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    Kivuli_The_Khajit

    Werewolf Queen of Skyrim
    "I'm here to let you vent before you lash out at anyone. Just tell me your troubles." Lazzie replies, calm as ever.

    "We would have to check anything, this is true. Something about this guy isn't clicking though. He hasn't acted all elitist, as he only demeaned those who were aggressive first. He didn't call Rolard a beast until the Breton attacked, and he didn't taunt Tobias until our brother taunted him first. He hasn't acted all hoity toity or proud, if anything he's a skittish mouse hiding behind a terrible tiger mask when threatened. And if he is to be believed, he let Eilonwy run away from Summerset knowing he'd pay dearly for it and still didn't tattle."
     

    Zelda

    Princess of Hyrule
    Rayyia nodded her head, but was still frustrated. "My... this is a tricky situation. Whether to trust a Thalmor or not. He gives us some pretty trustworthy claims... but hasn't multiple members of the Thalmor? He did let Eilonwy go free though... something I am sure she is thankful for." Her eyes glanced to the peaceful mage, underneath all the furs.

    "I agree," The Rednord said, turning to face the female Khajiiti. The Thalmor was definitely a rare case; enough to make Rayyia's head hurt from the pondering of thoughts. "What should we do?"

    The Altmer shifted very faintly underneath the furs, her eyes fluttering open. She felt absolutely cozy underneath the furs and beside the fire. Her eyes glanced around hazily, before they focused on the people speaking. Now she remembered.

    She rose up, holding her head. "Ah..." she lightly groaned, trying to speak. Her head felt much better than before, along with her body, but her head still echoed with slight twitches of pain. Too much magic at once was responsible; plus the emotions, of course. She looked around again, still holding her head as she tried to process everything and bring her mind back to the present events with the Thalmor in the cave with the others.
     

    Archer Drake

    Parkour Enthusiast
    Tobias growled, "My problems? I don't need some filthy Thalmor reminding me of what I am! I am an Abomination with difficulty focusing. My own mother threw me to the streets!

    My entire life has been nothing but an upward struggle, and even now I find that others only see me for a half-witted freak incapable of taking care of himself!

    You're proof of that right now. Do you come running to Wolf any time he gets upset?"


    Ryder nodded, "I suppose. Though, everything still seems all too convenient. But I still can't figure out why the Thalmor have a Khajiit working for them. The Thalmor are more xenophobic than the Nords."
     

    Kivuli_The_Khajit

    Werewolf Queen of Skyrim
    "Yes I do, because I care about him. I don't like seeing people in any kind of pain. And I don't see you as some half-wit freak, obviously you've already shown yer not much different than the rest of us." Lazzie calmly states to Tobias. "And yer not the only one judged regularly for having the look or blood of a breed stereotyped to be dumb savages either."

    "He doesn't look fully Khajiit either. Ears point up too much and he has an Altmer's eye shape and body tint. Like Lazzie has an Orc's body tint and pointy ears." Kaz replies, eyeing Rydar. "Doesn't smell fully Khajiit either. Like Kiv has a faint Argonian smell and you have a faint Khajiiti smell."

    Falion gently lays a hand on Eilonwy. "Don't move so quickly, you're still woozy from low magicka."
     

    Keidivh

    Noble exile of High Rock
    "It doesn't matter what race you are to the Thalmor. All are simply tools to be used, and the Khajiti are firmly under the grip of the Dominion. In truth it makes sense if they have agents from Elswyr." Rolard chimed in on the discussion, not truly giving a damn about what he was or why he was the Thalmor. The fact was he was Thalmor, that was all that mattered.

    "And I believe there could be a solution to this conundrum of what to do with the lad. He says he was going off back to report to his superiors. To my ears, it sounds like there are a gathering of the scum waiting to be killed. Let have us have the boy lead us to them, and if he assists us, helps kill his brethren, then we can trust him." It was a grim plan, downright near sadistic, but it made sense. Thalmor were a plague upon Thedas, and every Thalmor agent they could remove meant one more family who may be spared their horror. Pacing over to Falion, he drew his sword, guiding the Khajits hand away with the flat of the blade.

    "How about you keep your claws off everyone until we know you're not one of them, eh lad?" Rolard stated with a little less venom in his voice than usual, although was still nowhere near friendly. "I'm sure you overheard the dicsussion. You speak of wanting freedom, away from the grip of the Thalmor? It is yours, if you have the balls to seize it. The only price is the blood of those you serve."

    He then looked over to Eil who had finally woke up, offering a smile that seemed odd alongside the bloody plan he hatched. "Easy now mi'lady, don't go trying to heal everyone before you regain consciousness."
     

    Kivuli_The_Khajit

    Werewolf Queen of Skyrim
    Falion actually takes a moment to think that over. "You guys sure you're up to wiping out my squadron? We're talking hundreds-of-years-old mages who can rip reality apart at their leisure."

    "You're actually considering wiping out your own?" Kivuli pipes up, surprised at how seriously the Khajiitmer was taking this.

    "Nobody in the Thalmor cares about me. Why should I care about them? Life on the inside is no better than life on the outside. Those who claim it is are either sadistic monsters or delusional liars. None of which I care to be."
     

    Keidivh

    Noble exile of High Rock
    The Breton looked over the young Khajitmer carefully for a few moments, looking for any sign of deception and trickery. Seeming to be satisfied, a vicious grin formed on his face. "Lad, if there's even a chance we can cut down those Divine forsaken murderers it is worth the risk." If Falion was speaking true, they may have a real chance at cutting down an entire squadron of Thalmor. The mere thought brought joy to the ex-noble's heart.

    "If you help us pull this off lad, and we might just become friends. Or at the very least I'll have less of an urge to kill you." At least the last part sounded to be in jest.

    Of course there was the issue of the injured Argonian and Eilonwy, neither of whom he imagined could stand long in a fight

    "If we do this so, it may be best if we leave someone behind to watch over the wounded, dragging them out to fight Thalmor would be a death sentence."
     

    Kivuli_The_Khajit

    Werewolf Queen of Skyrim
    Kivuli eyes Falion. "If you do this, I'll have a safe house set up for you in Markarth in case any survive and sell you out to the higher ups in the Thalmor."

    "It's a deal then." Taking note of the chest, Falion heads over to it and opens it up. He didn't want to give himself away as the traitor to the Thalmor just yet in the fight, to keep a larger target from falling upon those so willing to help him to freedom. He smiles slightly upon finding a clean set of black hooded robes with a nice destruction enchantment on them. He continues his search, finding a ring with a magicka regen buff on it and another Amulet of Akatosh.

    Kaz eyes the group, then Rydar. "Rydar, you okay with staying behind on guard duty?" He inquires before looking woozy for a second, focus slipping on resisting the urge to feast on everyone in the room.
     

    Zelda

    Princess of Hyrule
    //OCC: Sorry this one is a bit lengthy! Just character building-

    Looking around, while still a bit uneasy, the mage was able to smile back weakly to the Breton. The group continued to discuss the future plans to wipe out a group of the Thalmor. While it was risky, it was surely worth the fight. With so many running rampant and quickly taking powerful positions, an opportunity like that was extremely rare.

    Rayyia was purely excited. A chance for her to take out some awful Thalmor? Count her in! She'd almost suggested bringing her band of bandits along with her; however, she dismissed the thought. If The Flames were captured, her only family would be goners and it would be all her fault. Rather, she'd make sure that they were safe.

    She was already captured once from wandering alone, but that was from the vampirism freak. She was only gone for a few days, which was normal for groups of The Flames to do so every now and then. She just hoped she would return to see them once again.

    Eilonwy on the other hand, was a bit... indecisive about the idea. She was still a bit woozy, but it was nothing a few magicka potions couldn't fix....... right? But again, she had her entire future hanging on the thread of surviving the battle with the Thalmor. Even if the Thalmor lost; who was to say a few of her own group of outcasts were to be killed or captured?

    Did she want to risk it all for that? Though, she wanted to help; make a difference in the war-stricken land of Skyrim. She didn't want to a be a hassle, but she wanted to prove herself that she could withstand the constant use of magic; especially to her professors at the college.

    "Count me in for some Thalmor slaughter~!" Rayyia mused, twirling her dagger between her fingers as her other hand rested on her hip. "Count me in as well," Eilonwy added, which gained an instantaneous turn of the head from the Rednord.

    The feisty young woman walked over and knelt down to her, shaking her head. "No," Rayyia responded in a quiet tone, about to stand up. "Do not tell me what I can and cannot do Rayyia," Eilonwy persisted. Yes, Eilonwy was older by a year and usually guided Rayyia; but this time, Rayyia was attempting to sway Eilonwy away from danger.

    "Just go back home to Dawnstar; sell your potions or whatever. Or go back to the college and tell them what is going on. You are in no condition to go and these people know." Rayyia spoke in a hushed tone, trying to keep the argument private.

    "I am very capable of myself. I am now well rested, and I will drink potions on the way. This is important and I need to go." "Just because you had a rush of adrenaline when you were shooting your destruction spells doesn't mean you can waltz around and do the same to the other Thalmor members" "I know how the Thalmor work. I grew up with them." "You are still in no condition to go. You have never killed anyone in your life either."

    The Altmer mage opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out. Surprisingly, for how Tamriel is, she hadn't... that she knew of. Yes, she has placed runes in scary places and defended herself for those who attacked first, but she has never intentionally took the life of another that was alive and not of the undead or a beast or an animal.

    "You're too sweet for those things Eilonwy..." "I am going. No one will tell me otherwise." Eilonwy spoke, her eyes staring into the fire beside her.
     

    Kivuli_The_Khajit

    Werewolf Queen of Skyrim
    Kivuli gets up and heads over to Eilonwy. "Are you sure? Not meaning to be rude, but having you freeze up over harming your own breed is not going to help this group get out of this attack alive and uncaptured. Murder isn't for everyone, after all." She eyes Eilonwy, eyes searching for any sign of discomfort or queasiness. She may be the best assassin in the Dark Brotherhood, but Kivuli knew she can't keep dropping what she's doing to protect someone else who just got in way over their head when they thought they could handle it. "I like you a bit, kiddo. I'd hate to see a sane-lookin' Altmer go get herself killed because she had to go proving herself too soon."

    Kaz groans slightly, lost in his head while fighting back the urge to feast on all the delicious beings with beating hearts all around him. Hundreds of years and it still was no easier to maintain control over the desire to feed.
    (LOVELY post hun!)
     

    Archer Drake

    Parkour Enthusiast
    Tobias sighed, his anger fading, "I...I'm sorry. I over-reacted, and I shouldn't have spoken to you like that. I never realized you were treated like that Lazzie."

    Wolf simply watched Kivuli. While he had no intention of fighting a squadron of Thalmor, he had to follow Kivuli's orders. Truth be told, he thought it was a foolish plan. The group was laughably out numbered by even a small squadron, yet they held less than an inkling of doubt. Instead of openly insulting the idea, he attempted to use the group's energy to create a sound plan.

    "If you're hellbent on fighting a group of Thalmor, I suppose I cannot stop you. However, I would strongly advise that we come up with a more thought out plan than rip and tear."

    Rialas, who had been deathly quiet argued against the thought of staying behind, "If you're going, I will be coming along as well. You need a skilled marksman to watch your backs."

    Ryder was about to retort when he noticed Kazasha glazing over in bloodlust. He slowly helped the ravenous vampire outside, setting him down on a rock.

    "Father? You look close to going feral. Can I do anything to help?"
     

    Kivuli_The_Khajit

    Werewolf Queen of Skyrim
    Lazzie offers Tobias a smile. "It's alright. I've dealt with worse than what you dished out. Don't think you could consciously top being chased out by the Nords in Windhelm at sword- and broken bottle-point."

    Kivuli nods to Wolf. "Of course, Wolf. Going in all rage and hellfire is a quick way to get us all killed. I just want to make sure I know how many of us are up to the task before we start on an actual plan."

    Kaz eyes Rydar, knocked out of his thoughts by his son removing him from the cave of temptation. "I don't know, I haven't fed in a few days and all this talk about fighting and bloodshed is driving me crazy." He groans, sitting on the rock and rubbing his forehead. "Ha, you'd think that after centuries of this it'd get easier to fend off the bloodlust. But it doesn't, tis just as ravenous now as it was my first day as a vampire."
     

    Keidivh

    Noble exile of High Rock
    Rolard was relieved to see so many were eager to spill Thalmor blood. Generally Rolard would hesitate to lead folk in battle against such a foe. Hate them or not, the Thalmor were deadly, and any fight with them would likely bring death. But these people were hardened killers, some even monsters in their own right. If anyone could confront Thalmor, it would be these folk.

    Well most everyone, but upon hearing the Altmer toss in her name he immediately had concerns. She was weakened, exhausted from captivity. More than that, she had never killed anyone. Ever. Not once. How could he bring someone who had never truly killed to battle with the most ruthless mortal enemies in Thedas? He'd be damning her to death. "Forgive me for interfering, but Rayyia and Kiv are right Eilonwy. You may know Thalmor, but I know what it is to fight against them. It will be a bloody fight, and chances are not everyone will walk away from it. You are recovering. What's more is you haven't killed anyone before, and that isn't a bad thing... Look around, each of us here live with death on a daily basis. Don't force such a life on yourself." He wasn't sure what reaction he'd get from her, especially considering they just met. But innocence was a rare thing, and being the person to take that away, to make someone kill for the first time. It didn't feel right.

    "And don't worry lads, I wouldn't suggest such a potentially fatal idea without a few ideas. My suggestion is this, let our new companion Falion here take me hostage, present me to the Thalmor. I can assure you that this will distract the fools, long enough for the rest of you to get in position and take down as many as you can before battle begins in earnest. From there... Well, we fight for our lives." It was a fairly simple plan, but the capture of one of the last Seton's would distract even the ever vigilant Thalmor. However they wouldn't buy it they passed it off as Falion single handedly bringing down the ex-noble warrior. But if he was already injured...

    "Hey Kaz, what would you say to giving me some none fatal wounds?"
     

    Kivuli_The_Khajit

    Werewolf Queen of Skyrim
    Kiv gives Rolard a wary glance. "I don't think Kaz is in the right headspace for that. He might lose his mind a bit at the sight of you bleeding, given how fidgety he's been getting throughout this little chat."

    "They won't completely buy it if I'm not wounded at all either." Falion points out, getting up. "I'll need to be gashed up too."
     

    Zelda

    Princess of Hyrule
    Listening to all the different suggestion were generally accepting to Eilonwy; except for the suggestions to leave her behind. First Rayyia, then Kivuli, and then Rolard? The mage stood up, facing those who were suggesting her to not go. She was very wise for age; however, she was willing to test her own wisdom in order to make a difference. She knew they wouldn't allow her to go; she knew Rayyia enough that the bandit might knock her out and tie her up just to make sure she stays in the cave.

    "I... see that I would not be... of use," she spoke, choosing her words carefully as her voice sounded a bit peculiar in tone. "So I shall return home... and go about my business just as I had planned before my kidnapping." She nodded her head, taking out a magicka potion as she began to walk. "It was nice meeting you all! Perhaps we could... keep in touch?" she suggested, giving a small smile as she walked out, drinking the potion.

    She was not leaving the group, and no Daedric Prince could change that. She would stalk the group, or at least find out where they are going, and help there. She knew they were smart; assassins, Khajiiti that could pick up a scent from afar. She would have to try her best, and she was willing to. She fought many creatures, but was yet to kill a living being. While her heart was confronted, her mind was fine with the ordeal. A coldness that dwells within her was willing to cold-heartedly murder the Thalmor.

    They are parasites to her; simply getting in the way of her research. Even if she were to ignore the Thalmor and continue her research... who is to say the Thalmor will not intrude and destroy or take away her precious knowledge? That was something she was willing to fight for. It was the reason she left her damned family in the first place. She disliked talking about it; and even Rayyia does not know the whole story. But for her, she was willing to fight for peace if it meant future knowledge and wisdom. She walked away from the cave, before drinking another magicka potion, and waited for the group the leave the cave.

    Rayyia was glad Eilonwy had left; while she knew what she was capable in battle, she was still very protective of her friend. Listening to the suggestions of plans, Rayyia agreed with pretty much all of them. "Seems like a fine plan to me~," she mused, twirling her dagger once more, smirking. She was definitely ready to destroy the Thalmor; and as many as she could.
     

    Archer Drake

    Parkour Enthusiast
    Tobias chuckled, taking note of Ryder and Kazasha. "I don't want to know what happened to cause that. Come on," he said, "We should probably return to the others."

    Wolf nodded, glad Kivuli had decided to listen to reason. He had to admit that, while bull-headed at times, she was clever and understood the risks assosciated with a daring move like this. However, the othes were getting a touch too ambitious.

    "Rolard, I understand the concept behind wounding yourself. However, I have to point out that any believable wounds will significantly hinder your abilities in combat. Perhaps there is another plan that does not involve compromising an otherwise battle-ready individual."

    To that, Rialas chuckled, "Perhaps I can be of greater use then. I am already wounded from a struggle with the Nord man, and those wounds are authentic. What if I remove these bandages and take Rolard's place as the decoy?"

    Wolf nodded in agreement, but a frown soon creased his features. "It's possible that...I don't believe I've caught your name."

    "Rialas. Rialas Oakthorn."


    "Right. It's possible that Rialas could serve as a decoy. But as Rolard mentioned, he is a much higher value target than Rialas, and would better distract the gate guards. In addition, we would lose our only archer for the initial part of the attack."

    Rialas nodded, "But you risk weakening an otherwise strong fighter otherwise. Which, due to our small numbers, could be a potentially fatal mistake. I also want to point out that Falion and I are physically the most alike, making his claim of taking me down less suspect."

    Ryder nodded, living around vampires most of his life had shown him just how difficult it was to control the urge to feed. Hunger was a very powerful motivator.

    "Give me a moment Father, I may have seen something that could help." He strode back into the cave, only catching a few words about a decoy. What were they planning? Ryder shook the thought from his head as he walked to the storage room deep inside the cave. He'd squeezed his way inside the cave through a small hole in the roof, ending up in what he assumed was a mess hall. The three bodies of the bandits still lay in their contorted positions, a fresh layer of snow clinging to their backs.

    He quickly spied the ornate bottles he was looking for, Potions of Blood. Vampires always had these on hand. He returned to Kazasha with two of the potions in his hands, "Will these suffice?"
     
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    Kivuli_The_Khajit

    Werewolf Queen of Skyrim
    Kivuli, as Eilonwy left the cave, handed the Altmer mage a small sack of supplies. "Be careful now. If you ever find yourself in Dawnstar, ask for me and the villagers will point you to me. Stay away from Markarth, as Altmer aren't trusted there. You will be abused if you go there to find me." She warns before facing Wolf and Rialas. "Perhaps I could play the wounded? If I can get away from the thick of the fighting, then I can have myAtronachs and Bonemen in the horde while I snipe from afar. I know I'm a pretty big prize, a Stormcloak hybrid who also leads the Dark Brotherhood. They get me, the Brotherhood's at their beck and call."

    Lazzie chuckles a bit. "C'mon then." She motions fo Tobias to follow as she heads back for the cave.

    Kaz groans a bit, then glances up at Eilonwy as she exited the cave. "Where you going?"
     

    Zelda

    Princess of Hyrule
    As Eilonwy was about to exit, she was surprised by the kindness Kivuli was bringing her. Not that she was surprised that she was kind, but rather surprised that she was willing to give such kindness to someone she just met. The mage smiled more genuinely that time, taking the supplies. "Thank you Kivuli." she spoke softly, before turning around and exiting the cave.

    There were both positives and negatives that came with the brainstorming of plans. It was a definite struggle to decide what to do, who would be the "captive", and what the next steps would be to follow through. Rayyia struggled to decide who would be great for the job of being the captive. She would offer, but she knew that if she were to be injured purposely, she had no abilities to fight afterwards. She knew she would be of better help to not do so.

    "So many great options..." Rayyia commented, a bit frustrated with herself on who to choose. They all had negative and positive qualities with each "captive", and when inflicting injury, less fighting for them would follow. All of the people who stood in the cave were great fighters, and it was sad to see that one of them had to be the stronger one and still fight through with purposeful wounds.

    As Eilonwy was trudging through the snow once more, she lifted her golden-blonde-covered head to see Kaz. "I'm... I am leaving for home." Her voice had a tint of sadness to it, although, she was still going to follow the group to fight anyway. The woman tilted her head a bit, a bit of concern filling her face. "Are you doing alright out here?" she asked softly. It wasn't exactly comfy-cozy in the cold outside.
     

    Kivuli_The_Khajit

    Werewolf Queen of Skyrim
    Kaz sighs. "The cold doesn't bother me. The lack of blood does, unfortunately." He groans, head in his hands. "If we can get on with this Thalmor assault then maybe I can get some food before I lose it on you guys."

    "Hm...what do you guys think about me being the bait?"
     

    Archer Drake

    Parkour Enthusiast
    Ryder handed Kazasha the potions of blood he lifted from the mess hall. "Father, I know these aren't as good as a true feeding, but hopefully they will sate your hunger for a moment."

    Wolf stood up, "Listener, I cannot let you do that. Capable as you may be, it is a foolish idea considering how many other candidates we have."

    Tobias chimed in as well, "I agree with Wolf, the chances of the Thalmor killing you are very high. You are more valuable to them dead."

    Rialas nodded, "Send me. I am already wounded. It makes little sense to wound another."
     

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