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Current Sometimes I wonder whether or not my trust is misplaced or not, especially when it seems that the trust I place in some people isn't reciprocated.
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All that is gold does not glitter; not all those who wander are lost; the old that is strong does not wither; deep roots are not reached by the frost.
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Currently in exam periods at University after a full month of mobilization and a constant strike Things arent looking well so ill either be busy trying to save the semester or not because its lost
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I should re-read the Lord of the Rings one of these days
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Is it wierd that, whenever I am stressed I want to RP? I don't know, helps keep my mind off of certain things. Don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing.
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Words and War, the Saxhleel Conflict





Tsleeixth made his way down the ramp that led from the Kyne's Tears towards Dawnstar's dock. Shortly after he disembarked, what few Argonian's the Company had managed to free from the Kamal's frigate were roughly escorted away by a group of Hold Guards; Tsleeixth clenched his fists in anger at the treatment his kinsmen were subjected to, they had just escaped from the Kamal's vile hands and now -instead of being helped to recuperate and heal from the mistreatment suffered at the hands of their captors- they were forced away towards the camp that had formed outside of Dawnstar while they were away at the College of Winterhold.

He tensed slightly when a pair of guards approached him, wondering if he was going to be forced to leave Dawnstar as well but the duo that was approaching him stopped at the words of another guard, who Tsleeixth guessed was their captain. With that sour event firmly in his mind the Argonian spellsword made a beeline towards Windpeak Inn but, as he moved closer and closer to the large building, sounds started reaching Tsleeixth's ears that made him pause, it sounded like a scuffle and, what was worse, he recognized both voices, Leif and Do'Karth. As he edged closer and closer to the Inn the figures of both Do'Karth and Leif became evident, alongside that of Sevine who looked on as the Nord man and the Suthay-Raht fought against each other. However the presence of a fourth -unexpected- figure drew his attention, that of his fellow Hist-brother Daixanos.

Waiting for the fight to end, Tsleeixth approached Dax and clasped his shoulder lightly as way of greeting "It's good to see you Dax." He said, letting out a soft sigh and shaking his head slightly "I take it you saw the fight between Leif and Do'Karth, no? Would you mind telling me what caused this...confrontation between our comrades?" He asked to Dax, hoping that he'd have answers. He knew that there was tension between Leif and Do'Karth for Sevine's affection -his chat with Roze back in Bthamz had made that abundantly clear- yet he hadn't thought it'd lead to the two of them fighting against each other.

Dax shook his head as Tsleeixth asked about the confrontation. "Landstriders find more reasons to fight than I could fathom." He replied. The Argonian was no pacifist, but he fought when he needed to, as did the rest of his people. He could not think of a time when the Saxhleel had waged war on someone who had not deigned to attack them first. The machinations of the Landstriders were truly an odd thing to his people. He could conclude that this fight had a true aggressor, however. He would bet the next Elk he bagged it was not Do'Karth. "I do think Leif has sought to...acquire Sevine. But that is mere speculation. You would need to ask them."

Tsleeixth stiffle a chuckle at Dax's answer to his question "Very true brother." He finally said, shaking his head slightly as he smiled slightly. However when his fellow Saxhleel said that he thought Leif tried to claim Sevine Tsleeixth could do nothing but let out a soft sigh "It is not mere speculation, it seems that Leif harbored feeligns for Sevine and, well, he isn't dealing with the fact that Sevine chose Do'Karth very well to say the least." He said, shaking his head slightly.

Daixanos let out a breath, and to most non-Saxhleel it would sound like a juttering growl. "Brother, in a weeks time I will be returning to our homeland." He revealed. "The news that has been coming to the North tells me our kin need our race united. I cannot ignore that call."

When Daixanos told him that he planned to leave the Company in a weeks time to return to their homeland Tsleeixth was mildly surprised. He knew that the Hist was calling to every Saxhleel across Tamriel, yet Dax's words surprised him nonetheless "Come brother, I think we have much to discuss and I don't think talking about such matters related to our people should be done in such an open space, wouldn't you agree?" He asked Dax, motioning towards the Inn and slowly making his way towards there, wondering if Dax would follow him.

Daixanos nodded, meeting Tsleeixth's gaze. "True enough..." he breathed, glancing back and forth. He trusted Do'Karth and Sevine, but with the anti-Argonian sentiments going on, there was little more they could trust. He gestures for his friend to head in with him. Hopefully they could find a corner to speak at.

Tsleeixth nodded when Daixanos gestured for them both to head into the inn. Opening the wooden door he motioend for Dax and entered after him. As soon as both Argonians crossed the threshold that led into the Inn the telltale murmur of conversation that usually characterized such establishments seemed to halt immediately, replaced by the sound of people whispering to each other. As Tsleeixth led them both to an empty table that was further apart from the rest a few words reached his, and most likely Dax's, ears 'Filthy lizard' 'Someone get the guard' 'How come they are allowed here?'

"Seems the Landstrider's love for our kind has grown in our absence, wouldn't you say brother?" He said acidly, low enough for only Dax to hear him. After a while the Inn's mood returned to, more or less, it's usual state, though a few patrons cast glances towards Dax and Tsleeixth's table every once in a while. "I take it you ran into Kamal forces during your mission, no?" Asked Tsleeixth after motioning for the innkeep to bring him a drink, somewhat unsure of how to breach the subject of what had driven Dax to leave the Company and return to their homeland. "Otherwise I don't think you'd decide to return to our homeland so suddenly. You heard, or saw, something that told you you had to get back, no?" He asked, hoping Dax would tell him what it was precisely that had set in motion this sudden desire to return to Black Marsh.

"I do not seek to return to Blackmarsh," Daixanos said. "I go to Morrowind." He let that sink in. "It wasn't one thing, Tsleeixth. It's been harassing me since I've arrived at Dawnstar. I broke the back of a slaving ship here, and even then I do not feel fulfilled. Now the Kamal...the news of the Dunmer and Akavari. I cannot wait, and won't. But I do not go to our homeland."

He stood tall. "I gather every able bodied Argonian from here to Windhelm, to Darkwater crossing. I go to hit the Dunmer where they least expect, from the North. A few hundred Argonians invading from Skyrim? I do not blame them for being caught off guard." He bared his teeth. "We will hit their supply lines, and their officers. We'll move into Blackmarsh from Morrowind itself, cutting our way through until we breach their lines from the inside. The Hist guide me, I swear."

Tsleeixth's jaw opened in surprise as Daixanos stated his intention of going not to Blackmarsh but to Morrowind. He listened as Dax explained his reasoning for wanting to go to Morrowind "But...why? Is it frustration because the Company hasn't done enough in battling agaisnt the Kamal invaders? What could motivate you to head straight to Morrowind, with all of our brothers and sisters you can muster?" Asked Tsleeixth incredulosuly once Dax had finished explaining his plan, how he'd gather ever able bodied Argonian he could as he went to Darkwater crossing. It was clear that Tsleeixth was still somewhat shocked, he had been expecting Dax to tell him that he was going to Argonia and not to attack the motherland of the Dunmer people.

Dax turned to regard Tsleeixth, and he shook his head. "I don't question our companions." he said. "I also realize that you know them far better than I, though admittedly I've grown fond of the group. It is only that their interest is not Blackmarsh, nor would I expect it to be. But mine is, and always will be. I will return after, however. Skyrim feels like a second home."

Tsleeixth listened as Daixanos spoke, explaining his reasons for leaving towards Morrowind. Taking the drink that had arrived shortly before their conversation had started, but which had remaiendu ntouched as Dax spoke, Tsleeixth took a long gulp of the mead, shaking his head slightly "I understand Dax, at least I do now, but this....this is suicidal." Spoke Tsleeixth, shaking his head "Not to mention there's no guarantee you'll reach Morrowind." Added the spellsword "The Kamal seem to have been taking in people travelling the continent. You rememebr the Pakseech that Do'Karth told you about?" He said, letting otu a weary sigh "He was taken in by the Kamals....one of their frigates attacked us on our way to Bthamz and we managed to freed some slaves that were working on their vessel. Among them there were a few of our brothers they...they told me of their capture, and of the death of the Pakseech on that Hist-forsaken vessel." Said Tsleeixth sorrowfully, emptying what remained of his drink in one go.

"But, that wasn't the only thing they revealed to me....you see, they also told me that the ship's overseers would sometiems extract the soul from one of the slaves. Do you know what that means Dax? Every slave that the Kamal capture could be used to power their war effort, we still knwo almost nothing about them...who knows what other kind of weapons they posses, for all we know every captive the Kamal take only serves to hasten our doom." Said the spellsword with a sigh.

"Do you understand what this could mean Dax? How many of our brothers and sisters could be poached by the Kamal as if they were cattle while you make your way to Morrowind?" He asked Daixanos "And what if, once you get to Morrowind, you are captured there?" He pressed one "Please, I implore you, think about this, whatever brothers and sisters of ours join you won't be trained fighters like we are, you'd be leading htem to their doom, eitehr at the blades of our enemies or under their yoke, used either as slaves or as fuel for the Kamal war machine." Finished Tsleeixth, hopign that Dax would listen to him.

"And what!? Stand here as our brethren are beseiged, and the rest remain refugees in the cold!?" Daixanos replied, now inches from Tsleeixth's face. "Do nothing, is that what you advise!?" The Argonian breathed heavily, but after a moment he calmed, his mind having caught up with him. He found he was glad the Tavern was uproarious as usual. It didn't draw so much attention to them.

The Hunter let out a juttering sigh, and spoke. "Tsleeixth...you know as well as I do they cannot take Blackmarsh. The Daedra couldn't do it, and it was not even inhospitable for them, as it is for anyone not of our people. The one they called Talos could not even take it, instead just claiming it in word only. He knew that even if someone succeeded in defeating our armies, they wouldn't dare truly invade. That would be suicide by disease and guerilla warfare. But I cannot stay here and let my loyalty be thrown aside by that, because it's still our people dying."

He hesitated before he spoke next. "But...your words give me pause. I apologize for yelling." he said. "I would not take anyone who could not fight with me. I will escort them to the southern edge of Cyrodiil, before striking north again." Dax shook his head as he regarded Tsleeixth once more. "Fighting these Kamal here does not aid Blackmarsh. You need to realize that. If I killed a wolf for its pelt in Markarth, it does not make the Elk in Darkwater Crossing any more safe." Dax closed his eyes. He suspected Tsleeixth thought he would try to assassinate the Tribunal himself. He wished he could, but he was not suicidal. "In a fortnight, I'll gather our people that will follow and head southward to Blackwood, and then me and what brothers I have will hit Stormhold's reinforcements and supplylines from the rear. I respect you, Tsleeixth, even if you decide to stay. But I cannot. Not when our people are being invaded by Demons."

Tsleeixth clenched his fists as Dax shouted at him, his eyes narrowing as Dax contineued his tirade before calming down. He let his fellow Saxhleel continue with his train of thought uninterrumpted, letting out a sigh of frustration when Dax finished "The Pakseech tried to go to Cyrodiil brother, he ended up dead in the holds of a Kamal slave ship." He said with a sigh, shaking his head slightly as he rememebred that fateful day when he had last seen the Pakseech. "Onto your point of fighting the Kamal here not helpign Blackmarsh....that's hwere you are absolutely wrong." He said firmly, resting hsi hands on the table as he looked at Dax in the eyes "You seem to forget one crucial detail, this is war. The kamal aren't merely beasts, they are an organized army that has a chain of command and follows tactics." Siad Tsleeixth, letting his words hang in the air for a few seconds.

"Now, take that information into account....what happens when an unexpected threat rises? What does an army does? It diverts resources to combat said threat, merely heading towards Morrowind to attack will do nothing, you'd jsut be throwing yourself at the jaws of the wolf Dax and end up used as a slave to toil for the Kamal's and hwen your body is broken, your sould will be used as fuel for their war effort. I do not say this to scare you, merely to state the truth." Continued Tsleeixth, letting out a sigh as he pondered on waht to say next.

"You yourself said that our homeland has never been conquered, Talos couldn't do it, nor Mehrunes Dagon and the armies of Oblivion....and neither will these Kamal, they will succumb to disease and to our fighters, they'll die in the marshes that characterize our homeland." Continued the spellsword, letting otu a breath "They don't need us Dax, but here, right now, we are of use. We can bleed the Kamal here, make them pay for every Argonian life taken at Blackmarsh." Continued speaking Tsleeixth, braing hsi teeth at Dax "And I promise this to you, I will make them pay. I swear by the Hist, the Demons will rue the day they decided to invade Tamriel." He said, anger palpable in his voice "Before I am down, I will send as many Kamals as I can to Sithis's embrace Dax, they will pay for each of our brothers that are toiling under their rule and for each of us that has died to their cruel weaponry." Finished the spellsword "Now, the only question that remians is this. Will you stay and help me brother?"

While he was proud of Tsleeixth for his loyalty to helping his people, Dax had seen war. He didn't believe Tsleeixth knew of the tactics he spoke when concerning different theaters of conflict. Still, he couldn't rightly say no at this moment. He hadn't the heart, even if the Hist itself disagreed with Tsleeixth. "I cannot say yes." He said, firmly rooted in what he believed. "But neither will I refuse, for now. I said I would gather them in a fortnight...perhaps I will use this time to think."

He placed his claws hand on Tsleeixth's shoulder. "I meant no offense. I'm merely angry at the state of things, not you. I am proud to have fought alongside you, and proud I shall be if I continue to do so."

"I know, and believe me hwen I tell you I am angry at the state of thigns as well. And it has been an honor to have ofught alongisde you as well brother." Said Tsleeixth, glasping Daixanos's hand once he moved it from his shoulder "And all I ask for is time Dax, if you don't trust my words then, at the very least, trust in our people. We came from the Oblivion Crisis stornger than ever, I am sure we'll be able to endure the fight against the Snow Demons." Said Tsleeixth to Dax before the hunter left.
I might be a bit on the wrong here so, feel free to correct me if you think otherwise but I think Tsleeixth's virtue is Patience while his Sin would be Wrath (not in the sense that Tslee is constantly angry but, more like, he is easily enraged by things such as the mistreatment the Argonians recover at the hands of the Nords or by the invasion of the Kamals and what they are doing but it's sort of a more subdued kind of wrath)
@POOHEAD189 Sure man, I'm on my phone atm so, if you want, you can start the collab if you'd prefer
@gcold Looking ofr the silver lining and all, eh? But, yeah, glad we sorted it out
@gcold No worries. My apologies for the whole confusion.
@gcold Ah, I see. Guess the collab I did with Peik and Fox doesn't counts as part of taking part of the skirmish against the frigate then? Asking just to make sure, my apologies for bothering.
@gcold I assume this is in reference to another skirmish apart from the one where they ran into the Kamal frigate? Because I'm kind of a bit lost on what high sea skirmish you mean otherwise
@POOHEAD189I had no plans for Tsleeixth so I am definitively up for a collab if you are interested
I'm half tempted to have Tsleeixth try and shock Leif unconscious just because how much of a prick he is being atm XD

But yeah, like Peik said, jerk behavior isn't nice. Probably will have Tsleeixth try and get a new armor or have him get drunk in the tavern after all the shit he's had to deal with

But, that said, I'm game for a collab if anyone is interested
Is Andromeda any good? I've heard enough people complain about the facial animations but, ignoring that, is it enjoyable in terms of story and gameplay?


Eh, same opinion as Dervs here pretty much. I think the whole thing with the animations might have been overblown but there are definitively a few uncanny valley moments like he said but nothing that detracts too much from the game in my opinion.
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