EliteCommander

Elder Scrolls: Danger of Discovery (EliteCommander and Luna)

Swims grinned when Veria stood up, even more so when she hugged him. "Agreed, most definitely agreed. We might be able to catch something, though we'd have to be pretty lucky. for that. Animals are always so good at running and hiding. I guess we should probably try to learn more about tracking. I didn't really think about that being important before; fighting just seemed more practical."

As much as Swims would have loved to repeat last night's events once more, they really did need to get moving quickly. The pair were hungry now, but it wasn't too unbearable. By the next day, however, that would definitely change. Reluctantly, he stood up and pulled away from her. "I suppose we should get going. Even if we can't kill anything, a nice warm dinner awaits us in Blankenmarch." He said, though not before looking her over from head to toe once more and giving her a satisfied grin. He gathered up his clothes and put on the pieces of his armor one by one. As usual, because of how cumbersome his armor was, it took him longer to get ready than Veria, but nevertheless, it wasn't too long before he was ready to move. He put on the backpack that contained his share of their dwindling supplies and looked at her with an almost enthusiastic smile. "So, ready to go?"

Shadows in the Moonlight

Sam helped to unload a few more things he would need to set up the basics of their campsite, then started setting up the tent while Stevie continued to unload a few of the other things they would need for the day.

"Yeah, I'm...not really sure how to go about starting a transformation at will, honestly. We know a few things that can cause it, but I don't know how we can make it happen on our own, or if that's even possible. Maybe we will have to provoke it every time, or perhaps as we grow more familiar with it, we'll learn how to start it on our own. Either way, we can't forget that's why we're here. We have to figure out how to get some control over this before next week, when our parents arrive." He commented. He was able to get the tent unpacked and mostly put together, but it was the last part anchoring the supporting rods into the ground that always gave him trouble. "Hey, could you hold the other side for a second so I can get this tent pitched?"

Blood Act I: Auxilary Tale - Ssarak's Story (Private Party)

Hey Lucius, do you think we will be able to collab that first post soon?

Elder Scrolls: Danger of Discovery (EliteCommander and Luna)

Swims awoke when the sun's light met his eyes at dawn. It did not seem to matter that they did not have proper bedrolls when he was allowed the comfort of holding Veria in his arms. After a few minutes, he was finally awake enough to slowly sit up and stretch out his muscles, being careful not to awaken Veria. He wanted to let her sleep for a bit longer, as they would need their energy in order to make any real progress. They did not have any food to eat, no way to get any substantial breakfast, but at least Blankenmarch was not far away. They could likely reach it in the next day or two.

Swims was seated on a nearby rock when Veria finally started to stir. He had not yet dressed himself, though he did not feel any particular pressure to do so with Veria. He felt absolutely comfortable around her, more than with anyone else. "Good morning, my love. It looks like it's going to be a nice, clear day for travel. If we move quickly enough, we might even get to Blankenmarch by nightfall."

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Almost immediately after Janius spoke, one of the nearby patrons, another Argonian male, turned his head and looked up at him slightly baring his teeth, indicating that he did indeed speak Cyrodilic. "Who are you calling unsavory, softskin? We're not deaf, ya arrogant...what are you, an Imperial? Typical."

The obviously inebriated man stopped a moment to examine the rest of the pack, which caused him to scoff. "Humans, an Orc, cats, a Dunmer, what is this, some kind of fair? You come into our tavern, walk right up to us and start throwing insults, you better hope you're trying to tell a bad joke."

By this point, the entire table the man was sitting at, as well as a few others from different tables, had their eyes on Janius. One of the man's friends leaned over and nudged his elbow to grab his attention. "Are you really surprised? I'm more impressed that it's not the Dunmer tryin' to dis-respect us this time."

"I guess he's smart enough to keep it to himself. These Imperials aren't known for their smarts. I think they should all get outta here before someone gets hurt." He commented before casting his gaze back on Kaleeth, just as he had when she stepped into the tavern. He gave a grin, then glanced back to his friend beside him. "Except for maybe her, she can stay as lonnng as she wants." He added, generating a laugh from both of them.

While Kaleeth just looked confused, Meesei turned around and let out a sigh. Having just finished paying for their rooms, she did not want to get kicked out of the tavern already. Hopefully, Janius would be able to diffuse this situation.

Elder Scrolls: Terror of the Padomaic

Not sure I understand your pet peeves, but at any rate, I should be able to post soon.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

"Why wouldn't they be friendly?" Kaleeth asked just as the pack entered the inn, though the first glance inside revealed it to be more of a tavern than anything. It was rather crowded, with most of the tables filled along with the bar. The clientele were certainly more rough than they were used to. Most of them looked to be a bit better off than the homeless people they saw squatting in collapsed buildings, but not by much. From their worn, dirty clothes and general demeanor, most of them appeared to be laborers, unskilled workers that would do any job. Without exception, all of the patrons were either drinking, or were already drunk, and one was even openly smoking skooma in the corner. All-in-all, it was not a place that Meesei would normally want to stay, but it was the cheapest option they had. As usual, Meesei was the one who approached the barkeeper, who she assumed also handled rooms.

"What can I get for you?" The barkeeper, a dark blue-scaled Argonian man, asked without giving her a chance to speak.

"Actually, we're not here for drinks, we would like rooms for the night" Meesei answered.

"Wait, rooms? Huh, that's rare. Hold on, how much do those cost again..." He muttered to himself as he reached beneath the counter to grab his ledger.

Kaleeth did not need Janius to answer to tell what he meant. This "tavern" place made her feel uncomfortable. It wasn't so much the crowd, but rather the kind of people in it. Despite what Janius said, she couldn't help but to look at them, and for a few of the Argonian men, she could feel their eyes on her. She didn't like the way they were looking at her and it was starting to make her uncomfortable. It was quite fortunate that she was not in danger of turning at the moment, otherwise she would have been making a break for the door.

The Depths of Deception

I was holding out hope for Leon, but I can move us along.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

The pack followed Meesei along the road the guard had pointed out to her. The district they entered was less crowded than the main road, but it certainly seemed like more of a slum. It was at a slightly lower elevation than the rest of the city, so any runoff in the city ended up flowing through it. As a result, many of the buildings were in varying stages of rot, and some had collapsed altogether. To Ahnasha, the smell was not too pleasant, or at least she hoped it was the city and not Rhazii. Nevertheless, even this part of the city would be less dangerous for the pack than the wilds, as long as they stuck together. If any of them ended up walking through the street alone, however, especially Ahnasha or Sabine, then local thugs might give them trouble, not that they couldn't defend themselves.

"I don't really like pushing Rhazii off on the others but...you are right. It would probably be best to keep him in the inn. Maybe one of us can stay with him and the other can go out with one of the others to a bookstore, or something?" Ahnasha suggested.

Kaleeth became a bit uncomfortable when they stepped off the main road. This area wasn't like the one they entered through, it looked almost...sad. The people were dirty with torn clothes, and a few were looking suspiciously at them when they passed by. She couldn't understand why they would want to live like this, and why this area seemed so downtrodden while the rest of the city looked just fine. Despite her discomfort, she tried to distract herself by continuing her conversation with Janius. "I...think I understand....no, it still doesn't make sense. You can't just...decide that a god is important. If the Elven gods were powerful, then they can't just decide they don't matter anymore. If they just picked eight gods and said they were the important ones...well, just saying it doesn't make it so. A god will be a god no matter what we think. I follow the Hist because I know they are powerful, they are strong. I know they created the Argonians and continue to guide us. I don't follow them because I want them to be strong, I follow them because they are." Kaleeth asserted. To her, the religious politics of Imperial history seemed insane. It was like they were trying to shape their divines to what they wanted, which she could not understand.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Ssarak Dyreackthanose

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The wind gliding across his scales, that burning sensation of the muscles in his back straining to keep him aloft, it all made Ssarak feel that much more alive. After the training session with Alaira, he found little else to do but more training, at least for the moment. It wouldn't be long before he had something much more important to do than the standard training, but that was all the more reason to not waste a moment. For this exercise, he carried as much weight as he could possibly hold while still being able to fly, then maintained it for as long as possible. Doing so strengthened his flight muscles to allow him to both carry more weight, and to be faster in the air when he was flying light. Of course, such an excercise carried with it more danger than most others, and he had earned a fair amount of bruises and scars from making mistakes with it in the past, but he at least tried to maintain a safe altitude.

When he finally landed back in the courtyard, he shed the weights he was carrying and laid down on his back, looking up at the sky. He closed his eyes and allowed a slight grin to come across his face as his body rested. To a perceptive eye, one might notice that Ssarak had changed somewhat subtly. For the majority of his adult life, to describe him as a serious individual would be accurate, and indeed, would still be accurate. The values his clan imparted upon him as a warrior did not involve anything that would consitute an "exciting" social life. He had friends, brothers and sisters in arms that he could talk to and joke with, but he never took levity too far. He was not a man of extremes, in most cases. Instead, he was a researved individual who approached everything in moderation.

At present, most of those descriptions would still hold true. He could tell a joke, but he would not start doing stand-up, he could enjoy music, but he wasn't likely to start dancing. There was a part of him, though, that was becoming more open around people that he was close to, or while alone. His current posture of laying lazily on the ground looking at the clouds certainly did not match the formal attitude he was known for. At the moment, there were plenty of things he needed to do, plenty of things he should do, but what he wanted to do was go find one of his friends, perhaps have a drink, lunch, or just a conversation, and relax his mind.