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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,
Vasco Pyjama
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P.S. Not having breakfast can make you weary. That's for sure!
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Vera seemed as concerned as Meesei was with this revelation. In as tenuous a time as this, they would be taking a risk by acting against one of Harriet's followers.
Raising his eyes to meet Meesei's for only the smallest moment, Caleb responded. His guilt was getting mixed with some confusion at what Meesei said, but he settled for answering her question. "He...he told me yesterday evening," Caleb said quietly, "I was hiding in the chamber beyond the pool chamber. The one you have to dive under the water to get to. I only snuck out during the night to get food. Galsek was up late, walking around. We spoke, eventually we both found out that we knew about dad."
"Caleb, why were you hiding in such a place?" Vera asked her son softly.
"It's..." Caleb blinked slowly, then gave a lingering look to Meesei, "I just wanted to be alone."
Raising his eyes to meet Meesei's for only the smallest moment, Caleb responded. His guilt was getting mixed with some confusion at what Meesei said, but he settled for answering her question. "He...he told me yesterday evening," Caleb said quietly, "I was hiding in the chamber beyond the pool chamber. The one you have to dive under the water to get to. I only snuck out during the night to get food. Galsek was up late, walking around. We spoke, eventually we both found out that we knew about dad."
"Caleb, why were you hiding in such a place?" Vera asked her son softly.
"It's..." Caleb blinked slowly, then gave a lingering look to Meesei, "I just wanted to be alone."
Caleb's head raised slightly as Meesei explained the current evidence, but he didn't look at her directly. His breathing seemed to become shallow in the silent moments after Meesei finished. He was clearly anxious. "I didn't gather evidence myself, I was told by Galsek what he had found out about dad's murder. He told me you would lie and accuse Harriet rather than Oswall."
"Galsek?" Vera leaned forward and looked at her son's face, "Are you sure, Caleb?"
Caleb nodded. "I got angry. What he said about Oswall having the chance to poison dad was true, I found that out, so I sneaked into the armoury and got a silver knife to kill him. I knew he wouldn't get caught if you were going to lie. I don't know any more, though."
Vera looked up at Meesei, "Galsek is one of Harriet's alphas. A sly one at that. He has to be working on his own terms."
From that reminder, Caleb lowered his head again. If seemed his blind rage had turned to doubt already. He knew he was in trouble.
"Galsek?" Vera leaned forward and looked at her son's face, "Are you sure, Caleb?"
Caleb nodded. "I got angry. What he said about Oswall having the chance to poison dad was true, I found that out, so I sneaked into the armoury and got a silver knife to kill him. I knew he wouldn't get caught if you were going to lie. I don't know any more, though."
Vera looked up at Meesei, "Galsek is one of Harriet's alphas. A sly one at that. He has to be working on his own terms."
From that reminder, Caleb lowered his head again. If seemed his blind rage had turned to doubt already. He knew he was in trouble.
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*Hums a tune*
At first, Vera breathed in to speak. She stopped herself and looked to Caleb again, waiting for a response.
Caleb did not so much as move for a good few seconds. Without looking up at Meesei, he slowly nodded. A croaky and emotion-filled voice sounded from him, "I had to make sure that he didn't get away with it."
Caleb did not so much as move for a good few seconds. Without looking up at Meesei, he slowly nodded. A croaky and emotion-filled voice sounded from him, "I had to make sure that he didn't get away with it."
It was no matter immediately that the centaur did not seem to feel like talking. If it wouldn't have been so rude, Seb would have unleashed a torrent of questions upon the centaur regarding their unique magical methods. Their critical rarity made many of their secrets forgotten to the ages. With confirmation that the centaur was following, Seb carried his food and drink to the table accommodating Karu and Anu'din.
"Pardon me, sirs, for intruding," Seb said in apprehensive stops and starts while he slid into a chair, "I noticed you were talking about the cargo. If I may..." Seb unslung the crossbow on his back and laid it on the table unloaded, "...Would this cause any trouble firing your bolts, Karu? It has an enchantment on it, partially of my own design, but etched by another dragon, one of the Arcane Eye. It puts an effect on the bolts fired from it." Seb motioned shakily with one hand for Karu to pick it up. "You may inspect it, if you wish."
While waiting for a response from Karu's deliberation, Seb looked across to Anu'din. Seb nodded upwards in familiarity and wove his fingers together on the table in front of him. "Anu'din, it has been some time," Seb said in a slightly more comfortable tone, "How have you been these years? Anything new?"
"Pardon me, sirs, for intruding," Seb said in apprehensive stops and starts while he slid into a chair, "I noticed you were talking about the cargo. If I may..." Seb unslung the crossbow on his back and laid it on the table unloaded, "...Would this cause any trouble firing your bolts, Karu? It has an enchantment on it, partially of my own design, but etched by another dragon, one of the Arcane Eye. It puts an effect on the bolts fired from it." Seb motioned shakily with one hand for Karu to pick it up. "You may inspect it, if you wish."
While waiting for a response from Karu's deliberation, Seb looked across to Anu'din. Seb nodded upwards in familiarity and wove his fingers together on the table in front of him. "Anu'din, it has been some time," Seb said in a slightly more comfortable tone, "How have you been these years? Anything new?"
Oh, there are only ten of them? Hmm, I guess my character was a bit too blase.
Also, @Aurus, I just realised I made a temporal goof.
I just reread the background story and realised that the curse started thirty years ago, while my character is twenty nine years old. This means that he would have had to be -1 year old by the time all his creations fell apart. With your go-ahead, I'd like to rectify this situation in one of the following ways:
1. Make my character older, which is a bit annoying because I don't think his fitness suits a fifty five year old.
2. Same as 1, but with his necromantic dabbling granting him the youth until his aging resumed when the curse rolled up.
There's also the option of winding back present IC time to around a decade or so after the curse struck, but I think that would be asking too much as that effects everyone.
Also, @Aurus, I just realised I made a temporal goof.
I just reread the background story and realised that the curse started thirty years ago, while my character is twenty nine years old. This means that he would have had to be -1 year old by the time all his creations fell apart. With your go-ahead, I'd like to rectify this situation in one of the following ways:
1. Make my character older, which is a bit annoying because I don't think his fitness suits a fifty five year old.
2. Same as 1, but with his necromantic dabbling granting him the youth until his aging resumed when the curse rolled up.
There's also the option of winding back present IC time to around a decade or so after the curse struck, but I think that would be asking too much as that effects everyone.
Oswall didn't move much by the time he reached the makeshift infirmary that the clan had. It was a small chamber with only a few raised beds and tables for treatment, but it wasn't as if lycans had much use for it besides from Oswall's case and similar. Oswall's energy was failing him and he was paling as the initial shock wore off, but he uttered a few words while Meesei walked out. "He is a child, but see he doesn't stick anyone else in the clan."
Crossing his arms, Janius remained in the infirmary. He had a look of worry on his face, but also one of silent disappointment. He was meant to guard Oswall from danger. He blamed himself for allowing this as much as he did Caleb.
The chamber that Meesei was directed to was Vera's bedchamber. Darahil was standing outside and gave a curt nod to Meesei as she approached. The door was shut. "I believe the loud crying ceased a few minutes ago. It was a mother's place to calm her child, not mine." Without being asked, Darahil turned around and lightly knocked on the door.
"Yes?" Vera's muffled voice sounded.
Darahil raised his voice as necessary, "The champion is back."
There was a pause where a short, quiet exchange could be heard between Vera and Caleb. "You may enter," Vera said after a while.
As Darahil opened the door, Meesei found Vera back in Redguard form sitting at the foot of her bed with her arm around Caleb. Caleb had his hands clasped together tightly and his head down. It seemed like only his own tears had marked Oswall's blood still on his hands. Occasionally, Caleb would sniff or a tear would fall from his nose.
"How is Oswall? Will he be alright?" Vera asked first.
Crossing his arms, Janius remained in the infirmary. He had a look of worry on his face, but also one of silent disappointment. He was meant to guard Oswall from danger. He blamed himself for allowing this as much as he did Caleb.
The chamber that Meesei was directed to was Vera's bedchamber. Darahil was standing outside and gave a curt nod to Meesei as she approached. The door was shut. "I believe the loud crying ceased a few minutes ago. It was a mother's place to calm her child, not mine." Without being asked, Darahil turned around and lightly knocked on the door.
"Yes?" Vera's muffled voice sounded.
Darahil raised his voice as necessary, "The champion is back."
There was a pause where a short, quiet exchange could be heard between Vera and Caleb. "You may enter," Vera said after a while.
As Darahil opened the door, Meesei found Vera back in Redguard form sitting at the foot of her bed with her arm around Caleb. Caleb had his hands clasped together tightly and his head down. It seemed like only his own tears had marked Oswall's blood still on his hands. Occasionally, Caleb would sniff or a tear would fall from his nose.
"How is Oswall? Will he be alright?" Vera asked first.
Age is now in my cs.
In other news, everyone is sitting apart! Looks like the nerd is going to have to be the one who brings the party together again if people are so inclined.
In other news, everyone is sitting apart! Looks like the nerd is going to have to be the one who brings the party together again if people are so inclined.
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