After the conversation with Qa'habi is over, is there more you want Tzirret to do, or should I skip to the next bit?
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Qa'habi had actually seemed rather enthusiastic when he was describing his bow. Hunting was his passion, so it was natural that he would have an interest in the implements that he used. He had just finished describing the particular type of composite which was used in the construction of his own bow when Tzirret suddenly shifted the topic. He had been in the mood to explain anything about hunting, but when he suddenly asked about Ma'tanza, specifically his history with her, his attitude immediately made a turn for the worse.
Qa'habi gave Tzirret a glare, actually seeming to be rather cross towards him. There were a few moments of silence as he frowned, and shifted in place uncomfortably. "Qa'habi does not want to talk about that." He answered, quickly putting his bow away back onto his bedroll.
Qa'habi gave Tzirret a glare, actually seeming to be rather cross towards him. There were a few moments of silence as he frowned, and shifted in place uncomfortably. "Qa'habi does not want to talk about that." He answered, quickly putting his bow away back onto his bedroll.
I'm going to a club meeting this evening, so I'll likely be home late.
As soon as Tzirret finished explaining his intentions, Qa'habi started shaking his head. "No, no, bone would not work for a bow, at least not to make an entire bow. Bone can be use to strengthen parts of a composite bow, but not for the whole bow. Not any normal bone, anyway. Qa'habi has heard of some very powerful creatures whose bones might work, but it would take a lot to find and kill them. If you have never made a bow before, you probably do not want to try and start off with a composite bow. A composite can give more power in a smaller size, depending on the design, but they take specialized materials and skills to make. This one's bow is a composite reflex bow, of Khajiit design."
Given the size of the ship, it did not take long for the pair to reach Qa'habi's bunk, on which all of his belongings were sitting. His bow was unstrung, and as such was curved back into its resting position, so much so that the two ends of the bow were nearly touching. "You see? When unstrung, the bow almost looks like a loop, so you can imagine the kind of power it gives when strung and ready to fire. It lets the archer hit as hard as possible with as compact of a bow as possible; very important when trying to maneuver between trees, or the branches above. But, this kind of construction is only possible with a composite. Forming a bow out of a single material requires a very tall bow to get comparable power, about the height of the archer. But, it is much, much easier, and better for beginners. With instruction, you could complete one in a day."
Given the size of the ship, it did not take long for the pair to reach Qa'habi's bunk, on which all of his belongings were sitting. His bow was unstrung, and as such was curved back into its resting position, so much so that the two ends of the bow were nearly touching. "You see? When unstrung, the bow almost looks like a loop, so you can imagine the kind of power it gives when strung and ready to fire. It lets the archer hit as hard as possible with as compact of a bow as possible; very important when trying to maneuver between trees, or the branches above. But, this kind of construction is only possible with a composite. Forming a bow out of a single material requires a very tall bow to get comparable power, about the height of the archer. But, it is much, much easier, and better for beginners. With instruction, you could complete one in a day."
Once Tir finished her dinner, she made her way out of the diner and set off at a leisurely pace towards the nearest junk dealer. It had been interesting to meet another of her own kind after such a long time, particularly one that was not either a businessperson or an assassin. Both of those were common occupations for her species, as they both required a particular type of ruthlessness that came naturally to her kind. Admittedly, her own profession was not far removed from the life of an assassin, but she liked to think that there was much more to herself than just being a simple bounty hunter. As for Dyno, if the views he expressed on his radio program were honest, he might be someone she could trust.
Tir had to spend an hour or so scrounging around between different merchants and junk dealers before she could find a datapad with a compatible screen to her own. It was broken and would not power on, but hopefully, all she really needed was that single part. A broken datapad was not an expensive purchase, so it would not be a great loss if it did not work. After she had what she needed, she made her way back to her speeder, or rather, the speeder she had been using for the past few hours. Strictly speaking, it was not actually hers, but rather that of the Pure she had just killed. It was not as if there were any authorities in 3030 to care about proper registration, so she reasoned she could use it for a while. Even so, she did not fly it back directly to her apartment, instead finding somewhere secluded to land and lock the vehicle about twenty minutes away, by foot. She did not want to risk bringing it too close to her home until she had a chance to check it over for tracking software or equipment.
Tir’s apartment was three floors up from the building’s entrance, and at least in layout, was identical to any of the other living spaces around her. It was small, with but a single room and a refresher, and structurally, was just as run-down as the rest of the building. It’s lights had a tendency to flicker and dim from the building’s somewhat faulty wiring, and the one in the refresher had not worked at all until she had taken it upon herself to fix it. The walls and floor were stained from previous tenants, and her window would not quite close all the way by itself. Her income would actually allow her to rent a higher quality apartment, but she was not someone who wanted to spend her credits on something she did not need.
In contrast to the structure itself, all of Tir’s belongings within the apartment were clean and neatly organized. She had arranged her furniture to give her as much floor space as the small room would allow, and there was scarcely a hint of dirt or grime other than what was stained into the walls. Most of her belongings were organized neatly into labeled containers, though the labels were written in the Tiss’shar language as opposed to Basic.
As soon as Tir stepped into the room and locked the door behind her, she removed her belts and pouches and neatly hung them up on the wall. The only exception was her bandolier, which also served as the sheathe for her sword. For it, she propped it up against the side of her couch, so as to be able to keep it close at hand in an emergency. Once settled, Tir took both datapads and set them down on the floor in the empty space in the center of the room, grabbed a few of her tools from one of the containers, then sat down to begin her work of disassembling them.
Tir had to spend an hour or so scrounging around between different merchants and junk dealers before she could find a datapad with a compatible screen to her own. It was broken and would not power on, but hopefully, all she really needed was that single part. A broken datapad was not an expensive purchase, so it would not be a great loss if it did not work. After she had what she needed, she made her way back to her speeder, or rather, the speeder she had been using for the past few hours. Strictly speaking, it was not actually hers, but rather that of the Pure she had just killed. It was not as if there were any authorities in 3030 to care about proper registration, so she reasoned she could use it for a while. Even so, she did not fly it back directly to her apartment, instead finding somewhere secluded to land and lock the vehicle about twenty minutes away, by foot. She did not want to risk bringing it too close to her home until she had a chance to check it over for tracking software or equipment.
Tir’s apartment was three floors up from the building’s entrance, and at least in layout, was identical to any of the other living spaces around her. It was small, with but a single room and a refresher, and structurally, was just as run-down as the rest of the building. It’s lights had a tendency to flicker and dim from the building’s somewhat faulty wiring, and the one in the refresher had not worked at all until she had taken it upon herself to fix it. The walls and floor were stained from previous tenants, and her window would not quite close all the way by itself. Her income would actually allow her to rent a higher quality apartment, but she was not someone who wanted to spend her credits on something she did not need.
In contrast to the structure itself, all of Tir’s belongings within the apartment were clean and neatly organized. She had arranged her furniture to give her as much floor space as the small room would allow, and there was scarcely a hint of dirt or grime other than what was stained into the walls. Most of her belongings were organized neatly into labeled containers, though the labels were written in the Tiss’shar language as opposed to Basic.
As soon as Tir stepped into the room and locked the door behind her, she removed her belts and pouches and neatly hung them up on the wall. The only exception was her bandolier, which also served as the sheathe for her sword. For it, she propped it up against the side of her couch, so as to be able to keep it close at hand in an emergency. Once settled, Tir took both datapads and set them down on the floor in the empty space in the center of the room, grabbed a few of her tools from one of the containers, then sat down to begin her work of disassembling them.
Ssarak Dyreackthanose
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Ssarak’s sword was already drawn, but upon seeing the veritable wave of ridge hounds before them, he readied his shield as well. As far as underground caves were concerned, the catacombs were fairly large, but they were still more restrictive than he would have liked. Being able to fly above the beasts would have given him more than enough of an advantage, but that was not the situation he was in. In preparation for this excursion into the Ravine, he had naturally taken the time to learn of its common denizens, and fortunately, ridge hounds were anything but unusual. They were like pests, but much more deadly.
In the time since his last mission, Ssarak’s abilities had expanded, and he intended to make use of them. The ridge hounds had no eyes with which to see, but their hearing easily compensated for that weakness. However, their hearing could be “blinded” in much the same way as eyesight. Towards the mass of hounds, he targeted an attack against the few in the front: an illusion of an extremely loud, piercing sound to briefly stun them. As they were leading the charge, any sudden delay was likely to sew some chaos among the crowd and potentially cause them to trip over one another. He then followed that attack with another, targeting some, but not all of the hounds. It would not be necessary to create the illusion for all of them, and would be more efficient with his blood. In their minds, he altered their perception of some of the other hounds around them so that they appeared to be something other than a ridge hound. These creatures were meant to be brutal and aggressive, but not greatly intelligent. They would attack anything they could view as prey. Many of those he targeted were nearer to the front, and a fight there would of course stall the group. Given their temperament, it could potentially draw in others behind them as well.
Ssarak stood directly alongside Tyrael with his weapons still at the ready. If his illusions opened up the proper opportunities, he would possibly move forward to engage them.
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Ssarak’s sword was already drawn, but upon seeing the veritable wave of ridge hounds before them, he readied his shield as well. As far as underground caves were concerned, the catacombs were fairly large, but they were still more restrictive than he would have liked. Being able to fly above the beasts would have given him more than enough of an advantage, but that was not the situation he was in. In preparation for this excursion into the Ravine, he had naturally taken the time to learn of its common denizens, and fortunately, ridge hounds were anything but unusual. They were like pests, but much more deadly.
In the time since his last mission, Ssarak’s abilities had expanded, and he intended to make use of them. The ridge hounds had no eyes with which to see, but their hearing easily compensated for that weakness. However, their hearing could be “blinded” in much the same way as eyesight. Towards the mass of hounds, he targeted an attack against the few in the front: an illusion of an extremely loud, piercing sound to briefly stun them. As they were leading the charge, any sudden delay was likely to sew some chaos among the crowd and potentially cause them to trip over one another. He then followed that attack with another, targeting some, but not all of the hounds. It would not be necessary to create the illusion for all of them, and would be more efficient with his blood. In their minds, he altered their perception of some of the other hounds around them so that they appeared to be something other than a ridge hound. These creatures were meant to be brutal and aggressive, but not greatly intelligent. They would attack anything they could view as prey. Many of those he targeted were nearer to the front, and a fight there would of course stall the group. Given their temperament, it could potentially draw in others behind them as well.
Ssarak stood directly alongside Tyrael with his weapons still at the ready. If his illusions opened up the proper opportunities, he would possibly move forward to engage them.
Since the question was very sudden, and seemingly random, Qa'habi hesitated for a few moments as he looked to Tzirret strangely. "Um, bows? This one cannot teach you how to shoot them on the ship, but if you just want to learn about the bow itself...he supposes he can. It would give Qa'habi something to do. Were you wanting to learn archery or something? It is a lot different from fighting with a spear. Qa'habi just needs to go get his bow."
Given Ma'tanza's experience with such things, she could identify awkward excuses such as Tzirret's in a heartbeat, but in this case, she couldn't imagine what he was making an excuse for. She could not recall anything happening that usually provoked those kinds of excuses. Eventually, she began to wonder if Tzirret legitimately just wanted to learn about bows. The way he had asked had been awkward, but Tzirret did have a tendency to act awkwardly from time to time.
Given Ma'tanza's experience with such things, she could identify awkward excuses such as Tzirret's in a heartbeat, but in this case, she couldn't imagine what he was making an excuse for. She could not recall anything happening that usually provoked those kinds of excuses. Eventually, she began to wonder if Tzirret legitimately just wanted to learn about bows. The way he had asked had been awkward, but Tzirret did have a tendency to act awkwardly from time to time.
I will be getting to mine tomorrow, if all goes well.
Goodnight.
Bheja shook his head in response. He did not seem quite as nervous as Ma'tanza, but he did have some trepidation about joining in this particular outing. "I, uh, I've already seen it before. And even if the Champion is fine with a few people coming along, I do actually doubt she would want a crowd with her. If we're not stopping in the city, then they'll probably be taking a rowboat, which I can't imagine holds all that many people."
Qa'habi nodded in agreement. "Yeah, it's probably best not to ask for too much. Anyway, what should we do now? There really isn't much to do on this ship, and not much space to be creative. Back as the outpost, Qa'habi would just practice with his bow when he was bored, but here? This one may as well just stare at a wall when he is not with all of you."
Qa'habi nodded in agreement. "Yeah, it's probably best not to ask for too much. Anyway, what should we do now? There really isn't much to do on this ship, and not much space to be creative. Back as the outpost, Qa'habi would just practice with his bow when he was bored, but here? This one may as well just stare at a wall when he is not with all of you."
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