Ri'vashi stood, arms crossed and in deep thought. She lightly shook her head as she let out a sigh. "At this point, this one is going to assume that every enemy force we meet has access to this gas. As powerful of a weapon as it is, it would be too dangerous not to. Our focus needs to be on getting home, learning more about this gas, and trying to work out an antidote. Until we do that, nothing we do could stop Vile from turning this war in his favor. We will not be able to defend our clans, or attack their strongholds...we will be at their mercy."

"Marcaille, is it safe for Ri'vashi to assume that our alchemists are busy with the wounded?" Ri'vashi asked. 

Marcaille nodded. "Afraid so, ma'am." 

"Well, then we need to focus on getting our wounded well enough to move. We can move some of our supplies out of the carts, but we have nothing that can move a Senche-raht. Ri'vashi will go make sure the healers are tending to the Senche, and find a scout willing to return to the fortress." Ri'vashi said before turning to leave. 

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Ahnasha huffed, then slowly brought herself back to laying down on the bedroll. "And how many necromancers have you known, personally? That cult in Black Marsh was a cult of [i]Molag Bal[/i]. You know, the lord of domination, rape, enslavement, and any number of other atrocities? Do you really expect that anyone in that place was going to be anything remotely good, necromancer or no? Mages in general get a bad reputation in a lot of places in Tamriel. People fear what they don't understand. From what I understand based on what I've learned so far, all I'll need for the actual process of extending my life are strong souls. Maybe some alchemy ingredients as well, but I doubt that's going to cause you any ethical problems. I just need to learn enough to be able to actually be able to perform the rituals. Nothing about that is going to make me into some sort of power-hungry madwoman. Have I done anything of that sort yet?"