As much as he wished the Argonian to be genuine, Fendros was skeptical. He didn't mistrust the Argonian in the same way as Ahnasha, but he didn't like his offer any more than she did. "How on Nirn could you possibly guarantee his safety?" Fendros shook his head again, "The only way I know that he will live is if I do not betray the cult. I don't need to repeat myself, you and your..." Fendros looked around at the healers, "...fanatics...you'll get nothing."
Fendros looked about ready to die at this point if it meant Ahnasha and Rhazii were safe. He knew that was a luxury he didn't have, though. His only hope was with the pack tracking them and coming to save them. There was no telling how long that would take.
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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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With his eyes shut, Fendros could only hear the quiet noises that indicated Ahnasha being cut by the Argonian's knife. Their torturer mocked them with his cruel words, but Fendros kept his eyes firmly shut. When the Argonian stopped and asked why Fendros was being defiant, Fendros was engaged enough by the question to peek his eyes open. He wished he hadn't. Ahnasha had been sliced a number of times into her torso, and Fendros could only imagine the pain she was in. Thankfully, it appeared she was still breathing.
Fendros scrunched his eyes shut again and tensed his face to the point where he was about to cry. He shook his head and shouted in response, "She isn't suffering for them, you fool! All those blasted cultists can be slain in a heap for all I care!" Fendros took a couple of shivering breaths through his mouth, "You will not be getting any information from either of us because if we do, our child will be in danger. They have him captive." Fendros opened his eyes in a pleading expression to the Argonian, "He is barely a few months old. His will be a fate worse than death if we help you."
Fendros wasn't sure whether his outburst would help them at all, but it had the slightest possibility of ending their torture without giving them any useful information. At this point, even that was worth giving up.
Fendros scrunched his eyes shut again and tensed his face to the point where he was about to cry. He shook his head and shouted in response, "She isn't suffering for them, you fool! All those blasted cultists can be slain in a heap for all I care!" Fendros took a couple of shivering breaths through his mouth, "You will not be getting any information from either of us because if we do, our child will be in danger. They have him captive." Fendros opened his eyes in a pleading expression to the Argonian, "He is barely a few months old. His will be a fate worse than death if we help you."
Fendros wasn't sure whether his outburst would help them at all, but it had the slightest possibility of ending their torture without giving them any useful information. At this point, even that was worth giving up.
The moments that were given while they placed Ahnasha on the table were moments Fendros tried to use for serious consideration. Even though he was still panicked, thoughts managed to run through his head on how he should act. The Argonian was truly cruel to subject him to this, but he knew nothing of their predicament. If Fendros were to give up information, he would definitely be putting Rhazii at risk. He didn't want that, Ahnasha wouldn't want that. He had told her back in the xanmeer that if anything happened, Rhazii's life came above all else. He intended to keep to that. Ahnasha was suffering, and it was horrible to watch, but if she were in his place, she would probably be thinking the same thing.
Fendros looked at the knife, then to the Argonian, then closed his eyes and turned his head away. "I'm sorry, Ahna."
As soon as the words came from his mouth, Fendros braced for whatever the Argonian had in store. He wasn't sure he could take much more.
Fendros looked at the knife, then to the Argonian, then closed his eyes and turned his head away. "I'm sorry, Ahna."
As soon as the words came from his mouth, Fendros braced for whatever the Argonian had in store. He wasn't sure he could take much more.
Fendros' face was painted with panic. His initial reaction was to tug at his bindings to try and get at the Argonian, but they held fast. "Ahna!" He managed to call out before realising that he was completely powerless.
Save for a trembling and his fast breathing, he had completely frozen. He had expected that they might endure pain, or less violent forms of persuasion, but this madman had very nearly killed Ahnasha on the spot after little provocation. His mind was clouded with fear as he stared wide eyed at the blood soaking down Ahnasha's front, but he didn't know what to do next. He didn't want to go through seeing Ahnasha suffer such wounds again, but he had enough of his mind to remember that he had to protect Rhazii as well. It was a horrible decision to make, and not one he wanted to ever make in his life.
"Please..." he began to mumble shakily, as if trying to postpone any further consequences. "Please...don't make me decide..."
Fendros considered telling the Argonian that the cult had their child captive, but at this point he didn't know whether he would care. He seemed to have just as little regard for life as the cultists did. Still, looking into Ahnasha's eyes, Fendros could hardly bear to see such pain and fear. Anything that could stop this was an option.
"...I would never forgive myself...please..."
Save for a trembling and his fast breathing, he had completely frozen. He had expected that they might endure pain, or less violent forms of persuasion, but this madman had very nearly killed Ahnasha on the spot after little provocation. His mind was clouded with fear as he stared wide eyed at the blood soaking down Ahnasha's front, but he didn't know what to do next. He didn't want to go through seeing Ahnasha suffer such wounds again, but he had enough of his mind to remember that he had to protect Rhazii as well. It was a horrible decision to make, and not one he wanted to ever make in his life.
"Please..." he began to mumble shakily, as if trying to postpone any further consequences. "Please...don't make me decide..."
Fendros considered telling the Argonian that the cult had their child captive, but at this point he didn't know whether he would care. He seemed to have just as little regard for life as the cultists did. Still, looking into Ahnasha's eyes, Fendros could hardly bear to see such pain and fear. Anything that could stop this was an option.
"...I would never forgive myself...please..."
It was as if only moments had passed. Fendros woke up from his dreamless sleep with memories of resistance still fresh in his mind. His arms were dreadfully sore, but he could hear Ahnasha's voice. That was enough to bring him back completely. He wished seeing her face could have been more of a relief.
"Where are we?" Fendros breathed, inspecting his bindings and finding much the same as Ahnasha had. Fendros tried to think quickly when he picked up on the noises outside of the room. He glanced to the door, then looked at Ahnasha with a look hinting his own fear despite his determined words. "We can't tell them anything. We can't risk Rhazii." More noises prompted another glance to the door from Fendros, "The pack will find us, I'm sure of it."
"Where are we?" Fendros breathed, inspecting his bindings and finding much the same as Ahnasha had. Fendros tried to think quickly when he picked up on the noises outside of the room. He glanced to the door, then looked at Ahnasha with a look hinting his own fear despite his determined words. "We can't tell them anything. We can't risk Rhazii." More noises prompted another glance to the door from Fendros, "The pack will find us, I'm sure of it."
Sabine and Janius were beginning to fear the worst. When Meesei returned, the news was better, but still dire. Ahnasha and Fendros had been taken straight from under their noses.
Making sure that Nuulanth was properly supported, Sabine slid out from under her arm, turned, and nodded to her. "Don't die," she murmured one last time before joining Lorag.
There was little hesitation from Janius to get moving. He was still concerned about Kaleeth, but priorities had shifted. Janius looked to Kaleeth as he moved. "It might help to keep your thoughts with Ahnasha and Fendros while we need to help them. I don't know whether it helps control or whether it's pack instinct, but staying determined like this helps me with the temptations sometimes. It will be worth a try. And Kaleeth..." Janius put a hand on Kaleeth's shoulder and stopped for a moment, "You're doing well." He gave a smile and resumed to catch up with Lorag.
Making sure that Nuulanth was properly supported, Sabine slid out from under her arm, turned, and nodded to her. "Don't die," she murmured one last time before joining Lorag.
There was little hesitation from Janius to get moving. He was still concerned about Kaleeth, but priorities had shifted. Janius looked to Kaleeth as he moved. "It might help to keep your thoughts with Ahnasha and Fendros while we need to help them. I don't know whether it helps control or whether it's pack instinct, but staying determined like this helps me with the temptations sometimes. It will be worth a try. And Kaleeth..." Janius put a hand on Kaleeth's shoulder and stopped for a moment, "You're doing well." He gave a smile and resumed to catch up with Lorag.
Go time.
Shiva practically leaped up the rungs of the ladder and made it to her feet behind Shuo as he gunned down the last patroller. The bright flash that Rareth's fusion grenade made was more than enough of a diversion to execute her own plan. Drawing her weapong, she sprinted to the cover she had seen; a piller with an adjacent crate. Once under fire from Shuo, the last group dove for cover, but were still slightly out of position in relation to Shiva. Pick a target, pull the trigger. Shiva aligned her scope with another tempu enemy and her Rebuffer near-instantly began to launch bolt after bolt of hot plasma into his side. The shock of the fire caused the man to stagger, but the shield he had equipped wasn't enough to withstand sustained fire and he suffered shots to the throat, chest and shoulder. He died before any noise could come through his radio.
Shiva obscured herself further and fired at the others without looking fully in their direction so as to suppress them. By her count there were only three left, and they were surrounded from three angles and counting. Once the initial retaliatory barrage seemed to wane, Shiva poked her head out and scanned down her scope for another target.
Shiva practically leaped up the rungs of the ladder and made it to her feet behind Shuo as he gunned down the last patroller. The bright flash that Rareth's fusion grenade made was more than enough of a diversion to execute her own plan. Drawing her weapong, she sprinted to the cover she had seen; a piller with an adjacent crate. Once under fire from Shuo, the last group dove for cover, but were still slightly out of position in relation to Shiva. Pick a target, pull the trigger. Shiva aligned her scope with another tempu enemy and her Rebuffer near-instantly began to launch bolt after bolt of hot plasma into his side. The shock of the fire caused the man to stagger, but the shield he had equipped wasn't enough to withstand sustained fire and he suffered shots to the throat, chest and shoulder. He died before any noise could come through his radio.
Shiva obscured herself further and fired at the others without looking fully in their direction so as to suppress them. By her count there were only three left, and they were surrounded from three angles and counting. Once the initial retaliatory barrage seemed to wane, Shiva poked her head out and scanned down her scope for another target.
It was for two reason now that Sabine was getting anxious. Each moment that Meesei wasn't present was a moment longer that Nuulanth had to hold on, but at the same time she kept trying to think that Meesei was going to come back at any minute. What had happened?
Kaleeth's predicament had been distracting enough that by the time Janius noticed how long Meesei was taking, he couldn't think of why. It had to have been something bad, he knew that much.
When Vinaremo confronted them about it, both Janius and Sabine didn't know exactly what to say. They both looked to Lorag. Their first instinct was to go after her to find her, but that decision was really in the hands of Meesei's second in command, as it were.
Kaleeth's predicament had been distracting enough that by the time Janius noticed how long Meesei was taking, he couldn't think of why. It had to have been something bad, he knew that much.
When Vinaremo confronted them about it, both Janius and Sabine didn't know exactly what to say. They both looked to Lorag. Their first instinct was to go after her to find her, but that decision was really in the hands of Meesei's second in command, as it were.
Janius slowly brought his good arm up around Kaleeth and creased his brow worriedly. "Kaleeth, I know this is difficult, and I won't force you to do anything, but if you need to turn, this is probably the best time to do so. The fresh meat on hand means it will only last a few minutes. We don't know how much longer we'll be cooped up in the cult's lair, even after this task. If you were to transform inside there, it would be worse for everyone, especially you." Janius placed his hand on the side of her head and tried to separate enough to look at her face. "I need you to be completely honest, will you be able to make it back if you don't turn?"
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