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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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Thanks Cath! Long time no see.

All the best of luck to you if you're going to read it all.
Also, it looks like there's a process for getting chatting permissions on the RPGuild Discord since I last looked at it ages ago. I won't bother with the public announcement. I'll just let a few online friends know.
Same here. There is some writing that is...not good quality on my part, especially closer to the start than the end. I took some notes, but even they weren't good enough to keep track of all the characters and plot setups in the story. I was forgetting many of their names by the end.
It is. It's a lot of words typed. I suppose I might try to write a book now. That's a small fraction of the words typed here.

Ten years. Man, that's a lot of stages of life we've been writing this through.

Well...It's been an unforgettable RP. Thanks for sticking around through the days where there were fifteen posts and the months where there were one or two.

You have my Discord if you want to hang out more. I've been pretty sporadic at best on the Guild these days.

If you don't mind, I might drop a link to this thread on the RPGuild Discord server or something just saying we've finished it. Call it pride and/or ego :)
As strange as it feels to put an end to this after so many years, I think the current spot is a good conclusion to keep. Lunise no doubt has more story, but I don't think it needs to be written out here.

Well, gee, I can't say I've seen the conclusion of an RP this big before. What do we do now? Should we tell anyone?
I mean, I could take it or leave it. If you think it would be fun to write, then let's do it.
I think I'm out of scenes after this. What else would you like to do before we finish?
Fendros clinked his glass against Ahansha's. "I'm taking input from the council, but my mind is at dealing with a group of ogres who moved into the old clanhome near Bruma. And maybe staying a little longer to hunt something else."

The smile would not fall from Fendros' face. They were living again. Not just surviving.
Somehow, Rossarm took it upon himself to chase away the awkwardness of the situation. He swirled, smelled, and gently tasted the wine Janius had handed him, before striking up a conversation with Janius about the wine's origin. A topic Rossarm could matter-of-factly swim in without weighing the whole atmosphere down. This in turn brought everyone else's voices back to where they had been before Rossarm's arrival.

Fendros took a deep, luxurious breath in and out. His perspective on his father was now properly changed, albeit without forgiveness for the past. His own temper crept close to imitating his father towards Rhazii and his other packmates, and in that he saw Rossarm as a man who was not fortunate enough to have Fendros' circle of support.

But that was then. Fendros' family now had a much kinder way to love and grow each other. He was unsure of whether the close care he wished he could give during the war would prove a greater challenge to now embrace, so late after the unrelenting worry and exhaustion of their continent-spanning conflict. He smiled at Rhazii as the boy swallowed the embarrassment of his actions, not knowing yet how admirable they were. He smiled at his pack, scarred but together in this next, happier chapter. And he smiled at Ahnasha, wordlessly looking back into her eyes with that familiar feeling of love welling up inside of him.

"Thank you, Ahna," he said to her quietly. "This was the right thing to do, bringing father here." He glanced at Rhazii. "I actually have been mulling over an idea, Ahna. I have received word from a few clan leaders of some minor threats to the clan homes after the losses inflicted by the battle. Some renegade daedric cults, beasts, other creatures, that sort of thing. Being the new champion means these could be opportunities to help directly and show some commitment to protecting the clans. But, I thought you might be interested in joining me on these hunts, given there could be some rare resources available from them. And..." he tilted his head. "I think it's time Rhazii got a taste of a hunt outside of this place. What do you think?"
Rhazii's physical size usually elicited some trace of fear from those he showed it to when he really wanted it to. But Rossarm stood so cooly in his presence as to make Rhazii twitch in his knees.

Rossarm turned slowly on his toe around to Fendros, showing his back to Rhazii as if there was no threat at all. He looked unimpressed, if that was a distinguished expression from always.

Rhazii couldn't help but look a little incredulous.

"He is right," Fendros stated calmly. "If there is a better reason for this scrutiny, father, it would help us all to know."

"You know the reason," Rossarm answered. "You have known the reason since you yourself became a father."

Fendros bit his tongue. Rossarm had barely acknowledged Fendros' relationships with any Khajiit until now.

Rossarm continued. "I commend your son's courage and his concise answer to my question." His face darkened but did not blink. "You have...inspired a genuine loyalty. And fostered them well."

In the pause that followed, Fendros could hear Rossarm deliberately steadying his breathing. His heightened senses gave him this insight now, perhaps, but he had never known his father to be so hesitant.

"You do not need the likes of me anymore," Rossarm finally said. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the folded note he hid upon entering his chambers earlier. With tired steps, he came over to Fendros and pushed it into his hands. "This is for you, when you have a quiet chance. I will take my leave." He bowed his head and turned.

Fendros took Rossarm's hand. "Please, stay a while." He said.

Rossarm looked up at Fendros with a frown.

Fendros knitted his brow. "I won't make you say what you wrote. I think I understand what you were doing now. Just...enjoy some food and drink with us before you go."

Rossarm sighed. With closed eyes, he threw aside what he might have said decades ago. Now he said something different. "...I can see this is important to you. Very well. Red wine, if you please."

Fendros smiled.

Janius was quick to find a cup and fill it from a bottle. "The finest for you, sir. Glad to have you with us."
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