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Hey Leon, Ryonara, would you like to post any more on finishing off the upper deck, or should I move us on?
Meesei nodded and thanked Ariel for the assistance before returning to her enchantments. She still had quite a few to make, and needed to make sure they were all identical to the first. Outside, Lorag continued to preside over the duel, offering advice, as well as snide sarcastic remarks, whenever needed.
The pack continued preparations and planning for most of the day, trying to eliminate any problems they could foresee in their plan. Ariel and Sabine had successfully turned the magic reflection potion into a vapor form that could be contained in a vial, which Meesei now wore around her neck. Meesei had managed to enchant a necklace for Ahnasha, and weapons for everyone else apart from Ariel. The sun was still in the sky, but by the time they equipped themselves and made the walk to the keep, it would be well after dark. Each of them were standing by the smouldering ashes of their fire equipping themselves to leave. Meesei and Ahnasha wore only their very basic clothing and equipment, taking nothing they were not prepared to lose.The only exception was Meesei's ring, which could remain with her through her transformations. Ahnasha had a few of Ariel's potions, while Meesei carried only a single magicka potion that she planned to drink just before turning the first time. Everyone else who would be fighting in Meesei's group was using equipment taken from the hunters, as it was essentially guaranteed that they would be losing everything they carried with them.
"I do not believe there is any more preparation remaining. Unless anyone has any other concerns, we should depart." Meesei said to the others.
The pack continued preparations and planning for most of the day, trying to eliminate any problems they could foresee in their plan. Ariel and Sabine had successfully turned the magic reflection potion into a vapor form that could be contained in a vial, which Meesei now wore around her neck. Meesei had managed to enchant a necklace for Ahnasha, and weapons for everyone else apart from Ariel. The sun was still in the sky, but by the time they equipped themselves and made the walk to the keep, it would be well after dark. Each of them were standing by the smouldering ashes of their fire equipping themselves to leave. Meesei and Ahnasha wore only their very basic clothing and equipment, taking nothing they were not prepared to lose.The only exception was Meesei's ring, which could remain with her through her transformations. Ahnasha had a few of Ariel's potions, while Meesei carried only a single magicka potion that she planned to drink just before turning the first time. Everyone else who would be fighting in Meesei's group was using equipment taken from the hunters, as it was essentially guaranteed that they would be losing everything they carried with them.
"I do not believe there is any more preparation remaining. Unless anyone has any other concerns, we should depart." Meesei said to the others.
Agreed
"Not unless you and Ahnasha need any more, but on the subject of potions, there is something I was thinking about." Meesei responded. "That potion you gave me, the one that reflects magic, I am not certain how I am going to get it to the tower with the hagravens. We are going to be fighting outside the walls for some time until they stop sending skeletons after us. After that, though, we will be transforming to scale the broken tower. Because of my ring, I can transform back and forth at will, so I will be able to take on my normal form again, but I will not be able to just carry the potion with me. I'll need both hands to fight. My necklace would be easy enough, since is it small, I can grab it before I scale the tower, then wear it around my neck afterward. Unless there is a way to make the potion smaller, perhaps make it more concentrated and put it in a vial, I don't know if I will be able to use it. I would say I could just carry my satchel up with me to bring it along, and I will try that if there is no way to condense the potion, but I don't know what kind of a rush I will be in when it comes time to scale the wall. I may not have time to fumble around with my equipment."
Lorag continued observing the fight. "Pleased" wouldn't exactly be the word for his expression, but it did show that he saw progress in Fendros' form. "Make sure to watch the recoil on that swing. Don't tense up and try to absorb it yourself; just go with the flow. Instead of trying to resist it, use that backwards momentum to help bring you back into a fighting stance." He advised.
Lorag continued observing the fight. "Pleased" wouldn't exactly be the word for his expression, but it did show that he saw progress in Fendros' form. "Make sure to watch the recoil on that swing. Don't tense up and try to absorb it yourself; just go with the flow. Instead of trying to resist it, use that backwards momentum to help bring you back into a fighting stance." He advised.
"Indeed, I doubt they suspect their missing sentinel could be used for such a purpose." Meesei said with a grin. I have enough soul gems to make one for all of us; I'll be giving you a necklace like mine, Ahnasha. If everything goes to plan, you will not need it, but you can never be too careful. Everyone else will get weapons. Do you think you will need one, Ariel? I can enchant the effect into any weapon or piece of jewelry, though it is unlikely that both of you will need one. Regardless, I can provide one for you. If not...I could use the gem later to make you an amulet or ring of disease resistance, should you ever decide you want to go to Black Marsh. It will not make you immune, but it would help." She asked. Even giving everyone in her group, who were going to be fighting the skeletons directly, was probably unnecessary, but she saw no reason to take chances.
Lorag was practically hovering over the fight, critiquing every movement they made, though mostly he focused on Fendros. He already knew in what ways Janius tended to mess up. The combat experience and training Fendros had been receiving made him better than if the average person were to pick up a mace, but he still had obvious flaws in his form. "Remember, maces don't behave like swords, their weight distribution is all different.They take just as much skill as swords, just different kinds of skills. For one, they are overall heavier. You can't change the way they are moving near as easy as you can a blade. Once you start a swing, you're pretty much committed to it. Think about that before going for any attack. Your stance and swing is also wrong. Hold it so the head of the mace is at shoulder height, and when you swing, lead with your elbow, then snap your forearm forward mid-swing to give that extra momentum. Like this." He instructed, having no problem interrupting the fight to snatch the mace from Fendros' hand. He held the mace in proper form, then demonstrated the swing a few times so he could see it before giving the weapon back. "Of course, there are a lot more advance tactics than that, and that won't be the only way you'll ever swing, but you got to get the basics down before moving on to that."
Lorag was practically hovering over the fight, critiquing every movement they made, though mostly he focused on Fendros. He already knew in what ways Janius tended to mess up. The combat experience and training Fendros had been receiving made him better than if the average person were to pick up a mace, but he still had obvious flaws in his form. "Remember, maces don't behave like swords, their weight distribution is all different.They take just as much skill as swords, just different kinds of skills. For one, they are overall heavier. You can't change the way they are moving near as easy as you can a blade. Once you start a swing, you're pretty much committed to it. Think about that before going for any attack. Your stance and swing is also wrong. Hold it so the head of the mace is at shoulder height, and when you swing, lead with your elbow, then snap your forearm forward mid-swing to give that extra momentum. Like this." He instructed, having no problem interrupting the fight to snatch the mace from Fendros' hand. He held the mace in proper form, then demonstrated the swing a few times so he could see it before giving the weapon back. "Of course, there are a lot more advance tactics than that, and that won't be the only way you'll ever swing, but you got to get the basics down before moving on to that."
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.
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.
I can move us on if you like, though I would like to give Leon and Ryonara a chance to finish off their floor.
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.
I can move us on if you like, though I would like to give Leon and Ryonara a chance to finish off their floor.
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."
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.
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."
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.
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.
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.
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