Muttonhawk

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

There didn't appear to be any outward objections to Ri'vashi's idea. Some of the council looked to those beside them for confirmation.

Oswall didn't change his neutral look. "If we can make it convincing, there may be some merit in that strategy. As long as it remains secret. If it is found out that we are separating our clan into smaller groups, well...there are weaknesses in that."

Darahil gave another concern. "Are we sure that no border guards will notice the influx of new traders past the border?"

"Nay," Oswall said, waving a hand. "Many people cross the border every day. The guard us not nearly as disciplined and strict as it was during the civil war."

All the while, Vera had returned to leaning in her hand. All these new developments were obviously causing her stress. "We have soldiers and we have warm clothing. We can get the gold if we...uproot what we have here." She sighed and looked up to Meesei. "I...this is not an easy thing, Meesei. There are a lot of things that we don't know about this. But...I trust your judgement. We can work out details all day, but I just need to hear it from you with certainty. Are you confident that this is the right path to take?"

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Fendros responded to Ahnasha with a raised eyebrow. He found it curious, not because the Altmer was so devoted as to lay down his life and the lives of his companions for Hermeus Mora, but because he was so nonchalant about it. He made it sound like an inconvenience, more than anything.

Vera gave the Altmer a dubious look. She glanced to Meesei, and then back to the robed cultists. "I'm afraid I can't just let you go immediately." She laid her fingers, without a sound, on the edge of the table in front of her and spoke with as much poise as she could muster. "Thank you for delivering this message and for your input. You will stay under guard in a single guest room while we discuss your fate. You should hear our judgement before the end of the day, but for now..." Vera inhaled a deep breath through her nose, straightening her back as she did. "We have much to discuss."

With a wave of her hand and a "Take them away, please," to the guards, Vera had he council room return to its more private setting.

While Vera was rubbing her temples, the others returned to their seats and Darahil spoke to break the silence. "This is likely a better option than most we might have, regarding our exodus. Dwemer ruins are known for their vast available space, strong fortifications and...unique defences." His arms folded into their familiar position. "If Mora has not cut a deal with Vile -- and that is the less likely situation here -- it might save more lives than anything else."

"Moving that many people through Skyrim, and Windhelm no less, will be dangerous," Oswall added. "The mountains are as tall as the Jerrals, if not taller. They are prone to avalanches, infested with wraiths, wisps, and trolls. Not to mention, getting our clan over the border may run us across Imperial patrols." Oswall glanced over to Meesei's pack. "It will not be so simple to sail, either. Not without specialised ships and crew to navigate the floating ice."

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay Mk.II

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Toun Fangirl No.1: Say, Overlordusperfctus Toun, can you show me the Perfect form of reproduction? Here. Right now.

@Kho

There are Toun fangirls now!?! Who could that possibly be-

Oh...

Don't answer that question.

EDIT:

Vestec: 'Why Toun...have I ever told you how....Perfect your eye is?

@Rtron

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay Mk.II

I would volunteer Toun to sire the Riddler there, if only to see how someone would convince him to do so. The improvement theme seems to fit there, at least.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

The council leaned in to see the location of this promised safe-haven. Those who were standing stepped up to the table to look over the shoulders of others.

"Dwemer. The missing dwarves?" Vera at least understood that much, but she wasn't any more sure of the situation. She leaned back in her seat and leaned her forehead on her wrist.

Darahil sat up straight and breathed in, but he stopped as his eyes found the robed servants still in front of them.

Vera took notice, turning her head to the Altmer and trying to level her tone. "Is there anything you can tell us about this place?"

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay Mk.II

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Some doctors actually use plasma in order to heal bones and ligaments back to their original state. Problem is, it's expensive as all hell and only reserved for people who have absolutely torn their meniscus or stuff like that xD

So basically pro MMA fighters and that one rich dude who tried to ride an ATV backwards and had it flip over.

@Frettzo

Welp, sounds like you've got two options...

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

By this point, the initial shock of Mora's arrival was beginning to wear off. Vera in particular was uncomfortable with what she was hearing. This daedric prince was asserting all of these things regarding her clan, half of which she didn't understand.

Vera leaned over the side of her seat towards Meesei, switching her eyes between the strange sphere and Meesei's face. "Champion, I don't understand," she hissed as if she could confide without the mass of eyes and tentacles listening in. "Deep elves? Attunement sphere? What is going on?"

"What will happen?" Everyone's attention was drawn to one voice that spoke out without fear. Oswall had his head angled forward into a serious expression at the eye that stared at him. It was unclear whether his courage was rash or justified. "If Clavicus vile harvests our souls and succeeds, what will happen?"

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Meesei's composure in in the face of something so otherworldly was nothing short of astounding to onlookers. While there was no apparent intention of violence, everyone remained on-edge.

Sabine, having been taught about Daedric princes in the past to at least a rudimentary degree, gave Meesei a very worried look upon Mora's statement. Thus Daedric prince may not have been interested in conflict, but it had a reputation for trapping mortals in places from which there was no escape.

Of course, Sabine was too terrified to respond. No one else really knew what to say.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Sabine smiled. "Okay. I will find you afterwards."

Newt and Rhazii had already been dropped off with the the rest of the children for teaching for the day, so the pack did not have to delay any further before leaving for the meeting.

The meeting itself was nothing short of eerie at first. The intruders were not anyone that either Meesei's pack or the council recognised. The way they moved and spoke was unnatural -- almost unliving. The huge tome that the Altmer presented did not give any further clues until it was opened.

Everyone, even Darahil, was shocked into jumping at what poured forth from the Altmer's book. Sabine shrieked and charged a magical ward. Fendros and Oswall outright stood up from their seats and drew their weapons, backing away from the eyes and tentacles that seemed to follow them to take up more and more space. Janius stood up as well, but kept his knees sprung. Vera was shocked into paralysis, her eyes almost popping out at the eye in front of her and her hands clinging to the arms of her seat.

The panic brought on by the being's appearance did not subside after its introduction. The monstrosity before them, Fendros and Sabine recognised, was a Daedric Prince. This one was lesser-known, but its reputation was neither good nor evil. This one was tied to fate and memory. In coincidence to its theme, the appearance of this prince brought only more questions to Sabine and Fendros' minds beyond the immediate fear they held.

All were silent, save for their fast breathing. Meesei was addressed and they didn't dare interrupt.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

There wasn't much talk after Meesei explained further. Everyone was trying to work out who the visitors could be. By the time the armoured guards stopped by, everyone knew what their news was before it was spoken.

The pack stood up slowly, wiped their hands, and packed away whatever utensils they were using. Sabine gave Peiter a glance where he sat, and a look when she was ready to move. She leaned forward to look at his face and murmured, "Do you want to come along?"

Sabine didn't mind either way. She was easygoing in her tone.

"Black robes. That doesn't say much." Janius spoke as if avoiding that they all had some good ideas of the identity of these new characters. Some of the possibilities were not pleasant to consider. Janius addressed the guard before they all started moving. "What did these people look like, apart from their robes?"