Muttonhawk

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Oswall gave a determined frown and a nod. "Then I do not believe we shall be lacking in numbers. What an excellent opportunity to show Vile the consequences of bringing more beast spirits into this world!"

Unfortunately, Oswall's enthusiasm lasted only as long as it took Meesei to address Vera's worry. Meesei took her time wording a response, and Vera took her time to respond. She had heard Meesei's account of their forging an alliance with Molag Bal. By her averted, fearful eyes, she was evidently trying to find some other way to exclude Molag Bal.

She breathed out, giving up. "I hope you are correct, Meesei. Molag Bal may be an ally, but his domain is cruelty."

"If Molag Bal should make unreasonable demands, Meesei, just remember why we are fighting." Darahil peered up from his head angled forward. "Do not let him corrupt that. No matter what other cost we must wear."

It was not often that Darahil spoke to anything more than cold pragmatism. If he was speaking from such sincere concern, then Meesei could be certain that everyone else was invested in her proposals, despite their worries. The hope of a conclusion had grown quickly.

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

Yeah, the first arc synopsis is a great preventative measure against sudden-onset writer's block.

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whip me

@Lauder

*Fans face* Take it to PMs, you two.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Vera was past the point of raising concerns of sanity with the invasion of a plane of Oblivion. Her curt nods to the sigil stones and the entry via Hircine's Hunting Grounds were joined only with ever-growing worry in her brow. The last detail of the axe caused her to press the side of her white-clenched fist to her lips.

"If anyone can bring a great number of people to the Hunting Grounds, it is you, champion," Darahil spoke. "However, the Hunting Grounds are not a place to stage an army for any time longer than absolutely necessary. We shall need to be there only as long as it takes to open the portal to Vile's realm. I should not need to say why."

Vera interrupted. "It's not that." She closed her eyes. "Molag-Bal will know why we need what we need. He'll ask for something in return. Something he knows we will be forced to supply him. I can only hope it is not something that will make our victory in this war pyrrhic. Or, in the end, tainted beyond meaning."

Finally, Oswall brought his own point forward. "We should know, before the end, whether those invading will return if they are successful. At the very least, I would not have more lycan souls being delivered to Vile's lap if we cannot finish him. But any volunteers would have to understand if they are paying their lives when they set foot outside of Mundus."

The council did not leave Meesei much room to answer the questions in isolation. Although such a plan was inevitably going to cause these issues to rise.

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

For man cannot live by bread alone, but hummus is quite another matter.

Brb, recovering from fatal hysterics.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Damn, sounds cool. Sounds complicated, too. I think I left Minecraft back near when potions were introduced, so I'd be lost either way.

Anyway, I might be a bit busy today, so I probably won't get a post in for another few hours. Just a heads-up.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

"Very well," Darahil stiffly nodded. "As long as the Thalmor representative is not going to be a rogue element in this case, we may operate without worry, I shall assume. If we need all the resources we have, I suggest that our Imperial contact provide what he can. If we are to lead the effort to stop Vile, it is in the Empire's interests to help us. Although, I hope they do not undercut our efforts either."

Pierette finally spoke up, albeit apprehensively. "Even with our infrastructure, informing everyone and gathering our forces without showing our hand will take some time. Supporting our gathered strength shall also be a difficulty, with supplies and such." She looked to Meesei. "How long do you expect this search for the Rueful Axe to take?"

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

Ladies and gentlemen, I present the reason I haven't been working on my post tonight:



(Feel free to replace the pictures if you would like. They are a bit munted, I will admit.)

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

No worries, I've been doing other stuff today anyway. That server sounds like fun! What mods have you guys been playing with?

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Meesei's reasoning had Vera running her fingers down her face. While the shock of Meesei's proposal was still present, she sat quietly to think, giving pause for Ri'vashi to comment. She eyed Ri'vashi, holding her hands together over her chin.

Oswall was still, staring at the table in front of him with a deep frown. Darahil only betrayed his visage with a long, telling blink. Pierrete was silently pleading with her stare at Vera. Tola held a dagger by the blade, levering out splinters from the table's surface idly.

The answer was clear in Vera's mind.

"We have all lost so much to this war." Her low voice softened the room. "Friends. Family...Loved ones. Even with the upper hand, precarious as it is, none of us can see the end of it. There are always more hunters to fight. More clans in danger. More of that gas." Her eyes flicked up to Meesei. "We have come too long to trip up and fail now. But we have been fighting for so long that waiting for a miracle would be eternal." She took in a slow breath through her mouth. "I would not know what the end of this fight would look like if I tried to imagine it. But I trust you. We all trust you. You have not proposed a plan half-baked without certainty before, so I cannot assume this is the case. We would hear the details, of course. However, if you can end this, once and for all, none of us will allow you to try unless you had everything possible at your disposal." She raised her voice. "Do I speak for the council's consensus!?"

Usually, the council's response to a proposed ruling was to take turns declaring their agreement.

This time, they all spoke at once. "Aye!"

The room was silent once more.

"We will all be depending on you, champion." Vera spoke low and severe once more. "What do you need from us? Tell us everything."

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Vera looked at Ri'vashi on her left, then Oswall and Darahil on her right, then switched back to the rest of the council. They did not have any trace of understanding, and she reflected as much to Meesei in her incredulous expression.

She gathered her words as carefully as she could. "Champion...Meesei. You know we all trust you. We know what you are capable of and that you have saved the lives of countless lycans across the entire continent. In that light, you must understand..." She shook her head and spread her arms, a strain on her expression. Sincere, whispered words emerged. "What you are suggesting sounds nothing short of insane. I cannot profess to have as much knowledge on the nature of Daedric Princes as you or this Areldril, but even on face value, using an axe to stroll up and hurt our patron enemy will require more than a quick word. Please, tell me you have more to hear you out on in this."

"And the Dominion," Darahil added. "I would prefer to know what exactly the measures were that you took with their representative. When you are ready to answer."