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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.
Yours sleepily,
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P.S. Not having breakfast can make you weary. That's for sure!
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I think I'll wait for cqbexpt's opening post so I can get a feel for the sovereignty first.
"Right," Tunxeek nodded. He wondered whether he would eventually become as proficient with magic as Meesei, but more than that, he wondered what specifically made her leave the role. Whatever it was, Tunxeek suspected that it was a sensitive issue, so he stayed off the subject. "I will try as you say," Tunxeek said.
There were a few moments where Tunxeek couldn't really think of what to say next. He looked around the inside of the hut for a moment, feeling unsure. He wasn't certain whether it was appropriate for him to be around during the treatment at all if he were honest. "Is there anything more I can do to help?" He offered, mostly to Meesei.
"Tea, please," Sabine answered, looking glum at the ceiling. Sabine found it strange to request something so quickly, but the other day the tea they had was very warm and comforting despite her escalating emotions that day. She felt as if she required as much warmth and comfort as she could get.
Tunxeek turned to face her, then nodded and stood up with a smile and a purpose. "You too, Meesei?"
"Perhaps we should wait until the other leaders make a decision," Janius concluded.
When the wamasu walked up to Janius' legs, he looked down and smiled at the innocent creature. "Want some attention, do you?" He leaned down and carefully lifted it into his arms, standing up and holding it close. "At least the little wamasu didn't have to worry about much. A name, perhaps." Janius stroked its side lightly then looked to Kaleeth, "What's the Jel phrase for... let's say, Hugs-Dunmer?"
"Hey," Fendros began to protest, "it took me by surprise, that's all."
"What? It suits it, doesn't it?"
There were a few moments where Tunxeek couldn't really think of what to say next. He looked around the inside of the hut for a moment, feeling unsure. He wasn't certain whether it was appropriate for him to be around during the treatment at all if he were honest. "Is there anything more I can do to help?" He offered, mostly to Meesei.
"Tea, please," Sabine answered, looking glum at the ceiling. Sabine found it strange to request something so quickly, but the other day the tea they had was very warm and comforting despite her escalating emotions that day. She felt as if she required as much warmth and comfort as she could get.
Tunxeek turned to face her, then nodded and stood up with a smile and a purpose. "You too, Meesei?"
"Perhaps we should wait until the other leaders make a decision," Janius concluded.
When the wamasu walked up to Janius' legs, he looked down and smiled at the innocent creature. "Want some attention, do you?" He leaned down and carefully lifted it into his arms, standing up and holding it close. "At least the little wamasu didn't have to worry about much. A name, perhaps." Janius stroked its side lightly then looked to Kaleeth, "What's the Jel phrase for... let's say, Hugs-Dunmer?"
"Hey," Fendros began to protest, "it took me by surprise, that's all."
"What? It suits it, doesn't it?"
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Muttonhawk! My good fellow how are you? It's been ages!
Fantastically well. I am certainly not fine by far, but you could say I'm close to spectacular. It has indeed been a while. How's life been treating you, Leon?
Rolling her head straight, Sabine looked a little disappointed. She didn't like the prospect of being idle and useless for the rest of today, but there wasn't much she could do about it.
Meesei's skill in setting Sabine's rib back into place held Tunxeek in quiet awe as he looked on. He hadn't reached the point in his magical studies where he could pull off treatments like this. He wasn't even sure that father could do that as well as Meesei was. "Meesei, I heard you used to be a Treeminder as well. Did you learn all of your magic from your Treeminder, or from others as well?"
Janius looked at Kaleeth, considering. "Well if that's the worst that could happen, at least its better than the ambush he tried today." He thought out loud, "Still, I hope it doesn't go to such lengths. I don't think it would accomplish much simply to fight him. Not to mention, unless he had tricks up his sleeve, he would stand no chance against Meesei."
"Would it be a fight to the death, or just submission?" Fendros asked.
Janius bit his lower lip at the possibility. "I don't want to kill him. He's unreasonable, hateful, and dangerous, but the village still needs a Master-Hunter. I couldn't do that to everyone, or to you, Kaleeth."
Meesei's skill in setting Sabine's rib back into place held Tunxeek in quiet awe as he looked on. He hadn't reached the point in his magical studies where he could pull off treatments like this. He wasn't even sure that father could do that as well as Meesei was. "Meesei, I heard you used to be a Treeminder as well. Did you learn all of your magic from your Treeminder, or from others as well?"
Janius looked at Kaleeth, considering. "Well if that's the worst that could happen, at least its better than the ambush he tried today." He thought out loud, "Still, I hope it doesn't go to such lengths. I don't think it would accomplish much simply to fight him. Not to mention, unless he had tricks up his sleeve, he would stand no chance against Meesei."
"Would it be a fight to the death, or just submission?" Fendros asked.
Janius bit his lower lip at the possibility. "I don't want to kill him. He's unreasonable, hateful, and dangerous, but the village still needs a Master-Hunter. I couldn't do that to everyone, or to you, Kaleeth."
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Unless she's going to miss out on any plot critical carnival rides due to her height, I don't think that'll be a problem.
Thank you!
The age is a good point. It was my intention for her to be involved in the war at a very young age, but she would have been a child back then. I think I had made a mental note to change it when I read over the lifespan section but forgot. I'll change that to something slightly more reasonable.
There we go, gave her an extra five years.
The age is a good point. It was my intention for her to be involved in the war at a very young age, but she would have been a child back then. I think I had made a mental note to change it when I read over the lifespan section but forgot. I'll change that to something slightly more reasonable.
There we go, gave her an extra five years.
Sabine nodded and raised her head enough to drink down the potion. As she expected, it helped to dull the pain and repair the remaining bruises she had sustained. With Meesei's magic dealing with most of the pain, feeling the broken rib being shifted into a repairable position was an odd and uncomfortable sensation. Once she finished the potion, she put the flask down beside her and tried to stay still as Meesei treated her.
"How long will it keep hurting to breath?" Sabine asked, turning her head to Meesei this time, knowing it was the magic keeping her pain at bay. "I want to try and make other potions for the next fight."
Fendros looked at Ahnasha and sat down beside her again, his hand wrapping around hers. He was reminded of their own fate if they could not find anything to extend Ahnasha's lifespan. Even if it was in completely different circumstances, he empathised with Janius and Kaleeth.
By Janius' expression, Fendros could tell he knew the reality of he and Kaleeth's limited time together.
With a solemn expression, Fendros looked up at Kaleeth and answered. "I know I would go through pain unending for Ahna. I love her deeply." He took a pause to try and think of what to say to Kaleeth. "I always feel that it would be horrible to live without Ahnasha. I couldn't fathom it." He looked at Ahnasha and gave her a affectionate smile, "But even if I were to lose her, I wouldn't regret it more than if I had never met her at all." He looked up at Kaleeth and Janius once more, "I am of the opinion that you should follow your heart in such situations. I am worried about what the Master-Hunter might try if the Treeminder cannot keep him at bay, but... I don't know, what do you think, Ahna?"
"How long will it keep hurting to breath?" Sabine asked, turning her head to Meesei this time, knowing it was the magic keeping her pain at bay. "I want to try and make other potions for the next fight."
Fendros looked at Ahnasha and sat down beside her again, his hand wrapping around hers. He was reminded of their own fate if they could not find anything to extend Ahnasha's lifespan. Even if it was in completely different circumstances, he empathised with Janius and Kaleeth.
By Janius' expression, Fendros could tell he knew the reality of he and Kaleeth's limited time together.
With a solemn expression, Fendros looked up at Kaleeth and answered. "I know I would go through pain unending for Ahna. I love her deeply." He took a pause to try and think of what to say to Kaleeth. "I always feel that it would be horrible to live without Ahnasha. I couldn't fathom it." He looked at Ahnasha and gave her a affectionate smile, "But even if I were to lose her, I wouldn't regret it more than if I had never met her at all." He looked up at Kaleeth and Janius once more, "I am of the opinion that you should follow your heart in such situations. I am worried about what the Master-Hunter might try if the Treeminder cannot keep him at bay, but... I don't know, what do you think, Ahna?"
Alright Elite, after several iterations I finally think I have something.
Hello everyone. Long time no see for some of you. Let me know if any of this clashes with established canon or if there are any other problems and I'll fix them up.
Name: Shkitliktuit Tasthagk
(No one can pronounce it properly, so she took on the human name 'Shiva' for when interacting with other cultures. Apparently Shkitliktuit is a common name where she is from.)
Species: Masulu
Height: 1.8 m / 5'11"
Age: 42
Gender: Female
Appearance:
The first thing that people will remember if they've met Shiva is the masulu numeral tattooed onto her head that serves as her former criminal serial number. Apart from that, she's rather plain. Even according to other masulus, Shiva does not possess many particular distinguishing features among her body. If anything she seems athletic, and looks a little more compact and agile compared to other soldiers, but that's about it. Her carapace is mostly a reddish brown, tending to a dull blue near plate edges and on her exposed skin. Her eyes are a curious dark blue.
Equipment:
- "Cheetah" medium combat armour. Standard issue for Masulu infantry, complete with storage space required for all equipment and an energy shield projector.
- Medic's field kit. A variety of drugs and surgical tools required to perform field surgery and treat combat injuries. Recently expanded to cater for other races.
- "Rebuffer" Plasma squad assault weapon. Trades the more compact profile and calibre of other masulu weapons for rate of fire. The Rebuffer is designed for suppression from a secure base of fire, much like a light machine gun.
- "Custodian" Plasma pistol. Compact and reliable sidearm.
Skills/Abilities:
Biomass manipulation magic: A form of magic which, put simply, allows the user to heal bodies of living cells when in close proximity. Though the underlying mechanics that enable such an effect are as poorly understood as magic itself, closer study and experimentation has revealed that the neutrium that Shiva manipulates sieves through the DNA of living cells and constructs new tissue bound to those cells at a staggering rate, based on the DNA it passes near. This allows Shiva to close wounds right before everyone's eyes. With practice, she has been able to become more precise and accurate with her magic, learning to target specific tissue rather than grow colonies of infectious bacteria or inadvertently growing tumours on the patient's body. Something at the level of a flesh wound is a five second piece of cake to Shiva, but the higher complexity and greater amounts of tissue to be regenerated can quickly become exhausting. Regrowing someone's severed hand for instance, would take at least two days, non-stop for the effort required.
This magic is limited to regenerating living cells. It cannot treat diseases or change genetic structure.
Background:
Without a doubt, Shiva has had a chequered history with her own nation. She was raised in a mining colony on the outskirts of the sovereignty, one with poor governance and quality of life. Her magical abilities manifested at age eleven when she grew gardens of native fungus for fun at a rate much faster than their regular growth rate. This little trick she had learned did not seem to be an issue to her parents, so for the most part life was normal.
In her early adult years, however, things took a turn. Due to several bad decisions, vote rigging, miscommunications, unchecked corruption and sheer display of incompetence by the governors running the colony, Shiva was swept up in a short rebellion during the war between the sovereignty and humanity. The colonial rebels, of whom she had joined in her naive youth, wanted to secede from the sovereignty and govern themselves. During this conflict, Shiva took part in guerrilla warfare and discovered that her magical abilities could be used for healing, making her a valuable asset. The rebellion was protracted for long enough to gain some publicity as most of the military was in war, but the rebellion was put down within a few months and Shiva was sentenced to fifty years jail time for treason.
The years spent locked up in an environment that actively shamed your very existence gave Shiva a lot of time to think and mature. She reflected and learned to not prostrate to power unquestioningly, like her nationalistic people, but conceded to make them think it was in control of her enough reserve caution. She saw many of her fellows die and become abused in the crackdown, and it made her angry that the capitulum turned nought but a scornful eye to their motivations. She decided that when she had served her time, she would try to find work where it was more discrete, but fate had other plans.
In only the third year of her sentence, the Sovereignty was on the back foot in the war. In desperation, the capitulum passed an initiative to draft mentally stable criminals into the army for use as support and cannon fodder. Shiva would not have been picked if not for her magic, but even then the decision of the people in charge was reluctant. Shiva didn't cause any trouble, in fact she saved the lives of so many masulu and tempu in the field that she became an asset to her former adversaries. Post-draft, Shiva's criminal record has been clear, but she has been frequently passed around from element to element by her superiors for the shame of having such an effective traitor fighting for them. This game of 'pass the combat medic parcel' eventually found its way past the war and into peacekeeping operations.
During the next two decades or so, Shiva continued the military life, studying alien anatomy to become better at her job. It started with tempu anatomy, and then went on to other races. She has since gotten used to being in an unwelcome environment.
When you meet her, Shiva seems more open minded and too wise for her own good compared to your average masulu. This doesn't mean she is particularly nice, however. She is quick to point out faults in people's actions or suggestions and tends to jump to critical conclusions. Even so, she is professional as can be and tends to be creepily endearing to her patients, as if she finds a macabre humour in having them depend on her.
Hello everyone. Long time no see for some of you. Let me know if any of this clashes with established canon or if there are any other problems and I'll fix them up.
Name: Shkitliktuit Tasthagk
(No one can pronounce it properly, so she took on the human name 'Shiva' for when interacting with other cultures. Apparently Shkitliktuit is a common name where she is from.)
Species: Masulu
Height: 1.8 m / 5'11"
Age: 42
Gender: Female
Appearance:
The first thing that people will remember if they've met Shiva is the masulu numeral tattooed onto her head that serves as her former criminal serial number. Apart from that, she's rather plain. Even according to other masulus, Shiva does not possess many particular distinguishing features among her body. If anything she seems athletic, and looks a little more compact and agile compared to other soldiers, but that's about it. Her carapace is mostly a reddish brown, tending to a dull blue near plate edges and on her exposed skin. Her eyes are a curious dark blue.
Equipment:
- "Cheetah" medium combat armour. Standard issue for Masulu infantry, complete with storage space required for all equipment and an energy shield projector.
- Medic's field kit. A variety of drugs and surgical tools required to perform field surgery and treat combat injuries. Recently expanded to cater for other races.
- "Rebuffer" Plasma squad assault weapon. Trades the more compact profile and calibre of other masulu weapons for rate of fire. The Rebuffer is designed for suppression from a secure base of fire, much like a light machine gun.
- "Custodian" Plasma pistol. Compact and reliable sidearm.
Skills/Abilities:
Biomass manipulation magic: A form of magic which, put simply, allows the user to heal bodies of living cells when in close proximity. Though the underlying mechanics that enable such an effect are as poorly understood as magic itself, closer study and experimentation has revealed that the neutrium that Shiva manipulates sieves through the DNA of living cells and constructs new tissue bound to those cells at a staggering rate, based on the DNA it passes near. This allows Shiva to close wounds right before everyone's eyes. With practice, she has been able to become more precise and accurate with her magic, learning to target specific tissue rather than grow colonies of infectious bacteria or inadvertently growing tumours on the patient's body. Something at the level of a flesh wound is a five second piece of cake to Shiva, but the higher complexity and greater amounts of tissue to be regenerated can quickly become exhausting. Regrowing someone's severed hand for instance, would take at least two days, non-stop for the effort required.
This magic is limited to regenerating living cells. It cannot treat diseases or change genetic structure.
Background:
Without a doubt, Shiva has had a chequered history with her own nation. She was raised in a mining colony on the outskirts of the sovereignty, one with poor governance and quality of life. Her magical abilities manifested at age eleven when she grew gardens of native fungus for fun at a rate much faster than their regular growth rate. This little trick she had learned did not seem to be an issue to her parents, so for the most part life was normal.
In her early adult years, however, things took a turn. Due to several bad decisions, vote rigging, miscommunications, unchecked corruption and sheer display of incompetence by the governors running the colony, Shiva was swept up in a short rebellion during the war between the sovereignty and humanity. The colonial rebels, of whom she had joined in her naive youth, wanted to secede from the sovereignty and govern themselves. During this conflict, Shiva took part in guerrilla warfare and discovered that her magical abilities could be used for healing, making her a valuable asset. The rebellion was protracted for long enough to gain some publicity as most of the military was in war, but the rebellion was put down within a few months and Shiva was sentenced to fifty years jail time for treason.
The years spent locked up in an environment that actively shamed your very existence gave Shiva a lot of time to think and mature. She reflected and learned to not prostrate to power unquestioningly, like her nationalistic people, but conceded to make them think it was in control of her enough reserve caution. She saw many of her fellows die and become abused in the crackdown, and it made her angry that the capitulum turned nought but a scornful eye to their motivations. She decided that when she had served her time, she would try to find work where it was more discrete, but fate had other plans.
In only the third year of her sentence, the Sovereignty was on the back foot in the war. In desperation, the capitulum passed an initiative to draft mentally stable criminals into the army for use as support and cannon fodder. Shiva would not have been picked if not for her magic, but even then the decision of the people in charge was reluctant. Shiva didn't cause any trouble, in fact she saved the lives of so many masulu and tempu in the field that she became an asset to her former adversaries. Post-draft, Shiva's criminal record has been clear, but she has been frequently passed around from element to element by her superiors for the shame of having such an effective traitor fighting for them. This game of 'pass the combat medic parcel' eventually found its way past the war and into peacekeeping operations.
During the next two decades or so, Shiva continued the military life, studying alien anatomy to become better at her job. It started with tempu anatomy, and then went on to other races. She has since gotten used to being in an unwelcome environment.
When you meet her, Shiva seems more open minded and too wise for her own good compared to your average masulu. This doesn't mean she is particularly nice, however. She is quick to point out faults in people's actions or suggestions and tends to jump to critical conclusions. Even so, she is professional as can be and tends to be creepily endearing to her patients, as if she finds a macabre humour in having them depend on her.
Without hesitating, Tunxeek nodded and rummaged through the bag Meesei pointed out. He pulled out a flask of red liquid that he pulled the cork from and sniffed to confirm its effect. He passed it to Meesei and sat down by Sabine.
Sabine herself was trying not to cry or breath too suddenly to try and avoid aggravating her injuries, but she had a red face and closed eyes still. At least she had calmed herself down a little. She opened her eyes and glanced around to Meesei, then to Tunxeek. "Sorry for... yelling." Sabine said quietly to Tunxeek.
Shaking his head, Tunxeek raised his hand to wave it away. "It is okay. I understand. Just do not hurt yourself talking."
"I wasn't good enough. I didn't win."
This caused Tunxeek some pause, then he glanced at Meesei and back to Sabine. "I thought you did well. You were up against a better opponent, and you gave him some big bruises. Just try again when father picks someone to fight you. The fight will be better."
"What if I don't win?"
Tunxeek smiled, "Then you try again the next day."
"And if I never win?"
"You'll win. You worry too much." Tunxeek retorted, intentionally being ironic in the face of his own tendencies.
Sabine picked up on this and even she started to smile for a moment and chuckle, but the laughter quickly stopped as she winced in pain.
Tunxeek's smile dropped at this. He craned his head forward and rubbed his back guiltily. "Um... sorry."
For a few seconds, Fendros was silent. He sat up and held the wamasu, thinking with worry. Slowly, he passed the wamasu to Ahnasha the looked at Janius with the utmost seriousness. "Janius, it was bad enough that he didn't like us being here, but if the Master-Hunter has started meaning outright harm upon us because you've been with his daughter..." he motioned to Kaleeth while he spoke, "...then perhaps it would be safer if you two stayed away from one another. If only to stop him being provoked further."
Janius responded with the same tone, "No, Fendros, you weren't there. Zharanthixil tried to attack Meesei when she intervened in the fight. He meant harm upon-"
"-He attacked Meesei? That's an even greater reason to stop this." Fendros' tone became more intense as he interrupted.
"Even if we separated, Fendros, he would find another excuse."
Fendros lowered his brow, openly cross now, "Is your libido really worth risking our lives, Janius!?"
"This isn't about my libido, Fendros." Janius wasn't in the mood for this and it started to show.
"Then what is it about?! Hm?"
"I love her." Janius said flatly.
At this, Fendros stopped himself. He slowly relaxed his tensed shoulders and stood up straighter. He sighed, then looked to Kaleeth, shifting his eyes back to Janius. "Really?"
Janius nodded.
Fendros looked at Kaleeth again, this time he had more sympathy than anger in his eyes. "And you, Kaleeth-Rei?"
Sabine herself was trying not to cry or breath too suddenly to try and avoid aggravating her injuries, but she had a red face and closed eyes still. At least she had calmed herself down a little. She opened her eyes and glanced around to Meesei, then to Tunxeek. "Sorry for... yelling." Sabine said quietly to Tunxeek.
Shaking his head, Tunxeek raised his hand to wave it away. "It is okay. I understand. Just do not hurt yourself talking."
"I wasn't good enough. I didn't win."
This caused Tunxeek some pause, then he glanced at Meesei and back to Sabine. "I thought you did well. You were up against a better opponent, and you gave him some big bruises. Just try again when father picks someone to fight you. The fight will be better."
"What if I don't win?"
Tunxeek smiled, "Then you try again the next day."
"And if I never win?"
"You'll win. You worry too much." Tunxeek retorted, intentionally being ironic in the face of his own tendencies.
Sabine picked up on this and even she started to smile for a moment and chuckle, but the laughter quickly stopped as she winced in pain.
Tunxeek's smile dropped at this. He craned his head forward and rubbed his back guiltily. "Um... sorry."
For a few seconds, Fendros was silent. He sat up and held the wamasu, thinking with worry. Slowly, he passed the wamasu to Ahnasha the looked at Janius with the utmost seriousness. "Janius, it was bad enough that he didn't like us being here, but if the Master-Hunter has started meaning outright harm upon us because you've been with his daughter..." he motioned to Kaleeth while he spoke, "...then perhaps it would be safer if you two stayed away from one another. If only to stop him being provoked further."
Janius responded with the same tone, "No, Fendros, you weren't there. Zharanthixil tried to attack Meesei when she intervened in the fight. He meant harm upon-"
"-He attacked Meesei? That's an even greater reason to stop this." Fendros' tone became more intense as he interrupted.
"Even if we separated, Fendros, he would find another excuse."
Fendros lowered his brow, openly cross now, "Is your libido really worth risking our lives, Janius!?"
"This isn't about my libido, Fendros." Janius wasn't in the mood for this and it started to show.
"Then what is it about?! Hm?"
"I love her." Janius said flatly.
At this, Fendros stopped himself. He slowly relaxed his tensed shoulders and stood up straighter. He sighed, then looked to Kaleeth, shifting his eyes back to Janius. "Really?"
Janius nodded.
Fendros looked at Kaleeth again, this time he had more sympathy than anger in his eyes. "And you, Kaleeth-Rei?"
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