EliteCommander

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Ssarak Dyreackthanose

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Ssarak could hardly concentrate due to the shouting in his head, so when the Human started to attempt to pull him to his feet, he gladly complied. She must have had some sort of plan that he was unable to form at the moment. She grabbed his arm and started to lead him away, out of the dining hall, and eventually outside. The farther they went from the mass of people in the dining hall, the weaker they voices in his mind became. They were close enough that they were still there, and still disruptive, but he was able to regain some measure of concentration. He still did not hear what the Human said, but he knew what he intended to do. Once they were outside, he took a few deep breaths and concentrated on reigning in control of his blood. With the voices weakened, he finally managed to stop himself from listening to them, allowing silence to once again return to his mind.

Now that the ordeal was over with, he looked down to the Human next to him and bowed gratefully. "Thank you. Now that my head is clear, I should probably give an explanation. As I believe I said, I am a psychomancer. I have the ability to read the thoughts and emotions of others, but like most novices of my blood, I cannot always control the ability. I accidentally began to read the minds of those around me, all of them. In such a crowded place, it was a...painful experience."

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Meesei walked through the forests outside Cheydinhal alone, following the scent of her quarry, though this time she was not out to kill, but rather for a greater purpose. Her lord had given her a task, instructions to add a new member to her pack. She had followed his directions and had been waiting all night in the forests outside Cheydinhal, and now it seemed her patience had paid off. She caught the scent of a lycan, and not a dead one as she had found a few hours prior. No, this one was very much alive, though the scent of blood in the air called into question its health.

The early morning sun had just begun to cast a faint glow over the land on what would be a warm, clear day. While not as hot or humid as her homeland, the temperate forests of Cyrodiil suited Meesei perfectly fine. She walked through the forest, stopping periodically to look for signs that a werewolf had passed, as well as to reaquire the lycan's scent. As usual, she was unarmed, needing little more than her own mind to keep herself protected. Few hunters chose magic as their preferred method to kill, but she had more than proven its potency. Her attire consisted of a deerskin loincloth with several leather pouches for carrying useful items, as well as two thick leather strips worn in a cross across her chest, draped in bear fur on both the front and back. It held pouches and other ways of carrying things as well, though she rarely had cause to use them. She had a necklace of teeth from all manner of creatures, including bear, deer, mountain lions, and even a few from a minotaur. She also wore rough leather shoes and leather bracers, each adorned with three rows of animal claws from similar creatures as her necklace. Overall, she very much had the appearance of a tribal, which was not far from the truth. Though her pack came from places all over Tamriel, they all considered themselves family.

Eventually, Meesei tracked the scent to its source. Beneath a large oak with fresh claw marks on its trunk was a Dunmer laying bare on the ground, unconscious. He was wounded with blood coating his skin, though from the scent, it was not all his own. He had already been through his first transformation and was in the process of recovering, by the looks of it. The wound on his shoulder was deep and appeared to have cut into major blood vessels. Without treatment, a normal mortal would have certainly perished, but this Dunmer was no average mortal. He was a lycan; their ability to regenerate their wounds far exceeded that of a normal person. This was the one Hircine had sent her to find, though she wondered what use he would be to them. He appeared very young; perhaps not as young as Sabine, but young nonetheless. Regardless, she trusted the judgement of her lord and would take this new blood into her pack without question.

Meesei approached the unconscious Dunmer and picked him up off of the ground, carrying him in her arms. She was no warrior, but the strength granted to her by her beast blood allowed her to carry even a grown man with relative ease. The camp her pack had established was not too far away, so it would be a simple matter to carry him back. As she was walking, she charged restoration energy into his body, enough to keep him stable as she made her way back, but not enough that he would awaken beforehand. New lycans tended to be rather confused, and often in denial, so she felt it best that he awaken in the presence of the rest of the pack.

After about half an hour, Meesei made it back to camp, the Dunmer still unconscious in her arms. She placed him down on a large rock near the campfire, then knelt down beside him and got to work on sealing up the wound on his shoulder. His own regeneration had taken care of most of it, so there was not much left for her to do. Her arrival had of course gathered the attention of the rest of the pack, so they gathered around to observe their new family member. As Meesei had expected, Lorag was the first to comment.

"Hmph, this is the one Hircine sent you after? I know we're not supposed to question our master, but this kid looks even younger than catdog here." Lorag said, motioning towards Ahnasha. She looked back at him, giving a low growl.

"Do you really have to call me that?" She said, slightly agitated.

Lorag chuckled. "Get used to it. I like your new name. Glad I came up with it."

"Silence." Meesei quipped. "The newest member of our pack will likely be waking soon, and I don't want the first thing he hears to be your bickering." She said, returning to her healing.

Elder Scrolls: Terror of the Padomaic

The breakout itself shouldn't take long, since we have it mostly written.

Mass Effect-Spectre's (Sci-Fi open sign ups)

Well, the homeworld of both the Quarians and Geth is Rannock (or however you spell it). In ME3, if they both survive, the Geth offer to help the Quarians resettle on the planet. They even begin to help them gain back their immune systems (your character would probably have a decent enough immune system, Saarebas). If they both survived the war, they would have to be coexisting. Although, as you said, it is reasonable to say that there would be groups of Quarians that still don't accept them, probably offworld.

At any rate, I am eager to join as a Geth. There is one suggestion in terms of technology I'd like to run by you. In ME1, they had guns that could cool on their own, but it took a while, so they replaced them with thermal clips to cool more quickly, but it required them to sacrifice the former cooling tech. In my mind, the natural progression of that technology would be guns that could use thermal clips, but when they ran out, they could still cool on their own like in ME1. What would you think?

Elder Scrolls: Terror of the Padomaic

Anyone who is there could respond. I think we're ready to begin the breakout.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Never mind, I couldn't bring myself to go to bed without responding. Now I'm going to sleep. Goodnight.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Ssarak heard the voice of someone beside him, though with the shouting in his head, he couldn’t make out what the person said. He turned his head and looked at the Human beside him, his eyes watering from the intense pain he was in. She appeared to be concerned, so she probably had been asking if he was alright, or perhaps if he needed help. He had been ill prepared for this situation. Although he had experienced accidental mind reading plenty of times before, it had never happened in a place so crowded. He couldn’t have imagined what it would be like to hear so many thoughts and feelings at once, and now he was paying the price.

Ssarak groaned in pain, trying to concentrate enough to at least think about how to stop this madness. Eventually, he reclaimed enough of his senses to at least give a response to the Human. “I…my head. Too many thoughts at once.” He said before managing to think of a new strategy. He needed to find something to concentrate on, something to put all of his mind’s attention in one place, instead of on the thoughts of those around him. He stared at the human, deciding to focus on giving her an intelligible response.

“I am a…psychomancer. I have a terrible headache brought on…by my abilities.” He said, the pace of his words slowing significantly by the end. Closing his eyes once more, he started breathing in and out deeply, trying to calm his mind. He shifted his attention from talking, focusing all of his thoughts on the simple act of breathing.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

I see Ryonara posted. Being that it is 2:30 AM, though, I'll have to wait to respond until morning, as I'll be going to bed soon.

Mass Effect-Spectre's (Sci-Fi open sign ups)

So, I am a fan of Mass Effect and am interested. I have a few questions, though. First, how do you feel about Geth? Is this RP going under the assumption that both the Quarians and Geth survived the war, and if so, would anything prevent me from being a Geth? As they would have gained individuality in the war. I'm also wondering how the galaxy has changed in those 20 years following the war in terms of tech, society, and so on (I made an RP set in this time period once, so I have a lot of ideas, if you're open to them).

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

If anyone is bored, Ssarak is fighting a mental battle, and looks to be in pain.