25-02-YC122
Happy Birthday, Mama! Such a shame I could not be there to celebrate, but the warzone shows no sign of letting any of us have time to ourselves. I was, however, able to contact Mama and speak to her, and I know she is not lonely, for Felix, Sasha, and Papa are all there. I do so very much envy them the delicious feast the Ankine no doubt prepared. How lucky they are, and what I would not trade to have my own Ankine here. I do feel a little bit guilty for having told Mama that it was only possible to communicate with voice, but she would only have worried had she seen the bruise on my face, and she has quite enough to contend with. Besides, it is quite honestly nothing to worry about. A simple consequence of my hobby.
Mama also mentioned that Nikolai would be able to visit, as his transfer into Sarum Naval Forces is now complete. That will be wonderful, for it is so long since my dear brother has been home. I hope we are granted the opportunity to see more of one another. How I have missed him.
Papa has apparently chosen Grigor Orlov as my replacement for Lilya's Security. I could not agree more. Orlov is loyal and thorough, and the security of Lilya's holdings will be in extremely safe hands. It has, of course, reminded me that I still have much to do regarding investigation into that business on Nafrivik. I also must see if anything has come of the analysis of the data pulled from that station on Floseswin. There are so many real and potential enemies it is difficult to know where to begin, but with Faith and Perseverance, we shall see success.
17-02-YC122
The fighting in the Bleak Lands has been difficult, although I am pleased to say not without success. Still the Tribals refuse to give up, and even though our morale is high I am concerned that their numbers outweigh ours. We must remain strong in our Faith if we are to prevail.
These are, however, difficult times. The Triglavians have mounted an attack in the vicinity of Raravoss, including Nakri. Papa said that Nikolai has been on duty there. I pray for my dear brother's safety. I wonder if Lilya will help to defend my home. I know that she does so whenever Nation or Heretics threaten it, and, oh, how I adore her for it.
That said, Lilya sent me a mail just yesterday to say she was meeting the rather notorious Tribal Raxi Elamp. For what reason she did not say, other that it was to keep a promise made to Druur. That she would keep a such a promise speaks much of the goodness of her heart and her trustworthiness. I know of few others who would be so faithful to a vow. Yet, I do worry that my dear Lilya should have anything to do with such a person as that. Woe betide should any harm to my Beloved.
I have seen on the IGS that that Tribal fool Arrendis and Constantin's whore have been at each other's throats, or at least so it seems for I cannot say I paid it much attention. I care very little if they were to come to physical blows, rather it was something else that concerned me. Arsia Elkin appeared to jump to the defence of Arrendis rather quickly. I find that rather strange, given they are supposed to be on opposing sides. I never was informed as to why she resigned from PIE. Could this have something to do with it? Has yet another supposedly faithful and loyal subject of Her Imperial Majesty been but superficial? I hope it is not so, yet how severely God seems to be testing us of late.
That reminds me, of course, that the warzone, exhilirating as it is, is merely a distraction. I must focus on more important matters before it is too late.
The fighting in the Bleak Lands has been difficult, although I am pleased to say not without success. Still the Tribals refuse to give up, and even though our morale is high I am concerned that their numbers outweigh ours. We must remain strong in our Faith if we are to prevail.
These are, however, difficult times. The Triglavians have mounted an attack in the vicinity of Raravoss, including Nakri. Papa said that Nikolai has been on duty there. I pray for my dear brother's safety. I wonder if Lilya will help to defend my home. I know that she does so whenever Nation or Heretics threaten it, and, oh, how I adore her for it.
That said, Lilya sent me a mail just yesterday to say she was meeting the rather notorious Tribal Raxi Elamp. For what reason she did not say, other that it was to keep a promise made to Druur. That she would keep a such a promise speaks much of the goodness of her heart and her trustworthiness. I know of few others who would be so faithful to a vow. Yet, I do worry that my dear Lilya should have anything to do with such a person as that. Woe betide should any harm to my Beloved.
I have seen on the IGS that that Tribal fool Arrendis and Constantin's whore have been at each other's throats, or at least so it seems for I cannot say I paid it much attention. I care very little if they were to come to physical blows, rather it was something else that concerned me. Arsia Elkin appeared to jump to the defence of Arrendis rather quickly. I find that rather strange, given they are supposed to be on opposing sides. I never was informed as to why she resigned from PIE. Could this have something to do with it? Has yet another supposedly faithful and loyal subject of Her Imperial Majesty been but superficial? I hope it is not so, yet how severely God seems to be testing us of late.
That reminds me, of course, that the warzone, exhilirating as it is, is merely a distraction. I must focus on more important matters before it is too late.
11-02-YC122
More successful patrols, and yet still the Tribal simply refuse to give up. It seems as though they have support from so many quarters. Indeed, they seem to often outnumber us, but that simply affords us more targets. I do think, however, that we would benefit from winning more allies to our cause.
Speaking of winning allies, I feel rather moved to help Nauplius. I am more than aware of his unsavoury reputation, yet his dedication to the Empire, or at least the war against the Tribals, cannot be doubted. He is, apparently, suffering under a curse, placed upon him by The Directrix's diminutive servant, Aria. I very much doubt the reality of that. No doubt it was some piece of psychological nonsense she dreamed up, and Nauplius is more credulous than I thought. However, it does afford an excellent opportunity to potentially build some bridges. If Nauplius is willing to believe that Aria can weave some sort of hex, then surely his Faith makes him even more likely to accept the purification of a blessing. I am sure I can persuade Father Mikhail to perform the necessary ritual. Besides, blessings are real, for they are in the Name of God, and if anyone could do with some Divine Guidance, it is Nauplius.
I have also found a more constructive outlet for my energies. Unfortunately, I cannot be on patrol all the time, much that I wish to. However, Zhenis and Azar, aside from running a delightful tea shop and supplying me with Esfand whenever I wish, have also pointed me in the direct of some amateur sports circle. Admittedly, it is not the past-time most are likely to expect, or approve of, for an Amarrian Lady, but my family has hardly fitted with the norms through its history. I shall have to keep it secret, of course. It is quite frowned on by the authorities, given they have far fewer rules than the professional circuit. Hence the need for differing venues. I rather think my debut in Mehatoor was rather impressive. Poor Intaki bitch did not know what hit her. She managed to get one or two punches in, but explaining away the bruises is easy enough. I wonder what she was thinking about before she passed out.
I cannot be sure, but I think I may have seen Ishta and one or two of the 601st in the crowd. I do hope not. I would rather keep this a private matter.
More successful patrols, and yet still the Tribal simply refuse to give up. It seems as though they have support from so many quarters. Indeed, they seem to often outnumber us, but that simply affords us more targets. I do think, however, that we would benefit from winning more allies to our cause.
Speaking of winning allies, I feel rather moved to help Nauplius. I am more than aware of his unsavoury reputation, yet his dedication to the Empire, or at least the war against the Tribals, cannot be doubted. He is, apparently, suffering under a curse, placed upon him by The Directrix's diminutive servant, Aria. I very much doubt the reality of that. No doubt it was some piece of psychological nonsense she dreamed up, and Nauplius is more credulous than I thought. However, it does afford an excellent opportunity to potentially build some bridges. If Nauplius is willing to believe that Aria can weave some sort of hex, then surely his Faith makes him even more likely to accept the purification of a blessing. I am sure I can persuade Father Mikhail to perform the necessary ritual. Besides, blessings are real, for they are in the Name of God, and if anyone could do with some Divine Guidance, it is Nauplius.
I have also found a more constructive outlet for my energies. Unfortunately, I cannot be on patrol all the time, much that I wish to. However, Zhenis and Azar, aside from running a delightful tea shop and supplying me with Esfand whenever I wish, have also pointed me in the direct of some amateur sports circle. Admittedly, it is not the past-time most are likely to expect, or approve of, for an Amarrian Lady, but my family has hardly fitted with the norms through its history. I shall have to keep it secret, of course. It is quite frowned on by the authorities, given they have far fewer rules than the professional circuit. Hence the need for differing venues. I rather think my debut in Mehatoor was rather impressive. Poor Intaki bitch did not know what hit her. She managed to get one or two punches in, but explaining away the bruises is easy enough. I wonder what she was thinking about before she passed out.
I cannot be sure, but I think I may have seen Ishta and one or two of the 601st in the crowd. I do hope not. I would rather keep this a private matter.
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