Do’Karth was not near the door when it burst open, and it took him a moment to realize that it was not from the sailors having luck breaking through the door. He had been helping the others with the last step of their climb and organizing lifting supplies with the rope when a bright blue orb pushed past him, forcing one of the hapless sailors to his doom. The khajiit could only look in horror as the man plummeted the 4 stories to his death as he landed with a sickening crunch. Turning quickly, Do’Karth realized that the group was under attack, and several members of the rescue team were engaged in the battle with the strange magical constructs- what else could they be – and he realized that he was woefully unprepared for fighting an enemy such at this unarmed. He feared, rightfully so, that the orbs would be harmful to him if he struck them with his unprotected hands and feet. One thing he’d learned over his life, sometimes rather painfully, was to never make assumptions about the nature of magical things.
The skirmish ended without any more bloodshed, and while most of the others pressed on into the College to find the survivors, Do’Karth stayed behind to help bring up the supplies and help the last of the rescue party up the rope. It was much easier now the rope was anchored properly, and the hand and footholds had been pretty well broken in through several sets of hands and feet following the same path that Do’Karth had started. Tying the supplies on the rope and pulling it up, it took several more minutes before the college relief supplies were brought up and secured, and outside of a pair of sailors keeping a lookout on the dinghies, Do’Karth and the others carried the supplies in the wake of the others, following the obvious trail that had been left behind. Before long, they had arrived in the Hall of the Elementals as Faralda was finishing her tale of what had occurred at the College during the siege, only really hearing the extent of the conversation as she explained how the dead were disposed of. It was rather grim.
Do’Karth and the others set the supplies down in a row, unraveling the canvas tarps to present the carefully packaged foods, water skins, blankets and other supplies within. They handed these out to any who approached, and Do’Karth was pleased to see his coat and his staff had made the trip up. Nodding to the survivors, Do’Karth stepped out into the courtyard to better view the collapsed cliff side where a village once stood. Looking at the tall waves and the cruel sky, the khajiit truly wondered how on Nirn they managed to arrive here alive- and how any of them were supposed to escape. He did not cherish the thought of returning to the sea. He would reunite with his companions in a moment, he felt he should check to see how Solveig was holding up, as well as Sevine. She’d seemed particularly worried about his ascent only minutes prior.
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