EliteCommander

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

It's nearly 4 am right now, but later for sure. I have all of those except world of tanks. You wouldn't happen to have GTA V would you?

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Meesei listened with interest to Janius' attempt to console Fendros as she searched the largest tent for supplies. It was moments such as this that she was especially grateful for her pack. As much as she wished she was, Meesei was not perfect, and she did not have all the answers. Unlike Janius and Ahnasha, she did not have the same experiences as them; she did not have to adapt nearly as much to her current lifestyle. Cannibalism was still definitely taboo in her village, but it wasn't nearly as entrenched as with Imperial culture. She could not speak with the same empathy as they could. Additionally, her relationship with Fendros was a bit different than theirs. Being the Alpha, she was an authority figure, while his relationship with the others was more akin to that of peers. Perhaps not with Lorag, given his high rank within the pack, but the others did not carry the same weight of authority.

Meesei emerged from the tent carrying a few soul gems and some ingredients for Sabine shortly before Fendros approached him. He was wearing the chitin armor from the Dunmer she had killed in her initial strike, which seemed to suit him. It was tailored for a female, so it did not fit him perfectly, but it fit well enough. Janius' speech seemed to have worked at least partially, as Fendros was willingly approaching her to apologize. It wasn't really necessary, as she had not been offended in the first place, but she appreciated the sentiment. "You need not apologize, Fendros. As I said, you performed better than I expected. It would be unreasonable for me to think that you would adapt to all of our customs immediately. Remember, all of the challenges you are facing are something I have dealt with a few times before, such as with Janius and Ahnasha. For all her pride, even Ahnasha had the very same issue as you are now.

Ahnasha set her crate full of moon sugar down next to the rest of the bags, then approached Fendros, having heard Meesei's response. Normally, this would be the time for a quip defending the strength of her resolve, or perhaps a joke, but this was a special case. She could easily see Fendros was having a hard time, and having gone through it herself, she could definitely relate. The child she was carrying had brought her a bit closer to Fendros than the others, so she felt obligated to help if she could. She put a hand on his shoulder and looked him in the eyes. "You're not alone, Fendros. I'm always ready to talk, if you need it."

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Freeshooter92 said
Oh, I guess I've forgotten to ask, but is anyone on Xbox live? I go by freeshooter77 there, and I play borderlands 2, Mass Effect 3, World of Tanks, and Minecraft.

Yeah, I am, quite unexpectedly, EliteCommander8. I've been more on PSN recently, but I have most of those games on xbox.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Fallenreaper said
If RL doesn't rip off his free time, likely.

Well, luckily (unluckily?), both Althalus and Ssarak would be delayed in equal measure by that.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Fallenreaper said
Well, I've got Mar set up for Althalus and Ssarak. I'll let her fade for a bit until Rtron's freed up with Althalus, have Ssarak on the standby Elite! :p

Rtron will also have to finish up the thing with Uicle to free up Ssarak. I'm assuming he'll take care of those at the same time.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Meesei crossed her arms as she looked at Fendros, who was not hiding his anger well, if he was even trying to. "Be angry if you like, but that does not change that you performed well. You followed along with the pack well enough and contributed to our attack."

Meesei said nothing more to Fendros, preferring to leave him to calm down on his own. Instead she walked around camp and gathered any bag or pouch she could find and collected them near the campfire. Anything that was either directly useful to them in and of itself, or could be turned into something useful, could be placed inside. The also dragged three more bodies, including the one wearing chitin armor, next to them. While she would have liked to have taken them all, they would not be able to successfully store all of the meat they would gather from them.

Beyond what one would normally expect to find in the camp of armed travelers, Ahnasha also found a chest filled with pouches of moon sugar, while Meesei uncovered a few crates filled with bottles of skooma. Ahnasha had an interest in the moon sugar, but even she avoided skooma. The most value that they could derive from it was that it could be sold, but that was a risky venture, and not one Meesei would even want to get involved in.

"Hmm, leave the skooma here. We have no need of it, and I am not keen on selling the narcotic." Meesei said, closing the lid on the chest. Even being raised in a remote village in Black Marsh, she had seen the effects that such an addictive substance could have on people. Skooma could reduce them to shells of their former selves, if they became too obsessed, and it was not something she wanted herself or any of her pack members becoming involved in.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Meesei watched carefully as Fendros stepped up to take his share. He seemed hesitant, which was to be expected. For those raised in cities, eating other mortals was one of the more difficult things about adapting to life as a lycan. He went through with it, however, which meant it was only going to become easier from there. His beast spirit was probably the driving force behind the act, but Meesei was confident Fendros would adapt in time.

Now that they had finished their breakfast, it was time to take stock of what they could recover from these smugglers. A quick glance around seemed to suggest they had enough leather, fur, and other materials to make the cloaks they needed. Even if they did not have enough tanned leather, it would be easy enough to tear apart their bedrolls and tents to make up for the rest. Meesei transformed herself back into her Argonian form, which prompted the others to do the same.

"It took longer than I had hoped, but the take is better than I expected. There should be more than enough materials here for our purposes, and then some. Look around and see what of value they have hidden away, and if they have any weapons or armor of good enough quality to bother with. I believe the corpse over near that tent has a good set of chitin armor." Meesei suggested. She herself had no sort of skill with moving in armor, but several of her pack members did, and it was rare for them to find groups of bandits and such with any decent quality armor. Before taking a look around for herself, Meesei decided to approach Fendros, as she wanted to complement his performance...and make sure he was coping with his recent act of cannibalism.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Meesei did not much care about the wound on her shoulder. Adrenaline negated much of the pain, and it was minor enough that, with lycan regeneration being what it was, it would heal quickly. Instead, she searched around the camp with the others, making sure there were no more of the smugglers before proceeding. After walking around the camp for a minute or so, Meesei grabbed the corpse of a Dunmer woman Janius had killed and dragged it to the center of the camp. Her clothing was made of simple cloth and would not be particularly useful to them, so it did not matter if they ripped into it for their meal. Even if it was not entirely necessary, it was traditional for them to eat at least some part of their kills right after a hunt, and there was more meat on the bodies than they could carry anyway.

As usual, Meesei ate first. She ripped into the corpse's torso with her teeth and tore out her favorite organs, including the heart. She carried them off to the side for her own meal, then let the others have their take. One after another, they each came by the body in order of their rank within the pack and tore off pieces for themselves, whether it be cuts of meat, or perhaps a limb. After Sabine took her share, it was Fendros' turn to eat.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

As soon as Meesei began to charge, the others all immediately followed suit, rushing forward in full sprint. Two of the Dunmer happened to be facing the correct direction to see them approach, but their initial surprise prevented them from yelling anything more helpful than "Look out!" before they were upon them. Though it certainly would seem chaotic to the Dunmer, each member of the pack was moving with precision. Sabine was the first to reach the Dunmer, and the first to select her target. She pounced on the Dunmer male who had been arguing with the woman who snatched his skooma, catching him completely off-guard. She tackled him to the ground and began clawing at his unarmored flesh.

The woman he was arguing with jumped back in surprise and fumbled to try and draw her sword, but it was far too late for her to do anything now, as Meesei was already lunging for the kill. She pounced on her woman, her jaws latching down on the Dunmer's throat before they had even hit the ground. With one simple motion, she tore through the thickest of her arteries, causing her to lose enough blood to kill her in seconds. At the same time, four of the Dunmer had managed to draw their weapons and were moving together toward Meesei and Fendros, but what they did not notice was Lorag flanking around behind a tent to the left, while Ahnasha and Janius were rushing at them from the right. Each of them would inevitably pounce upon the closest target to them, which would leave Fendros fighting a tall, sword wielding Dunmer woman wearing a slightly worn iron chestplate with leather pants.

Meesei looked up and was about to help Fendros when she saw movement to her left. Glancing over, she spotted a confused male, this time Altmer instead of Dunmer, crawling out of the tent beside her. She jumped at him, and his response was actually rather impressive. He managed to flawlessly reach for a short blade beside him and slash at her with reasonable enough accuracy for the situation to create a gash across her left shoulder. Of course, it mattered little, because as soon as she was upon him, she stabbed two of her claws into the back of his neck and gripped tightly onto his head. Her claws severed his spinal cord, so he was already doomed, but when she ripped his head from his body, it sealed his fate.

Elder Scrolls: Terror of the Padomaic

Saarebas said
Tagorn is headed there. He can be there in your next post if you want to wright him in.

I'll mention him arriving when I write the one for Allaina.