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Internet has been out all day again, but luckily, it came back on earlier than midnight this time.
Alright, posted. Goodnight.
Hal-Neesa led the group past the throne room, into the part of the catacombs they had not previously been allowed into. They passed by a few closed doors before reaching a hallway filled with people rushing back and forth between rooms. Peering inside, Meesei caught glimpses of healers tending to wounded from the fight. At least it seemed like the cult was properly prepared to deal with injuries to its members. Neesa guided them into a room with several cots, along with potions and various types of medical supplies. All but two of the cots were filled, but for treating Rhazii, it was easier to set him on his back on one of the more elevated tables, though Meesei made sure to at least grab a blanket to set him on.
Meesei expected Neesa to grab the attention of one of the healers, or to just simply say that she could make use of the supplies present, but instead, she stood on the opposite side of the table from Meesei and Ahnasha, then slowly reached out and placed her hand on Rhazii's forehead. At first, the powerful healing spell she used seemed to glow as bright as the sun, and by the time the light dimmed to a more normal level, Rhazii had gone from screaming from his constant pain to a mere light sobbing, more from confusion than suffering. "I am a mother myself, you know. I have had three children with Llarvan, though none live here. Our daughters prefer a simple life in the village of my hatching....or at least the descendants of that village. The youngest, our son, he became a wanderer, an adventurer. He also chose not to accept the gift of our blood. Unlike you lycans, the gift is not passed from parent to child among us. He is a rebellious soul, but he is still my child."
As Neesa described her family, Rhazii's condition rapidly improved. Neesa accomplished in a few minutes what would have taken Meesei hours, and she took it even beyond that. She was able to rapidly regenerate his burned flesh, especially on the neck where his burns were the least severe. In that area, she was able to remove the burn almost entirely, to the point where it seemed like the fur could regrow. Unfortunately, his face and upper chest had been exposed far more directly to the flames. Even though she was able to mend his injuries far more effectively than most healers ever could, even her best effort could not rid him of his scars entirely. Neesa could regrow his skin and the flesh underneath, but the melted appearance of his scars were still very prominent. They would never be healed by any normal means, and the fur in those areas would not grow again.
Meesei expected Neesa to grab the attention of one of the healers, or to just simply say that she could make use of the supplies present, but instead, she stood on the opposite side of the table from Meesei and Ahnasha, then slowly reached out and placed her hand on Rhazii's forehead. At first, the powerful healing spell she used seemed to glow as bright as the sun, and by the time the light dimmed to a more normal level, Rhazii had gone from screaming from his constant pain to a mere light sobbing, more from confusion than suffering. "I am a mother myself, you know. I have had three children with Llarvan, though none live here. Our daughters prefer a simple life in the village of my hatching....or at least the descendants of that village. The youngest, our son, he became a wanderer, an adventurer. He also chose not to accept the gift of our blood. Unlike you lycans, the gift is not passed from parent to child among us. He is a rebellious soul, but he is still my child."
As Neesa described her family, Rhazii's condition rapidly improved. Neesa accomplished in a few minutes what would have taken Meesei hours, and she took it even beyond that. She was able to rapidly regenerate his burned flesh, especially on the neck where his burns were the least severe. In that area, she was able to remove the burn almost entirely, to the point where it seemed like the fur could regrow. Unfortunately, his face and upper chest had been exposed far more directly to the flames. Even though she was able to mend his injuries far more effectively than most healers ever could, even her best effort could not rid him of his scars entirely. Neesa could regrow his skin and the flesh underneath, but the melted appearance of his scars were still very prominent. They would never be healed by any normal means, and the fur in those areas would not grow again.
My internet cut out earlier today, so I wasn't able to respond. I'll probably make a shorter post now, but then I'll need to go to bed.
"We can mark this location and have someone pick up the body later. For now, we need to move. Although, we should approach this cautiously. There is always the possibility that he was lying, and had some implant with which to commit suicide. The room immediately next to this one was the reason we came this direction in the first place. Let's check that room to see if it is our target; if not, we can move on to the center of the station." Rareth decided. She took the lead as they moved to the opposite side of the room and left through a hallway, which led to the first potential data center.
Rareth stopped and leaned against the door, listening to what sounded like muffled voices on the other side. She couldn't quite make out what they were saying, but one of the voices was getting closer. "Potential hostiles inside, be ready." Rareth said quietly to the others before pressing the button to open the door. As it slid open, it revealed a surprised Masulu woman only a few meters from the door. She was not in combat gear, but she did have a handgun holstered on her side and her hand seemed to be reaching for it. As a result, Rareth opened fire with a burst from her pistol, which prompted the others to fire on her and the other hostile, a Tempu male, in the room. Both of them were cut down quickly.
"Check these terminals, see if there is anything interesting." Rareth said as she walked over to the terminal the Tempu had been working on. In most space stations or ships that expected to house multiple species regularly, all of the interfaces were built to easily and quickly shift between languages based on the user, so Rareth switched it to the Rothian language and got to work trying to figure out what he had been doing. Unfortunately, it did not take long to figure out that these particular computers were not being used to store the information they were after. In fact, they were not even connected to the station's main network. It seemed as if the Tempu had been trying to connect the station's defenses to be solely controlled by the computers in this room, which would make them less susceptible to outside hacking attempts. While it wasn't what they were looking for, it meant that they had not wasted their time by investigating this room, for Rareth was quite easily able to deactivate the station's external defenses, as the Tempu had not yet finished setting up security on the console. If the rebels wanted to fix it, they would have to send someone down to deal with it personally.
"Well, it's not what we needed, but i was at least able to shut down the external station defenses for the moment." Rareth explained, stepping into the middle of the room. She then activated a holographic display of the station schematics from her device, then marked the location the rebel had explained to them. "The way I see it, we have two ways to approach this. There are a few maintenance shafts and smaller corridors we can take to reach the data center. It will be safer, but will take quite a bit longer. If the rebels figure out how to disable the radio jammer in that time, this mission is pretty much over. The other option is to head straight there through the main hallways and elevators. It's a much shorter path, but we're guaranteed to get into some firefights, and not like the last one where we had the element of surprise."
Rareth stopped and leaned against the door, listening to what sounded like muffled voices on the other side. She couldn't quite make out what they were saying, but one of the voices was getting closer. "Potential hostiles inside, be ready." Rareth said quietly to the others before pressing the button to open the door. As it slid open, it revealed a surprised Masulu woman only a few meters from the door. She was not in combat gear, but she did have a handgun holstered on her side and her hand seemed to be reaching for it. As a result, Rareth opened fire with a burst from her pistol, which prompted the others to fire on her and the other hostile, a Tempu male, in the room. Both of them were cut down quickly.
"Check these terminals, see if there is anything interesting." Rareth said as she walked over to the terminal the Tempu had been working on. In most space stations or ships that expected to house multiple species regularly, all of the interfaces were built to easily and quickly shift between languages based on the user, so Rareth switched it to the Rothian language and got to work trying to figure out what he had been doing. Unfortunately, it did not take long to figure out that these particular computers were not being used to store the information they were after. In fact, they were not even connected to the station's main network. It seemed as if the Tempu had been trying to connect the station's defenses to be solely controlled by the computers in this room, which would make them less susceptible to outside hacking attempts. While it wasn't what they were looking for, it meant that they had not wasted their time by investigating this room, for Rareth was quite easily able to deactivate the station's external defenses, as the Tempu had not yet finished setting up security on the console. If the rebels wanted to fix it, they would have to send someone down to deal with it personally.
"Well, it's not what we needed, but i was at least able to shut down the external station defenses for the moment." Rareth explained, stepping into the middle of the room. She then activated a holographic display of the station schematics from her device, then marked the location the rebel had explained to them. "The way I see it, we have two ways to approach this. There are a few maintenance shafts and smaller corridors we can take to reach the data center. It will be safer, but will take quite a bit longer. If the rebels figure out how to disable the radio jammer in that time, this mission is pretty much over. The other option is to head straight there through the main hallways and elevators. It's a much shorter path, but we're guaranteed to get into some firefights, and not like the last one where we had the element of surprise."
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.
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.
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.
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