EliteCommander

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

"Good, now step away from your belongings." Meesei said, looking around for a moment before pointing to a rock that was far enough away from anything dangerous. "Take a seat on that rock, then you can begin to explain yourself." She ordered before turning her attention to her friends. "You may lower your weapons, but be ready to attack if she tries anything."

The Breton obeyed and took her seat. The group circled around her, with Meesei moving to stand beside Sabine directly in front of the woman. Only Lorag remained where he was, though he was certainly paying close attention to what was going on. Meesei's movements were slow, and she stumbled on the way over. As much as she wished she could hide it, her weakened condition was obvious. Her body was in no state for any sort of strenuous activity, though her mind was perfectly healthy. "There are many lycans in Tamriel, so the odds of your sister being among them were slim, though I suppose it did happen. Perhaps fate is playing some role here, though to what end, we shall see. Sabine has told me of what you did to her. Locking her in a cage like an animal and torturing both her and her beast spirit in some attempt to rid her of her blessing. You scarred her in ways that are yet to heal, and indeed may never heal. What explanation do you have for the pain you wrought?"

Elder Scrolls: Terror of the Padomaic

Sharee waited and watched as each crew member came up and collected a potion from the bag. They all seemed to be following directions, which was nice. She saw one Nord in heavy armor stroll up and was about to reprimand him for not listening when he spoke up, indicating he was not approaching for a potion.

"Most of these East Empire sailors are soldiers as well. They'll be armed, and probably fighting us. If any of them are trying to get off the boat, it will probably be to retreat and regroup. Armed or not, you should kill them; we don't need to take any chances on this one." Sharee explained, her voice displaying no sympathy. Normally, she wouldn't care if the regular sailors got away, but the fact that there would be so many soldiers on board meant that it could be hard to tell which of them were dangerous or not, so the only logical choice, in her mind, was to simply kill them all. It wasn't as if she would lose any sleep over it.

Elder Scrolls: Terror of the Padomaic

The attack is just about to start. I'm just awaiting posts from people.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Meesei continued to scowl at the Breton, not entirely convinced by her words. She recognized that she could be truthful, but she wasn't just going to believe her words immediately. "You could be telling the truth...or you could be lying. One will say anything when on the verge of death. For now, I will not kill you. We can talk about this to get to the root of the situation, but I do not trust you. Sabine told me what you are capable of. Alchemy, magic, all dangerous tools. How do I know you still do not intend us harm? I cannot confiscate your magic, but I want you to disarm everything else. Weapons, pouches, bags, your robes, anything you have that could hide something threatening, I want you to take it and put it on the ground in front of you. Slowly, and carefully."

Meesei looked over to the collection of the hunters' supplies to her left across the room and spotted what she was looking for: an old, worn robe sitting atop a barrel. She reached out her hand and, with a bit of alteration magic, telekinetically grabbed the robe and pulled it towards them, dropping it in front of the Breton. "If you care about your modesty, you may wear that. Just do not attempt any trick or sleight of hand to hide anything dangerous. I am watching you, and I will know if you attempt any magic." She warned.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

"Sabine, hold!" Meesei commanded as soon as she figured out what was going on. Even if Sabine didn't want to listen, her beast would bow to the commands of its Alpha. Meesei brought herself up from her bedroll, shakily standing to her feet. She still wore only the bandages which covered her wound, but she had made great progress since that morning. Her lycan regeneration had been negated by the silver wounds, but between her Argonian regeneration, Sabine's alchemy, and her own magic, her condition had improved enough that she was not in immediate danger of dying. She could still barely move around, but standing was within her capabilities. The others had awoken immediately as well, and each had about the same reaction. Ahnasha, now in her recently-cleaned clothing, had her bound bow aimed squarely at the intruder, Fendros and Janius threatened her with sword and axe, respectively. Lorag could not stand on his leg, and he had no ranged weapons, but he was able to pick up another rock.

Meesei glared at the Breton, her resemblance to Sabine leaving little question as to who she was. "You, Breton, drop anything you are holding and stand perfectly still. If you try to go anywhere, you will die. If your hands make a move for anything you will die. If I feel the faintest hint of magicka swell up within you, I will give the order, and you will die. Disobey any of these commands, and my companions will not hesitate to kill you." Meesei threatened. In addition, she charged a spell of detect life in her hand, just to make sure there were no more surprises.

"Now, you decided to sneak into this cave unannounced, assault my friend with magic, then surprised Sabine, who you have already tortured so thoroughly. Give me one good reason why you should not be dead. You have permission to speak." Meesei said, her tone commanding.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

After we conclude all of our business in Vos, I would like the next major timeskip to be a significant one of a few months, though that probably won't be for a while.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Lucius Cypher said
A big dinner followed by a big fight. You know, usual stuff that happens when you get two equally matched nations trying to out dick each other, and a bunch of smaller interests trying to show their balls off. Dress your best!

When is this happening? (actual time). I want to make sure to have the collab done by then.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Leon responded in our collab, so I'm no longer in limbo. I am curious about what big event is going to happen, though.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Ahnasha chuckled. "That might be more likely than you think. Multiple births are common among Khajiit, though...I don't know if that holds true with a Dunmer for a father, considering how few children you have. I suppose we will just have to wait and see. In the meantime, I think I'll just be happy enjoying your...company." She said, leaning over and giving him a kiss. She had been in the water long enough that she had been able to wash the blood from her fur, and while it was quite relaxing, she had other plans in mind. Standing up, she climbed out of the pool. While she could have easily got out without disturbing Fendros, she decided to intentionally climb over him. Once out of the water, she looked back down at him. "One of the few disadvantages of fur is that it takes forever to dry. I think I am going to go up to the surface and find a nice secluded spot to dry in the sun. All alone. Away from anyone else. Now, if you were to come up after me, well, I wouldn't complain." She said with a wink before walking away.

Meesei wanted to get up to go comfort Sabine, but she really didn't need to take any chances with her wounds. While Hircine seemed to think she would recover, she wasn't about to tempt fate. "I'll not make you relive any more old memories, Sabine. You can go work on your potions if you like, or just take some time for yourself. Myself and Lorag will be fine for now."

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Alright. I'll leave it up to you to timeskip after my next one, if you wish.