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Lady Agrias Oaks
10 March 2009 @ 10:17 pm
[private, hackable]

I've no reason to grieve. Lady Sanaki is home now, with her people, where she belongs. Nothing I say or do can change that fact, nor would I were I given the chance. We each have a duty to attend to, and now she may at last fufill hers.

Go in safety, my Empress. Be strong. Become the leader I know you are, and lead your people to glory. Make them believe in you as I do.

I have forgotten much, but I will not forget you.

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Lady Agrias Oaks
19 February 2009 @ 09:40 pm
[private, hackable]

Ah... So, I am graced with another regain. It seems that shortly after my promotion to the position of royal bodyguard, Princess Ovelia was made to live at Orbonne Monastery by her caretaker, Duke Larg. The princess had been the sole heir to the throne of Ivalice, but following the birth of Prince Orinus, her claim was hotly contested by the nobility. The move to Orbonne was for her own safety, I know this, but...

She often spoke at length to me about her desire to be free of the monastery's walls, and though it was perhaps not my place, I could not help but sympathize. Our lives in the monastery were peaceful, but lacking in purpose. While the country crumbled around us, my lady Ovelia was forced into inaction... Little wonder she occupied herself in books and studies. I myself was content to train my knights and improve my swordplay.

...But it seems we were not alone in our supposed seclusion. A mercenary named Gaff Gafgarion was employed by the Duke at my suggestion, for the increasing number of bandits in the area had set my nerves at edge. In retrospect, perhaps it was a mistake. Ser Gafgarion was a former knight during the war; despite tales of his questionable methods, I foolishly assumed him to be a trustworthy prospect. But where I expected a noble fighter, I instead found a crude and lazy lout seeking only to fatten his own purse.

At the least, his men seemed more reliable than their commander. Two in particular stick out amidst my thoughts: a young man named Rad, and another boy with blonde hair whose name escapes me. They seemed honorable enough; I only hope their swords were worth the money.

[[OOC: 5% spent on Orbonne and hiring Gafgarion, 0% remaining. 14% total regain.]]
 
 
Lady Agrias Oaks
04 January 2009 @ 05:25 pm

[private, hackable]

My family... The Oaks line have long been knights, but my father was the greatest of all. I wanted so badly to surpass him, to prove that I was every bit the knight he was. And after he and my elder brothers were killed in the war, while I sat safely at home, that girlhood dream became my life's goal.

It's strange. I should be saddened, yet... I believe I would rather remember their deaths than forget them altogether. I was blessed with a loving family and a roof over my head, which was more than could be said for most. I will miss them, but I completed my mourning for them years ago. All that is left now is to do their memories proud.

Ivalice, a land ever embroiled in conflict. Little wonder my family died- it's a miracle I myself yet live. Between the Plague, the Fifty Years' War, and the poverty that ensued, death and despair were no strangers to my people. It pains me to say it, but perhaps it's better that my father and brothers did not return from the war: those that did turned their once-heroic blades upon the people they had sworn to protect, becoming brigands and thieves out of necessity.

But so far as I can descry, the war came to an end some years before I took my post at Her Highness' side. What new calamity must have befallen the land, for myself and my companions to do battle against Cardinal Delacroix himself? Where once I craved the return of my memory, I now find myself fearing what I may uncover.

I... I have perhaps begun to enjoy my life here overmuch. There is nothing to be gained in worrying, I know, but... I am a knight in service to Her Majesty. I must take care not to forget this.

[[1% spent on her family, 1% on fleshing out Ivalice.]]

 
 
Lady Agrias Oaks
22 December 2008 @ 10:09 pm

I suppose I've no reason to fear every event the island offers. Every time I awaken, I expect the aftermath of the personality swap, but this time... the change does not seem to have been drastic. I have researched Arthur and his legend extensively; though accounts vary, it seems that for the most part he was an honorable liege. His reign ended in tragedy, but it was not of his doing; he brought order to a chaotic land, if only for a brief time, and under his rule the common people enjoyed a golden age.

He was a good king, a valiant knight, and a better man than most. I am honored to have, ah, "met" him, in a sense.

It seems he will not be forgotten easily, as he has left me a memento. This sword, Excalibur... It's a beautiful weapon. Unearthly, even. I do not think Arthur would take issue with my wielding it in his absence. It would seem this event has been kind to me... in more ways than one.
 
 
Lady Agrias Oaks
15 December 2008 @ 02:47 pm
How vexing... I don't believe this is Camelot. Was it God who brought me here, or some other fey force? If their purpose is sinister in nature, why did they not relieve me of Excalibur? I've half a kingdom who would sell their infant sons for this sword, and yet unless my eyes deceive me, here it remains. If there is a villain at hand here, he is at the very least no thief.

This strange architecture perplexes me. It's clearly intended to be a castle, and yet offers quite little in the way of defense- a well-trained force could easily conquer it with minimal casualties. On that note, I ought make haste and attempt to locate any of my Knights, should they have arrived here in a similar fashion.

Something tells me the journey home will not be easy. Lancelot, care for Guinevere in my absence... Come, Excalibur. The king of Camelot will not be daunted so easily.
 
 
Lady Agrias Oaks
03 December 2008 @ 01:49 pm
[private, hackable]

At least in Ivalice, my troubles could be eliminated as easily as the swing of a sword.

But then... I don't suppose that I was the same person then as I am now. Certainly I don't remember feeling anything even remotely like... like this.

[filtered to Heather and Subaru]

I'd not guess there to be much point to it now, but for what it is worth, I am sorry for my words the other day. I spoke out of place, and treated both of you as enemies. That was more foolish of me than mere words can convey. Once again, I find myself begging your forgiveness.
 
 
Current Mood: crushed
 
 
Lady Agrias Oaks
19 November 2008 @ 10:34 pm

[private, filtered to Erk, hackable to friends]


There is clearly a lesson to be had in the other day's events. I've been pushing myself too hard... Neglecting my own body's needs. Lady Erk, I must offer my sincere thanks. Thanks to your deft hands, I feel a new woman entirely. My arm is steady, my mind focused... I may have to call on your services again if the need arises!

I know not what imaginary enemy I have been training to face, but they'll not find me withered and broken upon my return. My training commences.

[[OOC: Unlike Heather and Subaru, Agrias's euphemisms are entirely unintentional. The "incident" in question was a back rub.]]
 
 
Lady Agrias Oaks
03 November 2008 @ 07:59 pm
Tch... Nightmare it may have been, but there was a grain of truth to it nonetheless. The Cardinal Delacroix did betray Lady Ovelia, and I was pressed to flight after being set upon by his men. The church itself is infested with traitors and fiends... What in the name of God is happening in my homeland?

Despite the adversity of the past few days, at least some profit has come of it... I have recovered one of my techniques, albeit in a rather excessive manner. This power, Judgement Blade... Is this the power of the Holy Knight?
 
 
Lady Agrias Oaks
29 October 2008 @ 10:01 pm
DELACROIX!

This treason... is unforgivable! The princess- you would turn her over to the enemy's blades after offering- after swearing amnesty!? Common sellswords bear more honor than this!

...What ? No... No, Lady Ovelia! Ovelia! You cannot truly mean to- No! Get her down from there! Stop! STOP! Please... please! No no no no no no NOOOOOOO!

[[A tense silence, broken by ragged breathing.]]

I... I am charged with the protection of the Princess... And I have failed my duty. Do with my life as you will, you dogs, I care not... But before I die, I've one last duty to fufill. Cardinal Delacroix... You will pay for your treachery with your life!

LIFE IS SHORT- BURY! JUDGEMENT BLADE!

[[Agrias's nightmare: She is under attack by Delacroix's men while Ovelia is hung. Any close friends who speak to her will also be hung- she won't hear anything they say. Anyone she isn't immediately familiar with will be perceived as an enemy, and probably attacked. For reference, Judgement Blade causes a series of crystal pillars to fall from the sky and encase the target. 1% spent on the mission of the Lionsguard, 1% spent on Delacroix's betrayal, 1% spent on Judgement Blade. 7% total regain.]]

 
 
Lady Agrias Oaks
27 October 2008 @ 09:04 pm
With every hour that passes, subtle changes are wrought in the island's demeanor. I hardly think it the stuff of happenstance. Scorpio calls every imp, every foul demon to the surface to plague the innocent... er, no offense meant to our own infernal residents, of course.

I like it not. Lady Erk, would you allow me to escort you to work until these dark clouds fade? And you as well, Lady Sanaki? It would do me good to know you are both safe.
 
 
Lady Agrias Oaks
22 October 2008 @ 09:47 pm

[private, hackable]

The island's interference has gone too far this time. It was quite worrisome enough when the event was widespread, but why has only Lord Erk been afflicted? I fear I do not know... It vexes me to feel so useless. The pox upon these treacherous enchantments...

I count it as a blessing that, at the very least, our night on the onsen was... unimpeded. I believe so, at any rate. Lady- Lord Erk appears to have enjoyed herself. Himself. And I did, as well. That is, of course, not to say that I would not have preferred her to be male at the time.

...

...Tsk. I refuse to be daunted by the island's mad idea of a jape. I am myself, ever and always. If I cannot believe in that... then there is naught to believe in at all.
 
 
Current Mood: worried
 
 
Lady Agrias Oaks
15 October 2008 @ 10:16 pm
[private, unhackable]



"Wear something sexier next time..."

...This penmenship is not of Brannigan's style. The patrolmen would not include a message so crass, and in any case these were not returned by them. Brannigan is still in prison...

...

[filtered to Heather]

May I speak with you a moment?
 
 
Lady Agrias Oaks
13 October 2008 @ 11:59 pm

Ser Brannigan... nay, he has earned no honorific. To imagine that vulgar buffoon in possession of my... Ugh. The skin crawls. What manner of lecherous brute would so callously violate a woman's privacy?

Lady Sanaki, I pray you are not a victim of this perverted iniquity. Brannigan and I will have words if he has dared to sully the drawers of an Empress.

 
 
Current Mood: aggravated
 
 
Lady Agrias Oaks
07 October 2008 @ 10:44 pm

Ah, here we are. I'd not thought to investigate my belongings for so small a keepsake, but it's a pleasant surprise to see that Ser Mustadio's gift is still in my possession. The "Tynar Rouge"... Allegedly a rather rare and expensive trinket. One cannot help but wonder why- is it not but a simple cosmetic? It is not my place to question the nobility, but I cannot help but wonder if their coffers could be better directed toward a more befitting cause. To think that someone could set their gil by a simple tube of lipstick while children starve in the streets...

I've no time for such frivolities in my homeland, but perhaps I can make use of this for the onsen event. Let's see...

...

Isupposethatwouldbeacceptable. Ihopeonlythatitdoesnotcomeoffastooforward. Wouldthatsuchfripperieswerenotnecessary,butitishardlyamajornuisance.

...AlthoughImustadmitIdofeelslightlybewitched. Perhapsmyminddeceivesme,butthingsseemratherdifferentsomehow. IwouldnotthinkLordErk'smaladytobecatching,butperhapsIoughtlaydownandrest.

[[OOC: In FFT:WotL, the Tynar Rouge accessory given to Agrias causes Haste, Protect, Shell, and significantly boosts Agrias's fighting abilties. She is currently moving and speaking at about twice her normal speed.]]

 
 
Lady Agrias Oaks
01 October 2008 @ 11:18 pm

[half-hearted attempt at a private filter, though at this point she knows it probably won't work]


Lord Erk... Surely it can't be anything too serious. The island would not allow us to succumb to death or serious harm by mere illness... would it?

[half-hearted attempt to filtering to Sanaki]

Lady Sanaki, I am afraid I may not have time to see you for the next few days. Lord Erk has fallen ill, and I am taking care of him until he is well enough to function on his own. I apologize for the inconvenience, milady.
 
 
Lady Agrias Oaks
28 September 2008 @ 11:29 am

[private, hackable, filtered away from Erk]

I... Last night...

...

Lady Heather... thank you.
 
 
Lady Agrias Oaks
26 September 2008 @ 06:46 pm
[filtered away from Erk]

Heaven above, I don't know what possessed me. Am I truly going out on... a "date"? As a man. With a woman. Tonight.

I... No. I will not allow myself to succumb to fear. I will not complicate matters further by canceling, she has endured enough hardship already... My previous behavior has been remiss and cowardly. Am I not a knight, regardless of my gender? I will uphold the standards of chivalry as best I can, and ensure that this night goes without hindrance.

...I only wish I had any notion of how. I know next to nothing about the art of courtship, and my last "date" was... not something I would wish to repeat. Although with Lady Erk...

Ah... Does anyone know the proper method of keeping a woman on a date properly satisfied? As foolish as it sounds, I almost wish my own female self were here to assist me... Perhaps she might possess some knowledge that I lack.

 
 
Current Mood: nervous
 
 
Lady Agrias Oaks
22 September 2008 @ 04:28 pm

Sigh... I would have preferred a slightly more relevant memory. My birthday... Nice to know, I suppose, but rather useless in practice. A young machinist, the Lady Mustadio, approached me in a tavern and presented me with... lipstick? And... I tried it on.

...I believe there may be a flaw in my memories.

Nevertheless, Lady Mustadio was a boon companion. I was proud to serve alongside her, but... for what cause? She was not a knight, I know this. Under what banner did we join forces? And to what purpose?

I told her... I would treasure the Tynar Rouge. A bit odd, given my gender, but perhaps it will make sense in the future. It may be with my original belongings... I shall have to seek it out when this event ends. A gift from a friend should not be abandoned, regardless of the situation.

Tsk. This gender is rather disconcerting. I feel like a stranger in my own body... It's not as if I'm upset, but I would very much like to be restored to normal. Rum luck... I've the feeling that this malady will last a bit longer than the "pirate" affliction.

[[1% spent on her birthday, 1% spent on Mustadio, 1% spent on the Tynar Rouge event. 4% total.]]

 
 
Lady Agrias Oaks
19 September 2008 @ 02:32 pm

Yargh! I reckoned it were only a matter o' time afore this island be working its voodoo 'pon us again. This be grating on me nerves faster'n coral on a weak hull. Although I guess it be better than seekin' out saucy wenches all day like the last time, arr.

...Rrgh. Methinks it might be better to shut meself up in the crow's n- apartment rather than embarrass meself any further.
 
 
Lady Agrias Oaks
08 September 2008 @ 09:41 pm

Interesting... I paid a visit to the stables this morning on a WARK trifling errand, and was intrigued by the island's selection of mounts. The four-legged beasts, which I believe are called horses, were unknown to me, but the large golden birds struck me as somehow familiar.

KWEH KWEH Hold, there! Easy, easy...

Chocobos... I knew the name before being told, and so I can only assume that they are WARK native to my homeland. I have decided to take up riding lessons in the hopes that doing so might trigger some KWEH sort of memory. The creatures are quite WARK somewhat KWEH KWEH slightly WARKWARK almost docile, and it's rather relaxing to ride around the island. I daresay I may have found a hobby of sorts.

One bird in particular seems quite taken with me. She is a fine breed, and harkens to the sound of my voice. I have decided to call her Lavian. WARK! Yes, good girl.

I imagine this must be what owning a pet must feel like... It's nice, I must admit. Er. Yes, that is my hair. Please spit out my braid. No, no-

WARK
 
 
Current Location: Stables
Current Music: KWEH KWEH
 
 
 
 

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