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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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Gallus did not hesitate to resume their trek when Hiritus stood up. The information he was getting was better than he had reasonably expected. Hopefully it would continue.

"The Argonian, hm," Gallus began to comment, somewhat darkly, "The last I heard of her, she was begging for her son's life. She's probably dead by now, yes. Rather tragic." Gallus sniffed in a quick breath, not betraying any other previous events. "Funny thing is, infecting him with lycanthropy might have cured him. Lycans don't get sick. I wonder what she would have done if she knew that?"

Gallus had no interest in hearing about whatever cure that Vile's followers had managed to find. He knew that cures existed, but not what they were. He only knew that it was an incredibly harrowing process. Some rumours even suggested having to physically fight a manifestation one's own beast spirit.

"So, I am guessing you've been to that fortress then," Gallus continued, "What makes Do'rhajul's defence so strong, exactly? How many people are there?" Gallus furrowed his brow, "And does the Dominion mind that you have a garrisoned stronghold near a major city?"
Sounds good to me! Thanks for being cool with it.
These shapeshifters are seeming like the race with the default monopoly on assassins. Seems like they've got all bases covered versus sentients.

Are you sure there's no accessible way to out them if you aren't a magic wielder powerful enough to suck out magic from the air? Normally shapeshifting creatures like that have some little arbitrary weakness, like an allergy to salt or something.
@Muttonhawk this may have been answered somewhere already but...do hain lay eggs?


I read your OP, Kho. Read my creation sheet, gerd dermit!
<siphon stuff>


Okay, so they're feeding off their own souls? I guess that makes sense. In that case, there can probably be changes to the constraints.

The way I had the white giants set up was to pick up energy by siphoning naturally occurring magic. The idea was that the siphon itself had to be big, which is why their torsos are so bulky. In addition, the siphons were unstable; any breach in the thick shell around them would cause a burst of wild magic to fly everywhere and destroy the siphon, effectively killing the giant. The upside is that Toun's design of the siphon doesn't wear out.

I expect that if mortals want to learn to build golems, a similar technique would be used and the knowledge would come primarily from Toun if they didn't work it out for themselves by dangerous trial and error.

I also expect that when things come to fisticuffs that Toun may refine the design for use in better war constructs.

The only real concern I had was the size (I got the impression that your cool dudes were about the size of humans) and the casing for the siphon. The first point can be contrived away due to using soul sparks instead of magic, but a solid blow that puts a crack in the ice of the chest would mean a very swift death.
Hey @Legion02, I don't really want to take ownership of the concept, but just to make sure, could you give me your interpretation of how magical siphons work?

I feel like it sound be fleshed out a bit because I had an idea in my mind about their constraints that might run into a bit of trouble with your ice dudes.
Gallus simply lifted his upper lip on one side and let out a distainful breath. He intended to continue his persona as consistently as possible, attitude included.

As for the people Hiritus mentioned, there wasn't much that Gallus could immediately interpret from the information. He remembered hearing about Sabine having a sister who was also an alchemist, but that was all the way in Black Marsh from what he understood. The shipping clerk and the other alchemist had Gallus drawing blanks. Perhaps Meesei would know more?

"The clan is still planning to mobilise its forces, but not without caution and not for the destination they were originally headed, necessarily." Gallus said. Hiritus was going to die anyway, so he wasn't too reluctant to share. "They'll be marching within a few days, depending on the the reports of scouts they sent out. They are going to be marching on the stronghold near to Corinthe. They believe it is a headquarters of sorts and intend to besiege and assault it." Gallus bowed his head and exhaled with frustration, "The plan was not very thorough. I was not happy with such a rash decision. Of course, there might be further delay now that the champion is dead."

Perhaps a little abruptly, Gallus tried to shift the conversation back to Hiritus' side. "What's this Do'rhajul character like, anyway? Is it true that he's a lycan himself?"


time to celebrate boys


I don't know when I'll get my next post up, because I am really busy, but just letting you guys know that Toun will be doing some massive earthmoving in his next set of actions.

There's still plenty of blank space on that there map we've got.
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Really? Thanks!

Ugh, I just wrote three collabs in a row, guys. Do you realize what that does to a person? My head is spinning and Titanpad has become my immortal enemy


I predict that you'll be dreaming in written words tonight. It's happened to me before, it's weird.
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