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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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Tzirret smiled. "This one would like that."
Tzirret leaned in for another quick kiss, which turned into another long kiss before Tzirret's stomach audibly grumbled again. After a short laugh, the two left the room behind, hand in hand. The rest of their time together would be bittersweet, but Tzirret had nowhere in the world that he would rather be.
If he were honest with himself, Fendros didn't know how Ahnasha would receive the proposal. He thought he should have expected the confusion that she displayed.
In response, Fendros itched at the back of his head. "Well, I don't know for sure. Beforehand, I think there were just too many questions." Fendros gestured this way and that. "Under which tradition would there be a ceremony? Would it even be needed? Would it be inappropriate in the middle of a war?" Fendros tightened the corner of his mouth for a moment. "I think...I have been thinking more about my ancestors since spoke with Irenya. I'm not exactly the most devout, but it's still..." Fendros was lost for words before he tapped his chest. "It's still a part of me. I know that my ancestors probably don't approve of me marrying a Khajiit, but they'd be none-too-fond of me being a werewolf, either, so it's not about that. I think I just wanted to use this to be sure of everything, rather than have that unresolved part tug at me so." Fendros managed another smile. "Also, I'd like to have some kind of official day for it. Some kind of celebration. It doesn't have to be a big ceremony, but..."
Fendros trailed off and bowed his head forward in a laugh. "I sound like a superficial s'wit, don't I?"
Tzirret leaned in for another quick kiss, which turned into another long kiss before Tzirret's stomach audibly grumbled again. After a short laugh, the two left the room behind, hand in hand. The rest of their time together would be bittersweet, but Tzirret had nowhere in the world that he would rather be.
If he were honest with himself, Fendros didn't know how Ahnasha would receive the proposal. He thought he should have expected the confusion that she displayed.
In response, Fendros itched at the back of his head. "Well, I don't know for sure. Beforehand, I think there were just too many questions." Fendros gestured this way and that. "Under which tradition would there be a ceremony? Would it even be needed? Would it be inappropriate in the middle of a war?" Fendros tightened the corner of his mouth for a moment. "I think...I have been thinking more about my ancestors since spoke with Irenya. I'm not exactly the most devout, but it's still..." Fendros was lost for words before he tapped his chest. "It's still a part of me. I know that my ancestors probably don't approve of me marrying a Khajiit, but they'd be none-too-fond of me being a werewolf, either, so it's not about that. I think I just wanted to use this to be sure of everything, rather than have that unresolved part tug at me so." Fendros managed another smile. "Also, I'd like to have some kind of official day for it. Some kind of celebration. It doesn't have to be a big ceremony, but..."
Fendros trailed off and bowed his head forward in a laugh. "I sound like a superficial s'wit, don't I?"
Tzirret accepted Ma'tanza's kiss eagerly. For once, he didn't mind the extra expectations that were laid on him. He had proven that he could do many things during this journey. Getting better at spelling would not be too difficult.
For a while, they simply kissed in the dark. Tzirret experimented with how long it would last. He even let his hands wander a little more, though he didn't want to push his luck too much. Still, it was hard to gather the courage to do much more when an even baser instinct called out from his stomach.
When the kiss finally ended, Tzirret spoke with a bit less gravity than before. "Do you feel like getting something to eat with Tzirret before he cleans up here? This one has not eaten since breakfast, and he awoke early to do this."
Fendros' amused smile widened at Ahnasha's bewilderment. "This has been a long time coming," Fendros said, finally dropping the veneer. He put one of the amulets around his neck. "Now, I know neither of us are much for ceremony, pomp and circumstance, and all that, but..." Fendros stepped forward and put the other amulet around Ahnasha's neck. "...I felt like, after the battle and how close everything came, that I needed to do this without delaying any further."
Looking Ahnasha straight in the eyes, Fendros took both of Ahnasha's hands. "Ahna, you've been the least expected and most wonderful woman I have ever known. We have been through the best and worst moments of our lives together, and even after all this time, you still have that competitive spirit and determination that I love. I would like to continue sharing my life with you. So, for fear prattling on...would you marry me?"
For a while, they simply kissed in the dark. Tzirret experimented with how long it would last. He even let his hands wander a little more, though he didn't want to push his luck too much. Still, it was hard to gather the courage to do much more when an even baser instinct called out from his stomach.
When the kiss finally ended, Tzirret spoke with a bit less gravity than before. "Do you feel like getting something to eat with Tzirret before he cleans up here? This one has not eaten since breakfast, and he awoke early to do this."
Fendros' amused smile widened at Ahnasha's bewilderment. "This has been a long time coming," Fendros said, finally dropping the veneer. He put one of the amulets around his neck. "Now, I know neither of us are much for ceremony, pomp and circumstance, and all that, but..." Fendros stepped forward and put the other amulet around Ahnasha's neck. "...I felt like, after the battle and how close everything came, that I needed to do this without delaying any further."
Looking Ahnasha straight in the eyes, Fendros took both of Ahnasha's hands. "Ahna, you've been the least expected and most wonderful woman I have ever known. We have been through the best and worst moments of our lives together, and even after all this time, you still have that competitive spirit and determination that I love. I would like to continue sharing my life with you. So, for fear prattling on...would you marry me?"
Tzirret looked up with some hope, though he didn't sound completely mollified. "We could do that? This one does not think that they deliver to clanhomes." He paused for thought. "Maybe the cities would, if they do not mind delivering between the Empire and the Dominion."
Surprisingly, Tzirret found a thought to smile about. "Ma'tanza would have to get used to this one's writing, though. You saw how his note was. He is not very good at writing and reading, especially Ta'agra."
"Oh, I think that it's going to the right person this time," Fendros commented.
The weight felt slightly heavier than expected in Ahnasha's hand. The feeling of whatever was inside suggested a coin or a metal button. The way to open it was simple; the weight was a cylinder in two overlapping halves. Pulling them apart took some effort. With a pop, the larger half came away and the chamber within was revealed. Inside, a glimmer of gold glinted in the lowering orange sunlight.
Inside the chamber was a smooth, polished, gold ring.
The familiar clicking of beads sounded as Fendros pulled something out of his bag and dropped the bag down. In each hand, he held ornate bronze and lapis lazuli amulets of Mara. He had his head angled forward as he looked at Ahnasha with a bit of amusement. "I believe these are customary before I say anything else," Fendros said, holding one of the amulets out.
Surprisingly, Tzirret found a thought to smile about. "Ma'tanza would have to get used to this one's writing, though. You saw how his note was. He is not very good at writing and reading, especially Ta'agra."
"Oh, I think that it's going to the right person this time," Fendros commented.
The weight felt slightly heavier than expected in Ahnasha's hand. The feeling of whatever was inside suggested a coin or a metal button. The way to open it was simple; the weight was a cylinder in two overlapping halves. Pulling them apart took some effort. With a pop, the larger half came away and the chamber within was revealed. Inside, a glimmer of gold glinted in the lowering orange sunlight.
Inside the chamber was a smooth, polished, gold ring.
The familiar clicking of beads sounded as Fendros pulled something out of his bag and dropped the bag down. In each hand, he held ornate bronze and lapis lazuli amulets of Mara. He had his head angled forward as he looked at Ahnasha with a bit of amusement. "I believe these are customary before I say anything else," Fendros said, holding one of the amulets out.
...[The rovaick]'ve been given a full working manuscript on a written language that can alter the real world in ways limited only by your imagination with writing...
Ooooh, someone's going to try Tounic calligraphy? Careful there, boyo. It's going to take a long time to make good use of that.
About Sularn. Drop me a PM whenever you want to collab his heroing.
@Muttonhawk I JUST NEED YOUR HELP. UNLEASH THE LEGIONS OF ORDERLY AND TOUNIC ROVAICK UPON THE LAND.
...UNLEASH THE LEGIONS OF ORDERLY AND TOUNIC ROVAICK...
UNLEASH THE LEGIONS
Careful what you wish for.
...
Thank you @Muttonhawk for clarifying this for my. Honestly, I was afraid to add Hain of Evny, wasn't sure what sin to give him. Or add Hain in general. I'll have to rethink his sin. I have also talked with @Antarctic Termite who helped me come to the conclusion to turn Amestris into a fast growing city instead of nation. A gathering of people and construction. Then have a towns grow around the Markets and have them close knit with the city of Xerxes. I will add all this on my morning.
Thank you again for the clarification. Will help in the future.
No worries, mate. I appreciate the understanding. Like I implied, your idea is not necessarily incompatible, it just requires careful application.
And yeah, I think starting out with a city state is more realistic right now.
Speaking of developments. Hey! @Rtron! When's Sularn going to gird his loins so Toun has an excuse to canonise him? I want to hear about how this new cult is spreading. >:D
EDIT: Holy ninjaposts, Batman! Give me a minute to reply!
Tzirret returned the embrace, holding onto Ma'tanza tightly. Here, in a private and romantic setting, he was not afraid to be passionate as he continued kissing her. This had been a long time in the making and he was almost swimming in positive feelings as a reward for it all.
The kiss lasted almost until the light from the cups and bowls had faded completely. They were in the dark again, but standing against each other in an embrace was as good as seeing each other. Tzirret ran a hand up the back of Ma'tanza's neck and leaned his forehead against hers. He smiled in a rare moment of being completely free from his own worries. Of course, the inevitable did come back eventually.
"This one does not want to leave," Tzirret whispered. "He feels sick thinking about it."
A mix of hubris and lack of attention to the range caused Fendros' next shot to be slightly rushed. It flew within a few centimetres of the cords, but had no chance of hitting them as they spun. The wind began to pick up slightly up the slope and the sails spun faster from then on. The challenge that the marksmen Fendros spoke to beforehand presented itself fully then.
Still, Ahnasha's shots began to land true. She shot down her first weight within a couple of turns. Fendros took his time, but didn't shoot off another until Ahnasha already had three. With only three arrows left, after loosing all others he carried at the time -- approaching twenty at that point -- Fendros finally shot down his third. However, Ahnasha had gotten used to the targets and brought down her last one in short order. This ended the competition after the hour or so that it lasted. Much banter was traded, though that was just part of the game. Fendros smiled at how Ahnasha fought back and they ended up having a good laugh at the challenge.
Of course, the contest was a genuine test of their skills in the end. The way they had to focus for each shot was unique in a training exercise. Fendros spoke with more humility now that it was over. "Huh, good shot. The marksmen weren't completely lying. Though, I suppose they exaggerated by calling it impossible." Fendros noticed a strange sound as the final weight finally rolled to a stop near Ahnasha. It was slightly hollow and rattling. Fendros suddenly took on a more careful tone, though he was making the effort to seem natural. "You know, the marksmen also told me that they sometimes put rewards in the weights, as prizes for harder challenges. I don't think any did what you've done, however."
Trying to act naturally, Fendros carefully placed his bow on the ground and picked up his bag. He rummaged through it, removing a cloth that was covering something. "Why don't you see what's inside that one?" Fendros mentioned casually.
The kiss lasted almost until the light from the cups and bowls had faded completely. They were in the dark again, but standing against each other in an embrace was as good as seeing each other. Tzirret ran a hand up the back of Ma'tanza's neck and leaned his forehead against hers. He smiled in a rare moment of being completely free from his own worries. Of course, the inevitable did come back eventually.
"This one does not want to leave," Tzirret whispered. "He feels sick thinking about it."
A mix of hubris and lack of attention to the range caused Fendros' next shot to be slightly rushed. It flew within a few centimetres of the cords, but had no chance of hitting them as they spun. The wind began to pick up slightly up the slope and the sails spun faster from then on. The challenge that the marksmen Fendros spoke to beforehand presented itself fully then.
Still, Ahnasha's shots began to land true. She shot down her first weight within a couple of turns. Fendros took his time, but didn't shoot off another until Ahnasha already had three. With only three arrows left, after loosing all others he carried at the time -- approaching twenty at that point -- Fendros finally shot down his third. However, Ahnasha had gotten used to the targets and brought down her last one in short order. This ended the competition after the hour or so that it lasted. Much banter was traded, though that was just part of the game. Fendros smiled at how Ahnasha fought back and they ended up having a good laugh at the challenge.
Of course, the contest was a genuine test of their skills in the end. The way they had to focus for each shot was unique in a training exercise. Fendros spoke with more humility now that it was over. "Huh, good shot. The marksmen weren't completely lying. Though, I suppose they exaggerated by calling it impossible." Fendros noticed a strange sound as the final weight finally rolled to a stop near Ahnasha. It was slightly hollow and rattling. Fendros suddenly took on a more careful tone, though he was making the effort to seem natural. "You know, the marksmen also told me that they sometimes put rewards in the weights, as prizes for harder challenges. I don't think any did what you've done, however."
Trying to act naturally, Fendros carefully placed his bow on the ground and picked up his bag. He rummaged through it, removing a cloth that was covering something. "Why don't you see what's inside that one?" Fendros mentioned casually.
We don't have to play out the entirety of Fendros and Ahnasha's contest. However, Fendros probably won't win. Something will happen right at the end, though.
The pause that Ma'tanza took made Tzirret feel as though he had said something wrong. Irrational worry crept over him until he felt Ma'tanza's lips against his for that brief moment. The sound of the seeds either skittering on the ground or ploncking into the liquid in the vessels banished those worries completely. He looked on in anticipation.
There was a light fizzing sound at first. It was hard to tell what was going on. Then, with such subtlety that it was already showing without being realised, a light blue glow began to shine from the seeds in some of the cups. The fizzing turned into a popping that made the liquid bubble and spatter into the other cups, causing the light to spread to them all in turn. Some of it was spilled, but the process was not worryingly violent.
As the light fell into each cup, it became brighter and brighter. It lit up the whole room in its bright blue, forcing the pair to squint as it reached its brightest point. And then, the light began to fade. Tzirret quietly placed the sack of remaining seeds onto the ground and reached to take Ma'tanza's hand while he watched on.
The light continued to fade until it seemed like that was all there was, though something else happened. Not all of the cups were losing their light, but instead were changing hue. Most of the cups faded into a dull, flickering green. The effect was astonishingly close to wind moving through a branch of jungle leaves. The other cups, in contrast, faded into a vibrant, consistent bright orange. They had the definite shape of letters in Cyrodilic, bunched up as they were in the circles that made up the light.
Tzirret's heart was pounding. He thought it was at the possibility that something wouldn't work, though is was extremely similar to the first time he opened his feelings to Ma'tanza. He wasn't entirely sure that it would all work, and indeed, a couple of the cups didn't light up. However, the main effect was conveyed well enough. He hadn't declared his love this literally since Ma'tanza told him not to when they landed the ships in the north.
With a small smile, Tzirret turned his eyes to Ma'tanza. "This one knows for certain this time."
Fendros raised an eyebrow and a smirk. "Hm? Afraid of wounding your pride? Alright then."
In reality, these targets were something that Fendros had not practiced against. He wasn't nearly as confident as he sounded. He frowned, took a few moments to slowly pull his arrow back, and lined up a shot. It was hard to lead the targets, not only because they were turning rather than going straight, but the wind picked up and down erratically. It was hard to tell how they would move, even feeling for the wind from where they were.
Fendros loosed his first arrow, taking into account the wind he could feel and the distance required. He stayed still until the arrow landed. A cord was cut and the weight fell. The arrow jutted out from the dirt behind the target in a puff of dust. The cords were apparently weak to be cut so easily.
Fendros grinned and lowered his bow, watching as they weight tumbled down the hill for him to pick up. "Your turn," he said.
Despite the skill needed to line up the shot in the first place, Fendros was lucky in that the wind had slowed for a brief moment, making it easier for him. It was beginner's luck to find out, but these targets were as much about timing as they were about accuracy.
There was a light fizzing sound at first. It was hard to tell what was going on. Then, with such subtlety that it was already showing without being realised, a light blue glow began to shine from the seeds in some of the cups. The fizzing turned into a popping that made the liquid bubble and spatter into the other cups, causing the light to spread to them all in turn. Some of it was spilled, but the process was not worryingly violent.
As the light fell into each cup, it became brighter and brighter. It lit up the whole room in its bright blue, forcing the pair to squint as it reached its brightest point. And then, the light began to fade. Tzirret quietly placed the sack of remaining seeds onto the ground and reached to take Ma'tanza's hand while he watched on.
The light continued to fade until it seemed like that was all there was, though something else happened. Not all of the cups were losing their light, but instead were changing hue. Most of the cups faded into a dull, flickering green. The effect was astonishingly close to wind moving through a branch of jungle leaves. The other cups, in contrast, faded into a vibrant, consistent bright orange. They had the definite shape of letters in Cyrodilic, bunched up as they were in the circles that made up the light.
I LOVE
YOU
YOU
Tzirret's heart was pounding. He thought it was at the possibility that something wouldn't work, though is was extremely similar to the first time he opened his feelings to Ma'tanza. He wasn't entirely sure that it would all work, and indeed, a couple of the cups didn't light up. However, the main effect was conveyed well enough. He hadn't declared his love this literally since Ma'tanza told him not to when they landed the ships in the north.
With a small smile, Tzirret turned his eyes to Ma'tanza. "This one knows for certain this time."
Fendros raised an eyebrow and a smirk. "Hm? Afraid of wounding your pride? Alright then."
In reality, these targets were something that Fendros had not practiced against. He wasn't nearly as confident as he sounded. He frowned, took a few moments to slowly pull his arrow back, and lined up a shot. It was hard to lead the targets, not only because they were turning rather than going straight, but the wind picked up and down erratically. It was hard to tell how they would move, even feeling for the wind from where they were.
Fendros loosed his first arrow, taking into account the wind he could feel and the distance required. He stayed still until the arrow landed. A cord was cut and the weight fell. The arrow jutted out from the dirt behind the target in a puff of dust. The cords were apparently weak to be cut so easily.
Fendros grinned and lowered his bow, watching as they weight tumbled down the hill for him to pick up. "Your turn," he said.
Despite the skill needed to line up the shot in the first place, Fendros was lucky in that the wind had slowed for a brief moment, making it easier for him. It was beginner's luck to find out, but these targets were as much about timing as they were about accuracy.
Okay, so, continuing my rant:
Envy, the hain. I'm going to assume this guy has been altered by Amartia or was already an odd hain.
This guy is going to have to be particularly shrewd if he wants to retain a position of power over other hain. Why? Because, although hain are not immune to envy, covetousness over a partner in particular is something rather alien to them. In their race sheet, it is mentioned that one of the most fundamental distinctions of hain are their partnering and mating habits. They are polygamous by nature, not just by culture. In that, competing over mates isn't the same as in human or human-like species.
To elaborate, if hain A falls in love with another hain B, and hain B is partnered with hain C already, it's expected that hain A will grow close to both B and C. If hain A and C don't get along, hain A falls out of love with hain B as an instinctual reaction because hain A is not compatible with the entire family group. This is not an eschewing of stereotypes for an alternative lifestyle, this is actually their natural psychology informing them.
There are many implications stemming from this, not least of which the notion that a hain would be driven to murder another hain to be compatible with a mate being seen as animalistic and defective. Murder within a tribe, and especially a family group, is already heavily frowned upon across all hain societies, so the hain of envy has things stacked against him...
...That is, if people knew what happened.
If the hain of Envy's actions were found out, the revolt against him by other hain would not be out of some kind of manufactured social construct of sin, but an aberration of nature on par with becoming a Jvanic sculptor. However, if no one knew about his actions, perhaps he could still command respect. This would require locking up his coveted paramour so she doesn't tell, because unless she's an odd one too, she wouldn't be too fond of the hain of Envy anyway. As well, if anyone found out this detail of the hain of Envy's life and they could prove it, they have the ultimate blackmail to use against him.
Envy, the hain. I'm going to assume this guy has been altered by Amartia or was already an odd hain.
This guy is going to have to be particularly shrewd if he wants to retain a position of power over other hain. Why? Because, although hain are not immune to envy, covetousness over a partner in particular is something rather alien to them. In their race sheet, it is mentioned that one of the most fundamental distinctions of hain are their partnering and mating habits. They are polygamous by nature, not just by culture. In that, competing over mates isn't the same as in human or human-like species.
To elaborate, if hain A falls in love with another hain B, and hain B is partnered with hain C already, it's expected that hain A will grow close to both B and C. If hain A and C don't get along, hain A falls out of love with hain B as an instinctual reaction because hain A is not compatible with the entire family group. This is not an eschewing of stereotypes for an alternative lifestyle, this is actually their natural psychology informing them.
There are many implications stemming from this, not least of which the notion that a hain would be driven to murder another hain to be compatible with a mate being seen as animalistic and defective. Murder within a tribe, and especially a family group, is already heavily frowned upon across all hain societies, so the hain of envy has things stacked against him...
...That is, if people knew what happened.
If the hain of Envy's actions were found out, the revolt against him by other hain would not be out of some kind of manufactured social construct of sin, but an aberration of nature on par with becoming a Jvanic sculptor. However, if no one knew about his actions, perhaps he could still command respect. This would require locking up his coveted paramour so she doesn't tell, because unless she's an odd one too, she wouldn't be too fond of the hain of Envy anyway. As well, if anyone found out this detail of the hain of Envy's life and they could prove it, they have the ultimate blackmail to use against him.
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