"Of course," Janius nodded. This was a revelation for all of them, but Meesei was right. As long as they had the situation under control, it would be no help to put Runt under more pressure.
"I wonder why Runt would act in such away about a family member, does she think we would harm this relative?" Fendros asked.
Janius shrugged, "I don't think so. I think she has been with the pack for long enough to know that if anything we try to avoid running into old family. She definitely seemed to want to avoid this Ariel with a degree of distress, likely fear." Janius shook his head, "I don't know."
The atmosphere became a little more nervous as they sat and waited for time to pass. Eventually, they began to relax again as their conversation resumed.
Before too long, it was time to start moving again. Under direction of Ahnasha, the group made their way towards the last known location of the rival pack and followed their scents. Lorag and Fendros worked together on their trail, but Lorag proved his expertise even within the city. Fendros had to occasionally ask pointers from Lorag, expanding his own knowledge, but there was at least one occasion where Fendros was able to pick up a dwindling or lost trail before Lorag did. Although it may have just been Lorag making sure that Fendros was keeping up with the trail as well as he was rather than just bumbling behind him.
They followed the trail through a variety of areas that suggested a number of lines of questioning. Most of the movement was through the market, that was starting to quiet for the day, but there was a sojourn into the residential district for some reason. Perhaps they talked with someone in their own home? After following the trail for a while, the pair managed to spot the same Redguard that had been in the general store earlier that day, accompanied by a short woman, a Bosmer by the looks. They was a distance down the road from them, walking somewhere. Lorag and Fendros weren't sure whether they had bribed people for information yet, or whether they were heading to meet up with their pack, so they kept their distance and continued to follow.
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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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"Kitten?" Fendros laughed a little. When he looked back at the image of Mehrunes Dagon he saw in books, he hardly thought of the many-armed, destructive and furious humanoid creature as akin to a kitten. Perhaps there was some truth in it, though. Kittens are sometimes the cause of destruction without thought of consequence, if at a smaller scale than a daedric prince. Ahnasha did dodge the question somewhat, but maybe it was that she simply didn't know what her original fate was. She was lucky in that regard, Fendros thought.
Fendros was going to inquire how both Aedra and Daedra seemed to be mixed into the Khajiit pantheon, but was interrupted by Janius returning with a look across his face that Fendros couldn't quite read. Was the other pack on the move? What happened? Fendros raised a hand to greet him, but returned a questioning look.
Janius was inconsistent with his tone, as if trying not to sound like he had made a mistake. "Alpha, I... accidentally ran into our forewarned apothecary. -Don't be alarmed, I don't think she recognised me as a lycan or anything." Janius raised both hands to try and stop any backlash arising, "I was trying to find a bookshop, and couldn't read the signs, I just... stepped in. She spoke Imperial, so I asked her directions. That wasn't the strange thing though." Janius shook his head and lowered his hands, "The shop was Montgrave remedies. That's Runt's last name isn't it? Well, this apothecary, Ariel was her name, she was the spitting image of Runt, but a few years older. I think the apothecary might be related to her."
Fendros was going to inquire how both Aedra and Daedra seemed to be mixed into the Khajiit pantheon, but was interrupted by Janius returning with a look across his face that Fendros couldn't quite read. Was the other pack on the move? What happened? Fendros raised a hand to greet him, but returned a questioning look.
Janius was inconsistent with his tone, as if trying not to sound like he had made a mistake. "Alpha, I... accidentally ran into our forewarned apothecary. -Don't be alarmed, I don't think she recognised me as a lycan or anything." Janius raised both hands to try and stop any backlash arising, "I was trying to find a bookshop, and couldn't read the signs, I just... stepped in. She spoke Imperial, so I asked her directions. That wasn't the strange thing though." Janius shook his head and lowered his hands, "The shop was Montgrave remedies. That's Runt's last name isn't it? Well, this apothecary, Ariel was her name, she was the spitting image of Runt, but a few years older. I think the apothecary might be related to her."
Heh, sorry about that. If there are any gaps in the lore from the references we have, let me know and we can just fill it with whatever we come up with to suit the RP.
Fendros nodded. So she has had similar concerns. Not knowing for sure must be even more terrifying, he thought. In a way, Fendros felt as if he wasn't so saddened by his fate because he believed that he could somehow find a way to release the curse, but he had become so attached to the pack, especially Ahnasha. It refreshed his own fears that he felt when he wrote the letter to his brother a month ago. Now, his previous hope had been extinguished for reasons he could never have predicted. Or had it? Perhaps he would at least get an audience with Hircine before he died, to at least stop the denial.
Looking over to Ahnasha, who had been fairly quiet, Fendros became curious what her perspective was. "Is there an afterlife from Khajiit culture, Ahna? You said you've served Hircine all your life, but, what are your thoughts?"
Looking over to Ahnasha, who had been fairly quiet, Fendros became curious what her perspective was. "Is there an afterlife from Khajiit culture, Ahna? You said you've served Hircine all your life, but, what are your thoughts?"
Damn it, the posts are glitching up again.
"Indeed," Fendros' expression became a little distant at the mention of the Argonians uniting, and to the invasions that followed. He never had an attachment to his homeland like his parents did, but the bitterness of that time had influenced him though his upbringing. He didn't know whether it was contradictory that he was interested in knowing more about what he believed was the reason for his family's displacement, but he also wasn't sure whether such a contradiction mattered. It took a moment to remember that his home wasn't with his birth family anymore, he no longer had an obligation to think how they thought. Besides, if anything such a tie to their ancestors makes Argonians share a commonality with Dunmer. But if Meesei cannot return to her original home either...
"Meesei, I remember Runt mentioning to me, and reading about it elsewhere, that it is our fate as lycans to join Hircine in some kind of eternal hunting ground. If you are bound to the Hist, what then is your fate when you pass away?" Fendros asked. Perhaps Meesei has been denied joining her ancestors as Fendros has been to his.
"Meesei, I remember Runt mentioning to me, and reading about it elsewhere, that it is our fate as lycans to join Hircine in some kind of eternal hunting ground. If you are bound to the Hist, what then is your fate when you pass away?" Fendros asked. Perhaps Meesei has been denied joining her ancestors as Fendros has been to his.
"Yes, well, I'm not sure if there was a truthful form of that story passed to my family to begin with." Fendros said. It was a new concept to see magic as different from the cut-and-dry theory he was taught, but he didn't deem it impossible that there was different magic in the world than he was used to. There were certainly stranger, and harder to understand, things that have happened. Though, he didn't exactly know who these 'Psijic monks' were. Perhaps he would find out later, for now he was more interested in the Hist. "So these 'Hist', these godlike trees. What are they if not Aedra or Daedra? I've never really known what exactly they were."
"Hmm," Fendros chewed on the inside of his cheek, trying to make sense of it. "The only time I'd heard about the Hist was when my father told me about Argonians when I was a child. He had this delusion that we were going to somehow lobby the emperor to have slaves working on our estate again, just like old times." Fendros tried to recall, "He called the Hist a hive-minded, interloping force, something that gave the slaves hope. He thought the Hist were just another treacherous set of daedra. He held them in contempt, as you can probably understand. My father held most things about Argonians in contempt. If the Hist enable mages to perform such magic as Meesei can, then I'm surprised our Morrowind estate didn't get overrun faster." Fendros rubbed the side of his head to scratch an itch, he thought of a theory in that moment, "This magic of tapping into life energies, it sounds similar to absorption spells from the restoration school. I've never heard of it being innate in anyone, though. Does the Hist have a hand in teaching the magic, do you think?"
Fendros didn't quite know what to make of the big picture while Ahnasha explained it, being something so far gone from his understanding of magic, this connection with nature and such. It was still interesting to try and put the pieces together.
Fendros didn't quite know what to make of the big picture while Ahnasha explained it, being something so far gone from his understanding of magic, this connection with nature and such. It was still interesting to try and put the pieces together.
Hmm, I'm getting the same problems. I think I'll just wait a bit, see if it updates on its own.
The apothecary paused, then nodded. "Ah, the signs, right," She replied, walking out from behind the counter and up to the door, she wore a simple brown robe, a few stains down the front but nothing out of the ordinary. "I sometimes forget that not everyone learns to read the daedric runes. The bookshop is over the street, just there." She pointed to the building directly opposite from where they were standing. Janius turned his head to face it and felt like hitting himself on the head. He could see books stacked up through a window.
Without Janius noticing, the apothecary plucked a loose hair that was resting on Janius' shoulder while he was distracted, then held her hands behind her back when he faced her again. "Thank you, miss...?" Janius asked.
"Ariel. Will that be all, sir?" The apothecary said. She seemed to be much more patient than most people in the city.
Janius nodded and smiled, "yes, thank you." He strode out of the apothecary and over to the bookshop.
The bookshop was understated, but it had a surprisingly comprehensive range. While inside, Janius flipped through a few books that looked interesting, but mostly he mulled over what he had just witnessed. He would have to tell Meesei as soon as he returned. After viciously haggling down and eventually purchasing a book recounting the battle of red mountain, Janius spend some time getting to know the street layout of the city a bit better before heading back.
Fendros stifled a laugh as he followed Ahnasha down and seated himself against the wall. His mind flashed back to his little sister saying those exact words at one point, of course without the detail of climbing on rooftops. That was not something that she would have wanted to tell her nanny. "I think you'll get that wish soon enough," Fendros commented, "for what it's worth, it looks pretty on you." Fendros meant it even if the dress was nothing special. Perhaps it was just Ahnasha's peeves amusing him.
Fendros cast his eyes over to the enchantment Meesei was performing nearby. She looked like she was concentrating too hard to warrant asking her what she was doing. Instead, Fendros tilted his head toward Ahnasha. "What is it that Meesei is enchanting into those necklaces?" he asked.
Without Janius noticing, the apothecary plucked a loose hair that was resting on Janius' shoulder while he was distracted, then held her hands behind her back when he faced her again. "Thank you, miss...?" Janius asked.
"Ariel. Will that be all, sir?" The apothecary said. She seemed to be much more patient than most people in the city.
Janius nodded and smiled, "yes, thank you." He strode out of the apothecary and over to the bookshop.
The bookshop was understated, but it had a surprisingly comprehensive range. While inside, Janius flipped through a few books that looked interesting, but mostly he mulled over what he had just witnessed. He would have to tell Meesei as soon as he returned. After viciously haggling down and eventually purchasing a book recounting the battle of red mountain, Janius spend some time getting to know the street layout of the city a bit better before heading back.
Fendros stifled a laugh as he followed Ahnasha down and seated himself against the wall. His mind flashed back to his little sister saying those exact words at one point, of course without the detail of climbing on rooftops. That was not something that she would have wanted to tell her nanny. "I think you'll get that wish soon enough," Fendros commented, "for what it's worth, it looks pretty on you." Fendros meant it even if the dress was nothing special. Perhaps it was just Ahnasha's peeves amusing him.
Fendros cast his eyes over to the enchantment Meesei was performing nearby. She looked like she was concentrating too hard to warrant asking her what she was doing. Instead, Fendros tilted his head toward Ahnasha. "What is it that Meesei is enchanting into those necklaces?" he asked.
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