Written By Victus
Sept. 10, 2016, 8:21 a.m.(7/14/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Calista
Did I hear you sigh at mention of Calista Fidante? Hah. There's no fucking shame in dreaming, boy. A man has to be blind or queer if he catches a look at that woman and doesn't have a few ideas of what he'd like to do to her and with her. Still, perhaps be a bit more subtle about your crush. Don't know her well enough to tell if she'd have her guards beat up a common scribe for oggling her tits too heavily, but I've known noblewomen who would. Makes you wonder why they'd dress up in those clinging silks to start with if they weren't wanting to get eye-fucked.
Reminds me that I wouldn't go back to being a commoner for anything. Among the many privileges of nobility, being able to oggle any set of tits without fear of guardsmen's cudgels has to be among the top.
Reminds me that I wouldn't go back to being a commoner for anything. Among the many privileges of nobility, being able to oggle any set of tits without fear of guardsmen's cudgels has to be among the top.
Written By Victus
Sept. 10, 2016, 8:03 a.m.(7/14/1004 AR)
Maelstrom is not a small island. It stretches from horizon to horizon. It contains its own mountains, lakes, rivers and forests. It is large enough that there are countless men and women who spend their entire lives on that island living far enough from the sea that they never even see it.
Not that I don't, on some level, consider that to be a fucking blasphemy against Mangata. A man who hasn't seen the ocean has a piece of his soul left unawakened.
My point is this; most things you can do on the mainland you can do on Maelstrom. You can ride, you can find peasant lasses to tumble in the haystacks who don't smell like fish, and you can even spend long days and nights in the woods hunting.
I always liked to hunt. There's something beautiful in that moment where you see your prey, but your prey hasn't yet seen you. When you feel the feather against your cheek, and have to make a decision. Are you going to kill it, or not? There have been times when I haven't.
Not that I don't, on some level, consider that to be a fucking blasphemy against Mangata. A man who hasn't seen the ocean has a piece of his soul left unawakened.
My point is this; most things you can do on the mainland you can do on Maelstrom. You can ride, you can find peasant lasses to tumble in the haystacks who don't smell like fish, and you can even spend long days and nights in the woods hunting.
I always liked to hunt. There's something beautiful in that moment where you see your prey, but your prey hasn't yet seen you. When you feel the feather against your cheek, and have to make a decision. Are you going to kill it, or not? There have been times when I haven't.
Written By Victus
Sept. 4, 2016, 10:36 a.m.(6/25/1004 AR)
Don't much care for losing, and never have. Nobody with any self respect and desire to improve should be comfortable with a loss. That said, you can't fear it either. While its always preferable to win, a loss provides you with an opportunity to look at what you did, and what you could've done better, and then improve.
And when the stakes are nothing but pride and silver, which means the stakes are nothing at all, you'll never get a cheaper opportunity.
And I got an excuse to tell everything business related to fuck off while I recuperate with hot baths and a lot of booze. Its medicinal, you see, when my whole fucking body aches.
And when the stakes are nothing but pride and silver, which means the stakes are nothing at all, you'll never get a cheaper opportunity.
And I got an excuse to tell everything business related to fuck off while I recuperate with hot baths and a lot of booze. Its medicinal, you see, when my whole fucking body aches.
Written By Victus
Aug. 26, 2016, 4:22 a.m.(5/25/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Dawn
A real fucking Grayson princess, this one.
Yes, yes. I know, I know. She's not actually a princess, or lady, or even a damn Grayson if we're being completely fucking technical here. Neither her father nor her brother found it wise to legitimize her, so that makes her just a baseborn bastard still. Not that I hold any of that shit against her. I've been there. If anyone in this fucking city knows the exact rules a bastard lives by, it would be me, wouldn't it?
But she's still a fucking princess. It takes a princess to throw around the sort of fucking coin she's throwing around, blithe and without any gods be damned awareness of the value of things. I'm not saying that in the 'she aught to know the price of bread' kind of way, because fuck if it ain't been a while since I paid attention to what a meal cost even at the Ambassador Salon, let alone at a local fucking baker. I wouldn't stop being noble and rich for a hundred million silver knights. (Ha, get it? I know, I'm fucking hilarious. You can stop laughing, now.) But I thought Viviana Pravus was being an extravagant clueless wastrel, and she has nothing on the splash 'Lady' Dawn is making.
Shit. I wish I was that rich. I'd like to think I'd do more useful things with the coin. Like snort some dust (right, right, that's illegal in Arx. But who said I'd spend it all here? Have some imagination!), and hire a half dozen of Whisper House's finest. None of which would, perhaps, be all that better than a lavish spectacle for the sole fucking purpose of showing off that you're richer than everybody else. But once I was done with the dust and the ale and the girls, I'm sure I could squeeze in a new ship. Perhaps bankroll my own expedition into some uncharted fucking water where I could discover the mystical breed of the Gold Rats who only shit little pebbles of fucking gold.
I suppose there's one advantage: If I do let myself be badgered into joining the melee tournament, at least I can expect that a win would give me more than just some fucking dust collectors.
Say what you want about the Graysons (and I'll say it all), but the fuckers sure know that it's all about the fucking money.
Oh, this was supposed to be about Dawn, right? Right. Well. I suppose she might not be the most beautiful woman in Arx, but I'll still watch her walk away.
Yes, yes. I know, I know. She's not actually a princess, or lady, or even a damn Grayson if we're being completely fucking technical here. Neither her father nor her brother found it wise to legitimize her, so that makes her just a baseborn bastard still. Not that I hold any of that shit against her. I've been there. If anyone in this fucking city knows the exact rules a bastard lives by, it would be me, wouldn't it?
But she's still a fucking princess. It takes a princess to throw around the sort of fucking coin she's throwing around, blithe and without any gods be damned awareness of the value of things. I'm not saying that in the 'she aught to know the price of bread' kind of way, because fuck if it ain't been a while since I paid attention to what a meal cost even at the Ambassador Salon, let alone at a local fucking baker. I wouldn't stop being noble and rich for a hundred million silver knights. (Ha, get it? I know, I'm fucking hilarious. You can stop laughing, now.) But I thought Viviana Pravus was being an extravagant clueless wastrel, and she has nothing on the splash 'Lady' Dawn is making.
Shit. I wish I was that rich. I'd like to think I'd do more useful things with the coin. Like snort some dust (right, right, that's illegal in Arx. But who said I'd spend it all here? Have some imagination!), and hire a half dozen of Whisper House's finest. None of which would, perhaps, be all that better than a lavish spectacle for the sole fucking purpose of showing off that you're richer than everybody else. But once I was done with the dust and the ale and the girls, I'm sure I could squeeze in a new ship. Perhaps bankroll my own expedition into some uncharted fucking water where I could discover the mystical breed of the Gold Rats who only shit little pebbles of fucking gold.
I suppose there's one advantage: If I do let myself be badgered into joining the melee tournament, at least I can expect that a win would give me more than just some fucking dust collectors.
Say what you want about the Graysons (and I'll say it all), but the fuckers sure know that it's all about the fucking money.
Oh, this was supposed to be about Dawn, right? Right. Well. I suppose she might not be the most beautiful woman in Arx, but I'll still watch her walk away.
Written By Victus
Aug. 26, 2016, 4:07 a.m.(5/25/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Eos
So Kima has a brother, and he too is a fucking knight. I've always despised knights, with their pretense of higher fucking ideals. I suppose the question is if he's going to be a knight in the way his sister is a 'knight', or is he going to be another insufferable fucking bore like the majority of them? We'll see.
Written By Victus
Aug. 21, 2016, 11:31 p.m.(5/12/1004 AR)
Have some fucking decency and don't write so damn loud. My head hurts, and its a condition I'm more than willing to infect you with, too. I have no great revelations for you. No spiritual fucking insights. I don't even have a real story. So why am I even here, talking to you? Habit, I suppose.
I know, I know. I said I was scaling back on the drinking, and I have been. But I never said I'd stop drinking, did I? No. And sometimes absence makes the heart grow fonder. So fond you feel you have to empty every bottle of wine you come across until there's a drought in the tavern. If you don't mind, I'm just going to sit here for a while. Feel free to fuck off in the mean time. Let me gather my thoughts.
What, you're back? Has it been that long? Fuck it, then.
Not much for poetry, but a friend of mine loves to spell them out. So here is, for prosperity, something worth the fucking paper and ink you're currently wasting:
'There is nothing like a breath of air,
when you're choking on your own despair.
For a moment there you thought you were,
free of fear.
Fool.'
Between you and me, I figure the fucker aught to have just jumped off the Crown bridge instead of infecting the world with that maudlin crap. But that's poets for you.
I know, I know. I said I was scaling back on the drinking, and I have been. But I never said I'd stop drinking, did I? No. And sometimes absence makes the heart grow fonder. So fond you feel you have to empty every bottle of wine you come across until there's a drought in the tavern. If you don't mind, I'm just going to sit here for a while. Feel free to fuck off in the mean time. Let me gather my thoughts.
What, you're back? Has it been that long? Fuck it, then.
Not much for poetry, but a friend of mine loves to spell them out. So here is, for prosperity, something worth the fucking paper and ink you're currently wasting:
'There is nothing like a breath of air,
when you're choking on your own despair.
For a moment there you thought you were,
free of fear.
Fool.'
Between you and me, I figure the fucker aught to have just jumped off the Crown bridge instead of infecting the world with that maudlin crap. But that's poets for you.
Written By Victus
Aug. 21, 2016, 9:05 p.m.(5/12/1004 AR)
Defenestration.
That's the sort of word you have to be a fucking miser not to love. Kima's good for little nuggets like that. Would you believe I've never actually defenestrated anyone? Hah. I can tell from your face you think I'm fucking joking. I'm not. Really, I've never done it. But I do sort of feel as if I should've, at least once.
If for no other reason than to be able to use that word more often.
That's the sort of word you have to be a fucking miser not to love. Kima's good for little nuggets like that. Would you believe I've never actually defenestrated anyone? Hah. I can tell from your face you think I'm fucking joking. I'm not. Really, I've never done it. But I do sort of feel as if I should've, at least once.
If for no other reason than to be able to use that word more often.
Written By Victus
Aug. 14, 2016, 7:26 p.m.(4/19/1004 AR)
Have you ever watched a pack of wolves tear apart their prey? I did today, when out with Kima hunting. We'd tracked a deer for a while after Kima only wounded it. Between you and me, she's not the best hunter. By the time we caught up to it, someone else had gotten there first. For a moment I thought they'd turn on us when all those bloody muzzled heads turned in out direction. Big and mean timber wolves, I wouldn't have enjoyed that even if we survived. But while she's not much of a hunter, she managed to defuse the moment somehow.
Like she's some kind of wolf whisperer.
Like she's some kind of wolf whisperer.
Written By Victus
July 30, 2016, 6:09 p.m.(3/1/1004 AR)
So I'm the Grand Champion of the Decathlon.
Got a pretty fucking trophy to show for it. Four, actually. Three outta gold and the grand one outta iridescite. Not much of a fucking judge of art, but I'm guessing this was more about the value of the material than the skill of the craftmanship. Not sure what I'm gonna do with them. Put them on a shelf somewhere, I guess. I suppose it'd be fucking rude to melt 'em down for the coin. If my House didn't put coin into my account every fucking week, I probably would've. A man gotta eat (and pay for courtesans).
It took being beat up by fucking Alrec in the wrestling. Got him wobbly as fuck, which is more than Talen did in the finals. Heh. But still, I fell. Don't even recall waking up staring at the ceiling, but there I was.
Took out Fergus before I lost to Viviana in the Semi-Finals of the Single Combat event. Don't even want to think about that shit.
Beat Silas by default on the Joust, or I'd never gotten far enough to be out done by Talen in the semi-finals. At least I didn't get knocked off my horse. At least I hit him rather than make a complete fool out of myself. Though, to be fair, jousting makes a fool out of everybody whose stupid enough to think it some great fucking art.
Then the first day of the main events, I was outswum by both Gustave and Viviana. Can you believe that shit? Me? I grew up swimming. At least I took both the sailing events. That fucker Talen should've never been allowed to take control of a vessel, by the way. Utterly fucking disgusting.
Second day, I won the discus, lost the two running events. Guess I ain't much of a runner.
And third, heh. I was going to do the archery, but to complete my ten out of ten events. But fuck it. The ale I was drinking at the time was good, and I didn't see the point all of a sudden. So I slept in instead. It didn't matter, though. Those 3 single event victories won me the day in absentia. So was it worth the effort, and the losses, and the fucking blood shed? Not at all.
But it was a challenge. Something new. Seemed small somehow to pass it over just because I might lose. And I did lose, quite a bit. But when its just a fucking game, who cares? My pride ain't worth that much.
Seriously, though, how much does some melted down iridescite go for these days?
Got a pretty fucking trophy to show for it. Four, actually. Three outta gold and the grand one outta iridescite. Not much of a fucking judge of art, but I'm guessing this was more about the value of the material than the skill of the craftmanship. Not sure what I'm gonna do with them. Put them on a shelf somewhere, I guess. I suppose it'd be fucking rude to melt 'em down for the coin. If my House didn't put coin into my account every fucking week, I probably would've. A man gotta eat (and pay for courtesans).
It took being beat up by fucking Alrec in the wrestling. Got him wobbly as fuck, which is more than Talen did in the finals. Heh. But still, I fell. Don't even recall waking up staring at the ceiling, but there I was.
Took out Fergus before I lost to Viviana in the Semi-Finals of the Single Combat event. Don't even want to think about that shit.
Beat Silas by default on the Joust, or I'd never gotten far enough to be out done by Talen in the semi-finals. At least I didn't get knocked off my horse. At least I hit him rather than make a complete fool out of myself. Though, to be fair, jousting makes a fool out of everybody whose stupid enough to think it some great fucking art.
Then the first day of the main events, I was outswum by both Gustave and Viviana. Can you believe that shit? Me? I grew up swimming. At least I took both the sailing events. That fucker Talen should've never been allowed to take control of a vessel, by the way. Utterly fucking disgusting.
Second day, I won the discus, lost the two running events. Guess I ain't much of a runner.
And third, heh. I was going to do the archery, but to complete my ten out of ten events. But fuck it. The ale I was drinking at the time was good, and I didn't see the point all of a sudden. So I slept in instead. It didn't matter, though. Those 3 single event victories won me the day in absentia. So was it worth the effort, and the losses, and the fucking blood shed? Not at all.
But it was a challenge. Something new. Seemed small somehow to pass it over just because I might lose. And I did lose, quite a bit. But when its just a fucking game, who cares? My pride ain't worth that much.
Seriously, though, how much does some melted down iridescite go for these days?
Written By Victus
July 30, 2016, 5:56 p.m.(3/1/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Gustave
Frankly, I aught to have been the better swimmer. I've been swimming since before I knew how to fucking walk. Then comes this giant and outshines me. What the fuck does some hill boy know about swimming, anyway? He's a better runner than me, too. Not that I was ever that great of a runner, but still. I figured I had a chance at least, but I didn't.
At least I'm better at throwing things. Guess the only time that matters if you're stuck in a siege and they're coming up the walls. And if you're in that position you're already fucked most of the time.
Then again, once you really have to start running or swimming you're usually fucked, too.
At least I'm better at throwing things. Guess the only time that matters if you're stuck in a siege and they're coming up the walls. And if you're in that position you're already fucked most of the time.
Then again, once you really have to start running or swimming you're usually fucked, too.
Written By Victus
July 30, 2016, 5:50 p.m.(3/1/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Arn
You ever read the Valor of Steel by.. fuck, I can't remember the name. T something, I think. No? No, no, if you wanna look it up you can do it on your own time. Anyway. Its a book about some of the great contemporary commanders of Valardin, and chief among them is Arn Telmar. It gives some brief biographies and then lists some of their most notable battles. I'll admit I glossed over most of it. What can I say, I'm not much of a reader.
One sequence did stick with me, though. It describes Arn in his shining fucking armor, leading his cavalry in a great and glorious charge at the Battle of the Horn, and in one glorious heroic swoop winning the day. So when I sat down to have a drink with the fellow, I had to ask him about it.
I liked his version better.
One sequence did stick with me, though. It describes Arn in his shining fucking armor, leading his cavalry in a great and glorious charge at the Battle of the Horn, and in one glorious heroic swoop winning the day. So when I sat down to have a drink with the fellow, I had to ask him about it.
I liked his version better.
Written By Victus
July 24, 2016, 7:45 a.m.(2/10/1004 AR)
Fought Fergus in the decathlon's single combat bracket. No audience this time. I don't much care either way, but I'll admit that if people are going to watch, I'd rather then watch me win.
I won.
I even won fairly. Could've brought out old Darkwater by the rules of the tournament, seeing as how Fergus' sword is peace bound. But I didn't. It wasn't because I took the fucker lightly, either. By his reputation he knows his killing business.
But in this sort of thing, winning by any means ain't really winning.
Its not war.
It's just a silly game for the fucking fun of it.
I won.
I even won fairly. Could've brought out old Darkwater by the rules of the tournament, seeing as how Fergus' sword is peace bound. But I didn't. It wasn't because I took the fucker lightly, either. By his reputation he knows his killing business.
But in this sort of thing, winning by any means ain't really winning.
Its not war.
It's just a silly game for the fucking fun of it.
Written By Victus
July 24, 2016, 7:35 a.m.(2/10/1004 AR)
So I lost to that fucker Alrec in the decathlon wrestling bracket. Don't much recall exactly how I went down, only that I was looking up from the ground and tasting blood in my mouth. Gods be damned, that's embarrassing. Now I rocked him back, sure, and for a moment I might've gotten back into it and put him down. He was swaying before he righted himself. And we were both fucking bloody as hell, but in the end none of that matters when I'm the one who lost. I hate losing.
In front of an audience too. Calista fanning herself like she's about to.. Well. I won't put the rest of that in here. Fatima doing less of that, but certainly saw.
Yeah, I hate losing.
In front of an audience too. Calista fanning herself like she's about to.. Well. I won't put the rest of that in here. Fatima doing less of that, but certainly saw.
Yeah, I hate losing.
Written By Victus
July 24, 2016, 7:30 a.m.(2/10/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Fatima
I find it ironic that being a bastard carries more social bloody stigma than being the daughter of a Tehom fucked traitor. Still, I don't hold it against her. She's alright. Sometimes I wonder if she's going to try to run off and see the world like her mother did.
I always figured that'd be a good way to go, myself. But when I'm old. Just take a crew and sail off to the end of the fucking world. Raid, plunder, fuck, see.
I always figured that'd be a good way to go, myself. But when I'm old. Just take a crew and sail off to the end of the fucking world. Raid, plunder, fuck, see.
Written By Victus
July 16, 2016, 2:26 a.m.(1/14/1004 AR)
I'm doing the Decathlon.
Sure, my archery is fair shoddy and I fucking hate jousting (and riding and horses in general), but that still leaves eight competitions in which I'd say I got a decent fucking chance to, if not win, then at least not look like a bumbling fucking moron. The only ones I'd be fair fucking disappointed if I didn't beat the rest at, would be the skiff and the grand regatta.
I'm a Thraxian. Sailing is in my fucking blood.
Anyway. I don't care for the fucking glory of it, and not for the fucking prizes either. Screw that. No, its the challenge that appeals to me. Three days of competition, of running and swimming and sailing and fighting, and most of all of hurting. That'll be fucking hell. Overcoming that hell, it'll prove something. To me.
Because fuck what everybody else thinks.
Sure, my archery is fair shoddy and I fucking hate jousting (and riding and horses in general), but that still leaves eight competitions in which I'd say I got a decent fucking chance to, if not win, then at least not look like a bumbling fucking moron. The only ones I'd be fair fucking disappointed if I didn't beat the rest at, would be the skiff and the grand regatta.
I'm a Thraxian. Sailing is in my fucking blood.
Anyway. I don't care for the fucking glory of it, and not for the fucking prizes either. Screw that. No, its the challenge that appeals to me. Three days of competition, of running and swimming and sailing and fighting, and most of all of hurting. That'll be fucking hell. Overcoming that hell, it'll prove something. To me.
Because fuck what everybody else thinks.
Written By Victus
July 11, 2016, 9:26 a.m.(12/27/1003 AR)
Relationship Note on Nadia
Northern women.
Its as if every one of them wants to pick a fight. I might be big and hairy, but I'm not a fucking bear. You don't have try to wrestle me. I'll admit I didn't take this one for a fighter at all when I saw her at Calista's tournament, throwing around thousands in bets as if it would never run out. I guess it doesn't when you're a Duchess. Sitting there all pretty like, surrounded by her people, flashing jewels. No, I didn't take her for a fighter.
I was just done with Jon, having drink and a breather when she comes into the Training Center. Even her armor is fancy, like she's some kind of storybook knight. She made it clear she expected a fight, occupying the sparring grounds as if she owned it. Is the fact that I allowed it a sign that I've been too long in Arx, that my perspective is getting skewed? I didn't even consider telling her to find some other woman to battle against.
I no longer consider taking it easy on these women, either. Fuck it. They want to do battle, they want to be soldiers, they want to risk their pretty faces getting broken? So be it.
She only really got me once. Guess Shavs don't wear a lot of heavy armor, eh? Still. I can't deny she had some skill. Moved better than Jon, if we're honest. Managed to take her beat down with a smile, too.
Its as if every one of them wants to pick a fight. I might be big and hairy, but I'm not a fucking bear. You don't have try to wrestle me. I'll admit I didn't take this one for a fighter at all when I saw her at Calista's tournament, throwing around thousands in bets as if it would never run out. I guess it doesn't when you're a Duchess. Sitting there all pretty like, surrounded by her people, flashing jewels. No, I didn't take her for a fighter.
I was just done with Jon, having drink and a breather when she comes into the Training Center. Even her armor is fancy, like she's some kind of storybook knight. She made it clear she expected a fight, occupying the sparring grounds as if she owned it. Is the fact that I allowed it a sign that I've been too long in Arx, that my perspective is getting skewed? I didn't even consider telling her to find some other woman to battle against.
I no longer consider taking it easy on these women, either. Fuck it. They want to do battle, they want to be soldiers, they want to risk their pretty faces getting broken? So be it.
She only really got me once. Guess Shavs don't wear a lot of heavy armor, eh? Still. I can't deny she had some skill. Moved better than Jon, if we're honest. Managed to take her beat down with a smile, too.
Written By Victus
July 9, 2016, 6:47 a.m.(12/21/1003 AR)
Haven't had as much fun at any tournament that I can recall. Usually I don't like them, at least not the ones with jousting as their center pieces. I find them to be an opportunity for self important shitstains with a knighthood to prance around on their fucking horses and show off. But something about this one had me in a roaring good mood. The wine, the company, the momentary threat of a bloody fucking riot, the fact that my purse was a couple of thousand pieces heavier at the end of the night. All of it was a fucking delight.
How about Talen cheating, though? Did he think Calista was going to ignore it, knowing Kima's a Southport vassal and Southport and Tor being hardly friends? Perhaps. Heh. It would've been funny if she had, even if Kima nearly drew her sword on Talen as it is.
Don't see why anyone was so surprised, though. Didn't he pull off some dirty tricks against Viviana, too? Sure fucking did. This time it worked better, even if he got disqualified.
I wonder what it's like having a little sister who could beat you up? Almost makes me feel sympathetic for Edain. Almost. Should've seen him flinch when I asked if she bullied him on the training field the way she bullied the others in the melee.
How about Talen cheating, though? Did he think Calista was going to ignore it, knowing Kima's a Southport vassal and Southport and Tor being hardly friends? Perhaps. Heh. It would've been funny if she had, even if Kima nearly drew her sword on Talen as it is.
Don't see why anyone was so surprised, though. Didn't he pull off some dirty tricks against Viviana, too? Sure fucking did. This time it worked better, even if he got disqualified.
I wonder what it's like having a little sister who could beat you up? Almost makes me feel sympathetic for Edain. Almost. Should've seen him flinch when I asked if she bullied him on the training field the way she bullied the others in the melee.
Written By Victus
July 8, 2016, 3:02 a.m.(12/19/1003 AR)
Relationship Note on Gustave
Now you're a scrawny little fucker. To you, craning your head to look up to someone is just second nature. A fact of the world you live in, that you can't change and probably don't hardly even think about anymore. We don't choose how tall we become. Though it probably wouldn't hurt you to lift some weighs, walk up some stairs, look a little less like a fucking sparrow. Anyway, this wasn't about you, priest.
I'm not used to craning my fucking neck. It feels unnatural, as if some fundamental law of the universe has been upended. I can't say I fucking like it. Now this fucker makes me look like I'm the scrawny little brother if I stand next to him. Seen him a couple of times now. With his Blackram men, who are nearly as big; at a Rite of Glory; and now he came and had some drinks with me and Kima at the Ebb and Flow. For a Valardin he's pretty fucking practical. None of that usual bleating nonsense about chivalry and honor and higher fucking ideals to aspire to. Blunt and mostly invested in looking after his own. I can respect that.
Still. Don't much like being the smaller fellow in the room.
Fucking unnatural, it is.
I'm not used to craning my fucking neck. It feels unnatural, as if some fundamental law of the universe has been upended. I can't say I fucking like it. Now this fucker makes me look like I'm the scrawny little brother if I stand next to him. Seen him a couple of times now. With his Blackram men, who are nearly as big; at a Rite of Glory; and now he came and had some drinks with me and Kima at the Ebb and Flow. For a Valardin he's pretty fucking practical. None of that usual bleating nonsense about chivalry and honor and higher fucking ideals to aspire to. Blunt and mostly invested in looking after his own. I can respect that.
Still. Don't much like being the smaller fellow in the room.
Fucking unnatural, it is.
Written By Victus
July 4, 2016, 12:21 a.m.(12/7/1003 AR)
Paperwork. Give me a dozen blood thirsty shavs to fight, and I'll rather take them on naked and wielding a stick than have to do one more round of paperwork. If anyone ever questions my loyalty to Thrax and my Uncle, here is the proof otherwise. I'm sitting here at my fucking desk looking at reports and ledgers when I could be drinking ale with Kima and her sellsword buddy until we find ourselves a brothel to invade. Kima is good like that, for a knight. Almost like she isn't a woman at all, except she looks pretty like one.
But here's a truth: Ain't no army and ain't no fleet sail without mountains of numbers, the kind that gives me headaches like nothing else. If you avoid it, someone somewhere is gonna end up trying to fight equipped with fucking broomsticks for weapons.
So here I am. Death is lighter than a feather, duty is heavier than a mountain.
And fuck paperwork.
But here's a truth: Ain't no army and ain't no fleet sail without mountains of numbers, the kind that gives me headaches like nothing else. If you avoid it, someone somewhere is gonna end up trying to fight equipped with fucking broomsticks for weapons.
So here I am. Death is lighter than a feather, duty is heavier than a mountain.
And fuck paperwork.
Written By Victus
July 3, 2016, 3:52 p.m.(12/6/1003 AR)
Relationship Note on Alrec
This fucker.
I ran into him at the Valardin ball, and there he stands smug as fuck and throws me a 'Lord Victus' as if he ain't a traitorous fucking cunt of a man. If you don't know, he used to be a Darkwater Captain, before he butchered half his crew (the ones who weren't party to his fucking treason) and went and sold himself to the Pravus. Now I could understand if not forgive him for selling out for fine pussy and wine and riches. Anyone can be tempted like that. And it's not like I ain't sacrificed my own men for the greater good, either. That's war. But the fuck butchered his own for no good reason at all. And for that I hold him in contempt.
But he's a Darkwater problem. For now.
I ran into him at the Valardin ball, and there he stands smug as fuck and throws me a 'Lord Victus' as if he ain't a traitorous fucking cunt of a man. If you don't know, he used to be a Darkwater Captain, before he butchered half his crew (the ones who weren't party to his fucking treason) and went and sold himself to the Pravus. Now I could understand if not forgive him for selling out for fine pussy and wine and riches. Anyone can be tempted like that. And it's not like I ain't sacrificed my own men for the greater good, either. That's war. But the fuck butchered his own for no good reason at all. And for that I hold him in contempt.
But he's a Darkwater problem. For now.
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