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Look at those birds and tell me they would actually respect any ground-sharing agreement with the bears, rather than just press on into the the northern hemisphere as soon as the southern half is mostly pacified.
A Sword Without a Hilt: A Song of Ice and Fire/D&D 3.5 Crossover
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Have you ever listened to what these bears say among each other?
We'll be happy when the penguins come. Or at least those of us left.
I hate to give this news but my left hand which was the good one for those keeping track at home has just decided it does not want to be good anymore. I'm struggling to get it past to perform at anything like what it did yesterday. I think I may have been too glib about the recovery and will have to give it a rest.
Maybe I shouldn't have tried speed typing as a test...
Maybe I shouldn't have tried speed typing as a test...
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Maybe I shouldn't have tried speed typing as a test...
How many people still recovering from broken legs try to run a marathon?
Ace of Scarabs
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Just take it easy and recover first. We can afford to wait for you to get better.
How many people still recovering from broken legs try to run a marathon?
People who have made running marathons a core part of their routine and are slowly going crazy from having to run said marathon through a malfunctioning robot that does not know its left from its right, those people.
*sigh*
I'm sorry for all this stop and start drama guys, It's just that I want things to get back to normal already where I don't have to think about the state of my fingers to bloody write. On the plus side I'm almost certain this thing is from the shoulder not the elbow or any other place the nerve could catch. I felt it go all the way from my shoulder to my fingers when I tried to shift my back just now. So it's not carpal tunnel or anything like that
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I get, but please take the annoyance now, lest it become chronic.
The worst part is that I don't even know what this thing is really so I don't know the risks I don't know that motions to avoid and which to do past guesswork and the internet. According to what I found online I could have any of... five things, all of them with symptoms so vague and treatments that go 'avoid motions that cause more strain', but I don't know what those motions are supposed to even be. My main symptom is not pain it's loss of fine motion control which I can only check for by trying out things that take fine motion like typing.
MagnificentMind
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Take care of yourself
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Did you try the usual suspects such as writing while standing?
Yeah, that does nothing to improve things.
Anyway guys I'll try to get something done for this evening, no promise on what that something will be though, the prospect of 3K words and more for Ymeri under the circumstances makes me wish I could retcon her into oblivion just so I did not have all these ideas in my head that I cannot properly translate into words.
We really need a frustrated writer emoticon for this site.
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Wanted to check at least, since you never mentioned something in that regard.
Interlude CMLXXXIX: Dauntless Deeds Part One
Dauntless Deeds Part One
Twenty Fourth Day of the Fourth Month 294 AC
A man is only as good as his word, so said Carson Lewin's long dead father. About the best advice the old man had ever given him, breath smelling of beer and desperation. Though knocking on the door of the Blue Lantern and offering to be a stagehand had likely not been any sort of respectable work in the same doughty man's estimation. Carson had always kept his word... climbing the steep steps hewn into the rock until he found a place flat enough to comfortably stand and speak from, he knew he was a liar.
"I'm ready to talk when you are ready to hear my voice, Captain. Never met a mirror I couldn't charm!" he called out cheerfully to the black winged woman older than all the realms of men he had ever heard of.
They don't actually read minds, Carson reminded himself as he stood under her gaze. The Ministry for Information Distribution might be in the business of shading the truth sometimes but its reporters got solid information about what the people with them could and could not do, especially in a war zone. Truth be told Carson was no better about stage fright, or mirror fright, than anyone else who had offered to play the part out here, but he did tend to show it in a way that most would not recognize.
This is Carson Lewin speaking to you from under the red skies of the Realm of Fire where our brave boys and girls are flying besides the hosts of mighty R'hllor to put an end to the false goddess Ymeri. The battles have been going our way so far, but this is the big one ladies and gentlemen, the Palace of Emberbright, the heart of her power...
When Carson spoke before a mirror he sounded to his own ears like some sort of droning automata, but to those listening in he supposedly sounded like an expert, levelheaded to go with his level voice. He would take their word for it.
Fire and fury louder than any thunder of mortal worlds bloomed overhead and the chants of flaming angels mingled with the dreadfully beautiful songs of the fire fey. You could hardly hear one small mortal voice among the dreadful symphony, yet for the folk who would be watching it all in mirrored glass from Braavos to Mantarys this would be their single glimpse into the conflict.
As the reporter and his crew crested the final ridge into the caldera whose side they had been climbing the stream of words faltered for just a moment at sight before them:
The Palace of the Queen of Inferno, a shifting arrangement of buildings hewn from obsidian that flowed around each other, merging and splitting as if they were cast from wax. Above them floated uncountable jewels, glowing and swaying in a way that they resemble a dancing flame, beautiful and ever hungering.
As the news crew watched about a third of the crystals, the larger ones, begin to glow brighter and brighter... searing the eye and the mind, a wave of crimson across the sky like a great serpent lashing out at the armies in the distance. Prayer became manifest and the will of a god so near at hand writ in golden flame, a warding. At the same time smaller blows, like spears of light, darted from lesser crystals, hitting something in the distance too small to make out even with the mirror's arcane eye.
Maybe mirror fright isn't what I'm supposed to be worried about, Carson thought, starting to consider if he should draw his whole crew back. Not all of them were as hardy as the fury. Yet just as he was about to pan away a great golden shape cut through the clouds of smoke and soot, the Dauntless was here living up to its namesake as it set a course for the palace like an arrow fired from some god's bow.
No, not a god's, the Empire's bow, Carson thought and as he used that to conclude his speech there was a spark of true emotion in his otherwise perfectly level account of the news.
OOC: Credit goes to @Azel for plotting this out and no small amount of the descriptions. This is probably going to be a three part interlude.
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Here's an edited version of the chapter, DP.
The mental imagery of the Dauntless flying into the scene gave me goosebumps. What the citizens of the Imperium must be thinking as they see something so spectacular... 🤯
This is the kind of wartime reporting that should cement Carson's career as a mirrorcaster for decades to come, assuming he doesn't get obliterated by a stray bit of divine fire before the conflict ends.
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MagnificentMind
To Live is to Suffer
Huh, I didn't even realize that there were news reporters till now. Still though, great interlude and I like the idea of mortals being crazy enough to go to the middle of an active godly conflict all for a chance to get a good story to show back home.
This is the first time one has been deployed.
I hope the update worked out reasonably well. I'm trying to take advantage of times when nothing hurts, when and how I can.
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I hate to give this news but my left hand which was the good one for those keeping track at home has just decided it does not want to be good anymore. I'm struggling to get it past to perform at anything like what it did yesterday. I think I may have been too glib about the recovery and will have to give it a rest.
Maybe I shouldn't have tried speed typing as a test...
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Please take this more seriously for the rest of your recovery. We're not joking about the potential for permanent damage. Recovery is an amazing time for things to get worse than they should be if you're not careful.
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Relax @DragonParadox. Take it slow and do not hurt yourself. Watch some documentaries.
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Alternatively, read a book. Maybe some fantasy. Maybe sci-fi as a palate cleanser. Maybe some historiographies about the interplay between the pharaoh and the nomarchs during the early dynastic period, including how the latter ultimately ended that period and caused the first intermediate period.
Normal stuff.
Normal stuff.
Interlude CMXC: Dauntless Deeds Part Two
Dauntless Deeds Part Two
Twenty Fourth Day of the Fourth Month 294 AC
Aboard the Dauntless
Lor Three Fingers was not a faithful man, which made the place he found himself in and the company he kept all the stranger. The turret was large enough to fit him and the fire-haired priest, his head flickering like a candle in a high wind as he prayed eyes closed and lips set to some maybe magical chant. Scuttlebutt was that they were supposed to deliver some kind of magic weapon to the heart of the Fire Bitch's domain, something so nasty that only one of the priests could have hopped to use it and even for her it would've likely been death.
So instead the thing was in here with old Lor looking like nothing so much as a small golden reliquary, the sort the priests back home took out for feast days, made of obsidian and gold.
The Dauntless will get it through. It was only when the priest's white-flame eyes snapped open that he realized he had mumbled under his breath.
"You have faith in this ship, in this artifice you do not understand," the strange fire-kin priest said. "Why?"
"Is this about converting me again?" the gunner asked suspiciously. "'Cause I've had a belly-full of gods as a boy and don't need more of 'em." He had been a temple attendant at one of the lesser known Tyroshi shrines, thrown out as soon as his chin was no longer smooth and his voice too thick for his part in the chorus. The realization that gods were real did little to endear them to him.
"I am trying," the priest said, "to understand the limits of your rational. You said you would serve no god because they are too distant and care little for the troubles and tragedies of men, that you do not see their design and cannot trust it. Yet you trust the artificers who made this ship, though their arts are beyond you, you trust Him who sent you here even though his purpose is grand and terrible..."
At that Lor shifted slightly against the hard steel wall. He did not like to think that maybe King, now Emperor Viserys, was Azor Ahai, that he had come to god-bothering by the back door as it was. Still, if it did turn out that way it would still be worth it as far as the gunner was concerned. The King was the reason he was no longer in chains and why he had coin in his pocket, and even a small house to come back to in Tyrosh where the slums had been now stood now neat rows of apartments with water on tap like a great noble of all bloody things.
"I don't fight for fire, priest, I fight for water," he proclaimed mysteriously, a bit of payback for all the times he had been given the run-around about what was in the damn box. If he was going to stick something in his cannon then he damn well needed to know what it was...
"Attention, attention, this is the captain speaking, batteries eleven to twenty prepare to fire!" the voice blared out over the speakers, made sharp-edged and metallic by the spell, though Lor could still hear his care for the crew in it.
The priest chanted a short line and the box clicked open like some sort of odd flower to reveal a shard of black ice, covered in gold filigree. Water with specks of snow in it seems to flow from the ice, but it disappears one it hits the ground. "Whatever you do do not touch the crystal..." the priest began, his voice strained and soon covered entirely by the wail of the alarm.
Incoming fire.
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On the ground far, far below Carston watched as a titanic wave of fire, more like a burning tide, flowed from the caldera, from the palace of Ymeri to engulf the Dauntless. For a moment the ship's projectors held, a shell of golden light defiant against the tide of crimson, but then all was fire, flowing over the ship and falling back down upon the blasted plains with such a fury that the angels of the Lord of Light changed their chant from one of battle to one of warding, struggling against even the backlash of the blow.
OOC: Cliffhanger Ahoy. I try not to make a habit of these but it's all I can manage for today. There are some vocabulary choices in here tending towards the mundane for the sake of the text to speech that I'm not entirely happy with, but better than no second update.
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