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Written By Shrike

June 21, 2016, 11:01 a.m.(10/25/1003 AR)

I ventured to the training area today, time will tell if this was a good or bad idea. As I write this I hurt all over from the bruises given to me by the young fighter calling herself Eira. She's looking for employement which I'm sure she'll find easily with her skill. I also chanced upon Lord Victus Thrax and Duke Niccolo Velenosa, the Thraxian like most of his kind gave the impression of brashen honesty, time will tell the truth of that.

Written By Shrike

June 21, 2016, 10:53 a.m.(10/25/1003 AR)

Relationship Note on Victus

The kind of good natured that would worry me back in Lyceum

Written By Victus

June 21, 2016, 10:52 a.m.(10/25/1003 AR)

Since it seems to be a matter of public interest, here's my list of Victus Thrax' five favorite fucking things:

1. Riding a Storm.
    To sail a ship through a storm is the ultimate test. The smallest mistake, the tiniest bit of bad luck, and you and all your crew are dead. You will never be as intimate with Mangata as when you taste her sea spray on your lips, when she tears at your clothes, when she tosses you about like her favorite little plaything. If you live you know you are a above all other men, favored like no other. You feel alive, not like the sheep walking around grazing on their mundane fucking existence feel alive, but truly alive. It gets me hard just thinking about it.

2. Fighting.
    Throwing yourself into the bloody chaos of battle is a gamble. All gambling is exiting, but here's your life in the stakes. Pummeling down a worthy enemy lets me know I am better, stronger, luckier. Conversely, killing the weak does nothing for me. Its just work, a chore, like chopping down firewood. It gives me an ache in my arm and a vague sense of disgust at the circumstance that has forced me to do it.

3. Fucking a beautiful woman.
    IThe good ones are a little like a storm, a little like a battle, but in the end the only aching you're doing is the good kind. Heh. Mind, once I get drunk enough my standards for beauty drops. This is not always a bad thing; its saved me a hell of a lot of coin.

4. Drinking.
    What's there to say? Never trust anyone who can't drink, they're hiding something.

Lastly, but not least, with no rank because to rank it would be to demean it, just as leaving it unsaid would be to lie. And none of us ever lie to Vellichor, eh? Heh. My Uncle's favor and approval and praise. Its first, middle and last, permeating (I can see the shock on your face, priest. You didn't think I knew that word, did you? Probably had better and more expensive tutors than you, you scrawny fuck. What, did I tell you to stop writing? Keep writing until I tell you to fucking stop!) Where was I? Yes. Permeating everything.

Written By Shrike

June 21, 2016, 10:52 a.m.(10/25/1003 AR)

Relationship Note on Acacia

Puts on a good show

Written By Shrike

June 21, 2016, 10:50 a.m.(10/25/1003 AR)

Relationship Note on Eira

Good with a sword

Written By Viviana

June 21, 2016, 8:55 a.m.(10/25/1003 AR)

Relationship Note on Talen

I met Talen looking dreadfully poetic on a balcony one morning. Then saw him again in a the Hundred Cities. I find the idea of trusting a commoner with the ancestral blade of the Velenosa rather odd to be honest, I'm not sure I care for it in fact. Oh he seems perfectly nice and loyal and competent and all but still, the precedent...

Written By Valencia

June 20, 2016, 10:34 p.m.(10/24/1003 AR)

(In Northern Farhaven, just after the start of the King's Rest)
"And now, I'm a widow. What does that even mean? I was barely married a year, now I'm a widow for the rest of my life? How is that fair? Everyone is so wrapped up in their own grief, but what about me? Am I supposed to waste away in Farhaven now? I think not. I'll come up with something, I have to. I'm far too well-connected to let my talents go to waste. I won't stay in Farhaven, but I can do Redrain one better. I'll give them the gift of my stellar diplomatic accumen - from somewhere warmer than here, naturally. It's the least I can do, since I definitely didn't get around to giving them a pint-sized Redrain.
Princess Valencia Redrain

Written By Issac

June 20, 2016, 9:08 p.m.(10/24/1003 AR)

Things I learned today:

Some people are just too fucking stupid to live.

Let's just say that if complete and utter chaos was lightning, these are the sort of people that would be the first to stand on a hilltop in a thunderstorm wearing wet copper armour while shouting 'All gods are bastards!'.

Written By Issac

June 20, 2016, 8:22 p.m.(10/23/1003 AR)

You know what you get for being a hero? Nothing. You get stabbed at. You get a little pat on the back, blah, blah, blah, 'attaboy! You get targeted. You get hurt and left for dead. Your "friends" don't want to talk to you. You get to eat a lot of meals by yourself. Trust me, nobody wants to be that guy.

You play politics, you fuck up. You try to do good, but often settle for trying not to make things any worse. You do your best, and hope that's enough. And then one day you're walking around, fighting some horrible bastard though you've forgotten the reasons why, on a side that you can't say for sure is better than any other.

Believe me, If there were somebody else to do it, I'd let them do it, but there's not. So I'm doing it. Fuck.

Written By Issac

June 20, 2016, 8:03 p.m.(10/23/1003 AR)

I realize I use the word fuck a lot, and I'd apologize for that, but I don't give a shit. Where I've lived far too long, fuck isn't even a word, it's a comma. I don't give a shit, I don't give a fuck. I don't give a shit, I don't give a fuck. If I would give a shit, I could have give a fuck, but I don't give a shit, so I don't give a fu… maybe I'm overexaggerating.

Written By Issac

June 20, 2016, 7:54 p.m.(10/23/1003 AR)

Fuck you. Fuck each and every one of you. Fuck you sleeping, fuck you waking up, fuck you standing, fuck you lying down. Fuck the horse you rode in on, the groom that brushed its mane, and the blacksmith that made its shoes. Fuck your mother, your father, any siblings, and any other living members of your family tree. Fuck you. You should be doing something more productive than reading this.

Written By Viviana

June 20, 2016, 8:18 a.m.(10/22/1003 AR)

There's something that happens to sailors on the ocean sometimes. They see a storm coming and try to run from it, and even when it's clear they can't they keep running. The storm takes them in the stern or the side and they're dashed onto the rocks, they call it being stormshy.

I was never stormshy when I was sailing, even when maybe we could have outrun a storm I ordered my men to turn around and head straight into the waves, embrace our fate.

The fate of the king and his party reminds me of those times, it's a tragedy for sure, it will put the realm into turmoil for sure. But part of me can't help but find that turmoil exciting, part of me can't wait to rush headlong into it and see what may come.

Storms only bother those who don't like to get wet.

Written By Kima

June 20, 2016, 12:21 a.m.(10/21/1003 AR)

I think I might be imbibing too much alcohol of late - ale especially. I don't particularly like having to put extra effort when I'm out on the practice grounds, but if I don't, next thing I know I won't be able to wriggle into my pants. It's not funny, either. I'd rather fling myself off the nearest bridge. As if old age won't be bad enough. Thank goodness I don't have huge breasts. Once you start dropping brats they'll be at your knees.

Why am I rambling on about this?

Right, the ale. Between Piglet and Tropical Frown my pants are going to split. If I'm going to have any sort of torn clothing, I want it for Other Reasons. Still, the dancing last night surely helped. There's much more to it when you do it like the regular folk, as opposed to that stiff, formal stuff you'll find it court. I guess I can't blame them, though. When you spend four hours on hair and make up, then another three getting into a gown composed of silk and gems, you don't want to sweat in it.

Written By Dagon

June 19, 2016, 8:32 p.m.(10/20/1003 AR)

Relationship Note on Valerius

My cousin. Oh, how I wish you would stop wishing for a rich wife so you can spend your days in luxury and drink. You should be practicing with blade in hand and honing your skills. At least to appease grandfather. I hope you are not married out into an arrangement that you hate, I would at least try to find you something you will be happy with.

Written By Dagon

June 19, 2016, 8:32 p.m.(10/20/1003 AR)

Relationship Note on Donrai

My grandfather and the Prince of Maelstrom. I am not entirely sure of his thoughts regarding me. All I can do is see to my duties and prove that I am no layabout and that I have the good of House Thrax at heart. Perhaps we do disagree a little on that, as I think the future of the house will involve much diplomacy with the other great houses.

Written By Dagon

June 19, 2016, 8:32 p.m.(10/20/1003 AR)

Relationship Note on Kieran

Kieran Redrain. I think if the man could apply himself instead of bragging about tavern wenches he's shared furs with he might be someone to keep an eye on. He just might be worth keeping an eye on, just in case. Still, he is a personable fellow and easy to talk to, and seems to be open to joining any conversation.

Written By Dagon

June 19, 2016, 8:32 p.m.(10/20/1003 AR)

Relationship Note on Victus

Victus. What can I say about the man? He's brash, rude, vulgar, violent. I could go on, but there are qualities about him that do redeem him. He wants what is best for Thrax and he is a skilled fighter. If I could convince him that honor and chivalry are virtues that will make him a better man instead of things to be scoffed at or beliefs for fops, he might be a forbiddable man.

Written By Acacia

June 19, 2016, 4:14 p.m.(10/20/1003 AR)

Relationship Note on Talen

Oh, Talen is something, alright. He takes to Silks like a fish takes to water, but he's decided to straddle this line between worlds, even if it's only a single toe in the lower sections. He's far too intelligent, really, and he tosses lessons in the same manner I'd like to return knives. I typically enjoy all manner of games, but he's somehow located my buttons and he prods at them incessantly. I don't want to lose contacts, nor burn bridges, but fighting with him is gaining appeal for an entirely different set of reasons at this point.

Written By Alis

June 19, 2016, 1:47 p.m.(10/20/1003 AR)

Relationship Note on Aurelian

A fist cousin, who has always been supportive of my efforts to pursue Knighthood so matter how difficult the challenge may be.

Written By Victus

June 19, 2016, 11:49 a.m.(10/19/1003 AR)

Relationship Note on Edain

When the day comes that he has to make a hard choice, is he going to choose his beloved fucking Chivalry and Honor and Glory, or is he going to choose what's best for him and his accursed House? If he does the first, he's a fucking idiot. If the does the latter, he's been a fraud and a liar his whole fucking life. Hard choices come for everybody, and that's a fucking fact of life.

He's better with his sword than I'd thought, though, I'll give him that. He could have yielded when I first put him down on a knee, but he didn't. No, he kept fighting until he couldn't, and that deserves a bit of respect.

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