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My new graphics card is designed to run at 95 degrees...Celsius.
In her current state, it probably wouldn't work. Plus, I wouldn't want to make you edit.
I'm not sure it would fit at this point.
If 10:30 is early.
I do wish I had been more clear in my last one. I had hoped to convey that the enemy was putting pressure on them, so the others would not be able to help in time. I wanted to force Sabine to be the one to do it.
I do wish I had been more clear in my last one. I had hoped to convey that the enemy was putting pressure on them, so the others would not be able to help in time. I wanted to force Sabine to be the one to do it.
Lorag did not have much time to think, so his first reaction to Gallus' suggestion was also his final decision. "No, we don't know where it leads, and it might just throw us straight into the middle of the enemy. If we can't join up with Ri'vashi and the others, we're as good as dead."
With no one else giving any argument, the group continued to rush through the halls, and down the stairwells. Since they were facing no resistance, and already knew the way to the exit, they were able to move down to entry chamber in under two minutes. Unfortunately, the keep was crumbling just as quickly. There were more explosions all around them, and they could see stones falling from the ceiling of the chamber. What was worse was that, as they stepped into the entry chamber, Meesei spotted some of the insidious violet gas flowing into the chamber from underneath the doors on the far side of the chamber. It seemed that Vile's forces were releasing everything they could to kill as many of the lycans in the keep as possible. "Hurry, to the exit!" Meesei shouted. "That is the gas; do not breathe it!"
As fast as their feet could carry them, everyone rushed to the exit, and it was not a moment too soon. On the second level, just above the main entrance, there was another, deafening explosion. The alchemy fueled fireball entirely collapsed the floor beneath it, and most of the wall around it, straight onto the entrance. Masses of stone the size of Senche fell into the entryway, but everyone in the group made it outside safely...save for one.
Peiter had been in the back of the group, and thus was the last through the exit into the courtyard. When the wall collapsed onto it, he had not made it entirely through. He let out a blood-curdling scream as he was knocked to the ground, and a massive portion of the stonework landed straight on his right arm. The haft of his halberd was snapped in half beside him, and the intense weight on his arm had likely crushed the limb beyond any recognition. It was, however, still keeping him pinned, and unfortunately, most of the others were in no position to help.
Based on the bodies in the courtyard, while they had been assaulting the keep, Ri'vashi had been fighting a much larger ambushing force, and somehow, had actually been winning. The bodies of Vile's forces significantly outnumbered those of the lycans, and by this point, the lycans actually outnumbered the enemy. Unfortunately, over the course of the battle, Ri'vashi had evidently moved her forces over closer to the western wall to put them in a better defensive position. This meant that there were enemy soldiers close to the main entrance of the keep, and they turned their attention to Meesei and Gallus' pack as soon as they made it outside. Lorag set down Meesei and stood in front of her to guard her as he ordered everyone else to form up around him to hold them off. Meanwhile, Peiter was crying out to Sabine for help, though she would be nowhere near strong enough to lift the stonework on her own, even in lycan form. In fact, it was a task beyond most werewolves.
With no one else giving any argument, the group continued to rush through the halls, and down the stairwells. Since they were facing no resistance, and already knew the way to the exit, they were able to move down to entry chamber in under two minutes. Unfortunately, the keep was crumbling just as quickly. There were more explosions all around them, and they could see stones falling from the ceiling of the chamber. What was worse was that, as they stepped into the entry chamber, Meesei spotted some of the insidious violet gas flowing into the chamber from underneath the doors on the far side of the chamber. It seemed that Vile's forces were releasing everything they could to kill as many of the lycans in the keep as possible. "Hurry, to the exit!" Meesei shouted. "That is the gas; do not breathe it!"
As fast as their feet could carry them, everyone rushed to the exit, and it was not a moment too soon. On the second level, just above the main entrance, there was another, deafening explosion. The alchemy fueled fireball entirely collapsed the floor beneath it, and most of the wall around it, straight onto the entrance. Masses of stone the size of Senche fell into the entryway, but everyone in the group made it outside safely...save for one.
Peiter had been in the back of the group, and thus was the last through the exit into the courtyard. When the wall collapsed onto it, he had not made it entirely through. He let out a blood-curdling scream as he was knocked to the ground, and a massive portion of the stonework landed straight on his right arm. The haft of his halberd was snapped in half beside him, and the intense weight on his arm had likely crushed the limb beyond any recognition. It was, however, still keeping him pinned, and unfortunately, most of the others were in no position to help.
Based on the bodies in the courtyard, while they had been assaulting the keep, Ri'vashi had been fighting a much larger ambushing force, and somehow, had actually been winning. The bodies of Vile's forces significantly outnumbered those of the lycans, and by this point, the lycans actually outnumbered the enemy. Unfortunately, over the course of the battle, Ri'vashi had evidently moved her forces over closer to the western wall to put them in a better defensive position. This meant that there were enemy soldiers close to the main entrance of the keep, and they turned their attention to Meesei and Gallus' pack as soon as they made it outside. Lorag set down Meesei and stood in front of her to guard her as he ordered everyone else to form up around him to hold them off. Meanwhile, Peiter was crying out to Sabine for help, though she would be nowhere near strong enough to lift the stonework on her own, even in lycan form. In fact, it was a task beyond most werewolves.
There were none among the group who could react well to seeing Meesei in such a state. With her power, it was hard to even imagine what could do such a thing to her. Tears came to Kaleeth's eyes upon seeing the wounds, while Ahnasha was afraid of whatever had caused them. Lorag just seemed to grow more angry, but internally, his fear was just as pronounced as the others'.
For Meesei herself, she felt unbelievable relief upon seeing the faces of her pack, but was in far too much pain to express it. She had just managed to make it to her feet when Fendros and Janius ran up to support her. "The General...escaped. I could not defeat him. Everyone else is dead. Our enemy...they have a new weapon. A gas. It kills immediately, rips our souls from our bodies."
Just then, there was another explosion beneath them, followed by even more intense shaking and crashing sounds from below. A wall had just collapsed, and the keep was becoming even more unstable. As much as everyone likely wanted to heal Meesei and keep her comfortable, there was no time for any delays. Lorag rushed up to Meesei and snatched her up in his arms, lifting up her weight effortlessly. "We need to be out of this keep five minutes ago. Come on! We're gettin' to the courtyard, then gettin' out of this place." He shouted, and Meesei certainly did not protest. While Sabine would likely want to try and healer, she could still turn her own healing magic onto herself for now.
For Meesei herself, she felt unbelievable relief upon seeing the faces of her pack, but was in far too much pain to express it. She had just managed to make it to her feet when Fendros and Janius ran up to support her. "The General...escaped. I could not defeat him. Everyone else is dead. Our enemy...they have a new weapon. A gas. It kills immediately, rips our souls from our bodies."
Just then, there was another explosion beneath them, followed by even more intense shaking and crashing sounds from below. A wall had just collapsed, and the keep was becoming even more unstable. As much as everyone likely wanted to heal Meesei and keep her comfortable, there was no time for any delays. Lorag rushed up to Meesei and snatched her up in his arms, lifting up her weight effortlessly. "We need to be out of this keep five minutes ago. Come on! We're gettin' to the courtyard, then gettin' out of this place." He shouted, and Meesei certainly did not protest. While Sabine would likely want to try and healer, she could still turn her own healing magic onto herself for now.
Once they had grabbed everything they could which was nearby in the laboratory, Meesei and Gallus' packs, along with Ra'kalesh, headed out of the back exit of the room, while the rest of the soldiers left from the front to return to the courtyard with Ri'vashi. They did not know in which direction the two soldiers carrying the barrel had gone, but Lorag could guess that they would have been heading up to bring it to the General. That would mean they would need to keep heading upwards in the keep, staying towards its center.
Before they had even reached the first staircase, they encountered the enemy. It was a force smaller in numbers than Lorag's, but even if it had not been, they seemed more occupied with escaping than fighting. Another explosion rang out from the floor beneath them, during which the hostiles ran into a side passage. Lorag was not usually one to allow his enemy to escape, but they had more pressing concerns at the moment, and could not afford to waste any time. Instead, they moved up the same staircase they had saw the enemy walking down.
Moving up to the third floor, they were closing in on Meesei. The enemy was clearing out of the keep quickly, so they would encounter no more resistance within. Ahead of them was a corner in the hallway, and as soon as they rounded it, they would be able to see Meesei at the hallway's far end, covered in blood and trying desperately to get to her feet.
Before they had even reached the first staircase, they encountered the enemy. It was a force smaller in numbers than Lorag's, but even if it had not been, they seemed more occupied with escaping than fighting. Another explosion rang out from the floor beneath them, during which the hostiles ran into a side passage. Lorag was not usually one to allow his enemy to escape, but they had more pressing concerns at the moment, and could not afford to waste any time. Instead, they moved up the same staircase they had saw the enemy walking down.
Moving up to the third floor, they were closing in on Meesei. The enemy was clearing out of the keep quickly, so they would encounter no more resistance within. Ahead of them was a corner in the hallway, and as soon as they rounded it, they would be able to see Meesei at the hallway's far end, covered in blood and trying desperately to get to her feet.
Step after step was like torture for Meesei. Even though she was using her spear to keep the weight off of her leg, the small jolts from each step sent sharp pains through her entire body. As strong as she was, she could not hold together her composure. Her whole body was shaking, which only made her steps more unsteady, and more painful. Tears mixed with blood as they streamed down her face, and she had to fight her own mind to maintain the will to keep moving. An increasingly strong part of her mind was telling her that the pain was not worth it; that she would be better off allowing herself to die before her pack, or any other lycans, could see her in such a state.
As Meesei neared the bottom of the spiral staircase, her spear slid off of the edge of a step, causing her to fall and roll the rest of the way to the bottom. She screamed out in agony, without a hint of the usual stoic strength that defined her. Her ribs felt like they were stabbing her in the heart, and she was surprised she had not pushed the bones in her arms and legs through her scales with how she had just twisted them. Laying on the floor, she could hardly even think about trying to bring herself back to her feet.
Meesei was uncertain of how long she had laid on the floor before she heard an exceptionally loud noise through one of the walls, followed by the entire keep shaking. It sounded like a massive, fire salt fueled explosion within the keep, and it did not take much thought for her to imagine its cause. Her own forces had not brought such weapons, so it seemed like the General, having been pushed back with his remaining men heavily outnumbered, was going to destroy his entire fortress just to make sure Meesei was killed inside. The staircase had only brought her down one floor, and there were still two more beneath her, so she did not see how she was going to be able to escape in time.
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There of course was not evidence enough for Ahnasha to be certain of anything, but looking through the records at the sheer number of lycans that had been released by Vile's forces, another possibility crept into her mind. She had no idea of its implications, and honestly, she hoped it was not true. "What if...we have been noticing them? The number of lycans in Tamriel has been growing tremendously over the past few years. You're seen how much our clans have grown. But that would mean that Vile's forces have been giving us the means to better fight them. It's just...none of this makes sense."
Shortly afterwards, an exceptionally loud explosion shook the entire keep, effectively ending any current conversation. They could not know what caused it, but Lorag knew that he was not going to sit idle for long. "I don't know what that was, but we've got to get out of this keep. Everyone! Grab anything that looks important and form up in the hallway!" He began, turning his attention to one of his officers. "Take the soldiers out into the courtyard and form up with clan leader Ri'vashi. If the enemy's still outside, do whatever she tells you to help hold 'em off."
"Gallus." Lorag continued as he looked to the Imperial. "Get your pack and form up with mine. Fendros is right, we've got to find my Alpha."
As Meesei neared the bottom of the spiral staircase, her spear slid off of the edge of a step, causing her to fall and roll the rest of the way to the bottom. She screamed out in agony, without a hint of the usual stoic strength that defined her. Her ribs felt like they were stabbing her in the heart, and she was surprised she had not pushed the bones in her arms and legs through her scales with how she had just twisted them. Laying on the floor, she could hardly even think about trying to bring herself back to her feet.
Meesei was uncertain of how long she had laid on the floor before she heard an exceptionally loud noise through one of the walls, followed by the entire keep shaking. It sounded like a massive, fire salt fueled explosion within the keep, and it did not take much thought for her to imagine its cause. Her own forces had not brought such weapons, so it seemed like the General, having been pushed back with his remaining men heavily outnumbered, was going to destroy his entire fortress just to make sure Meesei was killed inside. The staircase had only brought her down one floor, and there were still two more beneath her, so she did not see how she was going to be able to escape in time.
---
There of course was not evidence enough for Ahnasha to be certain of anything, but looking through the records at the sheer number of lycans that had been released by Vile's forces, another possibility crept into her mind. She had no idea of its implications, and honestly, she hoped it was not true. "What if...we have been noticing them? The number of lycans in Tamriel has been growing tremendously over the past few years. You're seen how much our clans have grown. But that would mean that Vile's forces have been giving us the means to better fight them. It's just...none of this makes sense."
Shortly afterwards, an exceptionally loud explosion shook the entire keep, effectively ending any current conversation. They could not know what caused it, but Lorag knew that he was not going to sit idle for long. "I don't know what that was, but we've got to get out of this keep. Everyone! Grab anything that looks important and form up in the hallway!" He began, turning his attention to one of his officers. "Take the soldiers out into the courtyard and form up with clan leader Ri'vashi. If the enemy's still outside, do whatever she tells you to help hold 'em off."
"Gallus." Lorag continued as he looked to the Imperial. "Get your pack and form up with mine. Fendros is right, we've got to find my Alpha."
In a manner of speaking.
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