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Janius wears armor, right?
As requested, I edited on your response, as well as mine.
Kaleeth face lit up upon Janius' response. Her Argonian version of a smile showed that she couldn't have been in a better mood. "Thanksss you very much. I am...egg-sight-ed to hunt with you. I learn hunting for years. I am almost full hunter by now. I been using bow and...and, what is word for...long sharp pole? Sorry, I am not very good at Cyrodilic. I should learn more. You being nice to me. Very nice Imperial, not like Master-Hunter saysss. I like talking to you." She said before giving a light chuckle. "Even if I almost certainly sound like an unlearned hatchling." She added to herself in Jel.
No one immediately gave a response to Fendros, instead returning only silence Julneen glanced awkwardly towards one of the villagers near him, then looked hesitantly back to Fendros. "Who said this to him, precisely?" He asked.
Lorag gave a chuckle at the two boys' argument, even if he couldn't understand any of it; it wasn't as if Meesei was going to translate it. Their tone alone was enough for him to get the gist of what was going on. Growing up, he didn't have any brothers to argue with, but he made up for it picking fights with other children around the city. It would have been entertaining to see a scuffle between them, but one of the villagers shut them down before it got that far.
"It's always best to hunt in a group." Lorag responded once they got back to asking questions. "Some beasts out there are tough enough to take off your head in a single swipe, or punch through the toughest of metals. There's no shame in relying on others for help in a fight, and don't let anyone tell you otherwise. Now, that don't mean I haven't taken down some tough beasts all by my lonesome. That's just 'cause I didn't have a choice, though, and I have the scars to show for it." Before joining the pack, Lorag's opinion on fighting in groups would have pretty much been the exact opposite, but the pack mentality, along with his time in the Legion, had reversed his old lone wolf mindset.
No one immediately gave a response to Fendros, instead returning only silence Julneen glanced awkwardly towards one of the villagers near him, then looked hesitantly back to Fendros. "Who said this to him, precisely?" He asked.
Lorag gave a chuckle at the two boys' argument, even if he couldn't understand any of it; it wasn't as if Meesei was going to translate it. Their tone alone was enough for him to get the gist of what was going on. Growing up, he didn't have any brothers to argue with, but he made up for it picking fights with other children around the city. It would have been entertaining to see a scuffle between them, but one of the villagers shut them down before it got that far.
"It's always best to hunt in a group." Lorag responded once they got back to asking questions. "Some beasts out there are tough enough to take off your head in a single swipe, or punch through the toughest of metals. There's no shame in relying on others for help in a fight, and don't let anyone tell you otherwise. Now, that don't mean I haven't taken down some tough beasts all by my lonesome. That's just 'cause I didn't have a choice, though, and I have the scars to show for it." Before joining the pack, Lorag's opinion on fighting in groups would have pretty much been the exact opposite, but the pack mentality, along with his time in the Legion, had reversed his old lone wolf mindset.
I looked it up a while back, but I'll need to refresh myself. You can give a smaller post with Serge if you like, there is no issue with it. Or send me his response. Either way, I'll need to figure all the positions out again.
Well, I'm still not entirely sure what role would be most suitable for Sarel. What kind of role do you think would best suit him?
"I have kept all of your qualifications in mind for the positions I though of for each of you. There are some jobs that there are multiple good candidates for, and others that none of you will probably be good for. Still, we'll make due with what we have. As long as you all can act cohesively, this ship will run just fine. There are still a few that need to get their lazy tails over here, but for now, I might as well start with some of the more certain positions." Sharee said, standing up from her chair and walking over to Serge, snapping her fingers in front of him to grab his attention.
"I got one for you, ladies-man." She said sarcastically. "The position of quartermaster is the highest ranking on the ship, apart from me. In that role, you're pretty much in charge of taking care of the crew. Your job would be to keep everyone working well together. You have to deal with all their problems, and you'll inevitably end up with both their praises and complaints. Depending on how good you are at it, they'll either love you, or want to have you hanged. It's a lot of work, but you're trained, disciplined, and overall qualified. You accept the role and you'll be second in command of the men and women of this crew, as long as you can stop staring at their tails long enough to do it. So, will you take it?"
"That's quite the honor, Captain." Serge responded, "I'll gladly accept." Serge looked over at Noelle again, "You hear that? I'm the quartermaster." The Breton said childishly.
Sarel let an obnoxious laughter slip out. "I've got fifty septims down that he'll be walking the plank in a week. You want in on that Malakaus?"
Serge quickly turned to his friend, falsely incredulous. "Oi, have some respect for your quartermaster! I'll throw you in the brig, and all that." Serge was briefly distracted by the same grapes Sarel was earlier. "We do have a brig, don't we?" Serge asked over his palm-full of grapes.
"If we do, it'll probably see more use as a game parlor than anything else. Jail cells are the only appropriate place to throw dice." Sarel said half jokingly.
"If memory serves me, we do have a room on the bottom deck that can serve that purpose. If we ever take prisoners, or if any of the crew starts causing trouble, that's where they'll go." Sharee commented before looking at Serge with an intimidating glare, one that he wouldn't quite be able to tell if it was serious or joking. "Except you. Since you have all this power, I naturally have to hold you to a higher standard. I'll be keeping a close eye on you. If you start causing trouble, I won't lock you in a cell, I'll lock you up in my quarters for the night, and I promise it won't be nearly as...pleasurable as that would normally entail."
Before Serge could give a response, Sharee turned from him towards Sarel. "Now, as for the next position, you said you know quite a lot about ships and sailing, right Sarel? A fair number of our sailors are good with repairs, but right now, we don't have an officer organizing them. We need a boatswain to be in charge of organizing all the maintenance for the ship. Can you handle that?"
"I got one for you, ladies-man." She said sarcastically. "The position of quartermaster is the highest ranking on the ship, apart from me. In that role, you're pretty much in charge of taking care of the crew. Your job would be to keep everyone working well together. You have to deal with all their problems, and you'll inevitably end up with both their praises and complaints. Depending on how good you are at it, they'll either love you, or want to have you hanged. It's a lot of work, but you're trained, disciplined, and overall qualified. You accept the role and you'll be second in command of the men and women of this crew, as long as you can stop staring at their tails long enough to do it. So, will you take it?"
"That's quite the honor, Captain." Serge responded, "I'll gladly accept." Serge looked over at Noelle again, "You hear that? I'm the quartermaster." The Breton said childishly.
Sarel let an obnoxious laughter slip out. "I've got fifty septims down that he'll be walking the plank in a week. You want in on that Malakaus?"
Serge quickly turned to his friend, falsely incredulous. "Oi, have some respect for your quartermaster! I'll throw you in the brig, and all that." Serge was briefly distracted by the same grapes Sarel was earlier. "We do have a brig, don't we?" Serge asked over his palm-full of grapes.
"If we do, it'll probably see more use as a game parlor than anything else. Jail cells are the only appropriate place to throw dice." Sarel said half jokingly.
"If memory serves me, we do have a room on the bottom deck that can serve that purpose. If we ever take prisoners, or if any of the crew starts causing trouble, that's where they'll go." Sharee commented before looking at Serge with an intimidating glare, one that he wouldn't quite be able to tell if it was serious or joking. "Except you. Since you have all this power, I naturally have to hold you to a higher standard. I'll be keeping a close eye on you. If you start causing trouble, I won't lock you in a cell, I'll lock you up in my quarters for the night, and I promise it won't be nearly as...pleasurable as that would normally entail."
Before Serge could give a response, Sharee turned from him towards Sarel. "Now, as for the next position, you said you know quite a lot about ships and sailing, right Sarel? A fair number of our sailors are good with repairs, but right now, we don't have an officer organizing them. We need a boatswain to be in charge of organizing all the maintenance for the ship. Can you handle that?"
Yeah, I intended to give a chance to post for Nyte, but I understand people can be busy.
Sam grabbed Stevie and gave her a tight hug, holding her close. "We'll figure it out. We've handled everything so far, we'll just have to prepare. This week, we'll do our best to find out how to hold off our wolf forms. Hopefully, we can figure it out enough that we can get through the visit. If not, we'll have to figure something else out. Maybe make a compelling excuse about why it can't happen. I don't know, but we have time, plenty of time to figure it all out. For now...let's just go. We can stop by the store, pick up a few things, then head off into the forest."
"Well, like I said, the biggest thing was the mammoth, but I've killed plenty of other creatures. Ogres, minotaurs, all sorts of things. I think you have ogres here, so you should know what that is. Minotaurs are like ogres, but with the head of a bull...or, well, you probably don't know what that is either. They stand like an ogre, but have giant horns are are smart enough to use clubs, or even hammers. One of those is strong enough to take down any of these houses with just its hands, so obviously, they are tough to kill. Clean strike to the throat will do it just fine, though." Lorag answered. He couldn't say much about the specifics of his hunts without lying, since most of them involved at least one werewolf, but he still didn't mind talking about it.
Kaleeth stared intently at Janius as she concentrated on his words. This time, she got enough of them to figure out what he was saying. "Oh, I, uh...learning. I learning hunting. Learn to feed village, keep family safe. Not easy. Marsh is, marsh is..." She began, trying to think of the right word for what she wanted to say. "...danger-filled. Important job, though. You hunt too, you say? You have job like mine? You...you want hunt with me? Teach me about hunting?"
Some of the villagers thought Sabine's behavior was strange, but at least it helped demonstrate why the pack was even at the village to begin with. "She does not seem well. I have never seen the Hist communicate with a Human before, but I do not doubt that it is possible. The Hist's influence spans all of our world; I do not see why that would not include other races as well. If she is able to pass her trials, I suppose you will see." Julneen commented.
Kaleeth stared intently at Janius as she concentrated on his words. This time, she got enough of them to figure out what he was saying. "Oh, I, uh...learning. I learning hunting. Learn to feed village, keep family safe. Not easy. Marsh is, marsh is..." She began, trying to think of the right word for what she wanted to say. "...danger-filled. Important job, though. You hunt too, you say? You have job like mine? You...you want hunt with me? Teach me about hunting?"
Some of the villagers thought Sabine's behavior was strange, but at least it helped demonstrate why the pack was even at the village to begin with. "She does not seem well. I have never seen the Hist communicate with a Human before, but I do not doubt that it is possible. The Hist's influence spans all of our world; I do not see why that would not include other races as well. If she is able to pass her trials, I suppose you will see." Julneen commented.
Normally, Lorag would want to avoid talking too much to strangers, especially children, but fortunately for the boy, he hit on a topic that Lorag could talk for hours about: his own exploits. "Heh, you want to hear stories about what I've killed? Ever heard of a mammoth? They live up in Skyrim. Tough beasts, bigger than your huts, with thick fur, tough skin, and tusks longer than you are tall. They have trunks, somethin' like a really long nose, that they can swing around with enough force to crush a man. Didn't scare me, though. Took almost a half an hour of fighting to wear it down, but I did. I killed that behemoth and got enough meat to feed a small army." Lorag explained, making sure to leave out the part where he killed it in werewolf form. He was rather enjoying the chance to build up his ego a bit more.
Kaleeth-Rei looked at Janius with a confused expression. He spoke quickly, and it was clear that she did not understand everything he said. She was able to pick out a few parts, however, and one of them made her grin. "I..not understand everything. Sorry. But, you say I am...beautiful woman?" She asked, appearing to be flattered. "You are...beautiful man, too." She said in an attempt to give him a compliment in return, though evidently, she did not know the word "handsome."
"I told you it made sense, Julneen." The woman remarked after Fendros' explanation.
The farmer gave a slight grunt towards her, then went back to speaking to Fendros, being sure to speak slowly enough that his words could be interpreted. "Well, may your time together be sunned and warm. Anyway, you ask about our lives here? There is little more than you see here. We travel across the marsh with the seasons to avoid the rivers' floods, in which we are mostly successful. I am one who tends to our crops. We grow fast-growing plants to supplement the meat from our hunters. They can survive all but the strongest of floods and can keep us fed when beasts prove hard to find. Otherwise, we honor the Hist and give our respect to Sithis. We sometimes have to fight against beast or bandit, but as you can see, none have had the strength to destroy us so far."
Kaleeth-Rei looked at Janius with a confused expression. He spoke quickly, and it was clear that she did not understand everything he said. She was able to pick out a few parts, however, and one of them made her grin. "I..not understand everything. Sorry. But, you say I am...beautiful woman?" She asked, appearing to be flattered. "You are...beautiful man, too." She said in an attempt to give him a compliment in return, though evidently, she did not know the word "handsome."
"I told you it made sense, Julneen." The woman remarked after Fendros' explanation.
The farmer gave a slight grunt towards her, then went back to speaking to Fendros, being sure to speak slowly enough that his words could be interpreted. "Well, may your time together be sunned and warm. Anyway, you ask about our lives here? There is little more than you see here. We travel across the marsh with the seasons to avoid the rivers' floods, in which we are mostly successful. I am one who tends to our crops. We grow fast-growing plants to supplement the meat from our hunters. They can survive all but the strongest of floods and can keep us fed when beasts prove hard to find. Otherwise, we honor the Hist and give our respect to Sithis. We sometimes have to fight against beast or bandit, but as you can see, none have had the strength to destroy us so far."
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