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Dantrag
post May 2 2005, 12:59 AM
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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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post May 2 2005, 01:01 AM
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The dreugh squeezed the last of Ahnaressu's breath out. He was drowning and he knew it. His sword was at the bottom of the underwater cavern now, having dropped it. He knew he would speed up his death by struggling, but he had no other choice. He decided he would rather die with air in his lungs than with water. He tried his best to wiggle out of the druegh's grip, but it was not successful. The boy let go of the claw that held him and grabbed one of the tentacles of the druegh's bottom half. That only made things worse. His neck was bleeding from the claw's grip. He struggled for air, and couldn't even get in a position to gulp water. Unconsciousness threatened to take him.

Valnor decided to let his men rest for a week or so. All the traveling was not good for morale, much less his numbers. He organized large hunting parties to kill beasts for meat and to scavenge for fruits and vegetables. Valnor figured that a feast was in order not only for morale, but because many of the men had not eaten in two days. No fighting had occured, and the men were restless. He large dunmer hoped a feast would cure it.

Ahnaressu was out of choices. He would die. He closed his eyes and hoped it would pass quickly. It didn't. Something hard smashed against his face. He opened his eyes to see the other dreugh in front of his face. The dreugh slapped him again. Ahnaressu fought hard against it, but the rage was coming. The young dunmer's right hand shot out, his thumb dug into the dreugh's right eye, and the dunmer's index finger was inside the dreugh's left eye. The dreugh let out a gurgling sream, and swam away, its arm covering its face. Ahnaressu smiled a pefectly wicked smile.

The Urshilaku had been in their new location for quite awhile, and wer aching to get back to their usual site, even though they still feared an attack from the rogues. Nibani Maesa and Sul-Matuul had talked many times, and after much objection from Nibani, the ashkhan decided to go back, but told Nibani that the tribe would be more alert to an attack, and would be prepared to deal with it appropriately.
"Why leave these defensible walls?" Nibani asked.
"You know as well as I it is hard to come by food around here. I think we need to be alive to handle an attack." Sul-Matuul argued. "We were only defeated last time because we were caught by surprise. Next time, we will be ready."
Nibani only nodded. Knowing that the ashkhan only did what he thought was best for his tribe.

The dreugh struggled, but it did not seem to disturb Ahnaressu in the least. The claw still held him firmly, but Ahnaressu's fingers held firmly in the creature's eyes. The dreugh's grip relaxed, And Ahnaressu pried open the claw and shot up for a small air pocket. He went back under, feeling refreshed. The young dark elf went to the bottome to grab his sword before running the cringing dreugh through. The hardest part of his job seeming through, Ahnaressu swam back to the intersection and took the only tunnel he hadn't so far.

Ahnaressu came up into a small cavern, and the only way in or out was the underwater tunnel. He saw a dunmer priestess with soaked and tattered robe. She was huddled in a corner shaking. Ahnaressu could not tell if it was from fear or the cold. Ahnaressu felt embarrassed that he didnt leave his clothes on, but he got over it quick, knowing some things were more important than others.
"Are you alright?" Ahnaressu asked.
The woman looked up, noticing him for the first time. She did not answer him.
"I talked to your daughter." Ahnaressu stated flatly.
The woman's face lit up. " Let us leave, then."
Ahnaressu almost agreed, before he remembered the surviving dreugh. "Wait here. There is a dreugh out there that I have to take care of first."
The woman smiled. "Thank you."
Ahnaressu nodded and dove back into the water.


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