So it seems I misread who was helping the prisoner. Ah, well, it does make sense to have multiple people helping her get off the thing as quickly as possible.
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Irenya was already dropping down through the hole in the floor when Janius shouted for her. As a healer, she had seen much suffering during her long life, but even her eyes widened upon seeing the torture victim. She said nothing in response and instead just ran to Fendros' side to give what aid she could to the Bosmer girl. She was glowing with restoration energy by the time she reached the rack, and immediately poured it into the girl. First and foremost, Irenya concentrated on deadening the massive amount of pain she was feeling. Despite the horrific nature of the girl's injuries, her life was not actually in much danger. The sadistic nature of this torture was that it was efficiently designed not to kill its victim. "Release the tension on the rack slowly. After that, I need you to cut the ropes on those hooks, then pull them out slowly and carefully. After that, we can release her." Irenya said to Fendros.
Given that there was no longer a need for Kaleeth to remain in her beast form, she shifted herself back to normal once the last of the enemies had been killed. She saw the girl on the rack as she stood back up, but could not bear to look at her for more than a moment. The other five of Colors' pride were in the two iron-barred cells to the right of the rack. All were Khajiit, mostly Suthay-raht, but there was one of the tiger-like Pahmar. All of them bore the scars of the same kind of torture the Bosmer was enduring, though their fur made the marks more difficult to see, apart from the places where it had been burned off. One of them, a black-furred male, stood up and walked to the bars of his cell. His hands were bound, but he was able to point to the body of the Khajiit jailer. "Thank Hircine, this one had given up hope of rescue. He had the keys, I think."
Kaleeth nodded to the man, then approached the body. While Leaps tore off pieces of flesh to feast on, Kaleeth grabbed the keyring from his belt and ran over to the cells. She had to try a few different keys to get both of the cells open, then headed inside to start trying keys on the prisoners' bindings. A few of them were in tears by this point, though whether from relief or pain, Kaleeth did not know.
"How did you find us?" A tan-furred, black striped Khajiit woman asked.
Colors waited until the sounds of fighting had ceased before carefully stepping inside through the hole in the wall. He looked around nervously at the bodies, as well as the prisoner that a few of the others were currently securing. What concerned him the most, however, was the screaming he could hear coming from downstairs.
Given that there was no longer a need for Kaleeth to remain in her beast form, she shifted herself back to normal once the last of the enemies had been killed. She saw the girl on the rack as she stood back up, but could not bear to look at her for more than a moment. The other five of Colors' pride were in the two iron-barred cells to the right of the rack. All were Khajiit, mostly Suthay-raht, but there was one of the tiger-like Pahmar. All of them bore the scars of the same kind of torture the Bosmer was enduring, though their fur made the marks more difficult to see, apart from the places where it had been burned off. One of them, a black-furred male, stood up and walked to the bars of his cell. His hands were bound, but he was able to point to the body of the Khajiit jailer. "Thank Hircine, this one had given up hope of rescue. He had the keys, I think."
Kaleeth nodded to the man, then approached the body. While Leaps tore off pieces of flesh to feast on, Kaleeth grabbed the keyring from his belt and ran over to the cells. She had to try a few different keys to get both of the cells open, then headed inside to start trying keys on the prisoners' bindings. A few of them were in tears by this point, though whether from relief or pain, Kaleeth did not know.
"How did you find us?" A tan-furred, black striped Khajiit woman asked.
Colors waited until the sounds of fighting had ceased before carefully stepping inside through the hole in the wall. He looked around nervously at the bodies, as well as the prisoner that a few of the others were currently securing. What concerned him the most, however, was the screaming he could hear coming from downstairs.
The Khajiit jailer, after the initial shock of having the werecrocodile fall in front of him, had drawn the axe from his belt and started to rush forward towards the disoriented werebeast, intent on finishing her while she was down. However, just as he was about to make his swing, Leaps jumped down and landed on the floor right in front of him. He jumped back to keep his distance from the beast, but it was at that point that he saw the lightning pulsing across the wamasu's body.
"What in Oblivi-" The Khajiit began before he was cut off by an intense surge of electrical energy pulsing through his body. Had he expected it, he might have been able to evade, or otherwise prepare, but instead, he dropped his axe and fell to his knees. From there, it was Leaps' instinct to pounce upon his weakened prey, just as he had done upstairs.
The locked cells contained most of Colors' pride, apart from one. Now that he was downstairs, Fendros could see clearly the horror that these prisoners had been subject to. All of them had been stripped bare and tortured, but there was one who was currently enduring it. Within clear view of the two iron cells was a torture rack, upon which one of Colors' pride was currently tied. She was a Bosmer girl, no older than Tzirret, whose body bore horrific scars, fresh and old. The sounds of the fighting had obscured her cries of pain as her muscles were being stretched out to the point of tearing by the foul device. If the stretching wasn't enough, she had fresh burns across many sensitive areas of her body. She bore at least a dozen cuts and gashes all placed perfectly to avoid her vital organs, and she was missing all of her fingernails and toenails. Currently, there were hooks stabbed through her flesh running up and down the length of her body that were tied to the rack, and pulled tight to stretch out her skin. It was this girl that the Bosmer jailer was running to. She did manage to reach her, but she had to stop for a moment to pull her knife from her belt. If Fendros was quick enough, he could yet stop her.
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Peiter was quite speechless when Sabine leaned up against him. Although, he certainly was not going to say anything against it. Regardless of whether or not he had offended Sabine by the stream, he still felt nervous of doing anything wrong now. Instead of speaking, he tilted his head to rest on hers and simply closed his eyes to relax. The nervousness he had felt had caused him to almost forget about his fatigue, but he too was rather exhausted.
Meesei, who had been observing the entire exchange between the pair, could not help but to give a faint chuckle. She was laying on her bedroll and about to get to sleep herself. Currently, her body was swimming with the energies of potions that were holding off the pain, and keeping her stomach from bursting open. She would need to take a few more during the night, so she and Uthri were going to sleep in shifts to ensure she did not miss a dose. By morning, however, the effects of the silver would likely have weakened enough that her body could hold itself together on its own.
"What in Oblivi-" The Khajiit began before he was cut off by an intense surge of electrical energy pulsing through his body. Had he expected it, he might have been able to evade, or otherwise prepare, but instead, he dropped his axe and fell to his knees. From there, it was Leaps' instinct to pounce upon his weakened prey, just as he had done upstairs.
The locked cells contained most of Colors' pride, apart from one. Now that he was downstairs, Fendros could see clearly the horror that these prisoners had been subject to. All of them had been stripped bare and tortured, but there was one who was currently enduring it. Within clear view of the two iron cells was a torture rack, upon which one of Colors' pride was currently tied. She was a Bosmer girl, no older than Tzirret, whose body bore horrific scars, fresh and old. The sounds of the fighting had obscured her cries of pain as her muscles were being stretched out to the point of tearing by the foul device. If the stretching wasn't enough, she had fresh burns across many sensitive areas of her body. She bore at least a dozen cuts and gashes all placed perfectly to avoid her vital organs, and she was missing all of her fingernails and toenails. Currently, there were hooks stabbed through her flesh running up and down the length of her body that were tied to the rack, and pulled tight to stretch out her skin. It was this girl that the Bosmer jailer was running to. She did manage to reach her, but she had to stop for a moment to pull her knife from her belt. If Fendros was quick enough, he could yet stop her.
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Peiter was quite speechless when Sabine leaned up against him. Although, he certainly was not going to say anything against it. Regardless of whether or not he had offended Sabine by the stream, he still felt nervous of doing anything wrong now. Instead of speaking, he tilted his head to rest on hers and simply closed his eyes to relax. The nervousness he had felt had caused him to almost forget about his fatigue, but he too was rather exhausted.
Meesei, who had been observing the entire exchange between the pair, could not help but to give a faint chuckle. She was laying on her bedroll and about to get to sleep herself. Currently, her body was swimming with the energies of potions that were holding off the pain, and keeping her stomach from bursting open. She would need to take a few more during the night, so she and Uthri were going to sleep in shifts to ensure she did not miss a dose. By morning, however, the effects of the silver would likely have weakened enough that her body could hold itself together on its own.
Well, they are in an awkward teenager phase.
I'm working on a project between posts, so I may be a bit delayed on some.
Between Lorag and Ahnasha, their opponent was quickly overwhelmed. He had only just managed to draw his blade by the time he saw Lorag's hammer swinging for him. He jumped back and parried in an effort to avoid the strike, but it left Ahnasha with plenty of space to slash her blade across his unarmored side. He curled forward in pain and slashed fruitlessly towards Ahnasha, leaving himself completely open to the follow-up strike from Lorag's hammer. The full weight of the blow came down on his skull, which dispatched him immediately.
Leaps' opponent could do little to resist the lightning fast pounce from the wamasu, nor could he resist the actual lightning that was charged through his body every time Leaps tore away another part of his flesh. His cries were mostly unintelligible, but even if he surrendered, there was no stopping Leaps at this point. The last Khajiit was able to draw his blade and back away before Janius and Gallus could reach him. However, he knew he was hopelessly outnumbered, and there was no exit he could take which was not already blocked. As such, with fear in his eyes, he dropped his swords and threw up his hands.
Kaleeth had ran to the center of the room and, within seconds, began slamming her massive fists into the floor under her, and after only two blows, the wood collapsed under her weight. Werecrocodiles, outside of water, were generally not agile in the slightest, so she was unable to back away before she fell down along with the floor. And neither was she able to catch herself to land on her feet; instead she fell clumsily onto the floor of the basement, flat on her stomach. Nevertheless, the surprise of the strategy had served its purpose. The two hostiles downstairs, one Bosmer and one Khajiit, had heard the commotion upstairs, and only seconds later, were thrown into chaos by Kaleeth crashing in on top of them. The Khajiit was on one side of her and cut off from the prisoners, but the Bosmer was on the other side and already running for the cells after a brief delay to process what was happening.
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Sabine's last statement had been rather awkward, but Peiter did not even seem to notice. Their entire conversation had been awkward, but both appeared oblivious to the fact. He simply nodded. "Oh, alright." He said before picking himself up and moving over to sit on the ground beside Sabine's bedroll. He could see Sabine's face more clearly now, and smiled as he looked at her. "This is a...nice evening. Much...cooler than the daytime." He said, though curiously, he was still sweating.
Leaps' opponent could do little to resist the lightning fast pounce from the wamasu, nor could he resist the actual lightning that was charged through his body every time Leaps tore away another part of his flesh. His cries were mostly unintelligible, but even if he surrendered, there was no stopping Leaps at this point. The last Khajiit was able to draw his blade and back away before Janius and Gallus could reach him. However, he knew he was hopelessly outnumbered, and there was no exit he could take which was not already blocked. As such, with fear in his eyes, he dropped his swords and threw up his hands.
Kaleeth had ran to the center of the room and, within seconds, began slamming her massive fists into the floor under her, and after only two blows, the wood collapsed under her weight. Werecrocodiles, outside of water, were generally not agile in the slightest, so she was unable to back away before she fell down along with the floor. And neither was she able to catch herself to land on her feet; instead she fell clumsily onto the floor of the basement, flat on her stomach. Nevertheless, the surprise of the strategy had served its purpose. The two hostiles downstairs, one Bosmer and one Khajiit, had heard the commotion upstairs, and only seconds later, were thrown into chaos by Kaleeth crashing in on top of them. The Khajiit was on one side of her and cut off from the prisoners, but the Bosmer was on the other side and already running for the cells after a brief delay to process what was happening.
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Sabine's last statement had been rather awkward, but Peiter did not even seem to notice. Their entire conversation had been awkward, but both appeared oblivious to the fact. He simply nodded. "Oh, alright." He said before picking himself up and moving over to sit on the ground beside Sabine's bedroll. He could see Sabine's face more clearly now, and smiled as he looked at her. "This is a...nice evening. Much...cooler than the daytime." He said, though curiously, he was still sweating.
Ahnasha was ready around the other side of the cabin at about the same time as Fendros. With the way the two Khajiit were sitting, Fendros' target could see her, just as hers could him, but they acted quickly enough that it did not matter. Ahnasha loosed her arrow a fraction of a second after Fendros, which struck the center of her target's back, just below the neck. Quickly, she nocked and drew another arrow, training her bow on both of the bodies to watch for any additional movement. After a few seconds without a hint of life, however, she felt safe enough in assuming their deaths.
With the elimination of the guards, Lorag and Irenya joined Fendros and Ahnasha at the front, while everyone else headed to the back side of the cabin. Ahnasha moved for a moment back closer to the back side of the cabin so she could watch the others, then let Lorag know when they were in position. Kaleeth had transformed out of sight and earshot of the cabin, but she had to approach extremely carefully. Her massive, hulking form was not stealthy in any place except murky waters. So, each of her steps had to be slow, and very deliberate. At the very least, the large surface area of her feet meant she was less likely to break twigs than to just push them into the ground, as long as she was careful not to put weight on one with her toes or the edge of her feet. It took a few minutes for Kaleeth to silently move the short distance to the back of the cabin, at which point the others formed up behind her. Ahnasha moved back to the front and joined up with the others, giving Lorag the signal that the other team was in place. She dispelled her bow, and in its place, conjured both a bound blade, and a bound dagger. Inside such a confined space, a bow would not be of much use, especially with allies dispersed among the enemy.
Kaleeth had been told to wait until Lorag kicked in the door to attack, so she stood a short distance back from the wall, listening and waiting. Lorag, with his hammer in hand, gave a quick nod to the others, then delivered a heavy kick to the door's handle to force it open. The moment she heard that sound, Kaleeth also charged forward, using her mass and terrible strength to tear through the wall as if it were but parchment. Needless to say, the enemies inside were beyond startled. The three Khajiit in the room jumped to their feet and started to draw their weapons when Lorag burst through the door, but Kaleeth's sudden entrance threw them into complete disarray. One of the enemy was closer to the front door, which Lorag and Ahnasha were both charging towards, while the other two had been sitting near the fireplace, to the left of Kaleeth's newly-made entrance. Kaleeth herself ignored both of them, instead trusting the others to deal with them while she ran towards the center of the room to make her hole to the basement.
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"Oh, good, good. I was worried." Peiter answered, though his embarrassment made it difficult for him to look directly at her while he spoke. He took a few bites of his food to give him time to think of what else to say. Unfortunately, that time did not give him much in the way of clarity. "It was nice, the stream. And you...or, um, being there...with you. Was nice, I mean. We should do it again, and...maybe we won't get attacked next time." He said, smiling.
With the elimination of the guards, Lorag and Irenya joined Fendros and Ahnasha at the front, while everyone else headed to the back side of the cabin. Ahnasha moved for a moment back closer to the back side of the cabin so she could watch the others, then let Lorag know when they were in position. Kaleeth had transformed out of sight and earshot of the cabin, but she had to approach extremely carefully. Her massive, hulking form was not stealthy in any place except murky waters. So, each of her steps had to be slow, and very deliberate. At the very least, the large surface area of her feet meant she was less likely to break twigs than to just push them into the ground, as long as she was careful not to put weight on one with her toes or the edge of her feet. It took a few minutes for Kaleeth to silently move the short distance to the back of the cabin, at which point the others formed up behind her. Ahnasha moved back to the front and joined up with the others, giving Lorag the signal that the other team was in place. She dispelled her bow, and in its place, conjured both a bound blade, and a bound dagger. Inside such a confined space, a bow would not be of much use, especially with allies dispersed among the enemy.
Kaleeth had been told to wait until Lorag kicked in the door to attack, so she stood a short distance back from the wall, listening and waiting. Lorag, with his hammer in hand, gave a quick nod to the others, then delivered a heavy kick to the door's handle to force it open. The moment she heard that sound, Kaleeth also charged forward, using her mass and terrible strength to tear through the wall as if it were but parchment. Needless to say, the enemies inside were beyond startled. The three Khajiit in the room jumped to their feet and started to draw their weapons when Lorag burst through the door, but Kaleeth's sudden entrance threw them into complete disarray. One of the enemy was closer to the front door, which Lorag and Ahnasha were both charging towards, while the other two had been sitting near the fireplace, to the left of Kaleeth's newly-made entrance. Kaleeth herself ignored both of them, instead trusting the others to deal with them while she ran towards the center of the room to make her hole to the basement.
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"Oh, good, good. I was worried." Peiter answered, though his embarrassment made it difficult for him to look directly at her while he spoke. He took a few bites of his food to give him time to think of what else to say. Unfortunately, that time did not give him much in the way of clarity. "It was nice, the stream. And you...or, um, being there...with you. Was nice, I mean. We should do it again, and...maybe we won't get attacked next time." He said, smiling.
The pilot of the shuttle waited for final confirmation that everyone had boarded before closing the door and taking off through the hull breach. Their destination was the Turian cruiser Intrepid, which was serving as the flagship of the allied fleet. As the shuttle set off from the station, Avatar and RK’s interceptors flew in formation alongside it for protection. If they were engaged by hostile fighters, then the interceptors would be able to defend the shuttle without regard for their own safety, as it was ultimately expendable hardware. Both Avatar and RK would be able to reupload quickly to the shuttle if their new hardware suffered serious damage.
The trio of ships circled around to the other side of the station in order to set themselves on a course for the allied fleet, but as it came into view, the team learned all at once about the battle that had been raging outside of the station. The allied fleet, which had consisted mostly of unarmed or lightly armed transport ships escorted by the cruiser and a few frigates, had been all but destroyed. In its place was a fleet of nonuniform, but organized ships of varying classes up to frigates. An initial visual scan of the debris, crossed referenced with the stored catalog Avatar possessed of the vessels taking part in this mission, revealed that the allied fleet had been greatly outnumbered. At minimum, the enemy possessed triple the number of ships, though based on the distribution of the debris, the enemy fleet had suffered severe casualties. Over 66% of the enemy fleet had been destroyed. However, all of the allied fleet was either destroyed, or missing in action. Most notably, Avatar could not detect the cruiser itself, nor its wreckage.
“I recommend diverting to the allied settlement on the planet.” Avatar messaged to the shuttle pilot. Despite the shock of seeing their fleet in ruins, the pilot quickly complied. It would take a few minutes to reach the planet’s surface, and for the moment, those aboard the shuttle could see through the windows the terrible carnage that remained after the battle. Most of the ships destroyed had been unarmed transport vessels.
The trio of ships circled around to the other side of the station in order to set themselves on a course for the allied fleet, but as it came into view, the team learned all at once about the battle that had been raging outside of the station. The allied fleet, which had consisted mostly of unarmed or lightly armed transport ships escorted by the cruiser and a few frigates, had been all but destroyed. In its place was a fleet of nonuniform, but organized ships of varying classes up to frigates. An initial visual scan of the debris, crossed referenced with the stored catalog Avatar possessed of the vessels taking part in this mission, revealed that the allied fleet had been greatly outnumbered. At minimum, the enemy possessed triple the number of ships, though based on the distribution of the debris, the enemy fleet had suffered severe casualties. Over 66% of the enemy fleet had been destroyed. However, all of the allied fleet was either destroyed, or missing in action. Most notably, Avatar could not detect the cruiser itself, nor its wreckage.
“I recommend diverting to the allied settlement on the planet.” Avatar messaged to the shuttle pilot. Despite the shock of seeing their fleet in ruins, the pilot quickly complied. It would take a few minutes to reach the planet’s surface, and for the moment, those aboard the shuttle could see through the windows the terrible carnage that remained after the battle. Most of the ships destroyed had been unarmed transport vessels.
Lorag scratched his chin as he observed the area around the cabin. The trees and brush had been cleared around it, but with the spot the guards were sitting, the cabin would indeed provide good cover. A few well-placed arrows could down the guards, which would just leave the ones inside. "Yeah, doesn't look like they're expectin' anyone right now. I guess those reinforcements of theirs didn't come this way yet. Honestly, I doubt killin' them'll be the problem. According to lizard-Janius here, we should be able to overpower 'em no matter what. The real problem'll be getting them before they can get to the hostages. If that happens, this'll get a lot more complicated. We've got to be quick, and efficient. We can use Gallus' plan to get close. Fendros, Ahnasha, I trust you can get 'em with your bows. From there, we can split into two groups, then go in from the front and back."
Ahnasha gave Lorag something of a critical look. "Lorag, there isn't a door in the back, and we're not going to have time to get through the windows."
Lorag grinned. "Well, then we're just going to have to make a door. Kaleeth, you'll be headin' in the back. You know what to do."
It did not take much thought for Kaleeth to figure out what Lorag wanted. She returned a nod, then started to strip off her armor.
"I'll kick in the front door." Lorag continued. "Coming in from both sides like that, and catchin' them off-guard, we'll be able to get anyone on the top floor no problem. It's the ones already in the basement I'm worried about. They'll be close to the hostages...Colors this cabin's got normal wood floors, right? What side of the building are the holding cells under."
Colors seemed confused, but gave an answer regardless. "Um, well, the stairs are on that side, so...the right. They're being held under the right side of the building. The floor is...normal, as far as I know."
"Alright, then once we're in, Kaleeth can just smash a hole in the floor in the middle. A werecrocodile crashing in from above'll definitely be a surprise. Stir up some chaos. The mages can use the hole in the floor to shoot down anyone they can see in the basement. Unless anyone's got any other, more boring plans?" Lorag asked.
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"Oh, um, okay." Peiter responded awkwardly. He returned his gaze back to his meal, though that only lasted for a moment before he was looking back to Sabine.
Peiter had the strongest urge to continue talking with Sabine, but he did not actually have much of an idea of what he wanted to say. He did not want to wait too long before speaking, so he just said the first thing that came to mind. "So Irenya said you'd be alright...right? No injuries or...anything?" He asked. Of course, he already knew the answer, as he had asked hours before.
Ahnasha gave Lorag something of a critical look. "Lorag, there isn't a door in the back, and we're not going to have time to get through the windows."
Lorag grinned. "Well, then we're just going to have to make a door. Kaleeth, you'll be headin' in the back. You know what to do."
It did not take much thought for Kaleeth to figure out what Lorag wanted. She returned a nod, then started to strip off her armor.
"I'll kick in the front door." Lorag continued. "Coming in from both sides like that, and catchin' them off-guard, we'll be able to get anyone on the top floor no problem. It's the ones already in the basement I'm worried about. They'll be close to the hostages...Colors this cabin's got normal wood floors, right? What side of the building are the holding cells under."
Colors seemed confused, but gave an answer regardless. "Um, well, the stairs are on that side, so...the right. They're being held under the right side of the building. The floor is...normal, as far as I know."
"Alright, then once we're in, Kaleeth can just smash a hole in the floor in the middle. A werecrocodile crashing in from above'll definitely be a surprise. Stir up some chaos. The mages can use the hole in the floor to shoot down anyone they can see in the basement. Unless anyone's got any other, more boring plans?" Lorag asked.
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"Oh, um, okay." Peiter responded awkwardly. He returned his gaze back to his meal, though that only lasted for a moment before he was looking back to Sabine.
Peiter had the strongest urge to continue talking with Sabine, but he did not actually have much of an idea of what he wanted to say. He did not want to wait too long before speaking, so he just said the first thing that came to mind. "So Irenya said you'd be alright...right? No injuries or...anything?" He asked. Of course, he already knew the answer, as he had asked hours before.
Alright, I may get one before then.
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