Yeah, Ri'vashi's pride is still strongly connected to the clan, and Marcaille doesn't have much of a pride left in her "old" age. Well, not so much a pride, since she's not a werelion.
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Peiter was having a hard time being as expressive as Gallus, but he managed to nod as Gallus spoke. Inside him, there was still some anger towards his alpha for all he had done after the attack; however, he had been thinking constantly about what Gallus had done during the attack. Sabine had said herself that she did not think she could have lifted the masonry, so as much as he wanted someone or something to blame, Peiter no longer believed it was fair of him to blame Gallus for it. "Yeah...yeah, that sounds fine." He answered.
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Meesei had originally planned to depart later in the evening after the memorial, but given how long it had lasted, and the emotional state of some of her companions, she decided to delay until the morning. Some would be able to get a better night's rest than others, but the extra time would at least give their emotions time to calm without having to worry about trekking into the desert once more. The packs were gathering in the main chamber, along with the others joining them: Ri'vashi and Marcaille. Dro'cahi had provided to them two carriages and the camels to pull them, which were already prepared outside.
Many had come to see of the Champion, and their former clan-leader. Dro'cahi, Ra'kalesh's pride, Ri'nakhaad, and many more from both clans were present, so the chamber was reasonably crowded. While not the most emotional experience of the past few days, there were many for whom it would be difficult to say goodbye.
Ra'kalesh was the first to speak as he stepped forward in front of his pride. "You have all done...so much for us. It is impossible to thank you. We may have lost one of our own, but this one knows that without you, we all would have been killed, or worse. As bad as things may seem now, no matter how much tragedy has befallen us, Ra'kalesh recognizes that we would all have suffered far more dearly were it not for your actions. You are...heroes. There is no other way to put it."
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Meesei had originally planned to depart later in the evening after the memorial, but given how long it had lasted, and the emotional state of some of her companions, she decided to delay until the morning. Some would be able to get a better night's rest than others, but the extra time would at least give their emotions time to calm without having to worry about trekking into the desert once more. The packs were gathering in the main chamber, along with the others joining them: Ri'vashi and Marcaille. Dro'cahi had provided to them two carriages and the camels to pull them, which were already prepared outside.
Many had come to see of the Champion, and their former clan-leader. Dro'cahi, Ra'kalesh's pride, Ri'nakhaad, and many more from both clans were present, so the chamber was reasonably crowded. While not the most emotional experience of the past few days, there were many for whom it would be difficult to say goodbye.
Ra'kalesh was the first to speak as he stepped forward in front of his pride. "You have all done...so much for us. It is impossible to thank you. We may have lost one of our own, but this one knows that without you, we all would have been killed, or worse. As bad as things may seem now, no matter how much tragedy has befallen us, Ra'kalesh recognizes that we would all have suffered far more dearly were it not for your actions. You are...heroes. There is no other way to put it."
Think we should skip ahead a bit to their final goodbyes before they leave? I think we've been through everyone for the memorial.
Ri'vashi was muck like Lorag in that she did not express openly her words to the dead, but that did not mean her show of grief was not obvious. When it was her turn to approach the shrine, she placed down an ornate carving knife with a handle shaped to depict the Khajiit deity Baan Dar. It had belonged to her fallen pride member, so she had decided to commit it to the memorial. She knelt down on one knee and closed her eyes. She remained silent, but the fur under her eyes quickly began to darken with tears.
Peiter, through all of Gallus' words at the shrine, appeared incredibly conflicted. He did not respond to anyone around him for a while, even Sabine. He just stood, staring at the ground in front of him. It was difficult to tell exactly what was going through his mind, whether it was grief from thinking about Irenya, or something else entirely. Even after Gallus stepped away and it was his turn at the shrine, he was caught up in his thoughts enough that he almost looked like he was not going to approach at all.
After some delicate prodding from one of the crowd behind him, Peiter did eventually step forward to the shrine. "I...wish I had something of yours, Irenya. Something to leave here for you. It shouldn't have been you. You didn't deserve it; you deserved many more...hundreds of years of life. Nothing about this is right, and I..." He began, his gaze moving in the direction of Gallus and Uthri. "...feel like a fool."
Peiter turned away from the shrine, almost abruptly. He said nothing, but moved through the crowd with purpose until he reached Gallus and Uthri. At first, he opened his mouth as if he was going to speak, but again said nothing. The uncertainty had not left his expression, but his intentions became clear once he placed his hand sympathetically on Gallus' shoulder.
Peiter, through all of Gallus' words at the shrine, appeared incredibly conflicted. He did not respond to anyone around him for a while, even Sabine. He just stood, staring at the ground in front of him. It was difficult to tell exactly what was going through his mind, whether it was grief from thinking about Irenya, or something else entirely. Even after Gallus stepped away and it was his turn at the shrine, he was caught up in his thoughts enough that he almost looked like he was not going to approach at all.
After some delicate prodding from one of the crowd behind him, Peiter did eventually step forward to the shrine. "I...wish I had something of yours, Irenya. Something to leave here for you. It shouldn't have been you. You didn't deserve it; you deserved many more...hundreds of years of life. Nothing about this is right, and I..." He began, his gaze moving in the direction of Gallus and Uthri. "...feel like a fool."
Peiter turned away from the shrine, almost abruptly. He said nothing, but moved through the crowd with purpose until he reached Gallus and Uthri. At first, he opened his mouth as if he was going to speak, but again said nothing. The uncertainty had not left his expression, but his intentions became clear once he placed his hand sympathetically on Gallus' shoulder.
As Fendros was leaving the shrine, Ra'kalesh and his pack were stepping forward. They each had their own way to honor Do'ajee, but Ra'kalesh took the time to stop Fendros with a hand on his shoulder and give him a respectful nod. "Thank you." He said, referring to Fendros' words at the shrine.
Given that most of them did not directly know many who had lost their lives, most of Meesei's pack kept their words brief at the shrine. Meesei had nothing belonging to any of the lost to place at the shrine, but she did have a few words to say, meant for no one but herself. "You went beyond what any of us could have asked. Rest well, and may we hunt together soon."
Lorag's approach to the memorial was one of silent introspection. As one might expect of him, he did not weep, but he was among the first to honor fallen soldiers. He placed at the shrine a steel helmet, taken from the effects of one of the soldiers under his command who had died from her wounds in the camp shortly after the attack. She had no family among the clan, so he was placing it for her.
While Kaleeth was nowhere near as awkward in public as she used to be, some of that social awkwardness had begun to surface during the memorial. Even in her own village, she had never experienced a memorial like this, so she was rather strongly afraid of accidentally doing something that would cause offense. So, she had taken to staying close to Janius and almost refusing to let go of his hand. When they reached the shrine, she simply lowered her head and began to tear up.
Ahnasha, like Meesei, did not have anything appropriate to place at the shrine, but she did have something rather personal to say. "I...wish I would have said more to you before the attack, Irenya. I wish I would have forgiven you, clearly and directly. I know our last conversation was positive, that we were moving in the right direction, but...I wish I would have left it all so much clearer. I do forgive you, and I thank you. For not giving up, no matter how stubborn I was. I'm...sorry."
Given that most of them did not directly know many who had lost their lives, most of Meesei's pack kept their words brief at the shrine. Meesei had nothing belonging to any of the lost to place at the shrine, but she did have a few words to say, meant for no one but herself. "You went beyond what any of us could have asked. Rest well, and may we hunt together soon."
Lorag's approach to the memorial was one of silent introspection. As one might expect of him, he did not weep, but he was among the first to honor fallen soldiers. He placed at the shrine a steel helmet, taken from the effects of one of the soldiers under his command who had died from her wounds in the camp shortly after the attack. She had no family among the clan, so he was placing it for her.
While Kaleeth was nowhere near as awkward in public as she used to be, some of that social awkwardness had begun to surface during the memorial. Even in her own village, she had never experienced a memorial like this, so she was rather strongly afraid of accidentally doing something that would cause offense. So, she had taken to staying close to Janius and almost refusing to let go of his hand. When they reached the shrine, she simply lowered her head and began to tear up.
Ahnasha, like Meesei, did not have anything appropriate to place at the shrine, but she did have something rather personal to say. "I...wish I would have said more to you before the attack, Irenya. I wish I would have forgiven you, clearly and directly. I know our last conversation was positive, that we were moving in the right direction, but...I wish I would have left it all so much clearer. I do forgive you, and I thank you. For not giving up, no matter how stubborn I was. I'm...sorry."
As soon as they had reached an acceptable spot, Ahnasha practically tackled Fendros to the ground. She had already begun undressing when he gave his concerns, to which she grinned. "I think I'm willing to take that risk." She answered, interrupting any response he might have with another kiss.
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It took two more days before the memorial was ready, as Ri'vashi had instructed a few of their woodcarvers to make a small statue in memory of those who had been lost. In that time, she also created a stir when she announced her intentions to leave the clan and join the Champion. Some were upset by the news, others relived, but it remained on everyone's minds up to the day of the memorial.
It was not safe to hold the memorial outside, since it would be far too difficult to get everyone inside in the event of danger. Since it was not posisble to fit everyone in the main chamber at once, it was decided that it would be a more personal affair for those who had lost loved ones. Everyone would have an opportunity to approach the memorial and say their final words in remembrance of the lost. Some had brought personal effects of the deceased, such as jewelry and other trinkets, to leave at the memorial, where they would remain for as long as it was standing.
The statue itself was made of wood, and about half as tall as the average Suthay-raht. It depicted three figures: a lion, a wolf, and the classic representation of Hircine behind them. Though, unlike most statues depicting the Huntsman, the lion and wolf were clearly the focus of the piece. Given the time in which it had been created, it was not exceptionally detailed, but the woodcarvers had obviously put in a great deal of effort to the statue.
The main chamber was packed with as large of a crowd as it could hold, with even the scaffolding above them holding some onlookers. Though they had not lost anyone themselves, Meesei and her pack were all present. Indeed, the only people who would not be present were those scouts who had volunteered to keep watch outside the stronghold during the memorial.
Hircine's followers did not have "priests" exactly, but there was an elderly Suthay-raht from the Orcrest clan who was well-versed in Hircine's rituals and traditions, who was presiding over the memorial. "We are all here today to remember those who sacrificed their mortal bodies for our defense. Against the enemies of Hircine, those enemies who label us monsters to be destroyed, they fought with all they had. Whether mage or warrior, archer or healer, they were all hunters for our great Huntsman. For those of us who are still here to honor them, we should remember their sacrifice, but also what they have achieved through it. We are all not just hunters. We are werewolves. We are werelions, werebears, werevultures, and werecrocodiles. We...are lycans. We are his hounds, his chosen hunters on Nirn, and eventually, his chosen for his Hunting Grounds. We should remember that we are all brothers and sisters, bounded in blood; tethered to our lord Hircine. When our mortal bodies wither and die, our eternal souls will find their way to his Hunting Grounds, where we will find again those we have lost today. You may begin approaching the shrine, and please, be patient and courteous to those paying their respects."
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It took two more days before the memorial was ready, as Ri'vashi had instructed a few of their woodcarvers to make a small statue in memory of those who had been lost. In that time, she also created a stir when she announced her intentions to leave the clan and join the Champion. Some were upset by the news, others relived, but it remained on everyone's minds up to the day of the memorial.
It was not safe to hold the memorial outside, since it would be far too difficult to get everyone inside in the event of danger. Since it was not posisble to fit everyone in the main chamber at once, it was decided that it would be a more personal affair for those who had lost loved ones. Everyone would have an opportunity to approach the memorial and say their final words in remembrance of the lost. Some had brought personal effects of the deceased, such as jewelry and other trinkets, to leave at the memorial, where they would remain for as long as it was standing.
The statue itself was made of wood, and about half as tall as the average Suthay-raht. It depicted three figures: a lion, a wolf, and the classic representation of Hircine behind them. Though, unlike most statues depicting the Huntsman, the lion and wolf were clearly the focus of the piece. Given the time in which it had been created, it was not exceptionally detailed, but the woodcarvers had obviously put in a great deal of effort to the statue.
The main chamber was packed with as large of a crowd as it could hold, with even the scaffolding above them holding some onlookers. Though they had not lost anyone themselves, Meesei and her pack were all present. Indeed, the only people who would not be present were those scouts who had volunteered to keep watch outside the stronghold during the memorial.
Hircine's followers did not have "priests" exactly, but there was an elderly Suthay-raht from the Orcrest clan who was well-versed in Hircine's rituals and traditions, who was presiding over the memorial. "We are all here today to remember those who sacrificed their mortal bodies for our defense. Against the enemies of Hircine, those enemies who label us monsters to be destroyed, they fought with all they had. Whether mage or warrior, archer or healer, they were all hunters for our great Huntsman. For those of us who are still here to honor them, we should remember their sacrifice, but also what they have achieved through it. We are all not just hunters. We are werewolves. We are werelions, werebears, werevultures, and werecrocodiles. We...are lycans. We are his hounds, his chosen hunters on Nirn, and eventually, his chosen for his Hunting Grounds. We should remember that we are all brothers and sisters, bounded in blood; tethered to our lord Hircine. When our mortal bodies wither and die, our eternal souls will find their way to his Hunting Grounds, where we will find again those we have lost today. You may begin approaching the shrine, and please, be patient and courteous to those paying their respects."
Hmm, didn't expect you to be awake at this time. Goodnight.
Ahnasha held up the ring and examined it closely. There were no scratched or other blemishes on the metal, and at least at the moment, it was shiny enough for her to see her own reflection in it if she looked closely enough. She slipped it onto her finger, then held out her hand in front of her. "I've never actually owned anything made of gold." She commented.
Ahnasha did not actually answer Fendros' question aloud. Rather, she stepped up closer to him and wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing herself tightly against him. There were a few seconds where she simply held her head a hair's breadth away from his, staring into his eyes lovingly. Eventually, she pulled him into a kiss, one far more passionate than usual. Her hands were all over him, leading to an embrace with far more energy than the norm.
Ahnasha did not actually answer Fendros' question aloud. Rather, she stepped up closer to him and wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing herself tightly against him. There were a few seconds where she simply held her head a hair's breadth away from his, staring into his eyes lovingly. Eventually, she pulled him into a kiss, one far more passionate than usual. Her hands were all over him, leading to an embrace with far more energy than the norm.
Time for me to go to bed. Goodnight.
Ahnasha chuckled, shaking her head lightly. "I don't know in what way that could be considered superficial. It sounds like you've been through a small existential crisis...or a crisis of faith, or something like that. Anyway, with as much thought as you've apparently put into it, it sounds like something that matters to you. If you think a ceremony would be good for us, then I am with you."
Rubbing the back of her neck, Ahnasha curled her lips with uncertainty. "You do have a point, though. What kind of traditions will we even use? Hircine worshipers have none, obviously. Might want to go with something in a temple of the Divines. If we're going to have a wedding, I know my family would want to be there...or, no, they think we're already married. I guess it could be anything, then. I don't really know a lot about Dunmer marriages."
Again, Ahnasha began to laugh softly as she looked down at her amulet. "Though, I some of your research into marriages with the Divines might be a bit...off. I don't think this is how you're supposed to use an amulet of Mara. If memory serves, you're supposed to wear one to show that you're available. But to be fair, if you had done that, it probably would have given me the wrong idea."
Rubbing the back of her neck, Ahnasha curled her lips with uncertainty. "You do have a point, though. What kind of traditions will we even use? Hircine worshipers have none, obviously. Might want to go with something in a temple of the Divines. If we're going to have a wedding, I know my family would want to be there...or, no, they think we're already married. I guess it could be anything, then. I don't really know a lot about Dunmer marriages."
Again, Ahnasha began to laugh softly as she looked down at her amulet. "Though, I some of your research into marriages with the Divines might be a bit...off. I don't think this is how you're supposed to use an amulet of Mara. If memory serves, you're supposed to wear one to show that you're available. But to be fair, if you had done that, it probably would have given me the wrong idea."
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