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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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In Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk] → 7 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
Narsi remained blank, almost betraying some sadness as Julan spoke. But as they drilled, something Julan said made Narsi's face harden.

Julan's suggestion to Rhazii came with a certain coincidental timing. The end of his sentence was punctuated with an aching impact just below his sternum, where Narsi jabbed her fist forward while he was distracted. The wind was gone from his lungs and his diaphragm swirled with nausea.

"Hey!" Rhazii instantly leapt into action, grabbing Narsi by the wrist, twisting her arm around to her back, and then shoving her against the ground by the nape of her neck.

Narsi strained one eye to look up at Julan. She snarled through grit teeth with her cheek pressed against the floor. "I ain't scared of you, clown boy!"

"Don't hit like a coward like that when you're training!" Rhazii shouted, in a way channelling Lorag, if a little less overwhelming. "If you're so bothered by some dumb words, you challenge Julan properly! Got it!?"

She was in no position to resist. Narsi struggled and got nowhere, hissing breaths in and out between her teeth.

"Are you going to make a challenge or not!?" Rhazii demanded.

Narsi closed her mouth. She broke eye contact with Julan, her stubbornness lasting another several seconds. She growled in frustration. "...No," she finally admitted.


Again, Fendros took a moment with his eyes downcast. He did not want to be the one caught lying, even if they were to lie in the first place. He did not have some inspired cover story.

"I did," was all he could say.
In Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk] → 7 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
"I don't care," Narsi proclaimed. "I'll beat you, I'll beat this guy, and then I'll beat Lorag."

"You're striking too low," Rhazii said. "If you cut like that it'll glance off the shoulder. Go higher." He tapped the base of his neck and they continued. "Also, you won't beat Lorag."

Narsi scowled. "Bullshit. He's not invincible."

"No, but he's better than you," Rhazii answered flatly. "Only a handful of people the clan have actually beaten him in a stand up fight. He's been fighting hard for all his life. Not just training. Wars. Battles." He stopped. "Okay, now continue with Julan."

While Rhazii and Julan swapped places, Narsi was surprisingly quiet and somewhat sunken.


Fendros felt his ears darken with a rush of blood. He tried to keep a straight face while searching for a satisfactory answer. After a suspicious length of silence, he lowered his eyes, waved a hand, and came up with all he had. "My family has magic in its tradition. I grew up learning. Just...keep my skills sharp when I can. It's easier now that Rhazii is almost grown up."

He hoped they did not remember Calia speaking about Fendros' previous difficulties with magic.
In Kingmaker [Pathfinder] → 7 yrs ago Forum: Tabletop Roleplay
Rosie and Oleg slowed the barrel down before a wall of smoke and roaring flames. "Shit, uhh..." She peered around to assess the options, for saving the barn was not one of them. Her mind was made up quickly when she saw wisps of smoke and steam rising from the well-seasoned timber of the palisade wall.

"I'm taking the wall!" She proclaimed.

It was trivial to find a nearby sizeable rag to dunk into the water. Slapping the timber with the wet rag to soak the most vulnerable spots took the rest of her attention. No use defending any of it if the wall was ruined.
In Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk] → 7 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
Rhazii remained neutral while performing the drill with Narsi. His eyes flicked over to Julan at moments. At least he was getting her to talk. He did not know whether that was ultimately a good thing or not.

Narsi answered Julan as best as she could while concentrating. "Well, maybe not everyone has to be nice to you, clown paint. Did you think of that?" She switched stances as Rhazii took his turn striking. "And 'everyone else here' is tougher? What's that supposed to mean? You think I haven't beaten up a few fighters my size since I've been here?"

"How long have you been training?" Rhazii asked.

Narsi answered immediately. "Since I could hold a weapon. Momma said I could stop training with her once I beat her up myself."

Rhazii sighed. "Right. Orc. We get it."


Fendros nodded vigorously. He was also having trouble maintaining eye contact. "Yes, I agree. There might be a time when things change and he changes, but...I would not count on that for less than a century or so."
In Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk] → 7 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
"No clan. A city." Narsi stood up and took the stick Rhazii offered. "Not telling you where."

"Uncle Lorag picked her up from Cheydinhal," Rhazii said flatly.

"Shut up!" Narsi raised her voice again.

Rhazii only let the corner of his mouth twitch up. "Raise your weapon to your side. Block my strikes and step back with each one. We'll take turns."

"I know how the drill works, I've done plenty with the others-argh!"

While Rhazii did not throw powerful horizontal strikes, he kept a brisk pace throwing them at Narsi's left and right in an alternating fashion. Narsi statically blocked each one as they slid their feet back with each movement, Rhazii advancing and Narsi going backwards. It was a simple drill to make strikes and footwork more natural.

Once Rhazii had taken about seven steps, he stepped back and let Narsi take her turn. She was far rougher with her strikes, clacking her stick loudly against Rhazii's blocks in a way that would jar the wrists of most her size.

"Why do you care, anyway!?" Narsi said to Julan over the audible swishing her stick made whirling in the air. "It's not like it matters to you!"


Fendros hesitated and brought his eyes down, away from S'nashi. His thoughts immediately went to the upcoming invasion. Saying yes to her now would be a lie. Unqualified, at least. At that, Fendros lifted his eyes and answered, even if the pause was suspicious. "Thankfully, our home is far enough away from here that I do not believe this will be a problem any time soon."

He tried and failed to smile.
In Kingmaker [Pathfinder] → 7 yrs ago Forum: Tabletop Roleplay
"Less talk, more push! Let's go!" Rosie vaulted over the barrel and spun to roll it across the yard with Oleg. She had no idea whether it was enough but it was the best they had.

Her eyes darted to her left to keep abreast of the situation. Just as she thought, the last enemy saw fit to run. That she could not quite see Odin from where she was was not a concern she could afford to pay attention to.

In Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk] → 7 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
"Yeah, whatever, rub it in, see if I care." Narsi had enough venom still that coming off as indifferent was hardly believable. "Just 'cos I have to be here and train with you boneheads doesn't mean I have to treat you like family, got it?" She lowered her eyes. "As soon as I get to beat Lorag up, I'm leaving."

Rhazii returned with some sturdy sticks under his arm. "Really? That's why you're here?" He couldn't stifle a snort. "You make it sound like you'll get it done in a week or two."

"Shut up," Narsi said under her breath.

"Stand up," Rhazii said, holding forward one of the sticks. "We'll begin while Julan finishes up."


Fendros nodded without making eye contact. "Yes. It was unfortunate, but at least he didn't... didn't hurt anyone." Fendros put a hand on the table. "I cannot begin to express how sorry I am that my father behaved in that manner. It was unfair on you that the problems between the two of us put everyone in danger."
In 2+ Players Needed for D&D 5e VC Game → 7 yrs ago Forum: Tabletop Interest Checks
Hey there folks!

I've been running a RP focussed Dungeons and Dragons 5th edition campaign over Discord voice chat for a while now. Due to some changes in a couple of players' circumstances, me and the other two remaining players are going for a soft reboot and we want fine players like you to make this story with us!

The setting is a custom high fantasy realm, heavy with mountains and glades and dangerous forests. But, it's paint-as-we-go, so all players will be adding to it as they like. Just about the only connection to other universes so far is that it borrows a few Golarion deities, though somewhat reimagined.

Our current roster is a human barbarian/fighter and teifling pentacaster, though those characters might change a bit with the reboot.

We are planning to play every two weeks on Sundays 8 am UTC -7 and go for roughly four hours. We do the table and dice on Roll20 and the communication over a Discord server.

Post if you're interested or have any questions! It'll be first-come-first-served. Session zero (the crunching the details session) is scheduled for the 21st of April.
In Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk] → 7 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
"Sure," Rhazii nodded and did as Julan asked. He needed to grab some weightier practice weapons to drill with anyway.

Narsi lowered her head, only glancing briefly up at Julan when he spoke. She lowered her brow and slowed her breathing before responding. "I ain't no one's sister," she mumbled. "Had no brothers growing up, I don't need any brothers now." She slumped down seated with her arms around her knees, glaring ahead. "This is stupid."


"Ahna, you saw how my family reacted. It wasn't normal for them either. I..." Fendros spotted Vasiq coming down the stairs and shut up. He cast a sympathetic look to Ahnasha and, after a second, nodded to her request.

The family gathered, Gwindir spoke. Sensing the pause, Fendros tried to reduce the tension. "Yes. Rhazii is out with my siblings this afternoon. They wanted some time to themselves." Nothing improved. "...How...are you all faring?" He tried asking.
In Kingmaker [Pathfinder] → 7 yrs ago Forum: Tabletop Roleplay
Rosie kept her eyes fixed and narrow on the cloaked bandit's movements. She stepped back and let his dagger swing into the void where her arm had been an instant before and brought her chain up behind her in the same movement. "You should'a run!" She shouted before her chain swung up and over the man's shoulder, raking his back with marks.

Just an inch to the left and his neck could have been sliced open. But Rosie was not done yet. She ducked in close within the enemy dagger's measure and weaved to the side. After twisting his way out of the chain, the bandit threw a wild stab to Rosie's side, only for Rosie to stop and slam her buckler into the bandit's wrist. Her other hand caught her chain halfway up its length before slashing it across the bandit's face. Through the harsh gashes, the bandit's eyes glazed and fluttered as he collapsed to the ground.

Rosie gave Gascon a glance and spat at the feet of the bandit. She then dropped into a run around the tables towards the homestead. "OLEG! SVETLANA! GET OUT HERE!" She shouted.



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