One thing I made a mistake with that I need to go back and edit was that I said the Cathay-raht was not a lycan. He was actually meant to have the scent of a werewolf.
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With the fighting passed, others began to return to the main structure. Meesei saw Janius come through the door, followed shortly by Tzirret and Newt. Prior to their arrival, she had also heard Fendros shout from below that Sabine and Peiter had returned along with Janius, which was a great relief to her.
Colors, upon Gallus' response, raised his hands up and shook his head. "No no, not that kind of pride. Werelions. We're werelions. My pride, we were all captured. They've been holding them in one of their own outposts nearby, t-torturing them, but keeping them alive. They said that if I didn't do what they said, they'd execute them. I knew Ra'maranja planned to burn this place down, but I didn't know about those reinforcements; I guess that was his backup plan or something. But if they got away, then they'll at least know that I'm not useful to them anymore. They might head back there and give the order to execute them. Please, I-I can't let them die. We have to go save them!"
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Peiter tried to keep his spirits as high as he possibly could, given the situation. They were back with the rest of the pack, and it at least seemed like everyone was fine. By the reactions of everyone around him, he seemed to be a priority in terms of healing, so hopefully, no one else was hurt any worse than himself. During the fight, he had heard one of the archers shout out something about Ra'maranja being "found out," which certainly made it seem like they were in league with one another.
Although it would have been easier just to lie down and let everyone else carry him around, Peiter did not want to allow himself to fall unconscious. Not until he was in the hands of one of their healers. Once he was placed down on the lift, he slowly forced himself to stand, holding onto one of the roped for support. His legs were not especially injured, he just felt weak overall from a combination of fatigue and blood loss. He could stand on his own, but needless to say, he was not going to be doing any running.
To Sabine in front of him, Peiter tried to return her smile. Her healing had dulled the pain somewhat from its former intensity, even though it was still there, he was still thankful for it. Indeed, without her treatment by the edge of the stream, he might have lost too much blood before they could make it back. A few tears formed in his eyes, and his breathing became unsteady. Taking a slow, deliberate step forward, he reached out and hugged Sabine tightly. "Thank you. I'm so glad you're okay." He said in a shaky voice, almost as if he were sobbing.
Colors, upon Gallus' response, raised his hands up and shook his head. "No no, not that kind of pride. Werelions. We're werelions. My pride, we were all captured. They've been holding them in one of their own outposts nearby, t-torturing them, but keeping them alive. They said that if I didn't do what they said, they'd execute them. I knew Ra'maranja planned to burn this place down, but I didn't know about those reinforcements; I guess that was his backup plan or something. But if they got away, then they'll at least know that I'm not useful to them anymore. They might head back there and give the order to execute them. Please, I-I can't let them die. We have to go save them!"
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Peiter tried to keep his spirits as high as he possibly could, given the situation. They were back with the rest of the pack, and it at least seemed like everyone was fine. By the reactions of everyone around him, he seemed to be a priority in terms of healing, so hopefully, no one else was hurt any worse than himself. During the fight, he had heard one of the archers shout out something about Ra'maranja being "found out," which certainly made it seem like they were in league with one another.
Although it would have been easier just to lie down and let everyone else carry him around, Peiter did not want to allow himself to fall unconscious. Not until he was in the hands of one of their healers. Once he was placed down on the lift, he slowly forced himself to stand, holding onto one of the roped for support. His legs were not especially injured, he just felt weak overall from a combination of fatigue and blood loss. He could stand on his own, but needless to say, he was not going to be doing any running.
To Sabine in front of him, Peiter tried to return her smile. Her healing had dulled the pain somewhat from its former intensity, even though it was still there, he was still thankful for it. Indeed, without her treatment by the edge of the stream, he might have lost too much blood before they could make it back. A few tears formed in his eyes, and his breathing became unsteady. Taking a slow, deliberate step forward, he reached out and hugged Sabine tightly. "Thank you. I'm so glad you're okay." He said in a shaky voice, almost as if he were sobbing.
Colors followed Gallus' instructions immediately and took a seat. Meesei noticed Gallus' quite understandable aggression, so she decided to give him a bit of context. "According to Kaleeth, Colors is the one who warned her of the trap." She explained. Of course, Meesei did not trust Colors immediately either, but she would not things to become unnecessarily violent. She still did not know how much self control Gallus possessed.
Colors glanced to Meesei, then looked back to Gallus and nodded. "Yes, I wasn't with them, not really. I was a prisoner...or hostage, of sorts. The Senchal clan, it isn't doing as well as I told you. A few months ago, it was attacked, in force. Probably two thirds of us were killed or captured, and I don't know where the rest escaped to. The enemy has been hunting down their messengers, and trying to track them down."
Meesei was particularly troubled by this news. "How were they able to overwhelm your clan so effectively? According to the last reports of our representative in your clan, you had considerably powerful defenses."
Colors lowered his head. "I thought we did too, but they had this gas..."
Closing her eyes, Meesei gave a sigh. This was news she had been fearing she would hear for years. The suppression gas, they had done everything they possibly could to get rid of any trace of it back in Morrowind, but she had to expect that their enemy would try to unlock its secrets again. It was just too powerful of a tool for lycan hunters for them to give up on. Now, after all these years, it seemed that day had finally come. "This gas, it forced you all into your normal forms, did it not?"
Colors gave Meesei a curious look. "Yes...how did you know?"
"My pack eliminated the source of the gas shortly after I earned my title. It appears they have finally learned how to make it once more. But please, continue. Why were you with these traitors?" Meesei asked.
"Yes, right. They weren't traitors per ce. They weren't even lycans; they have this...stuff that lets them mimic our scent. Some kind of alchemical concoction. I was one of the ones captured. They made me stay with them in case scouts from other clans showed up. They wanted me to make sure they kept their story straight so they could lead them away and...kill them. Like they were going to do to you. Once I saw that you were the Champion, I...I just couldn't let them do it. I tried to hint that you should stay in the city back in Senchal, but you can see what they did to me for that." He said as he unwrapped the bandage on his hand and held it out to Gallus. It bore quite a large scar on both the palm and the back of the hand. "Put a knife clean through my hand. He said he would have cut it off, but it would've been too suspicious."
"I see, so you did this because they threatened your life?" Meesei asked.
Colors shook his head. "No...well yes, but not just me. It's also..." He began, but he stopped when a thought came to his mind and his eyes widened in realization. "Wait, you said reinforcements...we have to save my pride!" He shouted, his demeanor showing both fear and desperation.
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To say that Peiter was relieved to see Janius would be a vast understatement. Once Janius picked him up, he felt like all of his fears were lifted out of his mind. His bleeding had been stopped, they were no longer being chased, and most of all, he now had hope. If he had survived this long, then he was sure that Irenya or Meesei could do something for him.
The pain was still present across much of Peiter's body, especially his wounds, but even so, he looked up to Sabine above him on Janius' back and smiled. "Thank you." He said. He did not specify who he was talking to, but he supposed that both of them were deserving of thanks.
Colors glanced to Meesei, then looked back to Gallus and nodded. "Yes, I wasn't with them, not really. I was a prisoner...or hostage, of sorts. The Senchal clan, it isn't doing as well as I told you. A few months ago, it was attacked, in force. Probably two thirds of us were killed or captured, and I don't know where the rest escaped to. The enemy has been hunting down their messengers, and trying to track them down."
Meesei was particularly troubled by this news. "How were they able to overwhelm your clan so effectively? According to the last reports of our representative in your clan, you had considerably powerful defenses."
Colors lowered his head. "I thought we did too, but they had this gas..."
Closing her eyes, Meesei gave a sigh. This was news she had been fearing she would hear for years. The suppression gas, they had done everything they possibly could to get rid of any trace of it back in Morrowind, but she had to expect that their enemy would try to unlock its secrets again. It was just too powerful of a tool for lycan hunters for them to give up on. Now, after all these years, it seemed that day had finally come. "This gas, it forced you all into your normal forms, did it not?"
Colors gave Meesei a curious look. "Yes...how did you know?"
"My pack eliminated the source of the gas shortly after I earned my title. It appears they have finally learned how to make it once more. But please, continue. Why were you with these traitors?" Meesei asked.
"Yes, right. They weren't traitors per ce. They weren't even lycans; they have this...stuff that lets them mimic our scent. Some kind of alchemical concoction. I was one of the ones captured. They made me stay with them in case scouts from other clans showed up. They wanted me to make sure they kept their story straight so they could lead them away and...kill them. Like they were going to do to you. Once I saw that you were the Champion, I...I just couldn't let them do it. I tried to hint that you should stay in the city back in Senchal, but you can see what they did to me for that." He said as he unwrapped the bandage on his hand and held it out to Gallus. It bore quite a large scar on both the palm and the back of the hand. "Put a knife clean through my hand. He said he would have cut it off, but it would've been too suspicious."
"I see, so you did this because they threatened your life?" Meesei asked.
Colors shook his head. "No...well yes, but not just me. It's also..." He began, but he stopped when a thought came to his mind and his eyes widened in realization. "Wait, you said reinforcements...we have to save my pride!" He shouted, his demeanor showing both fear and desperation.
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To say that Peiter was relieved to see Janius would be a vast understatement. Once Janius picked him up, he felt like all of his fears were lifted out of his mind. His bleeding had been stopped, they were no longer being chased, and most of all, he now had hope. If he had survived this long, then he was sure that Irenya or Meesei could do something for him.
The pain was still present across much of Peiter's body, especially his wounds, but even so, he looked up to Sabine above him on Janius' back and smiled. "Thank you." He said. He did not specify who he was talking to, but he supposed that both of them were deserving of thanks.
Alright. I'll attempt to post quickly, but realistically...I probably won't make it in time.
Though he was not their alpha, Lorag and Kaleeth saw no flaw in Gallus' plan, and there was certainly no time to argue. Both of them started to head down to check on the bodies below; although, with the distance they fell, they did not expect survivors. Ahnasha too had no issues with standing guard. She even conjured a flame atronach, for additional protection.
Back in the main structure, Gallus returned to see Meesei sitting with her back up against the trunk of the tree in the center of the room. She had discarded the now-torn dress that had been her city clothes so that both herself and Irenya could tend to her wound. She was glowing with quite a large measure of restoration energy, though even raw power was not exactly a solution to silver. Meanwhile, Colors stood nearby, rubbing his hands together nervously with something of a guilty expression.
Irenya turned her head to acknowledge Gallus. "Alpha. Her wound it...complicated. The bleeding isn't that much of an issue, but the knife ruptured her stomach. We've mended it shut, but the silver means it doesn't want to stay that way. If we don't keep it closed, then it will burst open again, which, of course, could kill her."
Meesei, despite the situation, maintained her usual calm. She waved her hand in front of her and looked at the two with confidence. "Do not fear for me; I have survived worse. Gallus, over in that corner, in my bag, there should be potions of both healing and magicka. Please retrieve them for me. With a silver wound, the only true cure it time. The effects of the metal will pass on their own, I just need to make sure I am alive when that happens."
Irenya nodded in agreement. "Yes, this is survivable. She just needs care for the rest of the night. Luckily, we were able to put out the fire, as you can see. No thanks to the lizard over there. He caught a blanket on fire and almost threw it at the other bags."
"I was trying to pat out the flames!" Colors responded defensively.
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Peiter tried to remain stoic through the treatment, but the pain was too intense, and he could not help but to scream. He wanted to shout for her to stop, but he managed to focus on the fact that this would save his life, and possibly even hers. He could not concentrate on much else while she was burning his flesh, but he could at least focus on that.
Once Sabine's treatment was finally over, Peiter forced himself to sit upright, despite all of his weakness and pain. His body just wanted to give out underneath him, but he knew he could not let himself do that. He had to stay alert, and most importantly, conscious. Although her cauterization was rough, the bleeding had stopped, so they could move without leaving an easily visible trail.
The pain was still intense, so Peiter tried to distract himself from it by focusing on the task at hand. He put his arm over Sabine's shoulder so that she could help him to his feet. "Thank you, thank you, but...we have to go now." He said between heavy breaths. Looking around at the ground around him, there was blood, which would be a sign to anyone following them. "Okay, we have to throw off...anyone following us. There's blood here. They'll see it, so...they'll think we got out of the stream here. Let's...double back a short ways, then get out of the stream carefully and just get as much distance away from it as we can. We can be careful not to leave much of a trail, and hide our scents. Hopefully, we can find some place safe to rest."
Back in the main structure, Gallus returned to see Meesei sitting with her back up against the trunk of the tree in the center of the room. She had discarded the now-torn dress that had been her city clothes so that both herself and Irenya could tend to her wound. She was glowing with quite a large measure of restoration energy, though even raw power was not exactly a solution to silver. Meanwhile, Colors stood nearby, rubbing his hands together nervously with something of a guilty expression.
Irenya turned her head to acknowledge Gallus. "Alpha. Her wound it...complicated. The bleeding isn't that much of an issue, but the knife ruptured her stomach. We've mended it shut, but the silver means it doesn't want to stay that way. If we don't keep it closed, then it will burst open again, which, of course, could kill her."
Meesei, despite the situation, maintained her usual calm. She waved her hand in front of her and looked at the two with confidence. "Do not fear for me; I have survived worse. Gallus, over in that corner, in my bag, there should be potions of both healing and magicka. Please retrieve them for me. With a silver wound, the only true cure it time. The effects of the metal will pass on their own, I just need to make sure I am alive when that happens."
Irenya nodded in agreement. "Yes, this is survivable. She just needs care for the rest of the night. Luckily, we were able to put out the fire, as you can see. No thanks to the lizard over there. He caught a blanket on fire and almost threw it at the other bags."
"I was trying to pat out the flames!" Colors responded defensively.
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Peiter tried to remain stoic through the treatment, but the pain was too intense, and he could not help but to scream. He wanted to shout for her to stop, but he managed to focus on the fact that this would save his life, and possibly even hers. He could not concentrate on much else while she was burning his flesh, but he could at least focus on that.
Once Sabine's treatment was finally over, Peiter forced himself to sit upright, despite all of his weakness and pain. His body just wanted to give out underneath him, but he knew he could not let himself do that. He had to stay alert, and most importantly, conscious. Although her cauterization was rough, the bleeding had stopped, so they could move without leaving an easily visible trail.
The pain was still intense, so Peiter tried to distract himself from it by focusing on the task at hand. He put his arm over Sabine's shoulder so that she could help him to his feet. "Thank you, thank you, but...we have to go now." He said between heavy breaths. Looking around at the ground around him, there was blood, which would be a sign to anyone following them. "Okay, we have to throw off...anyone following us. There's blood here. They'll see it, so...they'll think we got out of the stream here. Let's...double back a short ways, then get out of the stream carefully and just get as much distance away from it as we can. We can be careful not to leave much of a trail, and hide our scents. Hopefully, we can find some place safe to rest."
I tried to subtly hint at all the things that were wrong since we first met Ra'maranja's group. It was just difficult to balance it between making it too easy to guess, and too hard. Hopefully it all makes sense when Colors puts it all together.
Meanwhile, Peiter and Sabine are accidentally doing their best to hide themselves from Janius.
Meanwhile, Peiter and Sabine are accidentally doing their best to hide themselves from Janius.
You could always take the Lorag route and just punch them in the face. A metal suit is just as good.
Ra'maranja bared his teeth at Gallus. He had managed to get to his feet, but he was hopelessly surrounded. For someone less dedicated to a cause, they would have surrendered long ago, but Ra'maranja was zealous to his master. He knew he was going to die, but he did not care. He cast his gaze on the closest of his enemies to the edge: Lorag.
With a defiant scream, Ra'maranja charged at Lorag with his shield in front of him, intent on tackling him off of the edge, to both of their deaths. Lorag, however, easily saw what he was doing and was prepared. He braced, and when he was hit, he did not budge. Ra'maranja fell to his knees in front of him as Lorag looked down and gave a satisfied laugh. He punched the Khajiit clean across the face with his heavy armored gauntlet, then kicked him unceremoniously off of the edge of the platform.
"Hmph, pretty weak for a lycan." Lorag commented. "Pathetic traitors."
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The Cathay-raht growled in frustration. He could still smell the lycan in the area, but had no way of knowing exactly where it was. Trying to attack would just open his men up to another ambush, and the longer they waited, the further their prey would draw away from them. "Bah, this is pointless. Back to the road." He ordered. Upon his command, his men started to follow his lead, but maintained their positions around him. They continued watching all sides as they slowly and deliberately headed off in the direction of the road to Senchal. They would still be difficult to attack, but at the very least, they were no longer tracking Sabine and Peiter.
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Peiter's heavy breathing became more apparent as he shifted back into his human form, as well as his wounds. He had a gash across his arm, a hole in his back from the arrow, and another gash running diagonally across his abdomen, to his upper leg. The water flowing across him turned red with his blood, though it did dilute quickly. Regardless, at the moment, he was more concerned with his bleeding than being tracked. Sabine's healing provided some relief from the pain, but it was not going quickly enough at stopping the bleeding. Peiter was no healer, but he knew what he had been taught about silver wounds. He knew that the metal stunted healing for lycans, but there was a technique that Meesei had used years ago on Oswall, when he was wounded. It was something that could be useful even without a healer.
"We have to get away from this stream. Fire. Fire can stop the bleeding. Just...burn the wounds closed. I can take it, just...just do it quick." Peiter said, his voice betraying his fear.
With a defiant scream, Ra'maranja charged at Lorag with his shield in front of him, intent on tackling him off of the edge, to both of their deaths. Lorag, however, easily saw what he was doing and was prepared. He braced, and when he was hit, he did not budge. Ra'maranja fell to his knees in front of him as Lorag looked down and gave a satisfied laugh. He punched the Khajiit clean across the face with his heavy armored gauntlet, then kicked him unceremoniously off of the edge of the platform.
"Hmph, pretty weak for a lycan." Lorag commented. "Pathetic traitors."
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The Cathay-raht growled in frustration. He could still smell the lycan in the area, but had no way of knowing exactly where it was. Trying to attack would just open his men up to another ambush, and the longer they waited, the further their prey would draw away from them. "Bah, this is pointless. Back to the road." He ordered. Upon his command, his men started to follow his lead, but maintained their positions around him. They continued watching all sides as they slowly and deliberately headed off in the direction of the road to Senchal. They would still be difficult to attack, but at the very least, they were no longer tracking Sabine and Peiter.
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Peiter's heavy breathing became more apparent as he shifted back into his human form, as well as his wounds. He had a gash across his arm, a hole in his back from the arrow, and another gash running diagonally across his abdomen, to his upper leg. The water flowing across him turned red with his blood, though it did dilute quickly. Regardless, at the moment, he was more concerned with his bleeding than being tracked. Sabine's healing provided some relief from the pain, but it was not going quickly enough at stopping the bleeding. Peiter was no healer, but he knew what he had been taught about silver wounds. He knew that the metal stunted healing for lycans, but there was a technique that Meesei had used years ago on Oswall, when he was wounded. It was something that could be useful even without a healer.
"We have to get away from this stream. Fire. Fire can stop the bleeding. Just...burn the wounds closed. I can take it, just...just do it quick." Peiter said, his voice betraying his fear.
The one I have is very low miles for a car its age. The engine works fine, which is honestly most of what I want in a car right now. I feel like those pop up lights are just another thing that can break down, but that's just me being cynical. I can't complain. It has more leg room than the last sports car I had to drive around.
It's a '93 Mercury Capri. I think Mercury was owned by Ford of Australia.
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