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"The Redguard does style himself as a hero, but he is essentially just a mercenary with a moral code. It may be as simple as buying the weapon off of him. No doubt he is fond of it, but the Rueful axe is not an exceptionally well-known artifact. He may simply view it as a well-made, enchanted weapon. From that perspective, he may charge a high price to part from his weapon, but if he felt that he could buy something more valuable with the gold we offer, he would likely sell. The clans are easily able to pay whatever price he would reasonably ask. Should that fail...theft would be a viable alternative. Between myself and Ahnasha, we should be able to claim it. I would rather avoid violence unless absolutely necessary. I may not like adventurers, but I would like to avoid murdering them." Meesei answered.

With a visible smile, Meesei reached up and ran her hand across Lunise's cheek. "At any rate, acquiring the axe itself should be far from the most difficult thing I have ever done. Hopefully, we will have it soon, then I can worry about finding a god or godlike being to empower it. Work is never done, I suppose, but it is quite easy to forget about it in your company. I have to wonder if loving company is what has been keeping most of my pack sane through the years. Most of them have found love." She added.
Meesei was just as quick to embrace Lunise. She had not changed out of her desert cloak before opening the portal, though she had not worn it the last time she had visited Lunise. After a quick kiss, Meesei slid herself down to sit on the edge of Lunise's bed, still keeping one arm around her. "Indeed, we have been in the Alik'r for most of the time since we were last able to meet. It had not yet cooled down for the night."

Meesei looked straight ahead for a moment, pausing in thought as she recalled their last meeting. "Okay, so where were we the last time...ah, yes, you remember the lead on that Nord we were following? The reportedly 'invincible' warrior who won the axe wagering on a drinking contest, and who was going to 'keep those Elves of of Hammerfell' by himself? Well, he apparently died of heat exhaustion out in the desert. A wandering trader took the axe from the body, then later gave it away to a local Redguard as a reward for helping him. Obviously, he did not know what he was giving away. The Redguard is the type that likes to style himself as a local hero, and to his credit, he has actually done something aside from boasting. He has been taking bounties on some threats in the area; bandits, unruly creatures, and such. We investigated an old fort he had cleared of bandits, and saw some quite interesting aftermath of that fight. It looked like he had swung his weapon straight through some of the stonework, which would definitely support the notion that a Daedric artifact was involved. We are going to be heading into Sentinel tomorrow to follow up on one of our leads after him. It is not as much progress as I had hoped for by this point, but I am glad to at least finally have firm evidence that we are on the right trail." Meesei explained.
Meesei's face lit up upon seeing Lunise's response in her ring. As per usual, she could feel the connection to the ring's counterpart, though she did not actually know where the ring was in Tamriel. By ship, Lunise could have gone nearly anywhere in the last few weeks. Perhaps it would be somewhere exciting, though if it was not, they could easily go wherever else they liked.

Standing up from where she was sitting near the fire, Meesei spoke up to the rest of her pack. "I am going to travel somewhere for a while. I will be back by morning at the latest." She announced. Although she had not been specific, all of the pack was well-aware of Meesei's relationship and why she had been teleporting herself away the last few months. She had still not told them the exact identity of who she was meeting with, and exactly as Meesei had expected, they were nowhere near guessing her identity. Lorag had actually come the closest, though that was only because he had been making absurd guesses as a joke.

Meesei started the process of creating the portal in a clear spot near the campfires. Looking up from the sword he was sharpening, Lorag gave a brief laugh. "Heh, sure you don't need to be takin' one of Sabine's potions along, alpha?"

Meesei rolled her eyes. "I shall be fine, Lorag, you need not worry."

"He'll probably stop if you let us in on who this mystery person actually is." Ahnasha commented.

Meesei gave a quick glance to Ahnasha, though she had to keep most of her concentration on her portal. "Perhaps I will be persuasive enough to make that happen. I would like for my partner to be able to share in our family. This oasis would certainly be a wonderful place to meet for the first time. We shall see."

Once the portal was complete, Meesei had to step through quickly, since it was difficult to maintain an open portal for an extended period. Stepping through, she did not know where she was going to end up.
It was a few weeks before Meesei's pack was ready to start their search for the Rueful axe, though they did not spend the entire time relaxing. Sabine's training with Fendros continued every single day, with Meesei joining in to help at least half the time. As often as she could, Meesei would also take the time to teach Sabine about some of the more advanced forms of magic she had developed over the years, portals in particular. For short term, practical purposes, the ability to create portals would allow Sabine to travel anywhere in Tamriel she liked, any time she liked. It would make it particularly easy for Sabine to maintain any relationship she might want to enter into, but Meesei did have another motivation behind dedicating all of that time to that particular form of training. Meesei was uneasy with the fact that the propylon chambers, which the clans had come to rely upon to communicate and operate as efficiently as they were, could only be created and maintained solely by Meesei herself. She wanted to train others whom she trusted to be proficient in the same ability. If Sabine could learn the secrets of teleportation, then she too could maintain the infrastructure they had created.

Whenever her spare time allowed it, Meesei also attempted to meet with Lunise. She knew it would not always be convenient, but for the moment, Lunise was still traveling back Alinor from Bravil, which was a journey that took some time. Meesei would have liked to simply take Lunise to her destination immediately, but Lunise arriving so quickly would certainly raised some questions. Nevertheless, since Lunise was simply traveling, they had plenty of opportunities to be together. Meesei even brought Lunise back through a portal into her own chamber on one occasion, though Lunise did not leave that one room.

Although tensions were high among Meesei's pack regarding the threat they were preparing to face, the search itself somewhat diminished that sense of urgency. Despite the leads they started with, the pack's search for the Rueful Axe turned out to be quite a long and dull process. Their mission entailed tracking down people who were rumored to have seen the axe and questioning them, then finding the next person that they would inevitably be told to speak to. Occasionally, they would be directed to an old abandoned ruin, which would usually contain little more than sand. The most exciting event that happened for months was when the pack were able to make a meal out of a group of highwaymen that were inhabiting one of the ruined military forts.

At the very least, traversing Hammerfell's generally arid landscape was not as unpleasant as it had been in the past for the pack. The pack were almost exclusively wearing long robes made from breathable fabric that protected well against both the sun and sand. While bulkier than their usual garb, it was far more comfortable in the Alik'r than any alternative. They could also carry ample food and water supplies at all times, by virtue of Meesei being able to return to Blackreach at will. Meesei, Kaleeth, Julan and Leaps in particular benefited from being able to bathe whenever they needed in order to avoid the discomfort of the dry air.

Despite their lack of success in the search so far, Meesei did not believe that it was hopeless, as the lead they were currently following was far more promising than any they had tried thusfar. From the story they had gathered so far, a local adventurer and self-styled hero had acquired the Rueful axe after it had been brought to Hammerfell by another, Nord adventurer from Skyrim, who had reportedly won the axe in a wager. The Nord had died from either dehydration or overheating in the desert, and the weapon was then acquired by a trader who found the corpse along the road. From there, the trader's caravan was saved by the Redguard adventurer, and he was given the axe as a reward, since the trader likely did not know its true value. The Redguard gained some measure of fame in the area around Sentinel for his exploits with the axe, and indeed, the pack had found some evidence to support that in the last ruined fort they had explored. The bandits that had once inhabited the place had been killed, with wounds that would match those such a weapon would deliver. They had also spotted a few marks in the stone walls where an errant swing or two could have hit the stonework, and the weapon which had made the marks was certainly the stronger of the two materials. Given that the Rueful axe was exceptionally more durable than the steel that it appeared to be made of, it was also a good match to be the weapon that made the marks.

It was the middle of the night, so Meesei's pack decided to wait until morning to head into Sentinel proper. For the moment, they had made camp at an oasis a fairly short distance from the city. There was plenty of grass, trees, and even water, and since it was after dark, they did not need to worry about protecting themselves from the sun. In fact, they had a few campfires going to make sure they stayed warm as once the air cooled.

It had not been a particularly long day for the pack at this point, so it would likely be a few hours yet before anyone would be ready to get to sleep, and they all had their ways of passing the time. Currently, Julan was playing with Leaps near the edge of the water, and was also practicing his magic at the same time. He had the ability now to pick up small to moderate sized objects with telekinesis, and to throw them around at a little less than his own strength. He was using that ability to move around a stick that Leaps was chasing. Although, Kaleeth was keeping a sharp eye on the both of them the entire time, as Leaps was now a creature that, while well-trained, could accidentally harm them. While still technically a juvenile, Leaps was quite close to being an adult. He was now more massive than Kaleeth in here werecrocodile form, by at least a small degree, and about as tall as the average adult Human in his normal posture. With his size, horns, spikes, and penchant for discharging electricity, one needed to treat him with respect.

Meesei, meanwhile, was sitting by the fire, looking down at her hand as she charged a small amount of magic through her gold ring. It had been a few weeks since Lunise had been available, and she hoped that she would have the opportunity this night.
Honestly, there isn't anything of importance before they set out on the hunt for the axe. The search will take a while for them, so I planned to skip to a spot a few months in, near Sentinel in Hammerfell. The search up to that point would be rather slow and mundane, just traveling around talking to people and following up on leads that Saras' agents give them. Probably no fights beyond a highwaymen encounter, since Vile's people have mostly given up on the lycans.
I just needed to have Meesei give a clear statement of the goals Fendros would need to work for. We can skip to the end of the session from here, if you like.
"Indeed. A ward is the cornerstone of any magical defense." Meesei added, stepping up closer to Fendros. "Just always keep in mind that blocking spells is only half of your defensive strength. You must not only block, but absorb magicka to reach your greatest potential. It is a skill that both I and Sabine possess, but with training, you will be able to absorb magicka far more effectively than either of us. I think we can touch on those more advanced techniques." She explained.

Once Meesei had observed Fendros' ward long enough to determine that he would be able to maintain it, she extended out her hand towards him and charged flames into it. "Be ready, and pay close attention." She warned before letting out a weak stream of fire into his ward. "Magicka is the basis of any spell, so it is the common link between all spells. Once you are familiar enough with it, you can learn to shape it, no matter the form it takes. You will need to learn how to take it back into its natural form, then direct it into yourself. Pay close attention to the energy of these flames; you need to separate the heat energy from the magical energy in your mind, see how it interacts with your ward. From there, you need only mimic what your body does naturally."
Meesei brought herself up to her feet, somewhat more leisurely than the others. She took a few moments to stretch out her muscles after having been sitting on the ground for an extended time. "I would just like to make sure that we have some well-established goals for your progress. I feel that just learning to 'deal with magic' is somewhat vague."

Meesei stepped away from the campfire towards a more clear area, indicating that she was at least going to be starting the lesson. "So, as we settled on before, the purpose of this training is to make sure you are someone who can hold and maintain the title of Champion, should that ever become necessary. That means you need to be able to best anyone who wants to challenge you, whether they be a pure warrior, a pure mage, or anyone in between. Both I and Lorag are confident in your ability to handle yourself in a physical confrontation. You are strong and certainly skilled with a blade, and you have been trained by a master archer. The greatest skill you need to be able to develop is to be able to deal with magic on your own, without the assistance of your pack. I do so with my own spellcasting ability, but that does not necessarily mean you need to become a mage yourself. Those without magical talent can and have been Hircine's Champion before, likely more often than not. You need only be able to handle a mage."

"To that end." Meesei continued as she placed any bags or satchels she was carrying aside. "I would propose training to take advantage of one of your greatest assets. Your birthsign gives you the natural ability to absorb magicka. You are already more resistant than usual to magic, but not immune. You need to learn to enhance your own natural spell absorption ability, which should be easier for you. With that, you will not only be restoring your own magicka reserves more efficiently when in combat with a mage, you will be greatly resistant to any magical effects. Spells will simply not harm you to near as much of a degree. Not to mention, you can use that talent with spell absorption to greatly enhance wards. You will be able to channel incoming magicka through a ward and into yourself, which in turn will make your ward stronger. Combine those abilities to a sufficient degree, and you will be a menage to any magic user that meets you in combat. Once you reach your potential, even I will have difficulties besting you. Perhaps you could even try to earn my title?" Meesei chuckled.
There are a few points in particular that I would like for Meesei to make.
Meesei hummed a moment. "Perhaps I do not wish to be satisfied? A complacent hunter shall never improve." She remarked.

Sabine's comment was certainly realistic, and honestly, the most probable outcome. The lycan clans had gone through great pains to remain undetected through the years, so even if there were those in the world that would want to remember them, they had simply not heard the story of their struggles. Of course, Meesei also doubted that there would be many who would provide an unbiased perspective on lycans. Regardless, there were some possibilities that were at least probable enough to consider. "That is most likely true, though it is no guarantee. Our struggles have involved others aside from our clans. I doubt Molag Bal's followers will be writing any history books about us, but there are non-lycan worshipers of Hircine, and everything about us will be recorded in Apocrypha. Not to mention, representatives of the Empire and Dominion have been working with us for years. They will keep their records secret, but who knows what shall happen in the far future? Perhaps in a few decades or centuries, a historian may dig up those records? And if we help overthrow the Thalmor, perhaps we will even be able to have actual, open sanctuaries for our kind? If that ever happened, our stories would not necessarily need to remain secret. Although, that is all merely speculation. Optimistic speculation at that."

it was not long before Meesei had finished her dinner and was ready to begin their training. She had gone through only half a bottle of ale so far, but it would perhaps be best to save that for after their practice regardless. Fendros is particular would require his concentration. "At any rate, are you ready, Fendros? I believe we can identify some definite goals today."

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