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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The night proved uneventful, no sign of danger appeared. Ahnaressu just sat against a rock, waiting for Cali to awaken. He knew what it was like to lose a mother, and he told himself that he could help her overcome her grief, but if a conversation developed, he would never find the words to say. Ahnaressu hoped that she would not blame herself for Trielle's death, and he feared more than anything that she thought it his. With another death, he was responsible for another life.

Cali awakened, only to have a faraway look in her eyes. As if she was denying what was in the present and dwelling in the past.
"I'm going to get her body...would you like to come?" Ahnaressu asked in the kindest tone he could muster.
She sighed and closed her eyes, trying to decide. She nodded her head, apparently not wanting conversation.

Ahnaressu looked into those eyes, eyes that showed pure horror in the last moments of life. Ahnaressu used his fingers to close those eyes for the last time, and said a prayer to the ancestors for the protection of Trielle's soul. Cali walked up behind him, and Ahanressu was glad that she had not seen her mother's fearful eyes. Ahanressu dug the grave while Cali watched with tearful eyes. Ahnaressu put the last bit of dirt onto the grave, and quietly left Cali to her thoughts.

Cali came back to the camp about an hour later, while Ahnaressu fed Relgar. Ahnaressu nodded to welcome her without shattering the silence she seemed to need so much. Cali merely layed down in her bedroll and cried herself to sleep. Ahnaressu woke her up, and forced her to travel with him, lest she lie in a bedroll crying for eternity. Ahnaressu felt bad for having to force her at a time in her life such as this, but did not want to risk the bandits coming again to kill them.

Balmora was not where Ahanressu wanted to be, but for Cali's sake, he had to go. He led Cali towards the temple, hoping they might help Cali's utter hopelessness. If not that, at least they could provide a warm bed and hot food for three weary travelers. Cali cried herself to sleep in the bed the temple had provided for her, while Ahanressu went to a tavern called Eight Plates to see if he could get some food for himself and his brother.

The warm kwama eggs were delicious, but the savory taste of the food did not register in Ahnaressu's mind. He hated death, he hated that he was now responsible for another person's life. Zaldin's death had left Relgar in his care, as Trielle's death had put Cali in his care. He hated it. The responsibility took a toll on him, even if he was too proud to show it. Not only that, but another responsibility was another obstacle in his thirst for revenge. He longed for the simple, joyous, life he once had, where the only worry was what beast to kill for the next meal. He grabbed an abandoned greef beside him to dull the renewed pain that washed over him.