I think 'Fantastic' may land you in the same bucket as 'Fantasy,' but it's up to you decide definition.
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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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<Werds>
Extraordinary sounds like a decent domain. As for whether it is going to cause conflicts, I would rather see its development back to front: What kind of stuff are you intending to use it for, what would you like to do, how would it help you, and where won't it help you?
Slightly more knit-picky, I would personally consider the 'stunts' portfolio to possibly be expanded to aspirations, achievement, or heroism, but I don't know - that might be a bit broad. Still, it doesn't seem right for 'extraordinary feats' to be restricted to Evel Knievel. I reckon it could go to being representative of any action that makes people see it and think 'that's extraordinary!'
Also, Raka seems cool. I had a good laugh at the pictures you used for the different levels of dream logic. Very apt, heheh.
<Fibrelings>
Nary have I seen a creature so cute while at the same time being so creepy. That is a cool creature.
Just so they aren't justified in ganging up on and killing all of the white giants, I'll note that white giants are very predictable in their patrol patterns. I can see them being very easily avoided by wily fibrelings with how fast they can go.
On a lighter note...do these hairballs cough up cats? Are we on that level now?
Time for work. G'night!
For a while – perhaps almost ten seconds – Gallus stared Hiritus down with the same glare. His hesitation was the only indicator of prolonged thought.
"This isn't for fun, jester. If it were up to me, I would be the one truly deciding your fate." Gallus said with a grave tone, "If I were in charge, things would be different. You're nothing to me but a waste of time, just like the rest of the people in this clan, and that bitch snake breathing down my neck. You got anything else to say?"
Behind the facade, Gallus hoped that Hiritus would take the bait soon. Any more forcing the issue and he couldn't guarantee being able to hide his intentions.
Tzirret turned his head to Bheja, Qa'habi, and Ma'tanza when they answered. It was nice to hear that they would be coming along, even in spite of Bheja implying that he wanted to be on the front lines. Still, Tzirret didn't dwell on that right now.
"How are you all feeling about it?" Tzirret asked, "Have you been on marches or in battles before?"
"This isn't for fun, jester. If it were up to me, I would be the one truly deciding your fate." Gallus said with a grave tone, "If I were in charge, things would be different. You're nothing to me but a waste of time, just like the rest of the people in this clan, and that bitch snake breathing down my neck. You got anything else to say?"
Behind the facade, Gallus hoped that Hiritus would take the bait soon. Any more forcing the issue and he couldn't guarantee being able to hide his intentions.
Tzirret turned his head to Bheja, Qa'habi, and Ma'tanza when they answered. It was nice to hear that they would be coming along, even in spite of Bheja implying that he wanted to be on the front lines. Still, Tzirret didn't dwell on that right now.
"How are you all feeling about it?" Tzirret asked, "Have you been on marches or in battles before?"
Gallus entered the cell in the same way as he usually did. He opened the door swiftly such that it slammed against the frame that stopped its widest opening arc. His stride was quick enough that before Hiritus normally got to his senses, he would receive a rough kick to the side. Again, today was no exception.
"Wake up, jester," Gallus said firmly, before pacing the rest of the small cell and looking around. The way he paced indicated that he might have just been inspecting to see if Hiritus had changed anything, but the inspection seemed restless. Gallus' stern expression gave off that air as well.
"I bet you'd wish it were someone else that has to deal with you, day in and day out. I certainly do." Gallus said with scorn, "If it were up to me, I would be doing more productive things, but as you know, I'm just a pandering little dog, aren't I?" Gallus stopped and squat down opposite Hiritus, glaring at him closely. "Go on, give me an excuse like you always do. It'll only be worse until you give me good answers, you scum."
While he was normally quite, Tzirret had demonstrated comfort and participation in conversations with Ma'tanza's friendship group. However, meeting up as they usually did for breakfast, sitting closely next to Ma'tanza, found him unusually quiet again. It didn't seem to be because of anyone or their words, but he looked at his bread and ham thoughtfully as he slowly chewed.
There was the regular chatter and he responded when directly addressed, but it wasn't until a lengthy pause in the conversation that Tzirret looked up and spoke to everyone. His voice was low, but increased enough to hear as he continued. "Um...this one got his orders from Gallus this morning. He is to head out and fight in the lines with the warband when they leave." Tzirret's eyes looked slightly nervously to everyone's faces, lingering on Ma'tanza's, "Is anyone else also coming?"
"Wake up, jester," Gallus said firmly, before pacing the rest of the small cell and looking around. The way he paced indicated that he might have just been inspecting to see if Hiritus had changed anything, but the inspection seemed restless. Gallus' stern expression gave off that air as well.
"I bet you'd wish it were someone else that has to deal with you, day in and day out. I certainly do." Gallus said with scorn, "If it were up to me, I would be doing more productive things, but as you know, I'm just a pandering little dog, aren't I?" Gallus stopped and squat down opposite Hiritus, glaring at him closely. "Go on, give me an excuse like you always do. It'll only be worse until you give me good answers, you scum."
While he was normally quite, Tzirret had demonstrated comfort and participation in conversations with Ma'tanza's friendship group. However, meeting up as they usually did for breakfast, sitting closely next to Ma'tanza, found him unusually quiet again. It didn't seem to be because of anyone or their words, but he looked at his bread and ham thoughtfully as he slowly chewed.
There was the regular chatter and he responded when directly addressed, but it wasn't until a lengthy pause in the conversation that Tzirret looked up and spoke to everyone. His voice was low, but increased enough to hear as he continued. "Um...this one got his orders from Gallus this morning. He is to head out and fight in the lines with the warband when they leave." Tzirret's eyes looked slightly nervously to everyone's faces, lingering on Ma'tanza's, "Is anyone else also coming?"
I was brought over by Poog the Piggy person.
I wish to be a fire bird goddess thing, a being of poetic verse and quite the dancer, while serving to possibly fill the forges with flame. Will you accept me?
I think we're full on gods, so you'd have to settle for a hero or a demi-god. Check out the OP for what that entails.
<Spreadsheet>
Dear god, Kho! Please change the font colour to white when it has that red background!
(That's cool though. Do you reckon you could copy/paste that into a google doc that we can view but not edit? Might be useful for reference ;) )
Posted to give something to speak about while we skip to the hideout. I guess you could get started now, Zeroth.
"Woah!" Kyang's eyes widened and a her mouth tensed down into a sharp frown as her hand shot out to save the stack of bowls from falling over. It was a relief that she only needed to hover her hand rather than catch the precarious tower. She let out an uneasy laugh as Torako stood up from her seat.
It was with reluctance that Kyang stepped away from the table to follow Liu out of the restaurant. If only for any stiff breeze likely wreaking havoc on half the restaurant's crockery. "Right...it's going to be a long walk. We shouldn't waste any more time."
When Liu looked behind, he would not be worried to find Kyang missing. Kyang returned his look with a frown and asked a question as they headed out. "So, I guess fire-head isn't coming along after all, huh? How do you think his duel will go? What will it mean if he wins?"
Kyang didn't want the trip to take too long, but she was curious if the town would suffer. It would be a shame if it did; she liked it here.
It was with reluctance that Kyang stepped away from the table to follow Liu out of the restaurant. If only for any stiff breeze likely wreaking havoc on half the restaurant's crockery. "Right...it's going to be a long walk. We shouldn't waste any more time."
When Liu looked behind, he would not be worried to find Kyang missing. Kyang returned his look with a frown and asked a question as they headed out. "So, I guess fire-head isn't coming along after all, huh? How do you think his duel will go? What will it mean if he wins?"
Kyang didn't want the trip to take too long, but she was curious if the town would suffer. It would be a shame if it did; she liked it here.
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