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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.
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P.S. Not having breakfast can make you weary. That's for sure!
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Unfortunately, I have to stop to finish an assignment now. Good night!
"Understood," Fendros said with a nod. The concern he felt going up against someone specifically adapted to kill him and the pack was something he could not shake easily, especially with the constraint of Ahnasha's pregnancy overshadowing the hunt. Fendros decided to take Ahnasha's advice and try not to worry. If anything, he should be prepared to face other werewolf packs if they turn out to be hostile. If what Meesei said about Hircine's message was true, it would be more than likely that werewolves from across Tamriel would be clawing at the chance to become Hircine's champion.
My role in the group, Fendros repeated to himself, leaning up against the wall of the cave, Well, I'm certainly not the strongest, that'll be Lorag. Stealthiest, Runt, no question. Quickest, Ahna, as well as the best with a bow. Magically adept, pfft, as if it wouldn't be Meesei. Janius? Well, he's clever, and a bit too brave, and he can use magic. Where am I? Fendros thought back to his training and tried to reflect. I'm faster than Janius and Lorag, but not as much as Ahnasha... I can shoot, I have a passable fighting style... I've no hope with magic... How would it all fit together? I was learning with the group hunts on the way here, but this time I think I'll be expected to fully pull my weight... Fendros wracked his brain, but couldn't quite find exactly where he fit yet. Maybe it will make more sense when we get started. We will probably have a completely different plan than usual in this environment.
Not wanting to pester Meesei and Ahnasha further, in case he had interrupted a previous conversation, Fendros settled for going back into the cave and sitting by the fire with Janius and Lorag. They were all staring into the growing flames they had just set. In some darker corner of the cave, Fendros could hear Sabine grinding something in the small wooden mortar and pestle she had brought along. Fendros had wondered why she seemed to approach most of the ingredients in this wilderness with as much expertise as in Cyrodiil. In reality, Sabine was silently experimenting with the samples she found on the road, but still gave off the impression that she knew what these plants and seeds could do.
"So, have you two fought werewolf hunters before?" Fendros asked Janius and Lorag.
"Aye, once," Janius said, "they were tracking us down, somewhere just north of Leyawiin I think?" Janius looked over to Lorag with a questioning expression to confirm his memory. "Anyway, these folks were like the worst kind of wily bandits. They lit the upwind part of the forest on fire to drive us to move. We almost ran into a gigantic... harp of tripwires, I suppose you could call it. I was the first one to trigger one of those blasted traps," Fendros detected a tiny shiver from Janius as he recalled the memory, "a poisoned dart paralyzed my leg and drained the strength away from my body. We were lucky, though, we found a cave that the hunters had obviously not considered and we sheltered until the fire passed. After that, they tried searching for our crippled bodies. I had to stay in the cave, but the others managed to find a couple of them and tear them to shreds. There were a number of others that escaped to within towns before we could catch them. We all got some silver souvenirs that day, some in the form of scars as well as weapons." Janius looked over at Lorag, "Lorag, tell him what you told me about how they fought once you caught them."
My role in the group, Fendros repeated to himself, leaning up against the wall of the cave, Well, I'm certainly not the strongest, that'll be Lorag. Stealthiest, Runt, no question. Quickest, Ahna, as well as the best with a bow. Magically adept, pfft, as if it wouldn't be Meesei. Janius? Well, he's clever, and a bit too brave, and he can use magic. Where am I? Fendros thought back to his training and tried to reflect. I'm faster than Janius and Lorag, but not as much as Ahnasha... I can shoot, I have a passable fighting style... I've no hope with magic... How would it all fit together? I was learning with the group hunts on the way here, but this time I think I'll be expected to fully pull my weight... Fendros wracked his brain, but couldn't quite find exactly where he fit yet. Maybe it will make more sense when we get started. We will probably have a completely different plan than usual in this environment.
Not wanting to pester Meesei and Ahnasha further, in case he had interrupted a previous conversation, Fendros settled for going back into the cave and sitting by the fire with Janius and Lorag. They were all staring into the growing flames they had just set. In some darker corner of the cave, Fendros could hear Sabine grinding something in the small wooden mortar and pestle she had brought along. Fendros had wondered why she seemed to approach most of the ingredients in this wilderness with as much expertise as in Cyrodiil. In reality, Sabine was silently experimenting with the samples she found on the road, but still gave off the impression that she knew what these plants and seeds could do.
"So, have you two fought werewolf hunters before?" Fendros asked Janius and Lorag.
"Aye, once," Janius said, "they were tracking us down, somewhere just north of Leyawiin I think?" Janius looked over to Lorag with a questioning expression to confirm his memory. "Anyway, these folks were like the worst kind of wily bandits. They lit the upwind part of the forest on fire to drive us to move. We almost ran into a gigantic... harp of tripwires, I suppose you could call it. I was the first one to trigger one of those blasted traps," Fendros detected a tiny shiver from Janius as he recalled the memory, "a poisoned dart paralyzed my leg and drained the strength away from my body. We were lucky, though, we found a cave that the hunters had obviously not considered and we sheltered until the fire passed. After that, they tried searching for our crippled bodies. I had to stay in the cave, but the others managed to find a couple of them and tear them to shreds. There were a number of others that escaped to within towns before we could catch them. We all got some silver souvenirs that day, some in the form of scars as well as weapons." Janius looked over at Lorag, "Lorag, tell him what you told me about how they fought once you caught them."
"What are we likely to expect from this werewolf hunter and his band?" Fendros asked, "Lorag let me know about silver weapons, would they employ traps as well? Magic?"
Fendros was curious. Although he had learned a lot about lycanthropy over the past few weeks, he still didn't quite understand enough to feel like he could deduce how to hunt other werewolves. At least not to match the notoriety of this mysterious Orc. As far as Fendros had been in the pack, they didn't have to deal with dedicated werewolf hunters yet. It seemed obviously a folly to try and take werewolves in a head on fight, that much Fendros could work out for himself. It made him uncomfortable.
Fendros was curious. Although he had learned a lot about lycanthropy over the past few weeks, he still didn't quite understand enough to feel like he could deduce how to hunt other werewolves. At least not to match the notoriety of this mysterious Orc. As far as Fendros had been in the pack, they didn't have to deal with dedicated werewolf hunters yet. It seemed obviously a folly to try and take werewolves in a head on fight, that much Fendros could work out for himself. It made him uncomfortable.
Right then. I think I may have godmodded a tiny bit, but there's a summary I guess. All good?
The news form Meesei about Hircine's announcement was something that Fendros was especially receptive to when they were all told. He had not forgotten his aspiration to try to talk with Hircine, even though he knew deeper down that fatherhood would tie him to the pack in any case. On top of that, they were going to visit his spiritual homeland of Morrowind. It served as motivation as the rest of the pack spent time training him on their way to Morrowind.
They made good time. Along the way, Lorag's training was mainly focused on strength and fitness, with smatterings of combat and a few pointers on taking care of his own equipment. Janius and Fendros would spend their time sparring, initially with Janius coming out on top most of the time, but soon became evenly matched bouts as they read the strengths and weaknesses of one-another. Janius, although with a tongue that would often say what didn't need to be said as much as what did, started to become a friend of Fendros through this friendly competition. Sabine was withdrawn as usual, but upon being pushed to contribute, would let Fendros know which plants not to eat in the area when she came across them. There were so many to keep track of that eventually Sabine gave up. Fendros continued to practice with his bow under Ahnasha's instruction, he at least developed some consistency in doing so. Sparring with Ahnasha was something that was expressly forbidden by Meesei for risk of miscarriage, much to Ahnasha's disappointment. Meesei's instructions were wide-ranging, but mostly focused on the nuances of his beast blood. Attempts to teach Fendros any magic made little progress from any instructors that tried, but focusing on at least being able to conjure a bound dagger found some ground. Succeeding to bring the blade into Mundus was fickle at best, with Fendros struggling to practice, but the progress he made in that month was further than his parents had managed over a decade.
Despite the training ranging from useful and fascinating to frustrating and tiring, Fendros got to know his pack better during the trip. Hunting with them cohesively only served to help in that regard. As for interactions with Ahnasha, Fendros felt a fondness for her, and thought that maybe being the co-parent gave them some kind of connection, but friendship and pack familiarity were the only feelings that seemed to prevail so far. It was a dilemma that persisted during the trip.
Morrowind was not something that Fendros could have imagined on his own. The architecture, the landscape, the creatures, plants and weather were a world away from Cyrodiil. He recognised a few things that had been described to him by his family and other Dunmer in Cheydinhal, but most things were completely new to him here. Wearing ordinary clothing was slightly surreal after such a time in furs and leathers, but reminded him of the comforts of his former life in some ways, even if it was a temporary feeling.
From the cave in which they camped, Fendros approached Meesei and Ahnasha after depositing his share of luggage. He wore the finished form of the fur vest that he started back in Cyrodiil, as well as a pair of cloth leggings over his loincloth and his usual belt. He considered making a pair of sandles or some kind of foot coverings, but never got around to it after getting used to having bare feet for so long. "How many days out are we?" Fendros inquired, "We're on Vvardenfell now, surely we're getting close."
They made good time. Along the way, Lorag's training was mainly focused on strength and fitness, with smatterings of combat and a few pointers on taking care of his own equipment. Janius and Fendros would spend their time sparring, initially with Janius coming out on top most of the time, but soon became evenly matched bouts as they read the strengths and weaknesses of one-another. Janius, although with a tongue that would often say what didn't need to be said as much as what did, started to become a friend of Fendros through this friendly competition. Sabine was withdrawn as usual, but upon being pushed to contribute, would let Fendros know which plants not to eat in the area when she came across them. There were so many to keep track of that eventually Sabine gave up. Fendros continued to practice with his bow under Ahnasha's instruction, he at least developed some consistency in doing so. Sparring with Ahnasha was something that was expressly forbidden by Meesei for risk of miscarriage, much to Ahnasha's disappointment. Meesei's instructions were wide-ranging, but mostly focused on the nuances of his beast blood. Attempts to teach Fendros any magic made little progress from any instructors that tried, but focusing on at least being able to conjure a bound dagger found some ground. Succeeding to bring the blade into Mundus was fickle at best, with Fendros struggling to practice, but the progress he made in that month was further than his parents had managed over a decade.
Despite the training ranging from useful and fascinating to frustrating and tiring, Fendros got to know his pack better during the trip. Hunting with them cohesively only served to help in that regard. As for interactions with Ahnasha, Fendros felt a fondness for her, and thought that maybe being the co-parent gave them some kind of connection, but friendship and pack familiarity were the only feelings that seemed to prevail so far. It was a dilemma that persisted during the trip.
Morrowind was not something that Fendros could have imagined on his own. The architecture, the landscape, the creatures, plants and weather were a world away from Cyrodiil. He recognised a few things that had been described to him by his family and other Dunmer in Cheydinhal, but most things were completely new to him here. Wearing ordinary clothing was slightly surreal after such a time in furs and leathers, but reminded him of the comforts of his former life in some ways, even if it was a temporary feeling.
From the cave in which they camped, Fendros approached Meesei and Ahnasha after depositing his share of luggage. He wore the finished form of the fur vest that he started back in Cyrodiil, as well as a pair of cloth leggings over his loincloth and his usual belt. He considered making a pair of sandles or some kind of foot coverings, but never got around to it after getting used to having bare feet for so long. "How many days out are we?" Fendros inquired, "We're on Vvardenfell now, surely we're getting close."
Ah, I might have encapsulated the training a bit much then. Want me to edit?
EDIT TO YOUR EDIT: Whatever works.
EDIT TO YOUR EDIT: Whatever works.
I don't mind. If you like, we can timeskip in your next post, unless there's some more dialogue you wanted to do.
Fendros nodded confidently and obeyed.
Before his quiver was empty, Fendros demonstrated that his shooting was skilled, but inconsistent. It would have been enough for his previous hunting practices at best. Ahnasha gave him instruction on how to improve his technique and they practiced it until it stuck in Fendros' head. At first, it was slightly strange to Fendros the way her entire approach changed to become more serious when it came down to training, but she seemed to be a good instructor; patient and knowledgeable, but firm. It was likely that she was as grateful for the distraction as Fendros was, he deduced. The changed way of shooting was uncomfortable for Fendros at first, but with constant nudges and reminders, he was eventually able to follow along. It took more practice to employ it, but by the end of the night, Fendros' technique had improved by a perceivable margin. He had learned a lot from Ahnasha, including some more respect for her.
When Ahnasha said that they would stop for the night, Fendros was exhausted not only from the training, but the entire day. As they approached camp, everyone had either retired to their bedrolls, or was preparing to. "Ahna," Fendros said. He paused for a moment, looking to the side and considering, before smiling and looking at her once more "... thank you."
Before his quiver was empty, Fendros demonstrated that his shooting was skilled, but inconsistent. It would have been enough for his previous hunting practices at best. Ahnasha gave him instruction on how to improve his technique and they practiced it until it stuck in Fendros' head. At first, it was slightly strange to Fendros the way her entire approach changed to become more serious when it came down to training, but she seemed to be a good instructor; patient and knowledgeable, but firm. It was likely that she was as grateful for the distraction as Fendros was, he deduced. The changed way of shooting was uncomfortable for Fendros at first, but with constant nudges and reminders, he was eventually able to follow along. It took more practice to employ it, but by the end of the night, Fendros' technique had improved by a perceivable margin. He had learned a lot from Ahnasha, including some more respect for her.
When Ahnasha said that they would stop for the night, Fendros was exhausted not only from the training, but the entire day. As they approached camp, everyone had either retired to their bedrolls, or was preparing to. "Ahna," Fendros said. He paused for a moment, looking to the side and considering, before smiling and looking at her once more "... thank you."
"Very well," Fendros felt a little more consoled, it made sense that instinct would drive them to keeping the child safe. He scratched his chin and leaned his cheek on one hand, looking to the ground. Whatever slack he had allowed in the knot in his stomach had tightened back up since he started asking questions.
"It's all quite a lot to take in, isn't it?" Fendros said in a low voice. His thoughts spun and spiraled, it was his fault for retrieving the drinks, his fault for not spurning Ahnasha while she was clearly drunk. No matter what she had said this morning about the events that transpired, Fendros kept blaming himself. "It all seems so unreal," Fendros gave his eyes a quick rub with his fingers, then looked up at Ahnasha "maybe we're just dreaming, Ahna." He took a deep breath through his nose, then sat up straighter, pinching himself in the arm, just in case. Nothing. He raised a small smile for an instant at his own foolish hope. He looked over at Ahnasha, "How are you feeling about all this? I'm not sure that I've asked."
"It's all quite a lot to take in, isn't it?" Fendros said in a low voice. His thoughts spun and spiraled, it was his fault for retrieving the drinks, his fault for not spurning Ahnasha while she was clearly drunk. No matter what she had said this morning about the events that transpired, Fendros kept blaming himself. "It all seems so unreal," Fendros gave his eyes a quick rub with his fingers, then looked up at Ahnasha "maybe we're just dreaming, Ahna." He took a deep breath through his nose, then sat up straighter, pinching himself in the arm, just in case. Nothing. He raised a small smile for an instant at his own foolish hope. He looked over at Ahnasha, "How are you feeling about all this? I'm not sure that I've asked."
"I think you read my mind there, I was wondering if it would be a werewolf," Fendros smiled, "...wait, how big did you say?" The comment about the Senche-raht form threw Fendros' mind into wondering whether she was joking about the moon phase details. "I had no idea the Khajiit were so... diverse," Fendros hung his head and lightly laughed, "to be honest, that's a little terrifying..." he breathed in a looked up, "... but that's probably out of our control. Is there a way to predict it? I don't know much about the moon cycles, but maybe we could find someone who does. Meesei might."
"Oh, before that... one thought has been bothering me for a while. Transformation. The moon cycles force us to transform, yes? What would we do?" Fendros' expression turned to genuine concern here, "the child might be in danger if no one is there to take care of it." The questions came more or less one at a time so far, but as he thought of them, more would quickly come up in his mind. It was so much to process. The question about the moon and werewolves had been dominating him the most, so it had floated to top of the list.
"Oh, before that... one thought has been bothering me for a while. Transformation. The moon cycles force us to transform, yes? What would we do?" Fendros' expression turned to genuine concern here, "the child might be in danger if no one is there to take care of it." The questions came more or less one at a time so far, but as he thought of them, more would quickly come up in his mind. It was so much to process. The question about the moon and werewolves had been dominating him the most, so it had floated to top of the list.
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