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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 pressed his hand over Hiritus' throat to make sure he couldn't scream, but it didn't appear as though he had the opportunity. Hot blood seeped between Gallus' fingers as the life left Hiritus' eyes. He wasn't paying attention when Meesei arrived, as evidenced by his head shooting up from his execution quickly when they were a short distance away.
By the time Meesei spoke, Gallus was wiping the blood from his dagger and hands. He looked incredibly tired, even with the dim light shading his face. "Right." He began without making eye contact with Meesei, "I coaxed out about as much as I thought he knew. Their cells keep information withheld where it isn't needed, so he didn't know as much as I would have liked, but there were some useful points."
Standing up straight and lifting his head to look at Meesei, he sheathed his dagger and continued. "The infiltrators were based out of a safehouse to the north of Orcrest, a farmhouse on the outskirts. Their original plan was much the same as we suspected; gather up all of the military might, march out forcefully for long enough to exhaust them, ambush them, and then move on to the stronghold to wipe out the rest. Dar-tzesa was..." Gallus paused to sigh quietly, "...Not a devotee of Vile, she was just a desperate woman they made a deal with to pose as you."
Gallus did not dwell on it for too long. He moved on to wider matters. "The stronghold at Corinthe is positioned in such a way as to be hidden from the Dominion, so we at least shouldn't have to worry about antagonising them by attacking it. It is well stocked and garrisoned, from what I interpreted, but it was apparently never meant to be a secret from us for too long. It has been fortified specifically to repel lycans. The general himself is named Do'rhajul. He is indeed a Cathey-raht werewolf...however, they apparently have access to lycanthropy cures. I don't know the nature of them, but Hiritus here saw one take place with his own eyes, if he is to be believed." Gallus looked at the blood pooling through the stones, "He seemed very insistent that I pursue a cure myself."
Gallus looked up again, putting a fist to his hip, "More concerning are the other things he mentioned. Vile has apparently been assigning kidnappings of specific people from all over Tamriel. He didn't know what they were for, or anything else about it, really, except that his targets were a shipping clerk and a pair of alchemists. At first I thought of Sabine's sister, but does she even live in Elsweyr? She's an alchemist, right?"
Regardless of Meesei's answer, Gallus continued, "There is also talk of a 'culling'. Vile's end game is to harvest all the lycan souls on Tamriel. Eradicating them all. He was not privy to the details of the grand plan they are to enact, though the rumours he had heard made it sound robust and real." Gallus glanced off to one side, "Vile's numbers are growing, too. As a consequence of all the new turnings these past few years, there are more folks looking for revenge or a cure. They play right into his hands. That means that there are plenty of possible infiltrators in other clans." Gallus tilted his head and lifted his voice slightly, "Fortunately, Hiritus was not aware of any more infiltrators in the Orcrest clan beyond his companions."
If Meesei had any questions, Gallus would hear them first, but he would not head back just yet. There were other matters to address.
Fendros closed his eyes and shook his head lightly. "No, there's no need for revisiting it. And I won't make you recount what happened either," Fendros said. His eyes opened and strayed to the top of Rhazii's head. He ran his fingers over the edges of Rhazii's scars. However faded they were by now, they were still a visible reminder.
"I just wanted to let you know that it has been years since then," Fendros said in a low, but not particularly sad voice. He swallowed before continuing. "It...may seem like torture to have such memories but I feel as though it is important to say that we learned to cope. We...needed assistance at times, from our friends and from people who knew how to help. It was tempting to allow our emotions to push away from each other because of the pain, but we didn't. We resisted that. To do that would have made it too hard to survive."
Fendros took a slow breath and leaned up from his chair, holding onto Rhazii so he wouldn't fall forward. Fendros locked Jo'rashaad's eyes with a serious expression. "Just remember to be patient with you and your packmates, especially Ciinriel and S'ajira. The memories do not go away, and they can change you, but you all still love one another. Remember that. You will need one another more than ever, now and in the future."
By the time Meesei spoke, Gallus was wiping the blood from his dagger and hands. He looked incredibly tired, even with the dim light shading his face. "Right." He began without making eye contact with Meesei, "I coaxed out about as much as I thought he knew. Their cells keep information withheld where it isn't needed, so he didn't know as much as I would have liked, but there were some useful points."
Standing up straight and lifting his head to look at Meesei, he sheathed his dagger and continued. "The infiltrators were based out of a safehouse to the north of Orcrest, a farmhouse on the outskirts. Their original plan was much the same as we suspected; gather up all of the military might, march out forcefully for long enough to exhaust them, ambush them, and then move on to the stronghold to wipe out the rest. Dar-tzesa was..." Gallus paused to sigh quietly, "...Not a devotee of Vile, she was just a desperate woman they made a deal with to pose as you."
Gallus did not dwell on it for too long. He moved on to wider matters. "The stronghold at Corinthe is positioned in such a way as to be hidden from the Dominion, so we at least shouldn't have to worry about antagonising them by attacking it. It is well stocked and garrisoned, from what I interpreted, but it was apparently never meant to be a secret from us for too long. It has been fortified specifically to repel lycans. The general himself is named Do'rhajul. He is indeed a Cathey-raht werewolf...however, they apparently have access to lycanthropy cures. I don't know the nature of them, but Hiritus here saw one take place with his own eyes, if he is to be believed." Gallus looked at the blood pooling through the stones, "He seemed very insistent that I pursue a cure myself."
Gallus looked up again, putting a fist to his hip, "More concerning are the other things he mentioned. Vile has apparently been assigning kidnappings of specific people from all over Tamriel. He didn't know what they were for, or anything else about it, really, except that his targets were a shipping clerk and a pair of alchemists. At first I thought of Sabine's sister, but does she even live in Elsweyr? She's an alchemist, right?"
Regardless of Meesei's answer, Gallus continued, "There is also talk of a 'culling'. Vile's end game is to harvest all the lycan souls on Tamriel. Eradicating them all. He was not privy to the details of the grand plan they are to enact, though the rumours he had heard made it sound robust and real." Gallus glanced off to one side, "Vile's numbers are growing, too. As a consequence of all the new turnings these past few years, there are more folks looking for revenge or a cure. They play right into his hands. That means that there are plenty of possible infiltrators in other clans." Gallus tilted his head and lifted his voice slightly, "Fortunately, Hiritus was not aware of any more infiltrators in the Orcrest clan beyond his companions."
If Meesei had any questions, Gallus would hear them first, but he would not head back just yet. There were other matters to address.
Fendros closed his eyes and shook his head lightly. "No, there's no need for revisiting it. And I won't make you recount what happened either," Fendros said. His eyes opened and strayed to the top of Rhazii's head. He ran his fingers over the edges of Rhazii's scars. However faded they were by now, they were still a visible reminder.
"I just wanted to let you know that it has been years since then," Fendros said in a low, but not particularly sad voice. He swallowed before continuing. "It...may seem like torture to have such memories but I feel as though it is important to say that we learned to cope. We...needed assistance at times, from our friends and from people who knew how to help. It was tempting to allow our emotions to push away from each other because of the pain, but we didn't. We resisted that. To do that would have made it too hard to survive."
Fendros took a slow breath and leaned up from his chair, holding onto Rhazii so he wouldn't fall forward. Fendros locked Jo'rashaad's eyes with a serious expression. "Just remember to be patient with you and your packmates, especially Ciinriel and S'ajira. The memories do not go away, and they can change you, but you all still love one another. Remember that. You will need one another more than ever, now and in the future."
Oh yeah, I'll also add that it would be nice for our inhabitable landmass to be less globally traversable by pure overland travel. Perhaps we could raise the sea levels a bit? Eh, icecaps man? (Looking at you, Reathos).
I am not particularly fussed, but I think there's a lot more potential for wide sweeping action amongst sentients when they start farming and forming settlements. Right now, there is potential for quests and stories driven by individuals, but no plausible scope for religious organisations with dogma and long term objectives.
Still, if some people still want to create things, I am willing to wait a couple of turns before bronze.
Still, if some people still want to create things, I am willing to wait a couple of turns before bronze.
"Hmph," Gallus sounded as Hiritus settled in for the night.
Gallus went to find himself a spot relatively clear of rocks to sit down and do as he initially claimed; keeping watch. For the first time that day, he actually had the peace and quiet required to reflect. At first, he simply wanted to think about whether or not to kill Hiritus. However, holding his dagger in his hands - the one that had killed Dar-tzesa - his thoughts wandered elsewhere. He supposed he had a responsibility now. It would be quite the detour, but he would have to go to Gideon and find that Argonian child, Yizan-lei. He felt a little stupid to even consider it an obligation. Indeed, he had simply wanted Dar-tzesa to die with hope but the guilt Gallus felt was crushing him. He wouldn't want to be in her position, powerless and about to die, with a lie on his captor's lips regarding the safety of Tzirret and Peiter. He could see himself becoming something he hated by what he had done since he arrived. That had to stop.
As for Hiritus, well, he was as much a servant of Vile as Dar-tzesa was. Perhaps even more. Was Gallus an evil man for killing him? Perhaps. Perhaps not. He did not evoke the same sense of empathy as with Dar-tzesa. He could have a child of his own, but Gallus had purposely avoided that topic. Whether it was an unconscious decision or not, Gallus decided to focus on the pragmatic aspect of his decision. Hiritus knew where the Orcrest clanhome was. If he told his associates, that could mean putting the entire populations of the Orcrest and Senchal clans at risk. There was very little that could justify that. Was finding out more about the culling one of them? On one hand, the definite loss of the clans would be a major tragedy. On the other, this culling could potentially affect the lives of the entire lycan population on Tamriel.
Gallus rubbed the flat of his dagger between the thumb and the finger of his left hand while he held the handle. He mulled over the trade-off for more than long enough to allow Hiritus to fall into a deep sleep. He came to a decision and lifted his eyes up to the rocky cot that he had built. He took a deep breath as he stood up, crept up over the rocks, bent down, and pushed the dagger into Hiritus' throat.
There would be much to tell Meesei but his mission would not be over after tonight.
"Oh, I didn't intend for the ceremony to be a parade or anything," Fendros said, shaking his head and waving one hand, "No, I'm not sure either of us would really need something more than what you just described." Fendros looked down and ran his hand over Rhazii's head comfortingly. "Still, I think it would be nice to just...have something formal. Somewhere where we can put words to vows we have already wordlessly taken at this stage, really. So my ancestors can see."
Fendros seemed to only catch himself on his last point after a second, halting and peering up at Jo'rashaad. He tried to move on without pressing it. "Anyway, the other options I had in mind were to hold a wedding with the ways of the Tribunal temple in Cheydinhal, if that's possible, or do something closer to her upbringing with a ceremony under a priest of Mara." Fendros lowered his brow, "Now that I think about it, though, I'm not sure that either would really matter as much to her as just having a ceremony. There might even be a priest in the Bruma clan. I have never looked for one."
After taking another breath and sighing in thought, Fendros stopped for a moment and addressed Jo'rashaad more directly. "You've given me some good things to think about, Jo'rashaad. Thank you."
With thoughts of returning the favour of advice, Fendros broached the previous subject again. "You know..." Fendros hesitated, proceeding slowly, "It's not exactly the same situation...but Ahna and I have had an experience similar to what you and your pride had back down south."
Fendros paused for a moment, gauging Jo'rashaad's willingness to talk.
Gallus went to find himself a spot relatively clear of rocks to sit down and do as he initially claimed; keeping watch. For the first time that day, he actually had the peace and quiet required to reflect. At first, he simply wanted to think about whether or not to kill Hiritus. However, holding his dagger in his hands - the one that had killed Dar-tzesa - his thoughts wandered elsewhere. He supposed he had a responsibility now. It would be quite the detour, but he would have to go to Gideon and find that Argonian child, Yizan-lei. He felt a little stupid to even consider it an obligation. Indeed, he had simply wanted Dar-tzesa to die with hope but the guilt Gallus felt was crushing him. He wouldn't want to be in her position, powerless and about to die, with a lie on his captor's lips regarding the safety of Tzirret and Peiter. He could see himself becoming something he hated by what he had done since he arrived. That had to stop.
As for Hiritus, well, he was as much a servant of Vile as Dar-tzesa was. Perhaps even more. Was Gallus an evil man for killing him? Perhaps. Perhaps not. He did not evoke the same sense of empathy as with Dar-tzesa. He could have a child of his own, but Gallus had purposely avoided that topic. Whether it was an unconscious decision or not, Gallus decided to focus on the pragmatic aspect of his decision. Hiritus knew where the Orcrest clanhome was. If he told his associates, that could mean putting the entire populations of the Orcrest and Senchal clans at risk. There was very little that could justify that. Was finding out more about the culling one of them? On one hand, the definite loss of the clans would be a major tragedy. On the other, this culling could potentially affect the lives of the entire lycan population on Tamriel.
Gallus rubbed the flat of his dagger between the thumb and the finger of his left hand while he held the handle. He mulled over the trade-off for more than long enough to allow Hiritus to fall into a deep sleep. He came to a decision and lifted his eyes up to the rocky cot that he had built. He took a deep breath as he stood up, crept up over the rocks, bent down, and pushed the dagger into Hiritus' throat.
There would be much to tell Meesei but his mission would not be over after tonight.
"Oh, I didn't intend for the ceremony to be a parade or anything," Fendros said, shaking his head and waving one hand, "No, I'm not sure either of us would really need something more than what you just described." Fendros looked down and ran his hand over Rhazii's head comfortingly. "Still, I think it would be nice to just...have something formal. Somewhere where we can put words to vows we have already wordlessly taken at this stage, really. So my ancestors can see."
Fendros seemed to only catch himself on his last point after a second, halting and peering up at Jo'rashaad. He tried to move on without pressing it. "Anyway, the other options I had in mind were to hold a wedding with the ways of the Tribunal temple in Cheydinhal, if that's possible, or do something closer to her upbringing with a ceremony under a priest of Mara." Fendros lowered his brow, "Now that I think about it, though, I'm not sure that either would really matter as much to her as just having a ceremony. There might even be a priest in the Bruma clan. I have never looked for one."
After taking another breath and sighing in thought, Fendros stopped for a moment and addressed Jo'rashaad more directly. "You've given me some good things to think about, Jo'rashaad. Thank you."
With thoughts of returning the favour of advice, Fendros broached the previous subject again. "You know..." Fendros hesitated, proceeding slowly, "It's not exactly the same situation...but Ahna and I have had an experience similar to what you and your pride had back down south."
Fendros paused for a moment, gauging Jo'rashaad's willingness to talk.
Christ in a hat.
After this first war, the Valley of Peace convention (VoPC) will have to be ratified.
- No biological weapons
- No targeting civilians
- No lasting destruction to Galbar's environment
...Several thousand stipulations later...
- No more warping the hain like they're Gumby dolls
And finally...
- No Vestec. No more Vestec under any circumstances. Like, ever. We put him in a box and keep him there.
After this first war, the Valley of Peace convention (VoPC) will have to be ratified.
- No biological weapons
- No targeting civilians
- No lasting destruction to Galbar's environment
...Several thousand stipulations later...
- No more warping the hain like they're Gumby dolls
And finally...
- No Vestec. No more Vestec under any circumstances. Like, ever. We put him in a box and keep him there.
"Oh, it sounds like a cornerstone of civility," Gallus said with not quite enough effort to hid his sarcasm. "I can't imagine the nightmare it would be when people jump around and wave their privates in each others' faces ceaselessly. Far be it from me to assume that people can control themselves."
With a short chuckle to himself, Gallus found himself a seat and brought his eyes to the horizon. "I'll take first watch. If we haven't lost their trail yet, their scents will carry on the wind before halfway through the night."
Gallus hoped that his reasoning seemed sound enough. He wanted a quiet moment to consider his next actions, as well as to allow Hiritus to fall into a deep sleep.
"Hmm, well I can't deny that moonlight is romantic." Fendros looked to the table and glanced up, "You are right, though. She isn't much one for ceremony. I will have to think on it further."
A silent moment passed before Fendros lifted his head to be straight again, looking to Jo'rashaad curiously. "If I may ask...you and S'ajira. Are you two ceremonially married or just mated? Can you share how you decided that?"
Apparently bored with the conversation, Rhazii flopped back to lean on Fendros' front. He took his tail out of his mouth, but then began fiddling with the end of it with his hands, inspecting it. He still remained awfully quiet.
With a short chuckle to himself, Gallus found himself a seat and brought his eyes to the horizon. "I'll take first watch. If we haven't lost their trail yet, their scents will carry on the wind before halfway through the night."
Gallus hoped that his reasoning seemed sound enough. He wanted a quiet moment to consider his next actions, as well as to allow Hiritus to fall into a deep sleep.
"Hmm, well I can't deny that moonlight is romantic." Fendros looked to the table and glanced up, "You are right, though. She isn't much one for ceremony. I will have to think on it further."
A silent moment passed before Fendros lifted his head to be straight again, looking to Jo'rashaad curiously. "If I may ask...you and S'ajira. Are you two ceremonially married or just mated? Can you share how you decided that?"
Apparently bored with the conversation, Rhazii flopped back to lean on Fendros' front. He took his tail out of his mouth, but then began fiddling with the end of it with his hands, inspecting it. He still remained awfully quiet.
So, still having trouble even starting my post on titanpad. I am at the point where i feel the need to ask:
Can someone give a me word/sentence to start with?(preferably the latter)
Kyre is currently on the moon, and all he can see from there on Galbar is the land being changed, both in form and color(spreading plant-life, new bodies of water).
It was a dark and stormy night.
Interestingly, I can relate to the character a whole lot more now, because nobody pronounces my IRL name right either. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
I know that feel. My name is almost always mispronounced or misspelt. It doesn't help that some people screw it up so bad as to mistake me for the opposite sex before they see me.
Though, just so I get to jump on the bandwagon, I'll say that, from my mouth, Jvan is said with the whole J=Y thing that some languages have. It seems to sit more comfortably to me that way.
"I suppose," Gallus conceded. Where Hiritus got the idea that Gallus was trying to convert him, he had no idea. "It didn't seem so bad to me," he added.
For a moment, Gallus considered asking if Hiritus had any family, but he quickly decided against it. He hadn't come up with any good reasons to spare Hiritus' life, short of possibly infiltrating Vile's ranks. He didn't want to tempt fate by letting his emotions get involved, like they did with Dar-tzesa.
Instead, Gallus took a topic from Hiritus' comments. "What's the obsession with clothes about, anyway? Are you all afraid of your bodies not being colourful enough?"
Rhazii's ears perked up as Jo'rashaad promised some fun. He wasn't keen on taking his tail out of his mouth yet, but the mention of ways to keep it out did not seem to faze him.
"I know," Fendros said with a high pitched, informative voice. "I was just assessing options. You have to understand, you don't get to practice marriage proposals. I..." Fendros' voice levelled as he got to the point and looked away, "This is a big event. I'm nervous. I want it to be memorable."
For a moment, Gallus considered asking if Hiritus had any family, but he quickly decided against it. He hadn't come up with any good reasons to spare Hiritus' life, short of possibly infiltrating Vile's ranks. He didn't want to tempt fate by letting his emotions get involved, like they did with Dar-tzesa.
Instead, Gallus took a topic from Hiritus' comments. "What's the obsession with clothes about, anyway? Are you all afraid of your bodies not being colourful enough?"
Rhazii's ears perked up as Jo'rashaad promised some fun. He wasn't keen on taking his tail out of his mouth yet, but the mention of ways to keep it out did not seem to faze him.
"I know," Fendros said with a high pitched, informative voice. "I was just assessing options. You have to understand, you don't get to practice marriage proposals. I..." Fendros' voice levelled as he got to the point and looked away, "This is a big event. I'm nervous. I want it to be memorable."
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