EliteCommander

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Before splitting up, Meesei gave one of the two enchanted bone necklaces to Lorag, though she doubted they would need to use them yet. As she was walking through the street, she pulled the necklace from her satchel and grasped it tightly in her hand to test it. The enchantment she placed on it bound it to the other necklace, allowing them to be used to locate one another. When concentrating, the enchantment would give her a strong sense of which direction to go to find the other necklace. As long as Lorag had his necklace, she could be guaranteed she would be able to find him. That would not help her locate the others, but since the rival pack would need to meet back together again before leaving the city, she was fairly certain they would be able to reunite with ease.

Ahnasha found herself in the city's wealthy district, tracking the Cathay-raht Khajiit she had saw earlier. It was fortunate that she was the one to locate this particular lycan, as he would have an even stronger sense of smell than most others. Her illusion magic allowed her to mask her scent, though she relied on more traditional methods of concealment to remain hidden, in order to avoid magically exhausting herself. She was not quite sure where this Khajiit was going, and by the looks of him, neither did he. By the way he was acting, it seemed as if he either did not know what he was looking for, or he knew, but did not know where exactly it was.

Meanwhile, Meesei managed to spot the Altmer Ahnasha had described. Just as Ahnasha, she too was able to use illusion to suppress her scent, so she did not need to worry about wind direction or using crowds to her advantage, which was fortunate, as the Altmer led her straight back into the city slums. She remained out of sight, using invisibility when necessary, or visual cover. She was able to avoid detectrion from the Altmer, but unfotunately, there were others who took notice of her. As she was waiting around a corner from the Altmer listening to him to make a move, three Dunmer men approached her from the other side. They smelled of sujamma and matze and walked together with looks of anger and disgust on their face.

"What's this lizard doin' in our part of town?" One of the men said, his voice slurred. He stopped in front of her, with the other two moving to surround her.

"More like what's this lizard doin' in our town at all. You're a long way from your swamp, tree-licker. Why don't you just head on back?" Another added.

"No, no, I think she should stay right here." The last one commented, lifting his shirt over his belt to reveal the iror dagger he had hidden underneath. "There's a lot we can do with our own lizard."

Meesei maintained a perfectly calm composure, but anger was growing within her, not because of the ignorant comments of a group of drunken fools, but because they were keeping her from her target. Right now, the Altmer was either getting away from her, or being attracted to the commotion. Either option would not be good. She needed to settle this, quickly. "I will warn you that you are making a mistake. Just. Walk. Away." Meesei said, her tone forceful.

The drunken group laughed, while the Dunmer to her right drew his dagger before turning his expression to a glare and waving the weapon slowly in front of her threateningly. "Oh, the lizard thinks its tough? Make us."

Meesei sighed, shaking her head slightly. "Very well."

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

WitchChild said
There done. Really did not know who else to approach.Also, anyone want to establish some previous encounters with Haklo the last months?

Given that they are both Psychomancers, Haklo and Ssarak likely would know one another.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Hmm, I had originally intended for them all to track the rival pack through the city, then break off to meet back at camp, but we could say Lorag got lucky enough to witness a meeting while they were separated. That would eliminate the need to split up, as the rival pack would all be traveling together to their destination, and we could shadow them.

Also, I don't think I'll be able to respond right now. I need to go to bed. Goodnight.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

We can timeskip soon, if you like.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Meesei crossed her arms, obviously deep in thought, though she did not seem surprised. She would have liked to see this apothecary herself, but she would need to take Janius' word on their resemblance. Meesei had a hard enough time distinguishing the facial features of non-Argonians to identify them visually; so she did not expect to be able to tell the subtle differences between any two humans. "I had suspected there was more to it than Sabine was suggesting. It troubles me that she would not be honest with her alpha, and I intend to confront her about it, but we should not worry about it right now. When we return to camp to collect Sabine, I want no one to mention this, not until after we deal with the Orc. We cannot afford any distractions on this hunt. Afterwards, however, I intend to have a talk with her. I would like you to be present, Janius, as you were the one who met her."

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Ahnasha nodded. "There is, but I can't say I know a great deal about it. My parents were more Imperial in culture, if you recall. They followed the Eight, or Nine in my parents' case. I know the Khajiit pantheon, of course. They're almost the same as the Imperial pantheon, really. Some think they might be different manifestations of the same entities. Gods can do that sort of thing, I guess. There is a different story for how they were all create, of course, but they still bear their similarities. Alkosh, Azurah, Baan Dar, Khenarthi, Jode, Jone, Lorkhaj, Mara, Merrunz, Rajhin, Riddle'thar, S'rendarr, Sheggorath. There are some in common. I particularly like the one comparable to Mehrunes Dagon, Merrunz. In Ta'agra, it means 'kitten'. Fitting, if you think about it."

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Ah, see now you're asking questions I don't know the answer to. Luckily, Ahnasha's background makes the answer easy.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Meesei's lowered her head slightly, her expression growing a bit more sorrowful. His question was something she had been trying to find a definite answer to for years, but as all things in dealing with the divine, definites were a rarity. "I wish I could tell you I knew for sure, but apart from communing with an Argonian in the Hunting Grounds, I do not believe there is a way to know. I would like to think that Hircine's claim over my soul is stronger than that of the Hist. My interactions with Hircine so far would seem to indicate so, but I have never received a definite answer. Perhaps if I were to return to Black Marsh and commune with the Hist once more, I could receive my answer, but I do not know if I will ever be able to make such a pilgrimage. My duties to Hircine and my pack are far more important than my own fears."

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Meesei chuckled. "You ask a harder question than I believe you realize. To explain what exactly the Hist are in words is difficult, if not impossible, at least in this tongue. To truly understand them, you would need to commune with them directly, to join your mind with theirs. As shaman of a tribe, I have performed that ritual before. I will give the best explanation I can, however. They are neither Aedra nor Daedra, just as Sithis is neither of those things.They were the first living things on Nirn after if was formed by the Aedra, but they are so much more than simply old trees. I may not worship the Hist anymore, but I can still respect them. The grain of truth in your father's story is that the Hist are akin to a hive mind, in a sense. They are all separate, but all connected as well, both metaphorically, and physically by their roots. Before hatching, Argonian eggs in Black Marsh are lain near the Hist in what are called hatching pools. They are allowed to take in the Hist's sap, which binds the Argonian to the Hist's mind. Argonians can be hatched away from the Hist's influence, but they will not be bound in the same way. In most cases, upon an Argonian's death, their soul is returned to the Hist to be reborn. The Hist retain the collective memories of all Argonian souls to ever flow in the rivers of their mind. Their wisdom is nothing short of godlike...though like most gods, they hardly ever give direct answers. Even when they recalled Argonians to Black Marsh before the Oblivion Crisis, they did not give a reason, they simply acted. One cannot argue the results, however."

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Meesei had completed her enchantment and had taken interest in Fendros and Ahnasha's conversation, as it was of something she had a great deal of knowledge about. She discarded the now-destroyed soul gem fragments and packed away the enchanted necklaces, then approached the pair sitting by the building.

"I believe I may be able to answer that question better than Ahnasha." Meesei said, taking a seat in front of them. "The short answer would be: yes and no. I know, aspects of the Hist are rarely simple enough to be explained briefly. In the instance of the magic I believe you are referring to, the Hist did not grant that knowledge to me. I had to learn it just as any other mage would. These old ways of using magic, however, are traditions passed down through many generations. Our connections with the Hist give us a different way of seeing the world than that of other races. It allowed the earliest of my kind insight into the forces that shape the world which they would not have otherwise seen. They used that insight to study and discover aspects of magic which they then passed down, eventually to me. Argonians are not the only group with unique knowledge, of course. Any group with strong traditions and any manner of isolation can harbor unique forms of magic. The Psijic monks are the best example I can think of. The HIst are helpful for keeping such traditions alive, however. Their relationship to Argonians is often hard to understand from an outside perspective, as your father's beliefs would demonstrate. They sound like rumors that were corrupted through generations of retelling."