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Janius did not seem to grasp the importance of their position as Hircine's chosen. While they were certainly going to help in the war through more traditional means, it was how they inspired the other followers of Hircine that would really make a difference. "Janius, we do not always get to choose our allies I need to do what I must to fulfill my responsibilities to Hircine. And besides, it's not even that important to me. There is far more to life than worrying about what to do with your loins, you know? I think that is a lesson you may wish to consider. No offense, but you seem a bit single minded on the issue."
"Alright, do whatever you think'll work. Goodnight." Lorag said with a yawn as he laid back on his pillow. Since he had already been relaxing for a while, it was not long before he fell fully asleep.
Meesei looked to Janius and gave a soft sigh. "Janius, you are absolutely correct. What you said is reasonable, and it makes sense...which is precisely why it would not work. Those who follow Hircine, lycan or otherwise, are people, and people are not reasonable. For everyone that would agree with you, there is another who would not. People do not always think rationally. People will ignore facts and reason that goes against their beliefs, they will make decisions which make no sense and judge others on prejudices that have no basis in reality. For some of them, it will be hard enough for me to gain their respect simply because I am Argonian. That is why, when I am around others who follow Hircine, I have to conform to their ideas of what a Champion of Hircine would be, not only in my mating habits, but in everything I do. I have to be a strong, powerful leader who can command the respect of those around me. No matter how logical your point may be, we will be dealing with people who are illogical. Now, when we are away from other packs, I can drink, dance, and enjoy myself as much as I want, but since I am not willing to risk infecting any non-lycans, it does not seem like I will have the opportunity for...anything else."
Meesei looked to Janius and gave a soft sigh. "Janius, you are absolutely correct. What you said is reasonable, and it makes sense...which is precisely why it would not work. Those who follow Hircine, lycan or otherwise, are people, and people are not reasonable. For everyone that would agree with you, there is another who would not. People do not always think rationally. People will ignore facts and reason that goes against their beliefs, they will make decisions which make no sense and judge others on prejudices that have no basis in reality. For some of them, it will be hard enough for me to gain their respect simply because I am Argonian. That is why, when I am around others who follow Hircine, I have to conform to their ideas of what a Champion of Hircine would be, not only in my mating habits, but in everything I do. I have to be a strong, powerful leader who can command the respect of those around me. No matter how logical your point may be, we will be dealing with people who are illogical. Now, when we are away from other packs, I can drink, dance, and enjoy myself as much as I want, but since I am not willing to risk infecting any non-lycans, it does not seem like I will have the opportunity for...anything else."
Ssarak Dyreackthanose
Ssarak had drank the rest of his potion before going to sleep, hoping that a night's rest under its effects would bring him up to an acceptable state to help with rebuilding. His rest that night had been plagued with nightmares, but nevertheless, he awoke feeling at least marginally better the next morning. He sat up on his bed, yawned, and tried to stretch out his aching muscles. His first impression of how he felt was that he was particularly sore. Looking down at his chest, he saw that his scales were still bruised, but not to the extent as the previous night. The blood had dried, and when he applied pressure to his chest, he no longer felt any sharp pains inside him. It seemed the potion had at least mended his fractured rib. It would take more time for him to get back to normal, but for now, he was fine.
Now that he knew he was fine, there were a thousand other fires in the college he could help put out. Glancing over to the hole between his room and Meirin's, he figured he would make sure she was alright first. She had lost consciousness rather suddenly the previous night, and while she seemed mostly fine, it could not hurt for him to check. "Meirin, are you awake?" He asked through the hole loudly enough for her to hear. Knowing what he knew now about Humans' sense of privacy, he did not want to intrude in her room unless she did not respond for too long.
Dirssi Xhotharanil
Obviously, no one had designated a room for Dirssi amid the chaos the previous night, so she had took an empty one temporarily after reuniting with her guards. Two of her guards had died in the fighting, but the rest were uninjured. The same was not likely true for the students who inhabited the room she had taken, as none of them returned in the night. Dirssi quickly dressed herself after she awoke, not that there was much of anything she could do at a moment to accelerate her goals. She was not stupid enough to believe that the college's leadership would worry about handing over a student, who could possibly be dead, to her after such a devastating attack. As much as she hated it, she knew she would just have to wait until the college calmed down so she could either confirm Ssarak had died, or take him into her custody.
Ssarak had drank the rest of his potion before going to sleep, hoping that a night's rest under its effects would bring him up to an acceptable state to help with rebuilding. His rest that night had been plagued with nightmares, but nevertheless, he awoke feeling at least marginally better the next morning. He sat up on his bed, yawned, and tried to stretch out his aching muscles. His first impression of how he felt was that he was particularly sore. Looking down at his chest, he saw that his scales were still bruised, but not to the extent as the previous night. The blood had dried, and when he applied pressure to his chest, he no longer felt any sharp pains inside him. It seemed the potion had at least mended his fractured rib. It would take more time for him to get back to normal, but for now, he was fine.
Now that he knew he was fine, there were a thousand other fires in the college he could help put out. Glancing over to the hole between his room and Meirin's, he figured he would make sure she was alright first. She had lost consciousness rather suddenly the previous night, and while she seemed mostly fine, it could not hurt for him to check. "Meirin, are you awake?" He asked through the hole loudly enough for her to hear. Knowing what he knew now about Humans' sense of privacy, he did not want to intrude in her room unless she did not respond for too long.
Dirssi Xhotharanil
Obviously, no one had designated a room for Dirssi amid the chaos the previous night, so she had took an empty one temporarily after reuniting with her guards. Two of her guards had died in the fighting, but the rest were uninjured. The same was not likely true for the students who inhabited the room she had taken, as none of them returned in the night. Dirssi quickly dressed herself after she awoke, not that there was much of anything she could do at a moment to accelerate her goals. She was not stupid enough to believe that the college's leadership would worry about handing over a student, who could possibly be dead, to her after such a devastating attack. As much as she hated it, she knew she would just have to wait until the college calmed down so she could either confirm Ssarak had died, or take him into her custody.
Once out of his armor, Swims laid down beside Veria, looking up at the sky along with her. "Yeah, I heard bits and pieces about that. I think some hero came by and stopped him, though. It seems that happens a lot throughout history. An ambitious adventurer comes by and takes on the most fearsome of foes, prevailing against all odds. I wonder if we'll end up being heroes like that? Wouldn't that be something? Two friends from humble beginnings go out into the world and save it from a threat no one else can face; it would be a story for the ages. The only thing that would make it better is if we started out as prisoners or something." He said with a chuckle.
Sam nodded in understanding as he held Stevie close to him, enjoying her presence, but at the same time being frightened about their future. "I know, I wish we never had to take on those forms again. I wish there was a way we could just suppress them and never have to worry about it, but...I doubt that is possible. Like it or not, we're going to have to learn how to stay in control of these beasts. After...what happened a few days ago, there were a few moments just before I transformed back where I gained control of my actions. I could move around the werewolf body just like it was my own, so I know it is possible. We just...we need to figure out how to be able to do that all the time. Even if we can't stop the transformations from happening, we can at least try to stay in control."
Ssarak Dyreackthanose
Since Leith was with Annabeth, Ssarak moved to carry Meirin up to her room. It was probably a mercy that Meirin had fallen asleep when she did, as the walk up to their rooms was not all that pleasant. Guards were still rushing through the halls in teams, attempting to ferret out any demons that remained hiding in the college. More disturbingly, the bodies of students, guards, and other staff who died in the attack were still fresh on the ground. Ssarak tried to keep his eyes off of them as he walked by, but the devastation of the attack was too difficult to ignore. The faces on each of the corpses were like windows into their last moments, moments that were almost exclusively filled with pain or fear. In addition to people, Ssarak had to step over the remnants of golems, gargoyles, and fractured parts of the college's stonework that were damaged in the fight. The architecture of the college was far different than that of the nomadic village he grew up in, but even so the carnage around him brought back his memory of walking through the desolation that had once been his home. It was fortunate that he did not see the corpse of anyone he knew on the way up to his room, as he was not far from breaking down where he stood.
Ssarak did not know if the door to Meirin's room was locked, but with the large hole in the wall between their rooms, that was not really an issue. He carried her into his room, then ducked through the hole in the wall into her room. Meirin shared a room with Aruna, who was not present at the moment. Ssarak hoped she was alive as well, but he would really have no way to know until she returned. Ssarak was unsure of which bed was Meirin's, since they were of similar size, so he simply laid her down on the one that looked most like it belonged to a Human. She still seemed to be in good health, all things considered, so with nothing left for him to do, Ssarak returned through the hole to his own room and sat down on his bed. He took his helmet and placed it on the floor next to his feet, then started to undo the straps on his armor. Removing it was always a long and annoying process, and he was far too exhausted to put too much effort into it, so he lethargically began to remove it piece by piece. When he unstrapped his chestplate and let it fall to the ground, he was able to take in a deep breath, which in turn caused another shooting pain in his chest. The scales on his chest were bruised, bloody, and discolored, but his body was not what pained him the most. In his mind, all he could see was the mangled corpses of his children, the remains of those he loved more than anything in his life. The question of how many of his friends were now dead to this pointless battle still weighed heavily upon his mind. Unlike his village, the college had survived, but it hardly felt like a victory. He stopped for a moment and ran his hands across his snout, letting a few tears escape his eyes.
Since Leith was with Annabeth, Ssarak moved to carry Meirin up to her room. It was probably a mercy that Meirin had fallen asleep when she did, as the walk up to their rooms was not all that pleasant. Guards were still rushing through the halls in teams, attempting to ferret out any demons that remained hiding in the college. More disturbingly, the bodies of students, guards, and other staff who died in the attack were still fresh on the ground. Ssarak tried to keep his eyes off of them as he walked by, but the devastation of the attack was too difficult to ignore. The faces on each of the corpses were like windows into their last moments, moments that were almost exclusively filled with pain or fear. In addition to people, Ssarak had to step over the remnants of golems, gargoyles, and fractured parts of the college's stonework that were damaged in the fight. The architecture of the college was far different than that of the nomadic village he grew up in, but even so the carnage around him brought back his memory of walking through the desolation that had once been his home. It was fortunate that he did not see the corpse of anyone he knew on the way up to his room, as he was not far from breaking down where he stood.
Ssarak did not know if the door to Meirin's room was locked, but with the large hole in the wall between their rooms, that was not really an issue. He carried her into his room, then ducked through the hole in the wall into her room. Meirin shared a room with Aruna, who was not present at the moment. Ssarak hoped she was alive as well, but he would really have no way to know until she returned. Ssarak was unsure of which bed was Meirin's, since they were of similar size, so he simply laid her down on the one that looked most like it belonged to a Human. She still seemed to be in good health, all things considered, so with nothing left for him to do, Ssarak returned through the hole to his own room and sat down on his bed. He took his helmet and placed it on the floor next to his feet, then started to undo the straps on his armor. Removing it was always a long and annoying process, and he was far too exhausted to put too much effort into it, so he lethargically began to remove it piece by piece. When he unstrapped his chestplate and let it fall to the ground, he was able to take in a deep breath, which in turn caused another shooting pain in his chest. The scales on his chest were bruised, bloody, and discolored, but his body was not what pained him the most. In his mind, all he could see was the mangled corpses of his children, the remains of those he loved more than anything in his life. The question of how many of his friends were now dead to this pointless battle still weighed heavily upon his mind. Unlike his village, the college had survived, but it hardly felt like a victory. He stopped for a moment and ran his hands across his snout, letting a few tears escape his eyes.
Lorag did not pay too much attention to Runt entering the room, as her behavior at the moment was normal for her. She scurried off to bed, so Lorag simply continued to talk with Ariel. "Well, I remember you and Runt made those fire salt things that exploded. That was pretty cool looking. If alchemy can do that, then they'd have to make some kind of competition out of it."
Meesei have a chuckle, even as her expression became slightly melancholy. "I think I am going to be left out of a lot of things by the time my life ends. It is fortunate that you will not be under quite the same kind of scrutiny that I will be, else I would have to put a stop to your efforts with the women of other packs. I have been thinking quite a lot recently on how other followers of Hircine will view us. It is unfortunate, really, because the rest of you are overall more important than myself. I may be leading you, but I could accomplish nothing of meaning without all of you. Other followers may recognize that, but..." She began, lifting up her hands and staring at the ring on her finger. She had not even considered removing it since she first slid it onto her finger. "...they will inevitably end up placing more of their focus on the one wearing the Ring. For me to have their respect, I have to be respectable. I have to be cautious about everything I do, at least when I am in the eye of other packs. It would probably be acceptable for me to search for a more permanent mate, but I do not have time for such things now.. Honestly, I have no desire to have a permanent mate at the moment. Perhaps it will be that I will not share a bed with another again for the rest of my life. If that is a sacrifice I have to make for Hircine, then so be it. My responsibilities are far more important."
Meesei have a chuckle, even as her expression became slightly melancholy. "I think I am going to be left out of a lot of things by the time my life ends. It is fortunate that you will not be under quite the same kind of scrutiny that I will be, else I would have to put a stop to your efforts with the women of other packs. I have been thinking quite a lot recently on how other followers of Hircine will view us. It is unfortunate, really, because the rest of you are overall more important than myself. I may be leading you, but I could accomplish nothing of meaning without all of you. Other followers may recognize that, but..." She began, lifting up her hands and staring at the ring on her finger. She had not even considered removing it since she first slid it onto her finger. "...they will inevitably end up placing more of their focus on the one wearing the Ring. For me to have their respect, I have to be respectable. I have to be cautious about everything I do, at least when I am in the eye of other packs. It would probably be acceptable for me to search for a more permanent mate, but I do not have time for such things now.. Honestly, I have no desire to have a permanent mate at the moment. Perhaps it will be that I will not share a bed with another again for the rest of my life. If that is a sacrifice I have to make for Hircine, then so be it. My responsibilities are far more important."
Lorag shrugged his shoulders. "Don't know. It would be pretty satisfying to win one of those things, but really I don't think it'd be a fair fight. I mean, I'm a lycan. I'm a lot stronger than I look...and I look pretty strong. Even your sister could match the strength of your average adult male with the boost her beast blood gives her. Well, maybe not an Orcish male, but...you get the idea. That kind of a difference might draw the wrong kind of attention. I know it'd be a pretty short notice, but are there any things you can enter a potion or something in? Winning a competition like that would probably get your name out there. Or at least get you some worthless prize you can brag about."
Meesei rolled her eyes at Janius. "You know, Janius, I'm not surprised. Every time we put you around a new woman, you end up trying to pursue her. Interestingly, I cannot recall a case where you have succeeded. I'm surprised you haven't started trying to proposition me yet or something. At any rate, I'm not certain on the magic competition. I don't know that I see the point of trying to win some contest against strangers. At the very least, I may learn something through observation if I show up. Perhaps I'll end up finding some reason to join in, though. We shall see."
Meesei rolled her eyes at Janius. "You know, Janius, I'm not surprised. Every time we put you around a new woman, you end up trying to pursue her. Interestingly, I cannot recall a case where you have succeeded. I'm surprised you haven't started trying to proposition me yet or something. At any rate, I'm not certain on the magic competition. I don't know that I see the point of trying to win some contest against strangers. At the very least, I may learn something through observation if I show up. Perhaps I'll end up finding some reason to join in, though. We shall see."
Lorag gave a mix between a laugh and a grunt. "No, but I'll get myself in a drinking competition if I can find one. It would be nice to have a guaranteed win, as long as they didn't mix Argonians into it. Probably wouldn't be fair. What about you? All this festival stuff been getting you to meet people? I think I remember seeing you with that bartender lizard. Or maybe I didn't. I don't know, I drank a lot."
Ahnasha moved closer to Fendros and rested her head on his chest. "I think I'll start small at first, stick with things that are simple and easy. I'll probably be terrible at first, so I would expect some poorly done drawings of you." She said, closing her eyes and letting out a yawn.
"I doubt Thorn is completely free of crime and decay. We haven't seen any yet, but maybe it just hides it better than other cities? Still, as long as Ariel is able to form connections to get supplies for her store, she should be able to settle here. I do find this festival to be interesting, and our dance was rather...entertaining, but honestly, I think it would have been better if we would have arrived at a different time. It would have allowed Ariel to see it in more of a normal state. Still, that is not the situation we are in, so we may as well make the best of what we have. And I suppose the festival may help Ariel to make connections. Is there anything in the festival you are particularly looking forward to? Tomorrow is the day of competition, then beauty, then feasting. I think there are more after that, but I'm not sure what they are. Are there any events or competitions you plan on attending?"
Ahnasha moved closer to Fendros and rested her head on his chest. "I think I'll start small at first, stick with things that are simple and easy. I'll probably be terrible at first, so I would expect some poorly done drawings of you." She said, closing her eyes and letting out a yawn.
"I doubt Thorn is completely free of crime and decay. We haven't seen any yet, but maybe it just hides it better than other cities? Still, as long as Ariel is able to form connections to get supplies for her store, she should be able to settle here. I do find this festival to be interesting, and our dance was rather...entertaining, but honestly, I think it would have been better if we would have arrived at a different time. It would have allowed Ariel to see it in more of a normal state. Still, that is not the situation we are in, so we may as well make the best of what we have. And I suppose the festival may help Ariel to make connections. Is there anything in the festival you are particularly looking forward to? Tomorrow is the day of competition, then beauty, then feasting. I think there are more after that, but I'm not sure what they are. Are there any events or competitions you plan on attending?"
Lorag thought for a moment. This was actually something he had been noticing recently. Runt's behavior now seemed odd, for her at least. For anyone else, it would be perfectly normal. "Actually, now that you mention it, yeah, she's been acting pretty strange. I've noticed her talking more, and she even started playing jokes on Janius. That's something she'd never done before. I don't really know what it means, honestly, Maybe it's from having you around, or maybe just knowing what happened with you a few years ago did something? I don't know, maybe this weird ritual thing Alpha's planning on doing will tell us. I'll be honest, though, I have absolutely no idea what she's going to do. Something with a tree is all I know."
Ahnasha laughed. "Well, you're pretty much obligated to say that, so I wouldn't expect anything less." Closing her eyes, Ahnasha let out a deep breath. This day had served to diminish much of the stress she felt from traveling through the marsh, so she wasn't really worried about growing agitated and snapping at someone for making her angry. Instead, she could just think about what she wanted to do to enjoy herself until it was time to leave. "You know, I think I might actually get some of those painting supplies while I'm here. I'm going to be having even more free time over the next few months, so I'm going to need something to fill the gap. I doubt I'll be able to learn by myself, but I might as well give it a try."
"Hmm, I suppose so. There are groups that are not friendly to outsiders in Black Marsh, but Thorn is a city that is used to visitors. Other races are common here, so I suppose it really is the best option. Lilmoth or Gideon might also work, but this city seems fine." Meesei stopped for a moment. She considered going back to her meditation, but decided that conversation seemed more interesting at the moment. "What about you? Black Marsh is my homeland, but this city is new to me. I still feel like I am out of place here. You have always been closer to cities and civilization than the rest of us, except for perhaps Fendros. I'm curious about how this city compares to the Imperial City, other than the obvious size difference."
Ahnasha laughed. "Well, you're pretty much obligated to say that, so I wouldn't expect anything less." Closing her eyes, Ahnasha let out a deep breath. This day had served to diminish much of the stress she felt from traveling through the marsh, so she wasn't really worried about growing agitated and snapping at someone for making her angry. Instead, she could just think about what she wanted to do to enjoy herself until it was time to leave. "You know, I think I might actually get some of those painting supplies while I'm here. I'm going to be having even more free time over the next few months, so I'm going to need something to fill the gap. I doubt I'll be able to learn by myself, but I might as well give it a try."
"Hmm, I suppose so. There are groups that are not friendly to outsiders in Black Marsh, but Thorn is a city that is used to visitors. Other races are common here, so I suppose it really is the best option. Lilmoth or Gideon might also work, but this city seems fine." Meesei stopped for a moment. She considered going back to her meditation, but decided that conversation seemed more interesting at the moment. "What about you? Black Marsh is my homeland, but this city is new to me. I still feel like I am out of place here. You have always been closer to cities and civilization than the rest of us, except for perhaps Fendros. I'm curious about how this city compares to the Imperial City, other than the obvious size difference."
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