Mirisk seemed considerably more frantic than even Nuulanth as they stammered towards the group. He shouted to Vinaremo to grab his attention before explaining the situation. "I believe Nuul has been poisoned. I don't know if it is a poison that can kill Argonians; usually they act more quickly than this, but still, we need to get her back to a healer as quickly as we can."
"Hmph, that's disappointing." Vinaremo commented. "I had hoped to see if there were any bodies among the casualties that still held onto life. No matter, I have enough souls for the moment." He turned and walked over to Meesei, his overall attitude not quite as negative as it has been in the past, but still not positive by any stretch of the imagination. "I had hoped we would be able to kill that wretched noble's son, but he seemed to be too much of a coward to show up. No matter, that part wasn't your fault. The battle was a success, and you performed adequately. One of mine needs a healer, so we should return at once."
Meesei remained as civil as Vinaremo and returned a nod. "Very well, I will go collect the remainder of my pack from their vantage point. I will be back shortly." She said before jogging off to find Ahnasha and Fendros.
Kaleeth was staying away from the others, near the edge of the courtyard as far away from the bodies as she could reasonably go. She felt wrong in every sense. She had felt it since they started fighting, but her fear had clouded her mind and senses. Now, however, she could smell all of the fresh blood in the air. It was...tempting. She hated the thought, and she hated herself, but even so, she found herself salivating. Burying her face in her hands, she tried thinking of whatever she could to distract herself from these desires.
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Once the fight had ended, Mirisk rushed to check on Nuulanth. He knelt down beside her, once again capturing her attention away from Sabine. Her breathing was slow and calm, but she was at least still alive. She looked tired, like she was about to fall over from exhaustion. Strangely, she had not lost all that much blood, at least not enough to cause such an effect. He placed a hand on her cheek and moved her head to look up at him. "Come on, stay with me Nuul, how are you feeling?"
"Well...thinking about it. I...think I have been poisoned. It hurts like it; I'm exhausted like it. If I weren't Argonian, I would be dead...that might still happen." She responded in a calm tone, though that might have been influenced by her condition instead of her mental state.
With a resolute expression, Mirisk put his arm around her and helped her to her feet. "Then we are going to get you back right away. No arguments. Come on."
Outside, Vinaremo and the other cultists cut down as many as they could while they were trying to run, but then returned to the site of the battle once there were no more in sight. He showed some signs of fatigue, but he was unharmed. One of the other cultists was trying to find the body of their ally who had died at the beginning of the battle, but neither Vinaremo nor Orskan seemed to care. Instead, they were walking among the bodies of the mercenaries for any survivors, though their reasons were not likely humane.
Meesei rubbed her hand over the wound in her stomach, which was still bleeding down her scales. The silver stopped it from regenerating quickly on its own, and her own healing magic would be less effective on it. It also did not help that she was fatigued from the fight. Regardless, it was not a major wound, and she would be fine. She approached one of the mercenaries' corpses and ripped some cloth from one of their uniforms to wrap around her stomach, then performed what healing she could to close the wound as she rejoined the others.
"I will live. I would just like to check on Sabine and Ahnasha's groups. Though, they were helping in the fight, so they must have succeeded." Meesei said in response to Janius.
"Well...thinking about it. I...think I have been poisoned. It hurts like it; I'm exhausted like it. If I weren't Argonian, I would be dead...that might still happen." She responded in a calm tone, though that might have been influenced by her condition instead of her mental state.
With a resolute expression, Mirisk put his arm around her and helped her to her feet. "Then we are going to get you back right away. No arguments. Come on."
Outside, Vinaremo and the other cultists cut down as many as they could while they were trying to run, but then returned to the site of the battle once there were no more in sight. He showed some signs of fatigue, but he was unharmed. One of the other cultists was trying to find the body of their ally who had died at the beginning of the battle, but neither Vinaremo nor Orskan seemed to care. Instead, they were walking among the bodies of the mercenaries for any survivors, though their reasons were not likely humane.
Meesei rubbed her hand over the wound in her stomach, which was still bleeding down her scales. The silver stopped it from regenerating quickly on its own, and her own healing magic would be less effective on it. It also did not help that she was fatigued from the fight. Regardless, it was not a major wound, and she would be fine. She approached one of the mercenaries' corpses and ripped some cloth from one of their uniforms to wrap around her stomach, then performed what healing she could to close the wound as she rejoined the others.
"I will live. I would just like to check on Sabine and Ahnasha's groups. Though, they were helping in the fight, so they must have succeeded." Meesei said in response to Janius.
It did not seem like Bit or Opus were able to take out one of the patrolling guards before getting into position, but if all went well, it would not matter. She made sure her pistol was on its burst setting, then located the remaining patrolling guard. In her other hand, she primed her fusion grenade, then waited until the guard she was tracking was within her line of sight.
"Take out your targets quickly on my mark. Remember, radio silence until I give the all clear." Rareth warned. "Mark!" She ordered, immediately activating the scanning program, then quickly moving to drop the armed grenade onto the group of four beneath her. At the same time, she opened fire on the other guard in her sights with several bursts, just to be safe. The fusion rounds melted clean through his body; she just hoped he would not be alive long enough to activate his radio. For the group beneath her, their lives were ended much more quickly. They had time to register that something had dropped near them, and perhaps look up at the rounds Rareth was firing, before the grenade detonated. For the small amount of fusible material the grenade contained, it released exponentially greater amounts of heat energy which melted or outright vaporized anything contained within the magnetic field. By the time the explosion was over, there was not anything that could be called a body left over; just superheated metal, some organic compounds, and a trace of helium.
"Take out your targets quickly on my mark. Remember, radio silence until I give the all clear." Rareth warned. "Mark!" She ordered, immediately activating the scanning program, then quickly moving to drop the armed grenade onto the group of four beneath her. At the same time, she opened fire on the other guard in her sights with several bursts, just to be safe. The fusion rounds melted clean through his body; she just hoped he would not be alive long enough to activate his radio. For the group beneath her, their lives were ended much more quickly. They had time to register that something had dropped near them, and perhaps look up at the rounds Rareth was firing, before the grenade detonated. For the small amount of fusible material the grenade contained, it released exponentially greater amounts of heat energy which melted or outright vaporized anything contained within the magnetic field. By the time the explosion was over, there was not anything that could be called a body left over; just superheated metal, some organic compounds, and a trace of helium.
The shield-bearers on Vinaremo's flank were not dead for long, as Orskan was quick to resurrect them while the mercenaries behind them were forced to take cover from a hail of destruction spells. As the thralls raised themselves off of the ground, Vinaremo clutched his katana and nodded to Orskan. "Ready?"
"Ready." Orskan answered, prompting Vinaremo to charge forward with Orskan following behind. The thralls were clashing with the mercenaries, so Vinaremo cast a flame cloak on himself at the last moment, then ran around them into the fray. It was easy enough for him to sink the bound Daedric blade, but for the second, Orskan provided his aid in the form of telekinesis. When a mercenary swung her blade in Vinaremo's direction, Orskan tugged on the blade just enough to make her miss, and he was even able to use it to amplify the strength of Vinaremo's retaliatory strike. As the vampiric Altmer pressed forward, Orskan practically pulled their opponents into Vinaremo's sword in an almost graceful combination of magic and martial prowess. It appeared as though the pair worked together quite well as a team. For the remaining two cultists, they placed all of their focus into reanimating and controlling the corpses Vinaremo and Orskan were providing. .
For the moment, Meesei decided her greatest role would be in support. She remained behind the others and continued to concentrate the fog around the mercenaries. It was now thick to the point that only the few who were directly in front of her friends would even be able to make out their forms. Instead of wide area spells, she shifted her efforts on concentrated lightning bolts into any who appeared to be threatening the others. The Bosmer Janius was fighting was met with a bolt which Meesei directed clean over Janius and into him from above. It may or may not have been lethal, but it was certainly incapacitating. Any others who seemed like an immediate threat she targeted, and since they could hardly even see her beyond the fog, they had no chance to respond. If they had shields that were insulated or wards to block spells, it did not matter, as they had no warning of her attacks. It was as if they were fighting inside of a stormcloud.
"Ready." Orskan answered, prompting Vinaremo to charge forward with Orskan following behind. The thralls were clashing with the mercenaries, so Vinaremo cast a flame cloak on himself at the last moment, then ran around them into the fray. It was easy enough for him to sink the bound Daedric blade, but for the second, Orskan provided his aid in the form of telekinesis. When a mercenary swung her blade in Vinaremo's direction, Orskan tugged on the blade just enough to make her miss, and he was even able to use it to amplify the strength of Vinaremo's retaliatory strike. As the vampiric Altmer pressed forward, Orskan practically pulled their opponents into Vinaremo's sword in an almost graceful combination of magic and martial prowess. It appeared as though the pair worked together quite well as a team. For the remaining two cultists, they placed all of their focus into reanimating and controlling the corpses Vinaremo and Orskan were providing. .
For the moment, Meesei decided her greatest role would be in support. She remained behind the others and continued to concentrate the fog around the mercenaries. It was now thick to the point that only the few who were directly in front of her friends would even be able to make out their forms. Instead of wide area spells, she shifted her efforts on concentrated lightning bolts into any who appeared to be threatening the others. The Bosmer Janius was fighting was met with a bolt which Meesei directed clean over Janius and into him from above. It may or may not have been lethal, but it was certainly incapacitating. Any others who seemed like an immediate threat she targeted, and since they could hardly even see her beyond the fog, they had no chance to respond. If they had shields that were insulated or wards to block spells, it did not matter, as they had no warning of her attacks. It was as if they were fighting inside of a stormcloud.
Would you like to bring the fight to a close soon?
That would be me. I was going to do it a few days ago, but, well, the site didn't work. I'm about to go to class at the moment, though.
Even without the lieutenant leading them, the mercenaries still had numbers, for the moment, at least. Given that they were surrounded on all sides, the mercenaries had been losing people at a steady rate, not to mention that Vinaremo's group seemed to be pushing effectively as well. If they could keep up their pace for a bit longer, their enemy's morale might drop enough that, without leadership, they could be routed. Unfortunately, Kaleeth, Janius, and Lorag were on the defensive, so they needed another opening like what Meesei had provided a moment ago. Unfortunately, it was a draining spell, and she would not be able to follow through with anything powerful if she tried it again. She did, however, have one option, something that actually made her glad she was fighting in the influence of Neesa's unholy magic.
The fog covering area was infused with Hal-Neesa's magic, but it was still, at its core, just fog. It was made of water like any cloud or mist, and that was something she could manipulate. Stopping just behind the other three, Meesei held out her arms and charged her magicka into the air around them, collecting and concentrating the fog to wherever she willed it. Around the mercenaries threatening the others, it grew exceptionally thick, to the point where the water was condensing on their armor. She made sure to leave a safe buffer between the mercenaries and her own allies, then suddenly shot out a bolt of lightning into the air and through the fog. With the concentrated water in the air to help conduct it, the electricity was amplified enough to arc through a line of enemies in front of the others, with much less exertion on her part. Like before, it would not be lethal, but it still provided a good opportunity to attack, as well as hopefully dropping their opponents' morale.
The fog covering area was infused with Hal-Neesa's magic, but it was still, at its core, just fog. It was made of water like any cloud or mist, and that was something she could manipulate. Stopping just behind the other three, Meesei held out her arms and charged her magicka into the air around them, collecting and concentrating the fog to wherever she willed it. Around the mercenaries threatening the others, it grew exceptionally thick, to the point where the water was condensing on their armor. She made sure to leave a safe buffer between the mercenaries and her own allies, then suddenly shot out a bolt of lightning into the air and through the fog. With the concentrated water in the air to help conduct it, the electricity was amplified enough to arc through a line of enemies in front of the others, with much less exertion on her part. Like before, it would not be lethal, but it still provided a good opportunity to attack, as well as hopefully dropping their opponents' morale.
Ssarak Dyreackthanose
"Your health is paramount, of course. If we cannot bring you back to sufficient health, then we can find a way to..." Ssarak began, but was interrupted when he heard the familiar sound of Lyn's thoughts in his mind. He leaned down to her and accepted the rune she offered him. Once he realized what it was, he gave her a smile.
"Thank you, Lyn. This will be very helpful." Ssarak said warmly before standing back up and looking to Meirin. "I know not from where she received it, but Lyn had a vitamancy rune. They are powerful tools, and this one seems to be ready to use. From what I remember about them, it might take a while to heal an injury like yours, but I will help you with it. It is usually easier for another to use it on you, instead of using it on yourself anyway. I just need to get Alaira help first. She seems to be suffering from blood sickness, and while time can heal that, I would rather be safe." Ssarak explained. He reached out and placed the rune into Meirin's hand, being careful not to do anything to harm her injured arms. "Here, take the rune. If you do not mind, I will be by your room shortly to help heal you. Oh, and could you look after Lyn in the meantime? We will need to find a solution to the situation with her soon enough."
Though he would have liked to help Meirin immediately, Ssarak was actually rather concerned about Alaira's state. As was all-too common with her, it seemed she had over-exerted herself on the bridge and was now paying the price. Generally, blood sickness was not lethal, but he wanted to make sure she was well taken care of, even if he was just going to end up scolding her later. Walking to the back of the wagon, he carefully picked her up in his arms and walked through town until he found his way to the physician's place of business. They would have to use their own gold to pay for the treament...or more accurately, Alaira's gold. Ssarak was willing to go to great lengths to ensure her safety, and even risk his own life if necessary, but he wasn't going to pay for it with his own gold. He wasn't that generous.The physician was a human male herbamancer, and given his role in the town, he did not have to ask what Ssarak wanted when he walked in with an unconscious woman in his arms. Instead, his first words were "What happened to her?"
"We were ambushed by bandits by the bridge on the road from the Twilight College. I do not believe she was injured by the bandits, but she is suffering from blood sickness. Is that something you can treat?" Ssarak asked.
The physician nodded affirmatively as he guided Ssarak into the room where he normally treated his patients. "Yes, I can use an ether for that. I can also watch after her until she recovers." He offered. "This will, of course, come at a cost, but I can assure you she will be well-cared for."
"That will not be a problem." Ssarak answered, placing her down on the physician's cot. He spent a few minutes negotiating on price. Even if it wasn't his money he was spending, he would at least try not to use all of her gold. Once that was settled, he made sure she had nothing valuable on her to be safe, then took his leave to return to the inn and help Meirin with her recovery.
"Your health is paramount, of course. If we cannot bring you back to sufficient health, then we can find a way to..." Ssarak began, but was interrupted when he heard the familiar sound of Lyn's thoughts in his mind. He leaned down to her and accepted the rune she offered him. Once he realized what it was, he gave her a smile.
"Thank you, Lyn. This will be very helpful." Ssarak said warmly before standing back up and looking to Meirin. "I know not from where she received it, but Lyn had a vitamancy rune. They are powerful tools, and this one seems to be ready to use. From what I remember about them, it might take a while to heal an injury like yours, but I will help you with it. It is usually easier for another to use it on you, instead of using it on yourself anyway. I just need to get Alaira help first. She seems to be suffering from blood sickness, and while time can heal that, I would rather be safe." Ssarak explained. He reached out and placed the rune into Meirin's hand, being careful not to do anything to harm her injured arms. "Here, take the rune. If you do not mind, I will be by your room shortly to help heal you. Oh, and could you look after Lyn in the meantime? We will need to find a solution to the situation with her soon enough."
Though he would have liked to help Meirin immediately, Ssarak was actually rather concerned about Alaira's state. As was all-too common with her, it seemed she had over-exerted herself on the bridge and was now paying the price. Generally, blood sickness was not lethal, but he wanted to make sure she was well taken care of, even if he was just going to end up scolding her later. Walking to the back of the wagon, he carefully picked her up in his arms and walked through town until he found his way to the physician's place of business. They would have to use their own gold to pay for the treament...or more accurately, Alaira's gold. Ssarak was willing to go to great lengths to ensure her safety, and even risk his own life if necessary, but he wasn't going to pay for it with his own gold. He wasn't that generous.The physician was a human male herbamancer, and given his role in the town, he did not have to ask what Ssarak wanted when he walked in with an unconscious woman in his arms. Instead, his first words were "What happened to her?"
"We were ambushed by bandits by the bridge on the road from the Twilight College. I do not believe she was injured by the bandits, but she is suffering from blood sickness. Is that something you can treat?" Ssarak asked.
The physician nodded affirmatively as he guided Ssarak into the room where he normally treated his patients. "Yes, I can use an ether for that. I can also watch after her until she recovers." He offered. "This will, of course, come at a cost, but I can assure you she will be well-cared for."
"That will not be a problem." Ssarak answered, placing her down on the physician's cot. He spent a few minutes negotiating on price. Even if it wasn't his money he was spending, he would at least try not to use all of her gold. Once that was settled, he made sure she had nothing valuable on her to be safe, then took his leave to return to the inn and help Meirin with her recovery.
I might go for a shorter post on my next one. I had wanted to write another bit for Vinaremo and Orskan, but I am pretty tired. I think I'll just write the part you can respond to, then put the other stuff in my next post.
I am posting in a different RP at the moment, might be a little delayed.
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