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There were a few moments of silence as everyone glanced around at one another. After a few moments, it was clear that no one else had any comment, so Lorag gave a brief nod. "Guess we've got somethin' of a plan then. Guess I'll try to think of how to bring this to Saras if talking to her don't work. I doubt it'll be too much of a risk just to talk to her. At least not for you. If she's willing to raise a hand against you, then she just isn't Meesei anymore."

Kaleeth looked to Sabine, though her gaze lowered quickly. "I...wish I could help you somehow, but I know crowding her won't help. I guess she is probably going to be in her room to get some sleep. Hopefully you won't have to wake her up. Do you think you want to go see her right away, or wait a bit to talk to her? She might be upset right now, but wait too long and she might end up going into the book again."

It was the general feeling among the group that they wanted to do more to help Sabine, but there was not much they could all do together. Ahnasha was trying to go through all the ways she could covertly take the book, while Kaleeth was simply trying to figure out how to ensure Meesei did not take her potential anger out on anyone else.

"Why do you think that Saras would support Meesei in this?" Ahnasha responded to Janius. "Everyone on the council is either concerned for her, or just frustrated with the situation. Saras himself has had to put in a lot of effort to try and suppress all the rumors that have been floating around the clans. Even with the war going a bit better for us, morale has been down because of it. I don't think people are as confident in Meesei or the rest of us as they used to be. That alone could be very bad for the war. I think Saras would support us."

Lorag nodded. "Might be true. Actually, it's probably true. Saras works a lot more with the council than he does with Alpha herself. 'Course, if he don't agree with us and he does tell her, then we'll never be gettin' that book. And if we don't him, well, he's very good at findin' people."

Kaleeth let out a sigh. "Hopefully, Sabine can just talk her out of all of this."
~|Nar Shaddaa, Veenra|~

~|Day 3, 6th Hour|~





Fa paused a moment, avoiding taking in any more of the place’s foul scent as she reached out with the rest of her senses. She knew what their target, Zora, looked like, as she had studied her dossier extensively before the mission. However, there was more than a single blue Twi’lek in the bar, and Fa did not want to risk staring. Fortunately, she did not need much time to focus in order to locate her. Even among the crowded bar, teeming with life, there was one whose strength in the force shined brighter than everyone else combined, excluding Fa herself. The Twi’lek, Zora, their target, was in a booth halfway across the room somewhat secluded in the back. Even without the force, it likely would have been one of the first places Fa would have looked, being that it was a rather…stereotypical hiding place.

Turning her head to Vebra beside her, she gave a subtle motion for him to stay put. “Wait here a moment. I don’t want to crowd her all at once. I shall approach, and if she is receptive, I will motion for you to join us. Otherwise, remain alert.” She instructed. Even from a slight distance, Vebra would still be able to react quickly if anything got out of hand. As well, it would likely be best for Fa to be the closest person to Zora if she turned violent.

Fa stepped across the bar at a slow, but constant pace. She made an effort not to appear threatening in any part of her expression or demeanor, and she kept her hands safely away from her weapons. The bar was not exceptionally large, so it did not take but a few moments for Fa to come close enough to reasonably speak to Zora. “I would like to speak to you a moment. I promise that I mean no harm; please, let me buy you a drink.” She said, hoping the confrontation would at least not immediately turn violent.
Kaleeth was actually starting to have some hope now that they were forming some plans that at least seemed like they could work. None of them were ideal, but she doubted that an ideal solution even existed. The suggestions of the others did give her some ideas, however. "It doesn't have to be you. I think you have the best chance of convincing her of what she's doing, Sabine, but if we are going to steal the book, it doesn't have to be you that leaves. I mean, Saras has people that are really good at this, right? Spies, those kind of people. We could steal the book, and Saras can have one of his spies take the blame and leave. His people are experts at staying hidden. Once Meesei gets better, we can tell her the truth."

"That...could work." Ahnasha responded, but she obviously still had some doubts. "But we would have to convince her that whoever took the book stole it alone. We wouldn't want her blaming Saras. If Sabine did it, then Saras wouldn't be exposed to any blame."

Kaleeth looked down, holding one hand over the other on the table. "Yes but...what if she doesn't think Sabine did it alone? What if she blames us? She...she might do something to us."
Ahnasha partially raised up her hand off the table. "No need to lock ourselves into a plan just yet. We need to take the time to really think this through." She cautioned. "You might try to show her how she is hurting you, in more depth than just saying that she is. That might be less prone to make her angry. Or, we could take another approach entirely. She does still sleep sometimes, and when she does, she is exhausted enough to sleep like a rock. Maybe we could steal the book, silently? Unlike a skooma addict, she doesn't have the option of just going and getting another book. We're far from the first, and probably aren't going to be the last to confront her about the book. She won't really know who to blame."

Lorag crossed his arms, his expression skeptical at best towards Ahnasha. "If that book is stolen, Alpha is going to go on a rampage lookin' for it. As weak as her body is, she's still the strongest of us. None of us could stop her magic, and she's not exactly rational right now. If she decides to blame someone, it don't matter if they're guilty or not. She'll punish 'em. She'd be too angry to worry about proving it."

Ahnasha shrugged. "Well, maybe we can steal it, then pin the theft on someone else?"

"And who'd you pin it on? She'll kill anyone who she things stole it. Probably painfully." Lorag countered.

Ahnasha gave a brief sigh. "Obviously we would need to blame someone who deserves it." She clarified, prompting a curious look from Lorag. It was a callous suggestion, considering that the only people who could be reasonably blamed for a theft would be people within the clan.
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.
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