EliteCommander

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Freeshooter92 said
He knows as follows: Ssarak, criminal charges, brought to justice, and the goons look like... well, goons. He has no context and is merely advising any other guards to keep an eye on them.

It doesn't matter to me what he knows, I didn't have an issue with anyone overhearing. I was just wanting to point out she didn't have her guards with her. Sorry for confusion.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

By alone, I meant she didn't have her guards with her.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Leon messaged me back saying he would have a bit of free time today to post so...fingers crossed. Around when do you think everything will go crazy? If he doesn't respond, I'll finish it off myself before that happens.

Also, Free, just wanted to mention that Dirssi was alone when she spoke to Lucilia.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

It is rather late tonight, an I do have class tomorrow, but after that, I could finish it up.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

I'm going to have to figure out a solution for this situation soon. Maybe Leon will let me just finish off the collab, since we are so close?

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Lorag rolled his eyes. "Oh, fine, but only 'cause you asked nicely." He said, picking up his loincloth and tying it back around his waist before taking a seat once more by the fire.

Ahnasha was just as depressed as Fendros seemed to be. She had hoped Meesei would be able to provide some solution to their problem, but had to admit that idea was a bit optimistic. Meesei had never delved into the dark arts and never intended to. Why would she have any sort of in-depth knowledge on necromantic rituals? Still, the fact that their questions had gone unresolved soured her mood even below what it was before. There was still the hope that this witches' coven might hold a tome or something else that was useful, but otherwise, only time would tell if they would be able to find a way to extend her life. Shortly after Fendros left, Ahnasha followed and laid down beside him. Her fur was still a bit moist from their bath before, but she doubted he would mind. She wrapped her arms around him and closed her eyes. Despite the fears racing through her mind, she said nothing and instead just tried to focus on Fendros' warmth. Maybe she would never find a way to match Fendros' lifespan. Maybe she would die while Fendros was still young, and he would have to wait hundreds of years to see her again. Or maybe he would cut his own life short. Maybe those things would happen, but at least she was with him now, and that was all that mattered for the moment.

Meesei returned to the campfire to see Ariel quite obviously embarrassed, with Janius leaning over her. She sighed and glanced over to Lorag. "Do I even need to ask?"

"Probably not." Lorag answered, taking a drink from his mug. "Anyway, back to the game. Alpha, can I turn that bonewalker into my personal servant when you're not using it?"

Meesei chuckled as she picked up the mug she left behind and looked it over. "You know, I don't know what the point of me playing is when this drink cannot actually intoxicate me, but...why not? Sure Lorag, you can use it." She said before taking a drink, then looking over to Ariel. "Ariel, are you alright?"

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Lorag gave a hardy, obviously intentional laugh just so he could drink. He stood to his feet, careful not to put too much weight on his knee, then pulled on one of the leather bindings on hie loincloth to let it fall to the ground. Given how long he had been a werewolf, he could scarcely even remember what it was like to live with the societal norms of his former culture. Still, he grinned, knowing his actions would throw her off-guard. Normally, he probably wouldn't have decided to mess with her in such a way just to distract her enough that she would have to drink, but his alcohol-influenced mind seemed to think it was a good idea. "Yeah, we're not like those judgmental city dwellers, why wouldn't I? Do you, Ariel?"

Ahnasha lowered her head, obviously conflicted. "I...I don't know. I really, really want this magic. I want to live for hundreds of years with you. I want to avoid the pain of being trapped away from Tamriel without you, just as I know you don't want to live without me. I want to find a solution for this, but...I just don't know.

Meesei was not particularly thrilled with Fendros' suggestion, but again, she could not blame him for wanting it. She just hoped to be able to dissuade him. "Think about what you are asking, Fendros. Our successes are because we approached this situation with thought and care, as well as our skill. Groups that possess this knowledge are usually very dangerous. As I said, necromancy is a powerful tool. There are also many guilds and magical schools scattered across Tamriel, but they usually guard that knowledge from the public, and with good reason. Even if we do find one of these organizations, would you really want to risk both yours and Ahnasha's life over it? Would extended life really be worth the potential to lose that life even sooner? It is possible this witches coven may possess this knowledge, but if it does not, I would not recommend seeking out such dangers."

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

"No. Janius, could you possibly believe my favorite color could be anything but green?" Lorag responded immediately, his tone just the same as when Janius replied to Ariel's question.

Meesei's attention was now on Fendros, though she did not respond immediately. She did not like the path her fellow pack members seemed intent to walk, but she could not fault them for wanting to pursue it. Meesei knew well that Ahnasha did not fear death, and that she even anticipated her fate in the Hunting Grounds, but arriving there a few hundred years before Fendros would be difficult for either of them to bear. Meesei wanted to help, and she knew more about the subject than either of them, but that meant she understood its dangers even more clearly. "Those resources do exist, but it would not be easy for us to obtain them. No bookseller would carry such a tome, and those with necromantic knowledge are not often friendly. There exist organizations of mages who certainly have this knowledge, but I do not know of any who would share it with outsiders. The wizard lords of House Telvanni are legendary for their magical knowledge, but again, they are not welcoming to outlanders, even Dunmer outlanders. To find the information you seek, you would have to locate an organization that deals in such 'forbidden' magic. They would certainly have books on the subject, but it is not likely that they would be willing to part with them."

Elder Scrolls: Terror of the Padomaic

I was actually just about to ask the same thing. I am awaiting posts from anyone at this point. I have been particularly busy this week, so I suppose I was too distracted to ask everyone about this, but that won't stop me from posting if it picks up once more.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

"Yes." Lorag answered immediately, simultaneously demonstrating the fact by bending his knee. It did not feel as if it was completely healed, but the magic and potions had brought him a long way. "Ariel, have you ever seen anyone as physically impressive as the Orc before you?" He asked with an arrogant grin. His question seemed motivated by pure pride, and that was mostly the case, but deeper down, there was a bit of worry in his words. Being that he was in his thirties, he wasn't as young as he used to be. He still had plenty of years left in his life, of course, but the number of years he had to be in his prime were dwindling. More traditional Orcs would go off to get themselves killed before their bodies started to wither. Lorag had no intention of essentially committing suicide, but the idea of losing his edge as a warrior was not particularly appealing.

Meesei understood Fendros' fears, as she shared many of them. "And I wish I could explain more clearly, but I do not understand the process myself. I know it involves souls, and I know it involves necromantic knowledge, but it would take years of study to begin to understand it. Magic, all magic, is a tool, and like all tools, it is only as good or evil as the wielder. However, some magic lends itself to evil much more easily than others. Necromancy is a powerful, powerful tool. There is a reason that the strongest, most feared mages in history have been necromancers. To adopt necromancy without corrupting one's own mind with a lust for power requires a strong mind and an iron will. Is that something you believe you can handle, Ahnasha?"

Ahnasha lowered her head, then closed her eyes and rubbed her hands down her face. "I...I don't know. Maybe? I just..." Ahnasha sighed, removing her hands from her face and looking to Meesei with a hint of tears in her eyes. "Maybe I shouldn't. Maybe...maybe there's some other way we don't know about? I don't want to give up on this, but we have time, at least. Either way...there is something else I would like to do. I want to know more about conjuration, about summoning. It seems like it would be useful for someone in my condition, especially in a few months. If I'm ever in danger, I could just summon something and run away, instead of endangering our child. I probably wouldn't do it for every threat, but it would be nice to have that option."

Meesei eyed Ahnasha suspiciously for a moment before answering. "Very well, I can do that. I am by no means an expert in conjuration, but I can teach you basic summoning techniques. I am glad you are thinking about the safety of your child, at least."