EliteCommander

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Ahnasha looked down at her shackled, looking closely at the lock. She had felt that Fendros might have been able to get his fingers underneath them, then pry it apart. But, if he did not feel comfortable doing so, then she was not going to ask him to. Instead she nodded and looked around briefly. "Alright, I'll transform then. Give me a bit of space."

After waiting a moment for Fendros to move the children away, Ahnasha shifted to her werewolf form. The intense pressure on her wrist was even more painful than usual during the transformation, but once the latch snapped open, she was finally able to step away from the crowd around her. "I'm going to stay here with them until we're sure there are no slavers left."

After unlocking the door, Meesei walked inside with electricity pulsing through her hands. Orub had made no effort to hide, instead standing behind the table in the center of the room, glaring at Meesei as she entered. His scimitar was laying on the table in front of him, but he seemed to make no effort to grab it. "What are you monsters?" He barked.

"We are lycans, and we require your ships." Meesei answered, stopping a safe distance away.

Orub grunted. "Hmph, yeah I can see that. Well, you can have it. Ain't like I can stop ya. Yeah, I give up; you can tell Colors I was wrong about 'em. He ain't a complete coward after all."

Meesei's expression did not relax in the slightest. In fact, her glare only intensified. "Were you anything else, I might accept that, but I shall not accept the surrender of a slaver!" She shouted, followed shortly by a loud, intense crack of lighting from her hands, straight into the Orc. And, in the event he survived, she continued electrocuting his body for a few moments. It was rare for her to execute a surrendered opponent, but she held a particular amount of animosity towards slavers.

Overall, the capture of the ships was rapid and complete. If there were any survivors among the crew, they would be found shortly. Otherwise, the clan could now finally relax, and fully release those still bound in the hold.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Alright. It's double worshipers on smite today anyway. Talk to you later.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Ahnasha was closer to the back of the hold, so she did not notice him until he was about halfway through the room. Although, once she did see him, she held up her hands above the others around her. “Fendros!” She shouted to grab his attention.

There were a few others between her and the edge of the group, but since several of the Khajiit around them had transformed to free themselves, they had some ability to make room for him. She did not even need to ask to know why he had run down to the hold with them, so she moved to the side slightly so he could clearly see Rhazii and Newt. “We’re all fine down here. Is everything going alright upstairs?” She asked, holding her shackles out to him so that he could free her.

On the top deck, the slavers were being cleared almost before they knew what was happening. Between Janius, Kaleeth, and the Senche Lorag released, they were overwhelmed by opponents who could each individually overpower them with ease. Meesei faced no resistance as she simply walked to the stern of the ship to the captain’s quarters. He had locked the door, and while she easily could have kicked in the door, she decided to use an alteration spell to unlock it instead. Once this was over, they would still be using the ship, so she wanted to minimize damage.

On both ships, several of the slavers attempted to climb up the rigging in their futile attempts at escape. Uthri climbed up after them on Meesei’s ship, and on the other, the Bosmer lieutenant Miranor took it upon herself to take care of them. She started making her transformation, but as her scent had indicated before, she was neither werewolf, nor werelion. When her body started to shift, it was feathers that began to cover her. After a few seconds, the form she took was that of a werevulture. She spread out her massive wingspan and took to the sky, circling around to one of the climbing sailors, grabbing on to him with her fierce talons, and pulling him down into the water below.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

It is time for me to get to bed. Goodnight.

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Ahnasha continued to look down at Rhazii, wishing she could get out of her bindings without transforming. She tried to keep a calm visage to allay his fears, though she knew he would not be satisfied without some explanation. "Nothing bad is going to happen to us, son. We planned this to happen. This ship belongs to people who are using it to hurt others, so we're taking it from them."

Just as Ahnasha finished speaking, the hatch leading up to the deck above them was opened, allowing those closest to the stairway to join in the fight as well. There were many in the hold, including Ahnasha who did not intend to fight, though hardly a fraction of their total number were likely to be needed.

Above decks, Lorag transformed the moment Meesei's fireball lit up the sky. Since most of the crew up top were distracted by the explosion, he started smashing the side of his fist against the lock. Nearby, a Dunmer drew a saber and, in a panic, swung for his nearest opponent, who happened to be Lorag. However, Lorag was more than attentive enough to see the strike coming. With proper timing of his own strike, Lorag was able to hit the flat of the Dunmer's blade mid-swing, forcing the weapon from his hand. With his other hand, Lorag grabbed a hold of the Dunmer, piercing his claws into his collar, then slammed his skull against the lock on the cage. It provided the last bit of impact needed to break the lock, and free the Senche within the cage.

Meesei, meanwhile, remained in her Argonian form. She took a few seconds to electrocute the Redguard who had shouted at her. Seeing as the slaver had no actual magical defenses, it was a rather one-sided "fight." She was confident that the others on the deck would make short work of the panicking slavers around them, so intent was to head straight for the captain's quarters.

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I think I may have been unclear in my pronouns, but it was the Bosmer that drew his sword, not Peiter.

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While others were transforming, Ma'tanza's hands started to glow with the distinctive violet energy of an alteration spell. After a few seconds, the latch unlocked, freeing her hands from the shackles. Reaching over to Tzirret, she did the same for him, then for Bheja. Transforming could have easily broken the latches, but it would be less painful for her to simply unlock them. Of course, none of them could leave the hold just yet, as it would take time for all of them to file out up the narrow staircase. Likely, only the first few who made it out would actually be able to help in the fight.

Instead of transforming, Ahnasha knelt down closer to Rhazii and Newt. With the chaos happening around and above them, she tried to be as calming as possible. "It's okay. All we need to do is wait here, and we'll be fine. After this, we'll be able to get out of here, and you can explore the rest of the ship. Just stay with me." She said. Like Rhazii, Newt was still visibly frightened, but luckily, that meant he was also too frightened to disobey Ahnasha.

Peiter and Sabine had made sure they were near to the hatch when it was time for them to transform. The confusion following the explosion of the fireball had given them ample time to complete their transformations. Between themselves and the hatch, there were two of the slavers, both Bosmer, with facial features close enough that they might have been brothers. Peiter ran at the one on the right as he drew his sword, then pulled back his arm as if he were about to slash down towards the Bosmer's neck. However, it was a feint. Peiter paused, and pulled back slightly instead, so when his opponent sliced through the air, Peiter swiped at and grabbed his arm, then lunged forward with his teeth and bit down on his neck.

The other Bosmer in front of Sabine tried to draw his sword, but fumbled with it as he tried to get it out of the scabbard and ended up dropping it on the floor. With nowhere to run, he backed up a few steps before falling down. He held his arm up in front of his face and continued crawling backwards, cowering before her. He was obviously immensely terrified, and at the moment, was not fighting back.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

I don't actually know what you're asking, but yes.

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Ma'tanza too found herself confused in the first few moments of being awake, though it was mostly at Bheja's scream. She sat up and rubbed her eyes, letting out a yawn. She found that she was sore all over, though particularly in the chest. It was actually somewhat awkward for her as well, but her expression did not show it. Overall, her fatigue overpowered any other emotion she could show. "It's...alright. We're all so packed together, you couldn't help it." She answered to Tzirret before looking over to Bheja curiously. "What happened to you?"

"I don't want to talk about it." Bheja answered, quickly and flatly. His words did not tell what happened, but his expression was rather disgusted.

Kaleeth reached up and placed her hand lightly on top of Janius'. She gave a chuckle at his broken Jel, if only to distract herself from her thoughts of Newt. She never liked separating from him, but doing so when she knew for a fact that he was going to be in danger was much worse. She had to hold back frightened tears as she thought of all of the possibilities of what might happen. She breathed in deeply, then forced herself to stand to her feet. "I...guess we should get ready."

As expected, it did take some time for everyone to rise and ready themselves, but they had the perfect chance to attack. The ships' crew worked in shifts, and at the moment, the shift was in the middle of changing. The ones who were heading to their beds were fatigued from their work, and the others were just waking up. The mere fact that they would be facing lycans who outnumbered them meant they were essentially doomed, but Meesei wanted to get through this without any casualties. As such, she wanted to give them every advantage they could. Meesei stood at the bow and looked over at the other ship sailing alongside them. Among those on deck were several of the clan, including the Senche-raht, S'nishi, who was posing as a slaver. Meesei then looked back on the deck of her own ship and briefly locked eyes with Lorag, who was in his own position next to the Senche cages. Once the signal was given, he would help them to break the lock so they could join in the fight as well. Irenya, along with several others from the clan, were also on the deck and ready.

With no further delay, Meesei brought her hands together and began charging a fireball between them. Its intensity grew rapidly, until a Redguard woman from the crew noticed. "Hey, what are you doing?" She asked loudly as she put her hand on the hilt of her blade. Of course, Meesei did not acknowledge her, and instead launched the fireball up into the air. Between the two ships, the fireball exploded, and rather loudly. For those on deck, just seeing it would be enough to prompt them to transform, and those underneath would easily hear the sound.

Kaleeth and Janius were on the crew deck just below, along with many others from the clan. Kaleeth had been loitering in the ship's mess, just waiting to hear the signal with her heart pounding, and when it finally came, she did not waste a second. Almost simultaneously, she, and many of the others, began their transformations.

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Ma'tanza shifted around to try and find a more comfortable position in which to lay, but none of their limited options seemed any better. [i]"As alright as it can be, Ma'tanza supposes. Let's just hope we can get any sleep at all."

Ahnasha wished she could have held the children more comfortably, but the shackles were far more restricting than she liked. Nevertheless, she could at least give them a story, as long as she whispered. She wanted to make sure they were asleep before she allowed herself to rest as well, no matter how long it took. "Okay, well I have one about a brave Cathay, an axe, and...a dragon..."

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For the Khajiit in the hold, the next morning was just as uncomfortable as almost all of them had expected. Unless they could successfully push them aside, the chains and shackles tended to dig into their sides as they slept, and they had nothing soft upon which to sleep apart from one another. For some, the morning was uncomfortable in a different sense, as many of them had been tossing, turning, and otherwise shifting in the night. When Ma'tanza awoke, Tzirret was sleeping face down on her chest. Although, it could have been much worse, as Bheja discovered when he opened his eyes and quickly screamed at how he was laying on Qa'habi.

Kaleeth, by the time Janius awoke, was sitting on the floor next to their hammock, staring ahead worriedly. They, and all of the others in the clan posing as slavers, had been given simple communal quarters, which were fortunately mostly separate from those of the actual crew. They did have some degree of privacy, though it was not enough that any of them felt safe talking freely at anything above a whisper.

When Janius started to stir, Kaleeth turned her head towards him. "Do you think Newt is...alright down there?" She asked in Jel. Janius had been learning, though they had not yet been in a position where he was relying strictly upon it for communication.

Above deck, Meesei had been one of the first among the clan to leave her room to get ready. She had moved up top under the guise of checking the Senches' enchantments, though now she was just waiting until it was time for their mutiny. It would be another hour or two, but when that time came, she would be ready to give the signal.