Name: Swims-With-Pride
Race: Argonian
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Appearance: http://static-4.nexusmods.com/15/mods/110/images/27676-2-1357824318.jpg (without scars)
Skills: One-Handed - novice
Block - novice
Heavy Armor - novice
Destruction - novice
Equipment: a set of refurbished iron armor, a steel sword, a steel dagger, and a round iron shield.
Background: Swims-With-Pride was the youngest of the three children born to his mother, Sings-In-Rain, and father, Walks-Over-Mountains. They were merchants who owned a general store in Leyawiin. As such, Swims found that his life was fairly boring early on. He did not take to the merchants' trade like his older brother and sister, so he always felt out of place in his family. As a result, he always found himself looking elsewhere to keep himself entertained whenever he had the free time.
Early in life, he found a friend in another adventurous soul named Veria. Like himself, she enjoyed exploration, and was always willing to take on a challenge. Both of their families came to know one another simply through their mutual desire to keep their children out of trouble: something they found themselves in quite often. Eventually, Swims and Veria decided that they wanted to become a pair of adventurers, and started working towards that goal. Swims split his time between working in his parents' shop to earn gold, and the fighters' and mages' guilds for training. Once the pair had earned enough to pay for their equipment, and felt they had received enough training, they decided it was time for them to begin their adventuring career, unaware of exactly how much danger they were stepping into.
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Sam looked over and nodded to Stevie. "Will do, though I'll be heading to the college as soon as I bring them back here. I'll wait outside for you to finish your exam, just in case you start feeling any urges to turn." He put the pizza in the microwave, then went in the living room and turned on the television to wait while it cooked. He didn't really care what they watched, he just wanted to eat and relax. The past few days had been the best and worst of his life, in almost equal measure. On the one hand, he was now with the love of his life, but on the other, they were both afflicted with a terrible curse. The stress of the latter was something he needed to get off of his mind.
Once the pizza finished, he took two plates and grabbed a few slices for both of them. He guessed she was just as hungry as he was, so there wasn't much left for later. Sitting down on the couch next to Stevie, he handed her a plate, and put his arm around her shoulder.
Once the pizza finished, he took two plates and grabbed a few slices for both of them. He guessed she was just as hungry as he was, so there wasn't much left for later. Sitting down on the couch next to Stevie, he handed her a plate, and put his arm around her shoulder.
Sam took a few sniffs of the air and nodded in agreement. "Yeah. Honestly, I think I preferred having a normal sense of smell. We might have to clean this place up some, though I suppose we will end up getting used to it. Your brain eventually cancels out constants, like smells. At any rate, I might join you in that shower." He said with a chuckle before stepping into the kitchen. It had been a while since they purchased groceries, so they didn't have too great of a selection. "I think something quick would be best. Let's see...there's a microwave pizza in here. That's decently filling. I'm not really that picky at the moment." He said, taking the pizza out of the freezer and preparing it to go in the microwave.
Sam cocked his head to the side. "Did you take a mythology class in high school?" He asked before shrugging it off and moving on. "Well, anyway, it might have been because of the moon, but we can only really guess at this point. I suppose we should stay near the woods next time a full moon rolls around, in any case."
After a few moments, Sam finally let go of her and looked around the apartment. Nothing had been disturbed, so no one had broken in while they were gone. Like Stevie, Sam also was not feeling any particular urges to transform, so he figured they at least didn't have to worry about turning that night. "I don't know about you, but I'm pretty hungry. We haven't eaten all day. I think I'm going to make something, what would you like?" He asked.
After a few moments, Sam finally let go of her and looked around the apartment. Nothing had been disturbed, so no one had broken in while they were gone. Like Stevie, Sam also was not feeling any particular urges to transform, so he figured they at least didn't have to worry about turning that night. "I don't know about you, but I'm pretty hungry. We haven't eaten all day. I think I'm going to make something, what would you like?" He asked.
Allaina was quite nervous at the attention suddenly being directed at her. The alcohol she had been drinking had just began to affect her, so she was feeling strange, and her senses were not quite as sharp as normal. She still wasn't familiar enough with talking to others to catch on to Serge's intentions, but she at least understood what a handshake was. After taking another drink, she reached out and took Serge's hand. "Oh, um, sorry." She said, taking his words literally. She found him attractive, but at the same time intimidating.
Sharee was obviously aware of Serge's intentions; he was broadcasting them as loudly as a lamia's shriek. She wasn't against it, as long as Allaina was willing in the matter. Of course, knowing the Bosmer girl, she would end up asking her what to do if she got confused at his advances. Sharee would probably encourage her to go along with it and enjoy herself, but not before letting this Serge know exactly what would happen if any harm befell her. Allaina was completely loyal to her, so Sharee was going to make sure to protect that investment. She looked back at the Breton, taking a drink of her brandy. She did nothing to dissuade him, but neither did she encourage him. For now, she was just going to wait and see.
Sharee was obviously aware of Serge's intentions; he was broadcasting them as loudly as a lamia's shriek. She wasn't against it, as long as Allaina was willing in the matter. Of course, knowing the Bosmer girl, she would end up asking her what to do if she got confused at his advances. Sharee would probably encourage her to go along with it and enjoy herself, but not before letting this Serge know exactly what would happen if any harm befell her. Allaina was completely loyal to her, so Sharee was going to make sure to protect that investment. She looked back at the Breton, taking a drink of her brandy. She did nothing to dissuade him, but neither did she encourage him. For now, she was just going to wait and see.
Sam made sure to lock his car before heading back inside, then he proceeded to let out what was perhaps the most well-deserved sigh of relief in his life. There was still a lot to worry about, but at least one catastrophe had been averted.
"Like I mentioned before, I don't know how much researching will help. There is so much variation in mythology that we can't really know what is correct. Some stories contradict each other on what werewolves can do. I'm worried that we may end up having to just learn as we go." Sam said as he locked the door to their apartment behind them, just to be safe. He then approached Stevie and gave her a hug, wrapping her tightly in his embrace. He was silent for a few moments, just wanting to hold her for a while before speaking up. "No matter what happens, though, at least we are safe now. I didn't really get a chance to express it before with how much stress and worry there was, but I am really glad we are together now. I've cared deeply for you for a long time now, I just didn't know how to say it."
"Like I mentioned before, I don't know how much researching will help. There is so much variation in mythology that we can't really know what is correct. Some stories contradict each other on what werewolves can do. I'm worried that we may end up having to just learn as we go." Sam said as he locked the door to their apartment behind them, just to be safe. He then approached Stevie and gave her a hug, wrapping her tightly in his embrace. He was silent for a few moments, just wanting to hold her for a while before speaking up. "No matter what happens, though, at least we are safe now. I didn't really get a chance to express it before with how much stress and worry there was, but I am really glad we are together now. I've cared deeply for you for a long time now, I just didn't know how to say it."
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Ahnasha reached up and placed a hand on Fendros' cheek, giving him a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, It's going to be our child, and the only other real influence in its life, at least at first, will be the pack. Honestly, it will believe and accept whatever we teach it, because that is what cubs do. They start out knowing nothing, so we have to teach it everything. I wouldn't worry about it accepting you, because unless you tell it otherwise, it will. And if it's a Cathay or Cathay-raht, then it really won't be that different from me. Just bigger, really. I mean, Cathay can sometimes be mistaken for particularly large Suthay-raht."
Rukeewei was initially surprised at Ariel's sudden enthusiasm, but he found it amusing and returned a chuckle. "Alright, as long as my scales stay firmly attached, you can count on my help. Neer has been trying to get me to let her work with my appearance for months now. Maybe I will let her after this? I still don't think a bartender needs to be flawlessly handsome, but I can humor her."
When Ariel mentioned learning more about Argonians, he again appeared a bit surprised. "Also, I have to say it is rare to see an outsider take such interest in us, though I suppose that makes sense if you want to live here. Usually, visitors just learn enough to get by for the week of the festival, then leave. I...don't know that I could be all that helpful if you wanted to learn about the history of Thorn. I know the basics, but I'm not really a scholar. Most of what I know about the city is of a more practical nature, which...I guess would also be useful to you. Anyway, I know a few of the mages at the Meetraxil-Ei-Mnett are pretty enthusiastic about talking on history during the festival, though. No one ever really listens to them, of course, but they try. They like to talk about the ancient Argonian civilization the most, but you might be able to coax some more local history from them. I am curious, though, what has made you so interested in the Argonian people? It is refreshing to see, don't get me wrong, it's just rare."
Meesei eyed Lorag's drink suspiciously. She could easily smell the strength of the alcohol, and he wasn't the type of person that would drink in moderation. He was probably overestimating how much he could drink, which meant that she would have to serve the role of his judgement for him. He was not getting another drink. Turning her attention back to Janius, she guessed by his tone that he was fishing for an embarrassing story. While she certainly had embarrassing childhood tales, this, fortunately, was not one of them. "If you're looking for something to make fun of me with, then you're going to be disappointed. My name is fairly normal for someone in my position. My studies into magic shaped much of my childhood, as well as my name. There are a few translations I could give you, but the closest would be Walks-In-Light, after the light of Aetherius which imparts magicka onto Tamriel. My name merely reflects my status as a mage. Perhaps it would have been different if that other incident would hav-" Meesei began before immediately cutting herself off. She realized she had started to get into a story she did not want to tell, but the damage, she feared, was already done.
Rukeewei was initially surprised at Ariel's sudden enthusiasm, but he found it amusing and returned a chuckle. "Alright, as long as my scales stay firmly attached, you can count on my help. Neer has been trying to get me to let her work with my appearance for months now. Maybe I will let her after this? I still don't think a bartender needs to be flawlessly handsome, but I can humor her."
When Ariel mentioned learning more about Argonians, he again appeared a bit surprised. "Also, I have to say it is rare to see an outsider take such interest in us, though I suppose that makes sense if you want to live here. Usually, visitors just learn enough to get by for the week of the festival, then leave. I...don't know that I could be all that helpful if you wanted to learn about the history of Thorn. I know the basics, but I'm not really a scholar. Most of what I know about the city is of a more practical nature, which...I guess would also be useful to you. Anyway, I know a few of the mages at the Meetraxil-Ei-Mnett are pretty enthusiastic about talking on history during the festival, though. No one ever really listens to them, of course, but they try. They like to talk about the ancient Argonian civilization the most, but you might be able to coax some more local history from them. I am curious, though, what has made you so interested in the Argonian people? It is refreshing to see, don't get me wrong, it's just rare."
Meesei eyed Lorag's drink suspiciously. She could easily smell the strength of the alcohol, and he wasn't the type of person that would drink in moderation. He was probably overestimating how much he could drink, which meant that she would have to serve the role of his judgement for him. He was not getting another drink. Turning her attention back to Janius, she guessed by his tone that he was fishing for an embarrassing story. While she certainly had embarrassing childhood tales, this, fortunately, was not one of them. "If you're looking for something to make fun of me with, then you're going to be disappointed. My name is fairly normal for someone in my position. My studies into magic shaped much of my childhood, as well as my name. There are a few translations I could give you, but the closest would be Walks-In-Light, after the light of Aetherius which imparts magicka onto Tamriel. My name merely reflects my status as a mage. Perhaps it would have been different if that other incident would hav-" Meesei began before immediately cutting herself off. She realized she had started to get into a story she did not want to tell, but the damage, she feared, was already done.
Ssarak could not admit that he entirely understood what happened over the course of the next few minutes. At first, it seemed like demons were raising from the dead while the air became difficult and painful to breathe. It looked like the fight was lost, but then, as quickly as they had risen, the demons spontaneously exploded and the air returned to its normal state. With Satori as an organizing force, the guards overcame their confusion and pushed back against the demons that were already trying to return from the Inferno. Ssarak, Meirin, and Leith joined in the offensive as well, with Ssarak foregoing any physical combat in favor of closely examining enemy movements and providing useful tactical information.
It was not long before they had cleared the way to the infirmary. With access to those supplies and healers, the wounded in the dining hall would stand a much better chance of recovering. For all intents and purposes, unless something else catastrophic happened, the battle seemed to be over. There were almost certainly stragglers hidden in the college, but the guards were in much better shape to deal with them than Ssarak was.
Ssarak returned his axe to its place on his back and leaned himself against a wall outside the infirmary. With the chaos and excitement of the battle essentially over, he could feel the pain in his chest more clearly with each breath. It wasn't what he would associate with a broken rib, but it was almost certainly fractured. Overall, though, he was not worried about his health, but rather what this attack would mean for the college. He would recover, but from his perspective, the future of the college was less certain. How many students had survived the attack? How much would it cost to rebuild? Was the college even capable of continuing? Even more concerning was the source of the attack itself. An immense amount of power had been directed at the college, and while it had survived, how close had they been to death? The inferno had nearly manifested in the college twice during the attack. Had either succeeded, what hope of survival would there have been for himself, and his friends?
"So...it's over, then." Ssarak said, looking to Meirin and Leith with a pained expression, not because of his injuries, but because of the realization of the danger they were in, and were likely going to continue to be in as long as they remained with the college.
It was not long before they had cleared the way to the infirmary. With access to those supplies and healers, the wounded in the dining hall would stand a much better chance of recovering. For all intents and purposes, unless something else catastrophic happened, the battle seemed to be over. There were almost certainly stragglers hidden in the college, but the guards were in much better shape to deal with them than Ssarak was.
Ssarak returned his axe to its place on his back and leaned himself against a wall outside the infirmary. With the chaos and excitement of the battle essentially over, he could feel the pain in his chest more clearly with each breath. It wasn't what he would associate with a broken rib, but it was almost certainly fractured. Overall, though, he was not worried about his health, but rather what this attack would mean for the college. He would recover, but from his perspective, the future of the college was less certain. How many students had survived the attack? How much would it cost to rebuild? Was the college even capable of continuing? Even more concerning was the source of the attack itself. An immense amount of power had been directed at the college, and while it had survived, how close had they been to death? The inferno had nearly manifested in the college twice during the attack. Had either succeeded, what hope of survival would there have been for himself, and his friends?
"So...it's over, then." Ssarak said, looking to Meirin and Leith with a pained expression, not because of his injuries, but because of the realization of the danger they were in, and were likely going to continue to be in as long as they remained with the college.
Rukeewei gave a satisfied smile. "Ah, it's pretty much just what I thought, then. In Neer's business, appearances are everything, and she has that down to, well, an art. If you can make what she wants, not only would it give you a business, but it would help hers as well. She doesn't normally work with body paint, but she is basically an artist with her work. I'm sure she could create some impressive designs with what you're offering to make. As for me, well, helping out would help Neer, and it could help you get started, so..." Rukeewei said, pausing a moment as he ran some final thoughts through his head. "...why not? I'm sure Neer will share, and it is always nice to help others."
As Meesei sat down at the table, Lorag returned and gave Janius his drink before taking a seat himself. "Eh, just some warning about caution and all that. Now, to see how strong this stuff actually is." He said as he took a drink. For all his pride, he had to admit that the strength of the drink was at the upper limits of what he could handle at once...not aloud, of course. Even he would be taking this one a bit slow.
Meesei looked to Janius and gave a slight nod. She never had any particular desire to use the translation of her name, as her Jel name was much shorter, and easy enough for non-Argonians to pronounce. Still, it could be translated. "Yes, like most Argonian names, it has a meaning relating to my childhood personality and actions, and that can be translated."
Once she was in their room, Ahnasha removed and tossed her dress carelessly across the room. It wasn't as if she would need it for too much longer anyway. There was another bed in the room, but she decided just to lay down next to Fendros and stretch out her sore muscles. "Yeah, well you're not going to see me complaining about that. It has been years since I have been in a bed like this. Normally I wouldn't care, but anything that will take the weight off my joints is a good thing to me."
As was so often the case recently, Ahnasha's mind couldn't help but to turn to their child, especially now that she had the chance to talk in private with Fendros. "You know, I mentioned before that our child could be a Senche, Cathay, or Cathay-raht. I should mention that Cathay-raht is probably the most likely of those. Meesei and I worked out the most likely span of time in which the child will be born, and it would be a Cathay-raht during most of those days. For a Senche, both moons need to be full, and for a Cathay, Secunda needs to be full, while Masser is waning. Once both start to wane, it will be a Cathay-raht. Since full moons last for only about three days, most of those days fall during a time where both are waning. A Cathay-raht would look pretty much like me in form, but would eventually grow much larger and stronger than either of us. A Cathay would be the same way, but not to as much of an extent."
As Meesei sat down at the table, Lorag returned and gave Janius his drink before taking a seat himself. "Eh, just some warning about caution and all that. Now, to see how strong this stuff actually is." He said as he took a drink. For all his pride, he had to admit that the strength of the drink was at the upper limits of what he could handle at once...not aloud, of course. Even he would be taking this one a bit slow.
Meesei looked to Janius and gave a slight nod. She never had any particular desire to use the translation of her name, as her Jel name was much shorter, and easy enough for non-Argonians to pronounce. Still, it could be translated. "Yes, like most Argonian names, it has a meaning relating to my childhood personality and actions, and that can be translated."
Once she was in their room, Ahnasha removed and tossed her dress carelessly across the room. It wasn't as if she would need it for too much longer anyway. There was another bed in the room, but she decided just to lay down next to Fendros and stretch out her sore muscles. "Yeah, well you're not going to see me complaining about that. It has been years since I have been in a bed like this. Normally I wouldn't care, but anything that will take the weight off my joints is a good thing to me."
As was so often the case recently, Ahnasha's mind couldn't help but to turn to their child, especially now that she had the chance to talk in private with Fendros. "You know, I mentioned before that our child could be a Senche, Cathay, or Cathay-raht. I should mention that Cathay-raht is probably the most likely of those. Meesei and I worked out the most likely span of time in which the child will be born, and it would be a Cathay-raht during most of those days. For a Senche, both moons need to be full, and for a Cathay, Secunda needs to be full, while Masser is waning. Once both start to wane, it will be a Cathay-raht. Since full moons last for only about three days, most of those days fall during a time where both are waning. A Cathay-raht would look pretty much like me in form, but would eventually grow much larger and stronger than either of us. A Cathay would be the same way, but not to as much of an extent."
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