EliteCommander

Elder Scrolls: Terror of the Padomaic

I wish I wasn't terrible with naming. So far, I think the "Terror" could work, but I think we might be able to come up with something better.

Elder Scrolls: Terror of the Padomaic

I don't especially like it as a name, honestly.

I can move us on if you like, though I would like to give Leon and Ryonara a chance to finish off their floor.

Elder Scrolls: Terror of the Padomaic

I don't especially like it as a name, honestly.

I can move us on if you like, though I would like to give Leon and Ryonara a chance to finish off their floor.

Elder Scrolls: Terror of the Padomaic

Sharee started to run in behind the Orc like last time, but as the arrows started to fly, she ducked back behind the doorway. She didn't have the same armor as the Orc did, and even untrained archers could hit a target at close range if there were ten of them firing at once. Glancing in, she could see that the Orc was being predictably tough; it wasn't as if the enemy could actually get to him through his armor with their swords. Maybe the bows if they could hit the right spot, but these guards didn't seem too accurate. In fact, from what Sharee saw, she doubted they were guards at all. They appeared to have absolutely no combat training by the way they were fighting.

Sharee looked down and reached into her satchel. In addition to her regular potions and poisons, there were two flasks in the pouch: one filled about a quarter of the way with a green liquid, and another with a bluish-black liquid. Taking the flask with the black liquid, she shook it until the liquid had turned to gas. It was a mixture of her own creation from a few different ingredients, most prominently void salts. Glancing around the corner once more, she judged that the Orc was far enough away from the surviving hostiles, probably. With a quick throw, she tossed the flask into the middle of the group of guards. It shattered as soon as it hit the ground, sending out a burst of lightning in all direction, enveloping each of the five guards and stopping just short of the Orc. Many other alchemists could probably create a similar effect with void salts, but she had figured out how to make it practical to carry around. The explosion would only occur if the mixture was struck with enough force while in gaseous form, and it would only become a gas for about thirty seconds after being shaken hard enough. It wasn't a perfect system, but it was safe enough that Sharee felt confident carrying it around.

Dashing inside, Sharee saw that the flask had done its job. The burst of lightning caused involuntary muscle spasms that sent each of the guards to the ground. A trained soldier could deal with the pain and get back up, but these were certainly not trained soldiers. Most were writhing in pain, and some had dropped their weapons. As a result, it was easy enough for her to move from one to the next, ending them with precision stabs to the heart or neck. Two of them tried to raise weapons against her, but were too disoriented to put up any real kind of defense. The last one had managed to bring himself up to his knees by the time Sharee reached him, but instead of drawing a blade, he held out his hands in front of him.

"No, wait, please! I surrend-" He began before being cut short by Sharee's blade sliding across his throat with a merciless expression on her face. She had no time for prisoners.

The room had been cleared, and if the other recruits had done their job, the rest of the deck should be as well. "Good job, now let's do another quick sweep of this deck, then head upstairs. If the upper deck is clear, and the sailors operating this vessel right now are semi-competent, then we should be in the clear. Otherwise, I'll need to finish what they can't."

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After sweeping through both decks inside the ship, Sharee returned above decks to get a sense of where they were. They were already out of the harbor and could only barely see the land in the distance. Sharee had no doubt that Imperial ships were in pursuit, but as long as they kept up their speed for long enough, there was no way they were going to be caught while on the open ocean. Turning her attention to the crew, she could see that most of the sailors had settled into their roles. There were some who were standing around not doing much of anything, but they were mostly the fighters, who hadn't been ordered to do anything but fight. They had lost some of the recruits, so everyone would end up with some sort of daily duties to help maintain the vessel. Still, she would attempt to push most of that off on the noncombatants in the crew for morale's sake.

Sharee clapped her hands together twice to get everyone's attention, then proceeded to give her new orders. "Alright everyone, listen up. That was excellent work; everyone performed their duties to the letter and the plan went off without a hitch. You keep it up and you'll all be swimming in gold by the end of the month. It's not often that I give praise, so enjoy it while it lasts. Now, just because the fight's over doesn't mean we're done here. There are two main jobs left to be done. One, we have wounded to tend to. There should be a large room on the upper deck that we can use as an infirmary. Anyone with any kind of healing abilities, whether it be alchemy, magic, or just knowing your way around a bandage, get to work helping the injured. Everyone who isn't currently operating the ship, get to work on moving the wounded and gathering medical supplies. After that is taken care of, we need to move on to dealing with all these bodies. Strip them of anything valuable, then throw them overboard. I know some of you might want to give proper burials to your fallen comrades, but we don't have that luxury right now."

Walking towards the ship's stern, Sharee looked over the sailors manning the vessel. Their ages ranged anywhere from young to going on middle-aged and they were a mix of races, mostly Khajiit, Argonian, and Imperial. "Anyway, which one of you is the navigator?"

"That, uh, would be me." A deep, but nervous voice sounded behind her. She turned around and had to look up to look him in the eye. He was an Argonian, but by the muscles on him, she wondered if he was actually a scaly ogre. Strangely, he wasn't armed or armored at all and instead wore the same commoner's clothing as the other sailors. One of the most salient features about him, other than his size, was his bright pink scales and pink feathers on his head.

"Right, Khenarthi's Roost, an island south of Elsweyr, do you know where it is?" Sharee asked.

"Y-yes, captain." He responded, the nerves obvious in his voice.

"Well, get us there." She ordered.

"Of course, yes, right away." He said before turning and freezing up for a moment. "Ah, I need to get my tools, um, well we headed west out of Leyawiing so..." He muttered as he walked towards the helmsman, an Imperial male. "Helmsman, could you change our bearing twelve degrees south...please?"

Sharee sighed and shook her head for a moment before moving on to her next task, one she was actually looking forward to. The crew was already starting to get to work on the bodies, but there was another scared and confused individual in the crowd, this time one Sharee recognized. Allaina had boarded the ship along with the sailors, but had not really done much else. Someone had told her to pull on a rope while they were leaving port, so she did that until they told her to stop. Otherwise, she had just been waiting for Sharee. As Sharee approached the Bosmer girl, she put on a smile and placed a hand on her shoulder to help calm her down. "Ah, there you are Allaina. I have a special assignment for you. Go down to the bottom deck, to the big storage room at the end of the hall. They kept a whole bunch of weapons stored down there, but I also saw a few kegs. See if there is any alcohol in there; if so, bring a few back up top. Some mugs too, enough for most of the crew. After all the work is done, we're having a celebration."

Sharee saw out of the corner of her eye that two crewmen were walking past them, so she held out her hand to stop them. "You two, instead of the bodies, I want you to listen to Allaina here. Do whatever she says. Got it?" The crewmen nodded, so Sharee gave Allaina a grin and patted her on the shoulder. "Well, I'll leave you to it."

With all of her orders given, Sharee walked over to the bow of the ship and leaned forward onto the bannister as she looked out over the horizon. She had been hopeful that her plan would succeed, but until now, she didn't know for sure. The reality of her situation was starting to set in. Only a few hours prior, she had been nothing but an ambitious mercenary, but now, she was the captain of a frigate, with her own crew. She smiled, dragging one of her claws across the bannister of the ship. Her ship.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Ahnasha smiled, glad to see that Ariel was in a bit better of a mood. "I'm glad to help. As I mentioned, pretty much any city is open to you. As Fendros suggested, you could try Cheydinhal. I've never actually been inside its walls, but it sounds nice from what he has described. Both his and Lorag's parents live there, which...could be awkward at times, given that you know we're not dead, but I can say with confidence that they make some very fine wine there. Leyawiin is where I grew up; it's a sort of melting pot of cultures between the Khajiit, Argonians, and Imperials. Those groups don't always get along fantastically, but it's peaceful enough. It's an important port city, so there is plenty of trade there. As for us, the next city we will likely be passing by is Thorn, in northeast Black Marsh. It is known as the Jewel of the East and is meant to be one of the most beautiful cities in Tamriel, so I'm rather excited to see it. It's the only city in Black Marsh I actually really know anything about. It is in the marsh, so you have the heat and humidity to deal with, but it is a city that is used to visitors."

Meanwhile, Meesei finished up the first of her enchantments, the one on her bone necklace. She could feel the magicka pulsing through it, ready to be unleashed. It would be a lot of work to enchant all of the weapons only to have them not work, so now was the perfect time for a test. She stood up, somewhat near the fire, and called her thrall over to her. The skeleton obediently moved from its place near the chamber's entrance and stood in front of her, patiently awaiting its next command. Meesei held out her necklace in front of her and charged just a small amount of magicka into it to activate the enchantment stored within. Suddenly, a wave of violet conjuration energy burst forth from the enchanted necklace, rending the thrall's soul from its bones as soon as it passed through it. The formerly animated sentinel collapsed into a lifeless and irrepairable pile of bones before her. "Excellent, that worked." Meesei commented aloud.

Elder Scrolls: Terror of the Padomaic

The name of the ocean surrounding Tamriel is the Padomaic, hence the name.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Ahnasha moved a bit closer to Ariel, keeping her hand on her shoulder as well as the empathetic expression on her face. "For what it's worth, we really appreciate what you are doing here. I know you are probably doing it mostly for the safety of your sister, but you're helping us as well. Personally, I think city life is incredibly boring and I can't understand why anyone would choose it...but I understand that others don't feel the same way I do. I can see how giving up the life you've known for so long would be hard. I don't think you need to be as afraid as you are, though. You are a talented alchemist, with knowledge that most others in the profession do not have. From what I know of business, that makes you particularly valuable. You could go to any city and be successful, given enough time an patience. It might take a few years; buildings are expensive, after all, but you can get back up to where you are now.

Ahnasha thought for a moment on what other advice she could provide. "You may want to pick a city outside Morrowind, but otherwise, anywhere should be open to you. You can pick a place with an open market and set up a stall with some of your more unique potions. You might want to check around the alchemy shops in town first and see what they sell to make sure you're offering something they're not. Serve a market that isn't being reached. Plus, if you directly compete with them, some business owners might try to bully you out of town. You could give demonstrations to show people what your potions can do, maybe talk to them and get to know the locals. Really win over their hearts and minds. After a while, you start selling better versions of what the other alchemists are selling, and you'll be too well-known for them to directly bully. You could have your own shop again in just a year or two, if you do it right." Ahnasha said optimistically, finally making use of some of the knowledge her merchant parents had given her. "Anyway, I personally want to help you in any way I can. It only seems right."

Elder Scrolls: Terror of the Padomaic

I need a good name for this vessel. Of course, in RP, Sharee will be the one naming it, so it would need to be something she would want to name it, but I figure you all might have some ideas.

Elder Scrolls: Terror of the Padomaic

Sharee almost laughed. And here she thought the fight was going to be tough. Luckily, it appeared that one of the recruits she had hired was actually a battering ram in disguise. It helped that these guards didn't have plate armor, so they weren't immune to sword strikes like the Orc essentially was. Since he managed to knock most of them off their feet, it was almost too easy finish them off. Sharee moved quickly between targets, as she was keen on killing them all before they could recover. She ran in directly behind him and ran her sword through one before he had even hit the ground from the Orc's charge. Practically ripping her cutlass out of his torso, she moved to the next guard on the ground beside him. She kicked the guard's shield out of the way, then slashed his throat before moving onto the final target, an Imperial woman. She had been knocked against the wall, but had managed to keep her footing. Initially, she looked like she was going for the Orc, but after seeing Sharee approaching out of the corner of her eye, she raised her blade to her right. Unfortunately for her, it was too little, too late. Sharee impaled her cutlass into her stomach, then stabbed her dagger into the back of her neck once she bent over.

With the threats in the hall eliminated, Sharee glanced behind her and saw that the group of recruits which she had ordered to follow her were moving into the rooms on each side of the hall. Perhaps they would clear them, perhaps they were already empty, or perhaps the recruits would all die terribly. Regardless, Sharee decided that she would be of most use in the room just ahead. At the end of the hall was a single door, and if she knew these ships as well as she thought she did, then she knew it led to a large storage room. It could be empty, but she thought it more likely that the crew of the vessel would use it to store supplies, such as weapons and armor. If she was one of the crew when the ship came under attack, that would be where she would have run. Standing beside the Orc, she glanced at him and gave him a pat on his armored back. "Hey big guy, why don't you take the lead into this next room? That armor looks tough enough to deal with it if they're inside."

Above decks, the ship's new crew was hard at work getting things moving. The sailors Sharee hired, it seemed, knew what they were doing at least. They had already planned roughly what roles to take, so they quickly raised anchor and set the ship at full sail away from the docks. Other Imperial ships in the harbor did not exactly intend to let them leave, but their preparations the previous night helped to deal with that issue. The crews of the other vessels soon found that, no matter how hard they tried, their anchors would not raise. One ship even managed to collapse part of one of the docks when the rotted support beam its anchor was tied to gave way. Of course, their ships were not trapped. It was easy enough for them to cut the ropes to their anchors once they figured out that they weren't going anywhere, but it did delay them, and that delay allowed Sharee's crew to build speed and put distance between them and their pursuers.

Elder Scrolls: Terror of the Padomaic

I suppose I should post now.