Fendros' demonstration of his magical abilities, just as he had described, was not too impressive, though given what he had said, his aversion to magic made sense. Those born under the sign of the atronach could make for incredibly deadly mages, given their ability to absorb magic, but their learning curve was considerably higher. If he did not have the training of a dedicated mage, it was sensible that he would gravitate toward other skills.
"Understandable, though you may find it advantageous to learn how to conjure a bound dagger. It is a simple, easy to learn, low cost spell that would be useful if it is ever impractical to drag a carcass all the way back to camp. You can simply skin it right there and use the pelt as a sack for the meat. I have done that many times in the past." Meesei commented. "As for legionnaires, we do see them from time to time, though it is rare. It would be easy enough to kill them, but there is no need to. We rarely stay in one place for long, and even if a forester happens along our camp, it is not as if they would immediately be able to identify what we are. At most, they might suspect us to be bandits, but with no proof, they just tell their superiors to keep an eye out in the area. In case you are wondering, we do not attack the weak and defenseless, like traveling merchants or farmers. We have no need of their goods, and there would be no sport in such kills. Are there other lycans who do? Definitely. We do not. We follow a more honorable code than simple beasts. People cannot run like a deer, or, unless they are trained, fight like a bear. There is nothing to gain from such kills. Bandits, mercenaries, and adventurers, however, they are more...difficult kills, usually moreso than simple creatures."
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Meesei listened, getting a bit of a better idea of Fendros' motivations. She almost chuckled, as his desires seemed to match every stereotype of the young and naive adventurer, seeking fame and glory sufficient enough to put his name down in history. Still, for the dedicated and skilful, it was not a complete impossibility. As a lycan, attaining fame and recognition would still be possible...just not in the same circles as Fendros was used to. The power that went along with that fame, however, would be much easier for him to attain.
"Well, from the moment I hatched, I was trained to take my father's place as shaman, so yes, I did want it." Meesei answered. "I am grateful to have been born in that position, as it opened me up to mysteries of magic. We spent the majority of most days training, which likely would have made my brothers and sisters jealous, were it not for the fact that they had their own paths. I do have to admit that it was rather easy for me to transition into the style of living of the pack, as Argonian villages are very communal in nature. Argonian children, at least in my clan, were raised by the community, so the attention my father gave me did not garner too much envy from my siblings. As I indicated before, though, I did eventually change my mind. When my father died, I took over his responsibilities, and in the middle of a crisis too. Our hunters could not find prey, so I went to the one whose is the master of that sphere. I am glad to have found my lord Hircine, but I will not pretend it was easy to leave my family. I understand the issues you are going through now, as I went through them myself. My ancestors were perhaps not as exciting as yours, still, there is some history with them. There have been no great wars in my clan since the last era, with the Oblivion crisis. In that war, the Hist called every Argonian into action, from the cities to the deepest of marshes. Most answered the call and defended our home. Quite well, I might add. Black Marsh suffered very little from that war, which in turn gave it the strength to declare its independence. The following invasion of Morrowind was more...politically motivated, and many clans had returned to their lands in the marshes, mine included. My clan did not participate in that war, not that they were particularly needed. Between the Empire failing in its duties to protect Morrowind during the Oblivion crisis, and the eruption of Red Mountain, the odds were never stacked in the Dunmer people's favor."
Meesei chuckled. "I suppose I am going off on a tangent, though. All-in-all, though it pained me to leave those I knew and cared about, I trusted Hircine in his word that I would find family once more, and that has turned out to be true. Even if we are not related by blood, I feel closer to my pack than I ever did with my family. All that being said, however, there are still a lot of lessons I took to heart from them, particularly from my father in regards to magic. He taught me not only how to cast spells, but how to ask my own questions and do my own research. Curiosity and a desire to learn are the greatest traits any mage can gave. What of you? Dunmer culture generally has a great respect for magic, have you had any interest in the arcane arts?"
"Well, from the moment I hatched, I was trained to take my father's place as shaman, so yes, I did want it." Meesei answered. "I am grateful to have been born in that position, as it opened me up to mysteries of magic. We spent the majority of most days training, which likely would have made my brothers and sisters jealous, were it not for the fact that they had their own paths. I do have to admit that it was rather easy for me to transition into the style of living of the pack, as Argonian villages are very communal in nature. Argonian children, at least in my clan, were raised by the community, so the attention my father gave me did not garner too much envy from my siblings. As I indicated before, though, I did eventually change my mind. When my father died, I took over his responsibilities, and in the middle of a crisis too. Our hunters could not find prey, so I went to the one whose is the master of that sphere. I am glad to have found my lord Hircine, but I will not pretend it was easy to leave my family. I understand the issues you are going through now, as I went through them myself. My ancestors were perhaps not as exciting as yours, still, there is some history with them. There have been no great wars in my clan since the last era, with the Oblivion crisis. In that war, the Hist called every Argonian into action, from the cities to the deepest of marshes. Most answered the call and defended our home. Quite well, I might add. Black Marsh suffered very little from that war, which in turn gave it the strength to declare its independence. The following invasion of Morrowind was more...politically motivated, and many clans had returned to their lands in the marshes, mine included. My clan did not participate in that war, not that they were particularly needed. Between the Empire failing in its duties to protect Morrowind during the Oblivion crisis, and the eruption of Red Mountain, the odds were never stacked in the Dunmer people's favor."
Meesei chuckled. "I suppose I am going off on a tangent, though. All-in-all, though it pained me to leave those I knew and cared about, I trusted Hircine in his word that I would find family once more, and that has turned out to be true. Even if we are not related by blood, I feel closer to my pack than I ever did with my family. All that being said, however, there are still a lot of lessons I took to heart from them, particularly from my father in regards to magic. He taught me not only how to cast spells, but how to ask my own questions and do my own research. Curiosity and a desire to learn are the greatest traits any mage can gave. What of you? Dunmer culture generally has a great respect for magic, have you had any interest in the arcane arts?"
Meesei grinned, looking over to Fendros next to her. "To some it is, but I disagree. I find that uncooked meat is just so much more tender. Heating it like that sucks out all the juices. Of course, if you are vulnerable to disease, then losing that bit of flavor is well worth not having to put up nausea, vomiting, and all sorts of other sicknesses. Janius is a relatively new lycan, though, and he was raised in much the same way as you were. He's not Dunmer, obviously, but he was raised in a wealthy Imperial family. You two probably have a lot in common."
Meesei leaned back a bit, getting into a more comfortable position. "As for my questions, well, other than that you know a bit about hunting, and your parents make wine, I know almost nothing about you. If you wanted to tell someone else the things you find important about yourself, what would you tell them? Skills, hobbies, goals, other things you like. One of my best skills and favorite hobbies is magic, but I'll let you answer first."
Meesei leaned back a bit, getting into a more comfortable position. "As for my questions, well, other than that you know a bit about hunting, and your parents make wine, I know almost nothing about you. If you wanted to tell someone else the things you find important about yourself, what would you tell them? Skills, hobbies, goals, other things you like. One of my best skills and favorite hobbies is magic, but I'll let you answer first."
Fallenreaper said
Also, Leon, where are your Good Attributes at? I can't find them in either sheet. Oo
They have no good attributes, they are terrible, evil people!
"My stake? I believe you have already caught a glimpse of what that is. When we were tracking this ogre, you enjoyed it, did you not? Don't bother denying it, for I know it is true. For a lycan, the hunt is invigorating in a way that cannot be described in words. It can only be experienced, as you just did. The blood pumping through your veins as you chase down your prey, the feeling of sinking your teeth into the soft flesh around the neck, it fulfills a part of us that lesser mortals may only experience a fraction of. Through every hunt, we increase our strength, chase faster and stronger prey, build our power. We are the apex of they cycles that drive our natural world. In that respect, I live for myself, to increase my own power, but for our pack, we also live for each other in a way beyond even those in my village could understand. The replacement I trained to take over as Shaman is competent enough to keep them alive, and they will be perfectly content with it. They have no aspirations to improve themselves, not like we do. Everything we do in our pack is for the betterment of each other, the strength of our group.We strengthen each other just as much as we strengthen ourselves. As I have said before, that is the reason we want you here. As inexperienced as you are, your potential is obvious. There is much you can learn from us and, in time, we may even learn from you." Meesei said, taking a seat on the nearby boulder and motioned to the empty space next to her.
"Have a seat, rest for a moment. The first kill is an exciting one, and it can bring up a lot of emotion. Transformations can also be exhausting, especially for new lycans. It will take a few hours to drag this back to camp, so you will need your energy. In the meantime, I will keep answering any questions you have, whether it be about our lifestyle, how to properly skin a creature, or all of the different jokes Lorag has played on Ahnasha over the years. Anything. I also have a few questions for you, if you don't mind." Meesei said, wanting to diffuse some of the emotion she had brought up in him. Even though their pack had discipline and definite hierarchy, they were still all a family, and she could not expect to bring him into that family if they could not first be friends. He needed to be comfortable around them, which, given his situation, would be a difficult task. Still, having a simple conversation about that didn't involve trying to change his entire world view would help.
"Have a seat, rest for a moment. The first kill is an exciting one, and it can bring up a lot of emotion. Transformations can also be exhausting, especially for new lycans. It will take a few hours to drag this back to camp, so you will need your energy. In the meantime, I will keep answering any questions you have, whether it be about our lifestyle, how to properly skin a creature, or all of the different jokes Lorag has played on Ahnasha over the years. Anything. I also have a few questions for you, if you don't mind." Meesei said, wanting to diffuse some of the emotion she had brought up in him. Even though their pack had discipline and definite hierarchy, they were still all a family, and she could not expect to bring him into that family if they could not first be friends. He needed to be comfortable around them, which, given his situation, would be a difficult task. Still, having a simple conversation about that didn't involve trying to change his entire world view would help.
Leon5431 said
Here is is, finally ready!
Nice I suppose I can see why it took so long.
I also see that Konan posted. I'll probably hold off until Sundred posts for Xyden, just in case he would react in some significant way, or until Lucius (I assume) posts the psychomancy demonstration.
Just checking to see what the plan for you guys is right now. I intend to post the rest of the collab after you guys start the distraction. That will take Sharee and Sarel out of the city. Just let me know when you get to the point for me to do that.
Meesei listened to Fendros' outburst, though she seemed to be completely unaffected by it. She simply waited until he was finished, then approached him and began pacing around him, ignoring his last question in favor of her own speech. "And you are telling me you believe all of that? Truly believe it? Don't get me wrong, I understand completely why you carry the opinion you do, but that does not make it right. You were raised in an Imperial settlement with Imperial values, perhaps with influence from your Dunmer parents. You have been told that those who live in similar cities are civilized, while those who chose a life in the wilds are savage barbarians, and, as a child, you had no reason to disbelieve them. After all, the entire sum of your beliefs and morals come directly from your parents, do they not? Maybe some influence from friends too? If they knew everything, that would be perfect, but what if they get something wrong? You would believe it completely, having no reason not to trust them. But your parents are infallible, right? They taught you, or gave you the resources to teach yourself, everything they 'knew' about the world. They likely told you what to believe on politics, history, magic. For instance, they might have told you that levitation is a dead art, a spell lost to the ages that none alive know."
Meesei walker around behind Fendros, sliding her hand across his back as she charged alteration magic into his body. He started to glow a violet color as faint tendrils of magic wrapped around him. She then walked around in front of him, grabbing his arm and lifting him up a few feet off the ground, where he remained even once she let go. Meesei looked up at him, staring him in the eyes. "They couldn't be wrong, could they?"
After dispelling her levitation and letting him drop to the ground, she continued her speech. ""You need to ask yourself why you believe what you believe. Do you think our lifestyle so inferior because that is what your family raised you to think, or because you have looked carefully at both lifestyles, thought about what each one offers, then come to a conclusion based on your own ability to reason. You need to push away the bias you have been raised with and think about it objectively. Your family has a successful business, yes? But what does that success actually mean? Do you think it would be fulfilling to spend the rest of your days growing berries in field, then fermenting it into wine? Lorag might sing your praises for it, but does that life really have any goals or aspirations, anything to achieve, or will you just be stagnating? Doing the same things day in and day out for centuries, maybe with a vacation every now and then."
Meesei over in front of Fendros and placed a hand on his shoulder. "If you think you are losing any opportunities in this, perhaps I should enlighten you on my own past. You were to inherit a farm, I was to inherit an entire village. In my clan in Black Marsh, there were three leaders of our clan, which, despite the image probably going through your head, consisted of a few hundred individuals.These leaders were the Master-Hunter, the Elder, and the Shaman. I was raised to be the Shaman of my people, trained extensively in magic, diplomacy, our history, and overall, how to be a leader. I was meant to guide our entire people , especially in regards to magic and the clan's health. In most ways, the lives and well being of all of those people would have been tied to my decisions; it was a great responsibility, and a great honor. My life had purpose...or at least I though it did at the time. When our hunters could no longer find prey, I went against tradition and went to Hircine for guidance. It was at that point that I realized how little what I was doing actually meant. Sure, I had the responsibility to keep my clan alive, but that was all we were doing: surviving. We had no real goals, no purpose to attain or achieve other than simply staying alive. Granted, that is a difficult task in the marsh, but it was still not enough. As a Hunter of Hircine, I have actual purpose. I seek to grow my power, to hunt the greatest and strongest creatures this world, and perhaps a few others, has to offer. I am beyond mortal, and you can be too. You are a child to your own race, and even compared to the shorter lived races you are young. And yet, you managed to kill a werewolf single-handedly. You killed an ogre not minutes ago with nothing but your own claws and teeth. You have potential, and a lot of it; you deserve more than just growing grapes for a living, a lot more."
Meesei walker around behind Fendros, sliding her hand across his back as she charged alteration magic into his body. He started to glow a violet color as faint tendrils of magic wrapped around him. She then walked around in front of him, grabbing his arm and lifting him up a few feet off the ground, where he remained even once she let go. Meesei looked up at him, staring him in the eyes. "They couldn't be wrong, could they?"
After dispelling her levitation and letting him drop to the ground, she continued her speech. ""You need to ask yourself why you believe what you believe. Do you think our lifestyle so inferior because that is what your family raised you to think, or because you have looked carefully at both lifestyles, thought about what each one offers, then come to a conclusion based on your own ability to reason. You need to push away the bias you have been raised with and think about it objectively. Your family has a successful business, yes? But what does that success actually mean? Do you think it would be fulfilling to spend the rest of your days growing berries in field, then fermenting it into wine? Lorag might sing your praises for it, but does that life really have any goals or aspirations, anything to achieve, or will you just be stagnating? Doing the same things day in and day out for centuries, maybe with a vacation every now and then."
Meesei over in front of Fendros and placed a hand on his shoulder. "If you think you are losing any opportunities in this, perhaps I should enlighten you on my own past. You were to inherit a farm, I was to inherit an entire village. In my clan in Black Marsh, there were three leaders of our clan, which, despite the image probably going through your head, consisted of a few hundred individuals.These leaders were the Master-Hunter, the Elder, and the Shaman. I was raised to be the Shaman of my people, trained extensively in magic, diplomacy, our history, and overall, how to be a leader. I was meant to guide our entire people , especially in regards to magic and the clan's health. In most ways, the lives and well being of all of those people would have been tied to my decisions; it was a great responsibility, and a great honor. My life had purpose...or at least I though it did at the time. When our hunters could no longer find prey, I went against tradition and went to Hircine for guidance. It was at that point that I realized how little what I was doing actually meant. Sure, I had the responsibility to keep my clan alive, but that was all we were doing: surviving. We had no real goals, no purpose to attain or achieve other than simply staying alive. Granted, that is a difficult task in the marsh, but it was still not enough. As a Hunter of Hircine, I have actual purpose. I seek to grow my power, to hunt the greatest and strongest creatures this world, and perhaps a few others, has to offer. I am beyond mortal, and you can be too. You are a child to your own race, and even compared to the shorter lived races you are young. And yet, you managed to kill a werewolf single-handedly. You killed an ogre not minutes ago with nothing but your own claws and teeth. You have potential, and a lot of it; you deserve more than just growing grapes for a living, a lot more."
Nytefall said
I gave my character a nice little conversation starter
Indeed. Just make sure your character doesn't arrive at the meeting location before Sharee does, as it would mess with the collab I have written up with New Yorker. Not that you could really do much at the meeting spot before anyone else is there, I suppose. I'm crossing my fingers that we can get to it soon enough, so you won't have to wait too much longer.
Meesei approached Fendros and stood over him, her expression showing a bit of satisfaction at his performance. He was by no means perfect, but he had performed better than expected; he was certainly trainable. She had hoped he would be a bit more accepting of his situation, but his feelings were nothing unexpected for a new blood. He would come to see his potential in time.
"Oh, but you have. Your beast spirit is not something you have to fight while on a hunt, it is your ally. It is skilled in the art of savagery, while your mind holds the seat of reason. I was watching the entire fight, I saw when you switched from instinct to a more...tactical approach. As you grow more experienced, you will be able to switch between the two more effortlessly. Believe me, there are times where brutal savagery is the best course of action, and that is what your beast excels at. For now, you need not worry about your beast taking control, as its hunger has been sated. If you allow it to feed often enough, it will make it easier to prevent accidental transformations, and even if you do lose control, it will not harm us. It acts on instinct, but it will not attempt to kill fellow pack members. For now, however, you should relish your victory. You have performed well; you should be proud of your actions." She explained, reaching down and offering him her hand to help him up. Her expression did not show a great deal of emotion, but looking closely, he would be able to see her satisfaction with him.
"Oh, but you have. Your beast spirit is not something you have to fight while on a hunt, it is your ally. It is skilled in the art of savagery, while your mind holds the seat of reason. I was watching the entire fight, I saw when you switched from instinct to a more...tactical approach. As you grow more experienced, you will be able to switch between the two more effortlessly. Believe me, there are times where brutal savagery is the best course of action, and that is what your beast excels at. For now, you need not worry about your beast taking control, as its hunger has been sated. If you allow it to feed often enough, it will make it easier to prevent accidental transformations, and even if you do lose control, it will not harm us. It acts on instinct, but it will not attempt to kill fellow pack members. For now, however, you should relish your victory. You have performed well; you should be proud of your actions." She explained, reaching down and offering him her hand to help him up. Her expression did not show a great deal of emotion, but looking closely, he would be able to see her satisfaction with him.
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