So I think I just found a voice claim for Keriss :P
The mental image of a towering lizard-demi-goddess breaking out into song to outline her dastardly plans is too good not to envision. You owe this to us all now. Make it happen.
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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.
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Vasco Pyjama
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P.S. Not having breakfast can make you weary. That's for sure!
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The mental image of a towering lizard-demi-goddess breaking out into song to outline her dastardly plans is too good not to envision. You owe this to us all now. Make it happen.
Sabine looked at Meesei while she spoke. She did not make a sound, but she began to blink with greater frequency. What Meesei spoke was what she had been trying to deny in her mind for a long time. Her eyes began to glisten. "We might try?" Sabine murmured. "I do not...I do not want to..." She lowered her head to hide her cheeks tensing and reddening in sadness.
Without any other source of comfort around, Sabine stepped up and embraced Meesei tightly. There was no use arguing about it; Sabine would be going with Meesei away from Peiter whether it was on this journey or a later one. For now, she held on to the naive parts of her mind that hoped that it would still work between herself and her first real love.
The weeks of travel were pleasantly peaceful, if cold. No bandits stopped the pack's path to foolishly assail them this time. There was only a sense of familiarity. After packing away their furs as they arrived in the Heartlands, they regularly hunted to save coin and to sate their beast spirits. It was then that what might have been described as nostalgia came over the pack. Even though it had been only four years, so much had happened that a return to such simple living reminded them of happier times.
It was just what Sabine needed to cheer herself up. It wasn't more than one day after leaving Blackreach that she hugged Ahnasha in camp and cried against her shoulder for half an hour straight. When asked about Peiter during this episode, she did not respond to everything, only shaking or nodding her head. They had not officially 'ended' their relationship, but the conversation they had before separating was likely more theatre to hold onto hope before reality set in. They were unlikely to be the same when they next saw one another.
Fendros, on the other hand, became progressively quieter as the pack approached Cheydinhal. The only time that he could apparently take his mind off things was when he started telling stories to Rhazii about his family and how he was turned. Rhazii eventually asked whether he would meet his aunt, uncle, and grandparents, but Fendros couldn't give an answer more certain than 'maybe' before his expression darkened.
As evidenced by Sabine's mood, Gallus opted not to bring his pack with him. He only brought an Argonian acquaintance who owed him a gambling debt, reasoning that they would move fastest in a pair. Luckily for Gallus, his Argonian guide -- named Cuts-Canes-Faster -- was born in Gideon. His travels to the Bruma clan came with an ill-fated trading career. Thankfully, he knew his way around Black Marsh and was kind company around the camp fire. Gallus was in good hands.
While they were travelling, not two nights went by without Gallus sitting alone quietly, pulling out a long, tattered red feather from his pocket, and combing it back into shape with his fingers. At first glance, the feather looked to be one of Meesei's, but given his mission, it could be inferred where it really came from. That Gallus had carried it all this way was an accomplishment in itself.
The birds sang an upbeat chorus above Ahnasha and Fendros as they walked up a dirt path outside of Cheydinhal. The sun, the green flora, the speckles of flowers, and not least of which the sounds made for a complete contrast with Fendros' mood. He held his head forward, looking to the path and trying not to catch the eyes of anyone else around them. He even had a loose grip on Ahnasha's fingers, as if unsure whether to even display that much affection even though he needed her support. Perhaps it was the shame, but he didn't have to worry about being recognised on the street. He had grown and kept a beard for years that he never would have grown before he found the pack.
They had donned civilised clothes for this occasion, with Fendros in a plain shirt and breeches and Ahnasha in something similar. Despite being so close to his old life, Fendros felt further from reality than in his entire life save for his dreams. The pair eventually came to a fork in the path.
"Well, here we are," Fendros announced without looking up. "Should we go to the temple of the reclamations first, or..." He rubbed the back of his neck and looked up at the Vineyards in the distance. "Or get the hard part over and done with?"
As he lowered his hand from his neck, Fendros' found the guard of his sword and ran his thumb over the crest on the hilt.
Everyone else in the travelling party save for Gallus, Cuts, and Leaps were inside the walls of Cheydinhal in the meantime. The place hadn't changed an awful lot since the last time they were there. The stream still flowed, the market still buzzed, and the statues remained looming. Their task was simple in comparison to Fendros and Ahnasha's.
"Okay, so, to recapitulate," Janius began at the gate, counting off his fingers. "Get our knives sharpened at the smith's grindstone, sell our hides, and..." Janius looked up at the sky and bit the corner of his mouth.
Rhazii half-jumped on the spot. His high voice pealed up in excitement, "Rivets!"
Janius smiled and ruffled the small Cathay-raht's head. "Rivets. You are correct Rhazii." Rivets were a hassle to make in the wild, and the amount of leather they had to work made them nearly essential.
"Very well, you're most qualified to deal with the sharpening, Lorag." Janius handed over a bag of clinking knives that had been collected from the travelling party. "How should we do the rest, Meesei?"
Without any other source of comfort around, Sabine stepped up and embraced Meesei tightly. There was no use arguing about it; Sabine would be going with Meesei away from Peiter whether it was on this journey or a later one. For now, she held on to the naive parts of her mind that hoped that it would still work between herself and her first real love.
The weeks of travel were pleasantly peaceful, if cold. No bandits stopped the pack's path to foolishly assail them this time. There was only a sense of familiarity. After packing away their furs as they arrived in the Heartlands, they regularly hunted to save coin and to sate their beast spirits. It was then that what might have been described as nostalgia came over the pack. Even though it had been only four years, so much had happened that a return to such simple living reminded them of happier times.
It was just what Sabine needed to cheer herself up. It wasn't more than one day after leaving Blackreach that she hugged Ahnasha in camp and cried against her shoulder for half an hour straight. When asked about Peiter during this episode, she did not respond to everything, only shaking or nodding her head. They had not officially 'ended' their relationship, but the conversation they had before separating was likely more theatre to hold onto hope before reality set in. They were unlikely to be the same when they next saw one another.
Fendros, on the other hand, became progressively quieter as the pack approached Cheydinhal. The only time that he could apparently take his mind off things was when he started telling stories to Rhazii about his family and how he was turned. Rhazii eventually asked whether he would meet his aunt, uncle, and grandparents, but Fendros couldn't give an answer more certain than 'maybe' before his expression darkened.
As evidenced by Sabine's mood, Gallus opted not to bring his pack with him. He only brought an Argonian acquaintance who owed him a gambling debt, reasoning that they would move fastest in a pair. Luckily for Gallus, his Argonian guide -- named Cuts-Canes-Faster -- was born in Gideon. His travels to the Bruma clan came with an ill-fated trading career. Thankfully, he knew his way around Black Marsh and was kind company around the camp fire. Gallus was in good hands.
While they were travelling, not two nights went by without Gallus sitting alone quietly, pulling out a long, tattered red feather from his pocket, and combing it back into shape with his fingers. At first glance, the feather looked to be one of Meesei's, but given his mission, it could be inferred where it really came from. That Gallus had carried it all this way was an accomplishment in itself.
The birds sang an upbeat chorus above Ahnasha and Fendros as they walked up a dirt path outside of Cheydinhal. The sun, the green flora, the speckles of flowers, and not least of which the sounds made for a complete contrast with Fendros' mood. He held his head forward, looking to the path and trying not to catch the eyes of anyone else around them. He even had a loose grip on Ahnasha's fingers, as if unsure whether to even display that much affection even though he needed her support. Perhaps it was the shame, but he didn't have to worry about being recognised on the street. He had grown and kept a beard for years that he never would have grown before he found the pack.
They had donned civilised clothes for this occasion, with Fendros in a plain shirt and breeches and Ahnasha in something similar. Despite being so close to his old life, Fendros felt further from reality than in his entire life save for his dreams. The pair eventually came to a fork in the path.
"Well, here we are," Fendros announced without looking up. "Should we go to the temple of the reclamations first, or..." He rubbed the back of his neck and looked up at the Vineyards in the distance. "Or get the hard part over and done with?"
As he lowered his hand from his neck, Fendros' found the guard of his sword and ran his thumb over the crest on the hilt.
Everyone else in the travelling party save for Gallus, Cuts, and Leaps were inside the walls of Cheydinhal in the meantime. The place hadn't changed an awful lot since the last time they were there. The stream still flowed, the market still buzzed, and the statues remained looming. Their task was simple in comparison to Fendros and Ahnasha's.
"Okay, so, to recapitulate," Janius began at the gate, counting off his fingers. "Get our knives sharpened at the smith's grindstone, sell our hides, and..." Janius looked up at the sky and bit the corner of his mouth.
Rhazii half-jumped on the spot. His high voice pealed up in excitement, "Rivets!"
Janius smiled and ruffled the small Cathay-raht's head. "Rivets. You are correct Rhazii." Rivets were a hassle to make in the wild, and the amount of leather they had to work made them nearly essential.
"Very well, you're most qualified to deal with the sharpening, Lorag." Janius handed over a bag of clinking knives that had been collected from the travelling party. "How should we do the rest, Meesei?"
Cool, but keep in mind that the timeline there is not exhaustive. It only pertains to events that are either huge or directly affect the hain population of Galbar.
So, I'm still updating this. I've tried to keep the timelines consistent. Let me know about any discrepancies.
Also, there are still no creation sheets for a calendar, so the dates are still marked as ??
Abridged History of the Hain as a Species:
Also, there are still no creation sheets for a calendar, so the dates are still marked as ??
Abridged History of the Hain as a Species:
I guess so. Where abouts did you want to skip to? Visiting the Avarul vineyard?
I also have another scene I'd like to do with the rest of the pack within Cheydinhal itself. Perhaps we could have them going into own to resupply?
I also have another scene I'd like to do with the rest of the pack within Cheydinhal itself. Perhaps we could have them going into own to resupply?
Sabine still frowned at the floor, but by the way her shoulders lowered slightly, she seemed to be at least somewhat mollified by Meesei's assurances.
"Okay." Sabine murmured.
She took another slow breath in and decided not to worry where there was no point in it. Of course, the next issue was more than willing to come to Sabine's mind instead. She turned her head to peer one eye at the table. "Peiter and I will be away from each other for a long time," she stated. "I do not...know what to do."
Strangely enough, Sabine didn't seem upset about that issue as much as overwhelmed. It was the first long-term relationship that was going to be subject to a long time apart.
Janius gave a conceding nod. "Well, you know your clan better than I, but..." He swigged. "Even though you might not have a pack or a dark brotherhood, that clan's your family now. I'd say their best interests lie in having this war over as fast as can be managed."
Lifting his mug up once more, Janius drained the rest of his ale. He looked at Saras with an amicable smile. "Thanks for that, Saras."
"Okay." Sabine murmured.
She took another slow breath in and decided not to worry where there was no point in it. Of course, the next issue was more than willing to come to Sabine's mind instead. She turned her head to peer one eye at the table. "Peiter and I will be away from each other for a long time," she stated. "I do not...know what to do."
Strangely enough, Sabine didn't seem upset about that issue as much as overwhelmed. It was the first long-term relationship that was going to be subject to a long time apart.
Janius gave a conceding nod. "Well, you know your clan better than I, but..." He swigged. "Even though you might not have a pack or a dark brotherhood, that clan's your family now. I'd say their best interests lie in having this war over as fast as can be managed."
Lifting his mug up once more, Janius drained the rest of his ale. He looked at Saras with an amicable smile. "Thanks for that, Saras."
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Well crap, Ilunabar's bargain point would be taking your beauty away, but on this case things would stay exactly the same.
As of confirmed IC canon. Amartia. I think that's about it.
@Dawnscroll
What has Jvan even been doing?
Ahahahahaha! Ehehehehehehhh...ehhh. Ahem.
She dun threw Vowzra into the gap.
@Antarctic Termite
God fucking damn it. Why does Vestec have so many kids? I swear he has them to further the plot, HERESY I tell you! HERESY!
He's the douchebag jerk boyfriend that everyone regrets being with but he's more confident than any other man in the pantheon, so his poon-tally is the highest. It's just science.
Sabine reached one forearm around her back and held onto her other arm. She answered in a flat, quiet voice, as she did when anxious. "There was a flood recently. She is okay. She lost some expensive stock. She said she would recover after a few months." Sabine made eye contact with Meesei. "She often talks about things as if they are not as bad as they are. I think she is having more difficulty than she has told me."
While the change of subject seemed sudden, the new topic certainly piqued Janius' interest. "Is that so?" he asked. After tilting his head in an acknowledging gesture, he looked to the children and continued. "Well, you sound like you'd be quite the asset. Meesei's looking for the best and you've had more experience than probably anyone else that we could find." He sipped and turned his eyes to Saras. "Do you have reservations about being the spymaster?"
While the change of subject seemed sudden, the new topic certainly piqued Janius' interest. "Is that so?" he asked. After tilting his head in an acknowledging gesture, he looked to the children and continued. "Well, you sound like you'd be quite the asset. Meesei's looking for the best and you've had more experience than probably anyone else that we could find." He sipped and turned his eyes to Saras. "Do you have reservations about being the spymaster?"
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