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Do you remember the name of Lorag's Khajiit commander in the Legion. Or where I had him talking about it? I would like to have that name for future reference.
Lorag had a sort of glaze over his eyes and seemed to be having a hard time concentrating. but he heard Janius' question. "Well, uh, my father was a former soldier...and a blacksmith. My mother...was the toughest woman to ever lead the Cheydinhal...the Cheydinhal fighter's guild. I'll give ya two...or three guess on how I got raised. Basic training in the Legion was like...something really easy. My commander made up for that, though. He'd have gotten along with my parents."
Looking down at his mug, Lorag stared at the small amount of alcohol remaining. It was amazingly strong, to the point that even he recognized its potency. He loved it, but...it's effects were not like anything he had before. After an awkward amount of time staring at his mug, he pushed it aside. "I think...I think I'm done drinking."
Meesei's eyes widened in genuine disbelief. She glanced over to Janius, then back to Lorag. "What?"
Looking down at his mug, Lorag stared at the small amount of alcohol remaining. It was amazingly strong, to the point that even he recognized its potency. He loved it, but...it's effects were not like anything he had before. After an awkward amount of time staring at his mug, he pushed it aside. "I think...I think I'm done drinking."
Meesei's eyes widened in genuine disbelief. She glanced over to Janius, then back to Lorag. "What?"
I think I'll have Rukeewei give that explanation over a timeskip, after the conversation between Meesei and Janius.
Ahnasha yawned once more, then turned on her side, put her arm around his waist, and rested her head against his chest. Laying down for a few minutes had made her realize how tired she was, so she reasoned that a nap would probably be a good idea. "I think...a bit of sleep would do me some good. I look forward to after this pregnancy when my body is back to normal, but until then, I think I might have to start taking a few extra naps during the day." She said, breathing out a deep breath and relaxing in Fendros presence. She was silent for a few moments before adding one last thing. "You better not make any cat jokes out of it."
Meesei wasn't at all surprised with Janius' story. He had shared enough similar ones that she had come to expect the kinds of exploits he had back in the Imperial City. She had not shared any of her...similar stories, though she seemed to have far fewer than he did. Most of the embarrassing things that happened to her were far more innocent. Mostly. "Remember, my father was the Treeminder of the village, trained from hatching not only to be a powerful mage, but to be wise as well. But...I didn't say he never yelled at me, never became angry. He did not punish me for accidents, but if I willfully did something wrong, then he made it abundantly clear. His punishments were always different, creative, and certainly...undesirable. There were a few times where I did something wrong without his knowledge, but the fear of him finding out punished me just as badly as if he would have known about it."
Meesei wasn't at all surprised with Janius' story. He had shared enough similar ones that she had come to expect the kinds of exploits he had back in the Imperial City. She had not shared any of her...similar stories, though she seemed to have far fewer than he did. Most of the embarrassing things that happened to her were far more innocent. Mostly. "Remember, my father was the Treeminder of the village, trained from hatching not only to be a powerful mage, but to be wise as well. But...I didn't say he never yelled at me, never became angry. He did not punish me for accidents, but if I willfully did something wrong, then he made it abundantly clear. His punishments were always different, creative, and certainly...undesirable. There were a few times where I did something wrong without his knowledge, but the fear of him finding out punished me just as badly as if he would have known about it."
Ahnasha shook her head. "Not really. I never questioned the legitimacy of him being my father. No, I was too preoccupied being upset with my parents over other things. I was the only Khajiit I knew of without a Khajiit father, so I suppose if I would have been thinking about it too much, I might have come to that conclusion. I really wouldn't have known if it was actually possible. Of course, now I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that it is." Ahnasha said, stretching her arms above her head and letting out a yawn.
Rukeewei smiled. "I'm glad to help. It's fortunate you came here during my shift instead of my brother's. He probably would have been too shy to talk to you about anything except business. That's probably why his wife sent you to me, instead of him. At any rate, do you have any specific questions about the city, or should I just start with the overview? I can tell you who to talk to...and who to avoid. There are a few of those."
Meesei gave a chuckle. "Well, first he put out the fires. That took precedence over pretty much anything else at first. Then, he turned all of my lessons for the next week into safety lessons. He was not a vindictive man, so his response to any accidents I had was always to teach me how not to make the same mistakes again. Given how well-respected and important he was, no one ever questioned him. I could tell some people were upset with me, but they never said anything."
Rukeewei smiled. "I'm glad to help. It's fortunate you came here during my shift instead of my brother's. He probably would have been too shy to talk to you about anything except business. That's probably why his wife sent you to me, instead of him. At any rate, do you have any specific questions about the city, or should I just start with the overview? I can tell you who to talk to...and who to avoid. There are a few of those."
Meesei gave a chuckle. "Well, first he put out the fires. That took precedence over pretty much anything else at first. Then, he turned all of my lessons for the next week into safety lessons. He was not a vindictive man, so his response to any accidents I had was always to teach me how not to make the same mistakes again. Given how well-respected and important he was, no one ever questioned him. I could tell some people were upset with me, but they never said anything."
Ssarak took the potion and eyed it for a few moments. He knew he was hurt, but so too were many others, many worse than himself. He couldn't help but to think that someone else would need it, although potions were less effective than magic healing. Still, looking at Meirin he could tell that she was worried about his health. "I suppose I will drink half of it and save the rest for anyone else who requires it." He said, uncorking the bottle and quickly downing half of its contents.
Once he stored away the remainder of the potion in his satchel, he noticed how shaken up Meirin seemed. Few people could go through such a harrowing experience and emerge without any mental scars. So many had been hurt or wounded during the attack; the bodies of defenseless students still littered the halls. How many of their friends were among the bodies? How many would not recover from their wounds? Understandably, Ssarak was filled with a mix of fear, anxiety, and anger towards the demons. For Meirin, however, there seemed to be something else in her eyes. It reminded Ssarak of himself whenever he thought back on the destruction of his village. Stepping in front of her, he placed a hand on her shoulder to get her attention and looked her in the eyes. Despite the chaos they had been through, he kept his expression calm and resolute. He did not bother to ask her if she was alright, because if his instincts were correct, then he knew she wasn't. Instead, he said what he thought would help him the most were he in her position. "For here, and now, we stopped them. The demons are not taking the college today, and we have a chance to make ourselves better, stronger, so it never happens in the future."
Once he stored away the remainder of the potion in his satchel, he noticed how shaken up Meirin seemed. Few people could go through such a harrowing experience and emerge without any mental scars. So many had been hurt or wounded during the attack; the bodies of defenseless students still littered the halls. How many of their friends were among the bodies? How many would not recover from their wounds? Understandably, Ssarak was filled with a mix of fear, anxiety, and anger towards the demons. For Meirin, however, there seemed to be something else in her eyes. It reminded Ssarak of himself whenever he thought back on the destruction of his village. Stepping in front of her, he placed a hand on her shoulder to get her attention and looked her in the eyes. Despite the chaos they had been through, he kept his expression calm and resolute. He did not bother to ask her if she was alright, because if his instincts were correct, then he knew she wasn't. Instead, he said what he thought would help him the most were he in her position. "For here, and now, we stopped them. The demons are not taking the college today, and we have a chance to make ourselves better, stronger, so it never happens in the future."
"Let's just hope we don't lose control like that one did. If we do...well we better make sure we are near the forest at the time. I would much rather wake up with the blood of a dead animal in my mouth than a dead person." Sam commented. When Stevie stood up, he put away their plates, then followed her into her room. By this point, he was acutely aware of the foul scents in the apartment...as well as on himself. All of that time in the forest had definitely not made him any cleaner. He took a few sniffs of the air. "I definitely think you were right on this place's scent. While I'm buying groceries tomorrow, I'll also pick up some extra cleaning supplies. I'll also get in the shower after you...or maybe I should just join you in this one?" He said with an amused chuckle.
Alright, I'll be responding in a bit, then
"Quite. The Blackwood forest reminds me of stories my parents told me of Black Marsh. I mean, it is right on the border, so the forest isn't too different from the outer marshes. A lot of humans say they don't like marshes like this, but I think it is wonderful." Swims commented as he joined Veria by the river and refilled his waterskin. While she was able to get straight in, he couldn't really do the same thing. Even for an Argonian, swimming in heavy metal armor was not an easy task. He would need to clean his armor eventually, but for the moment, he just wanted to relax. Swims began the long an annoying process of removing his armor piece by piece, undoing each of the straps and placing the pieces somewhere they would not get muddy. Eventually, he got out of his armor and down to his loincloth before finally joining Veria in the water.
Swims dove beneath the surface of the river and looked around for a few moments at all the life around them. His eyes were more well adapted to seeing underwater than a human's, so he could see fairly clearly. There were fish of all types swimming at a safe distance away from them, with kelp and algae growing from the riverbed. His gills meant he could remain under the water indefinitely, but unfortunately, it was not the same for Veria, so he eventually surfaced to talk to her. Swims floated on his back alongside her, then turned his head to her. "You know, I wonder if we should visit Black Marsh eventually? I would love to see the Argonian homeland. It's just that the marsh tends to swallow up ruins, so it is kind of hard for adventurers like us to find our riches there."
Swims dove beneath the surface of the river and looked around for a few moments at all the life around them. His eyes were more well adapted to seeing underwater than a human's, so he could see fairly clearly. There were fish of all types swimming at a safe distance away from them, with kelp and algae growing from the riverbed. His gills meant he could remain under the water indefinitely, but unfortunately, it was not the same for Veria, so he eventually surfaced to talk to her. Swims floated on his back alongside her, then turned his head to her. "You know, I wonder if we should visit Black Marsh eventually? I would love to see the Argonian homeland. It's just that the marsh tends to swallow up ruins, so it is kind of hard for adventurers like us to find our riches there."
Sam nodded. "Definitely, though I hope that werewolf didn't have a pack. It doesn't seem like it did, otherwise it wouldn't have been alone. A pack would probably always hunt together. Also, it seems like werewolves would want to avoid hunting Humans if they wanted to keep their existence secret. Maybe the werewolf that attacked us was crazed or something? Maybe an outcast? In any event, if we ever do find other werewolves, they would certainly be able to help us learn how to keep control. As long as they are friendlier than the one that attacked us, of course."
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