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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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Sabine's response was the same as all the previous shouts. She brought up a ward and watched the bright orange wave split in a roaring stream around her. This was not like the shout that tried to drain her. It was the same fire as the dragon started with. And that let the staff feed on its magic.

When the fire ended, the blizzard had dissipated, and the smoke cleared to reveal Sabine laden with so much magical power that an orb of swirling frost encased her. Her eyes and hands lit up. With one movement, a surge of ice like crystal rushed up across the ground between Sabine and the dragon, at once striking the dragon's underbelly and growing around it until trapped and numb wherever the ice touched.

Sabine, now with the winds calmed and her demeanour focussed as a predator, raised a ward, prepared another icy spell, and briskly made paces towards the dragon. If still trapped by the ice, Sabine could kill the dragon, she knew. The dragon likely knew as well. This was its last chance.
Oh, I know. I'm just loving the prospect of Toun finding out about this and holding Teknall's preference for versatility over his head as a point to tease him for eternity.

"Are you sure you want to put a cup holder on it, brother? A demigoddess might black-hat your pwned ass again."
Lazarus is using script injection?

Teknall!

God damn it, man! This is why Toun doesn't trust you with his banking details!

Say it with me! ๐Ÿ‘Al-๐Ÿ‘-ways ๐Ÿ‘Sani-๐Ÿ‘-tise your ๐Ÿ‘input!
THREE IC POSTS AT ONCE!??!!


Sabine had intended to keep her distance. With the dragon's attention on her, closing into biting distance, launching a spell into its mouth carried a far greater risk. She cut her losses and shot the spell out towards the dragon's low-bent head without waiting for its mouth to open.

Even if it did not puncture its tough hide, it was powerful enough to inflict superficial damage at least.

But if the dragon was going to get close, Sabine would charge payment for every monstrous step. She drew yet more from the virtually bottomless reserve in her staff to draw her hands around the air around her. A shallow mist rose over the scorched grass and rime frost whitened patches on the ground. The air in her proximity grew chilled to a freezing cold limit. All the while, power swirled in her hands.

She kept her eyes on the dragon. If she timed it just right, she could bring about a blizzard to engulf at half -- if not more -- of the great creature's body at once.

She paused, and released.
Sabine was granted the time she needed by her companions. She strode towards the dragon, charging between her hand and the head of the Staff of Magnus another biting mass of swirling frost. She did not release it in the same way as before. She held it and lent it more power. Focussed on the dragon, she waited for just the right opportunity.

If the dragon exposed its maw, to shout or to bite again, Sabine had ready a large icy spear to shoot into its throat.
I did a thing. Not sure if it's enough, but it's a thing.


I read it. I liked it. I left a like. It is enough for me. :)
Sabine broke into a run to close distance with the crash-landed dragon. She had more warning for the next shout, which she drew up a ward against, though still had no idea what it would do. She stopped and braced herself in case it had force behind it.

When it washed over her ward, she was concerned by the way it was not absorbed like the other shouts. The dark magic instead drew pressure the other way. Her ward was being sapped of its power. A numbness in her fingers told of the effect sapping her strength as well.

Sabine kept her ward up and drew upon another spell in her other hand. A golden spell. She had to stave off the draining before acting further. It would take a moment that gave the dragon an opportunity to act.
An update for those involved with the Xos saga:
The collab for the final showdown will start eventually. There are a couple of posts leading up to it that are yet to be posted. One is already done but technically occurs after the first, so a little more patience may be required before we start.
Sabine braced to be prepared for anything with the dragon's flight above them. From throwing more spells, to warding another shout, to tumbling out of the way of a swoop. She flinched and hesitated with Yerig's shout on the dragon's wing messing up her timing, but it was an opportunity she did not intend to pass up.

Carefully aiming, Sabine once again threw a large icy spear at the dragon. This time, aiming just under the shoulder. She did not know if she could pierce its scales but she wanted to try whatever she could to force its landing.

If it did not work, she had one last trick to try, if her companions could protect her while trying it.
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