Written By Max
Nov. 25, 2016, 7:41 a.m.(3/17/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Sebell
I met a priest I like. He manages to not be a complete asshole. I think I shall ask he be appointed as the faiths vicar to my house. He is of Mangata, and was born in Tyde hall, and his disposition is what one might call charming. I like him, I will let him bless my home.
But I won't leave him near the silver or the women.
But I won't leave him near the silver or the women.
Written By Max
Nov. 21, 2016, 10:58 a.m.(3/6/1005 AR)
If you wish to hate me?
Do so. I will not stop you.
But do hate me for the right reasons.
Do not hate me because you imagine I am some blackhearted pillager, what lands on the shore and burns down the forest, driving the little forest creatures into a panic before enslaving the towns folk and making thrallls of them, dragging them back to my island lair to toil in my mines and labor in my plantations.
Do not hate me because someone else said something mean or did something mean to someone you like, and so you feel an obligation to hate everything related to that person.
Hate me for me.
Don't worry. I'll give you plenty of good reasons.
Do so. I will not stop you.
But do hate me for the right reasons.
Do not hate me because you imagine I am some blackhearted pillager, what lands on the shore and burns down the forest, driving the little forest creatures into a panic before enslaving the towns folk and making thrallls of them, dragging them back to my island lair to toil in my mines and labor in my plantations.
Do not hate me because someone else said something mean or did something mean to someone you like, and so you feel an obligation to hate everything related to that person.
Hate me for me.
Don't worry. I'll give you plenty of good reasons.
Written By Max
Nov. 20, 2016, 1:47 p.m.(3/3/1005 AR)
One love of my life never lets me down.
Coffee.
Always there. Always strong. Always black as the darkest night.
Thank the gods.
Coffee.
Always there. Always strong. Always black as the darkest night.
Thank the gods.
Written By Max
Nov. 20, 2016, 6:15 a.m.(3/2/1005 AR)
The Reach is finally restored. My father and brother had no use for it, but I see the value of a home to entertain in, a place to discuss things of an intimate nature, both personal and political.
I see the value in showing the city that the DarkWater are not just backisland pirates, bu that we have our own history stretching back to before most of these houses were founded.
How many houses can claim 1400 years of unbroken line, of a fortress never captured during the reckoning?
How many can claim to hold such distinction?
DarkWater - Black Mountain - The Redoubt. These names should be known, but my family ignored this city in favor of their own pursuits.
I will not let it be so.
I see the value in showing the city that the DarkWater are not just backisland pirates, bu that we have our own history stretching back to before most of these houses were founded.
How many houses can claim 1400 years of unbroken line, of a fortress never captured during the reckoning?
How many can claim to hold such distinction?
DarkWater - Black Mountain - The Redoubt. These names should be known, but my family ignored this city in favor of their own pursuits.
I will not let it be so.
Written By Max
Nov. 18, 2016, 3:09 p.m.(2/25/1005 AR)
I don't give in to fear.
I do not let my emotions show on my features.
I do not engage in panic or in useless flailing.
But if I was the kind of man to engage in such things?
If I were?
The concept of an enemy so powerful and so present, so well informed and well armed, that they could simultaneously kill almost every land based messenger, from trade caravan to single man running through the forests he knows like back of his own hand?
While concurrently sinking a half dozen ships, individually, on the high seas?
To do this and leave no witnesses, no obvious clues?
Well.
If I was a man given to fear.
I might be afraid.
I do not let my emotions show on my features.
I do not engage in panic or in useless flailing.
But if I was the kind of man to engage in such things?
If I were?
The concept of an enemy so powerful and so present, so well informed and well armed, that they could simultaneously kill almost every land based messenger, from trade caravan to single man running through the forests he knows like back of his own hand?
While concurrently sinking a half dozen ships, individually, on the high seas?
To do this and leave no witnesses, no obvious clues?
Well.
If I was a man given to fear.
I might be afraid.
Written By Max
Nov. 18, 2016, 12:55 a.m.(2/24/1005 AR)
A warm fire.
An expansive view.
A handful of beautiful woman.
A drunken friend barging in.
Who says I need to be on the sea to feel like I'm in the navy?
An expansive view.
A handful of beautiful woman.
A drunken friend barging in.
Who says I need to be on the sea to feel like I'm in the navy?
Written By Max
Nov. 17, 2016, 7:45 p.m.(2/23/1005 AR)
This journal entry is a stick-figure image of Maximilian, (Denoted by the pirate hat and a wine-glass in one hand) watching Lazarus (An angry 'male' stickfigure, with #@!$! as his dialog, labeled as 'L') and Myrinda (A female stickfigure, arms crossed and a frowny face labeled as 'M') as they argue back and forth, by throwing books at one another.
The Caption reads: "And they said this city was boring..."
The Caption reads: "And they said this city was boring..."
Written By Max
Nov. 17, 2016, 9:08 a.m.(2/22/1005 AR)
I have never met a woman like her. I try to maintain my darkwater born distant and distain, but she makes it very difficult.
I will have her.
Her eyes shine like diamonds in the night. She is always so pleased to see me.
Her hair, so dark, so fine.
I want her.
I just don't have the time to train another hound.
Not enough hours in the day.
I will have her.
Her eyes shine like diamonds in the night. She is always so pleased to see me.
Her hair, so dark, so fine.
I want her.
I just don't have the time to train another hound.
Not enough hours in the day.
Written By Max
Nov. 15, 2016, 10:54 p.m.(2/17/1005 AR)
You know? It takes a remarkable amount of skill to take a shit off the side of a ship at sea.
Don't discount it, Mainlanders.
Else we'll be stopping the entire fucking convoy to fish a man from the deep. Probably not worth it, cause its damned impossible to tread water with trousers down twixt your ankles.
Damned impossible, but hilarious to watch.
Don't discount it, Mainlanders.
Else we'll be stopping the entire fucking convoy to fish a man from the deep. Probably not worth it, cause its damned impossible to tread water with trousers down twixt your ankles.
Damned impossible, but hilarious to watch.
Written By Max
Nov. 15, 2016, 4:17 p.m.(2/17/1005 AR)
Someone asked me:What do you think of storybooks coming to life?
I responded:
'If it comes to life, we can put it back to death' .
I responded:
'If it comes to life, we can put it back to death' .
Written By Max
Nov. 15, 2016, 1:09 a.m.(2/15/1005 AR)
When I was 14, I was on a cruise in the northern waters, under Victus' command. We were up past Tyde Hall. Up past tyde hall, the land is winter at all times.
You must understand, that as a Darkwater man, sea ice is simply unheard of. The idea that there were entire islands made of nothing but ice was entirely alien. As alien and unbelievable as stories of Krakens or Elves or weak Thraxian men.
I was on watch in the middle of the night, high in the crows next, bundled in blankets and furs. I had a mug of hot rum, but I was freezing my Darkwater ass off. And then - on the horizon - I saw a cloud. Only it wasn't a cloud. It was an island. As we got closer, I called out land ho.
I climbed down from the crows nest and I woke the crew - and Victus came up next to me and started laughing. I could not figure out the issue until they explained it wasn't land, but the largest fucking ice cube I had ever seen.
They used some wood on board to fashion a sign that read 'MAXLAND, VASSAL OF DARKWATER ' and hammered it into the ice.
SO now, floating around the north sea, somewhere, is a sovereign outpost of Darkater. Population: Two penguins.
You must understand, that as a Darkwater man, sea ice is simply unheard of. The idea that there were entire islands made of nothing but ice was entirely alien. As alien and unbelievable as stories of Krakens or Elves or weak Thraxian men.
I was on watch in the middle of the night, high in the crows next, bundled in blankets and furs. I had a mug of hot rum, but I was freezing my Darkwater ass off. And then - on the horizon - I saw a cloud. Only it wasn't a cloud. It was an island. As we got closer, I called out land ho.
I climbed down from the crows nest and I woke the crew - and Victus came up next to me and started laughing. I could not figure out the issue until they explained it wasn't land, but the largest fucking ice cube I had ever seen.
They used some wood on board to fashion a sign that read 'MAXLAND, VASSAL OF DARKWATER ' and hammered it into the ice.
SO now, floating around the north sea, somewhere, is a sovereign outpost of Darkater. Population: Two penguins.
Written By Max
Nov. 13, 2016, 5:06 a.m.(2/9/1005 AR)
I vacillate between thinking Natalia is infuriating and thinking she is interesting.
I think she may just be interestingly infuriating.
I think she may just be interestingly infuriating.
Written By Max
Nov. 12, 2016, 9:42 a.m.(2/7/1005 AR)
My social graces are coming right along just fine.
I sang a bawdy song for Princesses Donella and Natalia, just before fighting a duel that sprayed Lady Margot with my own blood.
I cannot in any truth say I am displeased with that dinner.
I sang a bawdy song for Princesses Donella and Natalia, just before fighting a duel that sprayed Lady Margot with my own blood.
I cannot in any truth say I am displeased with that dinner.
Written By Max
Nov. 9, 2016, 1:28 p.m.(1/26/1005 AR)
I needed to clear my head last night, so I took the beach. The Damnation and her support ships, the Purgatory and Pariah, they anchored just off the breakers and I could hear their drummers. I built a bonfire and I walked the beach.
The smell of salt and soot, the crash of waves and the thrum of the wardrums, they helped me to find some peace with my situation here in the city. With my brothers death and my new responsibilities.
Many say the sea provides everything you need. That if you walk the beach long enough, you will find the item or idea you were lacking.
Last night, the sea gave me a vision of a mermaid, a lass of seaweed hair and perfectly buoyant breasts. A warm kiss on my lips and a firm hip under my hand. I took, she gave. I gave, she took. It was a lovely distraction.
Did I dream it? Perhaps.
But the sea gave me what I needed.
The smell of salt and soot, the crash of waves and the thrum of the wardrums, they helped me to find some peace with my situation here in the city. With my brothers death and my new responsibilities.
Many say the sea provides everything you need. That if you walk the beach long enough, you will find the item or idea you were lacking.
Last night, the sea gave me a vision of a mermaid, a lass of seaweed hair and perfectly buoyant breasts. A warm kiss on my lips and a firm hip under my hand. I took, she gave. I gave, she took. It was a lovely distraction.
Did I dream it? Perhaps.
But the sea gave me what I needed.
Written By Max
Nov. 6, 2016, 10:56 p.m.(1/18/1005 AR)
I am slowly getting to know the ways of the city. The ways of the mainlanders. Their food, their fashion and their sense of honor.
Their duels are intensely unsatisfying. No broken bones, no friendly drink when it was over, no boasting. No crowd of friends egging them on.
So strange.
Their duels are intensely unsatisfying. No broken bones, no friendly drink when it was over, no boasting. No crowd of friends egging them on.
So strange.
Written By Max
Nov. 6, 2016, 10:56 p.m.(1/18/1005 AR)
I am slowly getting to know the ways of the city. The ways of the mainlanders. Their food, their fashion and their sense of honor.
Their duels are intensely unsatisfying. No broken bones, no friendly drink when it was over, no boasting. No crowd of friends egging them on.
So strange.
Their duels are intensely unsatisfying. No broken bones, no friendly drink when it was over, no boasting. No crowd of friends egging them on.
So strange.
Written By Max
Nov. 6, 2016, 10:50 p.m.(1/18/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Kima
This woman has Victus' respect? How the hell did that happen?
Fairhair Sausagesnatcher, I warn you - your mysteries will yield to me!
Fairhair Sausagesnatcher, I warn you - your mysteries will yield to me!
Written By Max
Nov. 6, 2016, 10:46 p.m.(1/18/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Victus
This man is a patron, mentor and friend. I would sail into the darkwater for him, if he asked it, trusting that he had good cause.
When one insults him, one insults me.
When one insults him, one insults me.
Written By Max
Nov. 6, 2016, 7:44 a.m.(1/16/1005 AR)
Well. This is a start.
Prince Valarius apparently reads. Thats good. And he reads my journal! I am so terribly flattered. Here I am, hardly in town and he follows my musings so religiously.
He doesn't really -like- them, which I admit I entirely expected. That was the point, after all. To give him cause to chafe. To make him sore, like a pebble in the boot. In the presence of comfort, no man moves.
And now he moves. He shows promise. He even started insulting me. He needs work - nothing some time at sea with a crew of real sailors could not fix - but I almost wished I had a sister that his jibe about her making him breakfast would have found good home.
I find myself almost liking this man. I have concern for his hobbies, as they led Alrec so astray...
But at least this prince wishes to fight. This is a good sign.
Prince Valarius apparently reads. Thats good. And he reads my journal! I am so terribly flattered. Here I am, hardly in town and he follows my musings so religiously.
He doesn't really -like- them, which I admit I entirely expected. That was the point, after all. To give him cause to chafe. To make him sore, like a pebble in the boot. In the presence of comfort, no man moves.
And now he moves. He shows promise. He even started insulting me. He needs work - nothing some time at sea with a crew of real sailors could not fix - but I almost wished I had a sister that his jibe about her making him breakfast would have found good home.
I find myself almost liking this man. I have concern for his hobbies, as they led Alrec so astray...
But at least this prince wishes to fight. This is a good sign.
Written By Max
Nov. 5, 2016, 4:29 a.m.(1/13/1005 AR)
Apparently Princess Natalia is literate.
She found my previous entry in the stacks and made her displeasure known. I did say she's not as vapid she seems. She wants my help with some Jaysus festival. I honor the gods, but this is womens work and I need to see what my resources and house needs are before I commit to helping a pissed off perfumed princess. I will have to consult with my factors then get back to her.
I engaged this evening with Prince Valarius of the Thrax, and I confess... unless my meeting with Donella goes FANTASTICALLY well, I am concerned for the direction my liege house is taking. How have the Thrax gotten so soft? Does the mainland infect a sailors soul and make him into a fop? If this is so, I will set sail immediately and this cities politics -be damned-. Valarius is not irredeemable, but he seems so content to sip his sweet wines and gossip with women.
I am going to drag him to sea and combat, and put hair on his goddamn balls.
I swear it.
She found my previous entry in the stacks and made her displeasure known. I did say she's not as vapid she seems. She wants my help with some Jaysus festival. I honor the gods, but this is womens work and I need to see what my resources and house needs are before I commit to helping a pissed off perfumed princess. I will have to consult with my factors then get back to her.
I engaged this evening with Prince Valarius of the Thrax, and I confess... unless my meeting with Donella goes FANTASTICALLY well, I am concerned for the direction my liege house is taking. How have the Thrax gotten so soft? Does the mainland infect a sailors soul and make him into a fop? If this is so, I will set sail immediately and this cities politics -be damned-. Valarius is not irredeemable, but he seems so content to sip his sweet wines and gossip with women.
I am going to drag him to sea and combat, and put hair on his goddamn balls.
I swear it.
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