Ssarak Dyreackthanose
Ssarak let go of Lyn's hand so she could go to Alaira. If there was one thing that he could trust, it was that she would keep her safe. "She will be fine, it will just take a few hours for the rune to heal it.." He commented. Although nothing about his expression changed, he was almost angry at how dismissive Alaira seemed to be about her actions before. She had very nearly gotten everyone in the wagon, including Lyn, killed, but that did not seem to register in her mind. It was clear that they were going to have to open her eyes to that fact soon, but now was not the time for that conversation. Instead, he simply remained silent and waited for his chicken to finish cooking. He had already paid the innkeeper, so once it was ready, he took Lyn's portion and placed it down in front of her. The scent of the meat was all the more tantalizing now that it was actually theirs to consume, so he had a feeling Lyn would not care that it was not the soup once she started eating. "Here you go Lyn. If you want any more, be sure to let Alaira here know that you are still hungry. She might not be able to read your thoughts as I can, but I am sure she will understand." He said, giving a nod to Alaira before returning to the table with Meirin.
Ssarak wished he could take a seat, but he still didn't trust the chairs to hold him. Regardless, it did not bother him to eat while standing, and the size of his mouth allowed him to eat his meal rather quickly. It likely would not be enough to make him feel satisfied after such an exhausting day, but he needed to budget carefully for this journey. They had lost some time due to the attack at the bridge, and the addition of Lyn was going to increase their food expense if taking her back to the college was not an option. "How are you feeling? Are you ready to use the rune now?" Ssarak asked.
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Ssarak Dyreackthanose
Ssarak listened and picked up on Lyn's thoughts. It made sense that she would eat meat, given who her mother was, but he had wanted to be sure. He was aware that Naga ate meat pretty much exclusively, but he did not know if it was just a strong preference, as with Esyire, or a nutritional requirement. There were some beings who could eat only meat and would become sick, and could even die, if they ate some types of plants. It was easy to tell that she wanted to try the soup, but since he did not know if that was the case with Lyn, he decided to air on the side of caution.
"If you normally eat meat, then we should stick with that for now. Some meat-eating creatures become sick if they eat anything but meat. I do not know if that is true for you, but let's be safe. When we return you to your mother, I can help you ask her for different kinds of foods. Does that sound good?" Ssarak asked, though it was more of a rhetorical question, as he had already made the decision on what to order. When the innkeeper came around to him, he ordered enough chicken for both himself and Lyn. He was tempted to order another item for himself, but he elected not to so that he did not make Lyn feel jealous by tempting her with something else she might want.
Once the order was placed, Ssarak looked down to Lyn once more. "It should not be too long before our chicken is ready. Come, let's go over to Alaira while we wait." He said. Ssarak knew that Alaira had spent more time than most around Lyn since her birth, so Lyn was no doubt quite familiar with her, and therefore comfortable around her. Given Alaira's personality, he found it strange that she seemed to care so much about Lyn, but he had no doubt that her compassion was genuine. No matter how reckless she was, Ssarak had no doubt that Alaira would not willingly put Lyn into harm's way. As Ssarak walked up to Alaira with Lyn, he gave her a serious expression, but he had no intention to have the inevitable argument with her just yet. There was no reason to have Lyn around for that. "Alaira." He said simply to grab her attention. "I would like to have a...conversation with you soon, but for now, I need to help Meirin deal with her injuries. Once we finish our meals, could you watch after Lyn? I do not want to leave her alone in this place."
Ssarak listened and picked up on Lyn's thoughts. It made sense that she would eat meat, given who her mother was, but he had wanted to be sure. He was aware that Naga ate meat pretty much exclusively, but he did not know if it was just a strong preference, as with Esyire, or a nutritional requirement. There were some beings who could eat only meat and would become sick, and could even die, if they ate some types of plants. It was easy to tell that she wanted to try the soup, but since he did not know if that was the case with Lyn, he decided to air on the side of caution.
"If you normally eat meat, then we should stick with that for now. Some meat-eating creatures become sick if they eat anything but meat. I do not know if that is true for you, but let's be safe. When we return you to your mother, I can help you ask her for different kinds of foods. Does that sound good?" Ssarak asked, though it was more of a rhetorical question, as he had already made the decision on what to order. When the innkeeper came around to him, he ordered enough chicken for both himself and Lyn. He was tempted to order another item for himself, but he elected not to so that he did not make Lyn feel jealous by tempting her with something else she might want.
Once the order was placed, Ssarak looked down to Lyn once more. "It should not be too long before our chicken is ready. Come, let's go over to Alaira while we wait." He said. Ssarak knew that Alaira had spent more time than most around Lyn since her birth, so Lyn was no doubt quite familiar with her, and therefore comfortable around her. Given Alaira's personality, he found it strange that she seemed to care so much about Lyn, but he had no doubt that her compassion was genuine. No matter how reckless she was, Ssarak had no doubt that Alaira would not willingly put Lyn into harm's way. As Ssarak walked up to Alaira with Lyn, he gave her a serious expression, but he had no intention to have the inevitable argument with her just yet. There was no reason to have Lyn around for that. "Alaira." He said simply to grab her attention. "I would like to have a...conversation with you soon, but for now, I need to help Meirin deal with her injuries. Once we finish our meals, could you watch after Lyn? I do not want to leave her alone in this place."
"Agreed. We'll double back to the elevator and take it up to the center level of the station. It can take us to one of the station's four main cargo passageways, which leads straight into the central storage chamber for raw materials. We do not need to head all the way to the chamber, but we will have to go most of the way to this door here, which leads to the data center that normally controls the mining operation. According to the rebel we interrogated, it will also hold the information we need." Rareth explained, pointing out each location on the map before closing it and starting off towards the elevator.
As she walked, Rareth continued explaining the plan. "Since we're going loud, Shuo can take point. If there is no resistance, it will only take us a few minutes to reach the data center, but I wouldn't count on that." Rareth commented as she stepped into the elevator. It was cramped inside, but luckily, everyone could fit at the same time. "Just be ready for anything once this door opens."
Fortunately, the elevator was fast and allowed them to reach the freight passageway rather quickly. The door opened into a massive passageway which ran perpendicular to the way they were facing. There were no hostiles immediately in front of them, but Rareth could hear voices to the right complaining about their broken radios. The hallway itself was large enough to fit heavy machinery, as its primary purpose was to facilitate the transportation of the raw materials the company mined to storage in the center of the station. When the rebels attacked, it had obviously stopped all mining operations, so the floating pallets carrying containers of the materials were now deactivated on the floor of the passageway and could be used for cover.
As the team moved out into the passageway, they spotted a group of three armed rebels to the right, which was the direction they needed to go, who also spotted them at the same time. Since Rareth's team already had their weapons at the ready, however, the rebel group stood no chance of returning fire before being cut down by a veritable firing squad. Unfortunately, that group of three were not the only rebels in the passageway, and just over a dozen hostiles were alerted by the gunfire. Even without their radios, the rebels were surprisingly quick to react, as it only took a few seconds for the officers present to start shouting orders. Unlike their last encounter, the team did not have a chance to surround and eliminate their foes all at once, so it was going to be a bit more even of a fight. As Rareth's team got to cover, several of the rebels laid down suppressing fire. Rareth heard one of the enemy's officer's shout something about moving up to flank, but it wasn't certain if they were coming from the left or right.
Since the passageway was essentially divided into two sides by the line of containers in the center, Rareth reasoned that it would be advantageous to focus on one side so they would not be getting hit from both. "Push up on the left." Rareth said, hopefully quietly enough that the enemy could not hear.
As she walked, Rareth continued explaining the plan. "Since we're going loud, Shuo can take point. If there is no resistance, it will only take us a few minutes to reach the data center, but I wouldn't count on that." Rareth commented as she stepped into the elevator. It was cramped inside, but luckily, everyone could fit at the same time. "Just be ready for anything once this door opens."
Fortunately, the elevator was fast and allowed them to reach the freight passageway rather quickly. The door opened into a massive passageway which ran perpendicular to the way they were facing. There were no hostiles immediately in front of them, but Rareth could hear voices to the right complaining about their broken radios. The hallway itself was large enough to fit heavy machinery, as its primary purpose was to facilitate the transportation of the raw materials the company mined to storage in the center of the station. When the rebels attacked, it had obviously stopped all mining operations, so the floating pallets carrying containers of the materials were now deactivated on the floor of the passageway and could be used for cover.
As the team moved out into the passageway, they spotted a group of three armed rebels to the right, which was the direction they needed to go, who also spotted them at the same time. Since Rareth's team already had their weapons at the ready, however, the rebel group stood no chance of returning fire before being cut down by a veritable firing squad. Unfortunately, that group of three were not the only rebels in the passageway, and just over a dozen hostiles were alerted by the gunfire. Even without their radios, the rebels were surprisingly quick to react, as it only took a few seconds for the officers present to start shouting orders. Unlike their last encounter, the team did not have a chance to surround and eliminate their foes all at once, so it was going to be a bit more even of a fight. As Rareth's team got to cover, several of the rebels laid down suppressing fire. Rareth heard one of the enemy's officer's shout something about moving up to flank, but it wasn't certain if they were coming from the left or right.
Since the passageway was essentially divided into two sides by the line of containers in the center, Rareth reasoned that it would be advantageous to focus on one side so they would not be getting hit from both. "Push up on the left." Rareth said, hopefully quietly enough that the enemy could not hear.
The pack was hoping to be able to depart after their meeting, and since they had no real place to store their belongings anyway, they carried everything with them to the throne room. Since all of them had been either confined within a single room in the infirmary, or out of the xanmeer for most of the day, they had not seen how active the cult had been throughout the day working on repairs. Or, more accurately, how active their thralls had been. Based on the number of undead they passed in the halls, it seemed like the cult was using the reanimated corpses of the mercenaries for almost all of the labor needed for repairs. Though unsettling to the pack, from the cult's point of view, it was a sensible course of action.
Once they arrived in the throne room, they found it mostly devoid of people, save for the skeletons and a few member of the cult, including Orskan, who notified them that Neesa would arrive to meet with them in about half an hour. The pack set down their supplies and took their seats at the long dining tables at the sides of the rooms while they waited. For Ahnasha, seeing Orskan brought to mind the deal they had made for his tome. They had already filled one of the gems, and it would only take a few more to fulfill their side of the bargain. Since they were not likely to be sticking around after they were free to leave, however, they had only a short time to fill them, or return them empty. Ahnasha nudged Fendros and motioned to his bag. "Hey, you were able to recover those gems, right? Maybe we should head over to wherever they keep their prisoners and see if we can take a few souls for ourselves." She suggested completely seriously. At this point, she had completely dehumanized the mercenaries in her mind.
Once they arrived in the throne room, they found it mostly devoid of people, save for the skeletons and a few member of the cult, including Orskan, who notified them that Neesa would arrive to meet with them in about half an hour. The pack set down their supplies and took their seats at the long dining tables at the sides of the rooms while they waited. For Ahnasha, seeing Orskan brought to mind the deal they had made for his tome. They had already filled one of the gems, and it would only take a few more to fulfill their side of the bargain. Since they were not likely to be sticking around after they were free to leave, however, they had only a short time to fill them, or return them empty. Ahnasha nudged Fendros and motioned to his bag. "Hey, you were able to recover those gems, right? Maybe we should head over to wherever they keep their prisoners and see if we can take a few souls for ourselves." She suggested completely seriously. At this point, she had completely dehumanized the mercenaries in her mind.
It has been hectic the past few days, but I should be able to post tomorrow.
Meesei was glad to recover what they had, even if it was only a portion of what they started with. Their material belongings could be replaced, but their lives could not. She packed away the city clothes and put on what was left of her normal clothes. They were torn and damaged, especially on the upper half, but it wouldn't take too much hide or leather to repair it. Once they had collected enough hide to make the rest of the bedrolls they needed, she could fix it. For now, they needed to focus on their upcoming meeting, which would not be long, though that didn't stop Lorag from taking the opportunity to scrape some of the rust from his armor.
Ahnasha gave a genuine smile at the sight of the pendant. Before, she had gotten so used to wearing it that she almost forgot about it...until it was gone, of course. As she grabbed it and hung it once more around her neck, Rhazii's mouth opened wide as if she had taken his most prized possession. He looked as if he was going to cry until she held him close enough to her that he could start playing with it once more. As long as he did not try to eat the pendant, it would be fine...so it probably would not be fine.
"I'm okay, don't worry about me. And yes, Rhazii is as happy as he has ever been. He isn't old enough to understand, though. I do not look forward to having to explain this to him when he gets older." Ahnasha answered.
Once she had gathered the remains of her belongings, along with her fair share of their supplies, Meesei stood by the door and looked over the others. "I think it is about time we leave for this meeting. Take some time to gather your things and catch your breath; we will leave in about ten minutes and wait in the throne room for our...hosts."
Ahnasha gave a genuine smile at the sight of the pendant. Before, she had gotten so used to wearing it that she almost forgot about it...until it was gone, of course. As she grabbed it and hung it once more around her neck, Rhazii's mouth opened wide as if she had taken his most prized possession. He looked as if he was going to cry until she held him close enough to her that he could start playing with it once more. As long as he did not try to eat the pendant, it would be fine...so it probably would not be fine.
"I'm okay, don't worry about me. And yes, Rhazii is as happy as he has ever been. He isn't old enough to understand, though. I do not look forward to having to explain this to him when he gets older." Ahnasha answered.
Once she had gathered the remains of her belongings, along with her fair share of their supplies, Meesei stood by the door and looked over the others. "I think it is about time we leave for this meeting. Take some time to gather your things and catch your breath; we will leave in about ten minutes and wait in the throne room for our...hosts."
Meesei was glad to recover what they had, even if it was only a portion of what they started with. Their material belongings could be replaced, but their lives could not. She packed away the city clothes and put on what was left of her normal clothes. They were torn and damaged, especially on the upper half, but it wouldn't take too much hide or leather to repair it. Once they had collected enough hide to make the rest of the bedrolls they needed, she could fix it. For now, they needed to focus on their upcoming meeting, which would not be long, though that didn't stop Lorag from taking the opportunity to scrape some of the rust from his armor.
Ahnasha gave a genuine smile at the sight of the pendant. Before, she had gotten so used to wearing it that she almost forgot about it...until it was gone, of course. As she grabbed it and hung it once more around her neck, Rhazii's mouth opened wide as if she had taken his most prized possession. He looked as if he was going to cry until she held him close enough to her that he could start playing with it once more. As long as he did not try to eat the pendant, it would be fine...so it probably would not be fine.
"I'm okay, don't worry about me. And yes, Rhazii is as happy as he has ever been. He isn't old enough to understand, though. I do not look forward to having to explain this to him when he gets older." Ahnasha answered.
Once she had gathered the remains of her belongings, along with her fair share of their supplies, Meesei stood by the door and looked over the others. "I think it is about time we leave for this meeting. Take some time to gather your things and catch your breath; we will leave in about ten minutes and wait in the throne room for our...hosts."
Ahnasha gave a genuine smile at the sight of the pendant. Before, she had gotten so used to wearing it that she almost forgot about it...until it was gone, of course. As she grabbed it and hung it once more around her neck, Rhazii's mouth opened wide as if she had taken his most prized possession. He looked as if he was going to cry until she held him close enough to her that he could start playing with it once more. As long as he did not try to eat the pendant, it would be fine...so it probably would not be fine.
"I'm okay, don't worry about me. And yes, Rhazii is as happy as he has ever been. He isn't old enough to understand, though. I do not look forward to having to explain this to him when he gets older." Ahnasha answered.
Once she had gathered the remains of her belongings, along with her fair share of their supplies, Meesei stood by the door and looked over the others. "I think it is about time we leave for this meeting. Take some time to gather your things and catch your breath; we will leave in about ten minutes and wait in the throne room for our...hosts."
Yeah, I'm going to be rather busy too.
I still need to talk to whoever it was who was going to give Xan a bounty. If I'm not doing that one, I'll need to have him take one of the bounty board jobs.
Ahnasha accepted Sabine's hug, and even returned it as much as she could with Rhazii in her arms, but inside, she was still denying that there was a problem. She smiled and thanked them just to convince them to stop talking about it. The torture was over, and she just wanted to be done with it. Though it was terrifying to think back on those still-vivid memories of her living vivisection, her body had been healed. She had a few scars, but as far as she could tell, everything in her body was still working fine. Why would she continue to talk about it?
Over the rest of the day, Ahnasha at least attempted to put on an act of being in a better mood. It helped that Rhazii's condition was improving even further, so she actually had something to be happy about. Instead of a fleshy red color, the burned area took on a more natural skin color, thanks to a combination of potions, and his own natural healing factor. His scars could potentially improve a bit more, but for all intents and purposes, his wounds were healed and he was in as good health as he would ever be.
During the few hours of wait before the others returned, they kept Rhazii entertained, as well as tried to teach Leaps a few commands. They were just starting to become bored when the others returned to the infirmary with all of the equipment they had salvaged from the battlefield. It was easy to see that the baggage they carried annoyed the healers who still had to take care of the wounded around them, but they were going to be leaving shortly enough, so none of them said a word.
As they were setting down their bags and catching their breath, Meesei walked up to them and started glancing over their bags. "Welcome back; it's good to see you were able to recover so much. Were you able to find all of our armor and clothing, or will we need to make more?" She asked.
Over the rest of the day, Ahnasha at least attempted to put on an act of being in a better mood. It helped that Rhazii's condition was improving even further, so she actually had something to be happy about. Instead of a fleshy red color, the burned area took on a more natural skin color, thanks to a combination of potions, and his own natural healing factor. His scars could potentially improve a bit more, but for all intents and purposes, his wounds were healed and he was in as good health as he would ever be.
During the few hours of wait before the others returned, they kept Rhazii entertained, as well as tried to teach Leaps a few commands. They were just starting to become bored when the others returned to the infirmary with all of the equipment they had salvaged from the battlefield. It was easy to see that the baggage they carried annoyed the healers who still had to take care of the wounded around them, but they were going to be leaving shortly enough, so none of them said a word.
As they were setting down their bags and catching their breath, Meesei walked up to them and started glancing over their bags. "Welcome back; it's good to see you were able to recover so much. Were you able to find all of our armor and clothing, or will we need to make more?" She asked.
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