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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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Yep, that sounds about right. I'll go with Zephy.

Also, just updated my character post with a few things. Notably, Sularn's oath and a quick rundown of Tounic calligraphy. It's also made me notice how long it takes to load the character section. So many images...
The vanguard cut through dead and dying enemies without a moment to stop and observe the pain they witnessed. The battle was joined in sprays of blood in the violence mixed with an anger telling of revenge. Those in Ri'nakhad's clan that had joined them were reliving what they had done to them, but in reverse. The way that the violence made the stomach twist and the heart race made the advance into the wider chamber beyond almost normal. The oil that splashed down did horrible things to the flesh of those caught under it. It fixed their surprised and pained expressions before said expressions were brought to the ground with the rest of their bodies.

In her fervor, Uthri nearly fell victim to it herself, had Gallus not stopped her and pulled her back in the last second. Gallus barked orders to his group over the din of battle, "You four! Get the survivors out for healing! Now!" Again, he kept up a strangely unaffected demeanour despite the horrific events playing out. His men did not question his orders, though they were likely none-too-keen to be in danger of any more oil in the first place.

The previously charging soldiers on the offensive were also brought under orders to fall into another shield wall. Those in the rear ranks held their shields over their heads to give the enemy archers a harder time at hitting them all. However, there would undoubtedly be more losses in taking this chamber. Ri'vashi was in charge overall, but Gallus was desperately trying to figure out which avenues they had that would provide the best means of advancement.

The bottleneck at the keep gate meant that many archers and mages were left waiting outside for room to follow. That included Ahnasha, Fendros, and Sabine. What they saw shouldering their way back out through the gate were steaming and screaming bodies held by two other soldiers. The sight was frightening for Sabine, no less when the form of Ra'kalesh himself came stumbling out over the shoulder of another soldier. Sabine snapped herself out of the horror and immediately went to Ra'kalesh's aid with a yellow healing glow in each hand. She set to work in an instant, trying to numb Ra'kalesh's pain and treat his burns.

Fendros, who was keeping an eye on Sabine, followed to Ra'kalesh and the soldier and asked frantically. "What's happening in there? Did they pour oil?"
A hain story it is!

...Who are we up to with our 'weekly' features again? I haven't been keeping track and I usually use those as a starting point.
Hey, people lining up for the battle-royale: We don't have to begin now, but how are people's availabilities going to be for a collab or to begin post-by-post or however we're doing things? I still want to do it, but it might bog us down for a while.

Although, I guess I could always contrive more time for Toun to do things while his avatars fly. They aren't the most aerodynamic things, it would appear. That, or I could do more hain stories.
Fair enough.
Both Sabine and Janius threw their spells forward on command. A collection of whirling energies united in front of them within the second. The lightning spells struck first upon the enemy wards within a blink of an eye. Any wards remaining were assailed by the fire that flew in within a second. The blasts impacted with blinding heat and an impact that made the front of the formation stagger. What came next were shards of ice that ricocheted off shields and armour alike but more quietly sunk into whatever gaps were exposed. Shouts of pain began to sound out as the slower moving ice storm spells washed over the formation to slow limbs and freeze blood.

The next sensation was more mundane, but just as dangerous. It started with a dagger spinning forth from the hand of a charging Gallus. Most didn't notice it until it sunk into the neck of a reeling mage. Following was a vanguard of armoured lycan soldiers screaming forth at speed. They were lead by the elites of Gallus and Meesei's packs, alongside Ri'vashi, Ra'kalesh, and their pridemates.

Janius charged in shield-first and immediately kicked at the shield of one of the beleaguered defenders to put him off-balance and open him up to an allied spear. Uthri obliged with no hesitation. The initial impact pushed the enemy defenders back several yards into the choke point, but they were not halted yet.

Sabine stayed nearby Fendros and Ahnasha for the moment, helping them against reciprocal magic spells with her ward. She did not anticipate being able to contribute much more unless she was called upon to heal a casualty.
"Right, right," Sabine responded, glancing down and away but not letting go of Peiter's arms. They didn't have enough time for any more dialogue before Lorag barked an order that demanded Sabine's attention. She twitched her head to Lorag to listen, and then began to move. She gave Peiter's arm a squeeze before letting go. "Stay safe," she said to him quickly as she jogged off with the other mages.

Those less distracted in Meesei's pack noticed the absence of Irenya. At first it would have been reasonable to think that she was back with the other mages getting ready to break the formation, but as they neared, she was nowhere to be seen. All of Janius, Fendros, and Sabine put together the most likely explanation in their minds one by one. They were quietened, but didn't say a thing.

Once the mages were formed up, Sabine began to charge an ice storm spell between her hands. She didn't like being away from Meesei like this, let alone slightly removed from the rest of her pack, but she tried to focus. The order would come to step forward and release their spells eventually. She was more than ready.

The rest of both Meesei's and Gallus' packs were formed up and ready to storm the enemy lines. Though they still seemed to have the advantage, the explosions on the bridges had put everyone on edge. Those with friends amongst Ra'jorr's retinue were also driven by a new worry as they realised the situation.
No worries. If my experience with interactions between Sabine and Ariel are anything to go by, it'll just be more work for you.
Some of her pack may have been uncomfortable with Meesei's actions, but they all trusted her judgement enough to give no further protest. They all made their way down the wall in time to be met halfway by Gallus and his pack.

Sabine quickly spotted Peiter and almost knocked him over with her speed in hugging him. She pulled back quickly while holding onto his forearms and looked to him with no small amount of worry in her eyes. "I saw the Senche-rahts. Are you unhurt?" she asked in a rush.

Gallus let the reunion continue, though he ignored it as he craned his head up and around for Meesei. "Where's the champion!?" he asked the pack.

"Meesei went in to try and get at the general," Janius shared without hesitation, "Lorag's in charge."

Gallus momentarily curled his lips, but did not dwell on his anxieties long. "Lorag!" he began to order, "Ri'vashi needs your mages up front to help break the formation at the gate. Bring them forward!"
Just so you know, Teknall hasn't actually hasn't done anything yet, so no Might spent. He's just promised to do things.

Time to make a demigod.


Cool beans, edited the summary to remove that mystery.
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