EliteCommander

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Kaleeth looked at Janius curiously, and with a bit of amazement as he started talking about learning to swim. That was a concept she had never even heard of before, so it took her by surprise. She swam over to Janius, with Leaps following close behind her, then resting itself on her shoulder once she stopped. It chirped and raised its nose in the air, seemingly to get closer to the fleshflies flying above them. "Wait, you say you had to...learn to swim? You mean it was not instinct for you? Is that the same for all Humans, or was there something wrong with you? It seems strange that something so useful would not be instinct."

For whatever reason, Leaps held its mouth open while its eyes darted around across its field of view. It looked rather funny for a few moments before it suddenly jumped off of her shoulder at the group of fleshflies. It snapped its jaw closed in midair, but did not seem to get anything more than air before falling back into the water. Undaunted, the wamasu swam back, this time climbing up on Janius' shoulder.

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"The Hist knew my purpose there, so they did 'speak' to me, in a manner of...speaking." Meesei responded. "The Hist often do not communicate plainly in words as we do. For me, they filled my mind with important memories of yours that surrounded the situation, memories that would give me the context to provide advice. Since this ritual was meant for you, they did not commune with me on questions and concerns that I have. I am considering trying to commune with the Hist once more before leaving the marsh. I do not believe they disapprove of my choice to follow Hircine, but I would like to see if I could know for certain. They might even impart wisdom to help me on my path."

The Depths of Deception

The people who are yet to arrive are reganza's and Hailfire's characters, right? Lightbox, if reganza takes too long to respond, you can puppet his character over, so you can post.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Kaleeth lowered her head as she thought back on her brother. It had not been too long since his passing, and it was still difficult to think about. "Oh, well, he was going to be a hunter like me. He was good at it too, much braver than me. He never seemed to be afraid, and he always tried to help me not be afraid, even though he was two years younger than me. He died in his trial though; he picked the same one I did. We don't know exactly what happened, or what killed him. His body was in many pieces when we found it. I...only looked at it once, it was very hard to see his remains like that. He was very friendly and had a lot of friends. He got into trouble a lot, but never anything too bad." She explained. As they reached the swimming hole, Kaleeth removed her loincloth and lowered herself silently into the river. Her somber mood did not last too long, however, as Leaps seemed to find the only logical thing to do once they reached the river was to jump in after her and start to tread water. With its small frame, it was rather amusing to watch, so it once again brought a smile to her face and caused her to laugh.

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"Hmm, yes and no." Meesei responded, stopping to think for a moment on how to phrase her answer. "The ritual of binding is generally reserved for Argonians who are hatched away from the Hist and need to have their soul bound to them. It was not necessary for me to undergo such a ritual, however, I did know what was going to happen, roughy. As Treeminder, I consumed the sap to commune with the HIst many times, for different reasons. I was also trained to perform that very same ritual on others, so I had a good idea of what was going to happen. The Hist do not always go about communing with the one bound to them in the same way, so I did not know that they were going to have you relive your memories, as I would have told you had I known."

The Depths of Deception

The temperature in the lobby was on the low side for what Rothians were used to, but Rareth felt comfortable. She was wearing a white suit with read markings on the shoulders, arms, and thighs. The formalwear was indeed quite nice, but aesthetics was not its only function. The synthetic materials it was made of, which had an almost metallic shine to them, were design to trap in heat in order to help Rothians be comfortable on other, non-Rothian worlds. It worked well enough for Pax, as well as Human settlements, but given the low temperatures the Masulu were accustomed to, a Rothian would need a more specialized set of clothing to be close to comfortable. The same was true in reverse for the Masulu, while the Humans were used to a climate that was at a sort of uncomfortable medium between the two.

After a while, another individual, a Dirophyd, silently took a seat in the lobby. Shortly afterwards, two more individuals, both Masulu in military dress uniforms. This time, one of them decided to strike up a conversation, though the topic of which Rareth did not precisely believe that to be a good idea to talk about in the building's lobby. There were not many people in the room yet, but she knew nothing about the Dirophyd in the corner. "If we are here for the same purpose, it would perhaps not be best to discuss it in a public setting. The meeting I am here to attend is scheduled in two days, is it the same for you?"

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Okay, now that things have started to settle down and I'm starting to do things again, I read back and found the descriptions of the missions. I don't really have a preference as far as the content of the missions, so I think I'll choose based on who is going on which one. Do you happen to have a running tally of the participants on each mission?

As far as my immediate next post, I think Free wanted to do something, so I probably need to speak with you, Free.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Kaleeth scratched her head just as Janius had and looked down at Leaps awkwardly. She had hoped the hatchling would be female, just to make things easier, but that did not appear to be the case. "Well...no, I don't think so. We have kept guar in the village, but we don't neuter them. We...do have many years to figure it out, I guess. Although, it might be easier to do while he is young and not dangerous. I don't think he will like it. Anyway, we do have time."

Meesei released Leaps and allowed him to run back over to Janius. She did not expect that the village would keep the creature, but she supposed stranger things had happened. "At any rate, I am glad to have helped. Perhaps you can figure it out before it gets too old. Is there anything else you need help with?" She asked.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

I probably need to figure out what is going on with this side story thing in the timeskip and around where Ssarak would be right now.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Meesei looked at the wamasu hatchling, which wriggled around in Janius' arms for a few moments before settling down. She was dubious on whether or not it was actually a good idea to try and keep a wamasu, but she did not see any reason why it was not possible. She nodded to him, then reached out and grabbed the small creature in her arms. "I would not say that I know how the average person would be able to tell, but I think I know what I can do."

Meesei rubbed her hand across its back and used her restoration magic to examine its energies. The light and sensations it felt caused its head to perk up and its body to wriggle around, but the calming sensation she gave it caused it to settle down. She couldn't "see" inside of it visually, but rather she had to feel its energy and the certain patterns it had. Males and females of most races and creatures had some differences in their energies, but it was more difficult to determine on animals unless the healer had enough experience with that particular kind of creature. After a few minutes, she was reasonably sure she had reached her conclusion. "I do believe he is male. I do not feel the presence of eggs, or anything else that would indicate it is female. That might present an issue when it reaches adolescence, as they can be aggressive at that age. Wamasu can live a long time, and it takes many years for them to reach that age, but it is still something you would need to deal with. If you wish to keep it, you will need to find a way to remove or disable the...offending organs." She advised.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Meesei was glad that Fendros came along to help Sabine. Certainly, Ariel would probably appreciate the letter being easy to read, even if there were some stray marks and scratched out words. Meesei considered that it might be a good idea for her to join in on the lessons in writing in Cyrodilic, as she was not as comfortable with the language as she would like. Although, it would seem strange for him to be teaching her something for a change.

When Sabine handed Meesei the letter, she carefully folded it into a more compact size and placed it in a pouch near her bedroll. "I definitely believe she will. Unless you need to make some changes, I can keep it safe in my satchel until we reach Stormhold. It is made from the hide of a marsh creature, so it is waterproof. I think Ariel will be happy to hear you are safe, more than anything. That being said, I think receiving word that the ritual helped you will put a smile on her face. If I had to guess, I would say it will be another two or so months before she receives the letter, but I don't think she ever expected to receive frequent letters from us. Our livelyhoods simply do not permit it. I do wonder if we will ever be in a position that we could get a letter back from her? We do not tend to stay in one place for too long, but it might be possible that we will know about our next destination far enough in advanced that she might be able to get a letter in the area before we leave. I suppose we will have to see."

Kaleeth paused in thought for a few moments. With all the worry in her mind, she had not been thinking about what to do to relax. "That...is hard question. There is not a lot to do here that we have not done yet. I don't think I can get potions anymore for a while, it has been getting...suspicious. We have hunted, we have talked, we have ran through the marsh, we have done all sorts of things. Maybe we could just do some of those things again? It has been a few days since we swam, maybe we can take Leaps with us. I am wondering if it can swim? Or maybe we can find Meesei and see if she knows how to figure out if Leaps is a boy or girl?"

Elder Scrolls: Terror of the Padomaic

Sharee listened to the others' suggestions, all the while refining her own plan in her mind. Both of their arguments had merit, but neither really had thought of anything detailed yet. What Sharee had in mind certainly had its risks, but if it panned out how she hoped, it could make their first score considerably easier to take.

"My job isn't to act on faith, and hope, and all that nonsense, my job is to come up with a plan good enough to keep you all alive, and to get us all paid. There are some decent fighters on this ship, but this crew does have its fair share of idiots, at least for now. We need more time for training before I will consider them near as competent as you say. Sarel does have one thing right, though, and that is that we don't have the manpower, or more importantly gold, to get involved with a supplier. Plus, they tend to have more local officials bribed. Taking what we want on the sea is our best bet, and to that end, I have an idea." Sharee responded. She turned towards Kahl and looked at him, sizing him up in her mind. "You, Kahl, you were a slave on that other ship. If you went back there, I'm guessing the captain would either whip you half to death, or just kill you outright. However, if you went back with a bit of a bribe, they might just change their tune. A bribe in the form of, let's say, a full crate of skooma would certainly smooth things over. A crate like that would be worth even more than the life of a slave. Now, if you happened to be on that ship when it left port, you would be in a good position to sabotage their water or ale or whatever with a nice, potent poison. If another ship were to attack when most of the crew was incapacitated or weakened, well, it would be much easier to take, wouldn't it? All we would need to do would be to...acquire a nice enough bribe to send with the cat."