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Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Writing up another post at the moment. Might be slightly delayed.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Kaleeth, after a short internal deliberation, decided to follow Janius, leaving Meesei in the company of only her healers. Outside, the mood in the camp was nothing short of grim. Most who were not still on orders to be on watch for an enemy attack were tending to the wounds of themselves or their friends, or simply sulking in grief for those they had lost. There was fear among the warriors of a possible enemy counterattack, even moreso once rumors of the gas began to spread around from those who had overheard their leaders discussing it.

Ri'vashi was at the edge of the camp, along with a group of warriors making simple barricades. She was still in her full armor and held her sword unsheathed as if an enemy attack was imminent, though the forest was silent, save for their own camp. She did not break her watch on the forest when Gallus approached, though she did acknowledge him with a nod. "Depends on what news you are speaking of. Ri'vashi has heard word from the healers that the Champion is still alive, and they have given her treatment. They have also given this one their...opinions on her chances. Otherwise, our scouts have reported no signs of an enemy counterattack. Vile's forces may have been too disorganized, or too busy licking their wounds to give chase as we fled. We...did deal them a significant blow today." She commented, but with no joy in her voice as she spoke the words.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Marcaille hesitated to answer Fendros. It was obvious that the crowding in the tent was getting in the way of their efforts, so there would be no point in trying to deny it. But, she did not seem comfortable in asking everyone to leave. "You can all go if you want, but I'm certainly not going to make you."

Though it did not take too long, it was difficult for Ahnasha to decide what to do about the dilemma. This was possibly the last bit of time that she, or any of the others, would get to spend with Meesei, but ultimately, she cared more about giving Meesei a better chance of living than spending a few more hours in her presence. "I think I need some rest as well. I am going to go find somewhere to lay down."

"Yeah...and I should probably make sure our defense is solid." Lorag added. "Nothing we do here has any point if the enemy ends up overrunin' us."

Kaleeth, meanwhile, was gripped with uncertainty for most aspects of the situation. She did not stand or speak, but looked up to Janius to see what decision he would make.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Marcaille gave a light sigh. "I made that same potion for our last attempt. Or at least, one very similar. It worked to an extent, but...not enough. It worked the same way, moving the silver into the blood so we could contend with it. But, what is left behind is trapped rather stubbornly in her organs. Certainly try it if you like, though. Your formula could be more efficient than mine, but...be aware that it may not work."

Meesei opened her eyes, appearing more attentive while Marcaille was explaining her potion. She did not openly react too strongly; however, their conversation did at least inspire her with some ideas. They were faint, distant hopes, but something she could pursue. Meesei's voice sounded even weaker than before, though that was simply due to her numbness. "Marcaille...that potion, do you think you could describe it to me? How does it function? Its specific interactions with the body, that is." She asked.

Though curious as to why Meesei would want to hear an alchemical lecture at this point, she nevertheless started to respond with a detailed explanation of her potion's creation and function. With the detail Meesei requested, it would take some time.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Once more, Marcaille raised her brow at Sabine. She seemed confused at first, and it took a few moments of thought before she could respond. "Vos? On Vvardenfell; that Vos? What in Oblivion is a Breton coven doing in Morrowind? Skyrim I can understand, but Vos? Well, they might have come from the Glenmoril witches if they worshiped lord Hircine. Otherwise, it's a mystery to me."

Ahnasha did not acknowledge Fendros' suggestion. The same idea had occurred to her, but magic was the last subject on her mind at the moment. She was sitting in her chair, hunched forward with her hands clasped together in her lap. She was making an effort not to stare at Meesei too much, but she was doing a poor job of it. Lorag, meanwhile, took one of the potions from his bag and silently placed it down on the table, next to Meesei. She was no doubt already under the effects of multiple potions, but he wanted her to have another at the ready regardless.

Meesei gave a nod of acknowledgement to Lorag without breaking in her healing. Her body had been numbed almost entirely by the combination of spells flowing through her body, so she was at least not suffering at the moment. Still, it was staring to seem more like a miracle would be required for her to be able to be healed enough that she could survive. She gave no indication to the others of it, but she was afraid.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Marcaille continued examining Meesei for a short while longer until she finally found a place to target her magic within Meesei's heart. Naturally, working on a beating heart was a delicate procedure, so extracting the silver she could find was painfully slow. Regardless, she could keep up the conversation, with a few pauses to focus on her healing. "Yes, there is a great deal of ancient magic that has been lost in Tamriel. You should know that, considering your Alpha. Your ritual earlier today, Champion, was not like any I have witnessed before. I almost wish I could have been there to see it. Of course, many of those in my coven just made themselves into vampires. When it comes to life extension, I think that's just cheating. The old magics may not be pleasant, but at least you have to earn it."

Marcaille took interest when Fendros started to question Sabine about her upbringing, and she mentioned her coven. She was not using her sight to heal Meesei, so she looked to Sabine curiously. "Oh, so you were raised a witch as well? It has been quite a while since I have come across another woman of the wilds. Which coven did you belong to? The Beldama, Wroth, Kykos, Glenmoril like myself? Some covens have always been more in touch with the old ways than others."

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Marcaille chuckled. "Oh, you probably don't want to hear all of the little details of that. Would take too long, anyway. Regardless, it's an effect of the old magic. I'm from High Rock, originally; the mountains near Skyrim. I've been in this clan since it was founded by Ennond. I was born into a coven, or stolen as an infant, more likely. They raised me for most of my childhood, taught me of magic and alchemy. Until they decided it was time to make a sacrifice to lord Hircine, and I was chosen for that honor. Luckily, our lord decided it was more sporting to turn it into a hunt. Old hag probably didn't expect she'd be the prey, though. Ah, anyway, I'm rambling. I've still been keeping their traditions alive. Magically, at least."

While the others were talking, Meesei closed her eyes, letting out a long, deep breath. She felt weak, more frail than she had ever been. And, at the same time, there were constant pains scattered across her body. She did not wish to trouble the others at the moment, but she felt worse than she looked. All she could do for the moment was to keep her magic flowing through her body, and do her best to at least attempt to extract what silver she could. Unfortunately, that effort was slow. Worryingly slow.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Alright. I don't have anything more specific to say with Meesei before moving on to morning.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Alright, goodnight.

Say, when do you think would be good to skip to morning?

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Marcaille weaved her way between everyone in the tent, careful not to accidentally bump into anyone who looked injured, and pulled up a chair on the other side of the table next to Meesei. She placed her hand on Meesei's side, which began to glow faintly. For the moment, she was merely examining Meesei's body to determine the best way to continue treatment. She raised her eyebrow at Fendros' question, though she did not quite understand what he was intending to ask about.

"Who, Jo'fasa? Oh, you don't need to worry about him. He is no apprentice, not anymore at least. He may not be the most experienced healer among us, but he is perfectly capable. He is nearing his thirtieth year, and has been studying Restoration for about fifteen of those. He still has quite a way to go to catch up to me, though. I have been healing for, oh...fifty-five, fifty-six years by this point. I do not like to brag, but in this case, I hope it comforts you to know that your Alpha is in the best hands we have." Marcaille answered, generating even more questions about her age in the process. Ahnasha was particularly intrigued. If she had been studying restoration for fifty-five years, then she would at least be in her sixties or seventies, and she certainly did not look to be that old.