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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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@Nevix I know what you mean. It's been mentioned here before but everyone's writing has gotten better over the past couple of years. I can't look back to the my few posts in this RP without cringing.
Holy shit. This is still going? After two years? Daaaaaaaaaaaaaamn.
What's good, guys?
*Screech runs out of breath and tapers into a quiet, excited throat whistle*
...
Yep, with the aforementioned changes. I think Vestec might have eaten your character, though. I can't remember :(
Fair enough. Should I do the same or respond in full for my characters?
"Be still a moment. Be still!" Sabine pressed a spell onto Ahnasha's chest to stop as much bleeding as she could in the moment she had. The silver wound would be with her for the entire fight, and likely for the next several weeks. Just as well it did not dig too far.
Just as it looked like the pack was gaining their bearings again, the opaque gas that surrounded them made sure that their enemies remained hidden. Fendros didn't like it. This had to be part of their plan. They had to reposition, but they had little sense of direction anymore.
Lorag's warning was received in a variety of ways. Janius dove away from the red vial and tried to put his shield between it and him; Fendros ducked and dove similarly, bringing his hands to his head; and Sabine threw a hand towards it and a bright blue ward bloomed to cover herself and Ahnasha. The blast singed each of them with its light alone. The wash of heat and force threw their heads off balance and orientation. They were scattered.
Fendros had an idea. He brushed off the shards of glass that had lodged into his gauntlet and shouted. "Sabine! A breeze! Make a breeze!"
With Ahnasha adamant at staying up, there was little else Sabine could do to treat her. She reacted to the order as quickly as she could put it through her mind. Sweeping her hands forward and channelling a familiar magic, a gale swept across the battlefield. The smoke was pushed downwind, but there was far too much to dissipate at once. Fortunately, Fendros had other thoughts.
"We have to move upwind!" Fendros shouted. Everyone could feel where upwind was.
Just as it looked like the pack was gaining their bearings again, the opaque gas that surrounded them made sure that their enemies remained hidden. Fendros didn't like it. This had to be part of their plan. They had to reposition, but they had little sense of direction anymore.
Lorag's warning was received in a variety of ways. Janius dove away from the red vial and tried to put his shield between it and him; Fendros ducked and dove similarly, bringing his hands to his head; and Sabine threw a hand towards it and a bright blue ward bloomed to cover herself and Ahnasha. The blast singed each of them with its light alone. The wash of heat and force threw their heads off balance and orientation. They were scattered.
Fendros had an idea. He brushed off the shards of glass that had lodged into his gauntlet and shouted. "Sabine! A breeze! Make a breeze!"
With Ahnasha adamant at staying up, there was little else Sabine could do to treat her. She reacted to the order as quickly as she could put it through her mind. Sweeping her hands forward and channelling a familiar magic, a gale swept across the battlefield. The smoke was pushed downwind, but there was far too much to dissipate at once. Fortunately, Fendros had other thoughts.
"We have to move upwind!" Fendros shouted. Everyone could feel where upwind was.
Two seconds of thought was all it took for Rhazii to say "Deal."
Though Fendros was partly concerned that Rhazii would hurt himself trying to push his limits, he saw Ahnasha's move as a smart one. If anyone could demonstrate how long Rhazii's road ahead was, even if he learned the hard way, it was Ri'vashi.
"We'll come to visit as soon as we can, okay?" Fendros said. He wrapped an arm around Rhazii and hugged him, even if he was still too defiant to return it. "Farewell. Take care, son."
With that, the pack put on their helmets and moved to proceed through the portal. They rushed through, encouraging Leaps to pick up the pace as the most lumbering member of their team.
Janius cursed upon processing the speeding shape striking Ahnasha's chest. They had prepared for an ambush. That did not dampen the shock. Janius paced forward and raised his shield in formation with Kaleeth. The volley of arrows was ineffectual against his shield and armour, but he could not helpfully strike back without knowing what they were up against.
Fendros bit his tongue to not shout out to Ahnasha. He caught her before she could fall backwards.
Janius tossed an explosive fireball overhand to hit the ground ahead and obscure them with a short flume of smoke and fire. The time bought would allow them to form up and try to see their assailants.
Sabine was the second-to-last through the portal behind Meesei due to her being required to maintain it. With eyes wide and heart pumping, she defaulted to assisting her pack. She took Ahnasha from Fendros and brought healing magic to her hands. A rapid diagnosis and treatment were in order while she was surrounded by the shields of her pack.
Rhazii might have said something had he predicted the events beyond. Fendros looked back right before the portal winked shut to see his previously cross face frozen into shock and fear.
"Where are they?!" Fendros shouted. He had an arrow nocked for the first enemy that broke cover.
Though Fendros was partly concerned that Rhazii would hurt himself trying to push his limits, he saw Ahnasha's move as a smart one. If anyone could demonstrate how long Rhazii's road ahead was, even if he learned the hard way, it was Ri'vashi.
"We'll come to visit as soon as we can, okay?" Fendros said. He wrapped an arm around Rhazii and hugged him, even if he was still too defiant to return it. "Farewell. Take care, son."
With that, the pack put on their helmets and moved to proceed through the portal. They rushed through, encouraging Leaps to pick up the pace as the most lumbering member of their team.
Janius cursed upon processing the speeding shape striking Ahnasha's chest. They had prepared for an ambush. That did not dampen the shock. Janius paced forward and raised his shield in formation with Kaleeth. The volley of arrows was ineffectual against his shield and armour, but he could not helpfully strike back without knowing what they were up against.
Fendros bit his tongue to not shout out to Ahnasha. He caught her before she could fall backwards.
Janius tossed an explosive fireball overhand to hit the ground ahead and obscure them with a short flume of smoke and fire. The time bought would allow them to form up and try to see their assailants.
Sabine was the second-to-last through the portal behind Meesei due to her being required to maintain it. With eyes wide and heart pumping, she defaulted to assisting her pack. She took Ahnasha from Fendros and brought healing magic to her hands. A rapid diagnosis and treatment were in order while she was surrounded by the shields of her pack.
Rhazii might have said something had he predicted the events beyond. Fendros looked back right before the portal winked shut to see his previously cross face frozen into shock and fear.
"Where are they?!" Fendros shouted. He had an arrow nocked for the first enemy that broke cover.
Ah, so that's why I got a like on a post here. That might also explain the like I got from Kho(?) a while back.
*Welcome screech intensifies*
Oi! Ten thousand years will give you such a crick in the neck.
What's new, my articulate associates?
*Warm welcome by way of excited inarticulate screeching*
"You might at least get some small covered ridges over the top so your fins aren't pressed flat." Janius shrugged. "But I suppose it's not a large problem." He looked at the wrists of his own Dwemer gauntlets. "I'm grateful that we have this equipment at all. Even with the abundant soul gems and good metal laying around, we could buy a mansion with the value of what we're wearing as a pack. Especially with the enchantments on them."
As Janius was a confident warder, his Dwemer plate was not enchanted to resist magic. He instead chose to increase the magicka he could hold in his body, as well as to enhance his destruction magic's potency.
Fendros and Sabine's equipment each added weight to Janius' statement as well. Sabine made most of her enchantments herself. Though she eschewed armour, she had a similar shielding necklace to Ahnasha and Meesei, with an added effect to assist her channelling of frost magic. The only other magical item she wore on her body was a ring that enhanced the strength of her wards. All other effects she might have wanted, she concluded, were situational. As such, she continued to carry potion skins and flasks for many such situations.
On the other hand, Fendros remained wearing his chitin armour. While it was not as strong as Dwemer plate, the chaurus chitin that stacked up after their domestication naturally reached the hands of the blacksmiths and tanners. Almost every encounter with the Falmer spoke of the versatility of the material. Since then chitin was favoured by the scouts of the clan for its toughness, flexibility, camouflage, lightness, and ease of repair. Thanks to Sabine's consultation, Fendros' had an eclectic set of enchantments; his bracers helped to speed his limbs to shoot faster, his sword struck with a chill that numbed and slowed the muscles it hit, and his cuirass helped to enhance his capability to absorb spells. He was still underdeveloped with his magical training, though that would change given time.
The pack was fully equipped and ready for a battle. But there farewells to Julan and Rhazii had not come yet.
Rhazii knitted his brow at Ahnasha's answer. He looked down and tried to speak quietly, hiding his disappointment behind a bit of anger. "That's not fair. You, father, and all my aunts and uncles, I know I'll be safe if I'm fighting alongside you all. I can help." His voice lowered further. "I just want to help."
Fendros laid a chitin-armoured hand on Rhazii's shoulder. "Mother's right, Rhazii. You're not ready. If you don't approach a threat as big as Do'Rhajul without all the training and experience you need, there's only so much we can do to protect you."
Escalating further, Rhazii huffed in frustration. He spun to face the fully chitin-clad Fendros with his teeth bared and ears flat. "How am I supposed to get experience to become a warrior if I can't fight with you?" He brought his fingertips to his chest. "You trained me-" He gestured to Ahnasha. "You both did. Everyone in the pack has. What's the point in it all?!"
"Rhazii, look at me."
Rhazii glanced at Fendros and looked down again.
"Look at me," Fendros said again, slower and angling his head forward.
A pause passed. Rhazii gave Fendros an annoyed sideways look.
"We've been training you and Julan so you can take care of yourselves. Walking the path of a warrior, going out and protecting the clan and your family and dedicating yourself to it, that is a different decision." Fendros flicked his eyes to Ahansha. "Mother said that we can't stop you if that's what you want. And we can't. And you are talented, that is true." He locked his eyes on Rhazii again. "But we are still your parents, you're still growing up, and we are telling you as parents and as experienced warriors that we do not think you are ready for a challenge like the general. Even with us beside you. Understand?"
Rhazii was quiet. He pressed his lips together and twisted his expression. He was still angry, even with his mother and father being reasonable. He glanced at Fendros and Ahnasha in turn. He spread his hands. "Well...I do want to be a warrior! I'm good at it." He shook his head rapidly. "So, what am I supposed to do here, huh? I don't want to just sit around and wait."
As Janius was a confident warder, his Dwemer plate was not enchanted to resist magic. He instead chose to increase the magicka he could hold in his body, as well as to enhance his destruction magic's potency.
Fendros and Sabine's equipment each added weight to Janius' statement as well. Sabine made most of her enchantments herself. Though she eschewed armour, she had a similar shielding necklace to Ahnasha and Meesei, with an added effect to assist her channelling of frost magic. The only other magical item she wore on her body was a ring that enhanced the strength of her wards. All other effects she might have wanted, she concluded, were situational. As such, she continued to carry potion skins and flasks for many such situations.
On the other hand, Fendros remained wearing his chitin armour. While it was not as strong as Dwemer plate, the chaurus chitin that stacked up after their domestication naturally reached the hands of the blacksmiths and tanners. Almost every encounter with the Falmer spoke of the versatility of the material. Since then chitin was favoured by the scouts of the clan for its toughness, flexibility, camouflage, lightness, and ease of repair. Thanks to Sabine's consultation, Fendros' had an eclectic set of enchantments; his bracers helped to speed his limbs to shoot faster, his sword struck with a chill that numbed and slowed the muscles it hit, and his cuirass helped to enhance his capability to absorb spells. He was still underdeveloped with his magical training, though that would change given time.
The pack was fully equipped and ready for a battle. But there farewells to Julan and Rhazii had not come yet.
Rhazii knitted his brow at Ahnasha's answer. He looked down and tried to speak quietly, hiding his disappointment behind a bit of anger. "That's not fair. You, father, and all my aunts and uncles, I know I'll be safe if I'm fighting alongside you all. I can help." His voice lowered further. "I just want to help."
Fendros laid a chitin-armoured hand on Rhazii's shoulder. "Mother's right, Rhazii. You're not ready. If you don't approach a threat as big as Do'Rhajul without all the training and experience you need, there's only so much we can do to protect you."
Escalating further, Rhazii huffed in frustration. He spun to face the fully chitin-clad Fendros with his teeth bared and ears flat. "How am I supposed to get experience to become a warrior if I can't fight with you?" He brought his fingertips to his chest. "You trained me-" He gestured to Ahnasha. "You both did. Everyone in the pack has. What's the point in it all?!"
"Rhazii, look at me."
Rhazii glanced at Fendros and looked down again.
"Look at me," Fendros said again, slower and angling his head forward.
A pause passed. Rhazii gave Fendros an annoyed sideways look.
"We've been training you and Julan so you can take care of yourselves. Walking the path of a warrior, going out and protecting the clan and your family and dedicating yourself to it, that is a different decision." Fendros flicked his eyes to Ahansha. "Mother said that we can't stop you if that's what you want. And we can't. And you are talented, that is true." He locked his eyes on Rhazii again. "But we are still your parents, you're still growing up, and we are telling you as parents and as experienced warriors that we do not think you are ready for a challenge like the general. Even with us beside you. Understand?"
Rhazii was quiet. He pressed his lips together and twisted his expression. He was still angry, even with his mother and father being reasonable. He glanced at Fendros and Ahnasha in turn. He spread his hands. "Well...I do want to be a warrior! I'm good at it." He shook his head rapidly. "So, what am I supposed to do here, huh? I don't want to just sit around and wait."
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I was not aware that Yorum had any significant quantity of goblin slaves. We haven't (to my knowledge) canonized the spread of sizeable populations of Rovaick far from the Ironhearts (there are were a lot in Xerxes, but that's basically in the foothills). That said, it makes sense for Rovaick to start spreading outwards (mostly just those with Sularn's Oath, though, since the others are trapped inside the mountains in fear of being attacked by White Giants).
Anyway, enslaving significant quantities of goblins and shipping them to Yorum would be a significant logistical endeavour and probably one with notable societal impact. Doable, but not trivial.
Rovaick have a small canonised presence in Yorum. The tedar beastmaster mercenary that was with the attacking army against Loralom is probably the only written example, but they're there.
Remember that the northern end and tip of the ironhearts bends out west quite a ways. They don't have to hoof it or sail all the way around the white ocean. The alternative overland route is past the steppes and the jungle tree. While that presents its own dangers, it sets a precedent for a slave trading route via the humans that live in the steppe and the tree.
Goblin slaves in Loralom in particular were present on the kingdom info sheet I made way back when Loralom was first canonised. I wouldn't call them a 'significant' quantity as most of the slaves are still hain, but they are the second most common race in Loralom's slave population. In the entire Loralom city state, there would be no more than seven thousand goblins right now, which isn't a lot compared to the overall population.
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