EliteCommander

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Lorag ran straight at the mage as Janius was going for the warrior beside her. Unfortunately, she had recovered from his strike before he reached her, so she was able to have a spell waiting for him. A stream of fire engulfed Lorag's upper body for a brief moment before he was upon her. Fueled by rage, he landed a punch square in the middle of her face, pressing the strength advantage he had over her. This of course interrupted her spell and landed her on her back, but she wasn't out of the fight yet, which was something Lorag needed to rectify. Picking up the very same rock he threw before, Lorag jumped on top of the Dunmer and smashed her repeatedly in the head with it until she stopped moving. Her skull was crushed and she was very clearly dead, but the effects of her attack were still lingering. Even a brief exposure to the flames had burned Lorag severely. Luckily, he wasn't actually on fire, but he sure felt like it. The burns covered most of his upper chest and right shoulder, and were excruciatingly painful.

Ahnasha dispelled her bow and replaced it with dual daggers before slipping behind a column of stone, then cloaking herself in invisibility. The closest enemy to her was the warrior Fendros was fighting, so he was now her target. Fendros was dodging his attacks as best as he could, but the warrior was more well-armed and had the advantage. His focus, however, would end up being his downfall. After Ahnasha moved behind him, it was a simple enough matter to plunge both of her daggers into his back, then kick him forward so Fendros could finish him off.

Meesei let the Orc attack first, which he was very willing to do. He thrust his spear forward with surprising speed, to the point that Meesei was barely able to sidestep in time. She grabbed on to the weapon's haft, but it seemed as if the Orc predicted that move, as, much to her surprise, he simply let go of the spear to move into his next attack. Dashing forward, he bashed Meesei in the upper body with his shield. In addition to the dizzyingly strong blunt force, the small spiked on the shield stabbed into her flesh at multiple points, from her upper chest to the side of her face. They were not silver tipped, but the wounds were still harmful. After she was thrown off balance, the Orc punched her in the stomach, causing her to lean forward on reflex. He then smashed her once again with the shield, this time in the back, knocking her to the ground and stabbing her in multiple places with the spikes. Once on the ground, he kicked her in the ribs at full force, which forced her to curl into a ball.

A confident grin came over the Orc's face as he reached for his sword, but somehow, Meesei found the strength to lash out once more. She rolled onto her back and unleashed a storm of lighting onto her foe. The bolts shot across his body, particularly to his sword due to its conductive nature. He was forced to drop the weapon and was recoiled back long enough for Meesei to shakily bring herself to her feet. The Orc still had his shield, along with plenty of knives and two shortswords, not to mention brute strength and immense skill, but the one thing he lacked was magical ability. Even when it seemed like she had nothing left, Meesei found the energy to press on. She hit him with another lightning bolt, then a fireball that impacted his shoulder. When he tried to rush her, she let loose a wave of frost that slowed him to nothing, along with freezing some of the water in his very skin, causing intense bleeding. Meesei's spells were weak, however, and the Orc did not fall. Rather, he just grew more angry. Meesei tried to force one more spell, but she had gone far past her limit, she had no more magicka to use. She was both mentally and physically exhausted, and her disorientation provided the Orc ample opportunity to strike. He picked up his spear as he moved past it, then thrust it towards her, seemingly unhindered by his injuries. Meesei attempted to move, but her reaction speed was dulled enough that it was unsuccessful. The Orc's spear pierced straight through her abdomen and out her back, impaling her on its haft. Lorag managed to tackle the Orc to the ground not moments later and caused him to lose his grip on the weapon, but the damage was already done. Meesei slumped over the ground, her heart pounding and her breathing becoming erratic. She was still able to breathe, and she could move all of her limbs, so her spine was intact, but it was impossible for the spear to not have pierced vital organs.

Meesei coughed up blood as she watched the struggle between Lorag and the Orc. She grasped the haft of the spear weakly in her hands. The pain going through her body was immense, but it was not over yet. While she still drew breath, it was not over. She had given her pack enough time to finish off the Orc's allies, and she herself did not intend to just roll over and die.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

At Meesei's lead, the group pressed on deeper into the caves. So far, no one had been seriously wounded, and they were moving like lighting towards their prey. The caves were expansive, but they were not limitless, as they had finally reached the final chamber, where the Orc was waiting. Meesei took in as much of her environment as possible as they ran in. Much like the last chamber, it was large, with columns of stone reaching from the floor to the ceiling. This chamber had quite a few more pieces of furniture, as well as crates of supplies on the right. On the left, the stream which ran through the cave led into a pool of water. There did not seem to be any obvious exits, though that did not mean there were no hidden ones.

The Orc was on the opposite side of the chamber, but there were only four other hunters, two on either side of him. They seemed to be waiting for them, which made Meesei immediately fear a trap. There was no turning back now, however; they had to strike. The pack charged towards the Orc, putting enough space between them to limit any collateral damage from enemy attacks. Unfortunately, it did not matter in what formation they traveled, as the Orc's ambush was something they never could have expected. Giving a simple nod, the Orc commanded two of his allies, both Dunmer mages, to enact his plan. They unleashed waves of telekinesis not at the werewolves charging them, but on a collection of barrels on either side of them. The barrels broke, shattering the flasks contained within them. A strange violet gas started to fill the entire chamber. To the Orc and his allies, it did nothing, but to the lycans, its effects were immediate. They each stopped in their tracks as pain overwhelmed them. Their bodies shifted and shrunk, their bones broke and reformed. Somehow, this gas was forcing them out of their lycan forms. It was something that was not meant to be possible. Over the course of thousands of years, no one had figured out a way to force transformations one way or another, apart from simply angering a lycan until they lost control. This did nothing to their emotions, however, it simply forced them back into their normal forms, regardless of anything they did to try and resist.

Meesei brought herself back up to her feet after being forced back into her Argonian form. She could hear the Orc laughing, taunting them in a display of his arrogant pride. He grinned as he looked over the group before him. "Did you honestly expect it to be that easy? Did you not think I would have plan if you got this far? Such arrogance."

"You should have killed us when you had the chance, Orc. We are not done yet." Meesei responded, intentionally trying to draw out the dialogue to allow her pack to recover and prepare themselves. Even in their current state, they were not defenseless. Meesei and Ahnasha were just as deadly now as they always were, and Meesei had taught each of the others how to summon at least one bound weapon.

"Ha! You think I'm afraid of a naked Argonian and her unarmed friends? No, you're going to pay for the disruption you've caused here. You killed most of my men, not that it really matters. Lord Vile will send me plenty more once I give him your souls. Don't worry though, I won't kill you immediately. No, I'm going to have fun with you. Immobilize them." The Orc ordered. The mages beside him charged, then released two glowing green orbs of alteration magic: paralysis spells. Meesei was quick with her response, however, and brought up a ward large enough to intercept both. A magical green mist filled the air in front of her ward, but none of her allies were affected. The Orc practically growled in anger. "Forget it, just kill them!" He shouted.

The Dunmer mages switched from alteration to destruction, releasing two powerful streams of fire towards Meesei's allies. She expanded her barrier to an impressive size to defend her pack, but it was not an easy spell to maintain alone. Meesei fell to her knees, holding her arms out and focusing entirely on her ward.

Ahnasha returned to her senses in the middle of the Orc's last little speech. He was indeed arrogant to think he could capture them all, but killing them was still definitely possible. Meesei was protecting them all from the destruction spells, but they would need to act quickly if they were going to prevent her barrier from falling. Luckily, Ahnasha was more than ready to assist. Conjuring a bound bow, she quickly nocked, then loosed an arrow at the mage on the left, demonstrating that the ward was in fact a one-way ward. The well-aimed arrow pierced straight through his heart, leaving little to guess as to what his fate would be.

Meanwhile, Lorag did his best to conjure up a weapon, as Meesei had taught him, but he was angry. He could hardly concentrate on anything other than how much he wanted that other Orc dead. After a few tries, he gave up and picked up a sizable rock from the ground beside him. He approached the edge of the ward and tossed it with all of his might at the mage on the right. He was going for the head, but ended up hitting her in the chest. Still, it was enough to knock the wind out of her and stop her from casting her spell.

Meesei lowered her ward once the spellfire ceased, prompting her pack to attack. Ahnasha had killed one mage, but there was still the other one, two warriors, an the Orc himself. If they were going to have any hope of winning this, they would need to take out his allies, then focus on the Orc. Meesei was magically exhausted, but she would still need to find some way to hold the Orc at bay while her pack took out his allies.

"For your honor, Lord Hircine." Meesei muttered as she stood to her feet, staring down the Orc before her.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

With all six pack members working together, it was not long before they managed to pull away enough rock to form a hole in the wall large enough for them to get through, albeit one at time. Meesei crawled through first and immedaitely saw two spear wielding hunters directly in front of her. One tried to thrust his weapon towards her, but with surprising agility, Meesei leaped not at him, but to the right. She pushed off of the wall mid-air, redirecting herself towards him. She swatted his spear aside and pounced on top of him, ripping him to shreds with her claws.

The other hunter, a Breton woman, immediately tried to help her friend, but by this time, Lorag had made his way through the gap as well and jumped straight at her. She held her spear between them to try and keep him back, but after being tackled to the ground, Lorag bit the spear in half, then continued on to tear into her throat. They waited up for a moment for the others to get through, but then took off at full speed down the corridor. The caves were rather wide from that point on, with several more spacious chambers scattered throughout. After turning a corner, they began travelling alongside an underground stream, which had likely helped to form the cave system.

It was not long before they ran into a chamber that was not empty, and evidently, they had ran into it much sooner than the hunters had expected. Six of them were standing in a line similar to the shield wall they had faced before, but this time four had spears, and two only had longswords. The seventh individual, a scrawnly, young-looking Dunmer male was in front and appeared to be in the middle of setting up some type of trap. He did not complete his trap, however, as he glanced up and saw the pack of werewolves charging towards him before he could. He dropped everything he had and scrambled for the shield wall, but was far too slow to make it in time. Meesei, who was at the head of the pack, rushed up behind him and slammed him at full force into a stalagmite, shattering the rock formation, and half of his skeleton, all in one blow.

Meesei did not so much as slow down after killing the Dunmer and continued on towards the shield wall. The hunters prepared to gore her on their spears, but of course, she did not give them the opportunity. Just before she entered the range of their weapons, she ran partially up the side of a stone column that connected the ceiling and floor, then pushed off of it to leap straight over the heads of the hunters and landed safely behind them. The hunters were confused and split on which direction to face now that they were surrounded. The two on the far right tried to turn and face her, but were almost immediately pounced uponby Lorag, who had been just behind Meesei.

While Lorag was tearing into one of the hunters, Meesei crushed the head of the other he had tackled under her foot. The hunter directly beside them managed to slice Meecei while she was focused on finishing off the other, but she had managed to recoil far enough back beforehand that it only produced a minor wound across her chest. Meesei's attacker was focusing on trying to keep her back, but it would not likely matter. With four other werewolves attacking from the other side and the hunters surrounded, this engagement was going to be more of a slaughter than an actual fight. Even though they were in their home base, the hunters were out of their element. Without a well-laid trap in which to snare their prey, they were subject to the full strength and capabilities of Meesei's pack.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

I know what I am doing with Ssarak, as long as Leon isn't too busy.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

You were just waiting to make that joke in the operation with Lucilia, weren't you?

Elder Scrolls: Terror of the Padomaic

Thankfully for Sharee, it seemed like all of the crew she was expecting had arrived on time. The sun was yet to rise over the horizon, which would help to mask their approach. According to Kilith, there had been one potential recruit, a Breton sailor with a skooma problem, who had been spotted making his way over to the guards' headquarters, likely to rat them out in hopes of a reward. Kilith's people dealt with him before he could talk, however, so it seemed that Sharee had nothing more to worry about other than the attack itself.

Once everyone had arrived, Sharee took a position on the same rock as she had during the meeting a few days prior, which captured everyone's attention much more quickly than last time. "Good to see everyone knows to listen when I speak now. Alright, this is it. I hope you've all finished your preparations, because we're doing this now. Across that harbor is our quarry, just waiting to be taken. I've spent the past few days preparing my plan. It's a simple one, but it can still go wrong if you mess up, so pay attention. We will be splitting up into two teams. One team will contain all of our noncombatants. You will go to the docks and make yourself inconspicuous until it is time for you to board the ship. Also in this team will be anyone who cannot swim, or is wearing armor too heavy to float. Once the fighting starts, you all will hold by the entry ramp to the ship and prevent any guards from getting on or East Empire Company sailors from getting off the ship. You'll also protect the non-combatants while they board. The other group will be made up of everyone else, including myself. We will be boarding the ship from the water on the other side. If you all look on the ground in front of me, you will see a sizable bag. Inside are enough waterbreathing potions for all the non-Argonians in the boarding team. I would like everyone who needs one to come get one potion now." Sharee ordered, keeping an eye on the bag to make sure no one grabbed more than their fair share.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

"I will need to take a closer look at it later, but for now, we need to get moving." Meesei said, glancing over to the exit. "We do not need to give that Orc any more time to prepare. We also cannot discount the possibility that he has an alternative exit to escape through. If you do not think you can fight effectively in this state, then stay in the back and use spells, or take on your wolf form." She advised Shifting into his lycan form would not rid him of his injury, but their regenerative properties were more pronounced in their wolf forms.

Without another moment of hesitation, Meesei led on deeper into the caves. Lorag and Sabine took the lead along with her, though it was not long before the relatively narrow passage widened into one they could all potentially stand side by side in. After a short distance, the group turned a corner and was surprised to see the Orc himself standing just down the corridor. It seemed too easy, which, unfortunately, meant it was. They started to rush forward, but just as Meesei began charging a fireball, the Orc scowled at her, then swiped his spear to the side against a nearby wall, severing a rope that activated a mechanism in the ceiling. Suddenly, there was a loud rumbling and what appeared to be a wooden section of roof between a few support columns broke away as large rocks came cascading down between them. Meesei's fireball harmlessly exploded on the falling rocks, and they all had to scramble back in order to avoid being crushed. After the dust settled, Meesei saw that the pile of large rocks extended all the way to the roof and filled the width of the corridor, blocking their path.

Meesei walked up to the newly formed wall of rock and looked it over for any gaps they could exploit, but sadly finding none. She turned back to the others, realizing that their situation had become more desperate. "We need to get through these rocks, and quickly. There have been no alternative paths so far, so the only way he would barricade himself in like this is if he has another escape."

Not moments after Meesei finished speaking, Sabine approached the rock wall, let out a low growl, and began to pull away the rocks one by one. It would take far too long for her to make a gap alone, but alone she was not.

"Sabine has the right idea. If we all work together on this, we should be able to create a gap large enough to squeeze through quick enough that he won't be able to escape. Let us show this Orc why it is unwise to challenge a pack of lycans to a test of strength." Meesei said. She tossed her pouches and clothing aside, then began her own transformation. When she was finished, she joined Sabine in tearing down the wall of rock. One after another, the others joined, further speeding up the process. Each individual stone was rather sizable and heavy, but for a lycan, it was like throwing pebbles.

Elder Scrolls: Terror of the Padomaic

I think I'll start writing my next post soon. I think everyone has said they have arrived. You should be able to join in at any point, deathstroke.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Meesei rushed up the ramp to the top of the ledge once she saw that Janius was injured. The arrow had hit in a similar position as the dagger had to Lorag, in a gap in his armor. Lorag downed his healing potion, then ran up the ramp as well.

"Fendros, restock your arrows. Lorag, Sabine, guard the exit, I'll take care of this." Meesei said, kneeling down next to Janius. Usually with arrow wounds, it was best to leave the arrow be until it could be removed properly and carefully, but with silver arrows, that was not the case. Pulling it out quickly would cause less damage than leaving it in. Reaching into her satchel, she quickly pulled the health potion Sabine had given her and handed it to him.

"Here, drink this. It will serve as a painkiller." Meesei said as she grabbed the arrow. Without wasting a moment, she yanked the arrow from his flesh to prevent him from dreading the pain. He could not help but to yell out from the sudden burst of pain, but Meesei worked quickly to numb the area. Silver wounds were inherently more difficult to heal for lycans than any other, and since the wound was a bit deeper than Sabine's, it would take a bit longer for her to stop the bleeding.

Elder Scrolls: Terror of the Padomaic

DeathstrokeSW said
Is this stil open?If so, can I be an Orsimer that was trained by the Dark Brotherhood/A tank style assassin?

Certainly. At the time this is taking place, the Dark Brotherhood has (almost) been destroyed, but it was more of a recent thing, so your character could have been one of the assassins that survived its downfall, as was mine.

At the present point in the story, we are just about to seize our ship, so there won't be a chance to recruit new crew members for quite some time. However, we currently have an undefined number of unnamed recruits for the job. You could say that your character is simply one of the people Sharee's thieves guild contact recruited. Essentially, you would just say your character is already a part of the crew.