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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!
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Hmm, I shouldn't have slept in. A tank with that line-up? I think I can work something out in time.
I'll be back in a few hours.
I'll be back in a few hours.
No worries, mate. I'll keep my ear to the ground for such opportunities.
Thanks for the offer, but it's the early hours of the morning here. The short notice is a wee bit short. I think I'll make your life easier and decline. Besides, I think an all-nighter character may come out jumbled and might not mesh with the existing characters.
If you don't mind, though, I can still stick around to answer questions. I'll probably be lurking the thread either way :P
If you don't mind, though, I can still stick around to answer questions. I'll probably be lurking the thread either way :P
Hi there guys!
Just had a skim through the interest check thread and a good read of the OP, so rest assured I understand that the slots for this game may already be taken. However! I'd like to express interest in a couple of ways. First, if there have or will be drop-outs for whatever reason, I'd be keen to make a character. If not, I would like to offer my help in being a GM resource if you need it. I've run and played plenty of Pathfinder before, including GMing for the local Pathfinder Society organised play lodge.
(PFS tend to be sticklers for 'rules as written' for the most part, so being exposed to people there helped me figure out many under-the-rader and strange intricacies with the rules. Not to disrespect house rules -- they're downright necessary for Pathfinder sometimes -- but it is what it is.)
If nothing else, I can be a backup to fill a slot should circumstances prevent a player from continuing. I've got a list of builds I've been thinking about that I could bodge together. Might even make a custom race if you'd permit me with those 12 RP.
So, would you guys be willing to have me?
Just had a skim through the interest check thread and a good read of the OP, so rest assured I understand that the slots for this game may already be taken. However! I'd like to express interest in a couple of ways. First, if there have or will be drop-outs for whatever reason, I'd be keen to make a character. If not, I would like to offer my help in being a GM resource if you need it. I've run and played plenty of Pathfinder before, including GMing for the local Pathfinder Society organised play lodge.
(PFS tend to be sticklers for 'rules as written' for the most part, so being exposed to people there helped me figure out many under-the-rader and strange intricacies with the rules. Not to disrespect house rules -- they're downright necessary for Pathfinder sometimes -- but it is what it is.)
If nothing else, I can be a backup to fill a slot should circumstances prevent a player from continuing. I've got a list of builds I've been thinking about that I could bodge together. Might even make a custom race if you'd permit me with those 12 RP.
So, would you guys be willing to have me?
The that passed finally allowed some true calm and reflection.
Fendros and Rhazii were seated on chairs beside Ahnasha's bed, though Rhazii had just slipped out once he heard what had happened and that there was essentially nothing else he could do to help. He didn't say where he was going, but Fendros strongly suspected that he was going to try and spar with Ri'vashi.
Similarly, Janius was nearby Kaleeth. He was sitting over the edge of his bed after his leg had been treated. Thankfully, none of his bones had broken. Some bruising and damaged cartilage around his knee was repair well within the abilities of the clan's healers. He insisted on healing his own bruises and scrapes where they were more minor so that more attention could be given to his packmates.
Sabine, finally, was sitting limp and fatigued on a chair between Kaleeth and Meesei's beds. Once she had been finally convinced to sit down and calm, she turned into a shuddering wreck for half a minute or so. After that, she was astonishingly calm, though fatigued. There was no time until now to ask why.
Nevertheless, Fendros answered Lorag first, after a pause. "I've been thinking about it," he began. "There are a few measures we could take from now on. For one, we could mark multiple locations within a distance to teleport to. They knew exactly where we were coming through, so we need to take away their advantage there." His eyes turned to Kaleeth. "Secondly, we need to plan how to deal with those people since they have demonstrated themselves...and predict how they'll try to deal with us next."
Fendros and Rhazii were seated on chairs beside Ahnasha's bed, though Rhazii had just slipped out once he heard what had happened and that there was essentially nothing else he could do to help. He didn't say where he was going, but Fendros strongly suspected that he was going to try and spar with Ri'vashi.
Similarly, Janius was nearby Kaleeth. He was sitting over the edge of his bed after his leg had been treated. Thankfully, none of his bones had broken. Some bruising and damaged cartilage around his knee was repair well within the abilities of the clan's healers. He insisted on healing his own bruises and scrapes where they were more minor so that more attention could be given to his packmates.
Sabine, finally, was sitting limp and fatigued on a chair between Kaleeth and Meesei's beds. Once she had been finally convinced to sit down and calm, she turned into a shuddering wreck for half a minute or so. After that, she was astonishingly calm, though fatigued. There was no time until now to ask why.
Nevertheless, Fendros answered Lorag first, after a pause. "I've been thinking about it," he began. "There are a few measures we could take from now on. For one, we could mark multiple locations within a distance to teleport to. They knew exactly where we were coming through, so we need to take away their advantage there." His eyes turned to Kaleeth. "Secondly, we need to plan how to deal with those people since they have demonstrated themselves...and predict how they'll try to deal with us next."
Sabine did not resist Marcaille's push. She had intended to keep the embrace quick, though even just that much was enough to help her calm a little more.
"Thank you, Marcaille," Sabine said. She breathed in to say something else, but Julan's fearful words interrupted.
Janius gently eased Julan out of the way of their path while he responded. "She struck on her head, son. I need you to run ahead to the healers and tell them that the champion's pack needs a bed for her immediately. Can you do that?" Janius forced an encouraging smile. It was hard for him to see Julan so distressed.
"What happened?" Rhazii repeated. "I saw the fire through the portal. I saw..." He gasped and twisted his head to look at Ahnasha. "Mother, you were shot!"
Now that he remembered what he saw, the gathered blood around her chest was much harder to hide.
Fendros raised a hand to calm Rhazii down. "We all got out of there alive. That's the important part. We'll tell you more later, pay attention to where you're stepping for now."
"Marcaille," Sabine said with a stilted voice. She was looking ahead while walking beside her. "I did what you suggested with the taproot. To make a spriggan angry where the essence was spilt. It...saved my life."
"Thank you, Marcaille," Sabine said. She breathed in to say something else, but Julan's fearful words interrupted.
Janius gently eased Julan out of the way of their path while he responded. "She struck on her head, son. I need you to run ahead to the healers and tell them that the champion's pack needs a bed for her immediately. Can you do that?" Janius forced an encouraging smile. It was hard for him to see Julan so distressed.
"What happened?" Rhazii repeated. "I saw the fire through the portal. I saw..." He gasped and twisted his head to look at Ahnasha. "Mother, you were shot!"
Now that he remembered what he saw, the gathered blood around her chest was much harder to hide.
Fendros raised a hand to calm Rhazii down. "We all got out of there alive. That's the important part. We'll tell you more later, pay attention to where you're stepping for now."
"Marcaille," Sabine said with a stilted voice. She was looking ahead while walking beside her. "I did what you suggested with the taproot. To make a spriggan angry where the essence was spilt. It...saved my life."
She's still got a Khookie count! That means she's probably still alive!
Right!?
RIGHT!?
Right!?
RIGHT!?
The battered and broken pack stepped back into the yellow light of the Silent City on one another's shoulders. The first voice they heard was Rhazii's. He was distraught and tear-streaked. He was just entering the square where they had left with Marcaille in tow.
"You have to try and make a portal like Meesei does! I saw them jump into a-" Rhazii stopped as he saw his family. "Mother! Father!" He closed the distance between them in a few strides.
Fendros stopped him with firm words. "Help carry your aunt, son. Do not strike her head on anything, understand?"
Rhazii moved to comply. His eyes darted around to everyone's injuries. "What happened? Is aunt Kaleeth okay!?"
"She'll be alright, Rhazii," Janius said. He was glad for Rhazii taking Kaleeth under her other shoulder, especially with his jarred knee. "We just need to get to some healers."
"Marcaille," Sabine said. She didn't give much time for a response before squeezing Marcaille tightly in her arms.
"You have to try and make a portal like Meesei does! I saw them jump into a-" Rhazii stopped as he saw his family. "Mother! Father!" He closed the distance between them in a few strides.
Fendros stopped him with firm words. "Help carry your aunt, son. Do not strike her head on anything, understand?"
Rhazii moved to comply. His eyes darted around to everyone's injuries. "What happened? Is aunt Kaleeth okay!?"
"She'll be alright, Rhazii," Janius said. He was glad for Rhazii taking Kaleeth under her other shoulder, especially with his jarred knee. "We just need to get to some healers."
"Marcaille," Sabine said. She didn't give much time for a response before squeezing Marcaille tightly in her arms.
0/10 Tauga's gonna sue her for text colour infringement.
(I've actually waited for this to happen for some time now just so there can be a 'huh, our voices sound really similar by sheer coincidence' subplot so keep it)
S'not the same!
This one is bold.
S'different.
Totally didn't pick a random colour that was vaguely close to PaleGoldenrod.
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