Written By Orathy
Jan. 22, 2018, 12:07 a.m.(1/6/1008 AR)
Reckon breaking mirrors ain't as satisfactory as breaking faces.
Written By Orathy
Jan. 15, 2018, 8:21 p.m.(12/22/1007 AR)
Fuck ya gotta love having enemies.
Written By Orathy
Jan. 14, 2018, 4:05 p.m.(12/19/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Aerandir
**A scholar dictates**
I ain't knowing why Cyrus be thinking your journal be worth something eh. But there it were, being shoved under me nose.
Your purpose son? Aye, reckon it is to die, but before you die, you best work your ass off and make someone above you more wealthy. Reckon that be the lot of it.
Between being born and dying, you get to make choices of how you live, granted the choices we be allotted ain't many if you be of common blood. But aye son, hold a woman close, or two or three. Get fit, have fun doing it. Drink, gamble, piss away silver. Aye, but if you want to be leaving a legacy behind, reckon you be needing to take up a wife and leave something behind in way of a git. Nay, even then, after your kid have kids and them kids have kids, no one going to be remembering you or what you be doing. You be having to come to terms with it. The more you get caught up with finding purpose the less you be able to enjoy the world around ya. Aye, the world is shit and it might not have much to offer fellas like us, those born without a fancy name. But there be some joy to it. A bottle of whiskey, a kiss to a pretty lass, being able to best a fancy silkie in the fighting ring...
We ain't get to be choosing where we be born or to whom or what life style we get. The Wheel shat us out at the low end of the world and it be a damn struggle to get anywhere better than where we started. Reckon I have grey in me beard and I just be getting a comfortable bed to sleep on not a few years back. And that bed, was worth the fucking struggle. Gods it be softer than a ladies pampered arse.
At the end, we only get to be choosing how we die. Fight a war for some noble prick if you want. Fight to protect those who ain't be skilled to protect themselves, like many in the lowers. Fuck for fun. Fuck for love. Dance. Get drunk. Be an care-free arsehole. Still, if you be wanting to be some famous bastard that gets a statue at the end, ain't sure how to help. Reality is, all them nobles are fighting to get their image cut in stone, and there be a whole fucking city of 'em.
Reckon you be figuring it out soon enough.
I ain't knowing why Cyrus be thinking your journal be worth something eh. But there it were, being shoved under me nose.
Your purpose son? Aye, reckon it is to die, but before you die, you best work your ass off and make someone above you more wealthy. Reckon that be the lot of it.
Between being born and dying, you get to make choices of how you live, granted the choices we be allotted ain't many if you be of common blood. But aye son, hold a woman close, or two or three. Get fit, have fun doing it. Drink, gamble, piss away silver. Aye, but if you want to be leaving a legacy behind, reckon you be needing to take up a wife and leave something behind in way of a git. Nay, even then, after your kid have kids and them kids have kids, no one going to be remembering you or what you be doing. You be having to come to terms with it. The more you get caught up with finding purpose the less you be able to enjoy the world around ya. Aye, the world is shit and it might not have much to offer fellas like us, those born without a fancy name. But there be some joy to it. A bottle of whiskey, a kiss to a pretty lass, being able to best a fancy silkie in the fighting ring...
We ain't get to be choosing where we be born or to whom or what life style we get. The Wheel shat us out at the low end of the world and it be a damn struggle to get anywhere better than where we started. Reckon I have grey in me beard and I just be getting a comfortable bed to sleep on not a few years back. And that bed, was worth the fucking struggle. Gods it be softer than a ladies pampered arse.
At the end, we only get to be choosing how we die. Fight a war for some noble prick if you want. Fight to protect those who ain't be skilled to protect themselves, like many in the lowers. Fuck for fun. Fuck for love. Dance. Get drunk. Be an care-free arsehole. Still, if you be wanting to be some famous bastard that gets a statue at the end, ain't sure how to help. Reality is, all them nobles are fighting to get their image cut in stone, and there be a whole fucking city of 'em.
Reckon you be figuring it out soon enough.
Written By Orathy
Jan. 14, 2018, 3:27 p.m.(12/19/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Margerie
That smile. First class.
Written By Orathy
Jan. 14, 2018, 2:50 p.m.(12/19/1007 AR)
Reckon I bested a lot of youngins today at the Gauntlet.
Ain't winning, though I be taking silver. Aye, second. Silver. It fits.
Ain't winning, though I be taking silver. Aye, second. Silver. It fits.
Written By Orathy
Jan. 2, 2018, 3:23 p.m.(11/20/1007 AR)
You ain't getting a job if no one hires ya... and then ya wonder why people resort to crime.
Before you be thinking what you be thinking, I be house Pravus now eh, but I be knowing what it were like before them.
Before you be thinking what you be thinking, I be house Pravus now eh, but I be knowing what it were like before them.
Written By Orathy
Dec. 23, 2017, 4:38 a.m.(10/27/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Mae
Reckon you be saying I should not be asking pretty young women on a date right now, eh?
Written By Orathy
Dec. 3, 2017, 11:57 p.m.(9/15/1007 AR)
Better locks next time!
Written By Orathy
Dec. 3, 2017, 11:51 p.m.(9/15/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Tessa
Best thighs of all of Arx.
Written By Orathy
Nov. 17, 2017, 1:01 a.m.(8/7/1007 AR)
Fuck I hate water, but I be grateful for not being keel hauled in a pool.
Written By Orathy
Nov. 12, 2017, 10:36 p.m.(7/27/1007 AR)
Reckon there be folk who want to whisper about me and get me in bad terms with those I owe fealty too, eh? Come out of your shadows and face me. Cowards.
Written By Orathy
Nov. 12, 2017, 10:23 p.m.(7/27/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
Aint going to say I have a good memory, blame it on the whiskey aye, but reckon for the first time in a while, I be having some good memories worth wantin to keep hold of. Tis a weird thing, oce ya get to know 'em, Pravus nobles ain't bad at all.
Written By Orathy
Nov. 12, 2017, 9:03 p.m.(7/26/1007 AR)
Finally there be some benefit from having given oath to House Pravus. Aye, reckon I had a fucking good time.
Written By Orathy
Nov. 7, 2017, 1:37 a.m.(7/15/1007 AR)
Fucking OW. I ain't supposed to get knifed at Silk taverns.
*blood splatters*
I be corrected! I be told it was I got quilled. Pen knife right into me hand.
This after listening to a sermon by some Dusted up Brother who be knowing mummer's tricks?
Too much for old Rath today.
Where be a good fight when I needs it, uh? Least that be simple.
And aye. Name's Rath now. Lady Quill's suggestion. Kind of sticks.
*blood splatters*
I be corrected! I be told it was I got quilled. Pen knife right into me hand.
This after listening to a sermon by some Dusted up Brother who be knowing mummer's tricks?
Too much for old Rath today.
Where be a good fight when I needs it, uh? Least that be simple.
And aye. Name's Rath now. Lady Quill's suggestion. Kind of sticks.
Written By Orathy
Nov. 5, 2017, 8:47 p.m.(7/13/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Juliana
You be the exception to the rule.
Written By Orathy
Nov. 5, 2017, 1:08 p.m.(7/12/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Aleksei
Break the chains of poverty under your own nose oh mighty Archlector! Put your silver where your mouth is.
Written By Orathy
Nov. 5, 2017, 2:19 a.m.(7/11/1007 AR)
This Arx lot be caring about people called Abandoned and now Thralls. Reckon it be a good thing the Cullers be around to look after our own people in the Lowers. Mae be a good example of it. Reckon I be proud of her.
Written By Orathy
Nov. 5, 2017, 1:40 a.m.(7/11/1007 AR)
Anyone be needing a hand with sorting out the good from the bad or freemen from nobles and shit... reckon I be bored enough to swing a club at their heads, for a price.
Written By Orathy
Oct. 19, 2017, 11:08 a.m.(6/6/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Raja
Don't believe this kid. I'm a mean bastard, a ruthless killer that cares about nothing!!
And, Raja, you still owe me a lunch.
And, Raja, you still owe me a lunch.
Written By Orathy
Oct. 18, 2017, 6:43 p.m.(6/4/1007 AR)
I haven't seen a silver of this charity. Try again.
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