Half past noon, eh?
That means if I take a guess at where you're located with this nifty webcomic...
Hmm, all the Eastern USA states are clumped, let's take a wild guess... New York state?
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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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Mkay, even though I've got a buffer of three IC posts as per the rule, I'd like to hold back until Blaze does a reply for Firelight so he can explain about these MagiBreakers. I want to know whether it would make sense for Sara to know stuff about them before I push my liberties too far.
Also, BlazeGamma, you PMed that you'd like to ask a question about one of my side characters, but you didn't ask a question. The suspense is killing me! Reply s'il vous plait!
Also, BlazeGamma, you PMed that you'd like to ask a question about one of my side characters, but you didn't ask a question. The suspense is killing me! Reply s'il vous plait!
"We'll see." Fendros' smile dimmed when the subject turned back to their daedric encounter. He was disappointed that Mephala had left a mark on what was otherwise quite an enjoyable day. He was still a little angered and honestly spooked by it, but there there wasn't much to do except let Meesei know.
Fendros was quiet as they made their way through the chamber, but when they reached the chamber with the ramp, Fendros stopped Ahnasha for a moment. He placed the bag of soul gems on the ground and put his hands on Ahnasha's shoulders. "Look, Ahna, whatever our run-in with Mephala means, let's not let it ruin the day." Fendros said softly, "We'll let Meesei know, but then let's just stay focussed on the raid, okay? One thing at a time." He ended his sentence with a reassuring smile. Fendros' words were somewhat directed at himself almost as much as Ahnasha, but he doubted that she was free of similar anxieties.
Fendros was quiet as they made their way through the chamber, but when they reached the chamber with the ramp, Fendros stopped Ahnasha for a moment. He placed the bag of soul gems on the ground and put his hands on Ahnasha's shoulders. "Look, Ahna, whatever our run-in with Mephala means, let's not let it ruin the day." Fendros said softly, "We'll let Meesei know, but then let's just stay focussed on the raid, okay? One thing at a time." He ended his sentence with a reassuring smile. Fendros' words were somewhat directed at himself almost as much as Ahnasha, but he doubted that she was free of similar anxieties.
Echh, two 'o clock in the morning and I finally have time to post. What a long day...
I reckon I might as well stay up for a bit, so I'll hang around for a couple of hours before I fall asleep.
I reckon I might as well stay up for a bit, so I'll hang around for a couple of hours before I fall asleep.
As swift as she could, Sara guided her mount through the streets to the edge of Beta district and into Delta. The pedestrians were far more sparse here, so they ran at a greater speed. The eventually reached the vicinity of the main Delta city gate and found a number of guards keeping the citizenry away from the gate. It was strange, though; there didn't seem to be any frantic rush to evacuate the area. Indeed, a curious crowd had formed.
"Make way!" Sara said, walking Dusty through the throng towards who appeared to be in charge. The guard giving orders was one Sara didn't recognise, but she apprached him all the same. "Team GSC-17, reporting." She said with a salute, "We were told to come here and help evacuate, what's going on?"
The man in charge, an annoyed looking beanpole of a man, looked to Sara and her team. "Those were our orders, then Firelight came down from Omega with a piece of paper signed by the captain saying that we should disregard the previous orders and have the people stay out of his way. He's dealing with the flan now."
"Wait, Firelight? Who the hell is that?" Sara asked, "And who does he think he is facing down a giant flan single-handed?"
"He's a MagiBreaker, head honcho." The guard commander gesticulated, trying to think he knew more than he did, "Whatever he's got to deal with the flan is beyond our pay grades."
Sara looked around. With all the guards arriving, most were just meandering around. She wasn't going to sit still. "This, I have to see." She said, before running her chocobo to the gate. Despite a protest from the commander, Sara kept going. Her team stayed put for fear of whatever the hell was out there, but Sara didn't care. Some rookie had left the postern door on the large gate unlocked, so leaning down to open it was the only real thing in her way. Dusty ducked her under the door and she beheld the forest outside. Down the main road, she focussed just in time to see a bright explosion and a splatter of what probably used to be the giant flan.
"What on..." Sara whispered, trying to see what was going on. There was only one person in a uniform, that had to be the MagiBreaker. Three other people were nearby, were they hunters?
"Make way!" Sara said, walking Dusty through the throng towards who appeared to be in charge. The guard giving orders was one Sara didn't recognise, but she apprached him all the same. "Team GSC-17, reporting." She said with a salute, "We were told to come here and help evacuate, what's going on?"
The man in charge, an annoyed looking beanpole of a man, looked to Sara and her team. "Those were our orders, then Firelight came down from Omega with a piece of paper signed by the captain saying that we should disregard the previous orders and have the people stay out of his way. He's dealing with the flan now."
"Wait, Firelight? Who the hell is that?" Sara asked, "And who does he think he is facing down a giant flan single-handed?"
"He's a MagiBreaker, head honcho." The guard commander gesticulated, trying to think he knew more than he did, "Whatever he's got to deal with the flan is beyond our pay grades."
Sara looked around. With all the guards arriving, most were just meandering around. She wasn't going to sit still. "This, I have to see." She said, before running her chocobo to the gate. Despite a protest from the commander, Sara kept going. Her team stayed put for fear of whatever the hell was out there, but Sara didn't care. Some rookie had left the postern door on the large gate unlocked, so leaning down to open it was the only real thing in her way. Dusty ducked her under the door and she beheld the forest outside. Down the main road, she focussed just in time to see a bright explosion and a splatter of what probably used to be the giant flan.
"What on..." Sara whispered, trying to see what was going on. There was only one person in a uniform, that had to be the MagiBreaker. Three other people were nearby, were they hunters?
Woah, we have wireless comms AND video games? Exactly where between steam and modern tech are we?
Fendros didn't know how he felt about being Ahnasha's sketch model, but he figured he probably wouldn't stop her. "Perhaps I'll do that," Fendros agreed in regards to learning lanuages, "I don't suppose you could teach me a little Ta'agra at some point? I've not heard much of the language, but I think it would be interesting to learn." Fendros smiled, betraying in his look that his preference was mainly drawn from wanting to spend more time with Ahnasha.
As they walked, their surroundings started to show familiar details. They were likely getting close to the cave.
As they walked, their surroundings started to show familiar details. They were likely getting close to the cave.
As the ferry journey came to an end, so did Sara's watch over the armed man. She loosed her crossed arms, and went to gather her team and their mounts. She found them with the chocobos. Harry was lazing around as usual, his hat over his face and pretending not to be asleep. Brandt was grooming his chocobo, probably just to pass the time. Brandt turned around and stood to attention when he saw Sara, discreetly kicking Harry in the leg to wake him. Startled at first, Harry snorted and tried to swat away Brandt with his hand from where he was seated. He quickly stood up when he spotted Sara's legs form under his hat. "Mount up, let's go." Sara commanded with a stern face, ignoring their display of professionalism.
Single file, Sara's team cantered down the gangway astride their mounts, a blue, white and yellow column cutting through the crowds of merchants and customers in the vibrant Beta district. The man with the gunblade caught Sara's attention again. This time he was yelling amongst all of the hawkers, seemingly hiring himself as a mercenary without much discretion. "Pfft, that one's going to get chewed up," Sara muttered to herself.
Their destination was the guard citadel in Omega. A distance away, but it would be easier once they were clear of the main markets. Before they even got out of sight of the ferry, however, a guard came in their path and raised his hand. A message runner. "Hold! Hold!" The guard looked and sounded a little afraid. Sara reined her chocobo to a stop in front of the man while he caught his breath. Harry and Brandt followed suit.
"What is it?" She demanded without much patience.
"There's... you are the Miris patrol, right? What took you so long?" The runner said between breaths.
"That's right. There was some trouble with the ferry."
"The captain is... he sent an order down the wire... Delta gate... a big one..." it seemed as if the runner had sprinted all the way from the Beta guardhouse once he'd seen the ferry. He was breathing so heavily that he could hardly string a sentence together.
Sara creased her brow and held up her spare hand, "Hold on, slow down for moment. A big what?"
"Flan!... it's a huge flan!" The runner held his arms apart to try and convey the scale, "The captain broadcast an order to all posts. All available guards have to help out evacuating the area before we can drive it away. It's bigger than any flan we've ever seen. It's almost at the gate as we speak."
Sara swallowed and looked ahead. She knew the way to the main Delta gate from here. She signaled her team to follow with a wave forward. She clenched her teeth and urged her chocobo into a run with a shout, leaving the messenger behind. Harry and Brandt followed as best as they could as their mounts leaped along, trying to keep to the same route as their leader. Sara had to be careful not to run into anyone, but time was of the essence. Her chocobo, Dusty, was thankfully very good at jumping. And everyone else in her way was very good at ducking.
Single file, Sara's team cantered down the gangway astride their mounts, a blue, white and yellow column cutting through the crowds of merchants and customers in the vibrant Beta district. The man with the gunblade caught Sara's attention again. This time he was yelling amongst all of the hawkers, seemingly hiring himself as a mercenary without much discretion. "Pfft, that one's going to get chewed up," Sara muttered to herself.
Their destination was the guard citadel in Omega. A distance away, but it would be easier once they were clear of the main markets. Before they even got out of sight of the ferry, however, a guard came in their path and raised his hand. A message runner. "Hold! Hold!" The guard looked and sounded a little afraid. Sara reined her chocobo to a stop in front of the man while he caught his breath. Harry and Brandt followed suit.
"What is it?" She demanded without much patience.
"There's... you are the Miris patrol, right? What took you so long?" The runner said between breaths.
"That's right. There was some trouble with the ferry."
"The captain is... he sent an order down the wire... Delta gate... a big one..." it seemed as if the runner had sprinted all the way from the Beta guardhouse once he'd seen the ferry. He was breathing so heavily that he could hardly string a sentence together.
Sara creased her brow and held up her spare hand, "Hold on, slow down for moment. A big what?"
"Flan!... it's a huge flan!" The runner held his arms apart to try and convey the scale, "The captain broadcast an order to all posts. All available guards have to help out evacuating the area before we can drive it away. It's bigger than any flan we've ever seen. It's almost at the gate as we speak."
Sara swallowed and looked ahead. She knew the way to the main Delta gate from here. She signaled her team to follow with a wave forward. She clenched her teeth and urged her chocobo into a run with a shout, leaving the messenger behind. Harry and Brandt followed as best as they could as their mounts leaped along, trying to keep to the same route as their leader. Sara had to be careful not to run into anyone, but time was of the essence. Her chocobo, Dusty, was thankfully very good at jumping. And everyone else in her way was very good at ducking.
Fendros wanted to disagree with Ahnasha about learning languages being particularly hard, but with so few people to converse with he had to admit that it wouldn't be easy either. Other than that, he was surprised that so many of the pack knew different languages. Orcish, Ta'agra and Daedric sounded like they were interesting, but Fendros had also heard Jel a number of times before and couldn't make any sense of it. Still, if he ever wanted to try and learn another language, it seemed as though he was spoiled for choice within the pack.
Ahnasha's interest was more artistically inclined. It made Fendros feel a little bad for her that painting was something that would be more difficult to pursue. Fendros looked at her and smiled, "Well, you might sometime. I don't know about carrying around big canvases and easels, but..." He looked down at her stomach, "... once the child gets to the point where you won't be moving around as much, I have a feeling books are only going to occupy you for so long." Fendros looked at the ground and waved his other hand at their surroundings, "Out her in the wilderness, most wildernesses, there's plenty to paint. My sister used to carry around a blank book. She would sketch just about everything she saw. Sometimes in ink, paint, charcoal, whatever was on hand." Fendros smiled at Ahnasha again, "If we found one, like one of the old journals that we sometimes find, perhaps that could be a start." Fendros grinned and nearly laughed, "And if you wanted to do portraits instead of landscapes, I'm sure Lorag and Janius would be climbing over each other to show themselves off."
Ahnasha's interest was more artistically inclined. It made Fendros feel a little bad for her that painting was something that would be more difficult to pursue. Fendros looked at her and smiled, "Well, you might sometime. I don't know about carrying around big canvases and easels, but..." He looked down at her stomach, "... once the child gets to the point where you won't be moving around as much, I have a feeling books are only going to occupy you for so long." Fendros looked at the ground and waved his other hand at their surroundings, "Out her in the wilderness, most wildernesses, there's plenty to paint. My sister used to carry around a blank book. She would sketch just about everything she saw. Sometimes in ink, paint, charcoal, whatever was on hand." Fendros smiled at Ahnasha again, "If we found one, like one of the old journals that we sometimes find, perhaps that could be a start." Fendros grinned and nearly laughed, "And if you wanted to do portraits instead of landscapes, I'm sure Lorag and Janius would be climbing over each other to show themselves off."
Sorry for the quadruple post, but I have work in half an hour, unfortunately. I may not get another post up until later tonight.
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