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Sharee was seated at the table in her quarters when Malakaus' men finally entered. Most of them seemed to have an air of nervousness about them, which did make sense, considering their captain called them to meet with her for no obvious reason. There wasn't enough chairs at her table for them all to have a seat, so she did not bother offering.
"Ah, there you all are. Come in, and close the door behind you." She said, giving them a few moments to get settled before continuing. "So, Malakaus has been telling me about you; his "Typhoon Warriors," as he calls you. He said he put you in charge while we were gone, and since the ship is still in one piece and not on fire or something, I'm going to assume you succeeded. Malakaus has told me you do good work, but he has also told me all about your flaws. I want you each to tell me, what are you good at, and what are you not good at. And please...be honest." Sharee requested in a tone that made a polite question seem minorly threatening. So far, she hadn't praised nor berated, so what she was going for in this meeting would not yet be obvious.
"Ah, there you all are. Come in, and close the door behind you." She said, giving them a few moments to get settled before continuing. "So, Malakaus has been telling me about you; his "Typhoon Warriors," as he calls you. He said he put you in charge while we were gone, and since the ship is still in one piece and not on fire or something, I'm going to assume you succeeded. Malakaus has told me you do good work, but he has also told me all about your flaws. I want you each to tell me, what are you good at, and what are you not good at. And please...be honest." Sharee requested in a tone that made a polite question seem minorly threatening. So far, she hadn't praised nor berated, so what she was going for in this meeting would not yet be obvious.
Rareth walked along with Shiva in the direction of their quarters, following the schematics of the vessel she had downloaded to her device. She had been on Rothian military vessels such as this one countless times, though this one was particularly new. The walls were a pristine white color, with a few changes in pattern to prevent it from seeming monotonous. The smooth, flowing architecture was familiar to her, along with the general layout of the vessel.
As they walked, Rareth decided to bring up, in a casual tone, the conversation between her and the Communications Officer. "So, I heard the Comms Officer talking to you about that mark on your head. I assumed it was just a tattoo. What is it about? Does it tell where you are from, or something?" She asked with no particular suspicion in her voice, merely curiosity.
As they walked, Rareth decided to bring up, in a casual tone, the conversation between her and the Communications Officer. "So, I heard the Comms Officer talking to you about that mark on your head. I assumed it was just a tattoo. What is it about? Does it tell where you are from, or something?" She asked with no particular suspicion in her voice, merely curiosity.
I just realized that mutton responded to me. I may respond tonight, if not, then tomorrow.
I'll give some time for the others to have their conversations. Plus, I have some work I need to do.
Rhazii finished nursing, so Ahnasha shifted to focus on rocking him in her arms to lull him to sleep. Some of the techniques they had picked up from those books certainly proved useful, though the environment they were in was drastically different from a city. "Hmm, I'm not certain about feeding him anything but Khajiit milk this early in his life. I would have to check that book again, but I don't think it is good for him. We might still be able to use mine, though it will be...unpleasant to get enough of it to last him a few days." She let out a sigh, then looked down for a moment and rubbed his stomach gently with one finger, causing him to giggle briefly. "Anything for you, little one."
"Anyway, I'll be ready for a fight when it is time. Hopefully, we won't need to, but I've been getting back into practice. Speaking of which, we need to have another session of archery practice for you soon. You're definitely getting there, but there is still more I can teach you." She commented.
Kaleeth nodded along as Janius spoke. "Okay, I'll do my best. I'm...not too sure I understand everything, but I'll do what you say. I just look foward to when I can get rid of this...anger. I don't like being mad at you all for all the small things. Again, I am really sorry for yelling at you yesterday when you stepped on my tail. I know you didn't mean to, I just can't help it."
Meesei approached the pair at the edge of camp, ready to get started. She had discussed beforehand with Janius what they would do for this session and had come up with the current plan. Kaleeth needed to have a lot more conscious control over her beast spirit before she could function in the same way in the pack as the rest did in the beginning. She wouldn't need any more control than well-practiced lycans such as themselves, but she needed to get up to their level. "Alright, I am ready. If Janius hasn't already mentioned it, we will be going through a few exercises after our hunt, but we can get to the details of that later. For now, are you ready to go?"
"Anyway, I'll be ready for a fight when it is time. Hopefully, we won't need to, but I've been getting back into practice. Speaking of which, we need to have another session of archery practice for you soon. You're definitely getting there, but there is still more I can teach you." She commented.
Kaleeth nodded along as Janius spoke. "Okay, I'll do my best. I'm...not too sure I understand everything, but I'll do what you say. I just look foward to when I can get rid of this...anger. I don't like being mad at you all for all the small things. Again, I am really sorry for yelling at you yesterday when you stepped on my tail. I know you didn't mean to, I just can't help it."
Meesei approached the pair at the edge of camp, ready to get started. She had discussed beforehand with Janius what they would do for this session and had come up with the current plan. Kaleeth needed to have a lot more conscious control over her beast spirit before she could function in the same way in the pack as the rest did in the beginning. She wouldn't need any more control than well-practiced lycans such as themselves, but she needed to get up to their level. "Alright, I am ready. If Janius hasn't already mentioned it, we will be going through a few exercises after our hunt, but we can get to the details of that later. For now, are you ready to go?"
Sharee shrugged her shoulders. "Alright, beats swimming back, I guess. I'll be sending some crew members back here to collect the rest of these supplies. You can boss them around once they get here."
Letting Malakaus take the oars, he and Sharee headed along the coast up to the north side of the island, towards Mistral's docks. Sharee had assigned the lookouts to watch for them, so they eventually did spot them alongside the ship. From there, the crew threw down some ropes and helped haul up their rather heavy cargo, then they climbed up themselves.
Sharee was done with the heavy lifting for the night, but she did have a few last orders for Malakaus. "Alright, take those ingots wherever you wanted them, then send up your men to meet me in my cabin. From there, I want you to take some of these men back to the cove to pick up the rest of the supplies. You can stay and help, or come back here as soon as you show them where it is; I don't care, as long as we get those supplies onboard by dawn."
Letting Malakaus take the oars, he and Sharee headed along the coast up to the north side of the island, towards Mistral's docks. Sharee had assigned the lookouts to watch for them, so they eventually did spot them alongside the ship. From there, the crew threw down some ropes and helped haul up their rather heavy cargo, then they climbed up themselves.
Sharee was done with the heavy lifting for the night, but she did have a few last orders for Malakaus. "Alright, take those ingots wherever you wanted them, then send up your men to meet me in my cabin. From there, I want you to take some of these men back to the cove to pick up the rest of the supplies. You can stay and help, or come back here as soon as you show them where it is; I don't care, as long as we get those supplies onboard by dawn."
Ssarak Dyreackthanose
Ssarak was unsure of what to think of Djarkel, based on Meirin's description. He had always heard that the region was somewhat strange, but he had never inquired about the details. The aspect he found distasteful above all others was her mention of constant war. He was not keen on returning himself to a place held by war's deathly grip, but he had little choice. He supposed he should not be surprised; war never changed, and he should not expect it to. Still, by her description, he could respect the people's strength, and Hysteria sounded to be an interesting place. Meirin made it seem as if the people were touched by madness, but for artistic pursuits, at least, madness could be a boon. He looked forward to seeing what strange creations the city might hold.
"Hmm, Djarkel sounds like my own homeland. From what I have heard of the land itself, it is...moderately less desolate than the Scorched Lands, if only because it is difficult to become more barren than a volcanic region with lakes of lava instead of water, whose very air will kill those not adapted to survive there. Both places require profound strength from its people to face the challenges the land presents. It creates a certain kind of...resolve of character among its people, much like yourself. Perhaps I will end up feeling right at home? As for the demons...it is always difficult to say what their motivations might be. They live lives fundamentally unlike our own, in a world as distant from Tien as possible. Still, if I had to hazard a guess, I would suppose their purpose is to harm the college. They have already proven themselves our enemies, but they also have proven that they cannot destroy us in a direct assault. So, the next reasonable step would be to try to weaken us for their next attack. Trade is vital to the success of any settlement, so blocking caravans will, over time, weaken the college's ability to survive." Ssarak reasoned. It was entirely possible that the demons had another motive, but even if they did, their actions would weaken the college's position regardless.
Ssarak was unsure of what to think of Djarkel, based on Meirin's description. He had always heard that the region was somewhat strange, but he had never inquired about the details. The aspect he found distasteful above all others was her mention of constant war. He was not keen on returning himself to a place held by war's deathly grip, but he had little choice. He supposed he should not be surprised; war never changed, and he should not expect it to. Still, by her description, he could respect the people's strength, and Hysteria sounded to be an interesting place. Meirin made it seem as if the people were touched by madness, but for artistic pursuits, at least, madness could be a boon. He looked forward to seeing what strange creations the city might hold.
"Hmm, Djarkel sounds like my own homeland. From what I have heard of the land itself, it is...moderately less desolate than the Scorched Lands, if only because it is difficult to become more barren than a volcanic region with lakes of lava instead of water, whose very air will kill those not adapted to survive there. Both places require profound strength from its people to face the challenges the land presents. It creates a certain kind of...resolve of character among its people, much like yourself. Perhaps I will end up feeling right at home? As for the demons...it is always difficult to say what their motivations might be. They live lives fundamentally unlike our own, in a world as distant from Tien as possible. Still, if I had to hazard a guess, I would suppose their purpose is to harm the college. They have already proven themselves our enemies, but they also have proven that they cannot destroy us in a direct assault. So, the next reasonable step would be to try to weaken us for their next attack. Trade is vital to the success of any settlement, so blocking caravans will, over time, weaken the college's ability to survive." Ssarak reasoned. It was entirely possible that the demons had another motive, but even if they did, their actions would weaken the college's position regardless.
Hirintka could easily pick up on Shiva's discomfort, which he admitted he should have expected. His reaction to her wasn't nearly as hostile as some other members of the Sovereignty might have been, but he couldn't shake having a small level of distrust, even if he was keeping it well hidden. Even so, depending upon her actions in the mission, she could easily gain his trust. "I see, well, I look forward to seeing your skills for myself...or hearing about them, rather." He said with a faint chuckle before taking his leave of her.
Rareth did not immediately approach one of the officers, so she ended up overhearing the conversation between Shiva and Hirintka, which piqued her interest. She had just assumed that the mark on Shiva's forehead was some kind of tattoo; she was unaware that it had actual meaning. It was hard for Rareth to differentiate Masulu facial expressions, but she didn't seem too thrilled to talk about it. Regardless, Rareth was now curious and wouldn't mind learning about that mark. She approached Shiva and motioned towards the exit of the hanger. "Say, do you want to go ahead and get to our rooms? See how they have been situated?" She asked.
Captain Solace did not seem to be bothered by Coin's informality, as his tendency to try and become familiar with his crew usually led to that happening at some point. Nevertheless, he maintained a strong, commanding stature as he spoke to her. "From my understanding, Agent Rareth is your team leader, so you will need to speak to her about your specific role, but the Boundless Light is equipped with a tech and bioanalysis lab. It allows us to properly examine in the field unidentified or fragile lifeforms or pieces of technology. I believe it is often used more for the former purpose, but it is equipped for the latter."
Rareth did not immediately approach one of the officers, so she ended up overhearing the conversation between Shiva and Hirintka, which piqued her interest. She had just assumed that the mark on Shiva's forehead was some kind of tattoo; she was unaware that it had actual meaning. It was hard for Rareth to differentiate Masulu facial expressions, but she didn't seem too thrilled to talk about it. Regardless, Rareth was now curious and wouldn't mind learning about that mark. She approached Shiva and motioned towards the exit of the hanger. "Say, do you want to go ahead and get to our rooms? See how they have been situated?" She asked.
Captain Solace did not seem to be bothered by Coin's informality, as his tendency to try and become familiar with his crew usually led to that happening at some point. Nevertheless, he maintained a strong, commanding stature as he spoke to her. "From my understanding, Agent Rareth is your team leader, so you will need to speak to her about your specific role, but the Boundless Light is equipped with a tech and bioanalysis lab. It allows us to properly examine in the field unidentified or fragile lifeforms or pieces of technology. I believe it is often used more for the former purpose, but it is equipped for the latter."
Meesei could not claim to have all of the answers to her packs concerns, or even a few of them, but she did have some thoughts on how to approach the issue. "I believe we will just need to appeal to their sense of self-interest. If we can make them believe that focusing on Clavicus Vile will benefit them the most, then that is what they will do." She commented. As they lacked any real information on the specific cult they were after, they could not really make any more specific plans until they reached the cult's lair.
The rainy season was nearing its end, so the journey to Gideon was not quite as difficult as the one to Stormhold. They moved much more quickly, but even so, it took several weeks of travel before they started to get close to the city. In that time, Rhazii grew rapidly, moreso than one would expect for a child of another race. Of course, he started out smaller than a human or elven child as well, but now he was just slightly larger than a human child of the same age. It was clear he was becoming a Cathay. Additionally, the patterns in his fur were just starting to form. Like Ahnasha, they consisted of black lines and spots, but they were still too faint for them to tell what they would look like. The only thing Ahnasha was sure of was that Rhazii was difficult to take care of. The books were helpful on giving them techniques to calm him down and keep him happy, but being in the marsh, he was more uncomfortable at all times than the authors of those books expected. The heat and humidity caused him no small measure of discomfort, which passed on Ahnasha. Even so, she was bearing through it. Fendros was of immense help whenever he could be, so she had some time to relax...not that she actually used it for relaxing. Whenever she wasn't taking care of Rhazii, Ahnasha was training. Her bow, acrobatics, magic, swordplay, anything she had been neglecting during her pregnancy, she doubled her efforts on now. With the danger they were going to be stepping into, she would need to be ready.
Similarly, Janius and Meesei had to spend quite a lot of time helping Kaleeth learn to control her beast spirit. A few days after leaving Stormhold, she was once again feeling the urge to turn, as well as some aggression towards other members of the pack. She tried to become closer to the others to lessen her beast spirit's tendency to see them as competitors, but it was difficult to get past her beast spirit's lack of pack instincts. She made sure to transform regularly to mitigate her aggression, but she always felt it creeping up again after a few days. Still, she couldn't deny that she was improving. With luck, and a lot of practice, she would one day be able to gain the same level of control as the others.
As usual, the pack made its camp in the driest place they could find. It would be a few days before they would reach Gideon, but they were drawing near to their destination, or at least they assumed so. Meesei only planned to take them into the city for a few hours so she could ask around about the locations of Xanmeer in the area. Whichever one was most directly east would be their first target. For now, they were all finding some way to pass the time. For Meesei and Janius, they were about to take Kaleeth out for another transformation and training session. As usual, Kaleeth packed away her belongings and walked to the edge of camp with Janius while Meesei readied herself. "What do you plan on trying this time?" She asked. "I'm sorry for biting you last time...but at least I stopped myself from biting too hard. At least I am getting better. Meesei got rid of the scar, right?"
Meanwhile, Ahnasha walked a short distance from the camp to the nearest source of water with Rhazii and Fendros and sat down by the riverbank. She let her feet soak in the water while she nursed Rhazii. She had been given plenty of opportunities to bond with him, but as much as possible, she wanted to give Fendros those chances as well. They were already to the point that he could usually calm him down if he was crying, as long as he wasn't hungry. "So...we're getting close, aren't we. How do you think this is going to go, with this cult I mean. Rhazii obviously can't go anywhere near that cult, but with how dangerous it will be, Meesei can't just afford to leave good fighters behind. That could end up getting someone killed."
The rainy season was nearing its end, so the journey to Gideon was not quite as difficult as the one to Stormhold. They moved much more quickly, but even so, it took several weeks of travel before they started to get close to the city. In that time, Rhazii grew rapidly, moreso than one would expect for a child of another race. Of course, he started out smaller than a human or elven child as well, but now he was just slightly larger than a human child of the same age. It was clear he was becoming a Cathay. Additionally, the patterns in his fur were just starting to form. Like Ahnasha, they consisted of black lines and spots, but they were still too faint for them to tell what they would look like. The only thing Ahnasha was sure of was that Rhazii was difficult to take care of. The books were helpful on giving them techniques to calm him down and keep him happy, but being in the marsh, he was more uncomfortable at all times than the authors of those books expected. The heat and humidity caused him no small measure of discomfort, which passed on Ahnasha. Even so, she was bearing through it. Fendros was of immense help whenever he could be, so she had some time to relax...not that she actually used it for relaxing. Whenever she wasn't taking care of Rhazii, Ahnasha was training. Her bow, acrobatics, magic, swordplay, anything she had been neglecting during her pregnancy, she doubled her efforts on now. With the danger they were going to be stepping into, she would need to be ready.
Similarly, Janius and Meesei had to spend quite a lot of time helping Kaleeth learn to control her beast spirit. A few days after leaving Stormhold, she was once again feeling the urge to turn, as well as some aggression towards other members of the pack. She tried to become closer to the others to lessen her beast spirit's tendency to see them as competitors, but it was difficult to get past her beast spirit's lack of pack instincts. She made sure to transform regularly to mitigate her aggression, but she always felt it creeping up again after a few days. Still, she couldn't deny that she was improving. With luck, and a lot of practice, she would one day be able to gain the same level of control as the others.
As usual, the pack made its camp in the driest place they could find. It would be a few days before they would reach Gideon, but they were drawing near to their destination, or at least they assumed so. Meesei only planned to take them into the city for a few hours so she could ask around about the locations of Xanmeer in the area. Whichever one was most directly east would be their first target. For now, they were all finding some way to pass the time. For Meesei and Janius, they were about to take Kaleeth out for another transformation and training session. As usual, Kaleeth packed away her belongings and walked to the edge of camp with Janius while Meesei readied herself. "What do you plan on trying this time?" She asked. "I'm sorry for biting you last time...but at least I stopped myself from biting too hard. At least I am getting better. Meesei got rid of the scar, right?"
Meanwhile, Ahnasha walked a short distance from the camp to the nearest source of water with Rhazii and Fendros and sat down by the riverbank. She let her feet soak in the water while she nursed Rhazii. She had been given plenty of opportunities to bond with him, but as much as possible, she wanted to give Fendros those chances as well. They were already to the point that he could usually calm him down if he was crying, as long as he wasn't hungry. "So...we're getting close, aren't we. How do you think this is going to go, with this cult I mean. Rhazii obviously can't go anywhere near that cult, but with how dangerous it will be, Meesei can't just afford to leave good fighters behind. That could end up getting someone killed."
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