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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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Well, if you compare it to most tabletop systems, it's actually pretty simple and interpretive mechanics-wise. It's just the lore that's exploded.

Really, as long as you keep the mindset of 'collaborate for the sake of a cool story' rather than 'win the game,' there are few places you can go wrong.
I've been awake for probably around thirty hours at this point. The good news is that I succeeded in that task I was doing with enough coherence to make a post! Now I get to look forward to tomorrow, where I start the next-highest thing on my list of priorities for this last week of semester...
Llarasa stood up despite Ahnasha's offer. "I don't think she'll be doing that, but I'll go and keep an eye out." Llarasa wafted her fingers towards Ahnasha. "You stay put..." her eyes caught Monderyn. "You never got to catch up."

It was unclear what Monderyn was thinking. He seemed distracted enough that he only acknowledged Llarasa with a fleeting glance. He returned to frowning at the one arm he had on the table.

Fendros seemed to adopt a similar demeanour for a short while. There was hope with his mother yet, but not nearly enough to show excitement. He greeted Monderyn with sigh and broke the silence. "It's been a while, brother."

Monderyn softly grunted behind his frown.

"Look, I regret what happened in the inn..."

"Don't worry about that," Monderyn spoke over him and shook his head. After another short silence, he swallow in frustration and curled his hand into a fist. "I don't know what to do, Fendros. There is so much happening at once." Monderyn finally looked up at Fendros with something of a pleading face. "We separated on such bad terms, but I'll swallow all that, I've been scared for mother. I don't want whatever poor taste we left in each other's mouths to get in the way of making sure she's well," Monderyn looked past them both with wide and spoke as if he was finishing a chore. "So, while you're here, I have to say sorry. I was just...back then, at the inn, I was so angry at everything that I was losing myself. Finding you was the kick back into reality that I needed." He let out an exasperated breath, ashamed enough to go dark blue on the ears. "Many things have happened since. That apology goes to you, too, Ahnasha. I don't expect you to forgive me, but I was in a dark spot and I regret what I did."

There was a creak in a floorboard elsewhere in the house, likely caused by Llarasa. It caused Monderyn to stop speaking and hold his lips shut.



Harriet's abdomen flinched as Meesei led up to the command word. After a second, she resumed her potato peeling. "I'll try to stay away from Daedra, then," Harriet murmured, trying to play off the brief moment of surprise.

With that, Harriet didn't initiate any further conversation.



Janius raised a hand. "Never said it had to."

There was a moment where Janius observed the people around them, thinking. "Tell you what, since you're so worked up about it, why don't you think of it like Harriet is pulling your leg and call the bluff?" Janius raised his shoulders to be non-committal. "You don't have to bluster at her about treachery and all that, but if you let it bother you any more, you may as well be treating it like she's telling the truth."
I'm sorry that I haven't put up a post. The reason I'm up late is that it's the last official week of the semester and I have to re-write a lot of code to get something working. I'll probably be wrecked by tomorrow, so I don't know when exactly my next post will be.
I think, before the IC even kicked off, the characters demolished the nine-point alignment system with all the conventional arguments against it.

To be honest, the 'dysfunctional family' system works much better at representing this pantheon.
Greetings, fellow deities. I look forward to work with you all and-

<Snipped quote by Lauder>

BRING IT, FAGGET!


Having recently slogged through Heaven's Feel against my better standards and judgement, this is fine.

Tell us, suspiciously regarded stranger, what would you like to play as if the GMs are merciful enough to let you in?

Some advice: You may not want to read through the entire IC, but the character tab is incredibly rich with information.
Ahnasha's answer gave Fendros time to rebalance and calm. He was once again glad to have her with him. Unfortunately, for all the time Calia gave Ahnasha to speak, her expression did not change far from stern.

"I will speak in simple terms, not to insult you, but to be upfront and specific," Calia said. "You are Khajiit. We are Dunmer. We do not marry Khajiit, we do not make children with Khajiit. Our bloodlines are too sacred to muddy in such ways. Unless Hircine sees fit to transform you into a Dunmer, your worship of that him shall never change that fact."

There was a moment of apparent finality, interrupted by the looking around of both Llarasa and -- surprisingly -- Monderyn.

Monderyn spoke first. "Mother, you're angry," he said, putting a hand on her forearm. "You can't change what's already happened. Can't you just try to accept this?"

Fendros peered to Monderyn with surprise at how calm he was.

"Please don't hold contempt, mother. Monderyn's right," Llarasa urged. "This is like how you were with father when Fendros left. Please don't put yourself through that pain again."

Calia stared at the wall behind Llarasa for a few seconds. Fendros' eyes flicked to her and he noticed a way he might be able to appeal to her.

"Look, mother, you and Ahnasha might have more in common than you think," Fendros said in a low voice. "We've been able to live more than ever because of each other, and not just because of the love, but because of the thing's we've seen. We've spoken to Daedric princes, we've gone to the corners of the continent and back." Fendros opened his palms. "I know you're upset, but I still love you, mother. I don't want to push you away and I don't want you to push me away. Even if you don't like how things turned out, this is me now, with my fiancee. I know you can choose to see the good in it. Please."

Calia's stern face remained, but her shoulders lowered with a quiet outward breath. Carefully, but without struggle, she put her fingers to the table and stood up from her chair. She stood for a second longer before speaking. "I am fatigued." Her voice was flat. "I need to lie down."

Monderyn offered to take Calia's arm as she turned to leave, but she carefully brushed him off. She navigated by sliding her hand along the wall and shuffled out of the room. She didn't stop for any words.



Harriet's eyes went down. "Nah," she mumbled and shook her head. "Don't worry about it."

Without any further words, Harriet turned back around to the bench, produced a paring knife from a basket within reach, and quietly began to peel the potatoes in front of her. She didn't even ask for Meesei to leave, much less further acknowledge her existence.



"Hey, you might be right about Harriet, but that 'kid' doesn't deserve that," Janius quickly responded. "Look, it's probably not yours. Knowing Harriet, she's probably just trying to save her own skin. But still..." Janius dipped his head to one side. "Say it was your daughter, what would you want do to?"
Fair enough. I think fathoming ten thousand utes crushed into a seven metre sphere and wondering how heavy it is was beginning to break my brain. I never really learned the gravity maths.

Was it intentional that they're about as dense as iron, @Antarctic Termite? That's actually kinda neat.
...consequently weigh easily over ten thousand metric tonnes.


Ten million kilograms, huh?

Hey @BBeast, semi-joking question. Would ophanim exert noticeable gravity?
@Vec Times like those I just think to myself that I'm glad to not be roleplaying on the Minecraft forums anymore.
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