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Ashes [EliteCommander and Vesuvius00]

Tarentek gave a polite and understanding nod. There was no doubt that what they would find would be alarming, he just hoped they took the threat seriously enough to be cautious. "Thank you, sir. I would just advise that you take extra precautions on your scouting mission. This enemy is highly deadly, and I do not know how they will react to seeing you. If they annexed the city, they may not shoot on sight, but if they destroyed it and are still salvaging the remains, that may not be the case."

With his final word of caution, Tarentek approached Onyx once more and awaited her guidance to wherever she would take him. As much as Onyx's gift of water had helped him, he still had a long way to go for a full recovery. He could hardly recall the last time he had eaten, and he was still on the verge of dehydration.

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I cannot really think of anything else either.

Ashes [EliteCommander and Vesuvius00]

Tarentek closed up his robe after showing his scars, as they seemed to have had the intended effect. In a way, it was fortunate he had not been well-fed enough for his scars to heal any more than they already had. With proper nutrition, they would be gone in a week or two. Since he now seemed a bit more receptive, Tarentek felt he actually had a good chance of persuading him to take action.

"As I said, my home has been conquered or destroyed. I did not come here under orders, as I had no superiors to order me. My entire purpose for life was found within that city, and now that it is gone, my only purpose is to fight against the advance of this Empire. But, you are correct, we have had next to no contact with your people, and when I fled my home, I did not first think to come here specifically. The reason I am here to deliver this warning is because Onyx saved my life, so in return, I hope to save yours." Tarentek explained.

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I'm assuming most or all of us will have at least a few grenades for a fight, but the explosives expert brings something a bit bigger to the table.

Rockets, anyone?

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

As Kaleeth and Vera were passing through an unpopulated hallway on their way to the classroom, she saw the hints of Vera's true mood. Seeing the sudden shift made Kaleeth noticeably more sympathetic to Vera. She could imagine losing her husband would be painful by itself, but to have to act like nothing was wrong as well? It was something Kaleeth hoped they could somehow make right in the future.

When they reached the classroom, Kaleeth was not really sure what she should say to the children. Fortunately, it did not seem like she would have to say anything, as Vera got started with her lesson almost right away. Despite all being lycans, the children all seemed just as lively and...innocent as any hatchling she had seen back in her village. The fact that they, and everyone around them, had ferocious beasts within them did not seem to matter to their young minds. True, they could not transform themselves, but it was still a though that made her smile. As for the lesson itself, Kaleeth likely did not have to worry about becoming bored, as it was about something she was interest in. She did not know how to read in Cyrodilic either.

"Imagination'll get you killed if it doesn't come with sense." Lorag retorted. He obviously was not budging on his position, as he was certain he was in the right. The fact that Harriet was far too stubborn to listen did not seem to matter to him.

"That style gives too little and takes too much. Sure, you won, but you could probably beat him with about anything around here. Fact is, two swords isn't efficient. If you fought someone just as good as you with a different setup, you'd lose. Not without some dumb luck saving you." Just like with his own pack, Lorag did not hesitate with criticism. Everyone who had ever trained him had been a taskmaster of some form or another, so doing the same was natural for him.

Immediately after he finished speaking, he gave a glance to the Redguard. "She's not wrong 'bout the reach, though. Press every advantage you got."

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I think we should all put a synopsis of our characters' abilities here to help people pick their roles. As I mentioned, my character is basically the tank. I am going with a Ssi-ruu, a species that is about as big and strong as a wookiee, with blaster-resistant hides and a very keen sense of smell. To balance that out, I'm not having any real skills outside combat. They also have some other disadvantages with them, like eyesight poorer than that of a human. My character's primary weapon will be a heavy repeater, so I'll basically be the machine gunner of the group and, obviously, strong in melee. If no one else decides to specialize in rockets and explosives and such, I can pick up that role, as someone will need to take it, but I don't want to give too much to my character.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Kaleeth did not expect Vera's answer, though she supposed it made sense. For someone who had just turned into a lycan, learning to live in the clan would be a relatively small problem. They would be a lot more worried about coming to terms with their lycanthropy than anything, and like Vera said, being made to be so close to the rest of the clan could even be helpful.

"Oh, no it's fine." Kaleeth answered, pausing a moment to try to think of where to begin. "It was like this in a lot of ways, but we didn't stay in one place. We moved our village with the seasons to get away from floods. We always set up our village in around a HIst tree in a few different places. Once you're old enough, everyone has to help out somehow, but most hatchlings spend a lot of their time training for their future role. I trained to be a hunter, so that's why I have my tattoos. Every hunter has to go through a difficult test to earn them. Mine show...resilience, I think is the right word."

Meesei gave a slight chuckle. "I believe that is all we know at the moment. It is slow, and is a poison. I believe Sabine just wants to learn more about it: how long it would take to work, what it is made of, and other such properties."

Since Meesei was not as directly needed as Sabine, she looked around a moment, then found an empty chair in which to take a seat. She nodded to Sabine for her to proceeding, hoping that she would gather from her casual tone that she should avoid giving away too much information if at all possible.

Although Lorag was not participating in the duel, he had no problem giving his comments on it. His mother's harsh training early in life, coupled with his unforgiving Legion training, made it difficult for him to avoid pointing out anything he perceived as a flaw in an ally's technique. "I'm with the skittish Redguard on this one. Two swords is more flashy than effective. You'd be better off with a parrying dagger, or better yet, a buckler. You'd get a better defense, with the same or better attack. Sure, two swords can work, just like killing someone with a rusty fork can work. You'd just be better at killing with somethin' else."

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I already know what I want to make. Someone tough, strong, good to put straight in the middle of a fight. Basically, the tank.

Ashes [EliteCommander and Vesuvius00]

Tarentek did not expect convincing their leader to be easy, and while he was not quite as accepting as he hoped, he knew that it could be going far worse. Raldel's skepticism was understandable, even if his people weren't as secluded as they were. All Tarentek had to do was provide compelling enough evidence to make him take the threat seriously.

"She brought me here because I showed what this enemy can do. I still bear the scars of the attack." He explained before pulling back his robe just as before, revealing the scars that still covered a large section of his body. They evidenced a weapon that gave burns, along with many smaller cuts, but above all, the scars showed that the enemy had weapons entirely unlike any Raldel's people had likely seen before. "I was hit by a glancing blow from one of the weapons they have learned to use. It was a small object, not unlike a fruit in its shape, but made of metal, or at least it looked like metal. In an instant, it went from being harmless on the ground, to creating a deafeningly loud fireball of light and heat. It was hard to tell in the moment exactly what happened, but I think it sent out many objects, like small bullets, in all directions. I was far enough away to only be wounded, but my allies closer to the weapon had their flesh torn from their bone. It is a weapon that would be easy to use against flying opponents such as your people. There are many other things I can describe to you about their capabilities, given enough time, but if you are still doubting their existence, then I would recommend you send scouts to the city of Amman, to the northeast. If you do not know its location, I can point it out on any maps you might have. They either captured or destroyed the city, but in either case, their soldiers would still be present. You could see for yourselves their numbers and advanced weaponry." Tarentek recommended.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Even though Kaleeth knew that learning about the clan was simply a cover, she was surprised at how convincing Vera seemed to be. She almost believed Vera was being genuine. Although she did not necessarily need to remember everything Vera was saying, she decided to pay attention anyway. Not only would it make it easier for her to act believable, but it probably would be helpful to know more about the clan anyway. They did not know who the murderer was, and there was really no telling what knowledge would be useful, so she reasoned that it could not hurt to learn as much as she could.

"So everyone helps out with everything? It was the same way in my village, and it makes more sense to me than what they do in Imperial cities. We all had our own roles, but we helped anyone who needed it. Elders didn't have to, but most did something to help if their bodies let them. Though, if lycans come here from places like cities...is it hard to get new lycans to live this way?" Kaleeth asked, genuinely curious. She had been through the jarring experience of seeing how Imperials live after coming from her village, but she wondered if the reverse would be just as difficult.

Meesei returned Carana's greeting with a polite nod and a greeting of her own. "Yes, actually." She began with a friendly smile. As they were waiting, Meesei had thought about a way they might approach this. Her pack had arrived only the previous day with plenty of belongings of their own, so it was entirely possible to simply imply that they already had the poison before arriving. She did not want to lie directly and say that, of course, but with the right attitude and wording, she could strongly imply that was the case to the point that they might not question it. "We have something that Sabine has been wanting to test to learn more about it. It is a finished concoction, and from my understanding, it has been proving...stubborn. Do you think you could provide some assistance?"

Lorag gave a grunt. "Hmph, whatever." He commented just before Harriet called the attention of one of her pack. He looked like a reasonably trained fighter, but he didn't want to judge before seeing him in action. There was a time that Lorag believed he could easily size anyone up just by looking at them, but that was before he met Meesei. She did not exactly look defenseless at a glance, as most lycans naturally had a stronger physique than normal, but she did not look intimidating either, at least not by pure appearances.

Lorag chuckled for a moment after Harriet's question. "That city boy? I'd love to see him get knocked down a peg or two, but he's got some training. He was Fighter's Guild before he turned, and he's picked up Legion training from me. We've all been through some rough fights. Anyway, how 'bout you show me what he can do?"