EliteCommander

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

"Sensible." Meesei replied with a quick nod. "I could spend all day describing my men's discipline and professionalism, but firsthand experience would be far better. Ri'vashi would also be the best person to join in that conversation. If you are not opposed to leaving the Imperial City, I can take you see our forces in person whenever you wish. I understand you may not be able to do so right at this moment, but if you give me a time, then either myself, or another member of my pack can take you there in an instant."

Meesei leaned back from the table and started gathering up the documents that gro-Tagnud had given her. "I would offer to wait here if there is any business you need to take care of first, but unfortunately, I have much to do in a short amount of time. After I leave here, I am going to have the Axe empowered. I will not lie, there is risk involved, but I am willing to take that risk upon myself. Should I fail, I will be sure to have the location of the Axe sent to you so that you might reclaim it and try again."

---

"Oh, all kinds." Kaleeth replied. "Meesei did try to teach me magic for a while, but I was never any good at that. I did conjure up a fireball once. Burned Janius' rear end." She laughed loudly, then cleared her throat before continuing.

"Well, for the most part, it was just combat training. All sorts of techniques, stances, swings. Things they've probably been teaching you; just a lot of it. It's so hard to realize when you're getting better. At first, I remember that I started out with a mace. I wasn't very, um, dexterous or agile, but I could hit things really, really hard. So, that's what I did. They gave me a mace and a shield, and I started to practice how to use my strength to my advantage. I think that's really what it took for me: finding the thing I was good enough at to make it really worth it to focus on. I use a sword now, but I admit, I still don't think I have that much finesse. Not compared to someone like your mother, or even Janius. But, I'm good at being a strong, steady force on the battlefield. With a big shield and a steel suit surrounding me, I really feel...confident in a fight. I don't think anyone has ever just outright overpowered me. Arrows don't scare me, blades can't threaten me very well. I can really just be a...center for our pack."

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Meesei looked at the map as well, though the pins and markings meant little to her at first glance. She shook her head lightly as she answered. "The Emperor was the first to reply to our request. According to the Thalmor's representative, her superiors are still debating the issue. Regardless, if they do lend their forces, it would be my recommendation to keep your respective forces as separate as possible for matters of practicality just as much as morale. You already know how to lead your own men, and it would be inefficient to disrupt the command structures of the Legion or Dominion forces. You, the Dominion commander, and my General should maintain direct control over our own forces. As leaders of our armies, we can discuss and decide upon our overall strategy together, without relinquishing control of our forces."

"Though, I do also have a question for you, Legate General." Meesei continued. "Marod has often spoken of the possibility of integrating lycan soldiers into the Legion. He refers to some time likely long after the end of this war, but as you said, he is not the one in charge of legions of specialized soldiers. You know your men better than anyone; do you think that, in this invasion, your men will be comfortable fighting right alongside lycanthropes. Do you think they could be trained to integrate lycanthropes into their formations, their tactics? My warriors are not as numerous as yours, but we have experienced firsthand how our unique abilities can multiply the effectiveness of any 'standard' fighting force. It may be that we could be more effective together than we can be apart."

---

Kaleeth's expression turned notably more sour, if only for a few seconds. The grim thoughts of what could have been were not particularly pleasant. "She was dying. She had been horribly hurt in her fight with Do'rhajul. Even then, she kept herself together and fought with us up to the point where we were escaping the fort. She thought that, with complete, perfect control of my beast, I could be one of the most dangerous among us at that time. I don't know if that was true, but it definitely helped. It's hard to describe what it's like to have that much control. Imagine being able to move around and do things in your werewolf form just like you can in your normal one. Nothing tugging at your mind, just...you. Anyways, I used my ability to hit things really hard and broke through the gate so we could fight our way out. I loved having the ring, but I was beyond happy to have to give it back after she recovered. It was...close. We were getting to the point of having to say our goodbyes when Sabine and Marcaille's potions started to work."

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Meesei lifted up her eyes from the page to meet gro-Tagnud's. "Now that...is a question that will take far longer than just one meeting here to answer. And I am not sure I could answer it to your satisfaction. I may be the leader of Tamriel's lycans, but I cannot manage everything. We have clans located in every corner of Tamriel. Each one may follow under Hircine's banner, but they are independent entities that train their own warriors, based on their own doctrines. I intend to bring as many of our warriors from every single clan as is possible to bear for this battle. I can say that many of our military leaders come from Legion backgrounds, so their tactics may be familiar to you. But, others are formerly from the Dominion military, or others from Redguard, Dunmer, or Argonian backgrounds. My General, a woman named Ri'vashi, has over a decade of experience in coordinating them all, so she has learned how to best use them. I shall arrange to have her meet with you to discuss the more...detailed aspects of military planning."

Meesei gave another glance down to the pages on the table in front of her. "I will also make sure to deliver these to her as well, once I have reviewed them. They will be the most beneficial in her hands. But, I do not wish to leave here without giving you something in the way of an answer. As you might imagine, all of our tactics are designed to integrate the strengths of our beast forms. I realize there is a great deal of myth and legend surrounding lycans, so I suppose I can describe which forms of lycan actually exist, and their attributes. Werewolves, like myself, are the most common form of lycanthrope, and can be found everywhere. We are Hircine's chosen hunters, being the most well-rounded of lycans. We are far faster and stronger than any man or elf. It varies between individuals, but I can outrun a horse and overpower a troll. I have sharp teeth and claws like daggers. My sense of smell and hearing is acute like a wolf, which is certainly helpful for tracking and general alertness. Those advantages extend into my Argonian form, to a lesser degree. Do not let my appearance fool you; I am more physically capable than any of your men. The other forms of lycans are werebears, werelions, wereboars, werecrocodiles, werevultures, and werebats. Werebears, as you might expect, are even larger and stronger than a werewolf, but not as naturally agile. Wereboars, although actually slightly smaller than a werewolf, lie between werewolves and werebears in terms of strength. They also tend to be more durable and...stubborn. Werelions, despite what you might think at first, are actually smaller than werewolves, but there are none that are faster and more agile. Werevultures and werebats are both flying lycans primarily from Valenwood. Werevultures are larger and can fly much higher and faster, while werebats are smaller, but bulkier and better at quick takeoffs and landings. Werecrocodiles...if you can imagine a daedroth, that is very close to a werecrocodile. They have armored scales, and are by far the most physically powerful of lycans. They may be the slowest out of water, but I do not think there is anything in Tamriel or beyond that can bite harder."

---

Kaleeth paused, finally eating one of the fried eggs in front of her as she thought. It was a harder question to answer than she initially thought, though her mind did eventually settle on one. Once more, she grinned. "Well, Janius definitely made me feel appreciated right away. But, I'm guessing you more mean when I felt that I deserved appreciation. After I learned Cyrodilic was when I really started feeling more like part of the pack. Janius was always great company for me, but it was kind of hard to feel like part of the family when I wasn't confident that I could talk to anyone else apart from Meesei. And she was the leader, so I was kind of...afraid of her for a while. You might not believe it, but Meesei can be kind of scary sometimes. But as for when I felt like I was contributing with fighting and everything...I guess that would be in Elsweyr. I had been training since the day I joined the pack, but like I said before, I wasn't really that good at fighting then. In my very first fight alongside everyone, I had to go into my werecrocodile form just to stand a chance. I definitely did a lot of damage, but I got stabbed, cut up, shot up by arrows. They weren't silver weapons, but I can tell you that does not stop it from being painful. And dangerous. Even lycans can bleed to death with enough injuries. In Elsweyr, though, it was different. I had been training with Janius and Lorag nonstop, and Ra'kalesh had even showed me and Janius some of his techniques. I knew I had gotten better, but the big battle at Do'rhajul's fort was where I first got to show it. That was a hard fight, and a lot of the details are still a blur for me. But, we fought against his best defenders, and I was doing more than just holding my own. When we were fleeing the fort, Meesei even trusted me enough to give me her Ring when she couldn't fight anymore. I remember the feeling of control was...amazing."

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Nodding to the Orc, Meesei stepped over to the table and picked up one of the documents. Although, it would likely take some time for her to review them all in any depth. Just at first glance, the page seemed to contain the kind of detail that Meesei would have expected from Imperial bureaucracy. "My answer is hardly different for you, Legate General. There is little to tell about the Hunting Grounds. It is a land of dense forests and grasslands, so it is not a hostile environment. It is the spirit home of my people, but as you shall be guests of Hircine, the lycan spirits shall not attack you, just as they will not attack us. There are other creatures: bears, wolves, unicorns, but nothing that would threaten a legion encampment. You will just need to maintain respect for Hircine and his land. All of the other information I have about the Hunting Grounds, while wonderfully interesting to me, is not terribly relevant to a military campaign."

---

Despite Rhazii's suddenly sour mood, Kaleeth still grinned. "What makes you think we're perfect? I don't feel very perfect, really. I think I'm good at somethings now, but I don't know what I would do without the others. I'd be defenseless against magic without people like Meesei or Janius. And your mother, she is so...eagle-eyed, I think is the way to put it. Such a great archer, I always feel that she can help me no matter where she is. And me, well...no one can quite punch through a stone wall bare-handed like I can." She chuckled.

"And that's all just for the fighting. We all do some things very well, but we also all make up for the problems that each other have. None of us are perfect at everything. When we're together, it can seem like we have no weaknesses, but that's only because we look out for each other. Why do you think you need to be perfect?" Kaleeth asked.

Star Wars - Lawless Galaxy

Boqo stood at the top of the ramp and waved Delni up it. “Come on! Come on! It’s rude to keep Mr.Graeff waiting, the pays good but he’s come to expect a certain standard of work.” Before Delni was even up the ramp Boqo turned back into the craft and walked back in it, as Delni no doubt climbed the ramp he re-appeared shoving some blaster resistant clothing into her hands before disappearing again. When he re-appeared this time he carried a holo tablet, again thrusting it at her before turning to the turbolift to take them to the cockpit. When Delni arrived in the cockpit Boqos hands had already expertly glided over the controls of his vessel, running the pre-flight procedures.

“So we’re going to Nar Shadda, you’re going to do some slicing. Then once we’re finished slicing we’re going to return with the information back here, sounds easy right?” He chuckled slightly. “It should be but it probably won’t be. So how’d you land this gig?”

Although she, in theory, knew what she had been signing up for, it was still something of a shock for her to suddenly be thrusting herself into mercenary work. This pilot certainly seemed to be in a hurry, which made sense, and seemed to expect that Delni already knew what she was doing. The best she could do was to act like she did and hope she was not as far off from the reality of it as she feared. She did not even know why he had forced a new set of clothes into her arms, but she did not question it and found a place to change into them before he returned. She was glad that they were quite a bit more modest than the clothes she had borrowed from Elias.

In the cockpit, Delni mostly just stayed out of the man’s way until he finally addressed her directly. “Oh, well, guess you could say it was a...recommendation. My sister earned some trust from her recent job for Koren, and she recommended me for this one.” She explained. It was a simplification of the situation that left out exactly how Sirka felt about her taking jobs like this, but she figured that the pilot was not looking for her life story.

“Ahhh, the old. It’s not what you know, it’s who you know.” Boqo pulled a lever flinging the ship into hyperspace, before leaning back in his chair. “So the jobs pretty simple, there’s a small ex-Imperial mercenary gang that the boss thinks has ties to the Pruidii Verda. The boss isn’t a fan of there being things he doesn’t know, and this group is a threat to everything he has planned. They’re infiltration specialists, they can effectively destabilise a small government in a week before anyone knows what happens. This isn’t a group that can go unchecked, as such the boss wants all the information he can get on them. Even the cards a little bit.”

Delni found the nearest seat to her as the pilot was explaining the job. It did sound dangerous, or at least, this Pruidii Verda sounded dangerous. As long as they were not going anywhere near them on this job, she supposed it would not matter. “Dangerous infiltration specialists? Well, they sound like people who would have actual good security on their computer systems, though I suppose that’s why we’re not going after them directly. I’ve never known smaller groups like these ex-Imperials to be very security-savvy. Especially on Nar Shaddaa. Usually, they focus a lot more on their ability to shoot things, and just put whoever they have who happens to have worked the most with computer systems before in charge of maintaining it. I remember, back when I worked in that field, that I was usually hired to help fix things after something had gone horribly wrong.”

Boqo shrugged. “That’s why you’re going in to assist, if this was surgery consider yourself the nurse assisting the doctor who does all the heavy lifting. In terms of security, we’ll be alright. We’re not going near their base of operations, because we frankly don’t know where their base of operations is. That’s what we’re trying to find out, the best we know is that they are based out of their old spaceship.” Boqo leaned back from the controls and clapped his hands. “Well I’m going to get some shut eye before we get there, feel free to help yourself to a bunk.” With that Boqo stood up and walked towards the lift. “You got anything you want to ask before I get some shut-eye?”

Delni shook her head. “No, I think I’ll be fine. It all seems pretty straightforward. I don’t know if I’m tired enough to sleep, but I might just lay down for a while on the way. I’ll see you when we get there.” She replied. Of course, since the bunks were not in the cockpit, Delni ended up, somewhat awkwardly, taking the very same lift down with him in silence before they finally parted for the journey.

The ship dropped out of hyperspace in orbit of the chaos induced Nar Shadda. Boqo sat in the cockpit and pinged Delni to come up at her earliest convenience. Boqo swung the ship down into atmosphere, cutting through the stratosphere as it headed towards the spaceport. Landing it’s legs extended and it touched down gently. Boqo then escorted Delni to the ramp. At the bottom of which stood a Givin escorted by two commando droids. He nodded his head slightly in a graceful manner. "Greetings. In the equation A = (π/1012 × 16,072)(R×R)(E∞)², can you tell me what the value of A is?”. The Givin didn’t truly expect the correct response, he had lived among non-Givin long enough to understand that not everyone conversed in the way of complex mathematical equations.

Delni was surprised enough by the sudden question from the strange, almost skeleton-like being that she did not even stop to consider why he would be asking such a thing. Fortunately for her, Boqo handled the greeting quickly, as they needed to get on their way as soon as possible. She was going to be slicing into the computer systems of an ex-Imperial mercenary gang for any information they had on this “Pruidii Verda”. It required them to get close to the gang’s outpost, but fortunately, Koren’s people had already done enough scouting to find the ideal spot for Delni to do her work. As with most places on Nar Shaddaa, the mercenaries’ base was in an old building of questionable construction, cramped close together with spaces owned by many other people. It just so happened that the mercenaries’ base was on the same physical network as a droid repair shop on a lower floor of the same building, with their computer systems being separated only by software blockers. It was a huge security flaw for the mercenaries, but one that Delni had seen plenty of times on Nar Shadda. She guessed that, at some point, someone had owned both spaces and never bothered separating the networks before selling them. In any case, it was an opening for Delni to be able to slice in. The shop owner had already been paid off to allow it. If all went to plan, they would be in and out without notice.

---

Nar Shaddaa

One Hour Later

“This is nothing like the plan! Nothing like what you said! It was supposed to be safe, supposed to be...not like this!” Delni shouted in a panic, holding her hands to her ears reflexively after a frighteningly loud shot from some kind of weapon outside. She was in the droid repair shop, crouched down by the electrical panel she and the Givin had been working on since they arrived. At first, everything had seemed fine. The shop owner had been perfectly cooperative from the moment they had identified themselves. He had even taken the liberty of exposing the panel for them before they arrived. Now, he had locked himself in one of the back rooms of his shop, fearing for his life. Just like Delni was.

Boqo, kneeling down beside Delni, put a firm hand on her shoulder and spoke quietly, but seriously. “I know, I know, but quiet down, would you? They haven’t noticed us yet, and if we stay hidden, we might just stay out of this.”

Outside the shop was like a warzone, even before the bombing that practically took down a nearby building. There was some kind of fight going on in the wide alleyway just outside the windows of the shop. She had only caught glimpses of those involved, but this did not look like the average gang fight. Now, she could swear she could even hear TIEs overhead, and she just wanted to be anywhere else aside from where she currently was. Unfortunately, leaving the shop would just so happen to put them right into the line of fire.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

The Orc might have noticed Meesei's expression turn ever so slightly more severe upon his question about the Hunting Grounds. "We will not be in the Hunting Grounds for long enough that your men will need to know much about it. What they will need to keep in mind the most is to remain respectful towards Hircine. The reason we cannot create a portal directly from Tamriel to Vile's realm is because the barriers between Mundus and Oblivion are too strong to breach, under normal circumstances. However, there are exceptions. One can create a doorway to Oblivion if they are invited. In other words, a portal, going one way, can be created to a plane of Oblivion if the Prince accepts it willingly. Hircine will accept our presence in his realm, and since there are no similar barriers between separate planes of Oblivion, his realm is the perfect staging area."

"And as for the need for preparation..." Meesei continued. "We will need to train to fight Daedra. It will not be mortal men that our armies are facing, and no army of mortals has faced against Daedric hordes for over two hundred years. The Dominion may have veterans from that time, but I doubt there are many legionnaires who were alive during the Oblivion Crisis. Even my warriors will benefit from more specialized training and equipment. Many of the Daedra that serve Vile are humanoids called Skaafin, similar to Dremora. However, any Daedra could find itself in service of any Prince, especially Vile. He is, after all, the Prince of deals, and that does not extend only to the realm of mortals. Other lesser Daedra can and do enter into deals with him. Daedroths, ogrims, Daedric Titans, normal military training would not approach how to deal with such beasts. And I will say, it may be easier than you think to maintain your forces in our cavern. Perhaps Marod did not make my capabilities clear, but I can create enchanted objects that can link any two points in Tamriel. Instantly. You could directly link your camp to your storehouses, if you wished. It would be as if your men were camped in the Imperial City."

---

Kaleeth was oblivious to any of Rhazii's discomfort. She had never been one to be shy about discussing more intimate matters. She also had not yet realized that Rhazii was asking these questions at all because of his own, current struggles, though that would not have stopped her from answering truthfully. "I'm still not convinced that I completely fit in." Kaleeth laughed. "Not so much in the clan; I feel right at home here. But there are so many little things in Imperial culture that I think are just silly. And Nordic culture, and...well a lot of others. For as long as I've lived in the clan, in Cyrodiil and Skyrim, I wouldn't say I really left any part of my home behind. I still feel like a Black Marsh Argonian; I'm just better at not embarrassing myself now. It's kind of hard to describe, actually. I mean, there was definitely a point early on where I just wanted to go back home. But Janius and the others, they just helped me find the things that were bothering me and fix them one by one. It took a long time, but as long as I didn't give up and just kept at it, I knew it would work. Eventually. I wasn't the fastest learner, not like Fendros. I didn't have any magical talent like Sabine. I just had to keep struggling through it."

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

"For the most part, that will depend upon how quickly both your men and the Dominion's soldiers, if they are present, are able to be prepared." Meesei answered. "In terms of the attack itself, moving so many soldiers through the portals between realms will likely take several hours, even with the largest portal we can reasonably make. Fortunately, we estimate that the sigil stones can keep the portals open for weeks, so time will not be a limit in that regard. Still, we will not be able to move from the Hunting Grounds to Vile's realm immediately. It will take time to set up the second portal, but we can also use that time to prepare a forward camp in the Hunting Grounds. We can use it as a staging area, and set up medical tents to treat any wounded that might make it back alive. Vile's defeat will briefly destabilize his entire realm enough to close our portal, which, if you recall from the history of the Oblivion Crisis, will teleport us back immediately to where we came from. I would estimate that we would be in the Hunting Grounds for a day or two at most before we make our attack."

Meesei had expected all of the information she gave Marod to be shared, so it did not surprise her that gro-Tagnud had been informed. It did give her a good idea of what information she needed to focus on giving him for the moment. "As for the time leading up to the opening of the portal, I do not believe it would be wise to rush. We are not under any current pressing time constraints, and we are only going to have one chance at this. I can create for you a device that will allow you to teleport you soldiers into the cavern from anywhere. Only a few men at a time, but it would still be faster than marching them across Tamriel. And draw less attention. With that time saved, we can take the time to prepare and train for the battle. A few months, perhaps, to make sure we are ready to fight as effectively as possible."

---

Kaleeth raised her brow, curious at Rhazii's request. She did not quite understand why he was asking, but she also had no issue telling him. She supposed it could be fun to reminisce on her younger days, actually. Her smile quickly returned and she motioned for him to follow her as she grabbed her own breakfast. "My first few years in the pack? Oh, it was overwhelming. I know I've told you why I joined before: that me and Janius fell in love while the pack was visiting my village. He was such a kind and friendly man towards me. He was kind enough to help me even when a lot of the other hunters-in-training would not. Thinking back on it, the other boys in the village were probably all scared to get close to me because of my father. He was the Master Hunter of the whole village. And maybe they weren't wrong to be afraid; I thought he was going to kill Janius when he caught us mating out in the swamp." She commented, giving a lighthearted chuckle as she sat down with her plate of fried chaurus eggs.

"Anyways, I didn't know what to expect when I left the village. I had never been away from my people, and I didn't know anything about what I was getting into. It took a long time for me to be able to even talk normally to everyone except Meesei, since I hardly knew Cyrodilic. Before we even left Black Marsh, though, we got into something really dangerous with that cult of Molag Bal. I wouldn't say it was a good introduction to the pack for me. That whole experience was horrible. It was in that place that you got your burns, and I can only thank the Hist that you were too young to remember that. There were times early on that I wanted to leave the pack and find some way to go back home, but Janius helped me push through that." Kaleeth explained. She had not really touched on the difficulties she had fighting right after she joined the pack, but without the context of the conversation Rhazii had with Meesei, she did not know exactly what kind of information he was looking for.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

"Once we are in Vile's realm, it will be a battle to escort the Axe-bearer to Vile. Difficult, certainly, but not a complex plan." Meesei answered. She was finding the Orc's attitude to be refreshing. He seemed content getting straight to the point and addressing the important subjects. The meeting could be over quicker than Meesei was expecting. "Indeed, there is a limit to how much planning we can make. We have no real ability to scout the battlefield beforehand, since that battlefield is in another plane of existence. At least, we will not be able to know the exact terrain or other obstacles before we enter his realm. Skilled conjurers can survey his realm in a more abstract sense, but only to determine the location of sources of magical power. Namely, Vile himself. They will be able to sense where he is when we create the portal, but unfortunately, we will not be able to open the portal too close to him. His immense power would prevent us from breaching into his realm at all. But, they will be able to get us as close as they can. When we attack, we will know exactly where Vile is, but for anything beyond that, we will have to be adaptable. He will likely be caught off-guard by the surprise attack, but he will send every Daedra he can after us. I would say that the best way for us to prepare would be to plan how to best make use of our forces' strengths, and how to cover for each others' weaknesses. And of course, to train and arm our soldiers specifically to fight Daedra."

---

Kaleeth was alone heading into the dining hall, as it was Janius' turn to feed Leaps his breakfast. Julan had joined him, likely just to have an excuse to play with him for a while. For Kaleeth, she had ended up somewhat gorging herself at the feast the previous night; her beast spirit was not one to encourage anything approaching moderation in her. It had not helped that she seemed to find the dragon flesh much more appealing than most of the others. Needless to say, she was only feeling in the mood for a light breakfast.

Kaleeth was momentarily surprised upon being stopped, which soon turned to a smile once she realized that it was Rhazii. She could not remember the last time that Rhazii had pulled her aside for something, so he certainly had her curiosity. "Oh, of course, Rhazii. Is there something you need me for?"

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

"Sixteen thousand troops, according to the Emperor." Meesei answered immediately. She had made sure to make her handshake just a bit stronger than Legate gro-Tagnud. She was smaller than him by a fair margin, and her clothes hid her build, so she wanted to subtly reassure him that she was no weakling lizard in a dress. Beyond just her grip, she walked with a practiced, confident posture, and spoke in just the same way. She wanted to give off no appearance that she was anything less than the Legate General's equal. At minimum.

Given how direct gro-Tagnud was with his question, Meesei was equally as straightforward in her answer. "I do not know how much information you have been given thusfar, so I will be as complete as I can in my explanation. We are going to open a portal to Clavicus Vile's realm with the intent of defeating him and removing most of his power. More specifically, we will be opening a portal from Mundus to my lord Hircine's Hunting Grounds. Then, from there, we will open another portal to Vile's realm. Your men would be fighting alongside my own, as well as Hircine himself, and all of his Daedra which he commits to the battle. Additionally, we may be joined by Dominion forces, depending on their response to our request. As for the battle itself, there is only one singular objective of importance to our proposed attack. We have in our possession an Axe created by Clavicus Vile. Our goal is to have that Axe touch Vile himself. We are going to have the Axe empowered by another Daedric Prince, so we need not even cut him with it. If it makes contact with him, then our task will be complete. The energy within the Axe will weaken him enough to allow Hircine to defeat Vile in combat and, for the lack of a better word, 'kill' him. Daedra cannot die, especially Daedric Princes, but destroying his form will destabilize his essence, and release much of the power he has been gathering. The outcome, of course, being that Vile will no longer have the strength or influence to destroy the Towers that stabilize Mundus and absorb our world into his."

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

"You can calm yourself, Rhazii. I did not say that I would hurt you. Or at least...you would really need to mess up in order for that to happen." Meesei said, giving Rhazii an obvious, wide grin. Finally, she stood up and shifted to a more natural style. "But yes, I have no more to say. You should get some sleep, and perhaps consider my suggestion of speaking to your aunt Kaleeth, whenever she has time."

---

Meesei ended up returning to her room for only a short time before teleporting herself directly to Lunise's room so they could have each other's company for the night. The enchantments Meesei had placed in the room gave it a minimal risk for them to spend such time together, even overnight.

Unfortunately, Meesei had no choice but to part from Lunise's company early the next morning, given how busy her day would be. She personally visited Saras to inform him of the Emperor's letter and entrusted him with informing the rest of the council in turn. In the meantime, she would be traveling to the Imperial City to meet with the Orc Legate specified in the letter. She had no reason to believe she would be in any danger, and as a show of trust, she would be going alone. Once she had spoken to Saras, she clothed herself in a fine dress as red as her own feathers and opened up a portal to the Imperial City.

Meeting with the Legate was a somewhat more irritating process than meeting with Marod. They had established their connection with the Penitus Oculatus long ago, so the process for meeting them had been defined and streamlined. However, Meeting the Legate required waiting to be cleared to enter the military compound in the Prison District, then waiting for a soldier to lead her to a Captain, who made her wait in a room for a slightly higher ranked commander, who finally took her across the district to meet with the Legate. At the very least, she had finally been able to get into the same room as him before noon. She managed to avoid showing any of her frustration as she entered the room, and kept herself perfectly quiet until everyone who was not meant to hear the conversation had been instructed to leave.

"Legate gro-Tagnud, I presume? I am Meesei, the Champion of Hircine." She introduced herself.