Muttonhawk

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Fendros leaned his forearm on the table and sighed from his nose. He eyed the food in front of him, thinking for a moment, before catching the leader's eyes directly. "Do'rhajul's history does validate your concerns, I will grant. It would be foolish to assume that any remaining allegiance to Vile was impossible. However, there are a number of reasons I am comfortable with this arrangement." Fendros turned his hand and lifted fingers with each point. "First, I trust Sabine. I heard the details of what happened when she was captured. She never overestimates her capabilities and I believe she can keep Do'rhajul under a close eye. Secondly, none trust Do'rhajul but her. Even if the information he provides to strike at Vile's cult are accurate to the letter, he will not be given charge of anything he can use to undermine us. He is a broken, impotent old Khajiit guarded by one of the most powerful lycan mages in the world. I can assure you as one with firsthand experience against the man, we have taken necessary steps."

Sabine barely got out a greetings before the Breton Daggerfall clan leader began. She gave Do'rhajul a fleeting look before giving the leader a nod.

On the way to the wine cask, Sabine clutched at her upper arm and avoided eye contact at first. "I understand Meesei took out her anger on you while I was captured. I want to say sorry for arriving and leaving without explanation. I was...not managing myself with the forethought I should have at the time. I feel partly responsible." She looked at him again. "I am sorry, I also have a poor memory for names. What is yours?"

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

"Of course," Sabine said back to Lorag. "I shall visit many clans, I think. There are several roles I believe need filling in a new pack." She nervously smiled, glanced at Moves-Through-Grass, and turned her eyes down. "But mostly I will be looking for new friends. Prepare your best for when I shall arrive, Moves-Through-Grass, but I will select none that cannot cohere with Rhajul and me. And I may take some time to decide from all the candidates."

Conversations moved on and those at the high table relaxed into their food and drinks. Sabine spent a little more time catching up with Ciinriel and chatting with others, but the Daggerfall leader's looks did not escape her, nor did his still-visible welt from Meesei's fury. An opportunity came around when Fendros excused himself to find a seat closer to the Dunmer leadership.

Sabine caught the Daggerfall leaders' eye and gestured subtly to the empty seat Fendros left behind. She wanted to know whether the leader wanted his agenda hidden or not. Either way, Sabine still wanted to apologise to him for what Meesei did.

Meanwhile, Fendros made his way around to the quiet discussions of the Dunmer requesting his attention from before. He addressed them genially to start. "Good day my friends. I take it the hospitality has been to your liking so far?"

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Sabine twisted her mouth with uncertainty at Meesei's advice. "I have hesitated," she said. "I have always been in the same pack. I have always known my packmates as family I can trust. Finding new packmates from those I have not met before...does not feel right. And Hircine has not shown me where to find my pack like he did for you, Meesei."

Even with her ambivalence, Sabine smiled thankfully at the Lilmoth leader. After a caught breath and a glance at both Do'rhajul and Meesei, Sabine leant forward to address the dark-scaled Argonian. "I thank you. And...perhaps I could meet them later? I must start somewhere, I think. What is your name?"

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay Mk.II

YES! I have finally finished the Biology section of the hain wiki page!

Now, how much do I have left...

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Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Rhazii let out a slow breath and bowed his head. While Do'rhajul did not directly do as Sabine said, his words were enough to demonstrate to Rhazii the motives for his defection.

Sabine nodded to Do'rhajul. "Thank you, Rhajul." She looked about as if just noticing the food. "Please, eat, everyone," she said, gesturing to the table.

Noise grew as the silent group around Do'rhajul slowly began their meals. Just as well; the food was especially delicious considering most nights were the product of their own individual cooking.

The dragon meat was unique in its slight natural spice, though to compare its quality to a well fed duck, cattle, or goat meat was to lead to disappointment. The muscles were made from large strings of fibre that sprang rubbery between the teeth and held little richness. However, the chefs made up for the meat's shortcomings by preparing it with expensive spices and perfect cooking. Elsewhere, the offal was almost universally average, if large, excepting a few organs. In particular, the great chopped cubes of sweetbreads the chefs made from the dragon's thymus and heart were a delicacy none could ever compare to. Though they, too, were tough, they held a small magical side-effect to them which gave the illusion in the mouth of seemingly random flavours of mild intensity. Some were not to the eater's tastes, most were a pleasant surprise. Every mouthful was different.

Of course, hardly enough time passed to discover all these subtleties before Janius caught Sabine's eye shortly after Do'rhajul had finished speaking.

"So, sister," Janius said before swallowing his mouthful of baked yam. "Now that it's in the public, have you made any motions to select more members for your new pack?"

"Sabine's leaving the pack?" Rhazii asked, suddenly confused and just a trace hurt.

"I will not be leaving the family," Sabine clarified with a small smile. "I will still be as close to all of you as ever, but..." She breathed in. "I must form a new pack to be Rhajul's leader." Her eyes glanced up at Janius. "I have not found anyone else yet. I have not given it much thought."

"What about Karl?" Janius asked.

Sabine's smile faded. "I...do not want him to be in the same danger I will be in. He has his own sounder anyway."

Karl could be seen seated with his sounder on a table separate to the leadership. He was talking and laughing with the same sounder Sabine mentioned, though he kept stealing glances up to the main table. He likely could not make out where Sabine was with his eyes the way they were.

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay Mk.II

Is this right? I think this is right. I meant to do this ages ago, but here it is now:

Tomb Weaver

Physical Creation / Artefact:

Tomb Weaver

Currently carried by: Vestec, god of chaos

Name: The Tomb Weaver

Cost: 12 MP: 5 from Teknall, 7 from Toun

Description:
When Zephyrion’s dark shard Xos the Unmaker began its rampage and murdered the god of war, Kyre, the gods Logos, Toun, and Teknall resolved to stop Xos before he could kill any further gods. While Logos wished Xos destroyed, Toun was loath to see any further divines killed, whether they were fratricidal maniacs or not. Toun and Teknall thus conspired to build a trap to imprison Xos while giving off the impression Xos had been killed.

Their joint project to build this prison was the Tomb Weaver. This large needle-like artefact is capable of tracing lines of powerful glowing gossamer through reality that, on command, tighten, trap, and draw the subject they ensnare into the flawless, slightly blue-hued diamond at the needle’s eye. These threads simultaneously construct a tesseract prison around the subject similar to the mechanism by which Chiral Phi (Jvan’s avatar) contains her rift to the Gap. This prison is then stored in the gem until such time as an external source releases the prisoner by breaking the artefact or otherwise undermining it.

The prison is a hyperdimensional loop without internal walls. The prisoner may travel in any physical or metaphysical direction and find themselves very soon where they started. All energy they release is necessarily directed back at themselves. Anywhere the prisoner looks, they see only their back. There is no escape from the inside, in theory.

The means by which the Tomb Weaver ensnares its victim is like a needle that moves through higher dimensions. As if it was coated in some pushing aura, light and matter diffracts around its point. When the point is thrust forward, it parts not just matter but reality itself. By these means it may pass harmlessly through almost any physical object, leaving behind no trace but its trailing thread. Gods have the easiest time weaving such snares by willing the needle at speed through the air and through their targets.

The Tomb Weaver is suitable for use in combat as its thread-trailing and reality-parting powers may be suppressed for use as a lance. While it was not designed foremost as a weapon, the immense power imbued into the needle makes it powerful in a fight. However, due to its ongoing function as a prison, it may lack the power in combat compared to an equivalently costed artefact weapon.

There is no easy way to release a prisoner from the Tomb Weaver. However, as a safety measure, there is imbued in the Tounic Calligraphy a means of loosening the tesseract in lengthy stages. The first stage provides trace levels of two-way communication between the mind of the wielder and the mind of the prisoner. The second stage allows the prisoner to express small amounts of power from the Tomb Weaver itself. The third stage allows the prisoner to escape, but tears the tesseract prison irreparably, requiring the artefact to be reempowered by a god for 6 MP before it can be used to imprison anyone ever again. Each of these stages can only be triggered by specific happenstances or rituals, each more difficult than the last and each relating in effect to the prisoner within.

Appearance:
The Tomb Weaver is a cylindrical needle forged from orichalcum alloyed with other magically-conductive metals. It measures a hand over one metre long and wide enough to fit comfortably in a human hand, though its material makes it a weighty bar to hold. Its physical construction by Teknall guarantees the highest quality.

On the needle’s length is an uncountable corpus of Tounic Calligraphy to dictate the needle’s powers. The calligraphic symbols are as much inked into the artefact as etched, ensuring that they may not be damaged easily.

On one end of the needle is the point, curving evenly into its taper and slightly bending the light that runs across it. On the other end, secured by sturdy claws clutching from the body of the needle, is a blue-hued, eight-sided, flawless diamond, glowing with power. This diamond encases the tesseract prison of the Tomb Weaver and produces the needle’s glowing thread.

Flaw:
The first stage of loosening the tesseract prison for weak two-way communication has a bug. Any wielder who aligns a thought with the prisoner can trigger that first stage, whether they be mortal or divine.

Creation Post: https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/4419732

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Finally, after a silent moment staring at Do'rhajul with a deep frown, Rhazii relented. He lowered his eyes from Do'rhajul and looked to be holding back a different emotion to anger.

"We're not monsters, you know?" Rhazii's voice lowered drastically. "You know what it's like to be scared to lose your family. I almost lost Meesei, mother, and recently Sabine. You have to know how I felt. Remember that. We're just normal people."

Sabine drew a long breath in. "Rhajul," she said gently. "Perhaps you should tell Rhazii what you have seen these past few days, living in this clan."

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Rhazii's glower hardly faltered. He gripped the table's edge until his claws raked bright scratches in the wood. He quickly shook his head before responding.

"So, what now?" He raised his voice only slightly. "What are you fighting for now if you only just figured out the big fat lie he had you under!?"

"You will not shout, Rhazii," Fendros said before it escalated.

Rhazii bared his teeth, returning to a more polite volume of angry words. "Do'rhajul, why are you even here?"

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay Mk.II

You know, I feel like we've got some really mature narratives going on. Really exploring mortal and divine experiences in a deep and meaningful-

'No, it had no peepees!' Juras declared.

@Kho

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay Mk.II

So, I've realised that for the population of [New] Chronos to grow from 74 to ~82,000 over billions of years... it would have to be abominably slow. The growth rate would have to be something like 0.[lotsa zeroes]1%

I guess they're just not into making babies. Or something

@Kho

Do aging and/or gestation periods for new babies stay on the timescale of the world outside new Chronos? Maybe they just have multi-millenium long pregnancies.