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In Pedo Impedimenta - Chapter XXVI b
He glanced up, briefly, and was snare-snatched and clutched by the black-gold heterochromia of the womer across from him. She had not cracked her platter, either; she watched him across it, cheeks flush-lush and heavy eyelids fruit-flesh fresh. Then she looked away, and her delicate hand rose to grasp the handle of one of the sea-porcelain pitchers, and a breast-gush of froth flowed into her goblet; glugging amrita, purest white against the black iron. And Jon looked down, hearing the clink of the pitcher set back down on the table, and then lifted away the lid of his dinner.
Steam kissed his face with droplet-dimpling blossom burst; a rush of familiar flavors crushed against his nose like old clothes or dried flowers, and quite suddenly he was no longer in Alinor at all, no longer anywhere in Tamriel that he had visited for the past fifteen years. He was back home, at last, back in the cramped little clay-bricked kitchen of his childhood with the richness of fresh-boiled rice twining
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In Pedo Impedimenta - Chapter XXVI a
AN: Things might come a little more quickly now. Anyway this is 16 thousand words long, so that's something of a compensation.
Chapter XXVI
Onda av Nilenen. Ah, Onda av Nilenen. Sweetness of the Flowered Fallings. Will they ever see you in truth, clasp of the offering cottage? Will they ever smell the morning mist huddled in your hollow and heavy with the scent of your black earth wicked up by the dawn-yawning alstroemeria? Will they ever taste the cold crispness of your waters, so clean, and sweet as the freshest golden apple? Will they ever see the sun ring your ridge-jagged rim with its betrothal chain, your fountaining flood through the skies its prism pendant, spraying the terraces with splintered hues? Will they ever walk those ancient marble staircases as Jon walked them, aching and sore with the elf-apportioned stretch but ever eager for the crest of the next ledge? Will they ever sit by the sides of your twenty-seven flowers and watch the jade-bellied clepsydra twist amidst th
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In Pedo Impedimenta - Chapter XXIVb
We slipped into silence for a time, then, and the karetetit-karetetit-karetetit of the horses' hooves on the glass and the sonorous aura of their wake ruled our ears as the carriage flew across the city-isle. The sun had truly risen as we spoke, and its light poured in the east-facing windows, filling the compartment with a flowing, limpid glow; the splinter-spun parquet walls seemed to resonate with the rich hues of its resin, and both Ilandra and Cehseekye, seated nearest to the lit windows, were flushed with effulgence; those heavy eyes, blush-lush, lashes licked by light; that wide mouth, smooth and… but I did not keep my attention on the carriage's contents, of course. I was too busy pondering over the revelations I had been given; the idea of this 'pedological profile,' and that all Altmer, not just the edaphomancers, were given amberical foci. For what could they need such things? Certainly the practice had not been common under the rule of the Ayleids, or my Mangler would
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In Pedo Impedimenta - Chapter XXIVa
Chapter XXIV
           
"Up the wake, wizud! Up the wake! Isa timea go, wizud! Soilersum be stompinum down here wery soon! Up the wake!"
            Thus did today's dawn greet me. It seems so long ago, somehow. Like a relic of a past life, resurfaced somehow in my mind. The change in my outlook on life predates today, of course, but the change in my circumstances, the altered surroundings, the new acquaintances today has brought me have all driven home the difference in me. This journey has laid a demarcation through time with such strength that I almost find it difficult to contemplate the rest of my life; there is no past now, only future. A different life, aye; and this morning the simultaneous death of the old and birth of the new, in the true sense of all dawn.
            "Up the wake, wizud!" Falif had to
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In Pedo Impedimenta - Chapter XXIII - Partb
            We stared about at one another, dumbstruck. Miles had this look on his face, like he wanted to laugh with the suddenness and shock of it, and I could feel the same impulse in me as well; the impulse to laugh, just at the very marvelousness of the thing. But I did not, and he did not. Something held us back. The charged emptiness of the air, or… something.
            "Perhaps…" Ciene's voice broke timidly on my ringing ears. She trailed off, little throat swallowing convulsively. "We really shouldn't be out here," she went on. "We don't know what Alinor's storms are like. And we're all mages. It seems like we might be tempting… something."
            "What would we be tempting?" Alusan asked, unsticking his teeth.
           
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In Pedo Impedimenta - Chapter XXIII - Parta
Chapter XXIII
            I have failed. I have failed so very, very badly. I have betrayed myself. I have betrayed my Love. I have betrayed my craft. I am, truly, the very baddest of the very bad. The very baddest of the very bad.
            I came to Alinor overflowing with enthusiasm for the adventure of it, for the excitement of seeing this land so few men have seen through all time, for the unlimited possibility for new knowledge and learning. I came here as I came to every expedition before it: with an open mind, a cultural curiousity, and an unashamed academic rapacity. I came looking to steal Alinor's secrets, but I also came looking to embrace its people, however I might find them. I thought myself ready to face the infamous Altmer; I had met the cannibal cults of High Rock's remotest wildernesses, and been accepted by them; I had infiltrated the Suppuration
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In Pedo Impedimenta - Chapter XXII
Chapter XXII
            "It is unusual," Tsirelsyn resumed, leaning on his elbows looking down on the bustle of goblins in the terrace-field below, broad back slightly hunched to bring his head nearly level with Jon's. "It is unusual that we should leave the soil bare. A matter of extremity. We allow it only because this soil's ailment is more detrimental than its exposure, in the long term, and requires such for its cure." Below, a long line of goblins had formed up along the center of the carpet of protective matting, pulling in tandem a thick black hose free from its coiled nest, stretching it out toward the end of the bared segment of soil. "You see, this portion of land suffers from an infestation of colubridae, or groundsnakes. To remove them, we must unfortunately bare the soil surface."
            "Colubridae?" Jon repeated curiously. "Groundsnakes? And what
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In Pedo Impedimenta - Chapter XXI
Chapter XXI
            RISE UP O YE OF JON! With courage, tarry not! Too long have you floundered in angst-membraned memory, in scrooge seclusion, in encapsulated self-absorption deep beneath ego's crust. Too long lost in Jon's sorrow! Too long sundered from sun! Rise up! Rise up! Rise up, through horizon and horizon, soil and soul and soil and soul! RISE UP TO GREET THE DAWN!
            Hurry forth, now! Quick! The rays are breaking! Thrust open the door, thrust out your chest; stretch in the amber-brewed corridor, and then off, up, out; forth, into the solum's spire-inversion, the tangled interstice, the earth-musky labyrinth; forth to the arms of Arbasdiil! And there is the brinking, there is the blinking, there breaking of morn; past the last curve, through the last splinter-thin door, and the cavity of the solum's center whistles hale and hollow above your head
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In Pedo Impedimenta - Chapter XX
Chapter XX
           
            This is quite possibly the most frustrating transynthesis of comprehension that I have ever undertaken. I mean, memospores always try to sink mycelia into one's mind and the Dwemeri resonance rods always make my teeth feel like they'll be vaporized at any moment (it actually has happened, I've heard, in semi-rare cases) but at least their comprehension context doesn't actually change as you go along. And I'm convinced that that is what is happening here; the crystal's catalyst nodes are actually behaving differently every time I link up for an observation. Of course the act of observation alters the root of meaning even for the instigator – that is the nature of understanding, as I explained to Odfrin once – but that should not change the nature of the catalyst itself. It is, though; that's the only explanation I can find for th
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In Pedo Impedimenta - Chapter XIX
Chapter XIX
EDIT: Sorry, guys, dA fails at text. There's a lot of italicized text in this chapter that I'll have to go through and tag manually since dA is such shit at this. Till then, please read this chapter at The Imperial Library: [link below]
           
            Indeed I have not forgotten Jon's unnerving somnolent idiosyncracies, nor have I neglected contemplation of their probable effect upon the ensnarer – and oh, but the word is most suitable – of his heart. As much as it may seem that I have overlooked this little nuance, such is not the case. If it has been overlooked at all, the doing was Jon's alone. But what surprise there? What surprise that a man should not write of his newest lover's strange immunity to the creeping coldness of his slumbering bones, itself a quirk of which he was entirely unaware? There should be no surprise; he could not ha
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