I am! I am. I've just been flat out lately. I plan to work on Yorum some more tonight.
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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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"So, a spear could get through," Marod thought out loud. "It would merely punish anyone getting close."
"Something is not right," Sabine said. Her tone was dry from her attention being split. "She knows Meesei's form is an advantage up close."
Bringing up an obscuring cloud proved a double-edged sword. Meesei's sharp hearing could pick up Teroiah's movements enough to hear her cast another spell, but no magic lashed out to attack Meesei, nor did Teroiah take any more steps.
Only as the lightning spell was almost ready did the logic come together in Meesei's mind -- the instant before Teroiah's determined face leapt out of the cloud at an impossible speed just a fathom to the left of where she was before. As Teroiah thrust out her spear towards Meesei's upper body, her feet fell silently on the pavement with the small dark blue wisps of a muffling spell.
The spearhead flashed with an unusual violet aura. Meesei had only that moment to react.
"Something is not right," Sabine said. Her tone was dry from her attention being split. "She knows Meesei's form is an advantage up close."
Bringing up an obscuring cloud proved a double-edged sword. Meesei's sharp hearing could pick up Teroiah's movements enough to hear her cast another spell, but no magic lashed out to attack Meesei, nor did Teroiah take any more steps.
Only as the lightning spell was almost ready did the logic come together in Meesei's mind -- the instant before Teroiah's determined face leapt out of the cloud at an impossible speed just a fathom to the left of where she was before. As Teroiah thrust out her spear towards Meesei's upper body, her feet fell silently on the pavement with the small dark blue wisps of a muffling spell.
The spearhead flashed with an unusual violet aura. Meesei had only that moment to react.
"Um, I'm not hungry, thank you," Sabine said automatically. She was so absorbed by the duel that she did not notice the Dwemer spider. She forgot who was even asking.
Upon their meeting, the chain whipped around the tentacle twice. When the final barbed link struck, the tentacle's link to Mundus was withered like dry grass against a blasting fire. It served its purpose in stopping the magical chain's momentum, though it shrivelled away into thin air before Meesei could dismiss it herself. The way the magicka unravelled was frightening. Teroiah had apparently applied her reputation for bringing down wards to this spell.
However, Teroiah's prowess in a duel remained on display. There was no clear way to flank around her ward. Meesei's changes in position were too easy to follow. All the same, she had little recourse against the growing sheet of frost on the pavement below. The heat of the sun initially left the tiles only darkened with water, but each frost spell built on the other.
Meesei only had to dodge one more dispelling chain, swept around wide in the opposite direction of her circling. It swung high enough that it was easily ducked. It was enough for Teroiah to change her approach again. This time, the hidden spell in her hand clutched a swirling blue storm on thin air. Pulling back, she drew forth a bound shortspear with a wickedly sharp point.
She looked intently at Meesei wherever she moved. Without anything but lightning to strike at, Teroiah's spear appeared to be useless. But a charge of excited sounds built up from the other Altmer mages.
"I hope Meesei doesn't get too close to that spear, now," Marod commented.
Vera blinked, as much as she tried not to. "But her skin can't be broken in that form, right?"
"Well," Marod said reluctantly. "I'm no magical expert, but I know a gambit when I see one."
Upon their meeting, the chain whipped around the tentacle twice. When the final barbed link struck, the tentacle's link to Mundus was withered like dry grass against a blasting fire. It served its purpose in stopping the magical chain's momentum, though it shrivelled away into thin air before Meesei could dismiss it herself. The way the magicka unravelled was frightening. Teroiah had apparently applied her reputation for bringing down wards to this spell.
However, Teroiah's prowess in a duel remained on display. There was no clear way to flank around her ward. Meesei's changes in position were too easy to follow. All the same, she had little recourse against the growing sheet of frost on the pavement below. The heat of the sun initially left the tiles only darkened with water, but each frost spell built on the other.
Meesei only had to dodge one more dispelling chain, swept around wide in the opposite direction of her circling. It swung high enough that it was easily ducked. It was enough for Teroiah to change her approach again. This time, the hidden spell in her hand clutched a swirling blue storm on thin air. Pulling back, she drew forth a bound shortspear with a wickedly sharp point.
She looked intently at Meesei wherever she moved. Without anything but lightning to strike at, Teroiah's spear appeared to be useless. But a charge of excited sounds built up from the other Altmer mages.
"I hope Meesei doesn't get too close to that spear, now," Marod commented.
Vera blinked, as much as she tried not to. "But her skin can't be broken in that form, right?"
"Well," Marod said reluctantly. "I'm no magical expert, but I know a gambit when I see one."
Teroiah's previous spell left her inhumanly fast. Meesei's attacks did not even put her off balance as she swept herself back, down, sideways, and away from Meesei's reach. All the while, her ward held strong against the blue sparks licking at her from Meesei's presence.
True to her duelling prowess, the moment Teroiah cast her next spell was only telegraphed by the amount of power Meesei sensed. All the same, Meesei timed her bolt escape well. Out of Teroiah's open fingers was cast a whipping line of glowing violet links, as if a chain of pure magicka had leapt from her palm. The point of the chain floundered harmlessly in the void Meesei left, but she felt the rest of the chain as she bolted through.
It tugged and tore at the very magic that rendered her lightning form. The chain winked out of existence at its full extension, but had it hit Meesei directly, enough of her body would have reincorporated for her flesh to be exposed to cutting. It was an innovative dispelling magic that Meesei could not afford to be struck by.
The front of Teroiah's ward kept her safe from the brunt of Meesei's bolt escape, though her back was raked with lightning that made her reel forward and cry out in pain. She spun to face Meesei again, teeth gritted and uniform softly smoking.
"If you shall mock a storm atronach, I shall fight you like one, savage!" Teroiah shouted out. Already, the dispelling chain charged again in her hand. This time, she swung it around her head as it extended, sweeping horizontally towards Meesei's side.
Sabine, Marod, and Vera were all on the edges of their seats. Only Marod gathered enough wits to form words. "I...sadly doubt they expected the duel to proceed for long enough to eat. Not that I mind!"
The Thalmor around them were dumbstruck. Little hints in their demeanours showed varying levels of worry and encouragement for their commander. Siloune remained focussed and vigilant.
True to her duelling prowess, the moment Teroiah cast her next spell was only telegraphed by the amount of power Meesei sensed. All the same, Meesei timed her bolt escape well. Out of Teroiah's open fingers was cast a whipping line of glowing violet links, as if a chain of pure magicka had leapt from her palm. The point of the chain floundered harmlessly in the void Meesei left, but she felt the rest of the chain as she bolted through.
It tugged and tore at the very magic that rendered her lightning form. The chain winked out of existence at its full extension, but had it hit Meesei directly, enough of her body would have reincorporated for her flesh to be exposed to cutting. It was an innovative dispelling magic that Meesei could not afford to be struck by.
The front of Teroiah's ward kept her safe from the brunt of Meesei's bolt escape, though her back was raked with lightning that made her reel forward and cry out in pain. She spun to face Meesei again, teeth gritted and uniform softly smoking.
"If you shall mock a storm atronach, I shall fight you like one, savage!" Teroiah shouted out. Already, the dispelling chain charged again in her hand. This time, she swung it around her head as it extended, sweeping horizontally towards Meesei's side.
Sabine, Marod, and Vera were all on the edges of their seats. Only Marod gathered enough wits to form words. "I...sadly doubt they expected the duel to proceed for long enough to eat. Not that I mind!"
The Thalmor around them were dumbstruck. Little hints in their demeanours showed varying levels of worry and encouragement for their commander. Siloune remained focussed and vigilant.
Yeah, that's exactly right. She was planning to evade, so your post lines up fine.
I have to go to bed, though. I'll be busy tomorrow but I might have time to write up a quick post over lunch.
I have to go to bed, though. I'll be busy tomorrow but I might have time to write up a quick post over lunch.
Yeah, time will tell more, I guess.
The spell Teroiah cast was not one used in conventional combat. It was a short spray of icy needles that struck everywhere in a cone in front of her, except for Meesei's ward, where they pitifully disintegrated. The small spell was meant to end the duel quickly by piercing Meesei's hide without giving her enough area to dodge.
Siloune's brow lowered in confusion.
Teroiah's eyes widened as reality hit her. However, while she kept her ward raised, her other spell hand moved on its own to cast a glowing sheen across her entire body -- a fortification of some description. She did not even allow herself a response to Meesei's taunting before charging something new. Again, it was obscured in nature, though this would not be lacking power if it the time she was taking was any indication.
"She's moving faster," Sabine commented. "She knows she has to outmanoeuvre Meesei to charge her next spell. She is adapting."
Siloune's brow lowered in confusion.
Teroiah's eyes widened as reality hit her. However, while she kept her ward raised, her other spell hand moved on its own to cast a glowing sheen across her entire body -- a fortification of some description. She did not even allow herself a response to Meesei's taunting before charging something new. Again, it was obscured in nature, though this would not be lacking power if it the time she was taking was any indication.
"She's moving faster," Sabine commented. "She knows she has to outmanoeuvre Meesei to charge her next spell. She is adapting."
Oh my goodness, YES! I kind of hope it's set in the Aldmeri Dominion, it'd be a nice shake-up and there's a lot of potential for stories there.
But yeah, judging on what I've read (which isn't very much, to be honest), Bethesda's going to take their time with other projects. It's all good, though. The other games they make are generally pretty good.
But yeah, judging on what I've read (which isn't very much, to be honest), Bethesda's going to take their time with other projects. It's all good, though. The other games they make are generally pretty good.
Teroiah's cheeks face flared out in a beet red hue. The way she growled, incensed by Meesei's response, made her sound oddly more savage than Meesei's even voice.
She was about to shout out again when she was interrupted. "That is enough!" Siloune's voice made Teroiah hold back with pursed lips and clenched fists. "Teroiah, put your nattering aside and let us get this over with. You are not here to win for yourself, but for the Dominion. Do I make myself clear!?"
Teroiah stared daggers at Meesei, straightened, and breathed in. "Yes, madam," she answered quickly.
"Then do not forget it." Siloune stood at the base of the stone seating stand. She swung her head across to face Meesei. "This duel shall only begin on my mark and end upon one combatant inflicting a weeping wound on the other. You are not to act with force sufficient to cause death or permanent damage. To do so is to nullify the duel's results. And in your case, Champion of Hircine, you will be held responsible for the bodily harm of a Dominion general. This duel shall be confined to the radius of this arena. And do not for a moment believe you shall be able to come close to the spectators -- they are protected by a barrier that I shall keep up during the entire course of the duel." Siloune gave Teroiah one more sideways glare. "You may both use whatever means are available to you. Are these terms agreeable to both parties?"
Teroiah stepped leisurely into a combat stance with a spell in each hand. "Yes, invigilator," she said, using a new word likely pertaining to Siloune's role in the duel itself.
While the magic in Teroiah's palms was visible, Meesei could not tell from the colours or the energy exactly what the spells were. Teroiah was possibly employing some means to obscure them.
Siloune waited for Meesei to confirm her agreement before lifting an arm. "Prepare yourselves...and...mark!" Her arm dropped.
Teroiah used the first instant to erect a ward and then charge and release a spell towards Meesei at speed. The movements she used suggested a magical projectile of some kind.
She was about to shout out again when she was interrupted. "That is enough!" Siloune's voice made Teroiah hold back with pursed lips and clenched fists. "Teroiah, put your nattering aside and let us get this over with. You are not here to win for yourself, but for the Dominion. Do I make myself clear!?"
Teroiah stared daggers at Meesei, straightened, and breathed in. "Yes, madam," she answered quickly.
"Then do not forget it." Siloune stood at the base of the stone seating stand. She swung her head across to face Meesei. "This duel shall only begin on my mark and end upon one combatant inflicting a weeping wound on the other. You are not to act with force sufficient to cause death or permanent damage. To do so is to nullify the duel's results. And in your case, Champion of Hircine, you will be held responsible for the bodily harm of a Dominion general. This duel shall be confined to the radius of this arena. And do not for a moment believe you shall be able to come close to the spectators -- they are protected by a barrier that I shall keep up during the entire course of the duel." Siloune gave Teroiah one more sideways glare. "You may both use whatever means are available to you. Are these terms agreeable to both parties?"
Teroiah stepped leisurely into a combat stance with a spell in each hand. "Yes, invigilator," she said, using a new word likely pertaining to Siloune's role in the duel itself.
While the magic in Teroiah's palms was visible, Meesei could not tell from the colours or the energy exactly what the spells were. Teroiah was possibly employing some means to obscure them.
Siloune waited for Meesei to confirm her agreement before lifting an arm. "Prepare yourselves...and...mark!" Her arm dropped.
Teroiah used the first instant to erect a ward and then charge and release a spell towards Meesei at speed. The movements she used suggested a magical projectile of some kind.
Marod and Sabine both enjoyed their first look at Alinor in turn. Sabine was so entranced by the sight that she did not remember to sit down until Meesei was in position.
The responses to Meesei's transformation varied between blank, confused, and alarmed. The escorting battlemages called it out and immediately scrambled to conjure flickering, half-present swords into their hands. "Stand down!" Siloune barked immediately. The mages reluctantly dismissed their weapons into nothing. Siloune gave no hint as to her thoughts on her face, except to imply that she was no more intimidated by Meesei's imposing werewolf form than the portraits in the previous meeting room would have been.
Teroiah, on the other hand, threw back her hood and paced angrily to her position in the arena, half a stone's throw away from Meesei. Unlike the fearful guards near the stands, she was furious. "Do you intend to insult me, lycanthrope!? This is a duel to first blood! That matted pelt will not protect you, neither will your ugly form! I have heard of your reputation in the arcane arts" -- She jabbed a gloved finger towards the ground -- "I demand you bring them to this duel! I am not one of your ilk here to wrestle and bite like a savage."
Marod leaned towards Sabine as well. "I rather agree with the sentiment of your ally here. I am unsure how practical the beast form will be in this particular instance."
Vera looked on, crossed her arms, and failed to hide a smirk.
After all this, Sabine overcame her nerves enough to answer. "It's a plan. Just wait."
The responses to Meesei's transformation varied between blank, confused, and alarmed. The escorting battlemages called it out and immediately scrambled to conjure flickering, half-present swords into their hands. "Stand down!" Siloune barked immediately. The mages reluctantly dismissed their weapons into nothing. Siloune gave no hint as to her thoughts on her face, except to imply that she was no more intimidated by Meesei's imposing werewolf form than the portraits in the previous meeting room would have been.
Teroiah, on the other hand, threw back her hood and paced angrily to her position in the arena, half a stone's throw away from Meesei. Unlike the fearful guards near the stands, she was furious. "Do you intend to insult me, lycanthrope!? This is a duel to first blood! That matted pelt will not protect you, neither will your ugly form! I have heard of your reputation in the arcane arts" -- She jabbed a gloved finger towards the ground -- "I demand you bring them to this duel! I am not one of your ilk here to wrestle and bite like a savage."
Marod leaned towards Sabine as well. "I rather agree with the sentiment of your ally here. I am unsure how practical the beast form will be in this particular instance."
Vera looked on, crossed her arms, and failed to hide a smirk.
After all this, Sabine overcame her nerves enough to answer. "It's a plan. Just wait."
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