EliteCommander

Elder Scrolls: Terror of the Padomaic

At work, though I understand he is rather busy.

Elder Scrolls: Terror of the Padomaic

I am afraid people are going to lose interest in this if we do not move to something more interesting soon enough. We have been in Leyawiin a bit too long for my taste. I plan on moving to the heist of the ship as soon as we are able. It will probably involve a timeskip after this day in RP is concluded to the point where we are ready to strike.

Mass Effect-Spectre's (Sci-Fi open sign ups)

I would be up for it, and it's not as if Geth age, so the time span is irrelevant.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

"No, I am no enemy of yours." Ssarak responded, easily able to tell that Aruna was still confused. Having some experience in psychomancy had likely given him at least some advantage in recognizing the illusion, but most of the others in the room were not so fortunate. Still, some people seemed to recover more quickly than others, so the nightmares were likely not of a uniform intensity. At the moment, it seemed that Aruna's had been particularly strong.

"If you wish to be angry at someone, the culprit is sitting over there." He said, pointing to Satori. "Not that I would recommend acting on that anger; I have no doubt that whatever you just experienced was a mere fraction of what she is capable of. Your nightmare - all of our nightmares - were a part of her demonstration as the psychomancy instructor. From what I can tell, she used our own memories to create horrific dreams that played on our worst fears, or at least mine did. Hence why this room is emptying so quickly." He explained. Even with the calming pollen in the air, it was easy to tell that many around them were still distraught, though at least none were violent anymore.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

I posted. Perhaps Ssarak will get a chance to express his own well-articulated anger. I think it speaks a lot about the emotions Satori brought up when even Ssarak is angered with her. He is not quick to judge.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Ssarak found it strange when Coco left with seemingly no word or reason, but then again, everything about that plant-being seemed strange, so he did not take it to heart. Since Leith seemed to have moved from his chair, Ssarak simply took a few more moments to relax and calm himself. He consciously knew that what he had just seen was nothing more than an illusion, a convincing dream. That knowledge did not help him to rid himself of the pain it had caused him, but it was a start, at least .

Ssarak could not help but to glare at Satori. The anger within him was evident, but he was still conflicted on what to think about her. On one hand, the demonstration had certainly shown her power, but the extent she took it to was uncalled for. He could see the argument that they would need to be able to deal with hostile psychomancers, so they would have to learn what it was like to feel their influence, but was learning not meant to be a gradual, controlled process? If Ssarak had decided to throw a young, inexperienced warrior onto the field of battle, he would certainly expect the recruit to perish. It seemed foolish to subject and entire room full of students to such pain, especially when many were armed and entirely unprepared for the event. Perhaps Satori had control over what she was doing, but what if a student had unintentionally harmed, or even killed, another in the confusion? The golems were there to protect them, but they were not omnipotent. If a student had drawn a knife and stabbed another directly beside them, would the golems even have time to react? Ssarak did not doubt Satori's power, and he still wanted to learn what she knew, but he strongly questioned her judgement.

Though Ssarak did not consciously notice them, the pollen released by Lucilia's plants dramatically helped to calm his nerves and make him forget his nightmare for the moment. Instead he refocused his attention back to the crowd around him. Apparently, Uicle had performed some kind of demonstration, but Ssarak had been too lost in thought to even pay attention. Much of the crowd in the dining hall had began to dissipate, so Ssarak was was able to notice a familiar face sat on the ground, leaning against the wall. She had not fared any better than himself when it came to the nightmares, it seemed. Given what she had described to him about her past, he could only imagine what kind of torments Satori would have been able to create from her memories. Concerned, Ssarak approached her.

"Are you alright, Aruna?" He asked, his tone empathetic. "The psychomancer's demonstration seems to have affected everyone, and not in a positive way. My own nightmare was painful...in many more ways than one." He turned his head back toward the teacher's table and looked at Satori, emitting a low, distinctly draconic growl. "I cannot say I approve."

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Alright, I'll start after I eat.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Hey Toxic, would it interrupt anything you are doing if Ssarak approached Aruna and asked if she was alright?

Mass Effect-Spectre's (Sci-Fi open sign ups)

On a side note, if anyone finds another Mass Effect RP where I could still be a Geth, I would be appreciative if you could point me to it.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Ahnasha followed quietly behind Fendros to his hiding place for the alcohol. As he was taking out the crates, Ahnasha kept a sharp lookout for anything or anyone that might approach them. If a stranger spotted them, they might assume them to be thieves (which they kind of were), or if a member of Fendros' family showed up, they might try to persuade him to return to his former home. Neither of those options would be a good thing. She gladly grabbed the crate when Fendros gave it to her, then looked on with interest as he opened the chest. It contained a single bottle of brandy, which the Dunmer seemed to think was particularly strong. Ahnasha was doubtful at first, but when she caught a whiff of its contents, she immediately recoiled back slightly from the strength of the smell. "Maybe so, hopefully so. I don't pretend to be an expert on Argonian poison resistance, but this might just do the trick. Come on, pack it away and let's go, we need to get out of here quickly."

Once Fendros had packed away the bottle and grabbed his half of the alcohol, the pair left just quietly as they arrived, save for the faint sounds of the bottles shifting in the crates. After they were over the hill and far enough away from the vineyard, Ahnasha slowed to a more leisurely pace and took a peak inside her crate. "Hmm, it looks like there is enough in these crates to last a while, as long as we hide it from Lorag afterwards. Maybe I can tie the bottles to the top of a tall tree where he cannot reach them. Though, knowing him, he would probably just cut down the tree and try to lick the alcohol off of the ground with his tongue." She said with a chuckle. "I have quite a few stories I could tell you about that Orc, though...he would try to tell you some stories about me when I was drunk. Don't listen to him, I assure you they are all either exaggerated, or completely false."