Written By Max
Jan. 20, 2017, 1:47 p.m.(9/18/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Ianthe
Ain't nothing ever simple.
Like trying to swim up a goddamn waterfall at times.
Like trying to swim up a goddamn waterfall at times.
Written By Max
Jan. 13, 2017, 9:23 a.m.(8/24/1005 AR)
Talen is a very odd duck.
Written By Max
Jan. 12, 2017, 1:12 p.m.(8/22/1005 AR)
My sea has gone dry.
So too now, is my sun burnt out.
All I have left, are the stones and bones. Her smile, even when I scolded her was always so warm.
I ask you kindly - reader.
Do not move me to anger any time soon. My mercy drained with the waters and went out with the light.
- Maximilian Darkwater.
So too now, is my sun burnt out.
All I have left, are the stones and bones. Her smile, even when I scolded her was always so warm.
I ask you kindly - reader.
Do not move me to anger any time soon. My mercy drained with the waters and went out with the light.
- Maximilian Darkwater.
Written By Max
Jan. 11, 2017, 10:46 p.m.(8/20/1005 AR)
Women are nothing but trouble and frustration.
I swear to Mangata's swelling tits, I hate every last one of them.
Well. Probably not really. But I am so tired of standing in confusion trying to figure out what the hell is going on.
I swear to Mangata's swelling tits, I hate every last one of them.
Well. Probably not really. But I am so tired of standing in confusion trying to figure out what the hell is going on.
Written By Max
Jan. 8, 2017, 8:33 p.m.(8/11/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Alrec
Alrec Magaldi.
You are a man of consumptive want. Nothing is ever good enough for you.
You can never be content. You will always hunger. It leads you to choices made that you will always regret. You will always regret that you left Darkwater for the Pravus, even as their luxuries sooth that regret.
You will always regret the other choices you have made that compromise your honor and your integrity. You will always regret that your avarice has cost you everything.
Your rank. The respect of others. The trust of others.
I offer you the scorn in my voice.
I offer you the back of my hand.
I offer you the edge of my blade.
I offer you nothing more.
You are a man of consumptive want. Nothing is ever good enough for you.
You can never be content. You will always hunger. It leads you to choices made that you will always regret. You will always regret that you left Darkwater for the Pravus, even as their luxuries sooth that regret.
You will always regret the other choices you have made that compromise your honor and your integrity. You will always regret that your avarice has cost you everything.
Your rank. The respect of others. The trust of others.
I offer you the scorn in my voice.
I offer you the back of my hand.
I offer you the edge of my blade.
I offer you nothing more.
Written By Max
Jan. 8, 2017, 5:30 p.m.(8/10/1005 AR)
"Good Job."
I can honestly say I have never been more proud to receive such a simple compliment.
When Prince Donrai Thrax says 'Good Job'... You know you have done well.
I can honestly say I have never been more proud to receive such a simple compliment.
When Prince Donrai Thrax says 'Good Job'... You know you have done well.
Written By Max
Jan. 8, 2017, 11:54 a.m.(8/10/1005 AR)
Ordering the death of men should never be easy.
But we were not given title and rank, we were not given wealth and privilege, to do the easy thing.
We were given these tools to better defend our people. To make the call that no man wants to make. When to make war and kill men. To end lives and start vendettas that will last the memory and lifetimes of the survivors.
I am not afraid of violence. I am not afraid of war. But one with the duty and courage to do these things, we must measure with our wisdom, when it is appropriate.
I can't sleep.
But we were not given title and rank, we were not given wealth and privilege, to do the easy thing.
We were given these tools to better defend our people. To make the call that no man wants to make. When to make war and kill men. To end lives and start vendettas that will last the memory and lifetimes of the survivors.
I am not afraid of violence. I am not afraid of war. But one with the duty and courage to do these things, we must measure with our wisdom, when it is appropriate.
I can't sleep.
Written By Max
Jan. 8, 2017, 10:28 a.m.(8/9/1005 AR)
War is never without cost.
I mentioned this in my last entry. That war is never without cost.
Sometimes, it costs a storm its sea.
The storm draws power, it draws its glory from the heat of the sea. You might think, to look at it, that the sea was cold. That it lacked for warmth, but I assure you, the sea is a storehouse of heat and power and the storm is only its reflection.
What is a storm without its sea?
I know not.
Perhaps but a breeze.
- Maximilian Darkwater.
I mentioned this in my last entry. That war is never without cost.
Sometimes, it costs a storm its sea.
The storm draws power, it draws its glory from the heat of the sea. You might think, to look at it, that the sea was cold. That it lacked for warmth, but I assure you, the sea is a storehouse of heat and power and the storm is only its reflection.
What is a storm without its sea?
I know not.
Perhaps but a breeze.
- Maximilian Darkwater.
Written By Max
Jan. 8, 2017, 10:26 a.m.(8/9/1005 AR)
The Teind.
I see the Teind as the cost of war.
There is a war raging. Most of you don't see it. But I see it. I have always seen it. The way our history is culled, our brilliance dimmed and our wisdom silenced.
I accept the cost of war. I accept that good men will die for no seeming reason. For a scrap of beach, for a point of pride, for a duel between a prince and a lower ranked noble woman.
Men -die- every day.
And they die for far less, far worse reasons than 'Saving their brethren and keeping a compact whole'.
Keep your perspective, Arvarini.
War is never bloodless.
I see the Teind as the cost of war.
There is a war raging. Most of you don't see it. But I see it. I have always seen it. The way our history is culled, our brilliance dimmed and our wisdom silenced.
I accept the cost of war. I accept that good men will die for no seeming reason. For a scrap of beach, for a point of pride, for a duel between a prince and a lower ranked noble woman.
Men -die- every day.
And they die for far less, far worse reasons than 'Saving their brethren and keeping a compact whole'.
Keep your perspective, Arvarini.
War is never bloodless.
Written By Max
Jan. 6, 2017, 12:59 a.m.(8/2/1005 AR)
This city. It's....
FUCKING.
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Crazy. All of it. Everyone.
FUCKING.
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Crazy. All of it. Everyone.
Written By Max
Jan. 1, 2017, 9:53 p.m.(7/18/1005 AR)
Black Mountain is doing well. Very well. It has been enormously profitable. So much so that I have been able to fund several projects in Darkwater with the proceeds. This is very pleasing.
Also I got to go raiding.
That was fun.
Also I got to go raiding.
That was fun.
Written By Max
Jan. 1, 2017, 8:52 p.m.(7/18/1005 AR)
It has been an eventful week. So much blood, so much slaughter.
It's not going to get better.
No. It's going to get worse. But at least going forward, we are organizing.
It's not going to get better.
No. It's going to get worse. But at least going forward, we are organizing.
Written By Max
Jan. 1, 2017, 12:27 a.m.(7/15/1005 AR)
Dear Giant Jerk.
Do not upset my sister-in-law.
Or I will upset your internal organs.
Do not upset my sister-in-law.
Or I will upset your internal organs.
Written By Max
Dec. 25, 2016, 2:24 a.m.(6/22/1005 AR)
I'm not one for avoiding duels.
But now's not the time to kill someone for a misunderstanding.
One must be a sail, flexible to the wind.
But now's not the time to kill someone for a misunderstanding.
One must be a sail, flexible to the wind.
Written By Max
Dec. 24, 2016, 10:03 a.m.(6/20/1005 AR)
At this rate we are going to run out of nobility.
Count Darkwater.
Count Darkwater Part II.
Baroness Caith.
Baron Saik.
Duke Gemecitta.
All the kings horses and all the kings men.
I don't make light. i don't insult. It's actually not at all a joke.
We are being picked off.
Count Darkwater.
Count Darkwater Part II.
Baroness Caith.
Baron Saik.
Duke Gemecitta.
All the kings horses and all the kings men.
I don't make light. i don't insult. It's actually not at all a joke.
We are being picked off.
Written By Max
Dec. 18, 2016, 8:16 p.m.(6/4/1005 AR)
It's been a week of contemplation and quiet expansion. Many things are afoot. I am contemplating... many things.
Momentous things that will affect the direction of my people for generations to come.
This isn't what I was supposed to spend my late teens doing.
I should be bathing in blood and glory.
Instead, I'm studying economics.
Fuck you, Ixion.
Fuck you so much.
I miss you.
Momentous things that will affect the direction of my people for generations to come.
This isn't what I was supposed to spend my late teens doing.
I should be bathing in blood and glory.
Instead, I'm studying economics.
Fuck you, Ixion.
Fuck you so much.
I miss you.
Written By Max
Dec. 18, 2016, 8:07 p.m.(6/4/1005 AR)
I got Darrow moved in.
I played a bit of a joke on him, and I can't wait to see how he takes it.
I put in some luxuries. Little things. A scented candle. A soft comforter on the bed. A painting on the wall.
Nothing truly spectacular, just enough to bring the room some color.
Just to tweak his nose a bit.
It's good to be the Count.
I played a bit of a joke on him, and I can't wait to see how he takes it.
I put in some luxuries. Little things. A scented candle. A soft comforter on the bed. A painting on the wall.
Nothing truly spectacular, just enough to bring the room some color.
Just to tweak his nose a bit.
It's good to be the Count.
Written By Max
Dec. 14, 2016, 6:35 p.m.(5/20/1005 AR)
I have not written in this journal for some time.
Well, I suppose thats a lie. I've written lots of things. I've written about my frustrations and my little triumphs. I've written about people I who have helped me and those who have hindered me.
I've written about insults casually received and about the people I intend on eventually destroying.
I've written about the dinners I've had, the love I've made and the occasional bout of ball slapping fucken.
On the other hand, I've also burned every entry I wrote before i turned it in to the archive.
Because none of you people need to know my actual thoughts.
White journals.
Does anyone speak their actual mind in these things?
Well, I suppose thats a lie. I've written lots of things. I've written about my frustrations and my little triumphs. I've written about people I who have helped me and those who have hindered me.
I've written about insults casually received and about the people I intend on eventually destroying.
I've written about the dinners I've had, the love I've made and the occasional bout of ball slapping fucken.
On the other hand, I've also burned every entry I wrote before i turned it in to the archive.
Because none of you people need to know my actual thoughts.
White journals.
Does anyone speak their actual mind in these things?
Written By Max
Dec. 2, 2016, 1:56 a.m.(4/10/1005 AR)
We make our own wind. When the sky provides it not, with the toil of our back, we put oars to water and tell the weather to fuck off.
Luck is the consequence of consistent action with proper planning.
Luck is the consequence of consistent action with proper planning.
Written By Max
Nov. 25, 2016, 7:43 a.m.(3/17/1005 AR)
I met with the seeking one tonight.
She tried, as before, to be overeager and rush things. I challenged her - I pushed her back. I made her talk to me. I made her have a conversation. It went very well.
I hope very much she takes my lessons to heart. They will serve her well in her quest.
She tried, as before, to be overeager and rush things. I challenged her - I pushed her back. I made her talk to me. I made her have a conversation. It went very well.
I hope very much she takes my lessons to heart. They will serve her well in her quest.
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