I've got a couple of questions:
Are the books in Jel?
If they are, are the parchments on top of them the Cyrodilic translations or are they blank?
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Dear Mr Curly,
I have done little travelling lately because I have been so dreadfully weary. Can it be true as the old Ecclesiastes said; that all things lead to weariness? Surely not. Perhaps the opposite is true: that all nothings lead to weariness. I have a peculiar feeling, Curly, that I am worn out from something I haven't yet done and the more I don't do it, the more exhausted I become. How strange. Could it be something I haven't realised? Perhaps it's something I haven't said? Something I haven't finished! It must be very large and true whatever it is and a lively struggle in the doing but I look forward to it immensely. I know I need it. First, however, I must curl up in my chair and sleep deeply with the duck. Perhaps I'll dream of this thing and wake up refreshed and do it. My fond wishes to you Mr. Curly, and to all Curly Flat.
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Janius tried to hold back his laughter, but Kaleeth's expression was priceless. He snorted and heartily laughed when she asked for forgiveness. "It's quite alright." He placed his hand on her shoulder and gave her a reassuring smile, "You did not know, how could I blame you?" Janius let her go and undressed as well. As he waded into the water, he spoke further, "Is there anything that Argonians do when courting that I might accidentally do? I might save myself from embarrassment if I know." He looked back at her. He hoped that he didn't put her into shock with the realisation.
Tunxeek slowly closed the fingers of his extended hand and lowered it. He didn't quite understand his father's meaning, but he understood enough that perhaps it would not be appropriate to greet the Breton girl just yet. Realising his father's question, Tunxeek snapped back into the moment, "Er... well..." Tunxeek, suddenly became nervous and his eyes darted about. He had completely forgotten about talking to Shaleer-Za today. He hoped he hadn't made his father cross. He lifted one finger and looked at Thorantilth with wide eyes, "I will do that right now!" He exclaimed, before scurrying off in the direction of another hut.
Now that they were at Thorantilth's hut, they could begin. Sabine wasn't quite at the point of trembling, but her hands weren't so steady. Despite Thorantilth's reassurance, she still had no idea what to expect. She looked up at Thorantilth and waited for instruction.
Tunxeek slowly closed the fingers of his extended hand and lowered it. He didn't quite understand his father's meaning, but he understood enough that perhaps it would not be appropriate to greet the Breton girl just yet. Realising his father's question, Tunxeek snapped back into the moment, "Er... well..." Tunxeek, suddenly became nervous and his eyes darted about. He had completely forgotten about talking to Shaleer-Za today. He hoped he hadn't made his father cross. He lifted one finger and looked at Thorantilth with wide eyes, "I will do that right now!" He exclaimed, before scurrying off in the direction of another hut.
Now that they were at Thorantilth's hut, they could begin. Sabine wasn't quite at the point of trembling, but her hands weren't so steady. Despite Thorantilth's reassurance, she still had no idea what to expect. She looked up at Thorantilth and waited for instruction.
The reassurance from Thorantilth didn't cause Sabine to be any less comfortable at least, but on the outside she didn't seem to react as she walked. Her head was still forward and her shoulders were still hunched. On the inside, however, her anxiety had stopped escalating on its own, at least for the moment. This would just be a harmless opening trial, apparently.
On the way to Thorantilth's quarters, an Argonian boy who looked about in his mid-teens, similar to Sabine, approached the three. His scale colouring was tan, like Thorantilth, but he wasn't covered in nearly as many tattoos. There were no fins on his head either, only a couple of stubby horns. "Father, I cleaned up as you asked," the boy said to Thorantilth in Jel, causing Sabine to look up a little. Apart from having her head lowered, Sabine stared at him blankly as usual. The boy was curious and looked blankly back for a moment, before continuing, "Is this the outsider who wants to bind with the hist?" He managed a small smile and extended a hand. "Hello. My name is Tunxeek," he said in Cyrodilic of all things. His accent was about as good as his father Thorantilth's, but his words were slightly slower. Sabine didn't do anything except continue to stare. Tunxeek had no idea about Sabine's disposition to strangers, so after a moment passed he looked at Thorantilth with confusion when she didn't react to his greeting. "Did I say something wrong?"
Janius was spending some time oiling his armour by the time Kaleeth-Rei returned. Janius smiled right back at her when he saw her, but was taken off guard with her greeting kiss. He had completely forgotten about that. Before he could properly explain, there was an offer to go swimming. He didn't see why not, the weather hadn't changed much after all, spending some time in the water would be refreshing. "Greetings. Yes, that sounds like a good idea," he said, putting down the shinguard he was cleaning and getting up. Janius began to walk, but spoke on the way, "By the way, I should properly explain the kiss, I am sorry for not making it clear earlier." He said slowly and seriously, but still with a smile on his face. It was an amusing situation after all. "In Cyrodiil, men kiss beautiful women on the hand for first greeting," He tried slowly, using gestures and pointing to either of them to indicate 'men', 'beautiful women', 'hand', and so on, "People only kiss other people on their lips when they are family, or they are courting." Janius realised that perhaps 'courting' was not a common word, and glanced around as he tried to think of another way to explain it. "Uh, courting is... when you, um..." his palms faced upwards, there probably weren't any obvious gestures for this, "Courting is when two people start being more than friends. Sometimes they fall in love." He awkwardly chuckled and grinned, "So it is funny, you see. We have only met today, so it is very unusual to be kissed by you."
On the way to Thorantilth's quarters, an Argonian boy who looked about in his mid-teens, similar to Sabine, approached the three. His scale colouring was tan, like Thorantilth, but he wasn't covered in nearly as many tattoos. There were no fins on his head either, only a couple of stubby horns. "Father, I cleaned up as you asked," the boy said to Thorantilth in Jel, causing Sabine to look up a little. Apart from having her head lowered, Sabine stared at him blankly as usual. The boy was curious and looked blankly back for a moment, before continuing, "Is this the outsider who wants to bind with the hist?" He managed a small smile and extended a hand. "Hello. My name is Tunxeek," he said in Cyrodilic of all things. His accent was about as good as his father Thorantilth's, but his words were slightly slower. Sabine didn't do anything except continue to stare. Tunxeek had no idea about Sabine's disposition to strangers, so after a moment passed he looked at Thorantilth with confusion when she didn't react to his greeting. "Did I say something wrong?"
Janius was spending some time oiling his armour by the time Kaleeth-Rei returned. Janius smiled right back at her when he saw her, but was taken off guard with her greeting kiss. He had completely forgotten about that. Before he could properly explain, there was an offer to go swimming. He didn't see why not, the weather hadn't changed much after all, spending some time in the water would be refreshing. "Greetings. Yes, that sounds like a good idea," he said, putting down the shinguard he was cleaning and getting up. Janius began to walk, but spoke on the way, "By the way, I should properly explain the kiss, I am sorry for not making it clear earlier." He said slowly and seriously, but still with a smile on his face. It was an amusing situation after all. "In Cyrodiil, men kiss beautiful women on the hand for first greeting," He tried slowly, using gestures and pointing to either of them to indicate 'men', 'beautiful women', 'hand', and so on, "People only kiss other people on their lips when they are family, or they are courting." Janius realised that perhaps 'courting' was not a common word, and glanced around as he tried to think of another way to explain it. "Uh, courting is... when you, um..." his palms faced upwards, there probably weren't any obvious gestures for this, "Courting is when two people start being more than friends. Sometimes they fall in love." He awkwardly chuckled and grinned, "So it is funny, you see. We have only met today, so it is very unusual to be kissed by you."
Yep, hence he thinks it's a waste of wine.
Hearing about Kaleeth-Rei's brother's death caused something of an awkward moment. "Oh... I'm sorry," Janius offered in a solemn tone, his face lowering. Janius found it hard to truly empathise in this case; he had passing friends from the Fighter's Guild die before. Some died before his very eyes by the stings of giant spiders. However, he never had any siblings, or really any of his loved ones die. Excepting his grandfather from old age, but that was a protracted affair. Kaleeth's case sounded like it happened more suddenly. Kaleeth broke the silence and announced that she had an errand to run, or something of that nature. "Okay, I will see you later then." Janius smiled and waved.
Hmm, friendly girl. Janius thought to himself as he looked over the rest of his equipment. Perhaps he would succeed in keeping it at a friendship. He had mostly succeeded in refraining from showering her with compliments... until he realised that he had made enough that such a point was moot. Well, it probably wasn't going to turn into anything more than a hunt and some language practice... until he looked at his bedroll. I am bad at this, aren't I? he thought between unwillingly forming fantasies in his mind. It's times like these that I realise how unhealthily my mind defaults.
In the few hours that they waited, some equipment maintenance and general resting and recovery was done after spending most of the day travelling. Sabine occupied herself by spreading out some alchemical equipment to produce some more insect repellant. After mixing enough to keep the pack supplied for a while longer, she detected some footprints behind her and turned to see Meesei and the treeminder. The first mysterious trial. Sabine took a shaky breath in through her mouth and stood up. Looking down, she followed Thorantilth without a word. At least Meesei was there, that was some comfort.
Hmm, friendly girl. Janius thought to himself as he looked over the rest of his equipment. Perhaps he would succeed in keeping it at a friendship. He had mostly succeeded in refraining from showering her with compliments... until he realised that he had made enough that such a point was moot. Well, it probably wasn't going to turn into anything more than a hunt and some language practice... until he looked at his bedroll. I am bad at this, aren't I? he thought between unwillingly forming fantasies in his mind. It's times like these that I realise how unhealthily my mind defaults.
In the few hours that they waited, some equipment maintenance and general resting and recovery was done after spending most of the day travelling. Sabine occupied herself by spreading out some alchemical equipment to produce some more insect repellant. After mixing enough to keep the pack supplied for a while longer, she detected some footprints behind her and turned to see Meesei and the treeminder. The first mysterious trial. Sabine took a shaky breath in through her mouth and stood up. Looking down, she followed Thorantilth without a word. At least Meesei was there, that was some comfort.
Yay! Progress!
"Pah! To think you Veronians place such a value on a spirit such as brandy," Ilario's accented voice sounded from beyond the door to the main room. As he emerged to join Solomon and Hawk, rubbing the remaining sleep from one eye, he continued, "But if you are insistent on paying us in beverages, Hawk, consider me with wine instead. It is the nectar of the gods after all." Ilario shot a glance to Solomon as he approached. He could have sworn he was the first person to open his door until he heard Solomon's voice while descending the stairs.
"Also, good morning to you too, Hawk, your bells-on-a-string trick has proven itself immensely." Ilario's sarcasm could be tasted in the air, "Here I was naive enough to believe that it was an alarm system when I spotted it, and a few hours later heard it."
Ilario took a deep and loud breath as he found a seat. The bells were a rather blunt method, but he conceded that it served its purpose. The real alarm system was probably build with more... contingencies. The two thoughts that were going through Ilario's mind collided and he paused still, before pointing to Hawk with a high brow expression, "Before you consider it any further, because I know you are, I would rather not be woken tomorrow morning with wine pouring onto my face. Nor will I build such a device for you, for I am against the principle of wasting good wine."
"Also, good morning to you too, Hawk, your bells-on-a-string trick has proven itself immensely." Ilario's sarcasm could be tasted in the air, "Here I was naive enough to believe that it was an alarm system when I spotted it, and a few hours later heard it."
Ilario took a deep and loud breath as he found a seat. The bells were a rather blunt method, but he conceded that it served its purpose. The real alarm system was probably build with more... contingencies. The two thoughts that were going through Ilario's mind collided and he paused still, before pointing to Hawk with a high brow expression, "Before you consider it any further, because I know you are, I would rather not be woken tomorrow morning with wine pouring onto my face. Nor will I build such a device for you, for I am against the principle of wasting good wine."
Did you want a few more rounds of conversation with Kaleeth, or skip to the next point of interest?
With Kaleeth's words, Janius believed he understood. He wasn't clear whether the hunters as a group picked rights of passage for initiates, or if the initiates picked, but it was meant to prove the best in them as far as he could see. He raised his brow in minor surprise to hear that they would be staying in the same hut as Kaleeth. "It would seem that way, yes. Good, we can talk more, you might talk with the rest of us as well." Janius said with a smile, setting down his belongings in a vacant space on the floor, "Sorry in advance if Lorag snores."
Janius surmised that unless Kaleeth was a guest of the village as well, she was not mated. At least that would reduce the danger of their interaction being misconstrued by an as-yet unseen partner. Kaleeth-Rei didn't really seem like someone who would intentionally cause that in any case, but there was always the possibility of jealousies she didn't account for. "So, do you have family here in the village?" Janius asked slowly.
"Hmm, I mustn't have noticed," Fendros said to Ahnasha with an honest tone. "Well, in that case, I hope our welcome lasts as long as it needs to." The common hut was not much of a step up from sleeping out in the swamps, but it was still cosy. Fendros suspected that such shelters wouldn't be taken for granted in the rainier seasons. For now, there wasn't much to do but wait for Sabine's first trial.
Janius surmised that unless Kaleeth was a guest of the village as well, she was not mated. At least that would reduce the danger of their interaction being misconstrued by an as-yet unseen partner. Kaleeth-Rei didn't really seem like someone who would intentionally cause that in any case, but there was always the possibility of jealousies she didn't account for. "So, do you have family here in the village?" Janius asked slowly.
"Hmm, I mustn't have noticed," Fendros said to Ahnasha with an honest tone. "Well, in that case, I hope our welcome lasts as long as it needs to." The common hut was not much of a step up from sleeping out in the swamps, but it was still cosy. Fendros suspected that such shelters wouldn't be taken for granted in the rainier seasons. For now, there wasn't much to do but wait for Sabine's first trial.
Devious? Oh lawdy.
Well, apart from the long term stuff I mentioned a few pages ago, let's see...
I'd like to have a villager that speaks Cyrodilic and is about the same age as Sabine to try and befriend her properly. I was thinking it could be a child or the apprentice of the treeminder, but if you had other plans for him, then it can be anyone. I'm thinking something like that could help Sabine to emerge from her shell a little more before the ritual, and perhaps make the change a bit less sudden.
I've got nothing solid for how Kaleeth vs. Janius is going to turn out, but the direction it's going is really pulling Janius into a kind of narcissistic dilemma. This is probably the first occasion he's properly coming to like someone since he's been informed that lycanthropy is a sack-bug, if you will. Should be fun. Might be some bruises, but it should be fun.
Can't really think of anything else off the top of my head, but I don't think we're lacking in things to do here.
G'night!
P.S. I'm going to a convention this weekend, so posts might be a once a day affair for the next couple of days. My apologies in advance.
Well, apart from the long term stuff I mentioned a few pages ago, let's see...
I'd like to have a villager that speaks Cyrodilic and is about the same age as Sabine to try and befriend her properly. I was thinking it could be a child or the apprentice of the treeminder, but if you had other plans for him, then it can be anyone. I'm thinking something like that could help Sabine to emerge from her shell a little more before the ritual, and perhaps make the change a bit less sudden.
I've got nothing solid for how Kaleeth vs. Janius is going to turn out, but the direction it's going is really pulling Janius into a kind of narcissistic dilemma. This is probably the first occasion he's properly coming to like someone since he's been informed that lycanthropy is a sack-bug, if you will. Should be fun. Might be some bruises, but it should be fun.
Can't really think of anything else off the top of my head, but I don't think we're lacking in things to do here.
G'night!
P.S. I'm going to a convention this weekend, so posts might be a once a day affair for the next couple of days. My apologies in advance.
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