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Armor is indeed a pain to wear, though I imagine Ssarak will want to at least remain armed from here on out. The demonmany demonstration really did not help to build trust with him.
Meesei remained where she was as Fendros returned back to camp, content with relaxing for a while longer. There was nothing more she needed to do for the day, as she already had her plan of what to do the next day. She would go to sleep a bit earlier that night, so that she could wake just before the sun began to rise. Fendros' training for the next day would begin with a lesson in using his lycan form effectively. It was about time they replenished some of their food reserves, so it would be an excellent opportunity to go for a hunt with Fendros. It would allow her to go over basic motor control and how to effectively use his senses to track prey, as well as offering a useful lesson in how to properly skin an animal once they were done.
After swimming for a while, Meesei returned to camp and conversed with a few of the others to pass the time until nightfall. She went over with each of them how they intended to to help Fendros over the weeks to come. Other than hunting and training, Meesei had no other plans for the next couple of weeks, as she had been given no further instructions by Hircine. As such, their plans were simply to survive and strengthen themselves for such a time as their lord needed their services. Eventually, it grew late enough for Meesei to retire for the night. Gathering up a few furs to keep her warm during the moderately cool Cyrodilic night, she laid herself down as close to the fire as was safe and drifted off to sleep.
As per usual, Meesei's sleep was not particularly restful. For lycans, nightmares were commonplace and they had to sleep longer in order to achieve the same restful effect as normal mortals. It was a disadvantage to the beast blood, but it was one that she had become accustomed to over time. There was a faint glow in the sky to the east, but the sun had yet to crest the mountains to completely illuminate the area, not that it mattered with the strength of a lycan's night vision. Meesei packed away the furs she had used for blankets, then walked over to where Fendros was sleeping and knelt down beside him.
"Wake up, it is time to get to work." Meesei said, grabbing his shoulder and shaking his body. After a quick breakfast, she intended to delve straight into training.
After swimming for a while, Meesei returned to camp and conversed with a few of the others to pass the time until nightfall. She went over with each of them how they intended to to help Fendros over the weeks to come. Other than hunting and training, Meesei had no other plans for the next couple of weeks, as she had been given no further instructions by Hircine. As such, their plans were simply to survive and strengthen themselves for such a time as their lord needed their services. Eventually, it grew late enough for Meesei to retire for the night. Gathering up a few furs to keep her warm during the moderately cool Cyrodilic night, she laid herself down as close to the fire as was safe and drifted off to sleep.
As per usual, Meesei's sleep was not particularly restful. For lycans, nightmares were commonplace and they had to sleep longer in order to achieve the same restful effect as normal mortals. It was a disadvantage to the beast blood, but it was one that she had become accustomed to over time. There was a faint glow in the sky to the east, but the sun had yet to crest the mountains to completely illuminate the area, not that it mattered with the strength of a lycan's night vision. Meesei packed away the furs she had used for blankets, then walked over to where Fendros was sleeping and knelt down beside him.
"Wake up, it is time to get to work." Meesei said, grabbing his shoulder and shaking his body. After a quick breakfast, she intended to delve straight into training.
I understand that you're busy, and there is no need to rush. I don't want to make our newer members to have to wait too long, of course, but I don't want to ruin your fun by making you rush through things either.
If you really feel like you need to move things on, but can't post, perhaps you can message Saarebas or Hail with a summary of what Kayal and Zana will be doing? Beyond that, I hope all the things you are doing go well.
If you really feel like you need to move things on, but can't post, perhaps you can message Saarebas or Hail with a summary of what Kayal and Zana will be doing? Beyond that, I hope all the things you are doing go well.
Ssarak Dyreackthanose
Certainly, Ssarak found most of the demonstrations rather interesting, and even entertaining. They showcased some abilities that he had not actually been aware of, in a few cases. He did not know that a pyromancer could strengthen the abilities of others, and he wondered if there were any abilities from other magebloods that could accomplish something similar? Some of the demonstrations were perhaps not as theatrical as the others, but they were all impressive in their own right.
Ssarak had particular distaste for the cryomancy demonstration, as it brought the temperature of the room down far below anything he had experienced before. The Scorched Lands were, as the name would suggest, quite hot all the time, and since leaving, he had chosen to remain in the warmer regions of Tien, so a veritable blizzard inside the hall was not something he had been expecting. Thankfully, the cold was short lived, as the cryomancer brought the temperature of the hall back to normal in an instant. He did not think there would be a demonstration he disliked more than that one, but unfortunately, he was wrong.
Through each demonstration, Ssarak found himself in awe at times, and entertained at others. The Dwarven rune master's demonstration was rather humorous, even if he had no idea what she was saying. Her show of teleportation seemed to bring the room into high spirits, but the next instructor, the Demonmancer, turned the dining hall to chaos. Ssarak was confused about what was going on when the room began to shake, the walls changed form, and even the table in front of him began to morph. Suddenly, the hall took on the form of the Inferno itself. Had this been all that occurred, Ssarak simply would have been surprised, but when the demons began to appear, he reacted instantly. He did not know what was going on. Was this part of the plan? Had the demons capitalized on some sort of mistake the Demonmancer made? In the heat of the moment, Ssarak did not have time to ponder these questions, for when the new demons began to attack, his instincts as a warrior threw him into action.
Ssarak jumped up from his chair and grabbed an imp creature that was flying by him by the neck. then turned and turned and smashed it down through his chair, splintering it into pieces. Without wasting a moment, he crushed the imp's head under his boot and grabbed one of the nearby broken chair legs, which had broken into a sharp point on one side. Demons of all shapes and sizes were terrorizing the room, so Ssarak went for the closest of the new arrivals: a strange looking human-sized demon that was assaulting one of the staff members. With as much force as he could muster, he stabbed the makeshift wooden stake into the back of the demon, though it broke in half when he tried to pull it back out. The demon was not killed, so Ssarak prepared to defend himself when the demon turned around, but strangely, nothing happened. The look in the creature's eyes showed that it wanted to slaughter the Esyire, but it just growled, then moved on to another staff member.
Looking around, Ssarak finally noticed that all of the demons were only attacking the other demons that served the college. None of the students had even been touched. Soon enough, the Demonmancer took his seat, and the next instructor, the Herbamancer dealt with the attacking demons. Tree roots burst out of the ground and crushed many of the attackers to death, while, at the same time, the room started to shift back into its previous form. For obvious reasons, herbamancy was not a popular mageblood in the barren Scorched Lands, so he had no idea of the sheer potential it had in a conflict. In truth, Lucilia's demonstration had impressed Ssarak more than any of the others so far, though it did not serve to calm his nerves. The Demonmany demonstration quite understandably put him on edge, and it certainly did not do wonders for the idea that the students would be safe in the college. Perhaps, Ssarak reasoned, it would be a good idea for him to remain armed from this point forward. By the end of Lucilia's demonstration, the dining hall was mostly back to normal.
Except now Ssarak did not have a chair.
Certainly, Ssarak found most of the demonstrations rather interesting, and even entertaining. They showcased some abilities that he had not actually been aware of, in a few cases. He did not know that a pyromancer could strengthen the abilities of others, and he wondered if there were any abilities from other magebloods that could accomplish something similar? Some of the demonstrations were perhaps not as theatrical as the others, but they were all impressive in their own right.
Ssarak had particular distaste for the cryomancy demonstration, as it brought the temperature of the room down far below anything he had experienced before. The Scorched Lands were, as the name would suggest, quite hot all the time, and since leaving, he had chosen to remain in the warmer regions of Tien, so a veritable blizzard inside the hall was not something he had been expecting. Thankfully, the cold was short lived, as the cryomancer brought the temperature of the hall back to normal in an instant. He did not think there would be a demonstration he disliked more than that one, but unfortunately, he was wrong.
Through each demonstration, Ssarak found himself in awe at times, and entertained at others. The Dwarven rune master's demonstration was rather humorous, even if he had no idea what she was saying. Her show of teleportation seemed to bring the room into high spirits, but the next instructor, the Demonmancer, turned the dining hall to chaos. Ssarak was confused about what was going on when the room began to shake, the walls changed form, and even the table in front of him began to morph. Suddenly, the hall took on the form of the Inferno itself. Had this been all that occurred, Ssarak simply would have been surprised, but when the demons began to appear, he reacted instantly. He did not know what was going on. Was this part of the plan? Had the demons capitalized on some sort of mistake the Demonmancer made? In the heat of the moment, Ssarak did not have time to ponder these questions, for when the new demons began to attack, his instincts as a warrior threw him into action.
Ssarak jumped up from his chair and grabbed an imp creature that was flying by him by the neck. then turned and turned and smashed it down through his chair, splintering it into pieces. Without wasting a moment, he crushed the imp's head under his boot and grabbed one of the nearby broken chair legs, which had broken into a sharp point on one side. Demons of all shapes and sizes were terrorizing the room, so Ssarak went for the closest of the new arrivals: a strange looking human-sized demon that was assaulting one of the staff members. With as much force as he could muster, he stabbed the makeshift wooden stake into the back of the demon, though it broke in half when he tried to pull it back out. The demon was not killed, so Ssarak prepared to defend himself when the demon turned around, but strangely, nothing happened. The look in the creature's eyes showed that it wanted to slaughter the Esyire, but it just growled, then moved on to another staff member.
Looking around, Ssarak finally noticed that all of the demons were only attacking the other demons that served the college. None of the students had even been touched. Soon enough, the Demonmancer took his seat, and the next instructor, the Herbamancer dealt with the attacking demons. Tree roots burst out of the ground and crushed many of the attackers to death, while, at the same time, the room started to shift back into its previous form. For obvious reasons, herbamancy was not a popular mageblood in the barren Scorched Lands, so he had no idea of the sheer potential it had in a conflict. In truth, Lucilia's demonstration had impressed Ssarak more than any of the others so far, though it did not serve to calm his nerves. The Demonmany demonstration quite understandably put him on edge, and it certainly did not do wonders for the idea that the students would be safe in the college. Perhaps, Ssarak reasoned, it would be a good idea for him to remain armed from this point forward. By the end of Lucilia's demonstration, the dining hall was mostly back to normal.
Except now Ssarak did not have a chair.
I was more referring to as soon as it happened, when surprise was still a factor. Besides, I don't think Ssarak would care if an imp with a smashed in face held a grudge.
Also, all the staff are demons, correct?
Also, all the staff are demons, correct?
So, I am currently wondering what would happen if Ssarak smashed the face of a demon against the floor.
Meesei nodded. "Yes, at Hircine's request, Ahnasha hunted and killed a specific minotaur as proof of her dedication to him. As she described it, Hircine appeared in the spectral form of the beast she killed and spoke to her, giving her instructions to seek me out. At the time, I had just begun to form the pack and had only found Lorag. Finding these creatures can be difficult, but it is not impossible. Hircine will sometimes give hints of their locations to aspiring hunters, then from there, the word of their locations can spread in the form of rumors. Still, none of the hunts are simple by any means. Either the creature will be strong and dangerous to kill, or exceptionally difficult to track. If you speak to Hircine directly, then you have certainly earned the right." She explained.
I think I need to go to bed now. Goodnight.
Meesei laid herself down by the edge of the water, enjoying the head of the sun bearing down on her. Perhaps in a while she would opt for a swim, but for the moment she was content in her relaxation. Cyrodiil occupied an awkward place for her in terms of its natural environment. Its beasts were not quite as dangerous as those found in the marsh, so it was harder to locate truly worthy prey. Additionally, while it was adequately warm for her tastes in the daytime, the night was annoyingly cool. Overall, the province was just slightly suboptimal, but it would have to be good enough as, for the moment, it seemed that Hircine wished for her to remain there.
Meesei glanced over to Fendros when he addressed her. She grinned slightly, as this was a topic she was very pleased he was asking about. "I know a good deal about the lord of the Hunt. I would think you already know the basics. His domain is the wilds and, of course, hunting. Beyond that, his gift to our world is lycanthropy, though werewolves are not the only lycans in existence. Werebears, werecrocodiles, wereboars, and werevultures are all have different variants of the beast blood. Werewolves are simply the most common. Generally, Hircine is pleased by sacrifices made in his name, specifically of a hunter's prey. Particularly strong or rare creatures can gather his attention more directly. It is said that there are certain unique creatures in the world that a hunter can slay to be granted an audience with Hircine directly. I have never had the fortune of speaking to him in this manner, but I have contacted him through more indirect means. It is how I know he wanted me to find you. As for why he wanted me to do this, I do not know exactly why. Our lord is an enigmatic being. He is no different from other Daedra in that regard. The reason he wanted me to find you is because you will strengthen our pack, but he did not say how or why you would be able to do this."
Meesei glanced over to Fendros when he addressed her. She grinned slightly, as this was a topic she was very pleased he was asking about. "I know a good deal about the lord of the Hunt. I would think you already know the basics. His domain is the wilds and, of course, hunting. Beyond that, his gift to our world is lycanthropy, though werewolves are not the only lycans in existence. Werebears, werecrocodiles, wereboars, and werevultures are all have different variants of the beast blood. Werewolves are simply the most common. Generally, Hircine is pleased by sacrifices made in his name, specifically of a hunter's prey. Particularly strong or rare creatures can gather his attention more directly. It is said that there are certain unique creatures in the world that a hunter can slay to be granted an audience with Hircine directly. I have never had the fortune of speaking to him in this manner, but I have contacted him through more indirect means. It is how I know he wanted me to find you. As for why he wanted me to do this, I do not know exactly why. Our lord is an enigmatic being. He is no different from other Daedra in that regard. The reason he wanted me to find you is because you will strengthen our pack, but he did not say how or why you would be able to do this."
I think I'm going to have Meesei be the only one to actually use Sabine's name. Seems appropriate.
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