EliteCommander

Elder Scrolls: Terror of the Padomaic

I don't think we can really afford to wait too much longer. Hail, do you think you could talk with Leon and write it yourself (provided he doesn't post)? Just talk to me if you need any extra information on the setting.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Meesei brought herself upright once more and looked at Fendros with a grin. "I don't think I would mind joining in on this little celebration. We do have a supply of septims, but those are strictly for essential supplies we cannot make ourselves, like most smithing materials. If you know where to find some, though, I think Lorag here would go to Oblivion and back to find it."

Lorag gave a hardy laugh and gripped Fendros even tighter. "Indeed, I won't deny it. We don't have any alcohol here, unfortunately. We did end up finding some the last time we raided a bandit camp, but I, uh, drank it all...at once. I don't suppose you have a stash somewhere nearby we could partake of, do you?" He asked, staring at Fendros intently. The expression on his face strongly hinted that he really hoped the answer was yes.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Alcohol is more of a toxin than a disease, so it would be poison immunity that would influence alcohol's ability to intoxicate. Of course, in the case of Argonians, there would have to be at least a few specific alcohols that could effect them, since there are a few cases of them being drunk.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Meesei continued to lay floating on the surface of the water, both enjoying the sensation of the water around her and basking in the sun's heat. "In Black Marsh, it is uncommon to serve either the Aedra or Daedra. For Argonians there is usually only Sithis, and the Hist themselves. Mostly the latter. Of course, none of us are here to worship the 'standard' gods of our people. I acknowledge that many Daedra, and even the Aedra have their own power, but I find only Hircine being truly worthy of my devotion. The Hist have my utmost respect, and there are a few Daedra I would have no issue allying with, but I shall only serve Hircine. I hope you will come to see the reason for that in time, Fendros. I still get the feeling from time to time that you are uncomfortable around us, but I hope to prove the sincerity of our words."

Lorag approached Fendros and threw his arm over his shoulder, pulling him close and patting his back. "Yeah, we're nothing if not honest. Except to strangers about our beast blood, but that only makes sense. You don't need to think about yourself as a stranger, or even an ally, you need to think of yourself as family. Come to think of it, we should have a bit of a celebration, somethin' to welcome you home. You know how to make wine, right?" He said jovially.

Ahnasha waded over from the other side, putting her arm around his shoulder as well. "Yeah, just tell us something you do for fun in that city of yours; I guarantee we will make it twice as good." She added, trapping Fendros between herself and Lorag. They both looked at him with a smile, and both were genuinely trying to make him feel accepted, but if he suggested anything even remotely competitive, it was pretty much a guarantee that all of their focus would shift to trying to best the other one.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Later. I still have time to come up with a response to your last one. Just need to think of one.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

"Indeed, it is my proudest moment as a hunter." Ahnasha responded.

Lorag let out a chuckle. "Yeah, I can confirm that's true. She talks about it constantly."

Ahnasha glared at the Orc, but quickly returned her attention to Fendros. "As I was saying, My final test to Hircine was to slay a minotaur lord which was living just to the east of Bravil. It was the first time Hircine had ever directed me to kill a specific creature, and given that it was one so strong, I knew my life was about to change. I gathered up everything I owned, which wasn't much, and left Leyawiin for the last time. I faked my death to keep my parents from searching for me, and so they would remember me with only fond memories, instead of ones of abandonment. As little as I cared for the life they wanted for me, they were still my parents, so I felt it only right to give them some closure. Anyway, the beast itself was not hard to track, but it was just as tough as you would think. I hit it with arrow after arrow, but it was not keen on going down. A single swing from the large stone club it was using would have been the end of me, but I remained evasive and kept it guessing. Fortunately, the beast did not have the mind to see through my illusions, and I found an opportunity to put an arrow through its throat. I cut off one of its horns as a trophy, then cut out its heart and offered it as a sacrifice to Hircine. Needless to say, he was satisfied and graced me with his presence, taking on the spectral form of the beast I had just slain. A powerful sight indeed. I was too overwhelmed to speak, but I did not need to. He congratulated me on my kill, then gave me my next task. Upon his word, I sought out Meesei, who had been informed of my coming by Hircine through a dream, as she explained it. She gifted me her beast blood, and I have been here ever since. There are things I still wish I would have said to him when I had the chance, but I suppose it was not necessary. I do not think our lord questions my devotion." She explained, all too eager to recount the tale she took such pride in.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

"I taught myself, though I have heard others describe me as a natural archer. I have been training with a bow since I was just a cub. My parents were merchants in the city of Leyawiin, a boring life if there ever was one. I took to the forests as often, and for as long, as I could. Hunting was my life; Every time I found myself in our home, I longed for the wilds, and as long as I kept bringing back pelts, my parents had no problem allowing me to do so. At first I was a hunter simply for myself, but it was only a matter of time before I found Hircine. Our lord gave me a purpose far beyond anything I could ever expect from being a merchant's daughter. I spent almost every waking moment honing my skills so that I might serve him better, until he eventually deemed me worthy to join Meesei's pack." Ahnasha explained.

The Khajiit waded over to Fendros and stood in front of him, looking him over. "I spent years training for the privilege to join the pack. Lorag fought for years in the Legion, and survived for a few more years as a lycan in the wilds. Janius survived an onslaught of giant spiders, but you...you are simply killed a single werewolf. Impressive, but it isn't truly too much of a feat. Not to mention your youth. There really must be something special about you for Hircine to take notice." Ahnasha observed. Her tone was not insulting or chiding, but rather genuinely curious. Indeed, it did not seem like Fendros had done too much to earn Hircine's favor, though a Daedric prince could see far deeper into a man's soul than mere mortals.

Elder Scrolls: Terror of the Padomaic

I do know that Leon is at work right now.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

"The Fighter's guild is about as much of a threat to us as the Legion, which is to say a lot if we're not careful. Still, as long as you all are still following my lead, you'll have nothing to worry about from them." Meesei commented, floating on the surface of the water nearby while using her tail to push off on a rock beneath her to prevent herself from floating downstream. "A few weeks ago, we even had the...pleasure of having one of their members stop by our camp. We were set up a bit closer to the road than usual, and he must have thought it to be a traveler's camp. He sat by our fire for about an hour talking to us.. Although, I suspect he may have thought us to be bandits by some of the questions he was asking. Must have been an arrogant one if he thought he could handle a camp full of even lowly bandits; the quality of his equipment certainly didn't seem to suggest that he was exceptionally experienced. He never caught on to what we are though."

"Yeah, though that might not be true had Lorag kept hinting at it." Janius commented.

Lorag held his arms out wide and shrugged his shoulders. "Hey, you can't blame me for that. The guy kept setting me up perfectly for those lines. There's no way I could just pass that up."

"They were a bit funny." Ahnasha added as she swam backwards in circles around Fendros.

"See? Even Catdog agrees with me." Lorag said with a laugh.

Ahnasha let out a long sigh, still maintaining her backstroke. "For some reason." She muttered.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

There we go. I apologize for any errors or things that don't make sense, as it is 4 AM. Goodnight.