Melee
I'm back, bitches
The group made their way through the chilly air and falling snow to Dawnstar, just barely visible through the thick cluster of trees and foliage that made up the forest. Most were in high spirits, others were conversing in hushed tones or remaining completely silent. Alistar had doubled over a moment before, clutching his chest in pain and falling to his knees as some unknown source of pain ravaged him from the inside. Melee had been concerned instantly, and readied a healing spell as she had made her way to him, but almost as quickly as the pain had set upon Alistar, it had just as quickly vanished. He made it clear that he didn’t want to dwell on the incident that had just taken place, and Melee reluctantly withdrew her spell from her palm, still curious and concerned about what had just happened.
Einarr had made his way to the front of the group, and was walking very quickly in order to stay some distance ahead of them. By the time the rest of the group had reached the Dawnstar, Einarr was nowhere to be found and there was a steadily rising pillar of smoke coming from the far side of town. The group was so exhausted that they hardly paid any attention to it, instead choosing to go straight to the inn for some food, drink, and rest.
From the back end of the group, Melee overheard Crow speaking to Edwyn as they discussed Alistar’s behavior and Circe, openly voicing his concern about keeping her in the group. Frowning slightly, she turned her head in their direction as they continued on toward the inn. “If Alistar wanted you to know what was wrong, I’m sure he would have shared it with us by now.”
The fact that they had also decided to bring up Circe bothered her slightly. Melee did not exactly enjoy her company, but she wouldn’t tolerate the attitude Crow had, especially since he referred to her as a “creature”. She cleared her throat. “Crow, whether you like it or not, Circe is part of the group. I would advise you to just put those events behind you. She’s done nothing but help us since then.”
As they reached the steps to the inn, Melee had a sudden realization that almost stopped her dead in her tracks. Alistar’s painful expression earlier had been mulling in the back of her mind, and a chance memory of the Falmer fight in the cave shed some light on what had happened. Of course, he had been fighting as a werewolf then. How could I have forgotten? It seemed like ages had passed since then, when in reality it couldn’t have been more than a day or two ago. His werewolf side must be clawing at him and causing him pain. That explains the reaction he had earlier. Melee made a mental note to ask Alistar about it later, once they had a chance to speak more privately.
Rooms were requested, and once everyone was settled and cleaned up a bit, met back at a table in the inn to order food and figure out what their plan would be. Everyone had just received their food when Geel entered the inn and joined them, handing Alistar the reward money they had received for news about the Thane. His head kept nodding, and as he said something about translating the Thane’s journal, finally slumped onto the table as his overwhelming exhaustion took over.
Melee looked at Geel, smiling softly and looking toward Alistar. “If you’d like, I can try and translate the journal, just to give Geel a break from it.” Taking a few bites of the meat set in front of her, Melee looked around the group. “Until it’s deciphered, I don’t think we can really take much more action. I’m sure the journal will tell us just about everything we need to know. I can get started on it as soon as I’m done eating, if you’d like.”
Einarr had made his way to the front of the group, and was walking very quickly in order to stay some distance ahead of them. By the time the rest of the group had reached the Dawnstar, Einarr was nowhere to be found and there was a steadily rising pillar of smoke coming from the far side of town. The group was so exhausted that they hardly paid any attention to it, instead choosing to go straight to the inn for some food, drink, and rest.
From the back end of the group, Melee overheard Crow speaking to Edwyn as they discussed Alistar’s behavior and Circe, openly voicing his concern about keeping her in the group. Frowning slightly, she turned her head in their direction as they continued on toward the inn. “If Alistar wanted you to know what was wrong, I’m sure he would have shared it with us by now.”
The fact that they had also decided to bring up Circe bothered her slightly. Melee did not exactly enjoy her company, but she wouldn’t tolerate the attitude Crow had, especially since he referred to her as a “creature”. She cleared her throat. “Crow, whether you like it or not, Circe is part of the group. I would advise you to just put those events behind you. She’s done nothing but help us since then.”
As they reached the steps to the inn, Melee had a sudden realization that almost stopped her dead in her tracks. Alistar’s painful expression earlier had been mulling in the back of her mind, and a chance memory of the Falmer fight in the cave shed some light on what had happened. Of course, he had been fighting as a werewolf then. How could I have forgotten? It seemed like ages had passed since then, when in reality it couldn’t have been more than a day or two ago. His werewolf side must be clawing at him and causing him pain. That explains the reaction he had earlier. Melee made a mental note to ask Alistar about it later, once they had a chance to speak more privately.
Rooms were requested, and once everyone was settled and cleaned up a bit, met back at a table in the inn to order food and figure out what their plan would be. Everyone had just received their food when Geel entered the inn and joined them, handing Alistar the reward money they had received for news about the Thane. His head kept nodding, and as he said something about translating the Thane’s journal, finally slumped onto the table as his overwhelming exhaustion took over.
Melee looked at Geel, smiling softly and looking toward Alistar. “If you’d like, I can try and translate the journal, just to give Geel a break from it.” Taking a few bites of the meat set in front of her, Melee looked around the group. “Until it’s deciphered, I don’t think we can really take much more action. I’m sure the journal will tell us just about everything we need to know. I can get started on it as soon as I’m done eating, if you’d like.”