"He was too much of a risk, his reaction was suspicious. As ridiculous as it seems, some bandits actually like the people they work with, and would take offense to us killing them, no matter how much coin we could give them. Would have been nice to have the big cat, but he might have turned on us." Sharee commented to Malakaus and Serge as she started shifting through the crates and barrels. Most of them contained things like dried meats and vegetables, spools of cloth, and other mundane items, which, to be fair, would be quite useful to them. The less food and supplies she had to buy for the ship, the more she could spend on weapons, armor, and other improvements. After they got back tot he ship, she planned on sending out groups to collect the rest of the supplies from the cove, but for now, they just needed to focus on the most valuable items.
As they spread out to search the, rather small, cave, Sharee did not find any more crates of skooma like Noelle, but she did locate a few individual bottles she could add to it. If the Khajiit boy took that crate, and maybe a few pieces of jewelry for good measure, to his former master, Sharee reasoned it would be enough to smooth things over between them, and give Kahl the opportunity to poison his crew. Eventually, she headed outside the cave and started loading some of her more valuable finds onto the rowboat the bandits had tied to the dock. As they no longer had any particular need to sneak around, it would be easier getting back than it was getting there. She leaned back in the boat and relaxed, waiting for the others to finish their search. She made sure to stay on the opposite side of the boat from the oar, as she really didn't feel like being the one rowing.
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Ssarak was deep in his own thoughts for a while, but when he heard Meirin's voice, his expression lit up. He smiled, shifted over to one side of the bench he was on, and moved his tail out of the way. This mission would be the first time in quite a while that he left the college, and despite the danger the would be facing, he couldn't help but to look forward to it, especially since Meirin would be joining as well. He couldn't help but to wonder if it was intentional that they were assigned to the same mission.
"Greetings, Meirin. Here, have a seat." He offered as she approached. "I believe this will be the first time that we have traveled outside the college together, will it not? The city we are traveling to, Hysteria, I believe the name is, I cannot say I know much about it. Indeed, I cannot confess to having much...practical knowledge of many places outside the Scorched Lands. Do you happen to know anything about it, or Djarkel in general?" He asked. In the few years he spent as a mercenary after leaving his homeland, he spent some time in cities, but even so, he always found a way to isolate himself. He did not understand their culture, so he just avoided any contact with others outside of his work. It prevented him from making social mistakes, but it also prevented him from learning from them. He reasoned that their customs would be similar to the college, as he was accustomed to, but he was well-aware that regional customs could vary. This was, of course, assuming the caravan made it to the city safely, as a demon attack could certainly interrupt their travel plans.
Ssarak was deep in his own thoughts for a while, but when he heard Meirin's voice, his expression lit up. He smiled, shifted over to one side of the bench he was on, and moved his tail out of the way. This mission would be the first time in quite a while that he left the college, and despite the danger the would be facing, he couldn't help but to look forward to it, especially since Meirin would be joining as well. He couldn't help but to wonder if it was intentional that they were assigned to the same mission.
"Greetings, Meirin. Here, have a seat." He offered as she approached. "I believe this will be the first time that we have traveled outside the college together, will it not? The city we are traveling to, Hysteria, I believe the name is, I cannot say I know much about it. Indeed, I cannot confess to having much...practical knowledge of many places outside the Scorched Lands. Do you happen to know anything about it, or Djarkel in general?" He asked. In the few years he spent as a mercenary after leaving his homeland, he spent some time in cities, but even so, he always found a way to isolate himself. He did not understand their culture, so he just avoided any contact with others outside of his work. It prevented him from making social mistakes, but it also prevented him from learning from them. He reasoned that their customs would be similar to the college, as he was accustomed to, but he was well-aware that regional customs could vary. This was, of course, assuming the caravan made it to the city safely, as a demon attack could certainly interrupt their travel plans.
The Maintenance Officer, Korak, took the most interest in Opus' comment, given that he was intricately familiar with every aspect of the vessel. As the other officers and members of the team began to exchange introductions and converse, he approached the Dirophyd. "Indeed it is. I have been assigned to this vessel since the day it was built, which was fairly recently, actually. This will be the vessel's first official mission, though as Maintenance Officer, I have overseen all of its stress testing, as well as the shakedown runs of some of its newer systems. I can personally attest to its functionality. Among other things, it has an improved stealth system, so it should be excellent for operating in dangerous regions."
Out of the entire group, Akilah took particular notice of August. She approached with a bit of curiosity, as if she was surprised to see who he was. "Requisitions Officer Akilah bint Fadia al-Harthi, at your service. You...are the Jayrin Augustin, aren't you? I saw your name, but I thought it must be someone else. I did not expect they would select someone so well-known for this mission, though I suppose you are a professional."
Out of the entire group, Akilah took particular notice of August. She approached with a bit of curiosity, as if she was surprised to see who he was. "Requisitions Officer Akilah bint Fadia al-Harthi, at your service. You...are the Jayrin Augustin, aren't you? I saw your name, but I thought it must be someone else. I did not expect they would select someone so well-known for this mission, though I suppose you are a professional."
Malakaus was quick to charge in, and even quicker to get into the fight. By the time they had finished off the wounded bandits he charged past, he had the Cathay-raht in a precarious position. She heard the offer Malakaus made as they entered the room. She watched the Khajiit's reaction carefully as more of the team came into the chamber, thoroughly outnumbering him.
"Join you? You just killed all..." The Cathay-raht began, but he paused as his eyes drifted over each of his armed foes before him. "Actually, that speaks volumes of you. Khajiit is not going to die over nothing, and he recognizes strength when he sees it. This one...will join you."
Sharee sheathed the dagger in her left hand and started to walk past him, giving him a pat on the shoulder as she moved past. "Good, that is good. I like finding sensible people for my crew, people who will cooperate." As she walked behind him, he turned to face her. She seemed more interested in examining the crates of supplies in the back of the room, however, so he turned back to speak to the Orc.
"A crew? So you have a ship, then? Khajiit has never worked aboard a ship before, but he can..." The Khajiit began, but he was suddenly and violently interrupted when Sharee's cutlass impaled him through his chest, stabbing precisely through his heart. In the last moments of his life, he looked down at the blood-soaked blade in shock. "You...lying..."
Sharee pulled her blade from his body and kicked the corpse to the ground. "There we go, last threat eliminated. Now, let's see if we can find enough skooma in these supplies to fill a crate." She ordered as she sheathed her blade, acting as if nothing was wrong.
"Join you? You just killed all..." The Cathay-raht began, but he paused as his eyes drifted over each of his armed foes before him. "Actually, that speaks volumes of you. Khajiit is not going to die over nothing, and he recognizes strength when he sees it. This one...will join you."
Sharee sheathed the dagger in her left hand and started to walk past him, giving him a pat on the shoulder as she moved past. "Good, that is good. I like finding sensible people for my crew, people who will cooperate." As she walked behind him, he turned to face her. She seemed more interested in examining the crates of supplies in the back of the room, however, so he turned back to speak to the Orc.
"A crew? So you have a ship, then? Khajiit has never worked aboard a ship before, but he can..." The Khajiit began, but he was suddenly and violently interrupted when Sharee's cutlass impaled him through his chest, stabbing precisely through his heart. In the last moments of his life, he looked down at the blood-soaked blade in shock. "You...lying..."
Sharee pulled her blade from his body and kicked the corpse to the ground. "There we go, last threat eliminated. Now, let's see if we can find enough skooma in these supplies to fill a crate." She ordered as she sheathed her blade, acting as if nothing was wrong.
I was just about to write something, actually. Should be interesting.
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."
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