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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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Oh Chiral Phi, you card, you ;)
Lunise turned her eyes to the ground and raised her brow. While taking a deep breath through her nose to think of a response, Fendros spoke up.

"Have a seat. You don't need to stand away from us." Fendros beckoned Lunise over.

For an uncertain moment, Lunise stood holding her breath. She glided forward in no hurry and lowered herself to join the group, even if her clean dress did not fit exactly with the practical or absent clothing of the pack around her. "Rimmen is..." She twisted her head once the word came to her. "...a project. Currently, it is a thriving, if middling, trade city. Though there are occasional issues with skooma traffickers, it is a fine example of assimilation into the dominion." Lunise's tone began to swipe around like her professional self again. "We turned it from a discontent hotbed of rebellious thought to a positive contributor to Anequina. It is safe, law-abiding, and content."
You know, it occurs to me that you mentioned this desert scene starting in the middle of the night. I might have had a mental blank while reading that the first time because I've been assuming that it's around sunset this entire time.
@Kho Well, that line was meant to refer to a previous post where Toun compared Vestec's efforts to an ineffectual tide against Cornerstone's wall. But it was essentially a prosy way of telling him to fuck off, yeah.
Guys, question.

What are your thoughts on the potential...merger...of divine beings?


Mechanically? It would have to be negotiated. Cramming two people into one vessel is not a walk in the park. My immediate idea would be to average their levels, merge their portfolios into one set, tax the might to adopt those portfolios as an additional cost to merge, make a new domain that represents the combination of the previous domains so the result can have that, and average their might pools after tax. A bit bureaucratic, but that seems fair to me. There might be a precedent for players to make characters just for the purpose of merging them, but I trust this playerbase to make it interesting and I and the other GMs will probably RKO any character that clearly doesn't have the effort put in before a merge happens.

Also, the more powerful the beings, the greater the might cost I would ask for them to merge. Maybe scaled on the sum of their levels or something.

Finally, I would warn against doing this permanently between characters controlled by different players. It's a golden ticket to collab-production-hell.

As for what happens story-wise, it's very context sensitive. I would leave that in the hands of the player controlling the merged beings as to how everything that makes them up clashes together. Thing is, though, we already have an instance of merged beings; Vestec has been made up of at least four beings since the beginning.
Lunise did not say a word, though she showed curiosity at the ingredients Ahnasha listed. She craned her head to look at the list after Meesei took it, trying to be inconspicuous as if she wasn't already the reluctant centre of attention. The pack made that status continue, even as Fendros and Sabine took seats to anticipate dinner and conversation. Janius resumed his previous task of honing his axe but he could continue talking.

The portal Meesei used to travel left Lunise standing in place quietly with her hands still clasped in front of her. While she still had a rigid straight back, she turned her head to the others with the others, at a loss. Ahnasha's question snapped Lunise's attention to her. She took a breath in through her mouth. "My time in Rimmen counts well over ninety years. Not consecutive. Different assignments. I have been there as a bureaucrat, a battlemage, a governing councillor, an advisor, and a law enforcer."

Fendros and Sabine paid attention, though they were too overwhelmed to ask anything to follow up. In just those few sentences, Lunise described a fraction of her life that spanned more than their years on Nirn put together.

In the pause, Lunise managed to part her frown to ask her own question. "Did your parents emigrate from Elsweyr?" Lunise's voice was soft and considered. It was far from her usual venomous lashings. "From where did they originate?"
Lunise took a few seconds looking at Meesei before speaking. She was out of her element with how Meesei expected her to behave. "My appetite is not presently demanding," she said. "The generosity is appreciated."

"Perhaps...we could have a meal which reminds you of home?" Janius suggested cautiously. "What do Thal- Altmer eat?"

Turning her eyes and not her face, Lunise regarded Janius with a pensive annoyance. "Altmer cuisine is conservative and bland. If I were to eat something to remind me of home, it would be from Rimmen."

Fendros lowered his brow and brought his hand to rub his opposite shoulder. "Is Rimmen not a city in Anequina?"

"It is," Lunise answered.
@Frettzo I'm not there, so I can't judge the situation clearly. However, from where I'm sitting, things aren't really looking like they're getting better. I'm not going to ask you to run, only that you know your way out, man. Stay safe.
@Frettzo Dude, with how things are developing, I might start asking you to provide proof of life posts in the OOC. Writing here and keeping up with stuff is one thing but that's civil war territory. I know it might be a tired question at this point, but are you safe where you are?
Lunise's eyes flit to the campfire and the pack's supplies. When she returned her eyes to Ahnasha, she raised her chin slightly and breathed in. "If you would offer me the choice, I would hear what is available to eat."

Ahnasha couldn't answer before Julan emerged from the water, lacking any semblance of discretion. Lunise immediately held one arm out to her side. Though Julan proved conscious and harmless before anyone could see a spell, Meesei was in close enough physical contact that she could perceive magic moving briefly in Lunise's body. It was likely a reflex.

"It's alright, Julan, come here." Janius beckoned his son's beastly form. "Meesei just has some news. There's no need to be nervous."

"This is Kaj-Julan?" Lunise asked sternly. "I mistook him for a daedroth."
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