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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"We need to stop in Balmora for a day or so. I haven't had a proper bath in over a week." Trielle said.
"Why?" Ahnaressu asked. "We could just bypass the town, and just continue southeast as we are already doing." The boy made up reasons not to go, trying to avoid civilization. Even though most never noticed he was an ashlander, he felt as if he was being scrutinized by everyone he passed.
"I would like a rest, and I don't know why you don't want to go to Balmora, but your reasons are not enough to keep my daughter and I from needed rest." Trielle said in a tone of finality.
Ahnaressu nodded, practicality overcoming his petty fears. He took his mind from the argument and put his attention towards the setting sun.

Two nords, a breton, and a redguard watched the four dark elves with more than passing interest. They kept out of sight of the dark elves, but never let the dark elves out of their sight. They too watched the setting sun, but with much more earnest.

Night fell, and the four dunmer lay down to get some sleep. Usually Ahnaressu would stand watch, but Trielle noticed his tired, bloodshot eyes and would have none of it. So everyone in the camp was in a bedroll, ready for sleep.

Ahnaressu heard stirring from Trielle's bedroll, and turned around to see what was happening. He saw her get up, and figured she was only going to relieve herself. Thinking nothing of it, he went back to sleep.

A loud scream brought him to his feet. He put on his pants and strapped on his sword belt, running in the direction of the screams. In the dark night, he saw four dark silhouettes beating another dark silhouette he knew to be Trielle. He heard running footsteps behind him. He turned to face Cali. the girl noticed what was happening and started to run into the fray. Ahnaressu acted on instinct, and tackled her to the ground before the four highwaymen could notice her. Ahnaressu put his hand over her mouth to prevent her from screaming, but also left her enough room to breathe. He held her to keep her from running into danger, but also hugged her to offer what little comfort he could. It wasn't long before the screams stopped.
"There's nothing we can do." Ahnaresssu whispered in her ear. "There's nothing we can do."
Cali did not answer; she had fainted.

Ahnaressu went back to the camp, carrying an unconscious Cali. He put her down on her bedroll and made sure Relgar was safe. He could not sleep that night, he would make sure no one else was hurt. He wanted to move the camp, but could not carry a girl and a baby. his only choice was to watch over his two companions.