me find new ways to best our foes.
And to those of you that think me sick for such experimentation? Back off man, I'm a scientist.
But now? I find myself wanting to delve into the mysteries that keep fucking piling on top of us and to do that I need to understand my enemies. To do that, I need to take them apart piece by piece and know how they work.
What blood runs in their veins? What poisons kill them more efficiently? What pains do they feel? Does fire work more effectively? Does blessed water do anything? Does different kinds of metal work differently- thus the reference to elfwork swords and the power of our heirloom weapons from those earlier days...
I'll take them; dead or alive. Let me study. Let me work. Let me find new ways to best our foes.
And to those of you that think me sick for such experimentation? Back off man, I'm a scientist.
Written By Eirene
Dec. 20, 2016, 4:19 p.m.(6/9/1005 AR)
Someone died. Get used to it.
People you know and love are going to be called beyond the Reflection. People you barely knew. People you saw every day of your life.
We're at war, the first volleys have already been fired, the first few waves have already crashed.
Mourn them, mark their passing, and then get back into the business of getting back at the fuckers who took them from us.
People you know and love are going to be called beyond the Reflection. People you barely knew. People you saw every day of your life.
We're at war, the first volleys have already been fired, the first few waves have already crashed.
Mourn them, mark their passing, and then get back into the business of getting back at the fuckers who took them from us.
Written By Eirene
Dec. 16, 2016, 11:48 a.m.(5/25/1005 AR)
Where do I start...
Do I talk about the long nights on campaign during the war when he and I joked around a campfire to stave off the long dark night?
Do I talk about the fact we were never lovers because we know how badly -that- would end? Despite endless jokes and threats to the contrary?
Do I talk about the time he was rushed to my table, broken and bleeding and holding back his blood and rage?
Do I talk about the grief he held deep inside over his wife? Grief only those of us who have lost a loved one know?
Do I talk about the fact we --never-- fucking connected after I came to Arx? Never once sat down and caught up properly, like friends do. His duties - first as lord and then as baron. His fucking duties.
I can't be angry about that; that was who he was. His mission, his obligation that always came first. I can be angry that the same fuckers who took his father from us came for the son. Took out a valuable ally and resource and a friend.
I know we're at war. I've been saying that for a while now. I just didn't think a friend would be one of the first major casualties.
There will be blood. I will spill it myself. I will do whatever is in my power to revenge my friend...
Fuck. I need a drink.
Do I talk about the long nights on campaign during the war when he and I joked around a campfire to stave off the long dark night?
Do I talk about the fact we were never lovers because we know how badly -that- would end? Despite endless jokes and threats to the contrary?
Do I talk about the time he was rushed to my table, broken and bleeding and holding back his blood and rage?
Do I talk about the grief he held deep inside over his wife? Grief only those of us who have lost a loved one know?
Do I talk about the fact we --never-- fucking connected after I came to Arx? Never once sat down and caught up properly, like friends do. His duties - first as lord and then as baron. His fucking duties.
I can't be angry about that; that was who he was. His mission, his obligation that always came first. I can be angry that the same fuckers who took his father from us came for the son. Took out a valuable ally and resource and a friend.
I know we're at war. I've been saying that for a while now. I just didn't think a friend would be one of the first major casualties.
There will be blood. I will spill it myself. I will do whatever is in my power to revenge my friend...
Fuck. I need a drink.
Written By Eirene
Dec. 15, 2016, 12:25 p.m.(5/22/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Sophie
**As reported by Carissa**
Why the fuck not. Tell her yes.
**Message sent**
Your highness, I would be honored to bring my skill and service to the Society of Explorers. Consider this my acceptance. I am at your disposal regarding the remains.
Why the fuck not. Tell her yes.
**Message sent**
Your highness, I would be honored to bring my skill and service to the Society of Explorers. Consider this my acceptance. I am at your disposal regarding the remains.
Written By Eirene
Dec. 15, 2016, 11:07 a.m.(5/22/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Rymarr
**Cross referenced from Carissa, Eirene's aide de camp**
Ugh. If my eyes roll any more they'll fall out of my head. Just... tell him it's not him it's me. Guys like that. Make it sound polite and fancy and all... Sam did invite him to join us so it's not like he burst in and shit.
**Message delivered**
Sir Lyonesse, I took no offence at your addition to our conversation; after all the Marquessa did invite you to join the discussion. I fear my abrupt departure may have been taken as an interpretation of frustration, and I apologize for any misconception on my part.
Ugh. If my eyes roll any more they'll fall out of my head. Just... tell him it's not him it's me. Guys like that. Make it sound polite and fancy and all... Sam did invite him to join us so it's not like he burst in and shit.
**Message delivered**
Sir Lyonesse, I took no offence at your addition to our conversation; after all the Marquessa did invite you to join the discussion. I fear my abrupt departure may have been taken as an interpretation of frustration, and I apologize for any misconception on my part.
Written By Eirene
Dec. 14, 2016, 2:04 p.m.(5/19/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Serafine
The more I hear about her the more I wonder why the fuck we haven't gotten together yet. I think we'd get along like a wagon on fire, that is to say everybody better get out of our way...
Written By Eirene
Dec. 12, 2016, 4:25 p.m.(5/13/1005 AR)
*As reported by Carissa, aide de camp to Lady Eirene*
Oh! Tell Sera and Soph that I appreciate them thinking about dead shit as scientifically important and how we better know what the fuck we're up against. We should shoot the shit and get on the same page. I hope we can at least have -some- fun taking dead things apart, maybe share a drink and some stories other people would puke at.
**Message sent to Princess Sophie and Princess Serafine**
Your highnesses, thank you both for thinking of our general welfare and the prudent need to understand the nature of our foes. We should share company and compare notes on issues of grave importance. I do hope it at least proves a socially rewarding meeting for ourselves.
Yours, Lady Eirene Malvici
Oh! Tell Sera and Soph that I appreciate them thinking about dead shit as scientifically important and how we better know what the fuck we're up against. We should shoot the shit and get on the same page. I hope we can at least have -some- fun taking dead things apart, maybe share a drink and some stories other people would puke at.
**Message sent to Princess Sophie and Princess Serafine**
Your highnesses, thank you both for thinking of our general welfare and the prudent need to understand the nature of our foes. We should share company and compare notes on issues of grave importance. I do hope it at least proves a socially rewarding meeting for ourselves.
Yours, Lady Eirene Malvici
Written By Eirene
Dec. 12, 2016, 11:10 a.m.(5/13/1005 AR)
How much does it say of my personality if (based on all accounts I've read and heard) I want to dissect a Bringer for the sake of learning...
And I think I would get along with the elves?
Bring it, sarcastic motherfu-- ahem. I have a limited lifespan so I won't put up with your bullshit.
And I think I would get along with the elves?
Bring it, sarcastic motherfu-- ahem. I have a limited lifespan so I won't put up with your bullshit.
Written By Eirene
Dec. 10, 2016, 10:17 a.m.(5/7/1005 AR)
Who knows. Maybe in another thousand years, if we're not wiped off the face of the world or another fire burns down -- Oh stop looking so shocked, Archivist. It's a SAYING. No one is coming to burn your precious Archives. I'm --
It's my hope that nobody comes across these journals from this time period and goes 'what the fuck are they talking about? Elves. Undead. Were they all HIGH on dust or something?'
Fuck, now you've made me forget what the fuck I was going to say.
Those people who went. Went to FIND ELVES. It's not a game anymore. This isn't pretend. it's all too damned real and people I know; people I joke with and drink with and fight with... people I know are going into that ultimate unknown. Whatever gods or spirits or benevolent forces are out there better go with them.
I'll be pissed if they die.
It's my hope that nobody comes across these journals from this time period and goes 'what the fuck are they talking about? Elves. Undead. Were they all HIGH on dust or something?'
Fuck, now you've made me forget what the fuck I was going to say.
Those people who went. Went to FIND ELVES. It's not a game anymore. This isn't pretend. it's all too damned real and people I know; people I joke with and drink with and fight with... people I know are going into that ultimate unknown. Whatever gods or spirits or benevolent forces are out there better go with them.
I'll be pissed if they die.
Written By Eirene
Dec. 9, 2016, 1:34 p.m.(5/4/1005 AR)
So from what I gather, the city seems rather amused by my journals and folk occasionally request my Whites to see what new thoughts and observations I have. I even see Carissa is cross-referencing me in hers with the dictation I give.
Rissa - if you're reading this, you're fired.
Kidding.
Why did I write such a personal entry and leave it here in the white? Maybe because shit like this needs to be more public, more realized. We're going through a trying time, all of us. What's past is fucking present and what was fiction is fucking fact. Our world is upside down and inside out. Keeping confusion and frustration and anguish inside is only going to make us weaker.
Lyceni custom is to embrace our dark sides and confront them, and that is exactly what this was; recognizing my own behaviors and actions and addressing them head on. We can't keep repressing and burying everything down. That shit only results in emotional explosions like a body left to rot in the sun. A disgusting description but to those of us who have seen it... it just stinks to the heavens and it's a vile sight for any who witness it.
You can all stop worrying. I'm -fine-. Not fine, perhaps, but acknowledging what's wrong. That is the first step in any treatment; diagnosis of the condition. Now that that's done, I can apply a remedy.
And here you thought it would just be another profanity laden rant, wouldn't it? Well screw you anyhow.
Rissa - if you're reading this, you're fired.
Kidding.
Why did I write such a personal entry and leave it here in the white? Maybe because shit like this needs to be more public, more realized. We're going through a trying time, all of us. What's past is fucking present and what was fiction is fucking fact. Our world is upside down and inside out. Keeping confusion and frustration and anguish inside is only going to make us weaker.
Lyceni custom is to embrace our dark sides and confront them, and that is exactly what this was; recognizing my own behaviors and actions and addressing them head on. We can't keep repressing and burying everything down. That shit only results in emotional explosions like a body left to rot in the sun. A disgusting description but to those of us who have seen it... it just stinks to the heavens and it's a vile sight for any who witness it.
You can all stop worrying. I'm -fine-. Not fine, perhaps, but acknowledging what's wrong. That is the first step in any treatment; diagnosis of the condition. Now that that's done, I can apply a remedy.
And here you thought it would just be another profanity laden rant, wouldn't it? Well screw you anyhow.
Written By Eirene
Dec. 9, 2016, 1:18 a.m.(5/2/1005 AR)
All this city babble about thralls and all I can think of is what a shitstorm I am of a person.
I've seen trauma like this usually after a first battle or a huge one where someone is the only survivor of their unit. Out of control drinking, uncharacteristic behavior, a need to make personal intimate connections...
It also occurred when those traumatic situations are somehow relived or recounted in great detail.
Physician heal thy fucking self already. You're better than this.
I've seen trauma like this usually after a first battle or a huge one where someone is the only survivor of their unit. Out of control drinking, uncharacteristic behavior, a need to make personal intimate connections...
It also occurred when those traumatic situations are somehow relived or recounted in great detail.
Physician heal thy fucking self already. You're better than this.
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