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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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"...I see." It was not the first time Sabine had been wrong about someone else's thoughts. She looked down and picked at a splinter that clung to her finger. "The artefacts will help. And the information. More than just us should act on that, I think. Such a matter is something to tell when we get home." Sabine's lips curled in and back. "I wish you could speak with Ri'vashi about strategy. She is more competent than me. You two are very similar and not just because of your Khajiit moon birthday. Though, I think she would rather tear you apart than get to know you."

Rather than delve deeper without Do'rhajul's spoken interest, Sabine quickly breathed in. "And do not trouble yourself to give me privacy. I will find it if I desire it." She paused. "I had almost forgotten about the blood."
Sabine was quiet in her collecting of ingredients. She had no doubt that Rhajul could hear her rustling in the undergrowth over the lapping of the waves, but she did not wish to disturb him. She found a handful of grasses and some sea shells that brought her closer, however. With it, she kept giving the back of Rhajul's head curious looks.

The dragon's roar made Sabine jolt her head to look inland. She knew just the silhouette to look for in the dim light, thanks to her time in Skyrim and the bones by the silent city. After a time, there remained nothing to be seen. She exhaled from her nose and returned her mind to Do'rhajul.

Even the distraction of gathering reagents wasn't keeping her mind from it. Sabine looked upon Rhajul and could only imagine he was ruminating in a poor manner. He was pitiful. She could not stand while he put himself in such pain.

Sabine put the reagents and her less water resistant belongings aside before approaching the waves. She stopped and looked at her wooden staff. The answer came to her in a spell that made a wavy glow from her bare feet. She stepped over the next wave and carefully walked on the surface of the water to Do'rhajul's side.

She sat down, letting the water gently rise and fall under her without letting a drop touch her. She laid the staff across her lap and looked out similarly to Rhajul for roughly a minute to let him grow used to her presence. It gave her enough time to think of what to say.

"What are you thinking about?" Sabine asked. "It must be complex. You have been thinking for a long time."
A few possibilities clicked together in Sabine's mind already. She looked aside and found Yerig's state to make more sense, at least where alchemy was involved. She pondered whether he could use the same joint salve she supplied to Ahnasha during her pregnancy years ago when she remembered he was still awaiting an answer.

"I think so," she said quickly. "Goodnight, Yerig. And thank you."

Sabine didn't think she could go to sleep that moment if she wanted to. Finding some implements and ingredients to make potions could help distract herself, at least. Yerig and Rhajul could use them.

She stood up, letting her cloak slide up from the ground to follow her height. Around the campsite where a few wild grasses and flowers. The bark from the trees might even have some useful properties. She kept her eyes open for Rhajul while foraging, wherever he was, so they wouldn't startle one another.
Sabine did not have a counterargument for Yerig. She knew she was afraid of leadership roles. The situation was more complicated than she had the mental energy for, even if Yerig claimed he had little energy in comparison. The constraint made Sabine curious.

She turned her tilted head to Yerig and narrowed her eyes, confused. "Yerig, wait. In the ambush, you were moving so fast Janius was having trouble fighting you. But you have moved like an old man since I saw you from the tree I was captured from. How?"
Sabine was less obstructed by emotion in answering. She nodded at first. She was hushed and gained momentum as she spoke on.

"Hircine favours the hunter," she began. "The greater the quarry, the greater the risk to yourself, the greater your reward. Amongst lycans, not all worship Hircine but respect is given to those that hunt dangerous prey. In this war, my pack has hunted so much dangerous prey that the prestige lost its worth to us. But we had not killed a dragon before. Ahnasha will be impressed. She hunts for the sake of challenging herself."

Sabine raised her face. A sobering thought made her lips relax into a frown. "I have never been the mightiest in my pack. It could be strange if I come back after slaying a dragon. I might look more powerful than I want people to think I am." She cast her eyes down. "Maybe you and Rhajul should take full credit for the kill instead."
If our concern is people abusing the system to gain more power, I have a fairly robust and simple solution. Cap the amount by which a Holy Site can be upgraded/repaired to 2x the original cost, measured against when the Holy Site was first built. This prevents the exponential growth scenario, isn't too overpowered so as to not encourage it too much, while still allowing people some room to renovate existing Holy Sites and repair them whenever necessary.


That works pretty well, actually. I'd be happy to have that instated.
@Frettzo No worries, brother. Congratulations on the job!

Thanks for letting us know. We'll be here whenever you drop by to goof around with us.
Reasons I am aiming to become an engineer and not a scientist...

@BBeast Right mate, you're lucky you got me one and a half weeks after my statistical machine learning exam. Otherwise I would glaze over at that.

For large y, this approaches 2, as for the repayment time of a new Holy Site.


I'm going to assume this is the crunch of what you're trying to demonstrate.

And if I have interpreted it correctly, you have demonstrated that destroying and rebuilding holy sites gets close to being as beneficial as building new holy sites if the upgrade is big enough compared to the original cost. But it is capped at the benefit of a fresh holy site. Is that right?

If that's the case, recycling old, cheap, deflated holy sites might become a viable strategy if there's no turn restriction on rebuilding. I don't know if that's so good of a precedent to set. I mean, the existing system isn't the most robust thing in the world, but I don't want important places that may have story lore to be encouraged to be wrecked for the sake of might points.

Now, I have been travelling today, so I neither have the energy nor my own computer to better test out alternatives. I would like you, if you are willing, to experiment with the convergence you found. My immediate thought is to put a cap on how much you can rebuild a holy site into, proportional to its original cost (such as x2 original cost but that's a kinda stingy example) and also prevent a holy site from being rebuilt more than once every 1(?) turn(s?).

Doing it that way could ensure that wrecking and rebuilding never gets close enough to the breaking-even of building a fresh holy site to be worth the trouble. Or at least something like that idea could. Have a brainstorm. The end goal ought to be that destroying your own holy sites should not be beneficial to you in terms of net might.

If anyone has any thoughts on this, speak up! I could be talking fatigue-enduced crap at this point. Give your opinions.

I'm going to sleep now.
Sabine at least looked as though she was regarding Yerig's thoughts. Some part of her resisted or drowned out certain reasonings in her mind. It was dulling, in a way. She breathed in and looked across to Yerig.

"We will get the axe first," she said. "I can carry on. I have suffered worse before and survived."

Nevermind the fact that her previous recovery was assisted by a ritual with the Hist.
There we go! Now, I'm traveling to visit relatives over the next week, but I'll post replies when I can.
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