EliteCommander

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Ahnasha turned her head just enough so that she could see Rhazii in the periphery of her vision. "I'm sorry, little one, not quite yet. Once we get to camp, you can have the rest of your water for the day. It will just be an hour or two; try to get back to sleep in the meantime." She answered. She hated to deny him water, but she had to make sure he spaced out his water appropriately, and did not go through all of it at once.

Kaleeth shrugged her shoulders. "Hmm, well I don't really know either. At least you don't have to suffer like the others, though. Since you seem to be able to move around just fine, maybe we can spar when we get to camp? No one I usually train with has wanted to since we got to the desert, since they're hurting enough even without being slapped by a wooden sword."

Once the ointment had been applied, Ma'tanza took the bottle and nodded to Tzirret. "It takes a minute or two, but it should be soon, yes. Thank you."

Turning back to Sabine, Ma'tanza returned the bottle. "And thank you. Ma'tanza would be glad to help you with the balm. You will just need to teach her the process to make it. Maybe she can bring M'ibasa to watch as well? He has been so bored since this journey started, he would be glad to have anything new to do. Personally, Ma'tanza thinks he should just feel lucky to be able to nap up on S'nishi's back."

On the other side of Tzirret, Bheja nudged Tzirret's side. He snickered, then leaned in to whisper into Tzirret's ear. "Hmph, nice. Maybe at this point, you should offer to just follow around behind her so you can reach around and hold up her breasts with your hands. I'm sure that would solve her problem just fine." He teased.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Kaleeth huffed. "Unless there is someone who can make gold from sand, there is nothing of value here. We should just let Vile's forces suffer in this desert. Take everything else and leave them here."

Leaning forward slightly, Kaleeth looked to her right, towards Ahnasha and Fendros. Compared to most of the others, she had noticed that Fendros was surprisingly calm, and perhaps even comfortable, in the desert. Neither the sun nor dryness seemed to bother him. "Compared to Janius, you don't look any different from normal, Fendros. The sun is beating down on your skin just as much as his; what are you doing to get through it?"

Ma'tanza gratefully accepted the bottle and opened it up, carefully applying a small amount to her hand. "Thank you, Sabine. Hopefully, it will get Ma'tanza through the last few hours until we make camp. If there is anything this one can do for you, let her know." She offered. Ma'tanza corked the ceramic bottle once more, then started to apply the ointment to her chest.

With Tzirret's question, Ma'tanza looked over to him briefly, then offered him the bottle. "Oh, thanks. You can help with that while Ma'tanza is doing this. Just don't use too much; this one does not want to be wasteful."

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

For Kaleeth, the desert was far more uncomfortable than she was expecting. She knew about the heat beforehand, but heat had never been an issue for her. Indeed, the heat of the desert was not what was bothering her, but rather its overwhelming dryness. The feeling of having almost no water in the air, and being only able to drink so much in a day was awful for an Argonian. "I don't feel great. This place is so dry it causes my scales to itch. They're not burned like Janius' skin, but this is not a place I want to be. I'd give anything just to be able to jump in the water for a few minutes. I just can't fathom why anyone would want to live here. Why on Nirn is there a city in the middle of this desert? It seems insane."

Ma'tanza raised up her hands and shook her head at Sabine. "Oh, no, there's no need to make any more. Not if it needs the aloe leaves. Ma'tanza is sore, but it seems like the Humans and Elves are going through a lot worse than this one. She wouldn't want you to use anything on her that could be used to help them. But...if you have any of the ointment already made, Ma'tanza would be grateful to have it." She answered.

Peiter chuckled. "Well, right now, fire is a good approximation. Usually, though, it's just a lot smoother than fur. I'm guessing that I feel the breeze more strongly, and things like that. It's not bad, most of the time. It's just awful being sunburned. I don't think it's really the heat that does it, it's the light itself. You don't get sunburn from just being in a hot place. It isn't as bad up north, where the sun is less intense, and there's more shade. Sure, I've gotten sunburn back in Cyrodiil a few times, but nothing like this." He explained.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Can you find waldo?

@EthTenshi

I'm afraid I can't even find the picture.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Grey could be of immense help in the Catacombs, if what I have in mind is something that works. Your last post gives me plenty of ideas.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Ahnasha too was carrying Rhazii, walking alongside Fendros, Janius, and Kaleeth. By far, she, and the rest of the Khajiit, were suffering the least out of all of the clan, with perhaps a few exceptions. Their bodies were, unsurprisingly, naturally well-acclimated to the desert. Their skin was protected from the sun by their fur, and even with the fur, they were quite good at expelling heat. Granted, the ability of Humans and Elves to sweat gave them even greater control of their body temperature, but the sun’s light was much more of an enemy to them. Fendros, at least, did not seem to be having much of an issue. He could sweat to keep himself reasonably cool, and his dark skin was unburned by the sun. Unlike some of the non-Khajiit couples, she could actually touch him without worry.

“You will need to pass on the burden at some point, Janius. We still have over another week of this left.” Ahnasha warned. “If only we had more Senche to pull more carts. Then, we could cover them up and let most of the Humans and Elves ride in them. As it stands, we barely have enough space for the elderly to trade out with the carts. Maybe we should have tried to buy camels in Senchal. It would have been harder to justify to the slavers, but we’d be having a much easier time right now.”

Peiter huffed, intending for it to be more of a laugh, but finding that too painful to attempt. He looked over to Tzirret, and immediately hated the fact that he had to move his neck. “Trust me, if I could take your fur right now, I definitely would. I would put on one of those thick, fur coats from Bruma if it meant protecting me from this sun. It’s strange, this place doesn’t feel as hot as the Tenmar forest. Down there, it was so humid, and I was constantly drenched in sweat. I don’t feel as hot overall, it’s just that my skin feels like it’s on fire.”

Ma’tanza looked to be more uncomfortable than most of the Khajiit, but for different reasons. For her, it had started even before they reached the desert, as she did not perform well on these long journeys, not without help. She rubbed her back uncomfortably as she looked at Tzirret. “Ma’tanza’s back hurts, and her chest feels sore.” She commented before glancing over to Sabine with nervous curiosity. “Sabine…the ointment you gave to Ma’tanza before. Does it use any of the same ingredients as your skin balms?” She asked. While she wanted relief, she would not ask for it if it meant taking away from the treatments of the non-Khajiit who needed protection from the sun.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

I was just about to head to bed. I'll respond tomorrow. Although, I might not be able to get to it in the middle of the day, and I get home not long before you usually get online. Regardless, goodnight.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Now, it may not apply to me or anything, but I'm sure you know that I just can't help but to apply my knowledge if there's a place for it. You mentioned in that critique that with really sensitive hearing, you could hear the inside of your own ear. Technically true, but it wouldn't matter. The brain blocks out constants, it's why you can't see your own nose, or constantly smell yourself. You can already hear your own blood with your normal hearing (it's right next to it, after all), it's just that your brain ignores it. Really interesting, the brain is.

Anyway, no other comment on anything. I just couldn't help but to say that.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Ma'tanza's eyes widened slightly when Tzirret moved his head closer to hers, but relaxed once he stopped with his forehead pressed against her. "Well, Ma'tanza will not say it is easy, but she does think it is worthwhile. Don't worry if you don't understand it at first, and keep trying. Ma'tanza can help if you need it." She commented.

---

The clan finished stripping the ships of everything useful that night, so they were able to begin the overland portion of their journey the very next day. They had to move carefully in order to cross the border safely, but Colors was able to get them through without incident. From there, the traveling became surprisingly easy. The forests of northern Elsweyr were not nearly as thick as the southern jungles, so the clan was able to move with relative ease. Unfortunately, that lasted only a few days before the jungle transitioned to desert.

For most of the clan, the desert was an environment unlike any they had experienced before. Only those from Anequina, like Ra'jorr and Do'ajee, had any experience traversing its sands. The first day in the desert was not actually terrible for most of the clan, but by the third day, the stresses of the environment became more apparent. It was excessively hot and dry, but despite the thirst they all inevitably developed, they had to keep their water strictly rationed if they were to have enough for the journey. Kaleeth, Meesei, and any other Argonian had a particularly difficult time with the lack of humidity. It felt as if their scales were tightening around their bodies, putting them in a mild, but persistently uncomfortable state. However, they were not the only ones who faced issues. One problem that few in the clan foresaw was caused by the sun itself. The Khajiit's fur, and the Argonians' scales served as protection against the sun's light, but most of the non-beast races, especially the fair-skinned, had to deal with some rather comprehensive sunburn on their bodies. To make matters worse, even if they redistributed clothing to the Humans and Elves, what they had was not nearly enough to protect their whole bodies.

It was starting to reach evening on the third day, so the sun was not directly overhead, but that did not mean it was not still uncomfortably hot. For Peiter, the heat of the desert, even at midday, did not feel as hot as the thick, humid jungle of Pelletine. Rather, it was the other aspects of the environment that were causing most of his discomfort. Other than his bags and pouches, he had nothing to wear, so much of his skin was bright red. The sand was still hot under his feet, though the pain of that sensation had been dulled long ago. He walked along with Sabine, Ciinriel, Tzirret, and all of the other friends they had picked up in the clan. It would not be too long before they set up camp, which would come as a great relief after another day of constant walking.

"My skin feels like fire. Just...pure fire. I don't think I've ever been this angry at the sun before." Peiter commented with no shortage of agitation.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

I was caught in a discussion. I'll try to finish it quickly.