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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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Gallus angled his head and furrowed his brow, looking at the floor. "I actually think I might need a bit more clarity on that plan, for what you have in mind, more specifically." Gallus itched at his chin, then looked to Meesei, waving his hands to pantomime the steps. "So, I try to aggressively question him, goad his taunts, feign offence, beat him, he thinks he's in my head...what then?" Gallus lifted a hand, palm up, "Are we trying to make him feel like he is in control and slip up with his information? Are we to allow him to try and turn me? I just want to make sure."
Irenya could have been talking about a great number of features about Elsweyr or the clans they had come across, but Fendros wasn't entirely certain of the specifics. There must have been a profound event to turn Irenya's deep seated opinions around.
Fendros slowly sat back and held his hands together, still and patient. When it seemed like Irenya wasn't going to elaborate, he angled his head forward slightly and spoke in an attempt at encouragement. "How so?"
Irenya could have been talking about a great number of features about Elsweyr or the clans they had come across, but Fendros wasn't entirely certain of the specifics. There must have been a profound event to turn Irenya's deep seated opinions around.
Fendros slowly sat back and held his hands together, still and patient. When it seemed like Irenya wasn't going to elaborate, he angled his head forward slightly and spoke in an attempt at encouragement. "How so?"
Gallus remained stone faced through Dar-tzesa's retort. The relief may have allowed her to be defiant, but the nature of her torture may make her regret her words. Gallus was just glad that he didn't have to inflict the torture directly. Once she was done, he simply pocketed the potion, stood up with a sad smile, and then responded quietly. "I'll let you think further on my offer. Call out when you're ready to talk."
Without acknowledging anything else from Dar-tzesa's mouth, Gallus turned and walked out again, closing the cell behind him and huddling with Meesei and Ri'vashi. "Well, perhaps she isn't broken by her pain yet, but it's still affecting her. No matter if she has accepted death, she'll likely appreciate the potion more after the pain returns." Gallus turned his head to the closed cell, "I just fear that this might take a while." Gallus thought for a moment while inhaling a deep breath, "Either we leave her to stew and try another prisoner for now, or..." Gallus peered to Meesei, "...you try something more forceful."
Fendros was willing to accept that Irenya would not truly know the wishes of his ancestors like a priest would. To that, he shrugged. Her partial explanation of her changing her mind on the matter of his relationship with Ahnasha, however, left him curious.
"Can I ask what changed?" Fendros said curiously, leaning more forward slightly. He tried as best as he could to not sound disapproving or suspicious, but he doubted that there was much that could be done to prevent Irenya being defensive about it if the matter was sensitive.
Without acknowledging anything else from Dar-tzesa's mouth, Gallus turned and walked out again, closing the cell behind him and huddling with Meesei and Ri'vashi. "Well, perhaps she isn't broken by her pain yet, but it's still affecting her. No matter if she has accepted death, she'll likely appreciate the potion more after the pain returns." Gallus turned his head to the closed cell, "I just fear that this might take a while." Gallus thought for a moment while inhaling a deep breath, "Either we leave her to stew and try another prisoner for now, or..." Gallus peered to Meesei, "...you try something more forceful."
Fendros was willing to accept that Irenya would not truly know the wishes of his ancestors like a priest would. To that, he shrugged. Her partial explanation of her changing her mind on the matter of his relationship with Ahnasha, however, left him curious.
"Can I ask what changed?" Fendros said curiously, leaning more forward slightly. He tried as best as he could to not sound disapproving or suspicious, but he doubted that there was much that could be done to prevent Irenya being defensive about it if the matter was sensitive.
<Snipped quote by Muttonhawk>
I weep for the soul of the world. You have failed me young one, you have fauled.
That is a HidoKhon
But if I have fauled, how will you giga drill break?
/me lends life force to Kho's spirit bomb.
"Let's make it a little better first, Dar-tzesa," Gallus said softly, his lips hinting at a smile. He removed the cork from the potion he held and brought the bottle up to Dar-tzesa's lips. To make sure he was in control, he took Dar-tzesa's jaw with his other hand so she didn't lash out. Dar-tzesa was fed only a sip of the potion.
Gallus spoke on when he brought his arms back and replaced the cork on the potion bottle. "That'll stop the pain for a minute or so, maybe more. Just like I said, any more satisfactory answers will reward you with more relief, so let's keep going." Gallus leaned his arms over his forward knee, "I'll let you decide which question to answer first. What are the names of your companions that you arrived with? What did you plan to accomplish by posing as the champion of Hircine?"
Again, Fendros was pleasantly surprised at the apparent support from Irenya. His confused face was replaced by one of realisation and hope. "You think we could do that?" he asked, his mouth curling into an excited grin, "This is beginning to sound far more possible." Fendros looked forward again, exhaled and closed his mouth, feeling a little overwhelmed.
Unfortunately, Fendros' smile faded as another aspect of his reality came about, "Wait...Irenya..." His eyes turned to look at Irenya from one side, "Finding an accepting Tribunal priest is one thing, but are you sure that my ancestors aren't going to be offended no matter how the ceremony takes place?" Fendros gestured to Irenya loosely, "Even you...I don't know why you seem to have changed your mind, but you seemed to have trouble accepting Ahnasha the last time we spoke of this."
Gallus spoke on when he brought his arms back and replaced the cork on the potion bottle. "That'll stop the pain for a minute or so, maybe more. Just like I said, any more satisfactory answers will reward you with more relief, so let's keep going." Gallus leaned his arms over his forward knee, "I'll let you decide which question to answer first. What are the names of your companions that you arrived with? What did you plan to accomplish by posing as the champion of Hircine?"
Again, Fendros was pleasantly surprised at the apparent support from Irenya. His confused face was replaced by one of realisation and hope. "You think we could do that?" he asked, his mouth curling into an excited grin, "This is beginning to sound far more possible." Fendros looked forward again, exhaled and closed his mouth, feeling a little overwhelmed.
Unfortunately, Fendros' smile faded as another aspect of his reality came about, "Wait...Irenya..." His eyes turned to look at Irenya from one side, "Finding an accepting Tribunal priest is one thing, but are you sure that my ancestors aren't going to be offended no matter how the ceremony takes place?" Fendros gestured to Irenya loosely, "Even you...I don't know why you seem to have changed your mind, but you seemed to have trouble accepting Ahnasha the last time we spoke of this."
Oooh, now we have some real Lovecraftian stashes in this universe. I like it!
I was waiting for Jvan's contribution before making another post myself and was not disappointed. I'm pretty sure those little details you put in is going to cause Toun to crack his eye open properly and commit to his aforementioned alignment.
I only regret that I have to sleep now :(
I was waiting for Jvan's contribution before making another post myself and was not disappointed. I'm pretty sure those little details you put in is going to cause Toun to crack his eye open properly and commit to his aforementioned alignment.
I only regret that I have to sleep now :(
@Frettzo I'm having trouble imagining how Rottenbone would even make a demi-god...
Well, if anyone follows Ull'Yang's example, it'll involve fists.
I'm going out for tonight, I'll call it a night here. G'night!
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