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He gave that ability to all of the Hain except Toun's slaves.
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I know Toun doesn't much care, but thanks for showing the hain a bone, Vestec!
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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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I know Toun doesn't much care, but thanks for showing the hain a bone, Vestec!
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It really is
Edit: Speaking of songs, how does this sound for the Lif vs. Grot fight?
youtube.com/watch?v=Eco5QNfpbIw
Too heavy?
Consider this.
@Rtron, did you just hand the hain in your army a weapon that could potentially neutralise their disadvantage in physical strength? A few fun things could happen with that.
Not a piece of writing, but I ran across one more thing for Slough week.
Gallus snorted and was about to make a sarcastic remark to Hiritus' request for clarification, but Hiritus seemed content in continuing to talk without a pause. As for his comment on cannibalism, Gallus raised an eyebrow. He had normalised the practice, having grown up around it, but he understood the sensitivities of non-lycans around the topic. With a half-grin, though, he saw no reason to be sensitive here.
"What? Are you sure you knew the origins of every piece of meat you ate there?" He teased. With a short chuckle, he took a bite of his own portion, "If it makes you feel any better, this stuff doesn't taste like a humanoid."
Gallus then rolled up the map and put it away. They would not be building a fire in order to remain hidden, but someone from the Orcrest clan taught him a trick when in rocky desert terrain: The heat of the sun stays in the rocks longer than in the sand or the air. They could construct - admittedly uncomfortable - cots out of the rocks to hold out in the night without freezing. It was better than lugging around a tent for the entire trek.
Gallus began shifting rocks until they were in a loop that would hold his form for the night while he spoke. "You keep giving criticisms about living amongst the clan. Apart from that affection you got from La'tahne, was there anything you actually enjoyed?"
Much like what Jo'rashaad had mentioned, Fendros couldn't immediately think of what to say to help their situation. He simply gave an understanding nod. Perhaps it might help to share his own experiences later, but there were other things to talk about right now.
"Right, we had the same debate amongst ourselves," Fendros answered, "We have responsibility for the children, but Meesei also has as much responsibility to all of us, so we have to assist her as her pack." Fendros managed a smile and ruffled the top of Rhazii's head, "I hope they won't be too much trouble. You won't give Jo'rashaad, S'ajira, and Ciinriel a hard time, won't you, little one?"
Rhazii, still with the end of his tail in his mouth, turned his head around to look at Fendros with a mix of curiosity and understanding. He shook his head in an exaggerated manner, as toddlers did, but did not speak beyond a muffled "Nuh-uh."
Fendros looked to Jo'rashaad again and took a breath. "There is something else I wanted to ask you, though. Don't tell Ahnasha I asked, but..." Fendros glanced away for only a moment, biting his cheek and bringing the words to mind, "...I have been thinking about things. I have been reminded of a few spiritual aspects that I feel I should look at and...well..." Fendros' eyes met Jo'rashaad's with a sideways look, "Are there any culturally particular ways that Khajiit marry or propose?"
"What? Are you sure you knew the origins of every piece of meat you ate there?" He teased. With a short chuckle, he took a bite of his own portion, "If it makes you feel any better, this stuff doesn't taste like a humanoid."
Gallus then rolled up the map and put it away. They would not be building a fire in order to remain hidden, but someone from the Orcrest clan taught him a trick when in rocky desert terrain: The heat of the sun stays in the rocks longer than in the sand or the air. They could construct - admittedly uncomfortable - cots out of the rocks to hold out in the night without freezing. It was better than lugging around a tent for the entire trek.
Gallus began shifting rocks until they were in a loop that would hold his form for the night while he spoke. "You keep giving criticisms about living amongst the clan. Apart from that affection you got from La'tahne, was there anything you actually enjoyed?"
Much like what Jo'rashaad had mentioned, Fendros couldn't immediately think of what to say to help their situation. He simply gave an understanding nod. Perhaps it might help to share his own experiences later, but there were other things to talk about right now.
"Right, we had the same debate amongst ourselves," Fendros answered, "We have responsibility for the children, but Meesei also has as much responsibility to all of us, so we have to assist her as her pack." Fendros managed a smile and ruffled the top of Rhazii's head, "I hope they won't be too much trouble. You won't give Jo'rashaad, S'ajira, and Ciinriel a hard time, won't you, little one?"
Rhazii, still with the end of his tail in his mouth, turned his head around to look at Fendros with a mix of curiosity and understanding. He shook his head in an exaggerated manner, as toddlers did, but did not speak beyond a muffled "Nuh-uh."
Fendros looked to Jo'rashaad again and took a breath. "There is something else I wanted to ask you, though. Don't tell Ahnasha I asked, but..." Fendros glanced away for only a moment, biting his cheek and bringing the words to mind, "...I have been thinking about things. I have been reminded of a few spiritual aspects that I feel I should look at and...well..." Fendros' eyes met Jo'rashaad's with a sideways look, "Are there any culturally particular ways that Khajiit marry or propose?"
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Which is why I thought of the Servant-intellect, it has no self-preservation, but is capable of maintaining itself at the whims of its master.
I guess it could work as a category if we need it.
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I feel like there should be a third definition of intelligent thought.
Somewhere in between non-sentient and sentient, there should be a servant intellect where the creature doesn't exist for itself, or has any type of self-awareness, but rather functions under a god's whim. For example, Toun's Fortress, or the Muses (in a very technical manner.)
I know this is really a nitpick on wording but it becomes a little iffy to put something like that between sentient and non-sentient life categories as if there is a sliding scale. A servant intellect would be a removed category from both, because it is missing categories from both.
For one instance, a sentient creature and a non-sentient creature both have a self-preservation instinct. Cornerstone does not.
Really it's a stretch to say that Cornerstone has any intelligence. It would be like saying a stalagmite has intelligence because it builds upon itself.
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I don't see any problem with it. I think the idea of it repairing itself is fascinating. Does that make it, technically, a 'living' organism?
Depends on your definition of life.
It doesn't consume or defecate, it doesn't respire, it doesn't evolve or even reproduce, and it doesn't have intelligence of any kind except the imperative to replenish itself and to be a conduit for Toun's influence.
Take that how you will.
Added the Cornerstone creation sheet to my character post. Let me know if there are any questions or concerns.
I use the buttons for quotes and mentions, as well as ctrl-b and ctrl-i, but everything else I type. Judicious use of ctrl-v and ctrl-c are also my thing. I just came across that link when I was trying to find an appropriate colour for Toun's speech. PaleGoldenrod seemed appropriate.
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