@Antarctic Termite Neat! Now, if you could huff at this chloroform for a few minutes...
By the way, are the Tlaca human or hain?
By the way, are the Tlaca human or hain?
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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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P.S. Not having breakfast can make you weary. That's for sure!
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Janius couldn't help but smile at Julan's enthusiasm. Rhazii approached as well, following Julan, but he only walked. Still, he had a curious frown.
"Son, your mother and I have decided that we're going to visit Aurana and your grandparents today." Janius said without any hesitation. "Now, we'll be talking to Aurana first to try and help her stand up for herself, but we are then going to try and convince mother and father to allow her more freedom. Now, this won't be a happy...social visit. You can come along if you want to, but be warned that this is going to be a little risky, and perhaps rather unpleasant. Father and I are likely to get into an argument. I would not wish his wrath upon you."
Rhazii reluctantly raised a finger. "Can I come along?"
"We'll be explaining the situation to your parents, Rhazii," Janius explained. "If they are comfortable with it, and if Julan is too, you can come. However...this may be more of a blood family matter."
"Okay," Rhazii said slowly. He glanced to one side, confused.
Janius sighed as he realised he was perhaps the only one within a few metres that understood what he was talking about. "What I mean to say is that my family is not informed about us as a...group being family." The guards were still nearby. "They may find it strange for you to be there, even if you befriended aunt Aurana like Julan did."
Rhazii's mouth twitched. He nodded, mostly disappointed.
Janius returned his attention to Julan. "What would you like to do, Julan? Are you coming with us?"
Lunise complied with Meesei without question. Though still stern, no hint of comfort in her demeanour spoke of experience with such spells.
The drop was unexpected. Lunise might have landed properly if she wasn't holding onto Meesei's hand so tightly. She yelped in surprise just before dropping hands and knees onto a dry wooden floor. The temperature had notably warmed, the colours too -- the yellow sun brought the room they landed within to full vision.
It was a relatively small space. Dusty and cosy. One painted door lead in and out. The walls were smooth yellow stone, the floors were in lines of old and scraped wooden boards, and the ceiling was steeply vaulted, to the point where the side walls were relatively short for Altmer architecture. They were on the top floor of whatever structure this was. Apart from the barrels stored upright against it -- the apparent obstruction -- the window drew the eye next. It was a large symbol of tear-shaped panes, bordered with the regular black of stained glass, though this had no colour to it. Beyond the expansive window was the cloistered garden Lunise had envisioned. Apart from a different texture on the topiary and a pair of Altmer in long robes walking across it, the yard was identical to Lunise's memory. The balustrade was from a balcony that extended a step beyond the window.
Lunise stood up slower than Meesei, groaning. "They removed my old desk, I see. And my bed." She brushed off the lower portion of her uniform. "At least this place is as secluded as I remember it." Her head rose to see the view from the window and she froze. Her initial words may have indicated the spell's success, though only now did her face relax and her eyes widen in realisation of where she was. "This is Alinor," she breathed. "This is home."
"Son, your mother and I have decided that we're going to visit Aurana and your grandparents today." Janius said without any hesitation. "Now, we'll be talking to Aurana first to try and help her stand up for herself, but we are then going to try and convince mother and father to allow her more freedom. Now, this won't be a happy...social visit. You can come along if you want to, but be warned that this is going to be a little risky, and perhaps rather unpleasant. Father and I are likely to get into an argument. I would not wish his wrath upon you."
Rhazii reluctantly raised a finger. "Can I come along?"
"We'll be explaining the situation to your parents, Rhazii," Janius explained. "If they are comfortable with it, and if Julan is too, you can come. However...this may be more of a blood family matter."
"Okay," Rhazii said slowly. He glanced to one side, confused.
Janius sighed as he realised he was perhaps the only one within a few metres that understood what he was talking about. "What I mean to say is that my family is not informed about us as a...group being family." The guards were still nearby. "They may find it strange for you to be there, even if you befriended aunt Aurana like Julan did."
Rhazii's mouth twitched. He nodded, mostly disappointed.
Janius returned his attention to Julan. "What would you like to do, Julan? Are you coming with us?"
Lunise complied with Meesei without question. Though still stern, no hint of comfort in her demeanour spoke of experience with such spells.
The drop was unexpected. Lunise might have landed properly if she wasn't holding onto Meesei's hand so tightly. She yelped in surprise just before dropping hands and knees onto a dry wooden floor. The temperature had notably warmed, the colours too -- the yellow sun brought the room they landed within to full vision.
It was a relatively small space. Dusty and cosy. One painted door lead in and out. The walls were smooth yellow stone, the floors were in lines of old and scraped wooden boards, and the ceiling was steeply vaulted, to the point where the side walls were relatively short for Altmer architecture. They were on the top floor of whatever structure this was. Apart from the barrels stored upright against it -- the apparent obstruction -- the window drew the eye next. It was a large symbol of tear-shaped panes, bordered with the regular black of stained glass, though this had no colour to it. Beyond the expansive window was the cloistered garden Lunise had envisioned. Apart from a different texture on the topiary and a pair of Altmer in long robes walking across it, the yard was identical to Lunise's memory. The balustrade was from a balcony that extended a step beyond the window.
Lunise stood up slower than Meesei, groaning. "They removed my old desk, I see. And my bed." She brushed off the lower portion of her uniform. "At least this place is as secluded as I remember it." Her head rose to see the view from the window and she froze. Her initial words may have indicated the spell's success, though only now did her face relax and her eyes widen in realisation of where she was. "This is Alinor," she breathed. "This is home."
@Cyclone Congratulations!
I've always had it in my head to try and fist bump the chancellor when he hands me the parchment rather than shake his hand. I have a feeling that he would just die from confusion at these newfangled whippersnappers, though.
I've always had it in my head to try and fist bump the chancellor when he hands me the parchment rather than shake his hand. I have a feeling that he would just die from confusion at these newfangled whippersnappers, though.
A quest for those sword shards would also be a good plot hook for the likes of Conata if she ever found herself in that end of the world.
Not so much inside anymore. In the last Toun/Teknall/Jvan collab, Chiral Phi specifically mentioned that even if Zephyrion gets pissed at Jvan for making the entropites, she's tough enough that she could weather whatever 'angle grinder's he pulls on her.
In the collab, I commented that mentioning the power tool in a turn of phrase seemed a bit anachronistic. It turned out it wasn't, really, because Teknall has a workshop full of power tools.
Chiral Phi is a character that trolls me almost as much as she trolls Toun, basically.
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Is all this talk of angle grinders some sort of inside joke that I wasn't privy to?
Not so much inside anymore. In the last Toun/Teknall/Jvan collab, Chiral Phi specifically mentioned that even if Zephyrion gets pissed at Jvan for making the entropites, she's tough enough that she could weather whatever 'angle grinder's he pulls on her.
In the collab, I commented that mentioning the power tool in a turn of phrase seemed a bit anachronistic. It turned out it wasn't, really, because Teknall has a workshop full of power tools.
Chiral Phi is a character that trolls me almost as much as she trolls Toun, basically.
"I don't see why not. It's a little far-fetched, but it's the best we've got. Better than telling them the truth, honestly." Janius stood up from his seat. "Let's find Kaj-Julan, then. I'm not sure if it'll be appropriate for Rhazii to come, even if he wants to. We should let Ahnasha and Fendros know what's happening before we invite him along."
Janius stretched his arms up. "They went to the courtyard, right? Let's go."
With her hanging hand, Lunise brought a yellow light to her palm and placed it on Meesei's upper arm. Her magicka flowed into Meesei to fuel the spell before them.
As time went on and it consumed more and more of their magicka, Lunise had to slow the rate at which she was donating her own reserves. Meesei just kept on sending more in. While Lunise knew of Meesei's power, seeing it measured in this way brought the scale of it to bear. She wasn't budging where any other mage would begin to struggle. It detracted from the captivating spectacle of the spell itself.
Lunise's brow lowered. "Meesei? Are you quite alright?" She asked.
Meesei's ease at explaining it all after the spell was done gave as much of an answer as Lunise needed. Lunise resisted any reaction to her last comment except to look at Meesei with low eyelids and huff through her nose.
Her eyes found the orb once more. She readjusted her posture with determination. "Very well. Do not distract me."
After a moment with her eyes closed to finalise her memory, Lunise stepped past Meesei and placed her hand on the orb. She visualised a cloistered yard bordered with from repeating arrays of high, pointed arches, stained-glass windows, and curved-sloping roofs. In the centre was a burbling fountain made from mosaics hued with lapis lazuli coloured gloss. Perfect green topiary trees pointed into the sky, barely a few metres high and exactly identical, lining the edges. Shapes of green grass were hemmed in by pathways made from a white-yellow stone. Their bricks fit so flush together that it almost looked solid in the light of the sun peeking over the cloister walls and through the windows. In the foreground of Lunise's memory was the frame of a window and a balustrade made from the same yellow stone as the rest of the structure.
Janius stretched his arms up. "They went to the courtyard, right? Let's go."
With her hanging hand, Lunise brought a yellow light to her palm and placed it on Meesei's upper arm. Her magicka flowed into Meesei to fuel the spell before them.
As time went on and it consumed more and more of their magicka, Lunise had to slow the rate at which she was donating her own reserves. Meesei just kept on sending more in. While Lunise knew of Meesei's power, seeing it measured in this way brought the scale of it to bear. She wasn't budging where any other mage would begin to struggle. It detracted from the captivating spectacle of the spell itself.
Lunise's brow lowered. "Meesei? Are you quite alright?" She asked.
Meesei's ease at explaining it all after the spell was done gave as much of an answer as Lunise needed. Lunise resisted any reaction to her last comment except to look at Meesei with low eyelids and huff through her nose.
Her eyes found the orb once more. She readjusted her posture with determination. "Very well. Do not distract me."
After a moment with her eyes closed to finalise her memory, Lunise stepped past Meesei and placed her hand on the orb. She visualised a cloistered yard bordered with from repeating arrays of high, pointed arches, stained-glass windows, and curved-sloping roofs. In the centre was a burbling fountain made from mosaics hued with lapis lazuli coloured gloss. Perfect green topiary trees pointed into the sky, barely a few metres high and exactly identical, lining the edges. Shapes of green grass were hemmed in by pathways made from a white-yellow stone. Their bricks fit so flush together that it almost looked solid in the light of the sun peeking over the cloister walls and through the windows. In the foreground of Lunise's memory was the frame of a window and a balustrade made from the same yellow stone as the rest of the structure.
TFW people make big IC posts, and everyone is talking about them, but it's late and I have assignments and practise to do and need to sleep some time too.
That feel is one shared in this heart too, brother.
@Antarctic Termite I was about to call an intervention on you for such a fast IC post.
Also YES I KNOW ANGLE GRINDERS ARE CANON. I'M OVER IT I SWEAR.
"I appreciate it, love." Janius closed his hand around Kaleeth's. "I think we should let Julan decide for himself. I'll explain to him what it is going to be like, because it is unlikely to be a pleasant meeting like when he saw Fendros' parents. He's still young, but he's old enough to understand that much. We ought to give him this chance."
Lunise tilted her head and gave a nod. "Very well. I know somewhere appropriate." She let one arm hang free. "On fashion, your first mistake was trying. Even I default to a uniform that no one can question. Alinor's standards are such that to make you fashionable would make you a novelty as an Argonian. A pet to parade around." Lunise maintained her frown. Any intention of humour was impossible to confirm. "Fortunately, the dress does not fully suit you." She sniffed. "The blue clashes."
Lunise took three steps towards Meesei before stopping and darting her eyes unsurely. "I will require your instruction if we are to leave now."
Lunise tilted her head and gave a nod. "Very well. I know somewhere appropriate." She let one arm hang free. "On fashion, your first mistake was trying. Even I default to a uniform that no one can question. Alinor's standards are such that to make you fashionable would make you a novelty as an Argonian. A pet to parade around." Lunise maintained her frown. Any intention of humour was impossible to confirm. "Fortunately, the dress does not fully suit you." She sniffed. "The blue clashes."
Lunise took three steps towards Meesei before stopping and darting her eyes unsurely. "I will require your instruction if we are to leave now."
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I see. Then how would a village react to a firbeling? Not that I can't work around this, but I'm curios as to how far this aversion goes.
They would probably try to cut it up and/or drive it away. Even without the Jvanic aversion influencing them, fibrelings are notorious for poaching and torturing hain to death for fun. However, Violet is probably smart enough to disguise herself as a piece of clothing to go by unnoticed.
Keep in mind, that's just for a fibreling. The Jvanic aversion is not necessarily a murderous one. Every hain has to face their aversion directly in adolescence during their second hatching, so they can tolerate a Jvanic presence to an extent. It just an amplified creepiness and nausea that they feel when seeing, hearing, touching, or otherwise sensing it. They prefer not to have it in their daily lives, but only a minority of tribes actively hunt down and destroy it where they can find it.
Take a sculptor, for instance. Hain will readily tolerate a sculptor living nearby as they are useful translators, traders, sages, and such. The sculptors will always be pariahs and will probably not be welcome to stay within their communities, but they won't be killed. The ostracism will have been especially reinforced after the blinding purge, as the realta specifically targeted Jvanic things as a priority.
"Mhm, you're right," Janius agreed. "It will be a surprise if they don't get angry, but you are right."
Janius let down his mug and leaned forward, chin on fists. "It'll be Harald answering the door, so we may be able to see Aurana privately before confronting our parents. We can let her know what we want to do, and then go see mother and father. As for what we want to do at all, well...I'd like to address Aurana's problems as early as we can to lower the chances that I get into an argument with father about something else. Having us around will be enough to get their attention. We should allow Aurana to speak for herself with us supporting her, I think."
Lunise stopped in her tracks at the door. Her stony frown was disturbed by a flash of surprise in her eyes when they spotted Meesei's clothing. "Good afternoon," she said, somewhat curtly. Clasping her hands behind her back, she twisted to look behind her, and then around to scan the rest of the barracks. Her eyes softened upon confirming it empty. "I wish to take you up on your offer, if it is still agreeable to you."
Lunise's lips tightened and relaxed. "I admit it is not usual that I see you in a dress. Why the change?"
Janius let down his mug and leaned forward, chin on fists. "It'll be Harald answering the door, so we may be able to see Aurana privately before confronting our parents. We can let her know what we want to do, and then go see mother and father. As for what we want to do at all, well...I'd like to address Aurana's problems as early as we can to lower the chances that I get into an argument with father about something else. Having us around will be enough to get their attention. We should allow Aurana to speak for herself with us supporting her, I think."
Lunise stopped in her tracks at the door. Her stony frown was disturbed by a flash of surprise in her eyes when they spotted Meesei's clothing. "Good afternoon," she said, somewhat curtly. Clasping her hands behind her back, she twisted to look behind her, and then around to scan the rest of the barracks. Her eyes softened upon confirming it empty. "I wish to take you up on your offer, if it is still agreeable to you."
Lunise's lips tightened and relaxed. "I admit it is not usual that I see you in a dress. Why the change?"
@Slime It's mainly just hain and plants and animals that have an aversion to Jvan. As for names, pick whatever you like. I've only roughly defined the phonetics for hain in Yorum.
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