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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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Collaborating with Slime some more, preparing to run a D&D campaign, work work, going interstate this weekend to visit family, and thinking about the last two segments of the Yorumpost.

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Marod's smile became a sly one. "My good captain Gro-Konesh, would you believe that was one of the first matters I had to..." He stopped and released his breath through his nose. "No, I know, I should get to the point." He looked at Lorag with his head held forward. "The current deal, as it stands, is that clan lycanthropes who deserted the legion may all be offered an imperial pardon at the discretion of the emperor himself-" he raised his hands with index fingers raised, "-upon the advice of Legate General Gro-Tagnud when he reports the outcome of the mission. Until then, any lycans who fight alongside the legion battlegroup will be treated as local militia, who are consequently treated as imperial subjects, who consequently must be treated as though they have not signed their legal rights to the legion in the past. And if someone finds it in their interest to try and prove otherwise -- in a legal sense -- they must defer to the highest standing member of the judiciary present. Which..." He looked left and right, before leaning back and placing a hand on his chest, "...Happens to be me! In summary, I am protecting ex-legion lycanthropes for now, so they can take this opportunity to earn their freedom."

Lunise looked down her nose at Marod. "And what, pray thee tell, happens if the Legate General decides to recommend against the amnesty?"

"...Well..." Marod began. "A few things. First, he throws away any opportunity to enlist lycans in the legion, which he is quite enthusiastic about. Next, he would perhaps knowingly ferment a panic about lycan clans amongst the legion, which would ultimately lead to more military engagements and casualties than he and the Empire can afford to cause at this time. And, more tellingly...I suppose I can share this...He has a niece and nephew in the lycan clans. I will not mention their names for ethical reasons, but he has a chance to see them again if they are part of the overall amnesty promised."
Neither Lunise nor Marod answered immediately. Lunise turned her eyes down and opened her mouth first. "I believe you already heard the attitudes the Dominion have to mixing soldiery. I can see lycans being appreciated for running communications or..." She cleared her throat. "Shielding the front lines temporarily. However, Teroiah is nothing if not pragmatic in her approach to command. If you want to risk showing her what the average lycan can do, she may appreciate them more."

After a moment, Marod stuck out his lip and shrugged. "I personally believe there is much potential for lycans in the legion battlegroup. Although, I shall defer to Legate General Gro-Tagnud for exactly how. You may want to forward the offer directly to him."
Did the whole pack here include Rhazii and Julan?
"As you say," Marod said. He gave his genial smile, happy to think he was helping.

It did not take too long for Fendros to return with the rest of the pack in tow. None of them were expecting the duel to take an especially long time, so they had been prepared to drop their tasks to attend.

Janius came in rolling his shoulders. "So, it was a success? Does that mean we can focus on preparing the invasion force now?"

"We have our Dominion reinforcements at the very least," Fendros said.

They all sat down, waiting for Meesei's input.
Fendros stood up towards the door. "Of course," he responded.

"Pardon me for intruding, Meesei," Marod said with a hand half-extended. His smile had restrained itself partially to matters of fact. "I rather think you should exercise caution regardless of the immediate repercussions that jolly Thalmor officer Teroiah may suffer." He filled his lungs. "For, you see, the Altmer -- nay, all elf cultures -- have a way of delaying vengeance to the best opportunity. And on the timescale of mer lives, that may be anywhere between a day and several decades. That is not to say that Teroiah wishes you any less harm today or in several years, but it may mean that she will be on...thin ice, in the eyes of her superiors. Their pettiness may show itself if she requires assistance from them for this operation, or if she is accused of wrongdoing."

"Get to the point, Marod," Lunise said to the wall in front of her.

Marod paused, looked to the back of Lunise's head, nodded, and continued. "...Right, there are inescapable facts that you know well." He placed a hand on his index finger. "Firstly, you could have held the powers of a god, but they still see you as Argonian. Siloune may foster a cold exterior, but she will not forget that." He held two fingers in his hand. "Secondly, Teroiah was defeated twice. The first defeat was from her own mistakes, no less. The Thalmor will not forget that either." He wrapped three fingers in his hand. "Thirdly, this is going to be a mission in cooperation with the Thalmor's greatest Nirnian enemy. Thalmor high commanders are not going to be enthused to sponsor it."

"What he is trying to say through that blabbering," Lunise said with no shortage of frustration. "Is that you may get a little less than you bargained for from the Thalmor. And asking for more will not succeed. No amount of logical pleading about the destruction of the world will change that."
Fendros was naturally just as curious as Ahnasha about the results of Meesei's duel. He exhaled with some relief when he heard the outcome. "That's good news," he said. "What happened, exactly? Was it easy? Did anything unexpected occur?"

"Um..." Sabine chimed in before Meesei could elaborate. "Nothing went wrong that Meesei had too much trouble with, but..." She looked at Meesei now that they were away from the Thalmor officials. "Teroiah looked very upset. Are you sure she will not be difficult when she arrives with her force?"

Lunise did not add anything to the conversation just yet. She stood facing the wall, looking up and frowning in thought.
Hey!

So I've finally managed to chase down a one-way ticket outta Hell. I apologize for my inactivity (I know I've been apologizing for it the entirety of these last 2 years, sorry for that as well). I still have a few months to kill here in Venezuela, which I'll spend with old friends. It's safe to say that you probably won't see me around until November or such, as I'll likely have settled in my new home by then.

I'm happy to finally have my future in my hands, but it's been quite tough getting to grips with leaving everything I've known behind and every moment that passes I realize more and more that I'm gonna become a male version of Starfire pretty soon, hehe.

I'll probably pop by a couple times a month, so shoot me a PM if you need to contact me for whatever reason, as always.


Having recently moved countries myself (albeit without anywhere close to as many troubles behind me), I can completely understand.

Keep those to-do lists fresh, take all the time you need, and godspeed my dude.
Sounds good to me.
So, where did you want to go next, scene-wise?
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