Found them. A breton woman named Pierrette, and a Nord woman named Tola. The Breton is good with logistics, and the Nord is a negotiator and warrior.
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I remember there were two of them, and both their names escape me. I don't remember who controlled them either.
Ahnasha smiled at Rhazii, placing a hand on his back. "And we're going to be staying home for quite some time." She added, a statement that was at least halfway true. She was just as aware as the others that they would likely need to move the entire clan to escape the danger that the enemy now posed, but they would still be staying with the Bruma clan. In that sense, they would be staying home, regardless of what ruin or cavern they were residing in.
Kaleeth, meanwhile, was holding Newt in her arms, wrapped in so many furs that his face was hardly even visible. "I think I like the desert better." She commented, shivering. Of everyone in their group, Newt fared the worst in the cold, except for perhaps Leaps. The wamasu was wrapped as warmly as he would allow and was following close alongside Meesei, who was maintaining a flame in her hand to warm the both of them. Meesei had been considering creating some enchantments to help Newt and Leaps deal with the cold. Since they had mostly remained in their clanhome until recently, it had not been an issue, but if they wanted to start bringing Leaps in particular outside more often, he would need something to reliably keep his body temperature up.
Heading into the cave, the group actually came across someone sooner than expected. It appeared that a new guard post had been added in their absence to give another line of defense, so the first people to greet them were two, heavily armored warriors. They were already standing at attention as they approached, so Meesei had been right in assuming that they would be spotted by a sentry. Security, at least, had not degraded in their absence. They both seemed to be in a particularly good mood upon seeing the Champion's and Gallus' packs, which was encouraging. They had not been in contact with the Bruma clan since their departure, so they were really not sure of what state the clan was in.
The packs passed through two more guard posts before they entered the Ayleid ruin proper. Ayleid ruins did exist in High Rock, where both Ri'vashi and Marcaille were from, but since neither had seen one of the ruins in person before, they were both interested in the strange architecture. For everyone else, it was the wave of warm air which greeted them that was the most comforting, at least until they walked far enough down the hall to reach the first minor chamber, which was an armory for warriors and hunters heading in an out of the ruin. Pretty much all of the clan's leadership was there to greet their returning Champion and her companions.
Kaleeth, meanwhile, was holding Newt in her arms, wrapped in so many furs that his face was hardly even visible. "I think I like the desert better." She commented, shivering. Of everyone in their group, Newt fared the worst in the cold, except for perhaps Leaps. The wamasu was wrapped as warmly as he would allow and was following close alongside Meesei, who was maintaining a flame in her hand to warm the both of them. Meesei had been considering creating some enchantments to help Newt and Leaps deal with the cold. Since they had mostly remained in their clanhome until recently, it had not been an issue, but if they wanted to start bringing Leaps in particular outside more often, he would need something to reliably keep his body temperature up.
Heading into the cave, the group actually came across someone sooner than expected. It appeared that a new guard post had been added in their absence to give another line of defense, so the first people to greet them were two, heavily armored warriors. They were already standing at attention as they approached, so Meesei had been right in assuming that they would be spotted by a sentry. Security, at least, had not degraded in their absence. They both seemed to be in a particularly good mood upon seeing the Champion's and Gallus' packs, which was encouraging. They had not been in contact with the Bruma clan since their departure, so they were really not sure of what state the clan was in.
The packs passed through two more guard posts before they entered the Ayleid ruin proper. Ayleid ruins did exist in High Rock, where both Ri'vashi and Marcaille were from, but since neither had seen one of the ruins in person before, they were both interested in the strange architecture. For everyone else, it was the wave of warm air which greeted them that was the most comforting, at least until they walked far enough down the hall to reach the first minor chamber, which was an armory for warriors and hunters heading in an out of the ruin. Pretty much all of the clan's leadership was there to greet their returning Champion and her companions.
The meeting between Gallus' pack ended on an at least somewhat acceptable note for Peiter. He still did not like the idea of Gallus pursuing this foolish idea, but the fact that they would be talking about it later meant that he could calm down for the moment. The sun set shortly afterwards, and one by one, everyone in the camp started to get to sleep.
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By this point, everyone had become accustomed to long treks across the desert. At no point was it "easy", but they knew how to adjust their habits to make the trip as pleasant as possible. They knew how to keep themselves from overheating, while still protecting themselves from the sun. They knew exactly when to eat and drink to keep themselves from feeling consistently thirsty, which was helped by the fact that the Orcrest clan had given them more than enough supplies for the journey. Moving across the desert was as uneventful and repetitive as ever, which quickly became boring for the children in particular, but they were at least safe.
Thanks to the smaller size of their group, they moved more quickly in general and were able to reach the forest with plenty of supplies to spare. At a town near to the border, they were able to sell their camels, carts, and the barrels they had been using to store water, in order to purchase boats to bring them upriver to Bravil. They purchased three, and though it would be cramped, it would be enough to get them and their supplies to the city. They had to be cautious crossing the border; however, using the same strategy Colors had used to get the clan across before, it was fairly easy to sneak a much smaller group into Cyrodiil. The river was slow-moving enough that they were able to row themselves upstream until they finally reached the city. From there, they sold the boats quickly at a slight loss, then found a ship willing to take them as passengers to the Imperial City. It was not a long voyage, so the price was reasonable, and it left them with plenty of coin to hire a carriage or two to take them the rest of the way to Bruma.
After the Imperial City, the group's journey back to Bruma was almost identical to the first time they had made it months prior, except they were not attacked by highwaymen this time. Over the course of their journey, Peiter had shown slow, steady improvement to his mood. He was not depressed as often, and he was more willing to spend time with others, particularly Sabine. Although, he still had not even suggested any physical intimacy. He was by no means cured of his problems. He was more distant from everyone, physically and emotionally, than he had been before his injury. Ri'vashi and Marcaille, meanwhile, had become more open with the others during their travels. Ri'vashi was already quite familiar with Meesei and Gallus, but she had not previously spent a great deal of time with the members of either of their packs. After many long nights around campfires, however, she started to open up, no doubt under the influence of Gallus' advice. She could still be considered somewhat shy and distant, but it was a step in the right direction. Marcaille, on the other hand, had no particular anxiety about being social, but she also was not very open about private matters. She had no problem describing her past as it pertained to magic and alchemy, especially towards Ahnasha. However, she was largely silent on more personal matters.
Eventually, the time was finally upon the group to return home, or for Ri'vashi and Marcaille, meet their new clan. They had reached Bruma, and had quickly started on the path up the mountain. It had been many months since had seen snow, or felt the cold, and while it was not an entirely welcome sensation for some of them, it did bring back memories. When they finally came upon the entrance to the cave leading down to their home, even Lorag gave a subtle, satisfied smile. They had no doubt already been spotted by a sentry, so they were expecting that there was already a welcome ready for them inside.
"Seeing this cave again...it is almost surreal." Ahnasha commented.
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By this point, everyone had become accustomed to long treks across the desert. At no point was it "easy", but they knew how to adjust their habits to make the trip as pleasant as possible. They knew how to keep themselves from overheating, while still protecting themselves from the sun. They knew exactly when to eat and drink to keep themselves from feeling consistently thirsty, which was helped by the fact that the Orcrest clan had given them more than enough supplies for the journey. Moving across the desert was as uneventful and repetitive as ever, which quickly became boring for the children in particular, but they were at least safe.
Thanks to the smaller size of their group, they moved more quickly in general and were able to reach the forest with plenty of supplies to spare. At a town near to the border, they were able to sell their camels, carts, and the barrels they had been using to store water, in order to purchase boats to bring them upriver to Bravil. They purchased three, and though it would be cramped, it would be enough to get them and their supplies to the city. They had to be cautious crossing the border; however, using the same strategy Colors had used to get the clan across before, it was fairly easy to sneak a much smaller group into Cyrodiil. The river was slow-moving enough that they were able to row themselves upstream until they finally reached the city. From there, they sold the boats quickly at a slight loss, then found a ship willing to take them as passengers to the Imperial City. It was not a long voyage, so the price was reasonable, and it left them with plenty of coin to hire a carriage or two to take them the rest of the way to Bruma.
After the Imperial City, the group's journey back to Bruma was almost identical to the first time they had made it months prior, except they were not attacked by highwaymen this time. Over the course of their journey, Peiter had shown slow, steady improvement to his mood. He was not depressed as often, and he was more willing to spend time with others, particularly Sabine. Although, he still had not even suggested any physical intimacy. He was by no means cured of his problems. He was more distant from everyone, physically and emotionally, than he had been before his injury. Ri'vashi and Marcaille, meanwhile, had become more open with the others during their travels. Ri'vashi was already quite familiar with Meesei and Gallus, but she had not previously spent a great deal of time with the members of either of their packs. After many long nights around campfires, however, she started to open up, no doubt under the influence of Gallus' advice. She could still be considered somewhat shy and distant, but it was a step in the right direction. Marcaille, on the other hand, had no particular anxiety about being social, but she also was not very open about private matters. She had no problem describing her past as it pertained to magic and alchemy, especially towards Ahnasha. However, she was largely silent on more personal matters.
Eventually, the time was finally upon the group to return home, or for Ri'vashi and Marcaille, meet their new clan. They had reached Bruma, and had quickly started on the path up the mountain. It had been many months since had seen snow, or felt the cold, and while it was not an entirely welcome sensation for some of them, it did bring back memories. When they finally came upon the entrance to the cave leading down to their home, even Lorag gave a subtle, satisfied smile. They had no doubt already been spotted by a sentry, so they were expecting that there was already a welcome ready for them inside.
"Seeing this cave again...it is almost surreal." Ahnasha commented.
I think we can do most of these. Though playing all out as scenes would take some time, we could do a few simultaneously. Newt's naming day would probably happen after a few years, for which they would need to obtain some hist sap. I don't have anything in mind for the journey back to the Bruma clan, but I can summarize how things have gone in general once they arrive. The day of the arrival we should probably play out in a scene, so we can get caught up on how things have been going for the Bruma clan for the few months that they were gone. I have a very important scene that will happen a few days after that, which will definitely stir things up. Things will probably be chaotic in the clan for a while, but a lot of the things in your list can be done after they can settle down.
Peiter ran his hand down his face and let out a very obvious sigh. He had not been in the room with the imposter during Gallus' interrogations, so he could not understand why he was so intent on finding this woman's son. "I don't want to lose the clan either, Gallus. If we do end up moving, I know the Champion is going to want to keep our new home a closely held secret, since they can just gas us out of any hideout we're in."
Despite all of his pack being against him, Gallus seemed rather stubborn in his desire to find this Argonian. Peiter understood that he would want to keep his word, but he wouldn't think that he would be willing to take such a risk for it. Peiter actually did not mind the idea of Gallus going to help this boy as much as he was letting on, but he wanted to say anything he could to keep Gallus from leaving, at least for a while. "I don't know what you hope to do for this boy, anyway. If he has some terrible disease, then you're not going to be able to cure it. You think he'll just want to turn into a lycan or something? People hate us; he's probably not going to want that. I don't know what happens to Argonians when they die, but he'll probably want his soul to be with his family, or friends, or something."
Despite all of his pack being against him, Gallus seemed rather stubborn in his desire to find this Argonian. Peiter understood that he would want to keep his word, but he wouldn't think that he would be willing to take such a risk for it. Peiter actually did not mind the idea of Gallus going to help this boy as much as he was letting on, but he wanted to say anything he could to keep Gallus from leaving, at least for a while. "I don't know what you hope to do for this boy, anyway. If he has some terrible disease, then you're not going to be able to cure it. You think he'll just want to turn into a lycan or something? People hate us; he's probably not going to want that. I don't know what happens to Argonians when they die, but he'll probably want his soul to be with his family, or friends, or something."
Ssarak Dyreackthanose
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The reminder of Tyrael caused Ssarak to think back briefly to the incident in the catacombs. It was a thought that made him quite obviously uncomfortable. "Yes...Tyrael." Ssarak began, shifting his weight to one side and breathing in deeply. "I saw his...I am not even sure what to call it. Breakdown? Transformation? Regardless, I witnessed it from its beginning through to its end. As soon as he saw the Naga, something within him snapped. He was no longer the person I knew him to be. Still, I do hope he recovers, mentally. Despite my general distaste for demons, I cannot deny Tyrael's strength, and I cannot deny that we will need him in the coming days. I would much rather have him as an ally than to not. Or even worse, to have him as an enemy."
Ssarak's eyes shifted briefly towards Meirin. He knew she distrusted demons, and he could not help but to agree. Since they had arrived at the College, demons had proved to be a danger on multiple occasions. The demon attack had nearly destroyed the College entirely, and now Tyrael had seemed to lose control of himself. It was difficult to give demons any measure of trust, but Ssarak's practicality also influenced his opinions. Tyrael was a master mage who would be an asset to the College for as long as he was allied with it, and given the power of their enemy, they would need as many allies as possible.
"I will admit, standing against Tyrael was among the most frightening things I have ever done." Ssarak continued. "He is powerful beyond anything I could hope to stand against, but it was not within me to allow him to murder the Naga in cold blood. I had to take a stand, even if it was bordering on suicidal. I am simply glad that most of the other students had the bravery and will to stand against him as well. The guardsman Grey, and particularly Colette, they did far more than I could have asked." As Ssarak spoke, he turned his attention more directly towards Amary and Lyam. "And that risk did pay off in the end. Your people have undergone a great tragedy, but you are still alive. I cannot admit to knowing how you might recover, but it is at least still a possibility for your future."
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The reminder of Tyrael caused Ssarak to think back briefly to the incident in the catacombs. It was a thought that made him quite obviously uncomfortable. "Yes...Tyrael." Ssarak began, shifting his weight to one side and breathing in deeply. "I saw his...I am not even sure what to call it. Breakdown? Transformation? Regardless, I witnessed it from its beginning through to its end. As soon as he saw the Naga, something within him snapped. He was no longer the person I knew him to be. Still, I do hope he recovers, mentally. Despite my general distaste for demons, I cannot deny Tyrael's strength, and I cannot deny that we will need him in the coming days. I would much rather have him as an ally than to not. Or even worse, to have him as an enemy."
Ssarak's eyes shifted briefly towards Meirin. He knew she distrusted demons, and he could not help but to agree. Since they had arrived at the College, demons had proved to be a danger on multiple occasions. The demon attack had nearly destroyed the College entirely, and now Tyrael had seemed to lose control of himself. It was difficult to give demons any measure of trust, but Ssarak's practicality also influenced his opinions. Tyrael was a master mage who would be an asset to the College for as long as he was allied with it, and given the power of their enemy, they would need as many allies as possible.
"I will admit, standing against Tyrael was among the most frightening things I have ever done." Ssarak continued. "He is powerful beyond anything I could hope to stand against, but it was not within me to allow him to murder the Naga in cold blood. I had to take a stand, even if it was bordering on suicidal. I am simply glad that most of the other students had the bravery and will to stand against him as well. The guardsman Grey, and particularly Colette, they did far more than I could have asked." As Ssarak spoke, he turned his attention more directly towards Amary and Lyam. "And that risk did pay off in the end. Your people have undergone a great tragedy, but you are still alive. I cannot admit to knowing how you might recover, but it is at least still a possibility for your future."
I worry that my desire to find something Fallout will end the same way.
Internally, Peiter did not actually have any specific doubts on what Gallus intended to do in Black Marsh. He did not know much about the place, but since he had heard of it before, he was pretty sure that Gideon was one of the larger cities, which meant that it would not be too dangerous for a foreigner. It was not likely to be any sort of trap, and while Peiter was not really sure what Gallus actually intended to do for that woman's son, he probably did exist. However, Peiter still wanted to think of whatever reason he could to keep Gallus from going. He had essentially forgiven Gallus for what had happened during the attack, and despite his overall sour mood, he still wanted his pack to stay together. The loss of Irenya had devastated them, and he did not want to lose anyone else.
After another, brief pause to collect his thoughts, Peiter spoke up hesitantly. "I don't know, Gallus. When we were with the warband, I heard the talk around camp on the way back. Talk about how, if the enemy found their home near Orcrest, they'd have to give it all up and find a new place because of the gas. Well...Vile knows where our clan is. They've attacked us before, so they can attack us again with the gas. What if we end up having to move our whole clan? What if we have to move, and you're not there?"
After another, brief pause to collect his thoughts, Peiter spoke up hesitantly. "I don't know, Gallus. When we were with the warband, I heard the talk around camp on the way back. Talk about how, if the enemy found their home near Orcrest, they'd have to give it all up and find a new place because of the gas. Well...Vile knows where our clan is. They've attacked us before, so they can attack us again with the gas. What if we end up having to move our whole clan? What if we have to move, and you're not there?"
For Peiter, he was not entirely sure what to think about Gallus' intentions once he explained them, but his first reaction was not wholly accepting of this plan. He was skeptical of anything said by their enemy, and while his overall mood may have influenced his skepticism, he had always felt it a good idea to be suspicious of Vile's agents.
"But...are you really sure about all of this? Are you that certain she was honest? Maybe she wasn't trying to save herself; maybe she was just...trying to redirect your questioning? And if she was telling the truth, is it really a good idea to start telling strangers about us? They might not believe you, or might even call the guards on you." Peiter objected.
From his expression, Peiter was taking a few moments to think of more reasons that it was a bad idea. "And, do you think it will really be a good time to leave so soon after we get back? That impostor was from Black Marsh, right? You'd have to go all the way across Tamriel. Won't you have more important things to do in Bruma once we get back? Aren't we going to have to do something about this whole situation with that gas?"
"But...are you really sure about all of this? Are you that certain she was honest? Maybe she wasn't trying to save herself; maybe she was just...trying to redirect your questioning? And if she was telling the truth, is it really a good idea to start telling strangers about us? They might not believe you, or might even call the guards on you." Peiter objected.
From his expression, Peiter was taking a few moments to think of more reasons that it was a bad idea. "And, do you think it will really be a good time to leave so soon after we get back? That impostor was from Black Marsh, right? You'd have to go all the way across Tamriel. Won't you have more important things to do in Bruma once we get back? Aren't we going to have to do something about this whole situation with that gas?"
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