Whether or not it was Sabine who made Vinaremo too aggressive to duel effectively, or whether he simply underestimated Meesei, Sabine saw from the start to the end that Vinaremo was little match for Meesei. It didn't prevent a sigh of relief from escaping Sabine's lips when Meesei did win, however. The sigh was sucked back into Sabine's lungs just as quickly when Hal-Neesa made herself apparent. From then, the stakes were not so high that Meesei was going to be enslaved or experimented on, but this Hal-Neesa woman had her own kind of threat surrounding her.
Exploring to try and find Kaleeth, Janius wandered the halls and bumped shoulders with a rushing Vinaremo. His demeanour seemed completely different from earlier, but Janius only gave a confused look before proceeding. Something interesting was happening up ahead. In the next room, evidently some kind of multifaceted training room to Janius' eyes, the way people were placed suggested some tension in the air. Were they going to fight their way out after all? All the attention was centred around Meesei and Hal-Neesa as they stood opposite each other in the room. Looking around, Janius found Kaleeth and Sabine, and walked up to them.
"What's going on here?" Janius asked them both in a part-whisper.
Sabine answered without taking her eyes off the duelists, "Meesei and the leader, Hal-Neesa, are going to try and break each others' magical wards. I don't think it is a duel to the death, but..." Sabine trailed off, wishing she knew for sure what Hal-Neesa's motives were.
Janius pursed his lips with concern, but only looked on for now. They were probably just testing each other, but this could still end badly. Janius reached for Kaleeth's hand and stepped close to her. "Stay vigilant," Janius breathed.
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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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It was when Vinaremo turned to lies that Sabine took a step back and her expression faltered. She had pushed him too far, but without him getting angry enough to simply validate his pride. He would deceive to have his way, just like a servant of Molag Bal would. Sabine was about to sprint off to try and get to Hal-Neesa first, or to hide, she didn't rightly know, she just needed to escape. Before she ran, though, Meesei spoke and essentially rescued Sabine from the situation.
Sabine looked at Meesei with a worry that silently asked if this was the best idea, but Sabine knew there was no way to go back now. Meesei was probably the best candidate to challenge Vinaremo. All Sabine could do was lower her gaze and step out from between them. She sincerely hoped that this vampiric Altmer would not be stronger than Meesei.
Sabine looked at Meesei with a worry that silently asked if this was the best idea, but Sabine knew there was no way to go back now. Meesei was probably the best candidate to challenge Vinaremo. All Sabine could do was lower her gaze and step out from between them. She sincerely hoped that this vampiric Altmer would not be stronger than Meesei.
Bah. Switching strategies, then.
Sabine tried as best as she could to stand her ground. Vinaremo towered over her such that she had to hold her head back at a steep angle to see his face. Sabine didn't like the situation much at all, but even as she felt her knees starting to quiver in fear and her heart starting to beat faster, she wanted to see if she could take this far enough without falling into this trap that he had laid.
She stood staring for a few seconds, then found something to respond with. "You're not strong enough. You're not worth it. I can tell." Sabine said, this time sounding a little more provocative, "If you were strong enough, you wouldn't have to serve under Hal-Neesa. You would just take control."
She stood staring for a few seconds, then found something to respond with. "You're not strong enough. You're not worth it. I can tell." Sabine said, this time sounding a little more provocative, "If you were strong enough, you wouldn't have to serve under Hal-Neesa. You would just take control."
Do vampires resist poison in this RP? It's different for various elder scrolls games.
Past it's dark veneer, the interior of the xanmeer turned out to be a fully provisioned living space. However grisly some of the aspects were, such as the half-rotten corpses in the corner of the training room, everyone could tell that the cult at least lived comfortably. Sabine did her best to ignore the looks directed at her and gathered as much information as was available.
Running into the Altmer again was not something that Sabine wanted to be bothered by. He was speaking like some bully child despite his indeterminate age. Sabine was about to move around him wordlessly, but stopped before she started as an idea formed in her mind. She turned her head to one of the stationary wards, then up at the Altmer's face. Up this close, Sabine could see his discoloured eyes, but swallowed down her unease. If this Altmer was arrogant enough, he would be more than willing to display the limits of his power. "Break the strongest ward over there. If you can." Sabine's voice wasn't quite inflected enough to be heard as teasing Vinaremo, but the words enough might provoke him.
Running into the Altmer again was not something that Sabine wanted to be bothered by. He was speaking like some bully child despite his indeterminate age. Sabine was about to move around him wordlessly, but stopped before she started as an idea formed in her mind. She turned her head to one of the stationary wards, then up at the Altmer's face. Up this close, Sabine could see his discoloured eyes, but swallowed down her unease. If this Altmer was arrogant enough, he would be more than willing to display the limits of his power. "Break the strongest ward over there. If you can." Sabine's voice wasn't quite inflected enough to be heard as teasing Vinaremo, but the words enough might provoke him.
As Opus boarded, Shiva's eyes moved up to see him only for a moment before moving to the others again. He seemed amiable enough, but Shiva didn't really know his angle. Opus always had that mask on, and this was probably the most Shiva had heard him talk since they boarded the corvette. What he said did exude enough confidence that he knew what he was doing, though, so perhaps he just wasn't the overly social type.
August, on the other hand, didn't quite exude confidence as lower everyone else's. Although, he was apparently renowned among humans, so he must do some things right. Shiva would just have to depend a bit less on his loyalty.
Rareth's plan was sound enough. There appeared to be multiple ways to the objective, and have a teleporting Rothian amongst all of the other specialists among them would theoretically make this a cakewalk. Perhaps whoever finds the database first might work out the motives of these militants. "I think I would do best to take up a defensive position over the Hummingbird and make sure we still have a ride home. If anything goes bad, I can move up to help, but until then we have a fallback point. That is, unless any of you think I would do more good closer to the front line."
August, on the other hand, didn't quite exude confidence as lower everyone else's. Although, he was apparently renowned among humans, so he must do some things right. Shiva would just have to depend a bit less on his loyalty.
Rareth's plan was sound enough. There appeared to be multiple ways to the objective, and have a teleporting Rothian amongst all of the other specialists among them would theoretically make this a cakewalk. Perhaps whoever finds the database first might work out the motives of these militants. "I think I would do best to take up a defensive position over the Hummingbird and make sure we still have a ride home. If anything goes bad, I can move up to help, but until then we have a fallback point. That is, unless any of you think I would do more good closer to the front line."
Sabine had originally wanted to look around to try and distract herself from her fear. Normally her alchemy would be the regular method, but her equipment and ingredients were back at camp. It wasn't a problem that Meesei was accompanying her, in fact, Sabine felt safer with her along for it. Sabine just started off looking into each of the rooms, finding them virtually identical. Sabine was about to explore further, but didn't feel like leaving Kaleeth curled up on her own in fear, so she urged her up to come with them.
Whether Kaleeth accompanied or not, Sabine planned to explore the halls carefully, keeping track of the way back in case they proved to be more widespread than she first thought.
In his and Ahnasha's room, Fendros nodded and let go of Ahnasha. He wouldn't have expected any less than for Ahnasha to want to fight to the end, but he was glad that she agreed. In the end, he just wished it wasn't this dangerous for them, but there wasn't much he could do about it now.
Fendros stood up, unmoved by the decorations and furnishings of the room, then began to pace and look across the walls, suspiciously looking for any traps, peepholes, or secrets. He wasn't sure whether any existed, being in an ancient xanmeer, but he wanted to use his time for something useful.
Janius arrived back not long after the expected round trip time from the xanmeer to the camp. He carried various implements, tools, and supplies, while the cultists carried rolled up bedrolls, Sabine's alchemy supplies, and a few other things. Janius had a look of impatience in his face indicative of resisting reaction to the Altmer that lead the party. He made his way wordlessly towards the rooms to drop things off, then given no more distractions, planned to find Kaleeth, wherever she had ended up. He needed some way to calm his frustrations. At this point, finding out that they would be sleeping in beds more akin to his former home in Bravil than anything else was not something that was very relieving.
Whether Kaleeth accompanied or not, Sabine planned to explore the halls carefully, keeping track of the way back in case they proved to be more widespread than she first thought.
In his and Ahnasha's room, Fendros nodded and let go of Ahnasha. He wouldn't have expected any less than for Ahnasha to want to fight to the end, but he was glad that she agreed. In the end, he just wished it wasn't this dangerous for them, but there wasn't much he could do about it now.
Fendros stood up, unmoved by the decorations and furnishings of the room, then began to pace and look across the walls, suspiciously looking for any traps, peepholes, or secrets. He wasn't sure whether any existed, being in an ancient xanmeer, but he wanted to use his time for something useful.
Janius arrived back not long after the expected round trip time from the xanmeer to the camp. He carried various implements, tools, and supplies, while the cultists carried rolled up bedrolls, Sabine's alchemy supplies, and a few other things. Janius had a look of impatience in his face indicative of resisting reaction to the Altmer that lead the party. He made his way wordlessly towards the rooms to drop things off, then given no more distractions, planned to find Kaleeth, wherever she had ended up. He needed some way to calm his frustrations. At this point, finding out that they would be sleeping in beds more akin to his former home in Bravil than anything else was not something that was very relieving.
"We have to do our best, Ahna. I know things may seem out of control now, but there will be a plan, some opening. We'll just have to find it." Fendros tried to reassure, even as Ahnasha spoke the truth. "That vampire Argonian, that woman, she seems to be humouring us, but I don't trust her." Fendros pulled away and took Ahnasha's face in his hands. His worry was seeping through. "You speak the truth, I can't promise that we'll be alright, but you have to promise me this much: If things suddenly turn bad and we have to fight, just take the child and run. We will keep them at bay as best as we can, but you will have to run Rhazii to safety. At that point, your lives will be all that will matter, okay?"
Sabine found a chair to sit down in Meesei and Lorag's room, she wracked her brain for all she knew about Molag Bal, but it had been a long time since she had been taught. "Boethiah, Meridia, Ebonarm, and Mephala. Molag Bal's enemies. Not Hircine," Sabine spoke as she recalled, holding one wrist against her forehead, "Enslaves, dominates, rapes. Collects souls, but not like Vile. Vile keeps them locked away, Molag Bal uses them as slaves." With what little of the daedric prince Sabine remembered now said, she slid off her chair and walked out of the room, stopping at the door to notify Meesei. "I heard the Hal-Neesa woman say we were allowed outside of our rooms. I want to look around."
Sabine found a chair to sit down in Meesei and Lorag's room, she wracked her brain for all she knew about Molag Bal, but it had been a long time since she had been taught. "Boethiah, Meridia, Ebonarm, and Mephala. Molag Bal's enemies. Not Hircine," Sabine spoke as she recalled, holding one wrist against her forehead, "Enslaves, dominates, rapes. Collects souls, but not like Vile. Vile keeps them locked away, Molag Bal uses them as slaves." With what little of the daedric prince Sabine remembered now said, she slid off her chair and walked out of the room, stopping at the door to notify Meesei. "I heard the Hal-Neesa woman say we were allowed outside of our rooms. I want to look around."
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