Ah, right, sorry.
I'll edit in a different response in a few hours. I'm about to board a plane.
I'll edit in a different response in a few hours. I'm about to board a plane.
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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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Sabine shook her head. "I do not think you understand. I am not the first in my pack to get captured. Fendros and Ahnasha were taken once. By someone very cruel. They did not talk about what happened but I eavesdropped once. It made me feel sick. But they took many years to recover. They had nightmares, during the night and the day."
The wood of the staff creaked as Sabine wrung it. "It has not happened to me yet. It might not. I do not know why. I have not been sleeping much, maybe that it why. My pack would not want me risking myself either way."
The wood of the staff creaked as Sabine wrung it. "It has not happened to me yet. It might not. I do not know why. I have not been sleeping much, maybe that it why. My pack would not want me risking myself either way."
I would err on the side of simplicity and treat repairing a destroyed holy site in all ways the same as creating a new holy site.
The rules left the question open on whether repairing is different to building from scratch. However, granted that the might investment works the same way between building and repairing, there's a precedent for all the other mechanics to follow a similar pattern.
Of course, if we want to lay down a new ruling as errata, I'd be willing to hear cases. It might be fairer to relax or remove the timer when repairing holy sites. I mean, that's the best case I can think of for repairing existing holy sites being its own mechanic.
The rules left the question open on whether repairing is different to building from scratch. However, granted that the might investment works the same way between building and repairing, there's a precedent for all the other mechanics to follow a similar pattern.
Of course, if we want to lay down a new ruling as errata, I'd be willing to hear cases. It might be fairer to relax or remove the timer when repairing holy sites. I mean, that's the best case I can think of for repairing existing holy sites being its own mechanic.
Sabine closed her eyes in silent frustration. Being called merciful, powerful, enlightened, brave, and all else was grating on her. It was not just because she knew Yerig and Do'rhajul feared her, but also the entire reason they were here without support.
"Please, stop using those words," Sabine said, lifting an open hand from her cloak. She allowed her eyes to open with a worry in her brow. "I am not...I..." Her shoulders fell as she let out a breath. "It was my fault I was caught and..." She trailed off rather than repeat what followed. "I do not know what is going to happen when I return home. I do not know how my pack will react. I am ashamed that I was caught. I am ashamed that I could have ruined our plan. But they will not say anything like that. Not if I tell them what happened." Sabine's voice quivered as she continued. "But they might think I cannot fight or should not fight."
Sabine's reasoning was not based completely on reality, whether Yerig knew or could deduce such a contrary state. However, this time she was not consciously lying or omitting. Her hands were now clutching her staff tightly and her breathing had the same shiver as her voice.
"Please, stop using those words," Sabine said, lifting an open hand from her cloak. She allowed her eyes to open with a worry in her brow. "I am not...I..." Her shoulders fell as she let out a breath. "It was my fault I was caught and..." She trailed off rather than repeat what followed. "I do not know what is going to happen when I return home. I do not know how my pack will react. I am ashamed that I was caught. I am ashamed that I could have ruined our plan. But they will not say anything like that. Not if I tell them what happened." Sabine's voice quivered as she continued. "But they might think I cannot fight or should not fight."
Sabine's reasoning was not based completely on reality, whether Yerig knew or could deduce such a contrary state. However, this time she was not consciously lying or omitting. Her hands were now clutching her staff tightly and her breathing had the same shiver as her voice.
Sabine threw Do'rhajul a quick look when he stood up but she let him go. She took a few seconds to finish her mouthful and lower her food to her lap.
"I thought...maybe, if we find the axe, it would prove that I am not being..." The word took a moment longer than she thought to find. "Coerced." It was not the whole truth. "You and Rhajul will be held under strong suspicion at best. The axe should reduce that." She rubbed an itch behind her ear. "That is all."
It was not all. Sabine's visible discomfort admitted a more personal layer that she had not shared.
"I thought...maybe, if we find the axe, it would prove that I am not being..." The word took a moment longer than she thought to find. "Coerced." It was not the whole truth. "You and Rhajul will be held under strong suspicion at best. The axe should reduce that." She rubbed an itch behind her ear. "That is all."
It was not all. Sabine's visible discomfort admitted a more personal layer that she had not shared.
While the others set up camp, Sabine wandered the outskirts to set up spells to warn them of intruders. The process took some time. By the time she was done, Do'rhajul and Yerig were already heating dinner. Sabine sat down in her usual pose with her knees drawn up to her chest. She remained holding the staff tightly to her body, almost as if afraid to let it go.
She stared into the fire. A silent frown across her face told of nothing she wanted to say, if anything at all.
She stared into the fire. A silent frown across her face told of nothing she wanted to say, if anything at all.
Sabine left Do'rhajul alone when he answered. They needed to focus on the task at hand.
The signs of those they were searching for was encouraging. It at least suggested that they were not attacked and sunk out at sea. The three of them got all the information they could out of the camp site before the sun cast long shadows from their feet.
Sabine peered to judge the setting sun. "They are likely at least day ahead of us. This island is not large, so they would not have gotten far. Pursuing them would leave us without sleep and we could as well meet them in the daylight tomorrow. If we stay here for a night, they may come back for their boats. If they succeeded or retreated, that is. We can follow their trail if they do not come back. We can start at first light."
Before relaxing, Sabine paused. "Unless...what are your impressions?"
The signs of those they were searching for was encouraging. It at least suggested that they were not attacked and sunk out at sea. The three of them got all the information they could out of the camp site before the sun cast long shadows from their feet.
Sabine peered to judge the setting sun. "They are likely at least day ahead of us. This island is not large, so they would not have gotten far. Pursuing them would leave us without sleep and we could as well meet them in the daylight tomorrow. If we stay here for a night, they may come back for their boats. If they succeeded or retreated, that is. We can follow their trail if they do not come back. We can start at first light."
Before relaxing, Sabine paused. "Unless...what are your impressions?"
Sabine was at first hesitant. "I think..." She curled her lips and gathered her thoughts. "I agree that defeating Vile is better than ending your life. Do not mistake what I say as disagreeing. I just...I think you are making other things impossible for yourself because of your pain." She hazarded a sideways glance up to his eyes. "I do not know what will happen in Vile's realm. I do not know if any or all of us get back to Tamriel alive. But should we find ourselves back here with our tasks fulfilled, I know someone...or something...a number of people, you could say, that I would like you to talk to. I cannot know what they will say. I just believe they can offer you peace. I fear revenge may leave you empty. I would prefer, as your...master, that you find peace."
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<Snipped quote by The Rules>
Demigods cannot, by default, change their form to whatever they wish at will. A small number of predetermined forms is acceptable (for example, Lifprasil/Vesamera, or Athanasios' human, stag and human-stag forms), although shapechanging to arbitrary forms requires some specific magic or Portfolio.
Aye, this is more accurate than what I said.
"It was not mercy for you," Sabine responded neutrally. "Not then. If I had killed you, Arinette would have killed Meesei."
Sabine took a second to look down from her wary watch for a dragon. She bit the inside of her cheek. Only sincerity was behind her next question, despite the possible sarcastic interpretation. "Rhajul, when was the last time you accepted sympathy?"
Sabine took a second to look down from her wary watch for a dragon. She bit the inside of her cheek. Only sincerity was behind her next question, despite the possible sarcastic interpretation. "Rhajul, when was the last time you accepted sympathy?"
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