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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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For all the extra work that was being put in, the morning was more subdued than Fendros expected. Just about everyone had something to do, but with how small the wedding was, there wasn't the stress of keeping track of hundreds of things at once. The last wedding he had been to was in the Eight Divines temple in Cheydinhal, celebrating some family friends. The lead up to that was something that Fendros expected an imperial general would have trouble organising.
After a light breakfast, Fendros decided to get started early and try out Sabine's little gifts. He bathed downstream from Meesei cleaning their clothing, fussing over his appearance more than he probably needed to. As opposed to Ahnasha, he wanted to look the part to give her a treat as much as looking respectable to everyone else. With how his mother's eyes were, he would have to rely on the 'nice smell' that Sabine provided. Thankfully, it was just that; a handsome perfume.
Over by the campfire, Janius had a pin sticking out of his mouth and was sewing a patch onto a pair of breeches when Lorag spoke. His eyes and brow went up for a moment, finding no confirmation that he was being addressed. Still, a couple of seconds of silence compelled Janius to respond.
"You mean Harriet?" Janius paused his mumble to take the pins out from between his lips. "She says she's a stronghold Orc, and she's a tough one. If nothing else, that ought to rub off on the child." Janius looked down to his work again. "What do you think?"
After a light breakfast, Fendros decided to get started early and try out Sabine's little gifts. He bathed downstream from Meesei cleaning their clothing, fussing over his appearance more than he probably needed to. As opposed to Ahnasha, he wanted to look the part to give her a treat as much as looking respectable to everyone else. With how his mother's eyes were, he would have to rely on the 'nice smell' that Sabine provided. Thankfully, it was just that; a handsome perfume.
Over by the campfire, Janius had a pin sticking out of his mouth and was sewing a patch onto a pair of breeches when Lorag spoke. His eyes and brow went up for a moment, finding no confirmation that he was being addressed. Still, a couple of seconds of silence compelled Janius to respond.
"You mean Harriet?" Janius paused his mumble to take the pins out from between his lips. "She says she's a stronghold Orc, and she's a tough one. If nothing else, that ought to rub off on the child." Janius looked down to his work again. "What do you think?"
All good. G'night!
The end of my post doesn't have to have a scene if Ahnasha's reaction wouldn't elicit it.
I had nothing much else planned before the ceremony. If you just wanted to skip to that, you can summarise the preparations your characters make before then and I'll catch up my characters to the temple.
I had nothing much else planned before the ceremony. If you just wanted to skip to that, you can summarise the preparations your characters make before then and I'll catch up my characters to the temple.
Janius shook his head with futility. "I can't stop you from reading it, Meesei, but I am with Lorag on this one. We are dealing with a daedric prince that could turn on you and us at any point." Janius held both his hands forward for emphasis. "He knows what we are doing, he probably knows of your condition, and he knows where our home is. If things go badly for us, he has all he needs to switch sides at the snap of his fingers."
"Janius, Lorag," Gallus tried to intervene. "I understand your worries, but this is a war. It's up to all of us to be vigilant of when and where an action is appropriate. This book, as you say Janius, is a risk if we are likely to be betrayed." He switched his eyes between Lorag and Janius and brought a flat hand up. "For that reason, it should not be kept for a last resort. We should use it how we can while it is appropriate to do so, and this was as good an opportunity as we will ever have."
Gallus' attention went to Meesei. "That said, Lorag raises a good point. We can't afford to have something insidious happen to you without realising it, champion. If and when you try reading this again, please keep us informed, for your sake and for ours. I know that you know the risks in dealing with daedra."
Ahnasha and Fendros' visit to the temple of the reclamations was cautious at first. They approached the head priest with a request to speak with him in private, to which there were suspicious looks at Ahnasha, but no hostility. Once behind closed doors, the head priest proved to be surprisingly open-minded about their situation. According to him, he had never wedded a Dunmer to a Khajiit before, but it was not the first time he had performed the ceremony for other mixed-race couples.
Being aware of Fendros' family, the priest asked that Fendros and Ahnasha answer a number of questions before he agreed to marry them. The questions occasionally broached topics that skirted the borderlines of personal information without crossing them, but mainly stuck with the nature of their relationship. It was a respectful conversation and Fendros had no reason to lie, except to omit the details about lycanthropy. Regardless, he had to cover a few details with the manufactured 'hunting supplies shop' story that they had fed Ahnasha's parents.
It wasn't until after they left that Fendros realised that the priest was merely making sure that he and Ahnasha were not marrying one another on a whim or against their will, while at the same time trying to predict how the marriage would last. The priest was surprisingly good at hiding it.
In the end, the priest appeared satisfied and moved on to what the ceremony would involve. It was an exchange of vows, similar to a marriage under the divines, though with a suitably Dunmer bent towards ancestors, ashes, and other such themes. Before the sun completely set, they left with the priest promising a quiet service at the altars and enough room for their expected guests. Fendros' family included.
The accepting nature of the priest left Fendros in a pleasant mood. In contrast to his approach of the vineyard, he held onto Ahnasha's hand confidently. He stood so devoid of shame for being with her that it could be interpreted as outward pride. He even pushed at her with some playfulness, which turned into a small contest on the way back to camp of who could trip the other up into the grass. Fendros had an advantage over Ahnasha in her dress. Sharing that laugh put a capstone on the day that couldn't be dulled by anything.
Wasn't even dulled by the news of Meesei's sojourn into Apocrypha. However, hearing about Harriet and her daughter -- Lorag's daughter, allegedly -- was quite the surprise. Attempts to get through to Lorag were about as successful as Janius' attempts earlier that day.
A curiosity visited Ahnasha's bedroll when she returned to her tent. Two small glass flasks, a circular wooden receptacle, and a tiny glass tube stoppered with a cork laid on the surface. Each was labelled with Sabine's jagged Cyrodilic handwriting; 'Fur I', 'Fur II', 'Hands', 'Nice Smell'. Each one had a scent that vividly brought back memories of Ariel's alchemy shop and its various cosmetics. Fendros had similar substances stored on his side of the bedroll, but with 'Fur' replaced by 'Hair' and with different smells altogether.
Fendros was playing with the children and had not noticed his yet. Sabine ate dinner in silence by the fire, not taking any notice of either of them.
"Janius, Lorag," Gallus tried to intervene. "I understand your worries, but this is a war. It's up to all of us to be vigilant of when and where an action is appropriate. This book, as you say Janius, is a risk if we are likely to be betrayed." He switched his eyes between Lorag and Janius and brought a flat hand up. "For that reason, it should not be kept for a last resort. We should use it how we can while it is appropriate to do so, and this was as good an opportunity as we will ever have."
Gallus' attention went to Meesei. "That said, Lorag raises a good point. We can't afford to have something insidious happen to you without realising it, champion. If and when you try reading this again, please keep us informed, for your sake and for ours. I know that you know the risks in dealing with daedra."
Ahnasha and Fendros' visit to the temple of the reclamations was cautious at first. They approached the head priest with a request to speak with him in private, to which there were suspicious looks at Ahnasha, but no hostility. Once behind closed doors, the head priest proved to be surprisingly open-minded about their situation. According to him, he had never wedded a Dunmer to a Khajiit before, but it was not the first time he had performed the ceremony for other mixed-race couples.
Being aware of Fendros' family, the priest asked that Fendros and Ahnasha answer a number of questions before he agreed to marry them. The questions occasionally broached topics that skirted the borderlines of personal information without crossing them, but mainly stuck with the nature of their relationship. It was a respectful conversation and Fendros had no reason to lie, except to omit the details about lycanthropy. Regardless, he had to cover a few details with the manufactured 'hunting supplies shop' story that they had fed Ahnasha's parents.
It wasn't until after they left that Fendros realised that the priest was merely making sure that he and Ahnasha were not marrying one another on a whim or against their will, while at the same time trying to predict how the marriage would last. The priest was surprisingly good at hiding it.
In the end, the priest appeared satisfied and moved on to what the ceremony would involve. It was an exchange of vows, similar to a marriage under the divines, though with a suitably Dunmer bent towards ancestors, ashes, and other such themes. Before the sun completely set, they left with the priest promising a quiet service at the altars and enough room for their expected guests. Fendros' family included.
The accepting nature of the priest left Fendros in a pleasant mood. In contrast to his approach of the vineyard, he held onto Ahnasha's hand confidently. He stood so devoid of shame for being with her that it could be interpreted as outward pride. He even pushed at her with some playfulness, which turned into a small contest on the way back to camp of who could trip the other up into the grass. Fendros had an advantage over Ahnasha in her dress. Sharing that laugh put a capstone on the day that couldn't be dulled by anything.
Wasn't even dulled by the news of Meesei's sojourn into Apocrypha. However, hearing about Harriet and her daughter -- Lorag's daughter, allegedly -- was quite the surprise. Attempts to get through to Lorag were about as successful as Janius' attempts earlier that day.
A curiosity visited Ahnasha's bedroll when she returned to her tent. Two small glass flasks, a circular wooden receptacle, and a tiny glass tube stoppered with a cork laid on the surface. Each was labelled with Sabine's jagged Cyrodilic handwriting; 'Fur I', 'Fur II', 'Hands', 'Nice Smell'. Each one had a scent that vividly brought back memories of Ariel's alchemy shop and its various cosmetics. Fendros had similar substances stored on his side of the bedroll, but with 'Fur' replaced by 'Hair' and with different smells altogether.
Fendros was playing with the children and had not noticed his yet. Sabine ate dinner in silence by the fire, not taking any notice of either of them.
It's a few months before this will take effect, but collabers take note:
http://blog.titanpad.com/2016/11/shutting-down-titanpad_12.html
http://blog.titanpad.com/2016/11/shutting-down-titanpad_12.html
The group stood staring at the seeker for an awkward while.
"That...is certainly unique," Gallus echoed.
Whereas most daedra were some form of terrifying, this seeker was the first any of them had seen that they would describe as truly foreign. Other daedra conformed to familiar shapes. This seeker looked more at home in a dark abyss where nothing should be seen. Those that had seen the book open for the first time back in the Bruma clanhome felt a small degree of deja vu.
The presence of the seeker was distracting, but the relative calm of the situation had Janius face Meesei with his some worry. "Meesei, I trust your judgement, but I wish you would have told us about this before you tried it." He gestured to Sabine. "It gave us quite a scare."
"That...is certainly unique," Gallus echoed.
Whereas most daedra were some form of terrifying, this seeker was the first any of them had seen that they would describe as truly foreign. Other daedra conformed to familiar shapes. This seeker looked more at home in a dark abyss where nothing should be seen. Those that had seen the book open for the first time back in the Bruma clanhome felt a small degree of deja vu.
The presence of the seeker was distracting, but the relative calm of the situation had Janius face Meesei with his some worry. "Meesei, I trust your judgement, but I wish you would have told us about this before you tried it." He gestured to Sabine. "It gave us quite a scare."
Yeah, my report wasn't comprehensive. There are plenty of areas of interest, I tried to focus on just the civilisations and I even missed some of those -_-. At least Cunningham's law still works on this small scale.
Parallel dimension is a bit of a stretch. Dimension where nothing is beholden to sense and physics and is full of monstrosities that want to eat reality is more accurate.
Gods generally have to team up to fix holes between the Gap and reality. Handle with care.
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- Speaking of various dimensions, there's this void called the Gap that exists as something like a parallel dimension to Galbar's. Sometimes it can connect and very strange things happen. It's mostly Jvan (and Vowzra too, before his death) that mess with such things.
Parallel dimension is a bit of a stretch. Dimension where nothing is beholden to sense and physics and is full of monstrosities that want to eat reality is more accurate.
Gods generally have to team up to fix holes between the Gap and reality. Handle with care.
@Kho
Oh, so I'm not accepted yet? My bad, I guess I misunderstood the situation and jumped the gun a bit.
I'm trying to get a basic idea of what the world looks like currently; Yes knowing how it got like this would be kind of important, but how would you sum up the world that Farxus has just been born into?
In a word, wounded.
We've been in a sort-of early bronze age for a time. Most major civilisations are along ot near the ironheart mountains:
Alefpria (OP diety-invested city state with Lifprasilians, multispecies). Attacked by a few realta that were pushed back.
The major Rovaick tribes (the biggest of which are lead by Sularn who is spreading the word of Toun. They also have Teknall's daughter Conata, who's helping them get more metal than they are capable of getting normally because that's her thing). These folks were hit hard by realta and are beginning to consolidate.
Xerxes (A city-state that sprung up and down a bunch very quickly. Is currently occupied by multiple demigods and a hero and will likely host a battle soon. In the meantime, the population is being manipulated into destructive hedonism by their leader, Amartia).
Valley of Peace (Niciel's angel utopia. You are compelled not to be violent there. Only angels live there, except for maybe a few hain, circumstances unknown). I'm not sure if realta have attacked here.
Across the shimmering sea to the Mahd river is:
Vetros (A not-egyptabylossyiakkad brought up by our favourite god of change before he got imprisoned and released as a Zen master or something. Doing pretty well due to minimal meddling. Currently houses a mortal version of Belruarc for various reasons). These guys have been relatively safe from realta.
Horse people (there's a steppe. Go figure).
Moving on further is the land-bridge between the white ocean and the Jvanic ocean, Mesathelassa. Varying degrees of realta attacks have hit them:
Most of that area, starting from the north and taking up the majority of the land are established hain tribes.
Moving further south sees hain and humans mingling in growing small civilisations with varying degrees of tension.
Most of the south is purely made up of humans after that.
On the north-eastern corner of the white ocean, just above Mesathelassa, is a region called Yorum. That has a bunch of small hain city states that have been thrown into disarray by realta attacks. They are new in the lore as I only just introduced them in my latest post.
Global matters are easy to summarise:
Wandering everywhere are the occasional creature twisted by the voice of Jvan (it's technically a kind of virus that only activates under certain conditions, but never you mind). These strange creatures are called Sculptors. Sculptors wander around making eldritch artworks and being whimsical and stuff. They are not widely trusted and often ostracised by hain and nonintellingent life because of Vowzra gave them natural aversion to Jvanic stuff. However, they are masters of language, making them great interpreters. See their sheet for more details.
Most uncharted portions of Galbar are more likely to be inhabited by hain than by humans due to being spread out more and having a head start.
Also wandering around the place, with a close relationship to hain tribes, are urtelem. These walking boulders have grown a bit of a culture since their original creation sheet. Jvan gave them this crazy sign language and now they are kinda nomadic, but they still take care of hain tribes.
The big current affair is Logos' invasion of Galbar. He's swapped in, bashed up Jvan, and set his plasma atronach servant things called realta to burn everything Jvanic, no matter the collateral. Teknall and his robot avatar have begun to push them away and Lifprasil wants to try diplomacy. Many have died already, more has been scorched to ruins. It's a developing situation.
Coming along with this invasion have been outbreaks of a transmuting crystal called acalya. These have been dotted around Galbar and are spreading to various degrees. It's basically a slow, sparkly, crystalline grey goo that's transforming everything into itself. A few people are trying to push it back, but some outbreaks are getting less attention than they really should.
This has been Muttonhawk, reporting for Divinus News Network.
This'll be good timing. There's recently been a certain invasion of burny things that has caused a lot of death in a short space of time. That might feed into your starting post if you're accepted.
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