EliteCommander

Ashes [EliteCommander and Vesuvius00]

Tarentek spent time exercising each part of his body, making sure to allow himself plenty of time for rest so as not to overexert himself. He wanted to know if there was any part of himself that was particularly weakened or had not recovered fully, but it seemed like his healing had been spread evenly over his body. Moving through each of his normal exercises, he had encountered no unexpected pains or other surprises. He could not directly test his mind, but he had not noticed any loss of ability when it came to problem solving. In Amman, Tarentek liked to exercise his mind as well as his body. In the courtyard of Amman's university, there was a sort of public recreation area which was usually the site of large gatherings each day. Among the frequent events in the courtyard were tests of mental ability produced by students or professors who had the time and desire to interact with the public. Not all in the city took advantage of the opportunity, but Tarentek could be found in the university courtyard nearly every day.

Given how active he had been, Tarentek was able to eat his lunch early. He prepared a simple dish of baked fish and mixed vegetables, as he was not quite in the mood to prepare anything more complicated. Instead, he took advantage of the motivation he presently felt and returned to his exercises. This time, he found a place just above one of the interior doorways which he could grab onto for pull-ups. As he trained, his mind shifted to the mission ahead, and the specifics of what he would need to do in order to prepare Onyx and the rest of his escort.

Star Wars - Scum and Villainy

Our employer might already know about it. As far as everyone else, not sure if you should tell them. It would help them know how to react.

Ashes [EliteCommander and Vesuvius00]

At first, Tarentek tried to pass the time by returning to bed and taking a nap. It was nice to rest, but he could only sleep for so long, and he wasn't the type who enjoyed lounging around lazily. As he got up out of bed, he started to notice how much better he was feeling; almost to the point that he was back to normal. Honestly, he was probably ready to leave on his mission at any point now, though he still felt it would be worthwhile to give his escort some training on how to behave in Tel Nof before leaving. Of course, he would need to know who the escort would consist of before he could do that.

For the moment, Tarentek decided to test his recovery through training. If he was back to normal, then he had some ground to make up with his exercise routine. He cleared out a space in the floor of the main room and, after stretching his muscles, started out with sit-ups, broken up by points where he could rest and rehydrate. Tarentek did not have quite his normal endurance, but enough exercise would bring that back to normal over time. Afterwards, he looked around the den and gathered up any relatively heavy, non-fragile items he could find and tied them together into weights. Back in Amman, they used bags of sand for their exercise routines, but currently, Tarentek felt it might be best not to bring an excess of sand into Onyx's home, which would inevitably end up spilling out all over her floor. She would not appreciate that, likely.

Despite the soreness and pain in his body, Tarentek's mind felt almost relaxed now that he was exercising again. It had been part of his daily routine ever since he had joined his people's military. Many times, he found the routines to be annoying, or at least boring, but he could not have guessed how much he would miss something as simple as exercise once he became physically unable to do it. The weakness he had felt during the past few weeks had been both mentally and physically devastating, but now, he could not be more relieved that he was so close to being back to normal.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Meesei gave no ground, figuratively or literally. She maintained her calm, but serious demeanor, despite the accusations of the Orc. She did not give in to emotion, but she was also careful not to sound too detached, as she needed the clan to be able to identify with her. "I understand why you would accuse me; you do not have all of the information on the events surrounding the murder. I wish I could share everything with you all right now, but there are some pieces of evidence that cannot be revealed before the trial itself. People are...afraid, understandably, and they may not be able to will themselves to see the full picture before acting. There is, however, some I can share."

Meesei glanced around for a moment at the crowd. At the very least, their attention was focused on her, instead of each other. Now, she just needed the words to at least partially pacify their fears. "I can tell you why I am not suspected in this tragedy. Jerrick was warned of his murder by our lord Hircine. He was warned that it would come after my arrival, but not by me. He told me of this. Myself and my pack tried to save him, but the traitor had already struck. In the brief time we had, however, we planned ahead. Jerrick wrote letters to certain individuals explaining all I just said, and more. He included stories or memories which proved the letters were from him. I regret I cannot tell you their identities right now. As the attack on Oswall has shown, they would not be safe. However, you could ask any of the lieutenants and they would tell you the same. Even Harriet herself does not dispute this. I know that she is your leader, and it is hard to believe that one so close to you could have done something so heinous, but I urge you to try to think about the possibility. The only reason it is Harriet I am accusing is because the evidence has narrowed the suspects down to only her. Based on the evidence, she was the only one with opportunity. I do not know Harriet in the same way as all of you, but I do know the depth of our enemy's depravity. Clavicus Vile is devious, and cunning. There exists magic that can warp a person's mind, to bend their will to match the caster's designs. Simple forms of this are the common calm, fear, and frenzy spells which I am sure you have heard of. But Clavicus Vile is a Daedric Prince with access to power beyond that of any mortal; he could craft far more insidious, more permanent magic. I cannot yet say if the traitor has been influenced by the enemy, but it is not a possibility which can be discounted. Harriet could be a victim in this, someone who might be saved." Meesei explained. It was not impossible that Harriet could be the victim of magical influence, though that is not something that one could simply accomplish in a few hours, even a Daedra Lord. She did not yet have any evidence that Harriet was not acting of her own free will, but it was possible, and if Harriet's followers could believe that Harriet could be a victim as well, then they might be able to believe her capable of committing the murder.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

The only problem with that I see is that we know there is only one exit, but our characters don't. Otherwise, Ssarak would suggest leading them into an ambush. He wouldn't want to smoke them out because, for all they know, there could be captives down there. I'm not sure if there is a slave trade in Djarkel, but I can think of multiple reasons bandits would want to take prisoners.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Barely big enough to house Ssarak without him squatting. Rough dimension: seven-foot high ceiling, 60x35 feet, however there's a specific internal structure that I won't reveal until you actually go inside. I'll tell you this much: There are "Rooms" inside. To compare the cave is roughly the size of a small house, but underground. use this as a reference.



If you can see it on the image, there is a square grid. Each square is roughly five-feet by five-feet. The cave itself would be what the house in the image is, but without a rear entrance.

@Lucius Cypher

That's not actually the description you gave in IC. You said: "While it would be large enough to house Ssarak just fine, the ceiling of the underground cave was just a few feet above his head; there was very little room to maneuver in such tight spaces." A few feet above Ssarak's head would be a 9 or 10 foot ceiling.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

As far as size goes, large enough for Ssarak to walk through with a foot or two above his head, but there is not much room to maneuver. Tall but narrow might be a way to describe it.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Ssarak had expected that his and Alaira's violent display would strike fear into the hearts of the bandits, but he had not anticipated it being as effective as it was. Even the largest, and seemingly most capable of the bandits abandoned his arms and fled. All around them, the confused and intoxicated bandits dropped their weapons and ran into the forest. Ssarak made a show of giving chase in order to make sure they kept running, but he stopped as soon as he reached the edge of the camp.

Walking back to the others, Ssarak observed both the cave, and Alaira herself. It would be difficult to miss her sudden shift in demeanor, which was drastically different from the confidence she was practically radiating only moments before. Alaira was not the type to discuss her weaknesses, which was why Ssarak had to discover her vulnerability to psychomancy through experience, rather than simply asking her. In this case, it was not difficult to conclude that Alaira held fear over something related to the cave; perhaps the darkness, or the tight, enclosed space. Either way, it would likely not be best for her to lead the way inside.

"We cannot bring the caravan through if there are still hostiles in the camp. We need to clear the cave, though it does not look as if there are any light sources within. Unfortunately, I can only create the illusion of light. We should look around for lanterns, or anything else that might light the way. If that fails, can your electromancy be used to illuminate the area, Alaira? I can take the lead when we head inside, as I am the most well-protected. Could you give me the axe you recovered? It would be more effective to use that in close quarters than my pollaxe." Ssarak requested.

Mass Effect: The Face of Injustice

That would be fine.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

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Well, if he objects he can try taking it, but I'm sure he ain't dumb enough to start a fight over such a pointless issue. I mean, would Ssarak leave a potentially magic weapon just lying around? Or worse, give it back?

@Freeshooter92

Oh, that's not the principle I'm talking about. Ssarak doesn't exactly feel that Alaira deserves any kind of reward after all the trouble she's caused. For the moment, though, Ssarak would want to use the axe for the very practical reason that it would be better in tight quarters than his big, two-handed weapon.