Ahnaressu's Travels Ch. 7 Options

[Dantrag]

Forgot to post chapter 7 in this site i realized....here you go.

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Ahnaressu had been scouring the ashlands for weeks, hunting Valnor. The weeks of hunting proved to be unfruitful, leaving a very angry dunmer boy. Ahnaressu was devoid of all emotion in his hunt. Except anger. Familiar images, images that had never left him, filled his mind. He saw his mother dying, offering one last spell to destroy her enemies. He saw Valnor, the cruel dunmer who seemed so far away. He saw the survivors of the tribe, running for their lives, Ahnaressu still wasn't sure of their survival. What he saw most clearly was his future. And in it, he saw his revenge.

Valnor noted the move of the Urshilku tribe. He had seen the old site and the new. He marked the new position on his map for future reference, and continued his hunt for another army. Seeing another small camp, he made his way towards it, planning to give his well recited speech to whoever was in the camp.

Ahnaressu knew he was not himself. It was as if anger controlled his every step. Anger seemed to be a separate entity that took his body from time to time. Ahnaressu remembered the same thing happening during his fight in the Rat in the Pot. Ahnaressu need only to see Relgar to bring him back to reason. Without the baby boy, Ahnaressu believed, he would not have survived so far. Anger would have controlled him, devoured him. He would not lose himself in his anger. Or so he hoped.

An alit walked around, apperently searching for a meal. It found what it was looking for. A cave rat always cured an alit's hunger. The alit stalked silently (For an alit anyway!) on its two awkward legs.
The alit made a strange jump, catching the rat under its foot on the landing. Thinking it had a meal. The alit turned around, only to catch a dagger in the neck.

Nyph smiled at his own excellent marksmanship. Thinking of the meals he could cook with the alit he killed and the rat that was killed for him. The assassin skinned the two animals right there before taking their meat and the alit's hide back to the camp.

Nyph arrived at the camp to see four new mambers. The assassin politely offered them the alit hide, not needing it anyway.
"What a thoughtful gift." one of them said.
"It is my pleasure." Nyph said.
Nyph honestly liked nobody in the band other than Valnor, but he knew they were necessary for their mission. Therefore, he tried to make a sense of "friendliness" in the band, hoping for less deserters. His plan was working. Nyph Noted an unusual dunmer in the latest small group to join their cause. He was obviously not very strong, as a matter of fact, his body looked very frial, but his eyes glowed with an intensity Nyph had not seen in anyone but a certain young boy. Nyph told himself to meet him, but not now. There was food to eat right now. Nyph sat down by a nearby fire and slowly roasted his meat while sipping a bit of matze. Nyph liked nothing better than killing and relaxing. Killing being his favorite.

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This was not the fight in his dreams, Ahnaressu realized. The location was wrong, the dialogue was wrong. That chop was exactly the same. All Ahnaressu could do was jump out of the way, more of a desperate dive than any planned dodge. He recovered well, though, quickly regaining his footing. The boy drew his blades, imperial shortsword in his right hand, tanto in his left. He used much the same tactics as in the fight with the imperial in his old cave. Dodging out of range, and darting back in for a hit. The dodging part was difficult, for the range of Valnor's claymore was a long one. Getting a hit was also hard, for Valnor seemed in perfect defense every time. Ahnaressu wondered if his sword could even penetrate the large dunmer's armor.

Ahnaressu tried to dodge the latest swing, the claymore hit his left side hard. The young boy collapsed on the ground, cringing in agony. He got up, dropped his tanto and held his side while trying his hardest to limp away. Ahnaressu suddenly came to the realization that him dying here would do no good. Not to his cause, not for his brother.

Valnor watched in amusement. He sheathed his claymore and ordered his men to go back to their routines. The men did follow his orders, somewhat. They did not go back to their duties until they had spit or thrown a heavy object at the pitiful creature that had possessed the courage, or stupidity, to battle Valnor.

He made the trip back to his camp. The trip normally would have taken an hour, but with his recent injury, it took him about four. Ahnaressu would have made himself some potions, but he figured he didn't have the time to make the potion, much less find the ingredients. When your guts start coming out of your body, time is short. Ahnaressu crawled inside his tent and scrambled around to find the scrolls he bought. When he found his Scroll of Healing, he quickly read the incantations inscribed on the glistening paper. He felt his skin healing itself, but knew the inside of his body was not put aright. He put Relgar down to sleep and did the same to himself.

Valnor sat in his tent. He regretted having to give the boy a mortal blow, mainly because he had exeptional skill with his blades, it just had not developed yet. Valnor recognized that, and wished the boy had indeed come to join his cause. Not thinking it an enormous loss, he did not worry himself with that particular problem any more.

Nyph had seen the battle, and even though the boy had saved his life, his conscience did not bother him. According to his slight moral awareness, he had not done the deed, and therefore did not concern him. A certain member of his band did, he remembered. He slowly got up from his reclined positions and made his way towrds the curious man's tent. The man with the fierce eyes. He made his way around the scattered fires and finally came upon the man's tent.
"Hello?" Nyph asked.
"Who are you and what do you want?" came a rather rude reply.
Nyph like this man already. "I am Nyph, and I wish to speak with you."
The flap opened, and the man motioned for Nyph to come inside.
The interior of the tent was comfortable. There were nice furs on the ground to sit on, and a small fire in the center, and a hole was in the top of the tent to sserve as a chimney. The floor was littered with notes, sketches, and seemingly random scrawlings. Nyph was pleased. A wizard. He thought.

Ahnaressu was doing some stretches to determine the limit of his ablilities. The injury on his side was once serious, but the scroll and the rest had helped enormously. It still hurt the boy to bend down, jump, walk. or lean to the side. Basically, he could limp around his camp and feed Relgar. There was another scroll, but being as conservative as he was, he hated to use it. He did decide, however, he would use it if this intense pain did not go away. He did odd jobs around his camp. He sewed the holes in his small lean-to tent, made some soup, and even sharpened his shortsword. He regretted leaving his tanto, but he figured getting away with his life and sword was worth it. He would try again. And he would be ready, but first, Relgar needed to be given a chance at life. Ahnaressu regretted it, but Relgar would have to stay with someone. The small child deserved much more than what he was giving him. Relgar needed to be raised properly.