Written By Alarissa
June 7, 2018, 10:45 p.m.(12/8/1008 AR)
Why do people insist on putting fingers through icing on cakes that others are going to eat.
Or Axes.. that have cleaved through mirrorborn.
Really. That's just... ruined cake.
Or Axes.. that have cleaved through mirrorborn.
Really. That's just... ruined cake.
Written By Alarissa
June 7, 2018, 1:50 p.m.(12/7/1008 AR)
I suppose I might write here the prompt by my husband.
My preferred weapon to wield?
Pellinor. He's always sharp, very intimidating, never loses his edge and when I have no need of him, he's off to do what... former Keaton Huntsmen do. I'm fairly sure that he's seducing the cook. Very sure. There's always some jelly in the corner of his beard and I see her looks at him when going over the menu's for the week.
Second to that is my husband. Or precisely, his axe.
Though I am quite surprised that he didn't say my sharp wit or tongue.
My preferred weapon to wield?
Pellinor. He's always sharp, very intimidating, never loses his edge and when I have no need of him, he's off to do what... former Keaton Huntsmen do. I'm fairly sure that he's seducing the cook. Very sure. There's always some jelly in the corner of his beard and I see her looks at him when going over the menu's for the week.
Second to that is my husband. Or precisely, his axe.
Though I am quite surprised that he didn't say my sharp wit or tongue.
Written By Alarissa
May 28, 2018, 10 p.m.(11/13/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Victus
I am convinced that my husband desires to sleep in our marital chambers with the windows open, no blankets, no fire, alone.
Whereas I desire to sleep in the palace, with a fire, with blankets and warm.
I should send word to his Majesty I'll be taking that room up again.
Or go to Velenosa.
I think I'l go sleep at Velenosa till he gets this nonsense out of his head that cold air is good for a baby.
Whereas I desire to sleep in the palace, with a fire, with blankets and warm.
I should send word to his Majesty I'll be taking that room up again.
Or go to Velenosa.
I think I'l go sleep at Velenosa till he gets this nonsense out of his head that cold air is good for a baby.
Written By Alarissa
May 26, 2018, 12:04 a.m.(11/5/1008 AR)
The tour draws nearer and more and more details are being finalized. Co-ordination of outfits or jewelry to the various houses, ensuring the funds have been sent ahead in time to assist with the feasts in each port. The new flagship will come soon and Victus can have it blessed and anointed. I like the idea that the first journey upon it's decks will be one in which we tour the isles. An inaugural trip in many ways. One that I wish we had been able to take far sooner than now.
It will be cool upon the decks but the Lady Juliana Pravus is working with a seamstress and leatherworker to ensure that we look appropriate. I already marveled at the collar that she brought over to attach to the coat she made for Victus. One is being made from the leftover leather for Astrid and a silver fox fur. The same fox fur for hers shall be used on mine, though not the leather. Something of mine and Victus' shall make up hers. Hopefully something that will age with her. The eye on that woman is astounding. What she sees in her mind and then puts into play with the aid of skilled hands of another.
I am excited and yet nervous as well. No matter how hard one plans for numerous contingencies, one never knows what will happen.
It will be cool upon the decks but the Lady Juliana Pravus is working with a seamstress and leatherworker to ensure that we look appropriate. I already marveled at the collar that she brought over to attach to the coat she made for Victus. One is being made from the leftover leather for Astrid and a silver fox fur. The same fox fur for hers shall be used on mine, though not the leather. Something of mine and Victus' shall make up hers. Hopefully something that will age with her. The eye on that woman is astounding. What she sees in her mind and then puts into play with the aid of skilled hands of another.
I am excited and yet nervous as well. No matter how hard one plans for numerous contingencies, one never knows what will happen.
Written By Alarissa
May 20, 2018, 11:03 p.m.(10/12/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Driskell
I want cookies. Why oh why did he have to write about Brother Driskell's cookies. I've been so very well behaved. Fruit. Lots of fruit. An abundance of fruit and yet... simple words in my husbands whites and now here I am writing in mine about that which I suddenly desire. I shall behave. Eat more fruit.
Written By Alarissa
May 20, 2018, 12:42 a.m.(10/10/1008 AR)
You are a year old.
Some day you will read this, when I am long gone and this is all you have left of me. I know this because it is stated in my will. But today on the beach, we celebrated. And I sat under a tree with your brother or sister still growing inside of me for months yet, cradling the child of someone else and watched you play. YOu don't play with others yet. I have been told that that will come at some point. But you grasped that little wooden sworn and the Countess Fireviper held your hand to walk you over at your own speed to fall on top of the Lady Signe and the your father.
You have many years to go, much to learn. From him and I, from Genaile and all the others who will come and go in your life. I only hope, that you do your best. For that is the most that anyone can ask of anyone else. And to wear a dress now and then, that makes all jaws drop. You won't wear silk with little lambs embroidered on the hem forever.
Happy birthday dear Astrid. May it be the first of a great many more.
Some day you will read this, when I am long gone and this is all you have left of me. I know this because it is stated in my will. But today on the beach, we celebrated. And I sat under a tree with your brother or sister still growing inside of me for months yet, cradling the child of someone else and watched you play. YOu don't play with others yet. I have been told that that will come at some point. But you grasped that little wooden sworn and the Countess Fireviper held your hand to walk you over at your own speed to fall on top of the Lady Signe and the your father.
You have many years to go, much to learn. From him and I, from Genaile and all the others who will come and go in your life. I only hope, that you do your best. For that is the most that anyone can ask of anyone else. And to wear a dress now and then, that makes all jaws drop. You won't wear silk with little lambs embroidered on the hem forever.
Happy birthday dear Astrid. May it be the first of a great many more.
Written By Alarissa
May 8, 2018, 5:31 p.m.(9/15/1008 AR)
Dom-i-nus, Dom-i-nus,
What do you do?
I speak for the Gods,
And show the path for you!
Mother Legate, Father Legate
What do you do?
I get to help the Dominus,
And there's three of us too!
Archlector, Archlector
What do you do?
I speak for a certain god,
On what they want us to do!
Brother Godsworn, Sister Godsworn
What do you do?
I answer all the questions,
That you need me to.
Disciple, Disciple,
What do you do?
I show my love for the Gods,
Just like you!
(ooc sung to the "Family Finger Song" )
What do you do?
I speak for the Gods,
And show the path for you!
Mother Legate, Father Legate
What do you do?
I get to help the Dominus,
And there's three of us too!
Archlector, Archlector
What do you do?
I speak for a certain god,
On what they want us to do!
Brother Godsworn, Sister Godsworn
What do you do?
I answer all the questions,
That you need me to.
Disciple, Disciple,
What do you do?
I show my love for the Gods,
Just like you!
(ooc sung to the "Family Finger Song" )
Written By Alarissa
May 7, 2018, 12:30 p.m.(9/13/1008 AR)
It has been non-stop teaching, individuals seeking me out and my time to better themselves. Satisfying as it is, it can be tiring. To which after conversing with my husband, decided that any who wish to seek training at my hand, will need to provide 15 writs. It won't be kept, I'll be turning it to a charity of my choice. It is my hope that others will understand when they come seeking.
Written By Alarissa
May 6, 2018, 11:12 a.m.(9/11/1008 AR)
Everything is going, according to how it is planned. For once I am glad something goes easily.
Written By Alarissa
April 30, 2018, 12:26 a.m.(8/23/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Victus
He turns another year. But such a year. As I spoke at the party so I write here to record my thoughts upon his year. His first child, born on the deck of his ship, in a night filled with storm and turmoil and beastly terrors. Another on the way. The pride of his navy, The Serpent destroyed in battle and another new one makes it's way to us in preparation for the tour. He assembled the Mouorning Onslaught and granted temporarily the rank of Grand Admiral of the entire Compact's fleet.
He turns thirty, this man that I wed to bind two houses together and help usher forth into the future. A milestone. I am proud of him this past year and the growth shown. May his next be far less lively, but none the less filled with everything he desires.
He turns thirty, this man that I wed to bind two houses together and help usher forth into the future. A milestone. I am proud of him this past year and the growth shown. May his next be far less lively, but none the less filled with everything he desires.
Written By Alarissa
April 30, 2018, 12:26 a.m.(8/23/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Victus
He turns another year. But such a year. As I spoke at the party so I write here to record my thoughts upon his year. His first child, born on the deck of his ship, in a night filled with storm and turmoil and beastly terrors. Another on the way. The pride of his navy, The Serpent destroyed in battle and another new one makes it's way to us in preparation for the tour. He assembled the Mouorning Onslaught and granted temporarily the rank of Grand Admiral of the entire Compact's fleet.
He turns thirty, this man that I wed to bind two houses together and help usher forth into the future. A milestone. I am proud of him this past year and the growth shown. May his next be far less lively, but none the less filled with everything he desires.
He turns thirty, this man that I wed to bind two houses together and help usher forth into the future. A milestone. I am proud of him this past year and the growth shown. May his next be far less lively, but none the less filled with everything he desires.
Written By Alarissa
April 30, 2018, 12:26 a.m.(8/23/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Victus
He turns another year. But such a year. As I spoke at the party so I write here to record my thoughts upon his year. His first child, born on the deck of his ship, in a night filled with storm and turmoil and beastly terrors. Another on the way. The pride of his navy, The Serpent destroyed in battle and another new one makes it's way to us in preparation for the tour. He assembled the Mouorning Onslaught and granted temporarily the rank of Grand Admiral of the entire Compact's fleet.
He turns thirty, this man that I wed to bind two houses together and help usher forth into the future. A milestone. I am proud of him this past year and the growth shown. May his next be far less lively, but none the less filled with everything he desires.
He turns thirty, this man that I wed to bind two houses together and help usher forth into the future. A milestone. I am proud of him this past year and the growth shown. May his next be far less lively, but none the less filled with everything he desires.
Written By Alarissa
April 16, 2018, 12:36 a.m.(7/22/1008 AR)
I am a little more tired this time around. I am more careful to ensure that I rest more as needed. I will at least still fit into my armor for the journey to the island and there are some who need to speak with me before I go.
I am still worried about the Marin'Alfar. For Ayllish and Venteri, Rhaine and the others who fought. The lack of a response to messengers left at the embassy are disconcerting.
Blackshore begins. Buildings are going up from the reports that have crossed my desk and I take pride in what unfolds. From ashes ever tainting, there is now life. Admittedly, never were the breath of black touched. But beyond, in fertile fields. She has done such a good job. The Blackshores are thriving.
Everything is thriving. It makes me smile.
I am still worried about the Marin'Alfar. For Ayllish and Venteri, Rhaine and the others who fought. The lack of a response to messengers left at the embassy are disconcerting.
Blackshore begins. Buildings are going up from the reports that have crossed my desk and I take pride in what unfolds. From ashes ever tainting, there is now life. Admittedly, never were the breath of black touched. But beyond, in fertile fields. She has done such a good job. The Blackshores are thriving.
Everything is thriving. It makes me smile.
Written By Alarissa
April 13, 2018, 2:22 p.m.(7/17/1008 AR)
I shall remark upon what indignities I put the thralls through in my home. Of which, no, I do not approve of Thralldom. Not in the least.
I moved in and was disgusted by their living conditions. Things had not changed under Donrai's callous and indifferent reign. So I saved my personal funds and renovated their quarters to bring them in line with that of household servants everywhere across the compact. They are no longer dressed nor treated in our household as less than furniture or animals. You can walk through the estate and Maelstrom and you'll be hard pressed to tell the difference between either. I talk to them, I encourage others in the house to talk to them and get to know them. When their debts are done, I offer them paid service in the house or they are welcome to relocate at our expense and start their life as freedmen elsewhere. Genaile, Marchande, Chessa. Three who were former Thralls who take care of my daughter and tend to looking into matters worth looking into.
The shackles, that central room within the estate is being renovated and again, from my own funds, into a room that all in the house, thrall and freedman alike may take enjoyment of. Changes are happening, likely not anywhere near fast enough for the like of others who deign to read my whites. Changes are happening that are not fast enough for even my own liking.
The singular indignity that seem to be constantly referenced by one, is a couch. Made from gods alone knows how many squirrels pelts and by Magpie GRayhope. In one of the rooms. A couch that is used, often. That they take delight in and laugh at, use, sit on. I've gone past the doors and looked in. Oh the humiliation of that. A unique couch that they like and use.
More change comes. Soon I will be reaching out to others for assistance in a significant project regarding the Thralls. Till then I thoroughly invite others to come visit Thrax if they wish to see the indignities that I am inflicting upon the men and women - besides that actual thralldom itself.
And no. I didn't approve of the boon being used on the demon as I call her. But it's not my boon to use.
I moved in and was disgusted by their living conditions. Things had not changed under Donrai's callous and indifferent reign. So I saved my personal funds and renovated their quarters to bring them in line with that of household servants everywhere across the compact. They are no longer dressed nor treated in our household as less than furniture or animals. You can walk through the estate and Maelstrom and you'll be hard pressed to tell the difference between either. I talk to them, I encourage others in the house to talk to them and get to know them. When their debts are done, I offer them paid service in the house or they are welcome to relocate at our expense and start their life as freedmen elsewhere. Genaile, Marchande, Chessa. Three who were former Thralls who take care of my daughter and tend to looking into matters worth looking into.
The shackles, that central room within the estate is being renovated and again, from my own funds, into a room that all in the house, thrall and freedman alike may take enjoyment of. Changes are happening, likely not anywhere near fast enough for the like of others who deign to read my whites. Changes are happening that are not fast enough for even my own liking.
The singular indignity that seem to be constantly referenced by one, is a couch. Made from gods alone knows how many squirrels pelts and by Magpie GRayhope. In one of the rooms. A couch that is used, often. That they take delight in and laugh at, use, sit on. I've gone past the doors and looked in. Oh the humiliation of that. A unique couch that they like and use.
More change comes. Soon I will be reaching out to others for assistance in a significant project regarding the Thralls. Till then I thoroughly invite others to come visit Thrax if they wish to see the indignities that I am inflicting upon the men and women - besides that actual thralldom itself.
And no. I didn't approve of the boon being used on the demon as I call her. But it's not my boon to use.
Written By Alarissa
April 10, 2018, 11:22 a.m.(7/11/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Khanne
It is a very good story she tells. Whether it's true or not, well, I leave that up to the listener.
Of course it's true!
Of course it's true!
Written By Alarissa
April 7, 2018, 6:15 p.m.(7/6/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Esoka
A situation comparable to being a knight and having to word your whites carefully would be akin to that of a house voice. One must be careful with what is said in the whites, for they are reflective of your house and your liege. Regardless that one may do so to lady down ones thoughts on this and that, for posterity and history and because some things should be written down.
Which is why a great many of my entries find themselves settled between the covers of my blacks. Lest someone take my poor ramblings about how ill fitting a dress is, to mean that my husband does not dote on me or that Thrax is money poor and the lists could go on. When I might simply be musing that I have perhaps lost a few pounds or someone has been wearing my dress and stretched it out. Simply such. But alas.
So there are many who quite well understand such things.
Which is why a great many of my entries find themselves settled between the covers of my blacks. Lest someone take my poor ramblings about how ill fitting a dress is, to mean that my husband does not dote on me or that Thrax is money poor and the lists could go on. When I might simply be musing that I have perhaps lost a few pounds or someone has been wearing my dress and stretched it out. Simply such. But alas.
So there are many who quite well understand such things.
Written By Alarissa
April 3, 2018, 10:24 a.m.(6/25/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Magpie
It -is- a very unique couch that Master Magpie makes. I catch the servants sitting on it all the time and laughing. Mind you, it's in the servants quarters and not in the rest of the house. Thrax will confess to owning one hundred squirrel couch. In the thralls quarters.
Written By Alarissa
March 31, 2018, 6:26 p.m.(6/20/1008 AR)
Gods, that poor cat.
I hated her. The look on Victus' face when the demon cat arrived back in Arx though. Just a large crate and told that they think it's his. And inside is.... Lilybelle. She showed up on the beach in Setarco looking... well. There are parts of her somewhere. I can't hate her now. Even if she's ten times more cruel. I just look at her and I feel nothing but pity. She's lost an eye, a tail and parts of her are... no fur at all.
How in the gods name did it live?
I hated her. The look on Victus' face when the demon cat arrived back in Arx though. Just a large crate and told that they think it's his. And inside is.... Lilybelle. She showed up on the beach in Setarco looking... well. There are parts of her somewhere. I can't hate her now. Even if she's ten times more cruel. I just look at her and I feel nothing but pity. She's lost an eye, a tail and parts of her are... no fur at all.
How in the gods name did it live?
Written By Alarissa
March 31, 2018, 1:08 a.m.(6/18/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Barric
Brothers.
Or in my case...
Brother.
Or in my case...
Brother.
Written By Alarissa
March 28, 2018, 6:15 p.m.(6/12/1008 AR)
It would seem that the whites are abounding with the discourse of trading siblings.
Worry not, I like you both right where you are, arm in arm with me. Though now I now longer look like the baby of the three of us. Never shall I give you up unless I sincerely must.
Worry not, I like you both right where you are, arm in arm with me. Though now I now longer look like the baby of the three of us. Never shall I give you up unless I sincerely must.
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