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Written By Leta

July 2, 2017, 9:40 p.m.(10/7/1006 AR)

My loved ones are well and I've coin in my purse, enough to wear what I'd like to wear and drink and what I'd like to drink. And while there's strange things afoot there's nothing breathing down my neck. That the king's awake and that's likely good news for Arx. I've been asked if I was satisfied and I have to say I am well enough.

I have sent some money to the Faith and I spent some more in the old neighborhood in the Lowers. Now maybe some folk don't care for that, though I can't rightly understand why, but money's made for spending and that's how Gild likes it. Not that I'm a Godsworn, but that's how I was taught, there's no offense in giving charity and no shame in the taking it.

Written By Leta

June 24, 2017, 6:41 p.m.(9/19/1006 AR)

Could be it's a prank or someone just sent a letter to the wrong address, as it happens. Nothing out the usual, though.

Written By Leta

June 18, 2017, 9:59 p.m.(9/5/1006 AR)

I went to the salon held by Archlector Aleksei at the Grotto. I'd never been to a salon before but I've been to things that were close to it, but with worse food and maybe not as much wisdom and important folk in it.

I was curious about Skald, and I learned a few things. I had tried reading the book but this was a lot better, I thought, especially the parts with the fighting. I like the whole notion of choice and making decisions and so forth, as I understand it. There are parts of the doctrine that I still don't understand, to tell the truth, but then that goes for most of the gods. I even thought about being a disciple, but I don't know if I would do any good as a disciple, and then there's other gods I like as well. I try doing what I think is right and the gods might like, or at least some of them. Others I wouldn't rightly know. Most of the time I just hope that's enough.

Written By Leta

June 11, 2017, 11:01 p.m.(8/19/1006 AR)

I've been working at Mistress Petal's store, to help her while she's got her hands full making masks for this ball there's going to be. I didn't do much stitching on the masks, other than some simple sewing work, but I did a bit of cleaning and sewing on simpler things. I don't know if that's too knightly or not, but I'm learning to work with proper fabrics, so that's worth something.

That's two hobbies I've got, besides the fighting, and I'm told hobbies are a proper thing for a woman of means to have. My means aren't as good as I'd like them to be, but I'm more than comfortable. Me being from the Lowers, it's a life of luxury and no mistake, thanks to the gods and my sword arm, and I can't complain.

Written By Leta

June 11, 2017, 10:50 p.m.(8/19/1006 AR)

I fought in this melee fundraiser for the Iron Guard. It's a charity and with my woman being an Iron Guard I thought why not. My side lost against the Iron Guard but it was a good fight. Maybe if we'd formed a wedge we could have won, as the enemy had tactics and archers and such and they are a real pain in the whatsits. I've got to have at least half a dozen arrows in me, and that's just to start with. But it's for charity and Gild blesses that sort of thing, so by my reckong I ought to have some more good fortune coming. I could've fought more, maybe turned the tide of things, but then if I'd died because of bleeding too much I think my woman would have kicked my ass some across the after life.

Written By Leta

June 4, 2017, 10:22 p.m.(8/4/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Ferrando

I'm no sailor, and neither is Master Ferrando, but I suppose we didn't do too poorly for ourselves in the pool. Didn't flip our own boat over and that's a victory. I reckon we could commandeer a row boat and call it a fleet if there's any call for it. I think for being a proper captain I ought to know the names of more sea birds and what the front end and the butt end of a boat is called and other such watery wisdom, but there's time for it.

Also, rum and chocolate doesn't go too poorly together.

Written By Leta

June 4, 2017, 6:15 p.m.(8/4/1006 AR)

I have been training. I'm not quite sure what for, but I've been training. The big battle's over, but there's still things out there, that much is clear as water. There's still horrible things out in the woods, and horrible things stalking the city and murdering folk, likely on the orders of some evil wizard or another. Got to keep my sword sharp, just in case an evil wizard sticks out his neck close enough for the chopping. It would be right helpful if they did just that, but I don't think I will have that luck.

A battle is one thing, I can do that. Tell me where to go, and there I am. Haven't got any orders besides the usual sorts of routine work, nothing to whet my sword with. Maybe that's for the best. In my experience, adventuring doesn't pay that well.

Written By Leta

June 2, 2017, 8:20 p.m.(7/28/1006 AR)

I am not much of a journal reader. I sometimes hear what folk are gossiping about, when someone writes something in their journal that causes a stir for a good reason or a bad one. But the truth is I've got better things to read when I've got a head for reading, which isn't all the time. There's all matter of fancy books to read with good stories in them and I'd rather read those.

But some journals I read, though I don't know why, as they seem more often to embarrass me rather than enlighten me, such as they are. I am no Scholar, but I don't expect Vellichor would like to know anything about anyone licking anyone else and I'm sure no one else does either.

Written By Leta

May 29, 2017, 12:05 a.m.(7/18/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Luca

A while after planting a tree I had a spar with Prince Luca, bare handed.

His Highness is hard to hit and hits hard and I think I am not leaving the house for days on account of not seeing out one eye. Thought I had the best of him for a while but he just would not go down as you'd expect he ought to. That and also I think I hit the fence a couple of times trying to hit him. I can't remember what happened really. It hurts to think so I'll stop now thank you.

Written By Leta

May 28, 2017, 10:31 p.m.(7/18/1006 AR)

I planted a tree today. I'm not rightly sure what sort of tree it was, I think maybe it was a maple or something like it, but I'm no scholar of forest matters.

Truth is I've got no particular love for forests and all that. Trees are fine and I like the shade, but I don't much care for ambushes. That and some of them trees are evil and in league with the Abyss, in my experience having to fight them.

But this was in a ceremony for Petrichor and the Queen of Endings and Beginnings, with Archlector Aureth and also Mistress Allenatore there making sure we planted them properly for the gods. I think I planted my tree properly and I hope it grows and pleases the gods, and that no one sits on it and shoots me with an arrow as they like to do.

Written By Leta

May 28, 2017, 12:47 p.m.(7/17/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Serafine

I am sure Meowlarice is a cat. I am sure of it, because her mother was a cat as well and that is how it's passed down by my reckoning. As long as they stay in the yard I don't mind a lot of cats.

We always had at least one cat and sometimes more at home, and my nan and then my mom always fed some cats from the street, as they help with such things as mice and rats, which I hear there's a lot of these days. I hear they'll keep the elves away too, and from what I hear that's more often a good thing than not.

Written By Leta

May 21, 2017, 11 p.m.(7/4/1006 AR)

Those poor dogs. It's a good thing that whole business didn't seem to scare cats so much. Meowlarice was a bit antsy but I think that's because of all the dogs going crazy. We were visiting my folk, as I don't think the dogs got crazy all the way in the Uppers, but maybe some did. But it's like I said to Lord Silas, animals know things. Some of them aren't so smart, but they can sniff things. Like cats and elves, for example.

Written By Leta

May 21, 2017, 9:29 p.m.(7/4/1006 AR)

I think I'm learning a few things about Lycene history and customs. Mostly customs, if I am to tell the truth, not so much the history, but I guess history's got some things to say about customs and such.

The story of Orlando is a bit much, with all the torturing in the end, and I get the feeling some folk don't like it much. Not Lycene folk, but folk. But it was payback, not just something he thought up one day just because he was mad. And maybe in the end all that torturings made things a bit more peaceful because folk was afraid of messing with Velenosa that way. And maybe in the end that means fewer folk getting murdered if you add them all up.

It's in the Hall of Heroes for some reason. It's made me think, anyhow. I'm not sure what I think about it, but it's made me think.

Written By Leta

May 14, 2017, 10:10 p.m.(6/18/1006 AR)

I suppose it is time to go to the archives and such. I don't come around here very often except sometimes for my journals, not to read anything else. I used to know a scholar or two, though things having ended how they did I'm not sure I ought to ask her for help but maybe I will. I suppose it's been a few years now.

I've got much reading to do, and I'm not sure where to start. Maybe I should ask some Lycene folk for help with that thing, and the other thing I shall just talk to some scholar or another. I wish I was more scholarly but I've no head for reading other than stories and such and that's the truth.

Written By Leta

May 14, 2017, 8:59 p.m.(6/18/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Niccolo

Archduke Niccolo Velenosa has made me a knight of Lenosia. It is a great honor. I will have to trust his Grace's judgment though, as I never thought I was much suited for knighthood. I never used to give such things much thought before. I can fight, and I can even sit on a horse and not fall down, and I suppose I've done some deeds, though I never did think of them that way. But his Grace seems to think I can do it, so I suppose I must.

His Grace says I've got to learn about Lycene history and such things, which seems a bit scholarly, but maybe that is part of knighthood in Lycene parts. I shall try not to embarrass his Grace or his House or anyone else, though 've not had much learning in knightly matters. I don't even know if a knight gets paid for knighting or if it's more rewards for such deeds as rescuing princes and whatnot.

Written By Leta

May 7, 2017, 8:18 p.m.(6/4/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Aureth

This is a song I am working on.

Brand was a sad moping sort,
All a-whinin' back and forth,
'Cause he'd lost his pretty dollie.

All 'cause someone stole his toy,
And took away poor Brand's joy:
"If I'm not, then no one's jolly."

So then Silence came along,
But to their awf'ly quiet song,
We replied with one more hearty.

And with bones singing like flutes,
Toes a-rattlin' in their boots,
All the dead showed up to the party.

'Cause the Queen rose up a throng,
For she rather likes a song,
With an end and a beginning.

And though some of them did smell,
The dead could fight rather well,
And keep Brand's poor slaves from winning.

Brother Aureth, he did lead them,
Though he risked a hardy beatin',
To make folk's hopes not so gray.

And though Brands slaves were many,
We did kick them in the fanny,
And we held our ground that day.

I ought to add some rhymes for other folk that were there, which were plenty, and some lived and some died. And maybe I'll add some lines to say how it ended with the paladins and the gods and all but I don't rightly know what happened there, so this is just a song about what I saw at the graveyard with my own two eyes that the dirt shall have one day.

There was dead folk fighting to my left and to my right, and that's a sight to see and it shows the gods work in funny ways.

Written By Leta

May 7, 2017, 6:03 p.m.(6/4/1006 AR)

I'm alive and not a scratch on either of us, none that would matter. We maybe have a scratch here and a bruise there, but nothing worth the mention.

I'm still not right sure what happened. I hear it's something the Faith did, that's got do with some paladins or whatnot. All I know is we were fighting off these Shavs and Bringers that were attacking the graveyard. There was a lot of them, though I wager we could've held out a while longer. Then they stopped, just like that, and a little while later the Bringers melted like spring snow, but it was a good bit nastier.

My arms hurt from the killing. It wears on you, to be honest, besides the aches and pains of swinging my axe about over and over. But it was either them or us, and I've killed for less. It's a shame about my hose, I wore one of my finest pairs for the occasion, but I don't reckon the blood'll wash off without ruining the dye. Same for the jacket, but the cloth there will take dye again if needed, and if needed black will do as well as blue.

Written By Leta

May 6, 2017, 11:33 a.m.(5/28/1006 AR)

I hear the enemy's ready, and I've been ready for days myself, though unlike some I don't mind the wait. That means more time for wine and merriment before the big thing. I doubt I'll be doing much of note in the battle that is almost happening. I'm no hero or anything of the sort, and I haven't fancy metal, though I expect the regular kind's good enough for most of the work that needs doing. I've no task with the Valorous Few, or with anyone else.

I've got but one thing to do, and that's to keep a princess from harm. I'm paid well enough for it, though it's not the sort of job one does for silver. And I'm sure there's other princesses that it would be easier to guard. This one's a hero, and that'll make my work harder than it needs to be, but that's just what she's like, and I'm used to it by now. It's been a year, she told me. A whole year to the day yesterday, since she first beat me in the arena and we got to know each other. I don't know if that's a good sign or a bad sign, that it's been a year, just the day before battle. I'll call it a good sign. It's just the first year, and if I've any say in it there will be fifty more at least. So I've got to keep this princess alive or else the world ends, like in the stories. Not everyone's world, and folk would keep on living, but I've got no world without her in it anymore.

Written By Leta

April 30, 2017, 5:31 p.m.(5/15/1006 AR)

I am writing this so that in times to come in the future they'll know of these things, as Vellichor likes.

The other day, I saw a cave dragon as I call it. It was like a dragon, but it didn't have any wings and it came out of the ground where it was living in a tunnel as I understand it. It stands to reason that it's a cave dragon and it doesn't have wings because it doesn't need them.

It was eating a Bringer, which is good to know. If the cave dragons were on the side of Brand that would be even worse. It also attacked other folk and made a building collapse so I wouldn't say it's a good thing to have cave dragons around, but maybe someone can tame them or talk to them.

I helped fight the Bringers and didn't attack the dragon. It didn't attack me either, other than making a building fall down on top of me, so maybe if other folk hadn't attacked it first it would've left them alone, I wouldn't know. But if it likes to eat Bringers, I'd rather have it as an ally than not.

Written By Leta

April 23, 2017, 7:34 p.m.(5/1/1006 AR)

I don't have too much to write down these days. I've no opinion that matters about recent events, and I myself haven't been dragged into any matters that call for an entry.

I've been doing work, got a job or two here and there. But mostly I'm not getting any coin out of the Iron Guard for it, and that's just fine by me. It's not the Iron Guard I'm working for after all, even if I'm doing their work here and there. First I'm protecting the city, which means I'm protecting the world I suppose, and the world's where all my things are, which are worth a pretty silver coin or two. And there's a guardswoman who makes sure I'm compensated for my troubles.

I've been to one wedding and I'm going to another. It's spring and that seems like the season for it. And while folk are holding off on the fancier feasts for after the siege is through, it's as good a time as any to do it now. I think if maybe Brand had a sweetheart he'd not be such a sorry ass, too. The world is suffering and I'm so miserable and this and that and I wish it would all end. I've heard better whining at any tavern anyone would care to name.

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