Written By Orathy
Feb. 21, 2018, 6:06 p.m.(3/25/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Alarissa
Oy. Reckon this rich Silky Princess be treating the common man shit like. YE BE WARNED:
Common man reaches out to be respondin to her offer for military writs, cause he be having some aye.
He - ME - be listin his price at 350 each.
She be reckoning she be collecting those writs for Thrax 'n for the war efforts and only do be paying 275, an excuse to be negotiatin - aye that be fair.
I be tellin her I be having orphans to feed, tellin her 325.
She be counterin proper like with no more excuses, to 300 each.
I be denyin it, sayin I can be findin buyers elsewhere - cause there be need for it all the work 'n writs I be securin, aye? It be the end of it, as I were thinking.
Then she be reachin out and saying she be taking them, for 325... and I be agreein!
But aye, then she be saying too much time has passed and it ain't needed no more. She ain't be needing to keep to her agreements. Aye fuck. I ain't be fuckin walkin around with me writs in my pocket, it be taking times to arrange it all.
Tis all ya gotta know about the woman. If she be finding a better deal elsewhere, she be spittin on ya to do it, even after givin ya bloody hopes up. Fucking silks.
Common man reaches out to be respondin to her offer for military writs, cause he be having some aye.
He - ME - be listin his price at 350 each.
She be reckoning she be collecting those writs for Thrax 'n for the war efforts and only do be paying 275, an excuse to be negotiatin - aye that be fair.
I be tellin her I be having orphans to feed, tellin her 325.
She be counterin proper like with no more excuses, to 300 each.
I be denyin it, sayin I can be findin buyers elsewhere - cause there be need for it all the work 'n writs I be securin, aye? It be the end of it, as I were thinking.
Then she be reachin out and saying she be taking them, for 325... and I be agreein!
But aye, then she be saying too much time has passed and it ain't needed no more. She ain't be needing to keep to her agreements. Aye fuck. I ain't be fuckin walkin around with me writs in my pocket, it be taking times to arrange it all.
Tis all ya gotta know about the woman. If she be finding a better deal elsewhere, she be spittin on ya to do it, even after givin ya bloody hopes up. Fucking silks.
Written By Orathy
Feb. 19, 2018, 11:53 a.m.(3/21/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Caspian
Oy, Thrall Boy, you disgust me.
Written By Orathy
Feb. 19, 2018, 1:31 a.m.(3/20/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Itzal
A poem for me? Aww. Ya fucking shouldn't have!
Written By Orathy
Feb. 14, 2018, 1:59 p.m.(3/5/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Sorrel
Ain't sure he were lying, otherwise they weren't be rushing to kill 'em so quick aye? People ain't be dying for tellin lies, mostly they be getting beat up.
AYE... they be dying for telling truths others ain't want you to hear about.
AYE... they be dying for telling truths others ain't want you to hear about.
Written By Orathy
Feb. 14, 2018, 1:59 a.m.(3/4/1008 AR)
Holy fuck'n prodigal scrotum knob lickers!!! It were bigger than the fucking trees! And the faces! DEM eyes bugging out, screaming against the skin like that.
Creepy shit! Ain't ever seen the likes before and I be seeing a lot of shit, like skeletons rising to some Archlectors's fucking call and mindless gits coming up from the sea to fight us. Now this? FUCK IT. FUCK IT. More fucking whiskey. FUCK IT. ALL THE WHISKEY. I ain't drunk enough for this shit!! ALL THE FUCKING WHISKEY.
Creepy shit! Ain't ever seen the likes before and I be seeing a lot of shit, like skeletons rising to some Archlectors's fucking call and mindless gits coming up from the sea to fight us. Now this? FUCK IT. FUCK IT. More fucking whiskey. FUCK IT. ALL THE WHISKEY. I ain't drunk enough for this shit!! ALL THE FUCKING WHISKEY.
Written By Orathy
Feb. 13, 2018, 1:47 p.m.(3/3/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Juliana
I reckon I be peekin through your keyhole, but then I be getting stabbed in the eye right bout now! Ain't needing another gold star! That be a choice eh? Not to be stabbed in the eye? Aye, aye?
Written By Orathy
Feb. 13, 2018, 1:41 p.m.(3/3/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Itzal
Itzal ya young cad! Reckon you ought to be trying this! It be a fucking thing when all them higher ups be responding to a drunken man's journalin. I even be getting presents for it!
Written By Orathy
Feb. 13, 2018, 1:40 p.m.(3/3/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Samael
Ain't thinking you be wanting over a hundred thousand people marching - could be more in the Boroughs - to the academy to find out the truth you lot be making it as. Reckon the point be made when Esra got dead. The truth be what the victors make of it, eh?
Written By Orathy
Feb. 13, 2018, 1:12 p.m.(3/3/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Aureth
Well shit on a fucking rug, I got a gold fucking star!
Reckon it can be pinned to me collar and looking swell.
Much appreciated! Badge of fucking honor this be.
Reckon it can be pinned to me collar and looking swell.
Much appreciated! Badge of fucking honor this be.
Written By Orathy
Feb. 13, 2018, 1:06 p.m.(3/3/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Aureth
Fucking great! How bloody exciting! Reckon it best be not something trendy like sending a Sword to kill me ya know? I hear that be all the rage.
Written By Orathy
Feb. 13, 2018, 12:59 p.m.(3/3/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Aureth
Oy! Did I win something? Stupidest man award? Fucking unbelievable! I ain't ever win nothin! Being a super genius is awesome.
Written By Orathy
Feb. 13, 2018, 11:11 a.m.(3/3/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Magpie
GASP. Reckon you ain't just implying the Faith would be conspiring to murder someone and be covering it up?
How fucking awful!
The faith would never!
They believe in justice.
Harhar.
Reckon I need more whiskey.
How fucking awful!
The faith would never!
They believe in justice.
Harhar.
Reckon I need more whiskey.
Written By Orathy
Feb. 13, 2018, 10:21 a.m.(3/2/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Orazio
Reckon I be thinking if it were me that "self defended" against Esra, you would be "arresting" me for it 'n calling it the m word.
Aye, but do keep blowing smoke out yer arse, it be what you do best.
Aye, but do keep blowing smoke out yer arse, it be what you do best.
Written By Orathy
Feb. 13, 2018, 7:51 a.m.(3/2/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Ainsley
Yer a little late on that Princy Boy. Reckon it do be easier protecting the dead.
Written By Orathy
Feb. 13, 2018, 7:50 a.m.(3/2/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Caspian
Aye. You best be rememberin if you make a mistake, they be coming to "arrest" you too. Reckon they be saying Caspian Wild resisted and the man, died. Fuckin Shame!
Written By Orathy
Feb. 13, 2018, 12:37 a.m.(3/2/1008 AR)
Reckon it be ironic Esra be killed and his so called proclamation removed. Sounds a bit like there were truth to his words after all. Aye but guess what, we aint be reading what them were cause it were determined we ain't allowed to hear em.
And I reckon when a man be cornered, aye he fighting tooth and nail to survive. Question being, who be calling self defense? The guy they gave a title of Sword too and who be knowing how to fight or the book worm finding out secrets fleeing because he be made a monster for em?
Fuck me silly. You all believe this shit?
Reckon I be needing a lot more whiskey to believe it. Please be sending my way eh?
And I reckon when a man be cornered, aye he fighting tooth and nail to survive. Question being, who be calling self defense? The guy they gave a title of Sword too and who be knowing how to fight or the book worm finding out secrets fleeing because he be made a monster for em?
Fuck me silly. You all believe this shit?
Reckon I be needing a lot more whiskey to believe it. Please be sending my way eh?
Written By Orathy
Jan. 29, 2018, 8:14 p.m.(1/22/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Victus
Get yer fucking marriage drivel off the white pages. Reckon just talk to the woman.
Fucking shit, you make me want to thrash ya in the ring.
Fucking shit, you make me want to thrash ya in the ring.
Written By Orathy
Jan. 27, 2018, 11:05 p.m.(1/18/1008 AR)
Reckon I will be Orathy Culler and stomp on all your flowers.
Boot. Heel. To. ALL. YOUR. FLOWERS.
Pansy asses. HAH.
Boot. Heel. To. ALL. YOUR. FLOWERS.
Pansy asses. HAH.
Written By Orathy
Jan. 24, 2018, 4:44 p.m.(1/12/1008 AR)
Aye but I do be lovin my fucking bed 'n me liquor cabinet 'n me room and all the good shit from Pravus.
Me tongue wags like I were still not spoiled meself. I have a fucking bed. I be spoiled. It's a good feelin when yer an old bastard to have a soft cushion.
Me Duchess is the best. Aye. Retire in comfort one day I will. Ain't a rag to riches story but it be a rag to a fucking plush bed story.
Me tongue wags like I were still not spoiled meself. I have a fucking bed. I be spoiled. It's a good feelin when yer an old bastard to have a soft cushion.
Me Duchess is the best. Aye. Retire in comfort one day I will. Ain't a rag to riches story but it be a rag to a fucking plush bed story.
Written By Orathy
Jan. 24, 2018, 4:14 p.m.(1/12/1008 AR)
Aye this is rich, rich people trying to tell the rest of the world they ain't spoiled eh. I be with Shard on this one. A'course, the measure of who be spoiled be rollin out the tongues of those who claim to be honorable and then work together in a group of five or more aye, to take down one old untrained commoner.
Aye aye, ya lot be not-spoiled and honorable. Suppose me shit don't stink while we be at it!
But I must be sayin, if any of you lot feel too spoiled, reckon I could be using some better boots and me pockets always be open for more silver.
Aye aye, ya lot be not-spoiled and honorable. Suppose me shit don't stink while we be at it!
But I must be sayin, if any of you lot feel too spoiled, reckon I could be using some better boots and me pockets always be open for more silver.
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