Meesei nooded. "It would be unwise for the Alpha to lie to her pack members, lest they lose faith in me. You are being given a generous offer here. That werewolf that attacked you, it was feral, a lycan that had become little more than a feral beast. Many of the inexperienced fall down that path, losing the ability to separate the beast from themselves. You were right to kill it. We are different, we hunt with purpose. We hunt for our lord and live for each other. We are a family, a pack with a bond tighter than any simple blood relation. We are a pack that is offering to accept you into our fold, to take you under our care, with no cost other than that you listen to my word."
At this point, Lorag took a few steps forward, his mind made up on what he had observed. "Yeah, yeah, I see it now. I think I remember you. You're one of the kids in the Avarul family. What was it, Fendor, Feindro, Fendros, Fendrul...somethin' like that? I was born in Cheydinhal, lived there before I ended up in the Legion. I got to say, your parents were some of my favorite people in town. Never met 'em in person, of course, but they made some of the best wine in town at that vineyard. Ah, what I wouldn't give for a bottle..." He said, his voice trailing off at the end as his mind retreated into the memories of the fine wines and ales he used to have. It was about the only part of civilized life he missed.
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Meesei remained unfazed by the Dunmer's outright denial of his situation, as she had expected it. The others remained silent to allow Meesei to explain; even Lorag was uncharacteristically quiet. He was staring at the Dunmer quizzically, his face scrunched up as if he was deep in thought. For the moment, Meesei did not notice, as she was focused on persuading the Dunmer not to go and get himself killed.
"Yes, you could go back to Cheydinhal, I wouldn't stop you. It would be a fatal error, but you could do it. You see, as a new werewolf, you would be able to stay in the city for a short time, go back to your friends and family. But, no fresh lycan has enough control over their urges to remain in civilization for long. You would lose control and kill those closest to you. Your friends, family, those you spend your time around, they would die by your hand. Perhaps you would even get to feast on their corpses before the city guard found and killed you. Of course, there is a better option. It is the will of Hircine for you to join my pack. We will teach you how to control the blessing that has been given to you, how to fight and kill like a true hunter of the wilds. Afterwards, there would be nothing stopping you from leaving, though I suspect that would not be your desire " Meesei explained, leaning in closer to him. "And if you don't believe me, well, ask yourself, could you always smell someone's heartbeat?"
"Yes, you could go back to Cheydinhal, I wouldn't stop you. It would be a fatal error, but you could do it. You see, as a new werewolf, you would be able to stay in the city for a short time, go back to your friends and family. But, no fresh lycan has enough control over their urges to remain in civilization for long. You would lose control and kill those closest to you. Your friends, family, those you spend your time around, they would die by your hand. Perhaps you would even get to feast on their corpses before the city guard found and killed you. Of course, there is a better option. It is the will of Hircine for you to join my pack. We will teach you how to control the blessing that has been given to you, how to fight and kill like a true hunter of the wilds. Afterwards, there would be nothing stopping you from leaving, though I suspect that would not be your desire " Meesei explained, leaning in closer to him. "And if you don't believe me, well, ask yourself, could you always smell someone's heartbeat?"
Hey Mutton, when I sent you those bios, I had [My Character Name] in place of Meesei, since I hadn't thought of her name yet. Could you replace them in the NPC bios?
Ssarak Dyreackthanose
"Thank you, Meirin. My name is Ssarak Dyreackthanose, it is a pleasure to meet you. I believe I will be fine. I became distracted while observing all of the people in the dining hall, so I was not as careful as I should have been. It was my fault it happened. Normally, I only accidentally read minds when I actually attempt to use my abilities." Ssarak explained. He was appreciative of her aid, and of how willing she seemed to be to help a stranger. It was not often he encountered people such as that since leaving his homeland.
"Still, there is no harm in learning a potentially useful talent. I am not one to turn down knowledge in any case; I would be grateful for any advice you have to offer. I would like to make sure to be back in the dining hall in time for the magic demonstrations, however. I would not want to be responsible for you missing the show any more than I would want to miss it myself." Ssarak said with a friendly smile. Despite the embarrassment he experienced earlier, his first day at the college was shaping up to be a good one. He seemed to have a great deal of luck in finding friendly individuals. He did not doubt there were other, more malicious students at the college as well, but his appearance was usually enough to keep such people away. In his experience, those types of people usually only liked to bother people who they perceived as weak or vulnerable.
"Thank you, Meirin. My name is Ssarak Dyreackthanose, it is a pleasure to meet you. I believe I will be fine. I became distracted while observing all of the people in the dining hall, so I was not as careful as I should have been. It was my fault it happened. Normally, I only accidentally read minds when I actually attempt to use my abilities." Ssarak explained. He was appreciative of her aid, and of how willing she seemed to be to help a stranger. It was not often he encountered people such as that since leaving his homeland.
"Still, there is no harm in learning a potentially useful talent. I am not one to turn down knowledge in any case; I would be grateful for any advice you have to offer. I would like to make sure to be back in the dining hall in time for the magic demonstrations, however. I would not want to be responsible for you missing the show any more than I would want to miss it myself." Ssarak said with a friendly smile. Despite the embarrassment he experienced earlier, his first day at the college was shaping up to be a good one. He seemed to have a great deal of luck in finding friendly individuals. He did not doubt there were other, more malicious students at the college as well, but his appearance was usually enough to keep such people away. In his experience, those types of people usually only liked to bother people who they perceived as weak or vulnerable.
Meesei glanced over to Janius. "He is how I found him. It appears he killed a lycan, but was turned himself. I found the body of a werewolf not too far from where I found him." She said just before the Dunmer started to stir. Sabine draped a fur blanket over him, as he would likely feel cold due to the blood loss. Even as a lycan, he would still need some time to fully recover. It seemed that he thought Meesei's pack were bandits, which amused her, though she kept a serious demeanor. "No, quite the contrary, we are, for all intents and purposes, your family now. In your battle with that lycan, you were born into the pack. You are a werewolf, a hound of Hircine, as are all of us."
"We understand if you are confused, but trust me that you have been given a great gift. You now have capabilities far beyond those of lesser mortals. You are a true hunter." Ahnasha added, giving a reassuring nod as she looked down on him.
"We understand if you are confused, but trust me that you have been given a great gift. You now have capabilities far beyond those of lesser mortals. You are a true hunter." Ahnasha added, giving a reassuring nod as she looked down on him.
Ssarak Dyreackthanose
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."
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."
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.
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.
The breakout itself shouldn't take long, since we have it mostly written.
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?
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?
Anyone who is there could respond. I think we're ready to begin the breakout.
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