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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
xxx
P.S. Not having breakfast can make you weary. That's for sure!
Michael Leunig. The Curly Pyjama Letters.

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There's a what in the what now?


Toun left one in there when he first created them. However, perhaps the nature of the valley has made him just a big cuddly idiot by this point. If not, it wouldn't take much effort to alter it or otherwise neutralise the threat.
I'm about halfway through the post, so I apologise if this has already happened, but I vote that the birth event turns the firewind desert into a red desert full of iron oxides due to Vulamera's blood. It could be a cool symbol.
Cool.
Say, what ever happened to that one white giant that Toun left in the Valley of Peace?
I'm tempted to start another quick scene back in the clanhome between Jo'rashaad and Fendros. Is Fendros with Meesei trailing Gallus and Hiritus? I can't remember.
"Well, the events down south were rather bloody. In fact it was the reason that the champion came south in the first place." Gallus recalled for the sake of sounding like he wasn't secretly interrogating. "A large force descended upon a clan in the Tenmar forest near to Senchal with this gas that forced lycans to transform back out of their beast forms. Most of the clan was killed or captured, with a minority scattered." Gallus decided not to go too in depth, especially since he was interrupted by Hiritus stopping and sitting.

"Wet your mouth, only take a sip," Gallus said as he stopped and handed Hiritus a waterskin, "With the pace we're going, the last thing we need is to run out of water. You've got five minutes to catch your breath."

While Hiritus drank, Gallus stayed standing and surveyed their surroundings. There were still no signs of backup. Regardless, even though it made sense for Hiritus' knowledge to be limited regarding the plans of the enemy, Gallus was most curious about this grand plan. "You said specific people? That seems a bit odd. What do you mean by specific? Do they share something in common?"
There were a number of points of inquiry that Gallus wanted to pursue with Hiritus' words. He wished he could just line up his questions clearly and upfront, but the challenge of hiding his true intentions was ever-present.

"Huh, I thought so," Gallus commented, "A similar thing was tried up at Bruma, if I remember correctly. It was a bit more rushed, though. Didn't work out too well."

After a quick pause, Gallus decided to pursue what was probably the most important point. "But this general, Do'rhajul. He's the one people are saying are a lycan, right? You make it sound like he has some kind of secret weapon or gambit to take the clan home. Is it that gas they used down south?"
@BBeast@Muttonhawk Do you reckon that hain will eventually evolve another pair of eyes/have one of their pair of eyes move into a more advantageous position?


From a Darwinistic point of view, that would depend on how many of them die to predators because of their blind spots.

I'm of the opinion that their field of vision is pretty good as it is. Like birds, they just turn their heads if they want to look at something close in front of themselves.

EDIT: @BBeast, your header is showing up fine for me.
Despite the relative darkness beyond, Kyang narrowed her eyes as she peered down the stairs to the apparent hideout. Those gold statues were nothing if not ostentatious, especially in the home of bandits. Kyang figured they must either be too big to fence or secured to the floor so they don't get nabbed. It was the only way it made sense in Kyang's first impressions.

Regardless, it was just a straight corridor for now. Unless they would have their escape cut off by bandits behind them, it didn't seem especially risky to head forward. Taking the initiative ahead of the others, Kyang carefully stepped out in front and lead the way, glaive held forward for any enemies ahead.

"Seems a bit...fancier than I expected," Kyang commented quietly. "Just shout out if anyone comes up behind us, alright Torako?"

Kyang continued pacing onwards carefully until the next detail of note made itself apparent.
Gallus readjusted the sack of supplies over his shoulder and followed behind Hiritus as they walked. "The wind..." Gallus realised something, looking to the ground as he pondered. He responded quickly and seriously, "We're heading upwind. We should turn our heading north-west for a while, otherwise they'll just sniff us out." If he was really on the run, Gallus would have offered the same advice as well. He had no doubt that Meesei was doing a good job of keeping track of them anyway, but he hoped that the point would solidify Hiritus' trust.

During their journeying, Gallus was not content staying silent. He continued to ask questions under the guise of conversation. "So, jester. What have we got to look forward to when we find your...cell, as you call it? Will it matter that your previous mission was interrupted?" Gallus began to sound contemplative, "Unless, somehow, you knew Meesei was coming and killing her was your mission all along. In that case, having a Meesei look-alike wouldn't make an awful lot of sense."
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