Entry 1: The 13th Moon of the New Month
I feel a pledge to write, to be forthright and faithful to myself in these words, and if anything to erase any self doubt, that will not fall under any other gaze other than my own that can or would otherwise judge and decimate me for what it is I sincerely feel and think.
The consistent boarder expeditions of southern civilizations has troubled my sleep as of late, and although I turn away those that appear to bring no ill-will or harm unto my Lord and Lady's lands without confrontation, still they persist. The next southern bastard to set a single foot past their jurisdiction shall be shown the rough and righteous hand of my Lord and Lady's strike.
Although I am just a mere soldier for my Lord, I long to fight along side him as his second. But I cannot. There are others with more notable skill at present at his side, and however, I must dedicate myself to protecting his lands while he fights battles afar. To ensure upon his return that everything is in its place, and as it should be.
On a lighter note, my men have decided amongst themselves that a tournament of muscle and one-on-one shall occur weekly, when all are jolly and drunk and the moon hits its peak. I witnessed the opening event, and found myself; queerly, enjoying it. I partook some of the ale and, found myself the subject of a mass speculation that has been tinkering in the minds of my men for quite some time.
Who would win, in a fight between their young unblemished female Warlord and the wise and old male second in command, Erzket?
We did not indulge them in such a spectacle. But we jested and teased one another on who would win such a bout.
Again last night, I dreamt of the young Master inappropriately. I long to stop dreaming such needless, and impossible fantasies.
~Warlord Kaelna, of the Silent Blades
I feel a pledge to write, to be forthright and faithful to myself in these words, and if anything to erase any self doubt, that will not fall under any other gaze other than my own that can or would otherwise judge and decimate me for what it is I sincerely feel and think.
The consistent boarder expeditions of southern civilizations has troubled my sleep as of late, and although I turn away those that appear to bring no ill-will or harm unto my Lord and Lady's lands without confrontation, still they persist. The next southern bastard to set a single foot past their jurisdiction shall be shown the rough and righteous hand of my Lord and Lady's strike.
Although I am just a mere soldier for my Lord, I long to fight along side him as his second. But I cannot. There are others with more notable skill at present at his side, and however, I must dedicate myself to protecting his lands while he fights battles afar. To ensure upon his return that everything is in its place, and as it should be.
On a lighter note, my men have decided amongst themselves that a tournament of muscle and one-on-one shall occur weekly, when all are jolly and drunk and the moon hits its peak. I witnessed the opening event, and found myself; queerly, enjoying it. I partook some of the ale and, found myself the subject of a mass speculation that has been tinkering in the minds of my men for quite some time.
Who would win, in a fight between their young unblemished female Warlord and the wise and old male second in command, Erzket?
We did not indulge them in such a spectacle. But we jested and teased one another on who would win such a bout.
Again last night, I dreamt of the young Master inappropriately. I long to stop dreaming such needless, and impossible fantasies.
~Warlord Kaelna, of the Silent Blades