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I'm between classes right now and won't be home until later. You should be able to.
Meesei and Sabine stayed at the pond for some time, swimming and speaking with Weetnam's family, as well as a few other swimmers. After an hour or two, it grew late enough that they got out to dry off, then headed back into the city. Fortunately, the pair faced no trouble on the way back, other than a few stares from a group shady individuals that looked as if they had been in a fight, and lost spectacularly. They all retired to their rooms for the night, with Lorag being sure to inform Meesei of their encounter with the group of thugs. They had not planned on staying in the city for long anyway, so it would be no issue for them to leave early the next day.
It had been months since the pack had received any direction from Hircine, but that was to change that night. In his usual manner, he used Meesei's dreams as a medium of communication. Just as last time, she found herself in a vision of his Hunting Grounds. The towering form of the Hunter himself was before her once more, before which she bowed.
"Rise, my Chamption. The glories of your accomplishments have more than earned you the right to stand in my Hunting Grounds." Hircine commanded.
Meesei stood to her feet, but still kept appropriate reverence in her expression. "Thank you, lord Hircine. What task shall my pack perform for you?"
"Your eagerness to serve pleases me, my hound. In the time since your last task, our Vile prey has been moving against me, and I against him. The other Princes have taken notice, and there are few who will remain neutral. Alliances will be formed, rivals will be made. Your task, my hound, is to sway the followers of the lord of brutality, domination, and schemes, Molag Bal." Hircine revealed.
"You...wish to forge an alliance with Molag Bal?" Meesei asked with genuine surprise.
"The Lord of Schemes will form no such alliance...but neither will he align himself with my foe. But he will not refuse to involve himself. His hunger for the souls of mortals will drive his followers to take advantage of this conflict for their own advantage. You, and other packs I command, are to travel to the lairs of Molag Bal's most powerful servants to convince them to focus their scavenging on Clavicus Vile's ilk. How you do so will be by your own judgement." Hircine explained.
Hircine stopped and slammed his spear into the ground. All at once, the landscape around them shifted into one more familiar to her. It was obviously in the swamps of Black Marsh, though she had never been to this particular place before. She could see hints of sunlight shining through the canopy above, but even so it was dark, moreso than was usual for Black Marsh. The land smelled of decay, leaving her with a sense of foreboding. At the center of this place was a ruin of the first Argonian civilization, a xanmeer, though she suspected it was not entirely abandoned.
"You shall go south, to this place. It is a ruin of your people directly east of the settlement you call Gideon. This is where you will find some of the most powerful followers of the Lord of Schemes. Sway them to fight our enemy, or kill them, but do not allow them to hinder our efforts." He commanded.
Despite the daunting nature of the task set before her, Meesei gave no protest. "It shall be done, my lord."
"Indeed. Go with my blessing, my Champion."
As suddenly as it had formed, the vision of the world around her vanished, and Meesei awoke in her room at the inn. A few of the others were awake, with some having their breakfast, but Meesei did not tell the others immediately about their new orders. Instead, she gathered up the remainder of their coin and told the others to be ready to leave after their breakfast. From there, she went out into the market and spent the remainder of their gold to restock their supplies. The next time they wanted to stay in a city, they would need to have hides and other items to trade, but for the moment, they were well-supplied enough to make progress on their journey.
The pack left the inn shortly after Meesei returned with the supplies. She had been reluctant to even attempt to mention their orders while in earshot of any of the townsfolk, but once they left the city by its south road, she was finally confident enough to speak up. "Ah, it should be safe to speak now. We are heading to Gideon, or at least that area. Hircine contacted me in the night and gave us a task. To the east of that city, there is a xanmeer that is serving as the lair of a group of Molag Bal's followers. This war with Vile has attracted the attention of the other Princes, and Hircine wants us to persuade these followers not to attack us. Our lord does not believe that Molag Bal would ever form an alliance with either him or Vile, but his followers will exploit the weaknesses this war gives us. We are to convince them to focus their attention on Vile's followers, or find a way to kill them if we cannot."
It had been months since the pack had received any direction from Hircine, but that was to change that night. In his usual manner, he used Meesei's dreams as a medium of communication. Just as last time, she found herself in a vision of his Hunting Grounds. The towering form of the Hunter himself was before her once more, before which she bowed.
"Rise, my Chamption. The glories of your accomplishments have more than earned you the right to stand in my Hunting Grounds." Hircine commanded.
Meesei stood to her feet, but still kept appropriate reverence in her expression. "Thank you, lord Hircine. What task shall my pack perform for you?"
"Your eagerness to serve pleases me, my hound. In the time since your last task, our Vile prey has been moving against me, and I against him. The other Princes have taken notice, and there are few who will remain neutral. Alliances will be formed, rivals will be made. Your task, my hound, is to sway the followers of the lord of brutality, domination, and schemes, Molag Bal." Hircine revealed.
"You...wish to forge an alliance with Molag Bal?" Meesei asked with genuine surprise.
"The Lord of Schemes will form no such alliance...but neither will he align himself with my foe. But he will not refuse to involve himself. His hunger for the souls of mortals will drive his followers to take advantage of this conflict for their own advantage. You, and other packs I command, are to travel to the lairs of Molag Bal's most powerful servants to convince them to focus their scavenging on Clavicus Vile's ilk. How you do so will be by your own judgement." Hircine explained.
Hircine stopped and slammed his spear into the ground. All at once, the landscape around them shifted into one more familiar to her. It was obviously in the swamps of Black Marsh, though she had never been to this particular place before. She could see hints of sunlight shining through the canopy above, but even so it was dark, moreso than was usual for Black Marsh. The land smelled of decay, leaving her with a sense of foreboding. At the center of this place was a ruin of the first Argonian civilization, a xanmeer, though she suspected it was not entirely abandoned.
"You shall go south, to this place. It is a ruin of your people directly east of the settlement you call Gideon. This is where you will find some of the most powerful followers of the Lord of Schemes. Sway them to fight our enemy, or kill them, but do not allow them to hinder our efforts." He commanded.
Despite the daunting nature of the task set before her, Meesei gave no protest. "It shall be done, my lord."
"Indeed. Go with my blessing, my Champion."
As suddenly as it had formed, the vision of the world around her vanished, and Meesei awoke in her room at the inn. A few of the others were awake, with some having their breakfast, but Meesei did not tell the others immediately about their new orders. Instead, she gathered up the remainder of their coin and told the others to be ready to leave after their breakfast. From there, she went out into the market and spent the remainder of their gold to restock their supplies. The next time they wanted to stay in a city, they would need to have hides and other items to trade, but for the moment, they were well-supplied enough to make progress on their journey.
The pack left the inn shortly after Meesei returned with the supplies. She had been reluctant to even attempt to mention their orders while in earshot of any of the townsfolk, but once they left the city by its south road, she was finally confident enough to speak up. "Ah, it should be safe to speak now. We are heading to Gideon, or at least that area. Hircine contacted me in the night and gave us a task. To the east of that city, there is a xanmeer that is serving as the lair of a group of Molag Bal's followers. This war with Vile has attracted the attention of the other Princes, and Hircine wants us to persuade these followers not to attack us. Our lord does not believe that Molag Bal would ever form an alliance with either him or Vile, but his followers will exploit the weaknesses this war gives us. We are to convince them to focus their attention on Vile's followers, or find a way to kill them if we cannot."
Do you still wish to post, or should I go ahead?
Personally, I find it more interesting when she is more willing to talk and interact with people. The anxiety thing can only really go so far before exhausting the variety. At this point, I see her as more of a blank slate. She could develop in many ways.
If you like, I could write a post to move on, skipping to the next day. It will need to be tomorrow, though, as it is late here.
If you like, I could write a post to move on, skipping to the next day. It will need to be tomorrow, though, as it is late here.
Ahnasha grabbed the book and skimmed through the page Fendros opened it to. It was in Ta'agra, so he undoubtedly had no idea what it said. After a few moments, she determined that it was indeed talking about the right subject, so he had not been swindled. It was obviously written for Khajiit readers, so what it contained was probably not common knowledge to every Khajiit. "Thank you. Now, you said you were attacked? I'm guessing you're okay; it is probably good that Lorag went instead of me. I need to get back into practice when it comes to fighting."
Letting out a sigh, Ahnasha laid down on her back and stared up at the ceiling. "I wonder if this book will tell me how not to get exhausted raising our cub?" She commented.
Meesei was used to answering this question, so she gave no hesitation in her answer, or at least no unintentional hesitation. "It is...difficult to describe the circumstances that allowed me to leave. Suffice to say my path brought me elsewhere. My replacement was a wise and skilled mage, so I have no doubt my clan thrived after I left. Anyway, I have at least some knowledge of all of the "schools" of magic, mostly in Alteration, Restoration, and Destruction, but I did not learn based on the Imperial schools. I think the Imperial ways of teaching magic do make sense to help make the learning easier, but I don't think it makes sense to help develop greater understanding. A Treeminder's education teaches us to teach ourselves. It is harder, and slower, but it makes it easier to see...connections. The schools are helpful, but they are an artificial construct. All magic is intricately woven together. No matter how different it may seem, as forms of magic, at their most basic level, are the same. But...I believe I am rambling. I enjoy sharing my philosophy on magic with others."
Letting out a sigh, Ahnasha laid down on her back and stared up at the ceiling. "I wonder if this book will tell me how not to get exhausted raising our cub?" She commented.
Meesei was used to answering this question, so she gave no hesitation in her answer, or at least no unintentional hesitation. "It is...difficult to describe the circumstances that allowed me to leave. Suffice to say my path brought me elsewhere. My replacement was a wise and skilled mage, so I have no doubt my clan thrived after I left. Anyway, I have at least some knowledge of all of the "schools" of magic, mostly in Alteration, Restoration, and Destruction, but I did not learn based on the Imperial schools. I think the Imperial ways of teaching magic do make sense to help make the learning easier, but I don't think it makes sense to help develop greater understanding. A Treeminder's education teaches us to teach ourselves. It is harder, and slower, but it makes it easier to see...connections. The schools are helpful, but they are an artificial construct. All magic is intricately woven together. No matter how different it may seem, as forms of magic, at their most basic level, are the same. But...I believe I am rambling. I enjoy sharing my philosophy on magic with others."
When Fendros arrived back in the room, Ahnasha was still awake, while Rhazii was wrapped in blankets on the bed, asleep. There was still some noise coming from the main room, but it didn't seem to be bothering him. Still, she felt it best to stay quiet. Fortunately, Fendros seemed to be thinking the same thing. She had packed away her dress and was now seated on the floor near the bed, on a fur blanket. "I see you found some books. Are they what we're looking for?" She whispered.
Meesei was glad to see Sabine found someone to talk to who shared her interests. Since they were talking about something they cared about, it didn't seem like they had any trouble communicating. Meesei leaned back and allowed herself to relax and float on the water's surface. Tricks spoke up shortly afterwards, identifying himself as one of the city guard, or at least that is what she assumed he meant. "I am a mage as well, though I am more dedicated to studying the mysteries of magic. You might call me a...scholar. I was hatched in a village in the swamp. I was one the Treeminder of my clan, but I have since moved on to travel. What aspects of magic most interest you? For myself, it is how magic can shape nature, from the fearsome power of the storm, to the ebbs and flows of the energies of the plants that make up so much of the Marsh."
Meesei was glad to see Sabine found someone to talk to who shared her interests. Since they were talking about something they cared about, it didn't seem like they had any trouble communicating. Meesei leaned back and allowed herself to relax and float on the water's surface. Tricks spoke up shortly afterwards, identifying himself as one of the city guard, or at least that is what she assumed he meant. "I am a mage as well, though I am more dedicated to studying the mysteries of magic. You might call me a...scholar. I was hatched in a village in the swamp. I was one the Treeminder of my clan, but I have since moved on to travel. What aspects of magic most interest you? For myself, it is how magic can shape nature, from the fearsome power of the storm, to the ebbs and flows of the energies of the plants that make up so much of the Marsh."
After they dumped the body near where Lorag knocked out one of the thugs, Lorag took a moment to feel through his pockets for any coin he might have on him. There wasn't much, just a few septims, but it was enough to help him justify buying a drink or two. Lorag had taken a good hit to his stomach, but any bruising was well-hidden, and Fendros externally looked fine as well, so they didn't face much issue getting back. Though there were still a few patrons, the tavern had cleared out somewhat, so there were at least a few free tables. Lorag sat down to catch his breath for a few moments. He had to stop and think for a moment to remember if that was something he always had to do, or if this was a recent development.
One of the men and the child swam away to continue their game, so their corner of the pond started to feel a little less crowded. It seemed the merchant, Weetnam, was the most adept in Cyrodilic, which made sense. The others were more heavily accented and spoke less fluidly, but they seemed understandable, though Tricks didn't seem confident in his ability. "I speak Jel, but Sabine does not at all. It would be easier for her if we could continue in Cyrodilic." She recommended, switching back to Cyrodilic. If not, one of us can interpret."
One of the men and the child swam away to continue their game, so their corner of the pond started to feel a little less crowded. It seemed the merchant, Weetnam, was the most adept in Cyrodilic, which made sense. The others were more heavily accented and spoke less fluidly, but they seemed understandable, though Tricks didn't seem confident in his ability. "I speak Jel, but Sabine does not at all. It would be easier for her if we could continue in Cyrodilic." She recommended, switching back to Cyrodilic. If not, one of us can interpret."
Lorag walked around the body, observing both it and the splatters of blood around it. Technically, they didn't do anything illegal, but it would be a pain to deal with guards. He wasn't really worried about the thugs saying anything to the guards, as their type were generally in the category of "repeat offenders." The authorities would be the last people they would go to. Lorag didn't see anyone around, and if there was anyone hiding that observed the fight, it would be plainly obvious they just defended themselves. The biggest issue would be a guard stumbling upon the body and not knowing what happened.
"Hmm, good question. If these slums are anything like the ones I'm used to, the guards won't care enough to patrol that much. If we hide it, it might take a while before someone finds it. We're not going to be here long, so that seems like a good bet." Lorag suggested.
Meesei dove down under the surface to fully refresh herself in the water. She could see a few groups of Argonians swimming along near the bottom scattered throughout the pond. Generally, Argonians liked to stay submerged while swimming, unless they wanted to talk to someone. She would have stayed under for longer, but she spotted the Argonian family approaching, so she surfaced along with Sabine. Meesei caught the Jel parts of the conversation which Sabine missed and chuckled along with Weetnam. They were indeed more social than Meesei would have expected, but the tendency for Argonians to be reserved around strangers was not an absolute rule.
"My name is Meesei." She said to introduce herself. "We are visitors to Stormhold, passing through on our travels. We were just taking the day to relax. Out of curiosity, is there something you need an alchemist for, or did you just wish to talk?" She asked.
Kaleeth hummed pleasurably when Janius rubbed her stomach. She smiled and allowed her head to lean back against the pillow for a few moments turning her head to Janius. "Not quite." She answered before bringing both of her hands up to the sides of Janius' head. "I remember you once said wolves like having their ears scratched. Would you like that...or maybe just a good kiss on the lips?" Without waiting for an answer, she leaned in and gave him a passionate kiss, only to be interrupted by Leaps pushing in between them. Evidently, he did not like the sudden lack of attention.
"Oh, fine, I'll pay attention to you too, Leaps." Kaleeth laughed before resuming rubbing his stomach. The wamasu rolled over onto his back not unlike a dog, with his eyes closed enjoying his belly rub.
"Hmm, good question. If these slums are anything like the ones I'm used to, the guards won't care enough to patrol that much. If we hide it, it might take a while before someone finds it. We're not going to be here long, so that seems like a good bet." Lorag suggested.
Meesei dove down under the surface to fully refresh herself in the water. She could see a few groups of Argonians swimming along near the bottom scattered throughout the pond. Generally, Argonians liked to stay submerged while swimming, unless they wanted to talk to someone. She would have stayed under for longer, but she spotted the Argonian family approaching, so she surfaced along with Sabine. Meesei caught the Jel parts of the conversation which Sabine missed and chuckled along with Weetnam. They were indeed more social than Meesei would have expected, but the tendency for Argonians to be reserved around strangers was not an absolute rule.
"My name is Meesei." She said to introduce herself. "We are visitors to Stormhold, passing through on our travels. We were just taking the day to relax. Out of curiosity, is there something you need an alchemist for, or did you just wish to talk?" She asked.
Kaleeth hummed pleasurably when Janius rubbed her stomach. She smiled and allowed her head to lean back against the pillow for a few moments turning her head to Janius. "Not quite." She answered before bringing both of her hands up to the sides of Janius' head. "I remember you once said wolves like having their ears scratched. Would you like that...or maybe just a good kiss on the lips?" Without waiting for an answer, she leaned in and gave him a passionate kiss, only to be interrupted by Leaps pushing in between them. Evidently, he did not like the sudden lack of attention.
"Oh, fine, I'll pay attention to you too, Leaps." Kaleeth laughed before resuming rubbing his stomach. The wamasu rolled over onto his back not unlike a dog, with his eyes closed enjoying his belly rub.
I managed to post, but I need to go to bed. Goodnight.
Lorag audibly sighed when the leader came rushing forward. It was like he was trying to get himself killed. While blunt weapons were good against armor, that really didn't matter when he handled the thing like he was trying to swat fleshflies. With the reach on his hammer, it was almost too easy to stop him in his tracks. Lorag swung horizontally and struck him in the abdomen before he could even get close to being in range. The strike caused his upper body to curl forward, allowing Lorag to bring his elbow down on the back of his head. He cried out in pain as he dropped to the ground. He rolled over on his back only to see the head of Lorag's hammer rushing towards his face. He had time only to close his eyes and brace for his doom, but it never came. Instead, the hammer slammed into the ground mere inches from his head, sending a rush of wind brushing against his bruised scales. That was the point of realization, the point where he knew he should be dead.
"This is your one chance, get out of here ya rat." Lorag barked, giving him a good kick in the side to motivate him to get up. He scrambled up onto his hands and knees, then glanced up to Lorag. She stared with his eyes wide for a few moments before shaking himself out of his awe and scurrying away to find the rest of his little gang.
"Hmph, idiots." Lorag grumbled as he put his hammer back into its place on his back. As he did, he glanced over to the corpse of the thug Fendros had been fighting. "Hmm, so you killed him. So, what are you going to do with the body?"
As usual, Meesei remained calm when faced with the orange-scaled Argonian's warning. She finished disrobing and piled her belongings up along with Sabine's, then used the few seconds it took for her to lower herself into the water to formulate her response. "Oh, I would not worry. We have become accustomed to dealing with her level of resistance to the Marsh's diseases. We have taken all appropriate precautions; she is actually quite the alchemist. Thank you for your concern, though. We appreciate it."
Kaleeth and Janius continued with the pattern of making Leaps lie down, then feeding him for a while to try to connect the action with the command. A few times, they tried to just command him without pushing him to lie down, but it never worked. Still, Kaleeth wasn't discouraged. If a wamasu was anything like a guar, it would take a while. Eventually, after they had fed more than enough meat to him, they stopped for the moment. She leaned up against Janius once more, this time holding Leaps in her arms and rubbing his scales. He had been somewhat agitated by their attempts to train him, but he seemed fine now. "I bet he likes to have the scales on his belly rubbed. I do. It is so calming and soothing. I think he needs it after we annoyed him so much.
"This is your one chance, get out of here ya rat." Lorag barked, giving him a good kick in the side to motivate him to get up. He scrambled up onto his hands and knees, then glanced up to Lorag. She stared with his eyes wide for a few moments before shaking himself out of his awe and scurrying away to find the rest of his little gang.
"Hmph, idiots." Lorag grumbled as he put his hammer back into its place on his back. As he did, he glanced over to the corpse of the thug Fendros had been fighting. "Hmm, so you killed him. So, what are you going to do with the body?"
As usual, Meesei remained calm when faced with the orange-scaled Argonian's warning. She finished disrobing and piled her belongings up along with Sabine's, then used the few seconds it took for her to lower herself into the water to formulate her response. "Oh, I would not worry. We have become accustomed to dealing with her level of resistance to the Marsh's diseases. We have taken all appropriate precautions; she is actually quite the alchemist. Thank you for your concern, though. We appreciate it."
Kaleeth and Janius continued with the pattern of making Leaps lie down, then feeding him for a while to try to connect the action with the command. A few times, they tried to just command him without pushing him to lie down, but it never worked. Still, Kaleeth wasn't discouraged. If a wamasu was anything like a guar, it would take a while. Eventually, after they had fed more than enough meat to him, they stopped for the moment. She leaned up against Janius once more, this time holding Leaps in her arms and rubbing his scales. He had been somewhat agitated by their attempts to train him, but he seemed fine now. "I bet he likes to have the scales on his belly rubbed. I do. It is so calming and soothing. I think he needs it after we annoyed him so much.
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