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Being undead, I would say so.
Sabine's words caused a dark smile to form on Vinaremo's face, as well as an audible sigh from the Argonian behind him. "You had to tempt him." He muttered under his breath.
Vinaremo took a few steps forward a bit closer than was comfortable to Sabine, then leaned down with an expression that was both confident and threatening. "Oh, a challenge is it? And what, may I ask, will I get out of this challenge? What wager would you make on your...assessment of my abilities, hmm? Perhaps something valuable to you, or better yet, something valuable to me. Perhaps you would like to be the subject of one of my exciting experiments, or pledge a day of servitude to me? The possibilities are endless. I suppose you could also ask for something in the event that I...fail." The Altmer said with an almost menacing laugh. As if Meesei needed any more of a reason to despise him, she was almost ready to strike out at him if he laid a hand on Sabine. Since he was just talking for the moment, however, she stayed her hand, even if magicka was coursing through it.
Vinaremo took a few steps forward a bit closer than was comfortable to Sabine, then leaned down with an expression that was both confident and threatening. "Oh, a challenge is it? And what, may I ask, will I get out of this challenge? What wager would you make on your...assessment of my abilities, hmm? Perhaps something valuable to you, or better yet, something valuable to me. Perhaps you would like to be the subject of one of my exciting experiments, or pledge a day of servitude to me? The possibilities are endless. I suppose you could also ask for something in the event that I...fail." The Altmer said with an almost menacing laugh. As if Meesei needed any more of a reason to despise him, she was almost ready to strike out at him if he laid a hand on Sabine. Since he was just talking for the moment, however, she stayed her hand, even if magicka was coursing through it.
Though her mood did not change, Kaleeth did nevertheless concede to follow along with Meesei and Sabine. She seemed to sulk behind them, speaking to no one with her head hung low. Every time she caught one of the cultists looking at her, she felt a bit more afraid. This was not a place she had ever wanted to end up. Her curiosity for the old Argonian catacombs was far exceeded by the fear she felt for her own life. There were so many of these cultists, and by the way that most of them were acting, they did not like that the pack was there.
Meesei too felt the judging stares of the cultists as they explored. If nothing else, they looked down on the pack as lesser beings, or perhaps potential subjects for their profane experiments. Nevertheless, they were not disturbed by anything more than glares as they explored the halls of this subterranean castle. At first, they searched for places that would be important to them during their stay, namely the dining room and kitchen. As long as the pack was eating the same food as the mortal members of the cult, Meesei would feel reasonably safe partaking in the cult's meals. After moving on from the dining room, they eventually found what looked like a training room. It was in one of the larger chambers they had seen. Most of the room was dedicated to magical training, with soul gems powering magic wards that mages could practice breaking, while some simply practiced on each other. More disturbingly, there were also literal piles of corpses, some mortal, some simple creatures, presumably that necromancers could practice their skills on. Meesei was at least somewhat impressed that they had managed to find a way to keep the bodies from producing any kind of odor. Additionally, there was a smaller section of the room dedicated to the practice of martial combat, but it seemed to be receiving less use.
As they were about to leave the training room, they found the exit blocked by about the last person Meesei wanted to see. Evidently, the group with Janius had returned, as the vampiric Altmer, Vinaremo, had made his way to the training room as well. With him was the same Argonian he had been speaking to when they first saw him, though he was leaned up against a wall near the door, not nearly as interested in Meesei and the others as the Altmer seemed to be.
"Well, look who it is, the leader of Hircine's mongrels. Come to catch a glimpse real mages as work, have you? Are you hoping some of our skill will rub off on you?" Vinaremo taunted. Even the Altmer's Argonian friend rolled his eyes at the comment, muttering his annoyance under his breath. It seemed like more than just the pack acknowledged how arrogant the Altmer was; perhaps some of them were a bit more reasonable than appearances would suggest?
Meesei too felt the judging stares of the cultists as they explored. If nothing else, they looked down on the pack as lesser beings, or perhaps potential subjects for their profane experiments. Nevertheless, they were not disturbed by anything more than glares as they explored the halls of this subterranean castle. At first, they searched for places that would be important to them during their stay, namely the dining room and kitchen. As long as the pack was eating the same food as the mortal members of the cult, Meesei would feel reasonably safe partaking in the cult's meals. After moving on from the dining room, they eventually found what looked like a training room. It was in one of the larger chambers they had seen. Most of the room was dedicated to magical training, with soul gems powering magic wards that mages could practice breaking, while some simply practiced on each other. More disturbingly, there were also literal piles of corpses, some mortal, some simple creatures, presumably that necromancers could practice their skills on. Meesei was at least somewhat impressed that they had managed to find a way to keep the bodies from producing any kind of odor. Additionally, there was a smaller section of the room dedicated to the practice of martial combat, but it seemed to be receiving less use.
As they were about to leave the training room, they found the exit blocked by about the last person Meesei wanted to see. Evidently, the group with Janius had returned, as the vampiric Altmer, Vinaremo, had made his way to the training room as well. With him was the same Argonian he had been speaking to when they first saw him, though he was leaned up against a wall near the door, not nearly as interested in Meesei and the others as the Altmer seemed to be.
"Well, look who it is, the leader of Hircine's mongrels. Come to catch a glimpse real mages as work, have you? Are you hoping some of our skill will rub off on you?" Vinaremo taunted. Even the Altmer's Argonian friend rolled his eyes at the comment, muttering his annoyance under his breath. It seemed like more than just the pack acknowledged how arrogant the Altmer was; perhaps some of them were a bit more reasonable than appearances would suggest?
Ssarak Dyreackthanose
Ssarak made full use of the wagon's footholds whenever possible to ease his burden on the journey. Even the most well-conditioned individual would grow tired after long enough of walking in full gear, and they needed to cover as much ground as they could as quickly as possible. Not to mention that each of them needed to be in as good of a condition as possible in the event that they ran across trouble, which, unfortunately, they did as they came across a bridge over a river.
Coming upon the scene of the two duelists, there were countless possibilities that could have brought the two into their confrontation, which is why Ssarak was careful not to guess or speculate on any of them. He intended to make no assumptions based on anything but evidence. He knew that they were engaged in a duel, and that they appeared to be adept in combat. In his mind, he went over the potential advantages and disadvantages they had over the duelists. For himself, he noticed that they seemed to be using strictly blades, which would not piece his armor. It was technically possible for a blade to be forced through gaps in joints, but the overlapping plates Ssarak used did minimize those areas as much as possible, and he was no novice in the use of his armor. That being said, the duelists appeared skilled, and he was not going to make the mistake of underestimating them. Beyond himself, there was Meirin, Darius, and Alaira, all of whom were skilled in their own styles. Of course, the ideal situation for Ssarak would be to avoid entering a fight at all, and instead settle the issue with words alone. Between Darius and Alaira, however, he worried that wouldn't be possible. They did outnumber the pair of duelists, but there were still factors working against them, the largest of which was lack of information. They knew nothing of these duelists' abilities beyond what they could see, and there was always the possibility that it was a ruse, something to draw them out so hidden attackers could strike while they did not expect it. As well, they were obviously far more agile than Ssarak, but as long as he was with his friends and allies, they could make up for his weakness.
Ssarak walked alongside the wagon, fully armed and armored, but did not yet step any further. Instead, he observed from a distance, intending to plan with the others. "What approach do you all believe would be best. I would like to avoid a fight, if at all possible. Perhaps we should attempt to speak to them from a distance? They are engaged in combat, so there is a good chance we will not receive a response, but it could be a good opening strategy." He suggested.
Ssarak made full use of the wagon's footholds whenever possible to ease his burden on the journey. Even the most well-conditioned individual would grow tired after long enough of walking in full gear, and they needed to cover as much ground as they could as quickly as possible. Not to mention that each of them needed to be in as good of a condition as possible in the event that they ran across trouble, which, unfortunately, they did as they came across a bridge over a river.
Coming upon the scene of the two duelists, there were countless possibilities that could have brought the two into their confrontation, which is why Ssarak was careful not to guess or speculate on any of them. He intended to make no assumptions based on anything but evidence. He knew that they were engaged in a duel, and that they appeared to be adept in combat. In his mind, he went over the potential advantages and disadvantages they had over the duelists. For himself, he noticed that they seemed to be using strictly blades, which would not piece his armor. It was technically possible for a blade to be forced through gaps in joints, but the overlapping plates Ssarak used did minimize those areas as much as possible, and he was no novice in the use of his armor. That being said, the duelists appeared skilled, and he was not going to make the mistake of underestimating them. Beyond himself, there was Meirin, Darius, and Alaira, all of whom were skilled in their own styles. Of course, the ideal situation for Ssarak would be to avoid entering a fight at all, and instead settle the issue with words alone. Between Darius and Alaira, however, he worried that wouldn't be possible. They did outnumber the pair of duelists, but there were still factors working against them, the largest of which was lack of information. They knew nothing of these duelists' abilities beyond what they could see, and there was always the possibility that it was a ruse, something to draw them out so hidden attackers could strike while they did not expect it. As well, they were obviously far more agile than Ssarak, but as long as he was with his friends and allies, they could make up for his weakness.
Ssarak walked alongside the wagon, fully armed and armored, but did not yet step any further. Instead, he observed from a distance, intending to plan with the others. "What approach do you all believe would be best. I would like to avoid a fight, if at all possible. Perhaps we should attempt to speak to them from a distance? They are engaged in combat, so there is a good chance we will not receive a response, but it could be a good opening strategy." He suggested.
"It likely would be a good idea to have a few of us stay back to defend our escape, in the event that it is discovered." Rareth responded just as Ashley finished up the pre-flight checks. With the ship in perfect condition, they were ready to take off. Ashey announced such to everyone in the hold, then possessed the ship and took off. Once they were out of the hanger, the crew of the Tares'Synkuur, Boundless Light, immediately started preparing the hanger to send out boarders. As soon as their team gave the word, the Boundless would be at the head of the charge to neutralize the threat aboard the station.
"Telmeck, Srath, and Ashley will stay with the Hummingbird to protect it. In the event that it is discovered, we will need to activate the communications jammer immediately. If the force that locates the ship is too large, the Hummingbird may be forced to leave the station, which means we would have to survive until the fleet arrives to attack the station. As for the rest of us, as long as we can evade or eliminate any rebel patrols before our position can be reported, then we will be fine." Rareth commented.
With the IFF transmitter given to them by the creators of the station, the Hummingbird was able to move within the station's sensor range without being noticed by the rebels. They kept up a steady trajectory and speed, approaching from well-below the station, partially within the planet's atmosphere, to keep them hidden on the off-chance that one of the rebels onboard the station looked out of a window once they were close enough to see visually. Once they were directly beneath the station, brought them closer to the station at an angle at which they could not easily be detected in any form. They were well-within the range of the station's automated defenses, so there was now no question that the IFF transmitter was working as intended.
As planned, Ashley brought the ship quietly into one of the unused hangers near the bottom of the station. It was a small landing bay designed for dropships that was filled haphazardly with old, dusty crates, so there was scarcely enough room for the ship to land. Even being as talented of a pilot as she was, Ashley still had to crush a few of the crates when the vessel landed. Once stationary, Ashley wasted no time in lowering the ramp for the team to exit.
After Telmeck and Srath left the ship to establish somewhat of a perimeter, Rareth stepped down the loading ramp with her pistol in one hand, and blade in the other. By the looks of things, this hanger had been out of use well before the rebels had even arrived. Judging by the schematics of the station, it was far removed from the high traffic areas. That meant they would have to travel farther to get anywhere important, but at least it would reduce the odds of their ship being discovered.
"Looks clear for the moment.' Rareth said through the team's comms. "Shuo, since you have that neural link, have one or two drones scouting ahead of us as we move. Just make sure to keep them to the edges of corridors to avoid detection."
"Telmeck, Srath, and Ashley will stay with the Hummingbird to protect it. In the event that it is discovered, we will need to activate the communications jammer immediately. If the force that locates the ship is too large, the Hummingbird may be forced to leave the station, which means we would have to survive until the fleet arrives to attack the station. As for the rest of us, as long as we can evade or eliminate any rebel patrols before our position can be reported, then we will be fine." Rareth commented.
With the IFF transmitter given to them by the creators of the station, the Hummingbird was able to move within the station's sensor range without being noticed by the rebels. They kept up a steady trajectory and speed, approaching from well-below the station, partially within the planet's atmosphere, to keep them hidden on the off-chance that one of the rebels onboard the station looked out of a window once they were close enough to see visually. Once they were directly beneath the station, brought them closer to the station at an angle at which they could not easily be detected in any form. They were well-within the range of the station's automated defenses, so there was now no question that the IFF transmitter was working as intended.
As planned, Ashley brought the ship quietly into one of the unused hangers near the bottom of the station. It was a small landing bay designed for dropships that was filled haphazardly with old, dusty crates, so there was scarcely enough room for the ship to land. Even being as talented of a pilot as she was, Ashley still had to crush a few of the crates when the vessel landed. Once stationary, Ashley wasted no time in lowering the ramp for the team to exit.
After Telmeck and Srath left the ship to establish somewhat of a perimeter, Rareth stepped down the loading ramp with her pistol in one hand, and blade in the other. By the looks of things, this hanger had been out of use well before the rebels had even arrived. Judging by the schematics of the station, it was far removed from the high traffic areas. That meant they would have to travel farther to get anywhere important, but at least it would reduce the odds of their ship being discovered.
"Looks clear for the moment.' Rareth said through the team's comms. "Shuo, since you have that neural link, have one or two drones scouting ahead of us as we move. Just make sure to keep them to the edges of corridors to avoid detection."
It's been a long day today for me. I'll likely get to my post tomorrow.
You can have Janius return whenever it makes sense. I didn't have anything in particular in mind to happen to him, other than some empty threats and insults from that vampire.
Ahnasha sighed, staring into the red eyes of the child in her arms. Fendros' suggestion was painful to think about, but he was not wrong. There could be a point in the coming days that violence could erupt between them and the cultists, a time where one or more of them could lose their lives. "If you would have said that a few months ago, I probably would have yelled at you. I would have stayed to fight until the last, but now with Rhazii...I think you're right. I have to keep him safe above all else."
Meesei dropped off what little she was carrying in one of the drawers, then approached Sabine at the door. "I believe that is a good idea, but I should come with you. I do not trust these necromancers and warlocks to not cause trouble. There may be more like that insufferable Altmer who would want to disturb us. Let's just be sure to avoid the entryway. I do not want to make them think we might be trying to leave."
Meesei dropped off what little she was carrying in one of the drawers, then approached Sabine at the door. "I believe that is a good idea, but I should come with you. I do not trust these necromancers and warlocks to not cause trouble. There may be more like that insufferable Altmer who would want to disturb us. Let's just be sure to avoid the entryway. I do not want to make them think we might be trying to leave."
Ahnasha shook her head. As much as she hated it, she understood the reality of the situation they were in. "That isn't a promise you can keep. None of us could keep it. We don't have control anymore. Sure, if these cultists turned on us, we could tear this place half to pieces. I don't care if they are mages, in these close quarters, we could kill a good portion of them, but...we couldn't really win. We couldn't kill them all, or even really just get out without taking losses ourselves. Several, or maybe even all of us could die. And their leader...I'm not sure what to think about her. Old mages tend to be powerful, and she's a vampire. There is no way to know how old she really is."
"For now, we have to wait." Meesei began to explain. She sat down on the bed and let out a deep breath, trying to rid herself of some of her worry. "Their leader, Hal-Neesa, said she needs to discuss our deal with her husband. I assume he is a leader of this place as well. By her words, she seemed more inclined to deal with us than Vile, but I do not trust her. Vampires tend to be silver-tongued beings, and she is a servant of the Lord of Schemes. In any case, we cannot leave until she has made her decision. In the meantime, it would be wise for us to learn more about this place, as well as these cultists. Any knowledge could help us."
"For now, we have to wait." Meesei began to explain. She sat down on the bed and let out a deep breath, trying to rid herself of some of her worry. "Their leader, Hal-Neesa, said she needs to discuss our deal with her husband. I assume he is a leader of this place as well. By her words, she seemed more inclined to deal with us than Vile, but I do not trust her. Vampires tend to be silver-tongued beings, and she is a servant of the Lord of Schemes. In any case, we cannot leave until she has made her decision. In the meantime, it would be wise for us to learn more about this place, as well as these cultists. Any knowledge could help us."
The Altmer simply laughed with a satisfied smirk at Janius' reaction. "Oh, you make this far too easy, dog." Without a word more, he started to guide Janius, along with the rest of the escort, out of the catacombs. From there, Janius could lead the way to camp.
For the rest of the group, they were guided along through the hallways by a significantly less hostile Argonian. Much like the throne room, many of the other halls besides the entryway were decorated with tapestries, paintings, and other artwork, some of it even using the ancient Argonian carvings as focal points. Overall, despite consisting entirely of underground catacombs, the place felt like a castle, with mixed styles and influences from Black Marsh, Cyrodiil, and Morrowind, primarily. It all had an air of nobility to it, something that seemed to put these cultists a cut above the standard necromancers. Given that many of the pieces of artwork were created in styles popular far in the past, even going back to the Second Era, it was possible that this cult had been in existence for that entire time. Perhaps this place had been lived in ever since its creation.
Eventually, the Argonian led them to a hallway with eight separate rooms on either side. He stopped, then addressed the pack apathetically. "Here we are, take any or all of these rooms. Needless to say, we'll not likely be getting any more visitors than you. If you have any questions, bother someone that isn't me."
The Argonian was quick to leave, as he obviously wasn't too thrilled about leading them around in the first place. They had plenty of rooms to choose from, though they were more likely to share than not, regardless. Meesei, followed closely by Lorag, stepped into the first room she saw and, at the very least, was not disappointed in what she saw. It was a well-furnished living space, with a sizable table, a few drawers and chests for storage, a large dresser, and a comfortable-looking double bed. The sheets and pillows were clean, and there was even a large, beautiful painting of what appeared to be a Valenwood landscape on the back wall. A room such as this would be what Meesei would expect of a fine hotel in a city, which made her think that these rooms were not where these cultists would normally keep those who were essentially their prisoners.
Ahnasha selected a room a few doors down from Meesei's, so Rhazii would not disturb the others as much if he started to act up. It was just as fine of a room as Meesei's, but she spent little time observing it and instead rushed straight to the bed and sat down. She had been holding back as much as possible while they were being watched, but now that they were alone, she held Rhazii tightly in her arms and closed her now tear-filled eyes. The worry she had felt for Rhazii had been tearing her up inside ever since they had been captured.
Kaleeth had been dead silent since they had been taken, but that did not change even now that they were alone. She was deathly afraid of these cultists and wanted more than anything just to leave. If she believed she could succeed, she likely would have already ran. Instead of talking with the others, she picked one of the rooms next to Meesei's and immediately curled up on the bed, silently hoping she would soon wake up from this nightmare.
For the rest of the group, they were guided along through the hallways by a significantly less hostile Argonian. Much like the throne room, many of the other halls besides the entryway were decorated with tapestries, paintings, and other artwork, some of it even using the ancient Argonian carvings as focal points. Overall, despite consisting entirely of underground catacombs, the place felt like a castle, with mixed styles and influences from Black Marsh, Cyrodiil, and Morrowind, primarily. It all had an air of nobility to it, something that seemed to put these cultists a cut above the standard necromancers. Given that many of the pieces of artwork were created in styles popular far in the past, even going back to the Second Era, it was possible that this cult had been in existence for that entire time. Perhaps this place had been lived in ever since its creation.
Eventually, the Argonian led them to a hallway with eight separate rooms on either side. He stopped, then addressed the pack apathetically. "Here we are, take any or all of these rooms. Needless to say, we'll not likely be getting any more visitors than you. If you have any questions, bother someone that isn't me."
The Argonian was quick to leave, as he obviously wasn't too thrilled about leading them around in the first place. They had plenty of rooms to choose from, though they were more likely to share than not, regardless. Meesei, followed closely by Lorag, stepped into the first room she saw and, at the very least, was not disappointed in what she saw. It was a well-furnished living space, with a sizable table, a few drawers and chests for storage, a large dresser, and a comfortable-looking double bed. The sheets and pillows were clean, and there was even a large, beautiful painting of what appeared to be a Valenwood landscape on the back wall. A room such as this would be what Meesei would expect of a fine hotel in a city, which made her think that these rooms were not where these cultists would normally keep those who were essentially their prisoners.
Ahnasha selected a room a few doors down from Meesei's, so Rhazii would not disturb the others as much if he started to act up. It was just as fine of a room as Meesei's, but she spent little time observing it and instead rushed straight to the bed and sat down. She had been holding back as much as possible while they were being watched, but now that they were alone, she held Rhazii tightly in her arms and closed her now tear-filled eyes. The worry she had felt for Rhazii had been tearing her up inside ever since they had been captured.
Kaleeth had been dead silent since they had been taken, but that did not change even now that they were alone. She was deathly afraid of these cultists and wanted more than anything just to leave. If she believed she could succeed, she likely would have already ran. Instead of talking with the others, she picked one of the rooms next to Meesei's and immediately curled up on the bed, silently hoping she would soon wake up from this nightmare.
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