I can't sleep. I've ran out of drink. My ribs hurt. And what am I doing now? I'm writing my thoughts on a bloody piece of paper like that good for nothing scribe, Medwyn. I swear that woman never speaks, doesn't utter a single word. Doesn't even show a bit of flesh! I swear, life in this keep goes from dog-piss to horse-shit every day.
It would be an understatement to say it has been an eventful year. I joined House Fulcairn last autumn, thanks to Finn. I grew tired of the mercenary life, too much wandering around, senseless skirmishes left and right; and all that for a jug of wine and a pair of tits - alright, maybe it wasn't all that bad. But I did want to take a break, and I had heard good things about this House and the Wilders. Before I discovered it's in the god-forsaken corner of Taeghas.
Then, the oldest son falls ill. Everyone here starts to lose their mind. A handsome man, I'll admit it. With a gorgeous Rjurik wife that can probably smother you in your sleep without batting an eyelash. By the gods, I'm sure she is a firecracker, but I want my bits in one piece - thank you very much.
When the time came to ride to Stormpoint and fetch the young lord... well. That was a good break. Note to self: Lora owes me one silver. I had to buckle up and scramble to the docks, his esteemed lordship Cathal Fulcairn arrived earlier than expected.
Apparently he was sent up to the Rjurik barbarians as a lad, and now he is back. The man is a cheerful, carefree, dangerous armed idiot. I liked him from the moment I met him.
And then the Lord of the House dies. More mourning, death, despair. By the gods, I joined the House to relax and calm down. But no; off we go to parley with Eldric the Fair. Instead of running him down with our horses and those beasts the Wilders call puppies here. Guess how that went. That's yet another jug of wine offered to the gods.
Did I mention the wizard? She might be able to see this letter somehow. Can she? Yes, I can read and write. No, I like my flesh as it is, not cooked like a steak please. She is very smart that one. And shy. Interesting. I wonder...
I'll say this though. Life is never dull here. And the people are kind, honest and humble. If this House goes down, well, it will have to go through me first.
What time is it? Gods, it's dawn already. And that madman will want to train. AGAIN.
It would be an understatement to say it has been an eventful year. I joined House Fulcairn last autumn, thanks to Finn. I grew tired of the mercenary life, too much wandering around, senseless skirmishes left and right; and all that for a jug of wine and a pair of tits - alright, maybe it wasn't all that bad. But I did want to take a break, and I had heard good things about this House and the Wilders. Before I discovered it's in the god-forsaken corner of Taeghas.
Then, the oldest son falls ill. Everyone here starts to lose their mind. A handsome man, I'll admit it. With a gorgeous Rjurik wife that can probably smother you in your sleep without batting an eyelash. By the gods, I'm sure she is a firecracker, but I want my bits in one piece - thank you very much.
When the time came to ride to Stormpoint and fetch the young lord... well. That was a good break. Note to self: Lora owes me one silver. I had to buckle up and scramble to the docks, his esteemed lordship Cathal Fulcairn arrived earlier than expected.
Apparently he was sent up to the Rjurik barbarians as a lad, and now he is back. The man is a cheerful, carefree, dangerous armed idiot. I liked him from the moment I met him.
And then the Lord of the House dies. More mourning, death, despair. By the gods, I joined the House to relax and calm down. But no; off we go to parley with Eldric the Fair. Instead of running him down with our horses and those beasts the Wilders call puppies here. Guess how that went. That's yet another jug of wine offered to the gods.
Did I mention the wizard? She might be able to see this letter somehow. Can she? Yes, I can read and write. No, I like my flesh as it is, not cooked like a steak please. She is very smart that one. And shy. Interesting. I wonder...
I'll say this though. Life is never dull here. And the people are kind, honest and humble. If this House goes down, well, it will have to go through me first.
What time is it? Gods, it's dawn already. And that madman will want to train. AGAIN.
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