EliteCommander

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Ssarak Dyreackthanose

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Ssarak did not see Satori approach from the shadows, though with his current lack of attentiveness, she probably could have walked up straight from in front of him and he would not have noticed. She seemed to have witnessed the fight, which was comforting, as it meant the pair had not been in as much danger as he suspected. Still, he did not regret his actions, as he acted with all of the information he had available at the time. He simply wished his intervention had not been so exhausting. He had the feeling that Satori was likely reading through his mind at the moment, but that was something he would probably have to accept as always being the case. He would never be able to hide anything from her, so he would simply have to endeavor to never do anything worth hiding.

"Of course, ma'am." Ssarak responded, pushing himself off of the column to stand, a bit shakily, by himself. "Although...I am afraid I may not be able to use any more magic today. I exhausted myself with that intervention."

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Rtron said
Who said it'd be done willingly? Althalus may be visiting Ssarak with a bottle and a request soon...

I'm wondering if anyone who comes into contact with the gas will immediately get the same...cravings as Althalus and Mar. If so, that would be...interesting in combat.

Elder Scrolls: Terror of the Padomaic

Allaina had little she could do, as the plan seemed to be working fine. The Khajiit Kayal had tricked were causing trouble all over. Meanwhile, she was hidden away, watching Tagorn just as Sharee had told her to. She was hidden in a bush in a small alley, watching as he climbed in through a window into the prison. From her angle, she could see when Sharee left through the front door of the prison, but she stayed where she was and waited for Tagorn to emerge from the window. Eventually he crawled out of the window carrying a large sack, and he seemed to be heading in the right direction. It didn't look like he was going to run away with all of Sarel's things...hopefully. Sharee told her not to confront him if he did, so she supposed just making a note of which direction he went would be enough, if he did end up betraying them.

With nothing left for her to do, she moved on to her next task and returned to the inn. She went back up to their room and started collecting the things Sharee had asked for, such as her clothes, alchemy, supplies, and the potions she had left out. Most of the things she remembered her mentioning were left out on the table, but she was still worried about missing something. Sharee said she trusted her, so she didn't want to disappoint. After packing everything she could find into a backpack, she put it on, then left the inn once more. With all the chaos in the city, and the fact that she didn't know her way around still, she just ran for the only exit she knew of to leave the city, which meant she had to walk around outside the walls for a while before she found the water. From there, it was easy enough just to follow along the shore until she found Sharee.

As she approached, Allaina saw that Tagorn had actually arrived, so he must not have betrayed them. The moment she saw Allaina, Sharee stood up and approached her with a smile on her face, which in turn made Allaina feel proud of her work. "Ah, there you are, and it looks like you have my things. As comfortable as it is, I don't think I want to meet my potential new crew in my underwear. It doesn't exactly give off the most commanding first impression." Sharee said, taking the backpack from Allaina. "Come on Sarel, let's get you disguised so you can go get your stuff."

Elder Scrolls: Terror of the Padomaic

The New Yorker said
Do you want to start working in the PM's Commander?

I don't think there is any need to do any sort of collaboration on the next part. I'm about to write up a post bringing Allaina and Tagorn to the meeting place right now, so Sarabaas will be there as well. At that point, Sharee can get to disguising your character.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

The pack did not stay long in the cave the next day. After some final preparations on the meat they had gathered, they set out to the northeast. Their packs were heavier than when they had arrived, but more supplies meant they could travel farther without stopping. In fact, they went for days without having to stop and hunt again. The cloaks they made also proved to be useful. While most of the pack did not wear them all the time, as soon as an ashstorm picked up, they would dawn their cloaks and press on, instead of waiting until it passed. Of course, it was by no means easy. They had maps of the island, but navigation proved to be difficult when they could only see a few feet in front of them.

The group passed through the heart of the island, across the northern part of the Molag Amur region, just south of the Red Mountain. They avoided lava flows and followed foyadas through the mountainous ashlands, at which point the rate of ashstorms only increased. Fortunately, there was no shortage of caves in the mountainsides for them to take cover in, though they were not always uninhabited. They never came across any people hiding within the caves, but there were a few times they had to deal with not-so-docile creatures. At one point, they ended up in a Kwama cave. The warriors and foragers gave them trouble, so they were forced to kill them, but the rest of the Kwama gave them no trouble, apart from being horrendous to look at. They restocked their food supplies with kwama eggs, then continued on to the northeast the next day.

It took just over a week for them to finally get out of the ashlands and once again into the rolling green hills and mushroom forests of Vvardenfell's northeastern section. Since the wind rarely ever carried ashstorms into this part of the island, they were able to keep up a much better pace. After another day of travel, they were finally within sight of Vos. Originally a Telvanni settlement, it had been taken over by House Redoran during the rebuilding. The mushroom tower that once stood at its center had died long ago, but many of the original Imperial-styles walls and fortifications still stood .Inside the walls were buildings of more traditional Dunmer styles.

In order to track this Orc, they would inevitably need to go into the city. This would not be as simple as following a scent; they would need to investigate without drawing attention to themselves. The clothes they had originally purchased back on the mainland were in Dunmer styles, so they would not stand out immediately, but it would still be best for Fendros to be the one to interact with most of the locals. His accent would instantly give him away as being an outlander, but he was still Dunmer, which would help.

The sun was setting over the horizon, so they made camp on a hill outside the city. They would be beginning their investigation the next day, but for now, there was little else they could do but wait. Most of their diet now consisted of Kwama eggs, as they had finished off the last of their meat the previous day. Ahnasha had been conservative with her moon sugar, so she still had plenty remaining, not that it mattered to her at the moment. Right now, she was just at the edge of camp behind a tall mushroom tree, vomiting from the nausea she felt. Her symptoms were not as bad as she had led herself to believe they would be; it was not as if she was constantly incapacitated from sickness, but there were times, such as now, where she felt particularly terrible. Sabine had given her a potion to help alleviate her symptoms, but it had not yet taken effect.

Elder Scrolls: Terror of the Padomaic

I'll definitely post Allaina arriving, and mention Tagorn arriving as well today. I prefer not to puppet people's characters if I can avoid it, but I'll move us to the meeting if it goes for too long. I also recognize that it is the weekend, and people rarely post on the weekend, for some reason. I'd like to give the benefit of the doubt there. There are also two people I sent messages to that I am awaiting a response from. If they are no longer interested, then I'll need to reopen the interest check and get a few new people before the attack on the ship. And remember, you can post your character arriving at the meeting point if you wish, so you will not have to wait.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Ssarak Dyreackthanose

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Ssarak leaned himself up against a nearby column, letting the head of his axe rest on the ground while he held lightly onto the end of its handle. He closed his eyes a moment and let out a deep breath, though he could already feel that he was about to get a headache. A good deal of fatigue came over him, though it was nothing some rest, and maybe a meal or two, could not fix. He was proud of his actions, however. For once in his life, he was saving lives instead of taking them.

"Psychomancy can have many effects, not all of which are harmful. I would rather save a life than to take one." Ssarak said, opening his eyes to look at the Forest Elf. "As an Esyire, I can project the essence of my blood into a sort of breath attack. For other bloods, that might be fire, or lightning, or even shards of rock. For psychomancy, the effect is not quite so directly harmful. Mine in particular has a calming effect on the victim, along with other effects one would commonly associate with various types of drugs. It was, however, exhausting."

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

I think I'm going to go to bed for the night. You can post going to the next day if you like, or I can do it later. Your choice. After that, I'll probably do a time skip that will take us most of the way to our destination, if that is alright.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

"Hmm, I could do with some dinner. Something raw, as usual." Ahnasha said, smiling as she embraced the idea of someone serving her needs. It would be nice to have someone helping her, as there was a lot she would need to start thinking about soon enough. After dealing with this Orc werwolf hunter, it would probably be best for her to stay out of danger. Between her lycan regeneration and Meesei's healing capabilities, she could reasonably be expected to survive some rather terrible wounds, but the same was not true for her child. It would probably also be helpful for her to start varying her diet beyond just meat. Perhaps using moon sugar as a spice would help to make that more bearable.

"I'm just hoping to reach this Orc before it gets too bad. I'm glad I can shift safely into my werewolf form while in this state, else I probably wouldn't be nearly as helpful in the coming hunt." She commented.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

"Nothing yet, but it won't be long. It will be months before it becomes visually obvious, but there are some..unpleasant symptoms that will happen a bit earlier. I think I'm ready to deal with it, though, at least I hope so. Runt said she could make potions to alleviate some of my symptoms, as long as she has the spare ingredients. I'll probably have to deal with things like, nausea and vomiting...and fatigue, headaches, nosebleeds, soreness, abdominal pain...you know, all the fun stuff." Ahnasha said, giving him a pat on the back and another laugh. "Don't worry, as long as you dedicate yourself to serving my every whim, I probably won't get upset with you. Probably. Mood swings are also pretty common, according to Meesei."

Ahnasha still didn't blame Fendros for what happened, though she was a bit worried about how she might feel in the future. With all the symptoms she had just described, she realized she might not be in her right mind at all times soon enough.