Written By Serafine
April 21, 2017, 1:41 a.m.(4/23/1006 AR)
Lord Silas hits like a damn moose. Ow. Eight guards to fight and run circles around and he knocks me on my ass like we're sparring.
I need to work on my tells.
Good fight, well done, also I think I've got a broken rib.
Prig.
I need to work on my tells.
Good fight, well done, also I think I've got a broken rib.
Prig.
Written By Serafine
April 20, 2017, 12:10 p.m.(4/22/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Silas
Boss, need an escort when you go about your business? You're prime meat on the marriage market without your title, but -now-?
[It's noted the subject doesn't say anything discernible, mostly just cackles, snickers, chortles, and the like, with some syllables that sound like very vulgar, descriptive words.]
[It's noted the subject doesn't say anything discernible, mostly just cackles, snickers, chortles, and the like, with some syllables that sound like very vulgar, descriptive words.]
Written By Serafine
April 19, 2017, 4:19 p.m.(4/20/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Talen
I really do enjoy this side of my sister you've brought out. Now the whole world can see it and marvel at the adorable, acerbic, witty little twat I've had the pleasure of knowing my whole life.
Written By Serafine
April 18, 2017, 11:56 a.m.(4/18/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Harper
If that bastard ever cuts you loose, I call first dibs on your patronage.
Written By Serafine
April 18, 2017, 11:55 a.m.(4/18/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Talen
Don't be so sure, those Valardins are some kinky ducks, they taught me a thing or two.
Written By Serafine
April 17, 2017, 12:37 a.m.(4/15/1006 AR)
First Fight Night. I was second place. I don't mind it.
I do mind the bruises I'm covered in. Gods above, I look like I rolled around naked in a blackberry field.
I do mind the bruises I'm covered in. Gods above, I look like I rolled around naked in a blackberry field.
Written By Serafine
April 17, 2017, 12:24 a.m.(4/15/1006 AR)
...the FIRST rule about Fight Night is-
Written By Serafine
April 16, 2017, 11:48 p.m.(4/15/1006 AR)
I am trying to figure out words that rhyme with 'Serafine'. For a friend. Can you help me scholar?
[There's several words crossed out and written in, the list is now:]
parafine
[and then a bunch of made up words that end in '-fine']
[There's several words crossed out and written in, the list is now:]
parafine
[and then a bunch of made up words that end in '-fine']
Written By Serafine
April 16, 2017, 11:46 p.m.(4/14/1006 AR)
Patrol. Scowl. Talk. Hug. Patrol. Kiss. Hug. Adult hugging. Kiss. Sleep. And then somewhere in that, I sleep.
Written By Serafine
April 15, 2017, 12:36 a.m.(4/11/1006 AR)
When is it better to have Oblivion take the -entire world-? Because it seems more and more that there are those intent to divide us than unify us, and plainly, I am getting more than fed up defending and protecting people that would take the time to spread words of division than hold their tongues until after we, all of Arvum, no longer have the fate of Not Being looming over our heads. Aye, this isn't confined to us, is it? This is the fate of the -world-, held in the balance on the strength and willpower of Mortals. Isn't it better to face dishonor and shame in the generations to come, because there will -be- generations to come and not just Nothing?
I am sorry, I cannot pore over the war-crime's of an ally's vassal while I'm in the middle of defending the city, and helping keep the evil beyond the walls from Ending Everything, and I am not going to condemn the House who sends soldiers to watch my back, my comrades' backs, my fellow men-and-women-in arms, and those I hold dear. It's common sense. You don't shit where you eat.
You want to raise a fuss? Fine. Can it wait until we've got this shit handled and the war is over and the Big Bads are dead and we're not in danger of starving? I can't defend my back and my front at the same gods damned time.
I'm too fucking busy dealing with the enemy before me than to make enemies inside the walls I live in.
I am sorry, I cannot pore over the war-crime's of an ally's vassal while I'm in the middle of defending the city, and helping keep the evil beyond the walls from Ending Everything, and I am not going to condemn the House who sends soldiers to watch my back, my comrades' backs, my fellow men-and-women-in arms, and those I hold dear. It's common sense. You don't shit where you eat.
You want to raise a fuss? Fine. Can it wait until we've got this shit handled and the war is over and the Big Bads are dead and we're not in danger of starving? I can't defend my back and my front at the same gods damned time.
I'm too fucking busy dealing with the enemy before me than to make enemies inside the walls I live in.
Written By Serafine
April 9, 2017, 10:17 p.m.(3/28/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Tikva
Oh, my lady. If ever I would name a child after a person, it would be you.
As it is, you may have to settle for a cat or a fox or something.
Truly, though; you're a -gifted- artist.
As it is, you may have to settle for a cat or a fox or something.
Truly, though; you're a -gifted- artist.
Written By Serafine
April 9, 2017, 8:25 p.m.(3/28/1006 AR)
When your beloved sings a song about beating the enemy with flatulence.
I couldn't be more in love with this woman.
I couldn't be more in love with this woman.
Written By Serafine
April 8, 2017, 2:52 a.m.(3/25/1006 AR)
I swear, I talk more than I wield a blade these last few days, but I know it's important. My routes have been through the lowers, have been since I got into the Iron Guard, and I will say, I do enjoy it. I enjoy talking to folks and earning their trust with my presence, hopefully letting them feel safer too. I assume nothing, but I know I don't get anything thrown at me.
But aye, I have to do the talking. Questions, so many questions, calming and encouraging as much as I might have to thunk a thief back in peace-time.
I still need to stay loose, however, so when I get a night that's more talking than fighting, I head to the Training Center.
A pair of Knights obliged me even Leta. Was a good way to end it, but it got even better: after Dame Esoka went on her way, Armel and Leta and I sat in the pews and Leta brought out her lute.
Sharing songs makes a fellow feel ... human, in all the best ways. Now, I was sober, mind, so my singing was -terrible-, and Armel wasn't too bad himself. Leta practices with that instrument of hers and gets better every time I hear her play. I can listen to that lute all night.
Daresay we almost did. Wee hours of the morning it was when we staggered to our homes, far too sober to be up at that hour, but smiles on our faces and much laughter echoing through the rafters of the training center. The Healers weren't too happy with us; we made noises that like as not should be harnessed as a weapon to scare the army at our gates. Dying cats sound more melodic than we did, but I swear, my face hurts with the grinning and chortling that went on.
My hope has yet to flag but this was a good boost to the spirit. But next time, my pride demands a few shots before next I attempt to sing.
But aye, I have to do the talking. Questions, so many questions, calming and encouraging as much as I might have to thunk a thief back in peace-time.
I still need to stay loose, however, so when I get a night that's more talking than fighting, I head to the Training Center.
A pair of Knights obliged me even Leta. Was a good way to end it, but it got even better: after Dame Esoka went on her way, Armel and Leta and I sat in the pews and Leta brought out her lute.
Sharing songs makes a fellow feel ... human, in all the best ways. Now, I was sober, mind, so my singing was -terrible-, and Armel wasn't too bad himself. Leta practices with that instrument of hers and gets better every time I hear her play. I can listen to that lute all night.
Daresay we almost did. Wee hours of the morning it was when we staggered to our homes, far too sober to be up at that hour, but smiles on our faces and much laughter echoing through the rafters of the training center. The Healers weren't too happy with us; we made noises that like as not should be harnessed as a weapon to scare the army at our gates. Dying cats sound more melodic than we did, but I swear, my face hurts with the grinning and chortling that went on.
My hope has yet to flag but this was a good boost to the spirit. But next time, my pride demands a few shots before next I attempt to sing.
Written By Serafine
April 5, 2017, 5:47 p.m.(3/20/1006 AR)
Today is the day my baby sister, the Princess of Darkness herself, was born. They ought to put a sign up in the Velenosa estate in the room she was birthed in. I can see it now, it reads, "And thus a blizzard in human form was born, she didn't cry when she came out, she simply glared at the midwife and the attendants, and waited patiently for them to bathe her, dress her, and when she was given her mother's breast to feed, she scowled before finally relenting, as if such nourishment was -beneath her-.."
That's my gift to you, Elly. I'm writing a whole fictitious backstory, when you fade into mythology, they'll have proof of your existence with clear, precise descriptions but the legend's own sister: me.
I love you, you terrible, icy bitch. I hope it's a good day for you.
That's my gift to you, Elly. I'm writing a whole fictitious backstory, when you fade into mythology, they'll have proof of your existence with clear, precise descriptions but the legend's own sister: me.
I love you, you terrible, icy bitch. I hope it's a good day for you.
Written By Serafine
April 3, 2017, 8:17 p.m.(3/16/1006 AR)
Panicked young men who are equal parts excited and anxious and terrified are one of life's great joys to watch.
I know, laughing isn't a nice thing to do but I can't help it.
Alright, now I'm just giggling.
I know, laughing isn't a nice thing to do but I can't help it.
Alright, now I'm just giggling.
Written By Serafine
April 2, 2017, 11:49 p.m.(3/15/1006 AR)
I think I've discovered I'm far more Lycene than I thought I was in the beginning.
It's not a complaint. What's wrong with self-discovery?
It's not a complaint. What's wrong with self-discovery?
Written By Serafine
April 2, 2017, 11:48 p.m.(3/15/1006 AR)
Armor mended. Home shored up. Precious items stashed away.
Too many people to meet with. Too many things to get done. Like wedging slats into cracks, careful mallets and well planned tension, it's all meticulous. More than a soldier is used to.
I hope all of it is enough.
Too many people to meet with. Too many things to get done. Like wedging slats into cracks, careful mallets and well planned tension, it's all meticulous. More than a soldier is used to.
I hope all of it is enough.
Written By Serafine
March 29, 2017, 6:34 p.m.(3/6/1006 AR)
[It's noted the subject is 'in their cups', as they say, tipsy but not exactly drunk. And she's singing. Transcribing:]
Barkeep!
Another moonshine, please.
Yes of course, you can keep the change.
A new glass here, for this new friend of mine-
Forgive me, I forgot your name.
Flip a coin!
What shall we talk about?
Heads- I tell the truth,
tails? I lie.
I came all the way
from Southport today.
Now Sanctum's pouring rain
and I'm going blind again-
And I haven’t seen my girl
for fifteen thousand miles.
But is it true
it's always happy-hour here?
If it is I'd like to stay a while.
And as cliché as it may sound,
I'd like to raise another round,
And if you bottle’s empty
help yourself to mine.
Thank you for your time!
And here's to life..!
Barkeep!
We need to go around again.
One for me and what's-his-name,
my new best friend.
So deal me in
and I'll pick my cards up off the floor.
I'll see a lucky coin
and raise a pack of lies.
Smile to the man at the door,
another four-silver more.
But don't look him in the eyes,
he'll break your heart.
We came all the way
from Southport today.
Still Sanctum's pissin' rain
and we're going blind again
and I haven’t seen my girl
for fifteen thousand miles.
Is it true
it's always happy hour here?
If it is I'd like to stay a while.
Well as cliché as it may sound,
I'd like to raise another round.
And if you bottle’s empty,
help yourself to mine.
Thank you for your time,
And here's to life...!
[Subject kisses scholar's cheek, leaves a bottle of very clear, very potent liquor, leaves.]
(OOC: Adapted to Arx from 'Mekong', written by Brian David Blush and Roger Clyne)
Barkeep!
Another moonshine, please.
Yes of course, you can keep the change.
A new glass here, for this new friend of mine-
Forgive me, I forgot your name.
Flip a coin!
What shall we talk about?
Heads- I tell the truth,
tails? I lie.
I came all the way
from Southport today.
Now Sanctum's pouring rain
and I'm going blind again-
And I haven’t seen my girl
for fifteen thousand miles.
But is it true
it's always happy-hour here?
If it is I'd like to stay a while.
And as cliché as it may sound,
I'd like to raise another round,
And if you bottle’s empty
help yourself to mine.
Thank you for your time!
And here's to life..!
Barkeep!
We need to go around again.
One for me and what's-his-name,
my new best friend.
So deal me in
and I'll pick my cards up off the floor.
I'll see a lucky coin
and raise a pack of lies.
Smile to the man at the door,
another four-silver more.
But don't look him in the eyes,
he'll break your heart.
We came all the way
from Southport today.
Still Sanctum's pissin' rain
and we're going blind again
and I haven’t seen my girl
for fifteen thousand miles.
Is it true
it's always happy hour here?
If it is I'd like to stay a while.
Well as cliché as it may sound,
I'd like to raise another round.
And if you bottle’s empty,
help yourself to mine.
Thank you for your time,
And here's to life...!
[Subject kisses scholar's cheek, leaves a bottle of very clear, very potent liquor, leaves.]
(OOC: Adapted to Arx from 'Mekong', written by Brian David Blush and Roger Clyne)
Written By Serafine
March 26, 2017, 8:13 p.m.(2/28/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Talen
I put it in my backyard. When it warms up, I'm going to turn it into my own private swimming hole.
We'll have a garden party and I'll let you play in it.
We'll have a garden party and I'll let you play in it.
Written By Serafine
March 26, 2017, 8:08 p.m.(2/28/1006 AR)
Trying to keep my woman safe and she goes off to sweat with a pretty lass without me.
I'd say I'm devastated but my magpie cuts a dashing figure either way.
It pleases me that in the midst of all things, many of us still follow our nature, and her's is to teach some days.
I'd say I'm devastated but my magpie cuts a dashing figure either way.
It pleases me that in the midst of all things, many of us still follow our nature, and her's is to teach some days.
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