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I completely forgot to post today. Sorry about that, I'll make sure to do so after I get home tomorrow.
What Fendros said troubled Meesei. She had hoped that finding him and Ahnasha would mean the end of their immediate troubles, but it would seem fate was not going to be kind. "If that's true, then we need to hurry. Stay in your beast forms; we'll need them to get back to the xanmeer quickly. Someone can carry you, Sabine. Let's find Hal-Neesa, warn her, then run back as fast as we can."
Over in the doorway, Kaleeth collapsed to her knees once more; her blood loss was catching up to her. There was no way for Meesei to have healed her fully in the short time she had. Kaleeth needed attention, but they did not have the luxury of time. She shifted back into her Argonian form and leaned up against the wall next to the door. "I...I can't do it. I lost so much blood..."
Meesei had at least healed Ahnasha's hand enough that it wasn't bleeding, so she quickly rushed over to Kaleeth and knelt down beside her. She had already examined Kaleeth before, and she knew she wasn't exaggerating. Without help, she might or might not still survive, but there was no question that she could not make it back under her own power. "Kaleeth does need help, but...we need as many of us as we can to get back to the xanmeer."
"What about these cultists?" Lorag suggested, shrugging his shoulders. "They're all mages. One of 'em has to be a healer. We might see if Neesa can have one of her people have a look at her?"
"Good idea. It's worth a try, at least. Are you comfortable letting one of the cultists heal you, Kaleeth?" Meesei asked.
Kaleeth nodded weakly. "Yes...you need to go protect Rhazii. It's more important than...anything else."
"Alright, let's see if we can go find Neesa. She might be making her way into the keep by this point." Meesei sail. She put her arm around Kaleeth and helped her up to her feet while charging restoration energy into her. For as long as she was supporting her, she could at least do what she could to stop her bleeding.
Ahnasha had only partially been listening, but she understood enough of their plan. She had been staring at her injured hand, thinking vividly back onto her torture. It seemed to dominate her mind, even as they had important things to do. She only snapped out of it once she noticed Fendros taking the water from Sabine.
Over in the doorway, Kaleeth collapsed to her knees once more; her blood loss was catching up to her. There was no way for Meesei to have healed her fully in the short time she had. Kaleeth needed attention, but they did not have the luxury of time. She shifted back into her Argonian form and leaned up against the wall next to the door. "I...I can't do it. I lost so much blood..."
Meesei had at least healed Ahnasha's hand enough that it wasn't bleeding, so she quickly rushed over to Kaleeth and knelt down beside her. She had already examined Kaleeth before, and she knew she wasn't exaggerating. Without help, she might or might not still survive, but there was no question that she could not make it back under her own power. "Kaleeth does need help, but...we need as many of us as we can to get back to the xanmeer."
"What about these cultists?" Lorag suggested, shrugging his shoulders. "They're all mages. One of 'em has to be a healer. We might see if Neesa can have one of her people have a look at her?"
"Good idea. It's worth a try, at least. Are you comfortable letting one of the cultists heal you, Kaleeth?" Meesei asked.
Kaleeth nodded weakly. "Yes...you need to go protect Rhazii. It's more important than...anything else."
"Alright, let's see if we can go find Neesa. She might be making her way into the keep by this point." Meesei sail. She put her arm around Kaleeth and helped her up to her feet while charging restoration energy into her. For as long as she was supporting her, she could at least do what she could to stop her bleeding.
Ahnasha had only partially been listening, but she understood enough of their plan. She had been staring at her injured hand, thinking vividly back onto her torture. It seemed to dominate her mind, even as they had important things to do. She only snapped out of it once she noticed Fendros taking the water from Sabine.
Alright. You could also have them in the Imperial City for a similar reason, if you wanted. It is the cultural center of the Empire.
We could head to Chorrol, though I am wondering where you would intend to have the pack run into Fendros' siblings. Cheydinhal is far out of the way of any direct route. The fastest way to get into Cyrodiil would be to take a ship to the Imperial City. From there, it is about an equal distance to anywhere in the province. Even along a land route, though, they wouldn't really be passing through Cheydinhal. Would you want to have them encounter his siblings someplace else?
I need to figure out which bounty to go after once the timeskip occurs.
Also, when is this timeskip going to?
Also, when is this timeskip going to?
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."
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