Lorag was nearby to help pin Fendros, but it did not matter. Before he could move to hold him down, Llarvan reached out a hand and grabbed him with his telekinetic blood magic. He lifted him straight out from under Janius and held him in the air, constricting his airway to the point that he could just barely breath. "I am going to allow you to use our supplies to your cub. This is a kindness I am not required to offer you, so consider yourself fortunate that it is an option still available to you. Now, release your beast form, and I shall release you." Despite his firm tone, Llarvan hardly seemed angry over the attempted attack, but that was likely because he did not consider Fendros a threat. Given that he was strong enough to hold a full-sized werewolf in the air with only his mind, seemingly without effort, there was little chance of Fendros being able to do him any harm.
Meesei was doing all she could to stop Rhazii's pain and heal him, but she was exhausted. She had been a part of two battles that day and had not slept in far to long, so she had neither physical nor magical energy. Even so, she gave it all she had. He wasn't bleeding all that much due to the fact that the flames had cauterized most of the affected areas, but it was still a grave and life-threatening injury, even under ideal circumstances.
Ignoring the confrontation between Fendros and her husband, Hal-Neesa shifted back into her normal form as well and walked calmly over to Ahnasha and Meesei. She looked down on them and observed Rhazii's wounds for a few moments. She gave no strong reaction or emotions, but her eyes did show just a hint of sympathy as she observed the marred cub. "Follow me, I will take you somewhere you may heal him."
Ahnasha was reluctant to move anywhere, or do anything other than hold Rhazii tightly to her chest, but Meesei's hands guided her to release her grip on him so that she could take him. Meesei's best efforts were not stopping his pain, but it was more than Ahnasha could do. For now, she simply walked along with Meesei as they followed Neesa, looking upon Rhazii's burned features with tears in her eyes.
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Yeah, I think I may hold off on physically and mentally scarring tragedies for a while.
I think it is safe to say that the effects of these events will be felt for quite a long time.
At any rate, it is pretty late here. Goodnight.
At any rate, it is pretty late here. Goodnight.
The sprint back to the xanmeer was fast, even by the pack's standards. Despite the fact that most of them had been awake for about an entire day with no rest, they moved as fast as their legs could possibly carry them. As well, Neesa had absolutely no problem keeping up, as she could levitate about as fast as they could run. Neesa was the one taking the lead, especially once they reached the fog, as she knew the area well.
On the surface, it seemed like nothing at all was wrong, but even if the attack had already begun, they would have no way of knowing from above. With as much haste as they could muster, they climbed to the top of the xanmeer, then down into the catacombs below. Directly beneath the entrance, nothing seemed immediately wrong, but as the others were climbing down, Neesa caught something in the air. "Smell that? Smoke, this direction." She observed. It was faint, but the others could detect it as well. Frighteningly to Ahnasha, it was coming from the direction of the bedrooms.
As the group ran through the catacombs, the smell of smoke in the air grew stronger until it was visible, collecting near the ceiling. The majority of the catacombs were made from stone, which would limit how far any fire could spread, but there were definitely flammable items around...especially in the rooms. As they reached the cultists rooms, the smoke was plainly visible in the air, as well as the signs of battle before them. There were bodies of cultists and mercenaries alike littering the hallway, but it was ultimately the cultists who had emerged victorious, namely because of the Dunmer vampire lord before them. He held up one of the last surviving mercenaries in his telekinetic grasp as he tilted back his head with his hand, then sunk his teeth into his neck. Once he had his fill of blood, he tossed the corpse aside.
"You missed the fun, it seems." Llarvan commented when he saw his wife approach. "I have to give these pests credit for their ingenuity, but it did not make up for their weakness. Though, they did manage to inflict a few casualties and burn our living quarters."
While Neesa was content to stop and talk with her husband, since the battle was evidently over, Ahnasha bolted past them. She was the fastest member of the pack, so she was the first to reach the guest quarters. Just like the cultists' rooms, the there was smoke coming from each of the open doors, including her and Fendros' room, but even more, she heard it. The screaming in the air; too high pitched to be one of the cultists. It was Rhazii's frightened screams. she was sure of it. As she stormed into the room, she saw that much of the furniture was ablaze. The Khajiit who had been caring for her son was dead on the ground, caught up in the flames, but she did not care about her. Only Rhazii mattered. It was only seconds after she heard his screams once more that she saw him in the corner of the room, with flames on all sides of him. Ahnasha did not give so much as a moment's hesitation to run straight through the fire to reach Rhazii. His screams were piercing in her ears, as they carried not just fear, but pain. Terrible pain. Ahnasha scooped him up in her arms and sprinted back out of the room. Parts of Ahnasha's fur had caught fire, and her legs and arms were partially burned, but the others were not far behind.
As Ahnasha fell to her knees outside the room, the rest of the pack caught up. Foreseeing the issue of the flames, Meesei had transformed back into her normal form as she ran and was able to wash a weak frost spell over Ahnasha to put out the flames and push away the smoke. Even so, it did not stop Rhazii's blood-curdling screams. Ahnasha held him tightly to her chest as she shifted back into her Khajiit form in an attempt to calm him, but it was not until she finished her transformation and looked down at him that she saw the source of his cries. Rhazii had not been spared entirely from the flames. Unlike Ahnasha's brief exposure, which left her with a few moderate burns, Rhazii had been trapped with the flames surrounding him. His upper chest, neck, most of the left side of his face was burned severely, almost to the bone. It was a gruesome injury, which sent Ahnasha into tears. She held him tightly to her body and sobbed uncontrollably, only relinquishing some of her grip when Meesei rushed to kneel beside her and frantically began to heal Rhazii's burns.
On the surface, it seemed like nothing at all was wrong, but even if the attack had already begun, they would have no way of knowing from above. With as much haste as they could muster, they climbed to the top of the xanmeer, then down into the catacombs below. Directly beneath the entrance, nothing seemed immediately wrong, but as the others were climbing down, Neesa caught something in the air. "Smell that? Smoke, this direction." She observed. It was faint, but the others could detect it as well. Frighteningly to Ahnasha, it was coming from the direction of the bedrooms.
As the group ran through the catacombs, the smell of smoke in the air grew stronger until it was visible, collecting near the ceiling. The majority of the catacombs were made from stone, which would limit how far any fire could spread, but there were definitely flammable items around...especially in the rooms. As they reached the cultists rooms, the smoke was plainly visible in the air, as well as the signs of battle before them. There were bodies of cultists and mercenaries alike littering the hallway, but it was ultimately the cultists who had emerged victorious, namely because of the Dunmer vampire lord before them. He held up one of the last surviving mercenaries in his telekinetic grasp as he tilted back his head with his hand, then sunk his teeth into his neck. Once he had his fill of blood, he tossed the corpse aside.
"You missed the fun, it seems." Llarvan commented when he saw his wife approach. "I have to give these pests credit for their ingenuity, but it did not make up for their weakness. Though, they did manage to inflict a few casualties and burn our living quarters."
While Neesa was content to stop and talk with her husband, since the battle was evidently over, Ahnasha bolted past them. She was the fastest member of the pack, so she was the first to reach the guest quarters. Just like the cultists' rooms, the there was smoke coming from each of the open doors, including her and Fendros' room, but even more, she heard it. The screaming in the air; too high pitched to be one of the cultists. It was Rhazii's frightened screams. she was sure of it. As she stormed into the room, she saw that much of the furniture was ablaze. The Khajiit who had been caring for her son was dead on the ground, caught up in the flames, but she did not care about her. Only Rhazii mattered. It was only seconds after she heard his screams once more that she saw him in the corner of the room, with flames on all sides of him. Ahnasha did not give so much as a moment's hesitation to run straight through the fire to reach Rhazii. His screams were piercing in her ears, as they carried not just fear, but pain. Terrible pain. Ahnasha scooped him up in her arms and sprinted back out of the room. Parts of Ahnasha's fur had caught fire, and her legs and arms were partially burned, but the others were not far behind.
As Ahnasha fell to her knees outside the room, the rest of the pack caught up. Foreseeing the issue of the flames, Meesei had transformed back into her normal form as she ran and was able to wash a weak frost spell over Ahnasha to put out the flames and push away the smoke. Even so, it did not stop Rhazii's blood-curdling screams. Ahnasha held him tightly to her chest as she shifted back into her Khajiit form in an attempt to calm him, but it was not until she finished her transformation and looked down at him that she saw the source of his cries. Rhazii had not been spared entirely from the flames. Unlike Ahnasha's brief exposure, which left her with a few moderate burns, Rhazii had been trapped with the flames surrounding him. His upper chest, neck, most of the left side of his face was burned severely, almost to the bone. It was a gruesome injury, which sent Ahnasha into tears. She held him tightly to her body and sobbed uncontrollably, only relinquishing some of her grip when Meesei rushed to kneel beside her and frantically began to heal Rhazii's burns.
The pack rushed back upstairs out of the dungeon and into the keep's entryway. As Meesei had expected, Neesa was just making her way inside when they emerged from downstairs. She was still in her vampire lord form and had a fair number of her cultists with her, though it seemed that most of the hostilities had died down. Now, the cult was in the process of making prisoners out of the mercenaries who surrendered, along with their families. A fate worse than death likely awaited them, but as terrible as it was, the pack did not have time to dwell on that for the moment.
"Hmm, I see you found your friends. You didn't happen to see that kaoc of a noble down there, did you?" Neesa questioned as soon as she saw them.
"Yes, he is dead, but there is something more pressing. Before we arrived, he ordered a section of his men to mount an attack on your xanmeer." Meesei warned.
"That is disappointing; I had hoped to be able to kill him myself. No matter, the head of the snake has been severed. My husband will take care of the rest of those pathetic mercenaries in short order. Our magic will detect any attack long before it arrives." She answered confidently.
Meesei shook her head. "No, not this time. Apparently, they are going to be digging through from some rootworm tunnels near your xanmeer. They will be approaching underneath your fog."
Neesa seemed to actually consider the information a bit more seriously. "Hmm, that could pose a...moderate issue. My husband will still kill them, of course, but that might be enough to let them do some damage first. I would prefer that not happen. You are fast in those forms, are you not? You will join me back to the xanmeer. Vinaremo can take over here."
"There is one more thing. One of our members has been badly injured." Meesei explained, motioning to Kaleeth. "Do you have any healers with you?"
One of the Argonian mages with Neesa stepped forward, albeit a bit nervously. By the way he was looking at Kaleeth, it was clear that he was not quite accustomed to the pack's sense of modesty. "I, um, I can heal."
"Whatever, let's just get moving. I would rather get there before this attack begins." Neesa said dismissively as she turned to exit the keep. The Argonian who offered to help Kaleeth stepped towards her nervously, both due to her state of dress, and the rather frightening lycan holding her.
"Hmm, I see you found your friends. You didn't happen to see that kaoc of a noble down there, did you?" Neesa questioned as soon as she saw them.
"Yes, he is dead, but there is something more pressing. Before we arrived, he ordered a section of his men to mount an attack on your xanmeer." Meesei warned.
"That is disappointing; I had hoped to be able to kill him myself. No matter, the head of the snake has been severed. My husband will take care of the rest of those pathetic mercenaries in short order. Our magic will detect any attack long before it arrives." She answered confidently.
Meesei shook her head. "No, not this time. Apparently, they are going to be digging through from some rootworm tunnels near your xanmeer. They will be approaching underneath your fog."
Neesa seemed to actually consider the information a bit more seriously. "Hmm, that could pose a...moderate issue. My husband will still kill them, of course, but that might be enough to let them do some damage first. I would prefer that not happen. You are fast in those forms, are you not? You will join me back to the xanmeer. Vinaremo can take over here."
"There is one more thing. One of our members has been badly injured." Meesei explained, motioning to Kaleeth. "Do you have any healers with you?"
One of the Argonian mages with Neesa stepped forward, albeit a bit nervously. By the way he was looking at Kaleeth, it was clear that he was not quite accustomed to the pack's sense of modesty. "I, um, I can heal."
"Whatever, let's just get moving. I would rather get there before this attack begins." Neesa said dismissively as she turned to exit the keep. The Argonian who offered to help Kaleeth stepped towards her nervously, both due to her state of dress, and the rather frightening lycan holding her.
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?
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