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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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Oh, it happens. It's normally quieter than that, though. As someone who was a mod in another forum for a while, I can tell you that the ban-ee is not an uncommon case. I guess it just escalated over discord. Although, I can't speak with full judgement without all the info, and the mods would most certainly have more of that than us.
Do you have any more context on the situation, @Vec? Is it an OTer thing? I'm curious as to whether anything else is going on around it.
Do you have any more context on the situation, @Vec? Is it an OTer thing? I'm curious as to whether anything else is going on around it.
@Vec Me neither. Is it just to do with that 'evidence chest' thread on the news board? I just read that and boy, that was...that was a tantrum.
Just like she had done before visiting the pack for the first time in the desert, Lunise rifled through her neatly packed garments until a few candidates were tossed upon the bed. They were mostly modest and understated dresses. Lunise was probably being conservative for two reasons; anonymity and versatility.
"As a professional officer and a diplomat, I have a dress for every occasion," Lunise confirmed.
None of Lunise's dresses would perfectly 'fit in' with lycans that made use of the common thrift of hides and leathers. Meesei was confident of that much.
"As for a venue," Lunise continued. "I admit I have never seen Thorn before. You sound as if the case to go there is a strong one." She held up a long, grim dress made from thick black and brown fabric. The dress would look more appropriate on some dark cultist than Lunise, yet it was clearly tailored for her. "However, if your clanhome is a cold location, I could be persuaded to enjoy a hotspring. Any who cannot appreciate a treat like that does not deserve decision making. Then again, if the spot outside your clanhome is a place to linger, I see no reason dinner there would not suffice either." Lunise held the black dress up to her front and checked the mirror. "I may have to defer my decision until I see more. Or perhaps Sabine would wish somewhere in particular, we shall see."
Lunise slid her other clothes back into her trunk, unceremoniously threw the black dress onto the bed, and then began undoing the fastenings of her uniform. She had made her choice whether the look would 'blend' or not.
Marcaille's speculation explained a few things. It remained a sobering prospect.
"If Arinette has been tracking us as you suggest, she may know we're based here in Blackreach," Janius said. He leaned back in his chair and frowned. "If they haven't tried attacking us here, it may be testament to our defences...or their lack of manpower." He sighed through his nose. "But we wouldn't be safe as a secret anymore, that is certain."
A few members of the council fidgeted in their seats.
Fendros looked down and raised a finger. "I have another thought. Could they track anyone like this? If so, anyone in our pack could be followed. Granted, Meesei has had the most direct contact with Do'rhajul up until recently."
"At any rate," Vera interjected. "I think, Marcaille, it is a good idea to begin brewing the potion after this meeting you mentioned. Though Sabine or Meesei may undertake the mission, it can be a contingency if there is a change of plans."
"As a professional officer and a diplomat, I have a dress for every occasion," Lunise confirmed.
None of Lunise's dresses would perfectly 'fit in' with lycans that made use of the common thrift of hides and leathers. Meesei was confident of that much.
"As for a venue," Lunise continued. "I admit I have never seen Thorn before. You sound as if the case to go there is a strong one." She held up a long, grim dress made from thick black and brown fabric. The dress would look more appropriate on some dark cultist than Lunise, yet it was clearly tailored for her. "However, if your clanhome is a cold location, I could be persuaded to enjoy a hotspring. Any who cannot appreciate a treat like that does not deserve decision making. Then again, if the spot outside your clanhome is a place to linger, I see no reason dinner there would not suffice either." Lunise held the black dress up to her front and checked the mirror. "I may have to defer my decision until I see more. Or perhaps Sabine would wish somewhere in particular, we shall see."
Lunise slid her other clothes back into her trunk, unceremoniously threw the black dress onto the bed, and then began undoing the fastenings of her uniform. She had made her choice whether the look would 'blend' or not.
Marcaille's speculation explained a few things. It remained a sobering prospect.
"If Arinette has been tracking us as you suggest, she may know we're based here in Blackreach," Janius said. He leaned back in his chair and frowned. "If they haven't tried attacking us here, it may be testament to our defences...or their lack of manpower." He sighed through his nose. "But we wouldn't be safe as a secret anymore, that is certain."
A few members of the council fidgeted in their seats.
Fendros looked down and raised a finger. "I have another thought. Could they track anyone like this? If so, anyone in our pack could be followed. Granted, Meesei has had the most direct contact with Do'rhajul up until recently."
"At any rate," Vera interjected. "I think, Marcaille, it is a good idea to begin brewing the potion after this meeting you mentioned. Though Sabine or Meesei may undertake the mission, it can be a contingency if there is a change of plans."
With the empty cave left behind, Detta marched on with the group. "Hmph, hobgoblins," Detta said. "This company's just 'come a step scummier in my books. Let's hope this is the only band of 'em they've enlisted."
Before long, they all stopped to read the sign. Detta raised her brow in surprise at first, and then furrowed it again. "That's the name on the poster, ain't it? That troll?" Detta pointed to the signature. She nodded sideways. "Well Kyra, I'll not take a convenient coincidence and interrogate it like this. That troll's got to be a trouble maker to have a price for his head. Let's go."
Detta was sure to stow her axe and carry her flask of yellow acid in her throwing hand. However, her stepping off sounded the familiar ring of jingling mail and sliding metal plates.
>Stealth 3: It's going to take a lot of oil and hope for the armoured dwarf to go stalking.
Rusalka and Kyra could only do so much to remain inconspicuous with Detta beside them.
"Err...You'd better scout on ahead. I'll be right behind you." Detta grinned.
Before long, they all stopped to read the sign. Detta raised her brow in surprise at first, and then furrowed it again. "That's the name on the poster, ain't it? That troll?" Detta pointed to the signature. She nodded sideways. "Well Kyra, I'll not take a convenient coincidence and interrogate it like this. That troll's got to be a trouble maker to have a price for his head. Let's go."
Detta was sure to stow her axe and carry her flask of yellow acid in her throwing hand. However, her stepping off sounded the familiar ring of jingling mail and sliding metal plates.
>Stealth 3: It's going to take a lot of oil and hope for the armoured dwarf to go stalking.
Rusalka and Kyra could only do so much to remain inconspicuous with Detta beside them.
"Err...You'd better scout on ahead. I'll be right behind you." Detta grinned.
Lunise sighed through her nose and turned her head up. The time she took to look at the ceiling and weigh up the risks could have ended with her being stubborn. She caught Meesei's eyes again. "That will have to suffice," she said with a conceding inflection to her voice.
With that, Lunise slid away from Meesei and turned to her luggage trunk. "Just give me a moment to pick out something..." She looked over her shoulder at Meesei's clothing again. "...Appropriate for a dinner gathering."
The meeting looked around. Most had their minds go in the same direction. Fendros was the first to speak it. "If Meesei or Sabine were present, I would ask them." Fendros narrowed one eye. "However," He slid one elbow until he was facing the closest people they had. "Darahil, Marcaille, would it be possible to make a potion or some other item that could get through their spells undetected?"
Darahil blinked his eyes lazily to Marcaille, and then to Fendros. "Not in my alchemical experience. As for enchantment, creating such an item as such would take time we do not have, though I could explore options for another occasion we may have for it." He frowned. "But I am not the only authority."
With that, Lunise slid away from Meesei and turned to her luggage trunk. "Just give me a moment to pick out something..." She looked over her shoulder at Meesei's clothing again. "...Appropriate for a dinner gathering."
The meeting looked around. Most had their minds go in the same direction. Fendros was the first to speak it. "If Meesei or Sabine were present, I would ask them." Fendros narrowed one eye. "However," He slid one elbow until he was facing the closest people they had. "Darahil, Marcaille, would it be possible to make a potion or some other item that could get through their spells undetected?"
Darahil blinked his eyes lazily to Marcaille, and then to Fendros. "Not in my alchemical experience. As for enchantment, creating such an item as such would take time we do not have, though I could explore options for another occasion we may have for it." He frowned. "But I am not the only authority."
He's not blind, but he's chronically short-sighted, so he can't focus on anything beyond about 40 centimetres from his eyes.
Lunise was at least partially mollified to hear that the pack was recovered. She frowned and nodded at the account of Rhazii's reaction. "Khajiit and Dunmer are both passionate peoples. I would think it less healthy if the child was not driven to fight after seeing such a thing." She softened again. "All the same, it is a relief to learn they are safe."
As for Meesei's proposal, Lunise began intrigued, transitioned to unsure, and then settled for conflicted. She peered down at Meesei's primitive apparel and up at her eyes. "That would go without saying whether my allegiances were secret or public." She blinked down and stroked a thumb down Meesei's neck with her arms still around her. "This Karl, can he be trusted?"
"I don't mean to go on a tangent," Janius slowly raised a hand as he spoke. "But if the scouts cannot get close enough determine much, could this not be a trap as well? Back when they ambushed us, they did their best to get us separated. If only one or two people sneak in, they're easy prey."
"It's possible," Fendros said flatly. "Again, every option has serious risks. If someone were to sneak in, they would need support ready to help them and a quick and robust means of escape."
Janius quirked a corner of his mouth and looked aside. "If all we're doing is planting something, we might try a distraction. Lead them on a chase to vacate, or at least reduce the number of people in the camp. We can move faster in our beast forms. If it's a trap, they'll see those coming in force and either magic themselves away or wait for nothing to spring it on us."
"That's assuming they're on alert in the first place," Fendros added. "If we are to catch them off-guard, a distraction would be the surest way to get them all awake and ready in no time."
As for Meesei's proposal, Lunise began intrigued, transitioned to unsure, and then settled for conflicted. She peered down at Meesei's primitive apparel and up at her eyes. "That would go without saying whether my allegiances were secret or public." She blinked down and stroked a thumb down Meesei's neck with her arms still around her. "This Karl, can he be trusted?"
"I don't mean to go on a tangent," Janius slowly raised a hand as he spoke. "But if the scouts cannot get close enough determine much, could this not be a trap as well? Back when they ambushed us, they did their best to get us separated. If only one or two people sneak in, they're easy prey."
"It's possible," Fendros said flatly. "Again, every option has serious risks. If someone were to sneak in, they would need support ready to help them and a quick and robust means of escape."
Janius quirked a corner of his mouth and looked aside. "If all we're doing is planting something, we might try a distraction. Lead them on a chase to vacate, or at least reduce the number of people in the camp. We can move faster in our beast forms. If it's a trap, they'll see those coming in force and either magic themselves away or wait for nothing to spring it on us."
"That's assuming they're on alert in the first place," Fendros added. "If we are to catch them off-guard, a distraction would be the surest way to get them all awake and ready in no time."
Lunise was incredulous. "The Staff of Mag-? How on Nirn did they get their hands on that? Such a thing could do untold amounts of damage in the wrong hands." She exhaled sharply. "And a zealot has it. Divines above. You were lucky to emerge alive, Meesei."
After a second, Lunise fell into a rare look of sympathy. She asked just as seriously. "How are your pack faring? Are the children safe?"
Fendros skimmed through the pages given, judging the maps and descriptions given. To Ri'vashi, he tsked once and breathed in to give himself time to think. "If we do attack, it will have to be fast and shocking. If they can escape together at a moment's notice like they did the last time, it won't matter how many warriors we bring to bear. However..." He pursed his lips at the map. "They're in the open. We have a number of different opportunities here."
After passing the papers on to the next person around the table, Fendros briefly peered at everyone present. "We could launch a sneak attack. We could try to steal one of their artefacts that has presented such a danger to us. We could plant the evidence of Vile's lies. We could attempt to assassinate at least one of them. We could -- and I do not think it is the best option -- attempt to parley. I do not need to say that each option has its risks and trade-offs. Make no mistake that anyone directly involved may be killed, and it is a certainty if we go in force. Do we have any more ideas?"
After a second, Lunise fell into a rare look of sympathy. She asked just as seriously. "How are your pack faring? Are the children safe?"
Fendros skimmed through the pages given, judging the maps and descriptions given. To Ri'vashi, he tsked once and breathed in to give himself time to think. "If we do attack, it will have to be fast and shocking. If they can escape together at a moment's notice like they did the last time, it won't matter how many warriors we bring to bear. However..." He pursed his lips at the map. "They're in the open. We have a number of different opportunities here."
After passing the papers on to the next person around the table, Fendros briefly peered at everyone present. "We could launch a sneak attack. We could try to steal one of their artefacts that has presented such a danger to us. We could plant the evidence of Vile's lies. We could attempt to assassinate at least one of them. We could -- and I do not think it is the best option -- attempt to parley. I do not need to say that each option has its risks and trade-offs. Make no mistake that anyone directly involved may be killed, and it is a certainty if we go in force. Do we have any more ideas?"
Lunise's initial reaction subdued. She simply tilted her head. "A dragon?" She asked in the pause.
As Meesei continued, Lunise's expression lowered into concerned disbelief. "A real dragon?"
Upon mention of Do'Rhajul, her previous thoughts were visibly put aside. Lunise angled her head forward and gave Meesei a serious look. "How do you mean 'found you?' Did he locate your headquarters? Has he attacked?"
No one in the meeting was expecting anything less important than what Saras mentioned. If his report was correct, they could confront Do'rhajul on their own terms. Fendros leaned onto his forearms on the table, weaving his hands together. He nodded to Saras in his pause. "Tell us everything."
As Meesei continued, Lunise's expression lowered into concerned disbelief. "A real dragon?"
Upon mention of Do'Rhajul, her previous thoughts were visibly put aside. Lunise angled her head forward and gave Meesei a serious look. "How do you mean 'found you?' Did he locate your headquarters? Has he attacked?"
No one in the meeting was expecting anything less important than what Saras mentioned. If his report was correct, they could confront Do'rhajul on their own terms. Fendros leaned onto his forearms on the table, weaving his hands together. He nodded to Saras in his pause. "Tell us everything."
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