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The Elder Scrolls: Fruits of Contention - Chapter 1 (Completed)

Sagax will sit and listen respectfully to whatever Vurwe has to say. He's a nice dude like that.

The Elder Scrolls: Fruits of Contention - Chapter 1 (Completed)

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Thank God for healing potions, am I right?

@Peik

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The Elder Scrolls: Fruits of Contention - Chapter 1 (Completed)

Sagax flinched slightly when his argonian friend shook him awake, having fallen into a slight stupor after realizing that the man he tried to carry to safety had died before even getting to the shore. "Yeah. Yeah, gotta get going..." He slowly rose to his feet, still somewhat winded from his escapade, and readjusted his hood which had become lopsided during the skirmish moments before. He glanced back down at his deceased comrade, and noticed he carried the distinct figure of a nord warrior, with the weathered face of a man who had seen years of war. Sagax admittedly did not know the intricacies of it all, but he still knew the basics of nordic beliefs. He shortly prayed two prayers: to Arkay for his comrade's peaceful rest, and one wishing him honorable entry to Sovngarde, which Sagax understood to be the great hall of heroes that those nords who prove their mettle pass on to when they die. He wanted to give the man a proper burial, but he knew that there was no time for such a thing. He hoped that the dead would be given their rites after the battle ahead.

Sagax carried on, walking straight-backed along the side of the ram, slightly closer than before. He recognized his previous cowardice, and sought to make up for it by sticking close to the main force nearest the siege weapon. He still held on tightly to the hilt of his blade, but he was much more focused, breathing as calmly as possible. Sagax was still nervous, of course, but he wasn't letting it get the better of him. He simply kept marching with the rest of the group when unlucky mercenaries got caught by Forsworn traps, keeping his own eyes low to the ground to make sure he didn't become one of them. The Forsworn didn't set traps to disable, they set them to kill, and Sagax knew that stopping to check every casualty was pointless. Not that there was anything to check with the poor bastard that stepped on a rune.

Sagax kept his pace up with the rest of the group, stopping as they did when they finally reached the redoubt. He watched several Forsworn come to greet the company, and drew his sword. This would be the night that his blade would first taste the blood of men, and where Sagax knew he would inevitably take his first human life. He flourished his blade gracefully, hoping to seem intimidating to the attackers. He had decided that no one would move him from the ram, nor would these Reachmen ever lay a hand on it. It was hard to look tough with his small frame, but maybe, Sagax thought, he could use that to his advantage. It's easy to look over the little guy, isn't it? Not many would assume the 'little guy' would dash to the side of you as you swing down at him and jab you in the ribs with a shortsword. Especially not the Forsworn that now lay gurgling at Sagax's feet.

"Shit...!" Sagax gasped. He didn't even mean to do kill the man. He didn't even realize what he did until after he saw his foe crumple at his heel, he acted so quickly. Something in him decided that it was the best course of action. He felt something primal, something that he hadn't experienced before, at least not in the way he was experiencing it at that moment. Deep down he felt immense guilt over cutting down the Reachman, but all that was buried by his survival instinct. He gripped his sword and struggled to pull it out, only getting it back after planting his boot firmly against the man's side. The blood that splattered his face and arms made him nauseous, and his stomach churned. Good thing for Sagax that there wasn't really much in him to vomit.

Fighting back his sickness, he glared at the fallen Forsworn's allies, who seemed to be almost as surprised as Sagax was to find their brother in arms cut down. "Well!? You going to just stand there, you troll-faced madmen!? I'll SLAUGHTER EVERY LAST ONE OF YOU!" Or so he said. Sagax hoped to see the Reachmen turn tail and retreat, as his words were all a facade. He didn't want to kill any one else, but he regretfully knew that he most likely would have to.

The Elder Scrolls: Fruits of Contention - Chapter 1 (Completed)

Separate.

And we're on the third page.

@gcold

My record break was on page two, lol.

Should I have been in Advanced all this time? Seems to be that the answer is "Yes".

The Elder Scrolls: Fruits of Contention - Chapter 1 (Completed)

I'm just glad they've finally moved on from Gamebryo.

Man that thing was a piece of crap.

Star Wars - Edge of Rebellion

It's always Giantdad's fault

Sum up your week in roleplaying in just 3 words

Reliable group found

The Elder Scrolls: Fruits of Contention - Chapter 1 (Completed)

Just as Sagax began packing up his things and clipping his scabbard to his belt, he was approached by a young man who asked if Sagax wanted to send along any mail. "Oh, yes actually! Right on time, thanks." he said, handing his letter to the lad. Sagax threw his hood back on, looping the thick wool strings through holes in the hem, and fastened the strap of his pack to keep it from flopping around later. "May Mara's benevolence find its way to you, friend." With that, Sagax set off to join the frontliners, and into his first foray into actual combat.

Sagax opted to stand to the side of the ram as the stronger of the group pushed the hulking weapon. He shook with anxiety, death-gripping his sword's handle, eyes sweeping back and forth across the dark horizon as soon as the tents of camp were out of sight, heart pounding as he locked on to each shadow. All of that building up of confidence and praying just simply were not comforting him, though that wasn't exactly hard to notice. Anyone glancing at him would think him to be cowering even before anything actually happened, as Sagax prowled low to the ground, sticking to the tallest tufts of grass he could find. In truth? He was both cowering and staying obsessively alert, though one looked to have a higher priority than the other.

Sagax had finally begun to calm himself when the group reached a creek, where Dumhuvud began shouting at some people who went and scouted ahead to get back to the ram. The brute's howling did nothing to help Sagax's nerves, though what happened next nearly sent him over the edge, as arrows, spells, and rocks began hailing down on the group. Their main target was clearly the ram, though others took hits as well. He saw one man at the ram get lit on fire by a spell, and futilely rolled in the water before burning up completely. His screaming rang in Sagax's ears, but his attention was immediately directed to a mercenary that got hit in the stomach with an arrow. That was when an arrow flew past Sagax's head, missing its mark by a terrifyingly small margin. He didn't look to where the missile came from, he just ran. What madness drove him to do so he did not know, but while fleeing the rocks and arrows bolting past him, Sagax slung the hit man's arm over his shoulders and began dragging him through the muck. He could still hear the man breathing, and it was heavily labored. He kept telling Sagax to leave him and run, that he wasn't going to get out of this, but Sagax repeatedly retorted that he was fine, that it was just a flesh wound, and that he would get back to camp just fine. But what Sagax said did not mimic what he thought. He knew that the man's wound couldn't be mended by a simple healing potion, especially in the current situation, but Sagax deeply hoped despite all evidence to the contrary that he'd be able to save his comrade.

Sagax tried his best to keep up with the ram, but the weight of his comrade with all of his equipment greatly strained Sagax's small frame, and he had to stop quickly several times to catch his breath. Arrows kept flying by him, some being nearer than others, but Sagax pushed forward, eventually getting near enough to the ram to actually make out Dumhuvud's ramblings amidst the shouting of others around him and the swishing of arrows and spells that filled his ears. Sagax did what he could to take his mind off of the smell of blood coming from his wounded comrade, who was getting worryingly more quiet as time went on, keeping his eyes forwards to the other end of the creek, thinking that if he could just get there, he could set the man down and maybe help him. When the group finally arrived at their destination, to Sagax's great relief, everything got much quieter, with the Forsworn retreating back to the redoubt.

Sagax carried his comrade to a small boulder and set him upright against it, clasping his hand on the man's shoulder. "We made it, friend! I told you! You're going to live to fight another day, just like I said you would!" Sagax's triumphant smile slowly faded, as he noticed the man did not respond. No grunt, no words, not even the faintest sign of movement. "H-hey...friend! Did ya hear me? I said we made it! You're gonna...be..." He finally realized that the man's eyes were closed. This, with the lack of movement, or any response at all, forced Sagax to accept the fact that, no, the man was clearly not alright. Not in the least. He had died along the way to the shore.

It suddenly hit Sagax as to just how...tired he was. The stress of the moment, hauling his comrade through the creek all the way to the other side, it just made him so exhausted. He fell backwards, landing right on his bottom, with his arms resting on his knees, breathing heavily. Sagax himself didn't even really know what he expected. He knew perfectly well that people die on excursions like this. But he never expected for someone to die right on top of him, as he carried them to safety. Seeing someone kick the bucket from a distance, and having them go to the gods right in your arms, Sagax learned, were too very different things. He said only two words: "Well...shit..."

The Elder Scrolls: Fruits of Contention - Chapter 1 (Completed)

@gcold Hey, I got a little doubt, is Tsleeixth in Dumhuvud's group or is he with those pushing the ram? Or is that decision up to me? Sorry for bothering you

@Mortarion

I'm pretty sure that the one's pushing the ram are part of Dumhuvud's group. They're just kind of a....sub-group, I'd guess? Anyway, if your character hasn't been listed in the Pad as flanking, then they're with Dumhuvud.

The Elder Scrolls: Fruits of Contention - Chapter 1 (Completed)

I thought about responding with a .gif of my own but I didn't.

I'm a rebel, yo.