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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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Sabine raised her ward and had to squint her eyes. The intensity of the lighting cast out to the sky was enough to make her forget that she was covered by Do'rhajul's shield, even if she had been the target.

The downward flight of the Daedric titan, however, slowed everything down. She had seen the stream of powerful lightning that the titan had shrugged off at the start of the battle near their oblivion gate. To think a spell from the spirit's crystal could have brought it down in one hit gave her a chill that shuddered her neck and shoulders. The titan landed and, for a moment, the battle was consumed by the noise of its impact. The ground shook as if struck by so many felled trees.

Fendros and Janius were just as speechless. No commands or cries interrupted the ghost's enraged demand.

Sabine felt her knees shake. She would have collapsed had she not had her staff to lean on. She tapped its magical power for the reassurance she needed, before calling out in a high voice. "Do'rhajul! Do not lower your shield!" Her voice breaking at intervals belied her determination. "Everyone else make space! Stay out of the way!"

With her staff pointing ahead and her feet planted firmly in the ground, Sabine drew up a ward and, in her other hand, cast an ice storm spell around Do'rhajul at the ghost by some way of disrupting her next move. Sabine knew she could not defend against everything the ghostly mage had, but Do'rhajul's shield and the power in the staff could at least buy time to find a technique to bring the ghost down.

Fendros, on the other hand, was looking at the problem with the rest of the pack's capabilities in mind. Namely, he called out to Meesei. "Alpha, what is that thing in her arm and how do we stop it!?"
Yalu 'Suumko


"They're giving ground already?" Yalu asked himself. "That chieftain was clear, but..." His eyes dilated in realisation. Shortly before Tar was fired upon by the human with the assault weapon, Yalu was already loping into a broad sprint down the right flank, sliding to a stop facing to one side. The human gunner flowed into his sights and five plasma rounds shot towards his centre.

"'Mdalak! Right side clear!" He hesitated, not yet seeing any sign of a jammer, let alone any extra movement on his motion sensor yet. "This feels like a lure!" He added over a growl.

Yalu kept his wits, trying to listen and feel more than see. Brutes liked activate camouflage in packs, and this valley between the walkways was perfect for their prey.
As if the shriek of pain and the crimson lightning did not attract enough attention, Fendros was already on the lookout between hewing at the Skaafin that tried to stop Leaps. He spotted the Breton ghost from his elevated position on the wamasu and was shocked at the sight.

"The ghost!" He shouted, pointing it out. "Ward yourselves!"

Sabine leaned around Do'rhajul to spot the spirit through the enemies between them. She tried to look closely at the face in case it was the one she hoped she would not be. The woman who captured her with Do'rhajul so long ago and had plunged her mind back into her old suffering self for a time. Sabine's grip on the Staff of Magnus tightened.

Janius' beast spirit gave him hubris. "Just let her try to stop us! She was defeated before!" He picked up his pace to fight his way towards the ghostly mage.
Yalu 'Suumko


The situation had to be taken in quickly. Yalu shot off a burst of plasma rifle fire before takingcover behind one of the wide pillars. He was grateful for the outlines that came onto his HUD from Aviza. He was too distracted by the brute chieftain's idea of encouragement. Humans weren't as weak-willed as grunts, and he might use that to their advantage.

In sync with 'Mdalak's movements between cover, Yalu peeked out to send plasma over the enemy barricades. He could not keep them all down -- he heard a few pink needles shatter against the pillar as he turned back behind to let his plasma rifle cool.

How to approach this...

Turn. Fire. Take cover.

They won't let up until that chieftain was dead.

Turn. Fire...One of the humans shrieked. He must have grazed them through the fire in the middle of the room.

Aviza's movements caught his eye. Yalu was not too late to notice her weak moment. "Commander, I'll watch the flank," he said, knowing from prior practice how to prompt what he noticed without threatening his leader's honour. He stepped around her to occupy the other side of the pillar. "These humans, will they live if they surrender? We may only be fighting the brutes if so."
Man I wish I had been slightly more active back when I was apart of this, I really liked the theme. I'll be on the look out for the next installment (hopefully there is one) anyways, good luck! Kanros will always be my most favorite character that I ever made on the guild.


You should check out the next instalment then: roleplayerguild.com/topics/181366-div…
Yalu 'Suumko


Yalu looked at Tar M'dalak as she walked by. He wished he knew why a special forces sangheili was a wraith pilot, but one look at the rest of the team made his questions absurd, even to himself. He looked away feeling even more like the odd one out.

With others covering the entrances for now, Yalu took some initiative to arm himself for the corridors ahead. Amongst the gore of the dead brutes, he pulled out a surviving red plasma rifle with plenty of its battery remaining. He did not enjoy using their spiker rifles, and the rebel human weapons were less predictable in draining shields. His carbine went on his back beside his concussion rifle. Heavy, but out of the way.

"I will go where I am ordered," Yalu added, gently enough to remind Ryker of who was calling the shots.
Janius came through beside Kaleeth shortly after impact, cutting and crushing the skaafin around him in a single swipe of the dragonbone axe blade affixed to his arm. Left and right, the rest of the charge met the lines and bowled over or else viciously assaulted the enemy.

Jumping deftly over the a dying daedroth, Leaps-On-Elves opened his jaw as lightning sparked between his spines. Fendros held onto the saddle as best as he could. In a flash, Fendros saw the daedra in front of them jolted in a long line by a shot of Leaps' lightning. Many fell steaming in heaps. A xivilai struck by the bolt recovered his balance close by. He furiously hefted a huge double-headed axe in one hand and charged to behead Leaps, only to have his head flicked back by a black arrow to the eye, before he collapsed to the ground. Fendros nocked another arrow just as quickly to find the next dangerous target.

As remiss as Sabine was to get up close, there was little way to effectively push with the front line without joining the ranks. Do'rhajul was invaluable. She could strike around his immovable shield, leaving little room for the skaafin ahead to escape. Do'rhajul's boots crunched through a round area of frost that was left behind by the power of Sabine's spells.

The advance was not losing momentum fast, but something running caught the corner of Sabine's eye. "Look out!" Sabine shouted. A clannfear poised to leap at Do'rhajul's side was struck by an invisible force that corporated into Sabine's other packmate Tarna, one of her daggers lodged into the creature's unarmoured neck and her other arm held around its shoulders. The two of them tumbled to the ground.

"Stay down, Tarna!" Sabine redirected her staff to engulf some advancing skaafin with an ice storm spell over Tarna's head.

Fendros shouldered his bow and shouted over the clash of metal all around. "Push! Push all the way through!" He pulled his sword out and pointed it forward. "Take your vengeance!" He kicked Leaps forward to get close and cut into the lines himself. His sword bit into even the otherworldly armour the daedra wore.
Yalu 'Suumko


Yalu let out a low roar as the last two plasma bolts shot from his concussion rifle. The rest of the team picked up where his magazine left off, scattering and killing the rebel humans to allow their advance. Yalu stayed put to let the others peel ahead so his shields could recharge. He paced forward down the ramp and dashed behind a crate.

He couldn't quite listen to all of the fight. There were a number of blue and yellow explosions that chained off somewhere around the crate he was crouched behind. He quickly ejected the spent magazine cell from his weapon, replaced it, and stood, weapon level.

The enemy had withdrawn, more or less. The spartan leader was on the ground, being seen to.

Yalu spared a glance to the sangheili pilot while he scanned the area through his helmet optics. "There was another pilot..." He breathed in and trailed off. He could see from the look in the living pilot's eye that he did not need to ask. Instead, he briefly flicked off his comms to mumble something in his home dialect.

Switching weapons, Yalu turned to cover the team's rear. He spoke up in the next gap in conversation. "We have a few points of ingress. Awaiting orders, commander."
They all had a good view of the battlefield from up on the hillside. Fendros' narrowed eyes panned across the field of tall curled horns rising up like reeds from the skaafin. "I've not felt this excited and uncertain since before our cure to the soul tearing gas."

"I prefer this..." Janius' comment perhaps came more from his beast form, soaked as it was in Daedric ichor. "Today we make them pay for threatening our family, and destroying many others."

Fendros' attention was drawn to their ranks to the left and right. Many had transformed, either to wreak more destruction, to regenerate, or just out of sheer rage. They were not as survivable in a wide plane such as this, but the shock was all they needed. They needed to break their enemy in one blow.

"It's now or never." Fendros reached behind his back to where Ahnasha was on the saddle. She gave her hand a squeeze.

Meesei gave the order. The Daedric titan cut a swathe.

Sabine finished weaving a spell she had been working on with their approach. In a wave of green magic spread from the top of her staff, she invigorated a crowd's worth of allies around her with a boost of energy. Fendros felt it tingle up his back and shoulders.

Janius let out a roar that was joined by roars and shouts of everyone around him. Nothing could be heard but their howling battlecry. Fendros' own contribution was completely drowned out as he kicked Leaps into a running charge.
It'll be another busy week at work this week. Hopefully after this it'll be a better posting rate from me than once a week :)
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