@theMarquise — #historicalaccount
~ The 16th Night of the 7th Perigee, 1st After the 3rd Dim Season ~ Someone has 8een forging love letters on my 8ehalf. These counterf8s are little compared to the coins stamped with my profile. Tavern songs are attri8uted to conquests I do not remem8er undertaking. Three captains I have met had claimed scares from encounters with me which I am quite certain were inflicted 8y a less lethal foe. Fame has always produced a little industry of liars around itself. These paras8s have required something larger to feed upon. The letters are dreadful. They are an irritant from their quality and quantity...Read more
~ The 14th Night of the 7th Perigee, 1st After the 3rd Dim Season ~ It is awfully dreadful how quickly a cadaver slumps off your 8lade and hits the deck. One drives the steel through with all the elegance, calcul8tion, and intim8 finality the occasion deserves, and then the 8ody answers such artistry with a wet collapse, as though death were merely another drunken failure of posture. It makes a woman wonder if he fully appreci8s the means 8y which you have slain him. My sword was worth more than the paltry inventory he was carrying a8oard, yet he was passing through my known territory. His eyes, in ...Read more