Wait, yeah, crap. For some reason I thought it was a day. I'll edit real quick.
EDIT: Done. Sorry, I've been a scatterbrained this morning.
EDIT: Done. Sorry, I've been a scatterbrained this morning.
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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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I had meant to do this scene between Kaleeth and Janius earlier, but I had forgotten until now. If you wanted to initiate another scene in parallel between other characters, then go ahead, but this doesn't need to take too long for now.
"Now it's feeling a bit less easy. That's good." Gallus smiled and clapped his hands together, "Let's carry this out at first light. Until then, everyone, good evening."
Gallus turned and walked off as the meeting adjourned. He could still see a few minor hiccups that could possibly affect the plan, but nothing that had great enough likelihood to address. Only time would tell if it would work.
That night, once the sun had gone down and almost everyone had retired to their beds, Janius laid with Kaleeth in his arms, who in turn held onto a peacefully sleeping Newt. Janius had walked the day after the sandstorm with endless questions about the scratches and bite marks on his skin inflicted from before. He had managed to play it off as Leaps-On-Elves feeling too playful that morning. Though, the truth was that he and Kaleeth did have to use the rope after a while.
It was a new experience, to say the least. Janius wasn't sure how he felt about it just yet. Due to how tiring it was, the speed at which camp was broken in the morning, and the lack of privacy during the day, they had not really had time to talk about it properly. He had been meaning to address it later, but he never really got around to it until now, a week later.
"Kaleeth, love," Janius whispered so as not to wake Newt, "About that night, the sandstorm. How are you feeling?"
Gallus turned and walked off as the meeting adjourned. He could still see a few minor hiccups that could possibly affect the plan, but nothing that had great enough likelihood to address. Only time would tell if it would work.
That night, once the sun had gone down and almost everyone had retired to their beds, Janius laid with Kaleeth in his arms, who in turn held onto a peacefully sleeping Newt. Janius had walked the day after the sandstorm with endless questions about the scratches and bite marks on his skin inflicted from before. He had managed to play it off as Leaps-On-Elves feeling too playful that morning. Though, the truth was that he and Kaleeth did have to use the rope after a while.
It was a new experience, to say the least. Janius wasn't sure how he felt about it just yet. Due to how tiring it was, the speed at which camp was broken in the morning, and the lack of privacy during the day, they had not really had time to talk about it properly. He had been meaning to address it later, but he never really got around to it until now, a week later.
"Kaleeth, love," Janius whispered so as not to wake Newt, "About that night, the sandstorm. How are you feeling?"
"If I'm honest, I don't believe there is any way to guarantee secrecy when we tell everyone." Gallus remarked, "If we must let the people know, we should try to do so as late as possible, and as few people as possible, if we can. That still leaves the chance that the soldiers will catch wind of this, but it will be a the smallest chance we can allow."
Before anyone could respond, Gallus breathed in with another thought. "Ra'jorr," he looked to the pahmar, "we might try sending some warriors sparsely ahead, spread them out to those nearest to the soldiers in the morning. If they are unarmed and unarmoured, they can slip by unnoticed to spread the word quietly. Do you believe that would work?"
Before anyone could respond, Gallus breathed in with another thought. "Ra'jorr," he looked to the pahmar, "we might try sending some warriors sparsely ahead, spread them out to those nearest to the soldiers in the morning. If they are unarmed and unarmoured, they can slip by unnoticed to spread the word quietly. Do you believe that would work?"
Heading to work now. G'night!
"I cannot see that being too complicated," Gallus extended a hand with his fingers pointed down and gestured in a small circle, "We gather them up, tell them there's an announcement they need to hear, we make sure to clear the area around their camp of any potential hostages, sidle up with a force, draw weapons, and tell them to discard theirs. We have the numbers, I don't think any of them are lacking in intelligence enough to try anything." Gallus turned his hand up, "Really, the nuance will be in convincing them to leave. If they try to pull rank or exercise some kind of authority — threaten us, even, well...the silent treatment ought to communicate how much that matters."
Gallus turned slightly and laughed softly to himself. He put his hands behind his back and stared up into the dimming sky. "Now it's beginning to sound too easy." He turned his head to Meesei and Ri'nakhad, asking a question that was far from rhetorical, "What is going to go wrong here?"
Gallus turned slightly and laughed softly to himself. He put his hands behind his back and stared up into the dimming sky. "Now it's beginning to sound too easy." He turned his head to Meesei and Ri'nakhad, asking a question that was far from rhetorical, "What is going to go wrong here?"
Gallus brought palm hand over his mouth and tapped one cheek with his fingers. He seemed in agreement to go through with the confrontation in the morning, but he was dubious about Meesei's assumption that the right words would absolve the clan of some ramifications. He took about half a minute before his slid his hand down to reveal his mouth and talk.
"At this point, we have already committed to being marked by the Dominion as criminals. I do not believe they would see us expelling these people as anything less than coercion under threat of death." Gallus lowered his hand to rest on the top of his hammer again, "Unless we actually commit to killing one, our desire to not kill them will be implied by letting them go. They will have to take that as it is. As for the words?" Gallus brought his hands behind his back, "The best I can think of is to lie. In that scenario, we may tell them that we are going on an important detour before heading to Orcrest that cannot wait, but we do not have the food and water to accommodate them during that time. We could promise, then, to meet them at the city. It might even buy us some more time that way if they decide to blindly send out a lucky search party."
After a second, Gallus tilted his head, "Although, if we would prefer honesty, we should just be upfront; we're not going to Orcrest, we need you to leave, that is all, ta-ta." Gallus lifted one hand and curled his fingers in a friendly wave. "Of course, in either case, we would have to surround them and confiscate the food and water they might still have on hand, save for what they would need."
"At this point, we have already committed to being marked by the Dominion as criminals. I do not believe they would see us expelling these people as anything less than coercion under threat of death." Gallus lowered his hand to rest on the top of his hammer again, "Unless we actually commit to killing one, our desire to not kill them will be implied by letting them go. They will have to take that as it is. As for the words?" Gallus brought his hands behind his back, "The best I can think of is to lie. In that scenario, we may tell them that we are going on an important detour before heading to Orcrest that cannot wait, but we do not have the food and water to accommodate them during that time. We could promise, then, to meet them at the city. It might even buy us some more time that way if they decide to blindly send out a lucky search party."
After a second, Gallus tilted his head, "Although, if we would prefer honesty, we should just be upfront; we're not going to Orcrest, we need you to leave, that is all, ta-ta." Gallus lifted one hand and curled his fingers in a friendly wave. "Of course, in either case, we would have to surround them and confiscate the food and water they might still have on hand, save for what they would need."
Gallus actually gave a snort, "You mean apart from everything that the Thalmor agent mentioned when they joined us? No, I do not believe so, although..." Gallus trailed off as he looked around the camp, "They have been joining some prides for meals over the past few days, where they are not on watch. I just hope that no one has become too attached...or let their tongue slip."
With a shake of his head, Gallus decided that it would not be an issue. What mattered was that the soldiers did not know what was going to happen today. "Anyway, they have not been hoarding water or anything, so I do not believe they would be able to do anything even if they knew."
The soldiers themselves were grooming their horses and setting up tents as usual. Apart from one of them, who was sitting with another pride for a meal, they were all gathered together.
"We ought to tell that straggler that we have an announcement to give him and all of his friends," Gallus added.
With a shake of his head, Gallus decided that it would not be an issue. What mattered was that the soldiers did not know what was going to happen today. "Anyway, they have not been hoarding water or anything, so I do not believe they would be able to do anything even if they knew."
The soldiers themselves were grooming their horses and setting up tents as usual. Apart from one of them, who was sitting with another pride for a meal, they were all gathered together.
"We ought to tell that straggler that we have an announcement to give him and all of his friends," Gallus added.
Unless there is anything else you would like to play out, we could skip forward if you like.
"Ah, that is right," Sabine said with a nod.
Sabine looked up, holding her dagger by the flat of the blade and tapping the handle against her other palm. She was thinking about how to begin when Peiter asked about the dagger. To his concerns, she smiled and let out a small laugh through her nose. "Probably both of us," she responded, "I will need to demonstrate for you, and then you will have to try. Do not worry, I will make sure it does not hurt."
Once she knew how to give a recap, Sabine explained to Peiter how the life force inside one's body reflected its physicality and could be observed with magicka. With properly placed restoration magic, a mage may manipulate and energise one's life force to heal their wounds more swiftly, though they must understand how the local body part works to heal it most efficiently. The first practical part of the lesson was having Peiter inspect Sabine's hand before and during a cut she placed on her palm and the treatment of it. Soon enough, they moved to inspecting Peiter's hand so he could try. His techniques were less refined, so the healing took longer and left a small scar. However, true to her word, Sabine numbed his hand during the lesson. Healing with the distraction of pain required more practice.
Tzirret's grip on Ma'tanza's hand loosened when he listened. There was still a possibility that Ma'tanza would be ordered to fight, but for now, Tzirret felt as though he could relax. "It sounds like S'nishi will be fine, then," Tzirret commented. In proper response to Ma'tanza's decision, Tzirret brought his other hand to hold Ma'tanza's hand as well gave it another short squeeze, and then looked to Ma'tanza gratefully. "Thank you for listening to this one."
Sabine looked up, holding her dagger by the flat of the blade and tapping the handle against her other palm. She was thinking about how to begin when Peiter asked about the dagger. To his concerns, she smiled and let out a small laugh through her nose. "Probably both of us," she responded, "I will need to demonstrate for you, and then you will have to try. Do not worry, I will make sure it does not hurt."
Once she knew how to give a recap, Sabine explained to Peiter how the life force inside one's body reflected its physicality and could be observed with magicka. With properly placed restoration magic, a mage may manipulate and energise one's life force to heal their wounds more swiftly, though they must understand how the local body part works to heal it most efficiently. The first practical part of the lesson was having Peiter inspect Sabine's hand before and during a cut she placed on her palm and the treatment of it. Soon enough, they moved to inspecting Peiter's hand so he could try. His techniques were less refined, so the healing took longer and left a small scar. However, true to her word, Sabine numbed his hand during the lesson. Healing with the distraction of pain required more practice.
Tzirret's grip on Ma'tanza's hand loosened when he listened. There was still a possibility that Ma'tanza would be ordered to fight, but for now, Tzirret felt as though he could relax. "It sounds like S'nishi will be fine, then," Tzirret commented. In proper response to Ma'tanza's decision, Tzirret brought his other hand to hold Ma'tanza's hand as well gave it another short squeeze, and then looked to Ma'tanza gratefully. "Thank you for listening to this one."
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