Oh damn, I actually hadn't thought of that. Hahaha!
I'm heading off now, g'night!
I'm heading off now, g'night!
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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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P.S. Not having breakfast can make you weary. That's for sure!
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Alrighty, well, if you don't mind playing the characters he interacts with, sure!
I have to go in about half an hour. After this meeting, did you want to play out Tzirret trying to go out and socialise or should I just summarise that?
Gallus leaned back in his seat and pinched his lower lip while supporting his elbow. "Additional resources...there might be a way..." Gallus' brow raised, "Two, perhaps. Three? No, we should not alert the local authorities." he lowered his hand and cautiously made suggestions, "One option could be to find other outposts like this one, if they exist. Another...may be risky or ill-advised, but if there are packs that can subsist in the wilds for an extended period, those with the skills, then they might have a better time staying in the Tenmar forest and evading while the rest of the clan goes north. It will be a long time away from everyone, but it would put less pressure on supplies." Gallus exhaled sharply, unsatisfied, "There has to be a better way, though..."
As he ran through the options, a detail kept coming up in Gallus' mind that he felt needed to be addressed. "I understand that we would have the resources to build most things on our own, but what are the financial resources of the clan at this time? We could likely smuggle all manner of things out of Senchal under the guise of a naive Imperial such as myself trying to start a trading company or some-such. Such a ruse, held together, may slip through the nets of Vile's servants if we do it right."
As he ran through the options, a detail kept coming up in Gallus' mind that he felt needed to be addressed. "I understand that we would have the resources to build most things on our own, but what are the financial resources of the clan at this time? We could likely smuggle all manner of things out of Senchal under the guise of a naive Imperial such as myself trying to start a trading company or some-such. Such a ruse, held together, may slip through the nets of Vile's servants if we do it right."
Now noticeably less tense, Tzirret gave La'khay a small smile. He nodded and responded, "Tzirret does think he needed that embrace, but..." He shifted unsurely about the prospect of mating with La'khay again. Being his age, the physical urge was still there, and it was very powerful. However, he thought it would be odd to try it while also trying to get his extra feelings out of his mind. He stood for a while, thinking, but he found the more he dwelt on it, the more his mind was being clouded just looking at La'khay's body. After another few seconds, he made a compromising excuse to himself and took La'khay gently by the waist. "Maybe just quickly, before heading back." Tzirret said in a rush, "If La'khay does not mind."
"As far as our knowledge extended, Meesei and myself discussed the matter last night and came to a few conclusions." Gallus responded, trying not to be phased by the eerie voice of Ra'jorr's amulet, "The options for levelling the base hinge on Orcrest. Either we, being my pack and Meesei's, travel to Orcrest ourselves, or we unite forces with the Senchal clan. We cannot take the base on our own and there is no guarantee that Orcrest has the manpower to take it either, at least not without crippling casualties risked. Contacting other clans would take too long, as would taking Orcrest's warband south to here. Not to mention that would leave Orcrest itself weakened. No, the only guaranteed option for taking the base is to unite. It follows then, to explore how to shift Senchal's warband."
Gallus spread his hands out either side of him and leaned over the table. "Currently, the warband here is guarding those who remain here. It will only be a matter of time before Vile's servants find this place. By then, your only option is a fighting retreat, just as you did to get here in the first place. Vile's forces are too strong and too well equipped to stand against here. I will not mince words; the pursuit will continue until we are all wiped out if nothing is done. Now, shifting the forces here would leave the civilians vulnerable, quickening the hunt if Vile finds them and depriving them of the manpower needed to move quickly. It may be slower to bring the non-combatants with the Senchal warband, but they will be better protected, and striding towards guaranteed safety with Orcrest." Gallus sighed, "As much as I can see, and my opinion is incomplete, those who would perish on the journey have their fates sealed here anyway. This is not perfect, but it is hope."
Then, Gallus gave both Ra'jorr and Do'ajee a glance. "You say it is not impossible, that is a good benchmark..." he paused and bowed his head, trying and failing to find a good way to say his next line, "To speak in such terms is heartless, I know, but if we were to attempt the journey, we need to know whether the number we would lose on the road would be preferable to those lost if Vile's scouts found us here after the days it would have taken to prepare."
"As far as our knowledge extended, Meesei and myself discussed the matter last night and came to a few conclusions." Gallus responded, trying not to be phased by the eerie voice of Ra'jorr's amulet, "The options for levelling the base hinge on Orcrest. Either we, being my pack and Meesei's, travel to Orcrest ourselves, or we unite forces with the Senchal clan. We cannot take the base on our own and there is no guarantee that Orcrest has the manpower to take it either, at least not without crippling casualties risked. Contacting other clans would take too long, as would taking Orcrest's warband south to here. Not to mention that would leave Orcrest itself weakened. No, the only guaranteed option for taking the base is to unite. It follows then, to explore how to shift Senchal's warband."
Gallus spread his hands out either side of him and leaned over the table. "Currently, the warband here is guarding those who remain here. It will only be a matter of time before Vile's servants find this place. By then, your only option is a fighting retreat, just as you did to get here in the first place. Vile's forces are too strong and too well equipped to stand against here. I will not mince words; the pursuit will continue until we are all wiped out if nothing is done. Now, shifting the forces here would leave the civilians vulnerable, quickening the hunt if Vile finds them and depriving them of the manpower needed to move quickly. It may be slower to bring the non-combatants with the Senchal warband, but they will be better protected, and striding towards guaranteed safety with Orcrest." Gallus sighed, "As much as I can see, and my opinion is incomplete, those who would perish on the journey have their fates sealed here anyway. This is not perfect, but it is hope."
Then, Gallus gave both Ra'jorr and Do'ajee a glance. "You say it is not impossible, that is a good benchmark..." he paused and bowed his head, trying and failing to find a good way to say his next line, "To speak in such terms is heartless, I know, but if we were to attempt the journey, we need to know whether the number we would lose on the road would be preferable to those lost if Vile's scouts found us here after the days it would have taken to prepare."
Oh yeah...just let me edit real quick, sorry about that.
Done. You'd think I would spot it after four minutes of editing spelling and grammar over and over :P
Done. You'd think I would spot it after four minutes of editing spelling and grammar over and over :P
At La'khay's interpretation of Tzirret's request, he actually swiftly exhaled, bowed his head forward, and let out a high laugh. His wide smile was exaggerated as he was still trying to hold back his sadness, but he was able to speak with a light heart. It was a change from stumbling over his words; it was certainly not the first time he had seen La'khay in such a position.
"No, no, this one did not mean that," Tzirret corrected with one palm forward and facing the ground. He bent over, took La'khay's hand, and pulled her to her feet, before throwing himself against her. He wrapped his arms around her tightly and buried his face into her collar. He also made sure to keep their balance so they didn't fall. It took three gradual seconds for his brief mirth to be replaced by another release of emotion, tears flowed and muffled sadness sounded from Tzirret's hidden face.
It was not hopelessness and despair in Tzirret's sobbing this time, no crying for help or self-deprecation, no cowardice or depression. It was just as he had implied; saying goodbye. Not to La'khay as a friend, specifically, but to the extra feelings he had attached to her, as well as his fear of giving them up. It was a relief in his tears. He was letting go.
Though Gallus did not know the clan as intimately as the present lieutenants, he smiled to hear that Ra'kalesh was selected to be a new one. He was a wise alpha and an asset to them all.
When the meeting begun properly, Gallus paused to allow others to speak. When everyone else hesitated, he decided to start things off. "Very well...as we know, now, we have located Vile's stronghold in Pelletine. Likely disguised or otherwise well hidden. A base marked on our map near Corinthe. In order to recover this clan and secure the region, this base must fall. We do not have the numbers here, but joining the military power of Orcrest's clan with Senchal's may prove to be strong enough. This, however, leads us to a dilemma."
Gallus rolled out a map of Elsweyr and weighed the curling corners down with whatever was on hand. He started by gesturing to their current position and Orcrest. "The journey must be done as quickly as possible as the current position is on borrowed time while Vile's scouts continue to search. However, sending messengers to Orcrest for a coordinated attack is not guaranteed due to those who have disappeared. We cannot leave this clan unguarded either, hidden as it is. So, if the fighters of this clan leave, the rest of the clan goes with them." Gallus slid his finger along an undrawn line between the coast and Orcrest, "We would like to discuss the possibility of an overland trek, migrating everyone."
Gallus did not expect the response to the proposal to be favourable, but Meesei had her arguments prepared.
"No, no, this one did not mean that," Tzirret corrected with one palm forward and facing the ground. He bent over, took La'khay's hand, and pulled her to her feet, before throwing himself against her. He wrapped his arms around her tightly and buried his face into her collar. He also made sure to keep their balance so they didn't fall. It took three gradual seconds for his brief mirth to be replaced by another release of emotion, tears flowed and muffled sadness sounded from Tzirret's hidden face.
It was not hopelessness and despair in Tzirret's sobbing this time, no crying for help or self-deprecation, no cowardice or depression. It was just as he had implied; saying goodbye. Not to La'khay as a friend, specifically, but to the extra feelings he had attached to her, as well as his fear of giving them up. It was a relief in his tears. He was letting go.
Though Gallus did not know the clan as intimately as the present lieutenants, he smiled to hear that Ra'kalesh was selected to be a new one. He was a wise alpha and an asset to them all.
When the meeting begun properly, Gallus paused to allow others to speak. When everyone else hesitated, he decided to start things off. "Very well...as we know, now, we have located Vile's stronghold in Pelletine. Likely disguised or otherwise well hidden. A base marked on our map near Corinthe. In order to recover this clan and secure the region, this base must fall. We do not have the numbers here, but joining the military power of Orcrest's clan with Senchal's may prove to be strong enough. This, however, leads us to a dilemma."
Gallus rolled out a map of Elsweyr and weighed the curling corners down with whatever was on hand. He started by gesturing to their current position and Orcrest. "The journey must be done as quickly as possible as the current position is on borrowed time while Vile's scouts continue to search. However, sending messengers to Orcrest for a coordinated attack is not guaranteed due to those who have disappeared. We cannot leave this clan unguarded either, hidden as it is. So, if the fighters of this clan leave, the rest of the clan goes with them." Gallus slid his finger along an undrawn line between the coast and Orcrest, "We would like to discuss the possibility of an overland trek, migrating everyone."
Gallus did not expect the response to the proposal to be favourable, but Meesei had her arguments prepared.
Tzirret looked down and nodded, letting out the rest of his breath. Without another word or tear, he dressed himself in front of La'khay and put the pendant in his pocket again. There were moments where he looked as if he was going to break down crying again, but he never did. He didn't even say anything else to La'khay as he began walking back towards the clan home with solemn determination. His limp was not quite as apparent, but his ankle was still slightly sore.
It was about halfway towards the clan that the tears flowed again from Tzirret's eyes. He kept his mouth clamped shut and did not sob, despite his uneven breathing. Again, he was trying to keep a brave face in front of La'khay. He didn't want to disappoint her, but it heart still hurt immensely. In an effort to look for a way to reduce the pain, he slowed to a stop and spoke, straining to keep his composure. He did not make eye contact with La'khay. "La'khay. Is it alright if this one could...hold you...just one more time?" Tzirret asked shakily, "He will not be leaving, but...Khajiit needs to say goodbye...and to say thank you."
Gallus pulled a smile and gave a nod to the gathered council as Ri'nakhad introduced them. He took the nearest vacant seat to Ri'nakhad, next to the large, tiger-like Pahmar-raht named Ra'jorr and placed his hands on the table. "Right, it is good to be here, and to finally meet you all." Gallus spoke professionally, "Have we all been brought up to date with what we discussed with Ri'nakhad last night?"
It was about halfway towards the clan that the tears flowed again from Tzirret's eyes. He kept his mouth clamped shut and did not sob, despite his uneven breathing. Again, he was trying to keep a brave face in front of La'khay. He didn't want to disappoint her, but it heart still hurt immensely. In an effort to look for a way to reduce the pain, he slowed to a stop and spoke, straining to keep his composure. He did not make eye contact with La'khay. "La'khay. Is it alright if this one could...hold you...just one more time?" Tzirret asked shakily, "He will not be leaving, but...Khajiit needs to say goodbye...and to say thank you."
Gallus pulled a smile and gave a nod to the gathered council as Ri'nakhad introduced them. He took the nearest vacant seat to Ri'nakhad, next to the large, tiger-like Pahmar-raht named Ra'jorr and placed his hands on the table. "Right, it is good to be here, and to finally meet you all." Gallus spoke professionally, "Have we all been brought up to date with what we discussed with Ri'nakhad last night?"
Sabine looked forward again in thought. As was usually the case when speaking intimately, she was quiet, "Hmm, there were times where it hurt, mostly at the start. Meesei says that is normal if you are nervous. There were times where it felt good, though. We could try again after I make this potion if you want. In our room, I think." Sabine reached her hand up and behind her to hook around Peiter's head, then brought him into a kiss that was passionate, but cut short by the strain it put on her neck.
Afterwards, Sabine smiled blissfully while staring at Peiter. "Thank you for listening to me. I took a while to...be ready, even here. I love you."
There were words in La'khay's response that forced Tzirret into reflection. He did not like what he saw, not one bit, but if La'khay's advice was encouraging him with anything, it was facing down his fears. He breathed through an open mouth and looked into space for a few silent moments, ears still flat. There was nothing else for it.
Tzirret brought his hand up to take the pendant and stood up onto his feet. He ran his thumb over the moon and was glad to find that the blemishes were only soil. He had not damaged it by throwing it to the ground. He closed his hand over the trinket, closed his mouth to swallow, and looked at La'khay with a mix of determination and fear. "If it will help, Tzirret will try," Tzirret said, clearly trying to look stronger than he felt, "He promises to keep the pendant until he finds someone."
Afterwards, Sabine smiled blissfully while staring at Peiter. "Thank you for listening to me. I took a while to...be ready, even here. I love you."
There were words in La'khay's response that forced Tzirret into reflection. He did not like what he saw, not one bit, but if La'khay's advice was encouraging him with anything, it was facing down his fears. He breathed through an open mouth and looked into space for a few silent moments, ears still flat. There was nothing else for it.
Tzirret brought his hand up to take the pendant and stood up onto his feet. He ran his thumb over the moon and was glad to find that the blemishes were only soil. He had not damaged it by throwing it to the ground. He closed his hand over the trinket, closed his mouth to swallow, and looked at La'khay with a mix of determination and fear. "If it will help, Tzirret will try," Tzirret said, clearly trying to look stronger than he felt, "He promises to keep the pendant until he finds someone."
Though the decision to bring her shoulder bag with her to the river was absentminded at the time, Sabine was glad that she had it with her. It meant that she didn't have to sprint back to the clan home and separate from Peiter for even a few minutes. From the point at which they began to kiss in the water to the present, she had been in a bliss that she wished would never end.
She smiled and let out a relaxed sigh as Peiter took her shoulders. She paused for a moment from cutting ingredients to turn her head slightly and respond. "'Dear'? That sounds like something and old couple says." She giggled and leaned back into Peiter, "Let's pick something else...'Love'?"
While Tzirret listened to the first part of La'khay's efforts to comfort and explain, he did not give any further reaction except to keep his eyes closed and continue crying softly. He had hoped that she would just give up and leave him be. To say the least, it came as a surprise to be taken by the shoulders and forced to face her.
Tzirret sat agape and overwhelmed at La'khay's speech. He had been shocked out of crying, but he didn't immediately know how to respond. She certainly had not left him many excuses.
Tzirret blinked, looked down at the pendant he had carved especially for La'khay, and sniffed. "All of this, it is made to sound easy," Tzirret said sullenly, "This one knows that he cannot be with La'khay, but whenever he tries to think of that fact, he cannot bear it." His eyes went from the pendant, back to La'khay, "What courage does Tzirret have for that? What must he do?"
In spite of Tzirret's tone seemingly holding little hope, the fact that he didn't deny his previous accomplishments was an unsaid sign of agreement, if a belligerent one.
She smiled and let out a relaxed sigh as Peiter took her shoulders. She paused for a moment from cutting ingredients to turn her head slightly and respond. "'Dear'? That sounds like something and old couple says." She giggled and leaned back into Peiter, "Let's pick something else...'Love'?"
While Tzirret listened to the first part of La'khay's efforts to comfort and explain, he did not give any further reaction except to keep his eyes closed and continue crying softly. He had hoped that she would just give up and leave him be. To say the least, it came as a surprise to be taken by the shoulders and forced to face her.
Tzirret sat agape and overwhelmed at La'khay's speech. He had been shocked out of crying, but he didn't immediately know how to respond. She certainly had not left him many excuses.
Tzirret blinked, looked down at the pendant he had carved especially for La'khay, and sniffed. "All of this, it is made to sound easy," Tzirret said sullenly, "This one knows that he cannot be with La'khay, but whenever he tries to think of that fact, he cannot bear it." His eyes went from the pendant, back to La'khay, "What courage does Tzirret have for that? What must he do?"
In spite of Tzirret's tone seemingly holding little hope, the fact that he didn't deny his previous accomplishments was an unsaid sign of agreement, if a belligerent one.
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