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Ahnasha tapped her claw against the table rhythmically, her mind filled with conflicting thoughts on Sabine's suggestion. "It is true that Meesei would never want to hurt you like that. Even after all that has happened, I could never imagine her hurting you. Just like I could never imagine hurting my own child. Mora couldn't have changed that. I won't lie, it could work if it was done privately. But...that is a very large 'if'. Because if that challenge went public; if the clan learned about it..."

Ahnasha let out a sigh. "Janius is completely correct. If knowledge of your challenge spread, then there is no way it could end well. Those kinds of challenges aren't always to the death, but if she wanted to win, then she would have to hurt you badly. And, well, if you won, then you would have to be the Champion. Conceding to her, or her somehow winning without a fight...that could cause some real unrest in the clans if news of that spread. Especially considering how rumors can change. Still, you might be the key to this Sabine. You are basically her daughter. Is there any less risky way you can think of to inspire her to see what she is doing? Or maybe you could just...take the book? If you just approached her and took the book away from her, do you think she would be willing to hurt you over it? Is it possible to destroy it? I know some Daedric artifacts can be indestructible."
Lorag nodded to Sabine. "I did notice something, during all that. She was angry at most of us, but when she was talking to you, she kinda...softened up a bit, I guess. You've always meant a lot to her. Even if that infernal book's driving her mad, it don't look like that's changed. Not much, at least."

Kaleeth was disheartened by the whole situation, but she did see the point that Lorag was making. "I think you're right. When we all get together, I think we end up overwhelming her. She thinks we're all trying to gang up on her. But if just Sabine does something, then she might not get as angry. What kind of idea did you have in mind, Sabine? You don't seem too enthusiastic; is it something dangerous?" She asked.
While Meesei did look to be growing even angrier with Janius, her expression did soften as she looked to Sabine, at least slightly. "Sabine, you are not losing me. I have lost some weight, and some muscle, sure, but that is all reversible. It is an...inconvenience while I carry out my research. I am not doing anything that will permanently harm me; trust me. Do not let the others convince you that I do not know what I am doing."

"You know the stories, Meesei." Ahnasha interrupted. "Brilliant mages have been sucked into Apocrypha and lost their minds as a result. What is that book...Doors of Oblivion, I believe? The one that tells the story of how one of the foremost experts on Oblivion, and a master conjurer, went insane in that realm. At this point, you have wasted away to the point that it will only take one more mistake to end everything. If you lose track of time even once and remain in Apocrypha for too long, then you will die of starvation, or perhaps dehydration. Your body can't take much more."

Again, Meesei started to bare her teeth. "I am not going to make mistakes, Ahnasha. All you know is what you've read in books, but I have experienced it all firsthand. I am getting weary of all of you getting together and...harassing me about something you are all ignorant about. No more of this. I am done, I am leaving. I am sorry, but if anyone mentions this again, there will be...punishment."

Immediately, Meesei stood up and stormed out of the room, albeit shakily. Ahnasha stood up to chase after her, but Lorag reached up and put his hand on her shoulder to stop her. "Hold on." He said, waiting for Meesei to be out of earshot.

Throughout the confrontation, Lorag had been silent, but he had been watching Meesei closely, as if studying her reactions to everything that was said to her. "We can't keep doing this. Not the way we've been doin' it. Gathering everyone up, tryin' to convince her she's killing herself. It's not working. She just thinks we're all ganging up on her. Look, I'm not big on talkin' to people or anything, but I know that when you go up against real stubborn defenses, you can't just keep banging your head against them 'till they break. We've got to figure out some other approach."
Meesei was tired, as she usually was. Her natural energy had been sapped from her by her lack of nutrition and rest, so she usually had to use magic to keep herself energized when awake. It was one of the many reasons she was finding herself less and less prone to spent time in Tamriel. Yet, even her exhaustion was not enough to prevent the anger from swelling up within her almost immediately as soon as Janius spoke. These kinds of confrontations had worn thin on her.

Meesei's scowl matched Janius'. "This again? We have settled this, remember? I know what I am doing, and I know more about this than all of you combined. The potential benefits of what I could learn are immense, and I grow weary of others constantly questioning my authority in this matter. Even all of you. I thought you all brought me here for something important, but it seems like we have nothing to discuss."

"This is important, Meesei." Kaleeth responded in a pleading tone. Like many of the others, she was distraught to see Meesei in such a condition, and had a hard time bringing herself to even look at her in such a state. "This is your life we're talking about. Surely you can see that you're not in good shape? It's like you're just fading away...please, I just want you to be healthy again."

Meesei remained just as stubborn as she had been. "This is all of our lives, Kaleeth. Do you have any idea what kind of power I have been attaining? Altering the forces of nature as the Psijics, studying the ways of the Second Era nightblades; teleportation with shadow magic. I have studied magic that histories have thought long lost, or that never knew existed. I have read secrets of the Dwemer to improve our automatons, studied Ayleids, Dragons, and even the Sword-Singers. I have delved into the lore of planes of Oblivion that have never even been visited by mortals. I am so, so very close to being able to just end this war. Maybe through my own power, or perhaps finding a way to counteract their soul-tearing gas. That is all I need to do. I just need to end the threat of the gas, then I will not need the book."
After a few days, Ahnasha was able to declare her ritual a success, by her own judgment. With her magic, she was able to identify changes in her own soul that were consistent with what he had read to expect about the process. It certainly helped to calm her worries, though it was only after another month that she started to see the tangible effects of her magic. She felt more lively as she gained back some of the stamina she had not even been aware she had lost over the years. Her reactions became a bit quicker, she did not feel tired as often. Not to mention, she stopped finding strands of grey fur on her body. Unfortunately, the way events unfolded did not remain so positive for the pack for long.

About two months after Meesei’s meeting with Marod and Lunise Vile’s forces launched the single largest and most damaging attack of the entire war thusfar. Within mere days of one another, the Narsis, Sentinel, Solitude, and Cloudrest clans were all assaulted by large forces of enemy soldiers wielding the soul-tearing gas. They were destroyed completely and utterly, with only a handful of survivors from each clan, mostly scouts and other individuals who were away from their clans at the time. The Daggerfall clan was also targeted on the last day, but thanks to the investigations of Saras’ agents from the first attack, some sloppiness from the enemy, and the propylon chambers they had built connecting Daggerfall and Evermore, they were able to reinforce the clan, repel the attack, and relocate them from their compromised clan. Even so, the attacks were devastating in every sense of the word. The sudden loss of four clans was a significant reduction in the overall power and influence of Tamriel’s lycan clans. They lost coin, manpower, and influence in the affected regions.

As it turned out, the enemy had evidently rushed their attacks, as they were less stringent about covering their tracks than usual. As a result, Saras was able to deploy agents to gather a considerable amount of information that enabled the clans to carry out quite a few retaliatory strikes. However, such small victories were not enough for Meesei. She did not admit it to anyone, but she considered the attacks a failure on her part. She had failed to protect her clans, and therefore had failed to prevent countless lycan deaths. In the aftermath of the attacks, Meesei started to allow herself to spend more time with Mora’s Black Book. She had already gained great power from Apocrypha, and she felt that the more powerful she became, the more able she would be to fight against Vile and fulfill her duties as Champion. She hoped to find some kind of knowledge that would help combat the enemy’s poison gas, but failing that, she would eagerly learn of any kind of magical ability that she felt would be worth the effort.

It was a slow progression at first. Meesei gave herself an additional day per week, and another hour for each session, to explore Apocrypha. For the most part, she was held back from drastically expanding that time by her duties. While the rest of her pack were still regularly carrying out missions, Meesei herself needed to keep enchanting new propylons to build up their propylon network. She still gradually increased her time in Apocrypha, but it was not until after about a year, when the propylon network was complete, that she was able to add extra days per week to her time in Apocrypha. She grew more reclusive, more obsessed with finding the secret to ending the war quickly. She still carried out missions from time to time, but she was gradually taking a less and less direct role in the fight against Vile. By the end of a second year, Lorag was taking the lead on nearly all of the pack’s missions. Granted, that was not to say that they were not making any progress against the enemy. Saras had been able to use what they had learned from the aftermath of the previous year’s attacks to great effect. They were able to identify and eliminate enemy agents, disrupt their network of contacts, and even plant infiltrators within enemy ranks. Combined with a steadily increasing flow of needed ingredients from the Empire and Dominion for their antidote, and they were able to push back effectively against the enemy. Attacks against the clans became less frequent, and attacks against the enemy became more effective. Several enemy strongholds fell, and Saras was becoming more adept at rooting out enemy agents. In particular, he did not have any restrictions with investigating government officials. He could identify infiltrators in the Dominion and Empire, then pass on that knowledge to their allies for them to neutralize the threat. It did not end the threat they posed, but they were able to place delays on the enemy’s agenda. The threat still remained that they might convince Marod and Lunise’s superiors to call for an extermination of the lycans, but they were giving themselves more time to bring an end to the war.

Unfortunately, despite their successes, Meesei did nothing to back away from her obsessions. She still spent increasing amounts of time in Apocrypha. By the third year, the situation was dire. She spent far more time in Apocrypha than out of it. She often spent days at a time with the Book, depriving her body of food, water, and rest in the process. With so little exercise and sustenance, she started wasting away before her pack’s eyes. Her former strong, athletic, and even attractive figure became like that of an impoverished beggar. Even as a lycan, there were hardly any muscles on her bones, her scales and feathers lost much of their color, and her ribs were all easily visible. She had been confronted many times before, by her council, and by her pack, to stop using the book. However, she had stopped trying to argue and simply deferred to her authority to make such decisions for herself. The Black Book now never left her person. Whenever she was not using it, she kept it in her bag. She had developed a tendency to become angry when talking about it, and with the sheer about of power she had amassed, she could be frightening to be around. It would simply not be possible to stop her by force. Despite Saras’ efforts to keep rumors of Meesei’s ailing health from spreading, he could not stop people from seeing her when she did happen to walk through the city. At one point, a high ranking Altmer from one of the Summerset Isles’ clans, frustrated by their supposed leader’s reclusiveness and apparent weakness, traveled to the Silent City itself to challenge her for her position. Even with Meesei’s obvious physical weakness, she still accepted and killed him seemingly easily, and without remorse.

Among Meesei’s pack, it was apparent that they would have to do something to help her, else they would certainly lose her eventually. The obsession she had with Apocrypha was almost like someone who had been touched by Sheogorath, so no one expected it to be easy. They had tried before and failed, but when Lorag called them all together for a meeting, there was a sense of absolute determination about him. He had not even needed to tell them the purpose of the meeting, for there was only one thing that it could be. They had to cure her of her obsession; anything less could mean her doom.
We can probably do the next skip soon. I know what I'd like to take us to. It will probably be one of the last things before the start of the final act.
"Indeed. Well, that is all I had to say. You will always have a home among the clans, should you make that choice." Meesei responded to Orphius.

Meesei stood up from her chair, though she did not yet do anything apart from turn her attention back to Marod and Lunise. "Now, unless there are any other matters of business, I suppose we should all go on our ways. I am sure there is much each of us have to do, and the townsfolk likely want to have their village back. Our people will be in contact with one another, so we can always meet again if something pressing arises."

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Ahnasha grinned. "Perhaps it is something that just defies description. At any rate, I'll be able to figure something out. I'll just keep asking around and see where our contacts have any businesses. Luckily, my family doesn't seem like they're going to be making any trips anytime soon. My brother's daughter was born, or hatched, a few months back, so they're going to be trying to keep everything stable for a while. It would be more likely that we could go see them before they could come see us."
Meesei's grin was not too different from Marod's. "Ah, those stories, they can be as effective of weapons as any blade. I happen to know that they have spread among the ranks of the enemy as well, as much as they want to stifle them. Sometimes, rumors go astray and grow beyond their original bounds. And other times, reality ends up being even more unbelievable than fiction. Which stories are true, and which are exaggerations? Well, there is no reason to say. At any rate, do not worry of your role in all of this. To betray me, you would have had to be working for me to start. You did not compromise any of our secrets, or work against me in any real way. It is true that I am not kind to my enemies, but I came here to make allies."

Meesei glanced briefly to the other two before re-focusing on Orphius. "You need not worry about your own safety, or your family. I am not going to harm them, or have them harmed. And I am sure these two will have them released as promised. After all, if they did not live up to their word with you, how would they ever expect me to trust them?"

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Ahnasha nodded, somewhat slowly. "Yeah...that's been a hard story to maintain. Especially since we live so far away now. There was one point where my parents said they were going to visit, but fortunately, something came up, so I didn't have to deal with it. I've been trying to think about it. Maybe update the story a bit? Perhaps we could have met someone who gave us the opportunity to open an even larger shop in Solitude? Or no, Whiterun. Whiterun's landlocked, harder for them to get to. It's definitely far enough that they wouldn't come unannounced, and close enough that we could go there if they visited. Although...we'd need an actual hunting shop. Maybe, uh...I don't know. Do we have any contacts that own a business we could pretend to run?"
Meesei remained friendly, and gave an understanding nod. "Well, I shall not force it on you. But, I would suggest you at least allow me to put you into contact with our closest outpost. You can speak to them whenever you wish, and will always have the option of their help open to you should you need it. They can provide services that could be useful for a family of lycans such as yours. It is all entirely your choice, but I do have one last question."

Meesei's tone did not shift from being friendly, though the content of her question was rather direct. "What is the reason you have to fear me?"

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"I think I might be getting some benefit out of it all myself, but...yeah, I get your point." Ahnasha responded. "There are people like me out there that mate with Elves that just kind of let whatever happens happen. But I didn't really want to do that to you. I've never really feared death, honestly. Not conceptually, at least. I'll end up in the Hunting Grounds, which is exactly where I want to be for eternity. But if I left for the afterlife many hundreds of years before you, then I doubt we'd be together for eternity. There's no way I could expect you to remain faithful to someone who died half a millennia ago. That would just be selfish. No, I want us to be able to stalk the Hunting Grounds together. Now, we just have to hope we both survive to at least roughly the same age."

Ahnasha put her arm around Fendros and leaned her head on his shoulder. Her mind was filling with more pleasant thoughts to at least distract her from her anxiety. "You think your family will ever accept the story that I did this without necromancy?"
Meesei was quick to refocus on what was likely the last matter they would be addressing in this meeting. She did not have any issue discussing the matter with Marod or Lunise present as, if they were being truthful before, what she had to say would not be much of a concern for them. "Yes. It was mentioned before that you and your family are going to be free from service once this meeting has ended. If that is the case, then I would like to extend to you an offer for safety among my people. I cannot offer you to join the clan in which I reside, as its location is secret even among other lycan clans, but there are many other places in which you can live among us. If you or your family have had any trouble controlling your beast spirits, I can offer you training to learn how to tame them as best as is possible for one of our kind. You can be among people who have had the same kinds of troubles and experiences, and we can keep you protected from many of the problems lycans normally face."

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Ahnasha gave a long sigh, taking Fendros' hand to stand up. 'I could probably use a drink. Maybe a few. Possibly with a nice massage to go along with it." She answered, leaning herself up against Fendros. Despite her words, her heard was still racing from the anxiety she was feeling.

"I know I don't have any reason to think it didn't work. Nothing I can point to actually went wrong during that whole process. The spell was annoying to maintain, but I was always paying attention to it. In a few days time, my soul's connection to my body should be quite measurably strengthened. At the very least, I know I'll have your support if I have to try again. Come on, we should get back." Ahnasha responded.
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