Janius was glad to see Kaleeth so elated. Being hugged and kissed by her should have felt warm, but not only did his guilt override most of it, but his beast spirit began to feel threatened. He needed to feed before she ended up hurting Kaleeth-Rei. At least she wasn't determined to run off and tell everyone immediately.
"Kaleeth-Rei," by how strained his growling voice was, Janius was having trouble speaking. "Wait outside for a moment. We will talk more. I have to explain some things."
Working hard to restrain himself, Janius calmly ushered Kaleeth-Rei to the entrance of the cave, then bolted back in on all fours. There was the faint sound of flesh tearing and snapping for a few minutes, but no signs of pain or struggle. When the sounds stopped, there was just some scraping, then Janius emerged from the cave in Imperial form. His axe was in one hand, and the rest of his clothing and belongings were tucked under his arm. He was painted in ogre blood from his chin to his lower torso and on his hands. Regardless of Kaleeth's reaction to Janius, he had a slightly saddened look. He took a seat near the entrance to the cave and motioned for Kaleeth-Rei to sit by him. "So... you are probably wondering what just happened." Janius squeezed one of his bloodied hands in the other and looked down at the dirt. He looked up when he thought of how to start, "Have you heard of werewolves before, Kaleeth?"
Sabine didn't much care about becoming a great warrior like Lorag, so she wasn't discouraged by his words. What did discourage her was picking out a weapon. She had no idea which weapon to use. Scanning over what was available, she borrowed Fendros' sword. It wasn't the best size to suit her, but it was something. Plenty of people fight with swords, right?
She ventured outside holding the scabbard in her hand. This afternoon would be an active one.
"So, how do you want me to pose? Just sitting up straight, like a portrait?" Fendros asked Ahnasha with an unsure smile. He sat on a log outside the common hut across from Ahnasha. He switched his pose to be laying down on his side horizontally, supporting his head with one hand. "Or are you going to draw me like one of your Breton girls?" Fendros doubted that Ahnasha would immediately understand the story he referenced. Something about a tragedy on a ship, he couldn't completely remember himself. Nevertheless, he was going to allow himself some mischief if he was finally forced to sit for a painting.
Ahnasha had been getting more and more opportunities to paint lately, so it was only a matter of time before Fendros had to sit as a model. Ahnasha had attempted to paint him stealthily on a couple of occasions, but he had shifted before she finished. It was because Fendros was a bit shy about it, to be honest. The only time he had sat for a painting was back at home once when he was thirteen, and he hated how that turned out. Ahnasha wouldn't have any of it though. He would be painted, and it would be today.
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Dear Mr Curly,
I have done little travelling lately because I have been so dreadfully weary. Can it be true as the old Ecclesiastes said; that all things lead to weariness? Surely not. Perhaps the opposite is true: that all nothings lead to weariness. I have a peculiar feeling, Curly, that I am worn out from something I haven't yet done and the more I don't do it, the more exhausted I become. How strange. Could it be something I haven't realised? Perhaps it's something I haven't said? Something I haven't finished! It must be very large and true whatever it is and a lively struggle in the doing but I look forward to it immensely. I know I need it. First, however, I must curl up in my chair and sleep deeply with the duck. Perhaps I'll dream of this thing and wake up refreshed and do it. My fond wishes to you Mr. Curly, and to all Curly Flat.
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Meh, I think there's only so much in the training. It can be summarised by the end of the in game day.
With how Kaleeth stayed scared for so long, Janius just felt worse for subjecting her to his werewolf form. Once she took the potion, Janius squat down and sat on his haunches so he was at Kaleeth's height and let her calm down. He tried to be nonthreatening, but it wasn't easy in this form. He couldn't just leave her in case she would tell the village without allowing him to explain.
Thankfully, Kaleeth did eventually calm down. Janius nodded twice in response to her question, then looked down and away from her face in guilt. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted the corpse of the wamasu, and looked up at it for a few moments. "You killed a wamasu," Janius spoke slowly, then looked at Kaleeth again, "You are a real hunter now, yes?"
There was no response from Sabine to Lorag's question except an expecting stare, then a terse nod. She didn't exactly feel like explaining herself to Lorag in detail. He could ask Sabine or Thorantilth if he really wanted to know the details.
Thankfully, Kaleeth did eventually calm down. Janius nodded twice in response to her question, then looked down and away from her face in guilt. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted the corpse of the wamasu, and looked up at it for a few moments. "You killed a wamasu," Janius spoke slowly, then looked at Kaleeth again, "You are a real hunter now, yes?"
There was no response from Sabine to Lorag's question except an expecting stare, then a terse nod. She didn't exactly feel like explaining herself to Lorag in detail. He could ask Sabine or Thorantilth if he really wanted to know the details.
In the wamasu's death throes, Janius tried to wrap his jaw around the creatures neck from where he was holding it, but only managed to cause shallow scratches in its hide. He couldn't latch on properly. The creature stilled save for some twitching and Janius could not stop his beast spirit from trying to feed. Unfortunately, even after spending a few moments trying to slash, maul and bite various parts of its body, he could not find anywhere that he could draw blood, let alone feed. Nor was he strong enough or had enough space to flip the creature over entirely to see if the belly was any softer. He roared in frustration, and in that moment he noticed the smell of fear in the air. The smell of Kaleeth-Rei.
The last pack hunt was fairly recent, so Janius' beast spirit was more compliance and lucid. He managed to calm down for the moment, but he could not transform back so easily unless he got away from the kill or ate. Perhaps he would try some of the ogre on the way out while it was still fresh. He sniffed at the air. Kaleeth's blood was flowing as well. He spotted her curled up in a corner, trembling like a mouse. Janius wanted to apologise, but she was probably so scared out of her wits that she didn't know who or what he was. There were indeed scratches on her arm, perhaps Janius could encourage her to heal them. He looked and sniffed around until he found his backpack that he had dropped when he transformed. It took some effort with his not-so-dextrous claws, but he pulled out the healing potion he had brought, and extended it to Kaleeth as he slowly stepped towards her.
As he got close, it seemed like she would either lash out or run away in panic. Janius glanced aside in thought, then looked at her in the eyes and tried to speak in a low grumbling voice, "Kaleeth-Rei... it would... be... my... pleasure." At first he thought pronouncing Jel would be impossibly difficult through his snout, but somehow he got it right on the first try. Hopefully Kaleeth would recognise him as peaceful now, or at the very least take the potion.
Sabine looked away and chewed her lip. The previous disappointment had become a determination. It didn't seem so hopeless now, but she would need a plan. None formed immediately in her mind, but she felt that if she had her options in front of her, she would be able to make something appropriate. Other than that, she would need some practice. Lorag could help with that if he was still around. As soon as they reached the village again, Sabine walked to the common hut to find him. Sabine didn't have the highest energy levels at the moment, but she thought it would be easier to fight than to concentrate hard on making a new potion.
Standing and blankly staring until She has Lorag's attention, Sabine spoke confidently. "Teach me to fight."
The last pack hunt was fairly recent, so Janius' beast spirit was more compliance and lucid. He managed to calm down for the moment, but he could not transform back so easily unless he got away from the kill or ate. Perhaps he would try some of the ogre on the way out while it was still fresh. He sniffed at the air. Kaleeth's blood was flowing as well. He spotted her curled up in a corner, trembling like a mouse. Janius wanted to apologise, but she was probably so scared out of her wits that she didn't know who or what he was. There were indeed scratches on her arm, perhaps Janius could encourage her to heal them. He looked and sniffed around until he found his backpack that he had dropped when he transformed. It took some effort with his not-so-dextrous claws, but he pulled out the healing potion he had brought, and extended it to Kaleeth as he slowly stepped towards her.
As he got close, it seemed like she would either lash out or run away in panic. Janius glanced aside in thought, then looked at her in the eyes and tried to speak in a low grumbling voice, "Kaleeth-Rei... it would... be... my... pleasure." At first he thought pronouncing Jel would be impossibly difficult through his snout, but somehow he got it right on the first try. Hopefully Kaleeth would recognise him as peaceful now, or at the very least take the potion.
Sabine looked away and chewed her lip. The previous disappointment had become a determination. It didn't seem so hopeless now, but she would need a plan. None formed immediately in her mind, but she felt that if she had her options in front of her, she would be able to make something appropriate. Other than that, she would need some practice. Lorag could help with that if he was still around. As soon as they reached the village again, Sabine walked to the common hut to find him. Sabine didn't have the highest energy levels at the moment, but she thought it would be easier to fight than to concentrate hard on making a new potion.
Standing and blankly staring until She has Lorag's attention, Sabine spoke confidently. "Teach me to fight."
That's probably the last post from me for the night, I'm a bit tired. G'night!
Kaleeth's move was one that Janius didn't expect. Mostly because it was timed and aimed so well with his spell that he found it hard to believe that she was too terrified to act an instant beforehand. Well, Janius was terrified as well, but there wasn't time to go into technicalities. Janius clambered his way out of the hiding place and stood upright a fraction of a second after Kaleeth did. The wamasu was now wounded, but Janius didn't want to depend on it fleeing if this was its nest. There was now a little more room to fight, but not much more. They would have to keep pushing it back if they wanted to escape.
Janius held his axe at the ready and stayed back from the creature as it thrashed in pain. His eyes darted around to features of the cave and the wamasu, searching for options. Options were something they were short of right then. The scales looked as tough as described, his axe would be useless against it. If he transformed, he would be in a tight spot, but he couldn't guarantee that he would be stronger enough to push the wamasu's bulk back, let alone kill it in the cave. The eggs could be vaguely seen from where they stood. If Janius threw his axe, he might break or displace them, perhaps distracting the beast, but even if they got past the wamasu, it would emerge from the cave angrier. Finally, Janius spotted a detail that had changed. Now, the mouth seemed to be a weak point. Even with its powerful bite, Janius could see that the wamasu could not close its maw effectively without the broken spear causing more damage. Janius didn't have the magicka to launch an ice spike into the soft mouth flesh, but he saw one way to do it that would require Kaleeth.
They didn't have much time before the creature tried to charge again, one way or another, so Janius was concise. He took Kaleeth by the arm and pulled her behind him. "Kaleeth, when you get the opportunity, you have to push the spear further." He glanced back, "Trust me!" He looked forward to the wamasu. He dropped his axe. A challenging grin turned into a grimace as his body convulsed and warped into the form of a lycan in the space of a few moments, breaking through the premade weak spots of his clothing and tearing through the rest in growth. He wouldn't be able to push the wamasu back, but he would be able to halt it. Janius' beast spirit could smell the wamasu's blood, but it was still in Janius' control. The lycan lunged forward from all fours and slammed into the shoulder of the wamasu. Janius had one arm around the underside of the creature's neck, and the other around its front left leg, lifting its foot slightly off the ground and forcing it to support itself fully with its other forward leg. Even though its head thrashed and roared, he had the creature held. The wamasu tried to resist Janius with all its might, but it didn't have the room to maneuver much in the cramped cave. There were jolts of pain that made Janius angrier as the wamasu arced lightning across the spines of its body, but it was an annoyance at this stage.
Even with the creature fighting back, it still held its mouth agape. The spear was so close to felling the creature. In an effort to try and make Kaleeth's task easier, Janius shifted to throw his left arm over the creature's neck and try to pull it to the ground, or close to it, and to still it. It was difficult and not entirely successful, but it was better than the thrashing head before.
Sabine's new confidence seemed to fade slightly from her eyes upon hearing the explanation for the Trial of Body. She may have been strong, but she was not a skilled fighter. Meesei knew this, so an even match might not be as big of a problem as it could be. Still, she could hardly hold her own if she didn't get to sneak up on her opponent, or fell them with a slung stone from a distance. It didn't seem like either would be options, especially under the influence of a weakening poison.
With a lowered head again, Sabine began to walk back with the group. She still had more questions in light of the information given. "What weapons will be used?" As the possibility of helping her chances with her own brews came to mind, she thought to ask about them too. "Will I be able to use my own potions?"
Janius held his axe at the ready and stayed back from the creature as it thrashed in pain. His eyes darted around to features of the cave and the wamasu, searching for options. Options were something they were short of right then. The scales looked as tough as described, his axe would be useless against it. If he transformed, he would be in a tight spot, but he couldn't guarantee that he would be stronger enough to push the wamasu's bulk back, let alone kill it in the cave. The eggs could be vaguely seen from where they stood. If Janius threw his axe, he might break or displace them, perhaps distracting the beast, but even if they got past the wamasu, it would emerge from the cave angrier. Finally, Janius spotted a detail that had changed. Now, the mouth seemed to be a weak point. Even with its powerful bite, Janius could see that the wamasu could not close its maw effectively without the broken spear causing more damage. Janius didn't have the magicka to launch an ice spike into the soft mouth flesh, but he saw one way to do it that would require Kaleeth.
They didn't have much time before the creature tried to charge again, one way or another, so Janius was concise. He took Kaleeth by the arm and pulled her behind him. "Kaleeth, when you get the opportunity, you have to push the spear further." He glanced back, "Trust me!" He looked forward to the wamasu. He dropped his axe. A challenging grin turned into a grimace as his body convulsed and warped into the form of a lycan in the space of a few moments, breaking through the premade weak spots of his clothing and tearing through the rest in growth. He wouldn't be able to push the wamasu back, but he would be able to halt it. Janius' beast spirit could smell the wamasu's blood, but it was still in Janius' control. The lycan lunged forward from all fours and slammed into the shoulder of the wamasu. Janius had one arm around the underside of the creature's neck, and the other around its front left leg, lifting its foot slightly off the ground and forcing it to support itself fully with its other forward leg. Even though its head thrashed and roared, he had the creature held. The wamasu tried to resist Janius with all its might, but it didn't have the room to maneuver much in the cramped cave. There were jolts of pain that made Janius angrier as the wamasu arced lightning across the spines of its body, but it was an annoyance at this stage.
Even with the creature fighting back, it still held its mouth agape. The spear was so close to felling the creature. In an effort to try and make Kaleeth's task easier, Janius shifted to throw his left arm over the creature's neck and try to pull it to the ground, or close to it, and to still it. It was difficult and not entirely successful, but it was better than the thrashing head before.
Sabine's new confidence seemed to fade slightly from her eyes upon hearing the explanation for the Trial of Body. She may have been strong, but she was not a skilled fighter. Meesei knew this, so an even match might not be as big of a problem as it could be. Still, she could hardly hold her own if she didn't get to sneak up on her opponent, or fell them with a slung stone from a distance. It didn't seem like either would be options, especially under the influence of a weakening poison.
With a lowered head again, Sabine began to walk back with the group. She still had more questions in light of the information given. "What weapons will be used?" As the possibility of helping her chances with her own brews came to mind, she thought to ask about them too. "Will I be able to use my own potions?"
The film has a good one and a half hours left, you can take your time, bro :)
Done and done. I'm watching a film, so I'll stick around for one more post.
Baring his teeth, Janius felt the rush of air as the wamasu lunged. He fully expected to die in that moment. When the creature slammed its head against the rock in vain over and over again, Janius flinched each time, shutting his eyes and hoping the cave wouldn't crumble. Kaleeth was terrified as well, but showed it some more. She held Janius close and looked to him for hope. Even though he wasn't screaming, Janius didn't realise that he was searching for similar comfort until he looked up at the blue glow of the charging lightning around the wamasu's mouth. There was only one thing left for it.
Janius squeezed Kaleeth as close to his body as he could with one arm, and extended his other arm. The lightning was launched with the wamasu's roar and they both braced, but the bright light that forced Janius to shut his eyes was harmless. There was barely a couple of seconds where the lightning washed over them, but once it stopped, the bright barrier of Janius' ward held intact from his extended arm. Janius opened his eyes with a more determined expression. The pale blue light of his ward spell changed the colour of everything around it as it transformed into a ball of fierce orange fire. With a flick of his wrist, Janius threw fire into the wamasu's face to force it back and damage it if possible. They needed some space if they were to defeat this creature.
Calming down and regulating her breathing through her mouth now that her nose was blocking up from the tears, Sabine slowly released Meesei and turned around to Thorantilth. She wanted to know more about the final trial while she had the chance. "The trial of body. What do I have to do?" Sabine asked. She still spoke softly, but her posture was more open now. Overcoming this trial had given her a boost of confidence by the looks.
Janius squeezed Kaleeth as close to his body as he could with one arm, and extended his other arm. The lightning was launched with the wamasu's roar and they both braced, but the bright light that forced Janius to shut his eyes was harmless. There was barely a couple of seconds where the lightning washed over them, but once it stopped, the bright barrier of Janius' ward held intact from his extended arm. Janius opened his eyes with a more determined expression. The pale blue light of his ward spell changed the colour of everything around it as it transformed into a ball of fierce orange fire. With a flick of his wrist, Janius threw fire into the wamasu's face to force it back and damage it if possible. They needed some space if they were to defeat this creature.
Calming down and regulating her breathing through her mouth now that her nose was blocking up from the tears, Sabine slowly released Meesei and turned around to Thorantilth. She wanted to know more about the final trial while she had the chance. "The trial of body. What do I have to do?" Sabine asked. She still spoke softly, but her posture was more open now. Overcoming this trial had given her a boost of confidence by the looks.
So, are Inkwell and Assallya still around?
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