EliteCommander

Elder Scrolls: Terror of the Padomaic

Just letting everyone know, my internet is out at home, so I may be delayed with things. I'll try to do as much as I can while I'm here, though.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Just letting you know, my internet is out at home, so I might be delayed in responding to things.

Also, what is going on with psychomancy? I feel it directly impacts me, but I don't have much time to read everything.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

I'm wondering if there is anything I can do. How many demonstrations are left?

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Everyone had dried enough to dress themselves by the time Fendros had went to write his letter, other than Ahnasha, who generally took much longer than everyone else to dry out her fur. While the Dunmer drafted his letter, the others each went about their own tasks. Meesei took the meat from the ogre and began hanging it above the fire to be smoked, while Lorag took the hide and began shaving it in preparation to be tanned into leather. Ahnasha decided on a bit of archery practice with quite distant targets, and Janius and Runt seemed content hanging around Fendros.

Meesei took stock of the supplies they had. while she was preparing the meat. Though they now had an ample supply of food, they would need to restock their supply of salt soon enough, which usually meant going into the cities. While they could not actually catch diseases from rotting meat, its taste was atrocious enough to almost induce vomiting on its own, so it was well worth it to keep it preserved, even if the smoking process did end up cooking it a bit. Meesei did make sure to keep some of the meat away from the fire, so it would be completely raw for their celebration later that day. She was indeed looking forward to it, if only because she believed it would help bring Fendros closer to them. It had been a while since she had drank, though she doubted he would actually have a bottle of alcohol capable of intoxicating an Argonian.

Ahnasha had finished drying enough to dress herself by the time Fendros finished his letter. She was sitting on a rock by the river and looked up at him as he approached. She nodded to him, stood up, and began walking with him east toward the city. "I know the area well enough to get us close to where you described, but you will of course need to take over once we are close enough. Just be careful not to be detected. The furs and leather we wear make us look close enough to bandits that guards and other locals tend to get suspicious." Ahnasha advised. "At any rate, I have to say I am looking forward to this. Just be aware that, if Lorag thinks you can get him alcohol, you will quickly become his favorite person. He is entertaining enough while drunk, at least. Last time we had a crate of ale, I could have swore I heard him purring like a kitten, though he insisted it was me. I don't know, I was pretty drunk too." She said with a chuckle.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

For once in her life, Meesei left the water before all the others and laid down on the shore next to Sabine, taking in the heat of the sun to dry her. Both Lorag and Ahnasha finally released their hold on Fendros. Janius and Ahnasha joined Meesei on the shore to dry themselves, while Lorag remained in the river a moment longer.

"Eh, if you want to sneak around, maybe I should stay here. Besides, I don't know how well I'll be able to control myself if we pass by a winery. That place would have tempting prey of an entirely different sort." Lorag responded.

Meesei raised her head off of the ground slightly, holding her hands behind her head as she looked down at Fendros. "I think I am going to get the ogre meat ready to be smoked and salted. How about you and Ahnasha go to get this wine? After you get that letter written, of course. Just make sure you know what you're going to write before you start putting ink to the page. Ink is easy enough to make, but we do not have many spare parchments, and I doubt you want to leave your message on a patch of leather." She said, turning her head to look at Runt next to her. "Sabine, could go get the writing materials for Fendros?"

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.