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So, after this thing with the cultists is resolved, where do you want to go, or rather, what do you want to have them do? I have more story ideas in the future, but I feel it is time to do one of your ideas. I personally would like to go somewhere far from Black Marsh, perhaps in the western half of Tamriel? I rarely ever go there.
Once Ahnasha was free from her bindings, she ignored Fendros, Sabine, and the others coming in the door. She cared about nothing else but the Argonian noble. She let out an enraged roar and picked up his corpse by the neck. "No! You wretched lizard, stay alive!" She growled before slamming his body down on the nearby table hard enough to crack it in two.
"You don't deserve such an easy death. You need to suffer!" She shouted. In her anger, she started to tear into his corpse with claws and teeth, dismembering and mutilating the body. Her desecration of his lifeless corpse did nothing to satisfy her thirst for vengeance, however, and tears started to fill her eyes. She ripped his head from his body and stared into his glassy eyes for a few moments before throwing it against the wall in frustration. Ahnasha collapsed down to her hands and knees, angered from being denied her revenge and overall traumatized from her experience. It did not feel like it was over, which, really, it was not. They still had to get back to the xanmeer to protect Rhazii, which was why she was staying in here werewolf form, as she would need it to get back as quickly as possible.
As soon as Meesei stepped into the room, she saw Ahnasha hovering over a mutilated corpse, so she did not notice her injury until she knelt down beside her. Once she saw the missing finger, her eyes widened. "Ahnasaha, your hand!" Immediately, Meesei placed her hand over Ahnasha's to begin healing. Unfortunately, just as she feared, it was a silver wound. There was no way she could reattach it; not in time, at least. All she could hope to do was to close the wound before she lost any more blood.
"You don't deserve such an easy death. You need to suffer!" She shouted. In her anger, she started to tear into his corpse with claws and teeth, dismembering and mutilating the body. Her desecration of his lifeless corpse did nothing to satisfy her thirst for vengeance, however, and tears started to fill her eyes. She ripped his head from his body and stared into his glassy eyes for a few moments before throwing it against the wall in frustration. Ahnasha collapsed down to her hands and knees, angered from being denied her revenge and overall traumatized from her experience. It did not feel like it was over, which, really, it was not. They still had to get back to the xanmeer to protect Rhazii, which was why she was staying in here werewolf form, as she would need it to get back as quickly as possible.
As soon as Meesei stepped into the room, she saw Ahnasha hovering over a mutilated corpse, so she did not notice her injury until she knelt down beside her. Once she saw the missing finger, her eyes widened. "Ahnasaha, your hand!" Immediately, Meesei placed her hand over Ahnasha's to begin healing. Unfortunately, just as she feared, it was a silver wound. There was no way she could reattach it; not in time, at least. All she could hope to do was to close the wound before she lost any more blood.
Unsurprisingly, there was scarcely any resistance for the pack entering the keep. After their lines had broken, most of the mercenaries in the keep either ran into the marsh to escape, or into the settlement to find their families, then escape. The few remaining in the keep were not suicidal enough to attack a group of lycans that outnumbered them, so they hid as soon as they saw them approach. It was one disadvantage of hiring mercenaries, for while they were skilled and organized, they had no loyalty to the cause. When the situation started to look hopeless, they had no reason not to flee.
Meesei was walking alongside Kaleeth as well, providing what healing she could. In this case, she had a large number of smaller injuries, and while most did not come from silver, it would still take time to heal. As they searched for the stairway leading to what Meesei assumed to be a dungeon, she caught another, familiar scent. She had assumed Sabine had backed away to attack from the shadows, as she usually did, but it seemed she had a different plan in mind. "It looks like we are not the first to track them here. Come, let's hurry; there is no way to know what condition they might be in."
"No, stay back!. If you take so much as another step, I am going to slit her throat!" The noble warned, staring down Sabine for any signs of movement. He was appropriately armed to kill her, but no matter how threatening he tried to be, it was obvious that he was no warrior or strategic thinker, for he left an opening for Ahnasha to exploit. He was looking away from her, so she leaned her head back as far as she could, then angler her head to snap her jaws down on the flat side of his blade. The silver burned her mouth, but at this point, she had experienced so much pain that she was almost desensitized to it. Before the noble could even react, she had jerked his weapon out of his grasp, providing ample opportunity for Sabine to strike. Ahnasha just hoped that Sabine did not kill him outright.
Meesei was walking alongside Kaleeth as well, providing what healing she could. In this case, she had a large number of smaller injuries, and while most did not come from silver, it would still take time to heal. As they searched for the stairway leading to what Meesei assumed to be a dungeon, she caught another, familiar scent. She had assumed Sabine had backed away to attack from the shadows, as she usually did, but it seemed she had a different plan in mind. "It looks like we are not the first to track them here. Come, let's hurry; there is no way to know what condition they might be in."
"No, stay back!. If you take so much as another step, I am going to slit her throat!" The noble warned, staring down Sabine for any signs of movement. He was appropriately armed to kill her, but no matter how threatening he tried to be, it was obvious that he was no warrior or strategic thinker, for he left an opening for Ahnasha to exploit. He was looking away from her, so she leaned her head back as far as she could, then angler her head to snap her jaws down on the flat side of his blade. The silver burned her mouth, but at this point, she had experienced so much pain that she was almost desensitized to it. Before the noble could even react, she had jerked his weapon out of his grasp, providing ample opportunity for Sabine to strike. Ahnasha just hoped that Sabine did not kill him outright.
I need to be going to bed now. The next confrontation should be interesting, though.
Kaleeth's beast spirit was immensely frustrated at its inability to move, so when Janius finally removed some of the weight from her back, it seized the opportunity. As soon as she was able to move her arms, she was able to gain the leverage needed to force herself up and out of the building's remains. She let out a triumphant roar, but her injuries were quickly catching up to her. Once she tried to take a step, she collapsed down on her knees. Between the enemy's blades and the collapsing building, she had lost a significant amount of blood, which now coated significant portions of her scales. She felt weak, but forced herself to stand back up. At least now, the rational part of her mind was strong enough to keep herself from rushing in.
Between the lycans and their officer's death, the spirits of the group they were fighting was easily broken. They started to run, and Meesei was about to follow through with a few more destruction spells when she heard the distinctive sound of a werewolf's howl coming from within the largest structure in the settlement. It was a sort of keep made from stone, even if it did not look all that durable. It appeared as if whoever designed it did not know that building in the marsh required strong foundations dug deep into the ground.
"Hear that? We need to get to that keep." Meesei observed.
Ahnasha was still in shock from having lost her finger, and she could easily believe that the noble could make her lose more. It did not seem as if he intended to kill her right at that moment, but he looked frightened at the noises coming from outside. He pressed his blade against her throat once more as he kept his eyes on the door. "You better hope whoever comes through there cares enough about your lives not to do something stupid."
Between the lycans and their officer's death, the spirits of the group they were fighting was easily broken. They started to run, and Meesei was about to follow through with a few more destruction spells when she heard the distinctive sound of a werewolf's howl coming from within the largest structure in the settlement. It was a sort of keep made from stone, even if it did not look all that durable. It appeared as if whoever designed it did not know that building in the marsh required strong foundations dug deep into the ground.
"Hear that? We need to get to that keep." Meesei observed.
Ahnasha was still in shock from having lost her finger, and she could easily believe that the noble could make her lose more. It did not seem as if he intended to kill her right at that moment, but he looked frightened at the noises coming from outside. He pressed his blade against her throat once more as he kept his eyes on the door. "You better hope whoever comes through there cares enough about your lives not to do something stupid."
"Right there with ya, city-boy." Lorag added. Just the same as Janius, he went through his transformation as he rushed forward. Once Janius pounced on one of them, he gave his support by grabbing the spear of one of the mercenaries who had his sights on Janius and snapped it in half with one hand. Of course, there were two more looking to attack Lorag from his left, but they were close enough that he was able to lash out at both of them with his free arm. With a backhanded swipe, he managed to knock both of them clean off of their feet. He ended up cutting himself on one of their swords, but it wasn't enough to stop him from swiping his original target to the ground and tearing him apart with his claws.
Meesei activated her lightning form, then took a few steps to the right to clear a path for her to bolt escape straight into the middle of the group of mercenaries. For the ones that Lorag and Janius were not already handling, they found themselves shocked by nonlethal, but still substantial amounts of electricity from both the bolt escape and lightning form. As she materialized in front of the officer, Meesei conjured up a bound sword and swung for her neck, but the officer was a resilient woman. Despite the shock, she raised up her blade to block Meesei's. strike. "I don't think so! I'll not fall so ea-" The officer began to shout, but she was quickly interrupted by a stream of fire from Meesei's free hand suddenly engulfing her head. Almost immediately, she fell on her back screaming in pain and trying desperately to put out the flames. She was resilient, but not nearly quick enough.
For as much as he threatened, the noble was more focused on escaping than anything. he grabbed a key from his pouch, reached down, then unlocked one of the chains at Fendros' feet. "Now, once I get these chains unlocked, you better not think of trying anything. You might be a lycan, but my blade is silver, and it will be at your throat the whole time."
Just as the noble finished speaking, the sound of screaming could be heard somewhere from outside the door. It was hard to tell exactly how far away it was, but it sounded like it was in the building. In another attempt to signal their location, Ahnasha let out the loudest howl she could manage.
"Hey, what are you...no! Quiet!" The noble shouted in panic and frustration. His retribution was fierce and violent. He swung his blade towards her as hard as he could with her blade. His target looked to be her neck, but he was clumsy in his rage and missed by just a few inches. Her right hand, however, was right in the blade's path. It scraped just under most of her fingers with superficial cuts, all except for her smallest finger, which it severed entirely. Ahnasha's howl turned into a pained whimper as her hand was coated in her own blood. She wasn't going to bleed out entirely from the injury, but the silver would certainly inhibit her healing.
Meesei activated her lightning form, then took a few steps to the right to clear a path for her to bolt escape straight into the middle of the group of mercenaries. For the ones that Lorag and Janius were not already handling, they found themselves shocked by nonlethal, but still substantial amounts of electricity from both the bolt escape and lightning form. As she materialized in front of the officer, Meesei conjured up a bound sword and swung for her neck, but the officer was a resilient woman. Despite the shock, she raised up her blade to block Meesei's. strike. "I don't think so! I'll not fall so ea-" The officer began to shout, but she was quickly interrupted by a stream of fire from Meesei's free hand suddenly engulfing her head. Almost immediately, she fell on her back screaming in pain and trying desperately to put out the flames. She was resilient, but not nearly quick enough.
For as much as he threatened, the noble was more focused on escaping than anything. he grabbed a key from his pouch, reached down, then unlocked one of the chains at Fendros' feet. "Now, once I get these chains unlocked, you better not think of trying anything. You might be a lycan, but my blade is silver, and it will be at your throat the whole time."
Just as the noble finished speaking, the sound of screaming could be heard somewhere from outside the door. It was hard to tell exactly how far away it was, but it sounded like it was in the building. In another attempt to signal their location, Ahnasha let out the loudest howl she could manage.
"Hey, what are you...no! Quiet!" The noble shouted in panic and frustration. His retribution was fierce and violent. He swung his blade towards her as hard as he could with her blade. His target looked to be her neck, but he was clumsy in his rage and missed by just a few inches. Her right hand, however, was right in the blade's path. It scraped just under most of her fingers with superficial cuts, all except for her smallest finger, which it severed entirely. Ahnasha's howl turned into a pained whimper as her hand was coated in her own blood. She wasn't going to bleed out entirely from the injury, but the silver would certainly inhibit her healing.
I can wait. I'm running out of threats for the noble.
The mercenary that Janius initially charged scrambled to his feet in time to see his ally's skull split open. He growled in anger, but did not approach near as recklessly as Janius. Instead, he nodded to his other ally, a Khajiit male, then moved to attack at the same time from different angles. Fortunately for Janius, Meesei and Lorag were not far behind in supporting him. After making it through the mercenaries Janius had ran past to protect Kaleeth, Lorag came charging in with his hammer in full swing.
"Not so fast!" Lorag shouted as his hammer struck the Khajiit's blade hard enough to knock it clean from his hands, which forced him to jump back and draw a measly dagger from his belt. At the same time, Meesei bolt escaped through the other mercenary and reformed on the other side, which stunned him for a good few seconds.
"We're here with you, Janius." Meesei said reassuringly as she and Lorag stood on each side of Janius, ready to help defend Kaleeth. The battle as a whole was now spread throughout the settlement, with nothing even resembling a frontline in sight. Mercenaries and cultists alike were scattered around fighting, but there were a few mercenary officers still trying to organize their men. One of them happened to be nearby, and took notice of the trapped werecrocodile that had been slaughtering her men. As the two mercenaries rapidly backed away, she shouted to them to join her squad. In all, there were now seven mercenaries bearing down on them.
"How do you think? I'm going to walk right out of here with one of you at the end of my blade." The noble retorted, pressing the tip of his sword to Fendros' chest, allowing the metal to burn his skin. "If your friends actually care about your lives, then they will not stop me. I only need one of you, and she is in a rather inconvenient form for a hostage at the moment." He commented as he moved his blade back to being mere inches from Ahnasha's throat. "I should just kill you now. Make things simple for me."
"Not so fast!" Lorag shouted as his hammer struck the Khajiit's blade hard enough to knock it clean from his hands, which forced him to jump back and draw a measly dagger from his belt. At the same time, Meesei bolt escaped through the other mercenary and reformed on the other side, which stunned him for a good few seconds.
"We're here with you, Janius." Meesei said reassuringly as she and Lorag stood on each side of Janius, ready to help defend Kaleeth. The battle as a whole was now spread throughout the settlement, with nothing even resembling a frontline in sight. Mercenaries and cultists alike were scattered around fighting, but there were a few mercenary officers still trying to organize their men. One of them happened to be nearby, and took notice of the trapped werecrocodile that had been slaughtering her men. As the two mercenaries rapidly backed away, she shouted to them to join her squad. In all, there were now seven mercenaries bearing down on them.
"How do you think? I'm going to walk right out of here with one of you at the end of my blade." The noble retorted, pressing the tip of his sword to Fendros' chest, allowing the metal to burn his skin. "If your friends actually care about your lives, then they will not stop me. I only need one of you, and she is in a rather inconvenient form for a hostage at the moment." He commented as he moved his blade back to being mere inches from Ahnasha's throat. "I should just kill you now. Make things simple for me."
I'm assuming that is good.
"Huh, what? Hostages? I think - Ahhh! What the-" The Human guard shouted. Given the chemicals still flowing through his system, it wasn't certain if he had even registered that he had been stabbed, only that he was in pain. He was dazed and confused, and had only just started to open his eyes. "Ahh! My hand...and my head! Why does my head hurt so much? It's like-"
"Enough." Rareth interrupted. She was not thrilled with Opus injuring him before they even had a chance to ask a question, but it was the situation they were now in. "You have hostages aboard this station. Where can we find them, or information on where they are?"
"Station? Hostages? What are you...oh no...I remember. The data...it's...the center! The center of the station, go there and - ahh! My head!" He shouted, pressing his free hand to his temple.
To say that the rebel was behaving strangely would be an understatement, but he seemed cooperative, so Rareth needed to get as much information from him as possible, as quickly as possible. "Good, now what can you tell me about the defenses you rebels have?"
"I...I don't...rebels? No, it's not like that, it's..." The guard began before screaming once more, then suddenly going completely silent. Rareth wondered if he had fallen unconscious again when she noticed blood running from his mouth and eyes. She did not quite remember how to check a human's heartbeat, but he appeared quite dead.
"That...was not normal." Rareth commented.
"Enough." Rareth interrupted. She was not thrilled with Opus injuring him before they even had a chance to ask a question, but it was the situation they were now in. "You have hostages aboard this station. Where can we find them, or information on where they are?"
"Station? Hostages? What are you...oh no...I remember. The data...it's...the center! The center of the station, go there and - ahh! My head!" He shouted, pressing his free hand to his temple.
To say that the rebel was behaving strangely would be an understatement, but he seemed cooperative, so Rareth needed to get as much information from him as possible, as quickly as possible. "Good, now what can you tell me about the defenses you rebels have?"
"I...I don't...rebels? No, it's not like that, it's..." The guard began before screaming once more, then suddenly going completely silent. Rareth wondered if he had fallen unconscious again when she noticed blood running from his mouth and eyes. She did not quite remember how to check a human's heartbeat, but he appeared quite dead.
"That...was not normal." Rareth commented.
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