Ahnaressu's Travels Ch. 5 Options

[Dantrag]

Here's Chapter 5.
Here's Chapters 1-4.
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Ahnaressu sat in his room massaging his stiff arms. The paralyzation spell Aengoth put on him left him numb everywhere. Aengoth watched Ahnaressu with an obviously worried face.
"What happened in there?" he asked the boy.
"I...I don't know." Ahnaressu replied. "I lost control."
Aengoth looked hard at him and said, "Just dont let it happened again or you could find yourself dead on the streets."
Ahnaressu scoffed. "I could have easily slain the man."
Aengoth shouted back at him, "Do you know who that man was? He is a powerful Fighter's Guild member! Even if you killed him, he has many friends, which means you would have many enemies."

Aengoth handed Relgar to Ahnaressu and walked out the door, leaving the boy to his thoughts. Ahnaressu mulled over Aengoth's words. he was right, Ahnaresu knew, but he had no idea what happened. He had no control whatsoever over his actions. He realized that he had made at least one enemy, annd that Aengoth had saved him from himself mostly. =The young boy decided that he had no business in this town. He belonged in the wild where everyone was almost family. He picked up his brother, packed up the things he would need, and went on his way.

He was about to walk out of Ald'ruhn's gate, but decided to thank and say good-bye to "The Jeweler". He walked into The Rat in the Pot and went down the stairs where Aengoth was usually found. What he found instead was the same breton he had fought a few hours earlier, and his friends, which included an large imperial and a Nord. He set his pack and his brother down, and politely asked the men, "Do you need something?" The only answer he got was the swing of a steel mace. Ahnaressu knew he had no chance, he knew that if he was killed or maimed, that his brother would also be. These men were no longer drunk, for they struck at Ahnaressu with precision. The imperial's mace would crush bone, and Ahnaressu dodged it rather than blocking it. Ahnaressu's shortsword and dagger found their way into his hands, and they worked furiously to fend off attacks. His arms were tiring, but his willpower was not.

The breton was using a weapon other than his fist this time, His enchanted steel saber was hitting Ahnaressu relentlessly. The fire enchantment on the blade was more than the boy could handle. If he blocked the nasty, burning blade, then he only got a smack from the Nord's nasty club. Ahnaressu's leg was struck by the club, and the blade nicked his arm yet again. His leg collapsed and he was down on one knee. He tried to fight on, but he had no chance of blocking any of the weapons. He got up, limped away from his attackers engouh to grab a potion out of his dropped bag. He felt his leg healing itself, and stood as if to kill his opponents. Instead, he grabbed his pack and his brother as fast as he could and ran. He got out of the bar, and continued to run into the wilderness, away from civilization and his followers, but he did not run as far away from his attackers as he would have liked.

Alkorahn was tiring. His brain knew it and his legs knew it. He would be outrun. He stopped, drew out his dagger, and waited for the oncoming attack. The large dunmer pulled his claymore over his head, and ran towards the ashlander. Alkorahn dodged the powerful swing and quickly realized that one hit would kill him. Alkorahn used quick reflexes against the slow but powerful blade. He went inside the claymore's reach, made a quick stab at the large dark elf, and quickly got outside of its reach again. While it was an effective strategy, it would take a long time to fell the large dunmer.

Valnor took his time in timing a hit. This ashlander was quick, but Valnor knew he could take at least three times the hits as this skinny ashlander. He winced as his side was nicked, but it was only minor. He had about four similar hits, but they were nothing. Valnor was used to pain, and a hard fight made victory all the sweeter for him.

Nyph and the rest of Valnor's small party finally caught up to the fight between the ashlander and Valnor. They were only there for about ten seconds before the ashlander's neck exploded with blood, and his body was crumpled on the ground at least five feet away from his head.

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Sorry it took so long to post another section...a little busy, and it passes the time when I don't feel like doing actual writing.
*fixed some dialogue....the way it was all thrown in the same paragraph was a little confusing, so I fixed it.* ---Enjoy!

[Dantrag]

A smile worked its way to Ahnaressu's face for the first time since the slaughter of his people as he watched Relgar's first steps. The older dark elf watched his younger brother stumble around the small cave. Ahnaressu looked on with amusement as little Relgar fell on his rump, a smile even bigger than Ahnaressu's splayed on his face. Ahnaressu continued to watch his brother's antics as he put more wood onto his small fire. For that moment, it seemed as if all of the horrible events in his life were non-existant. It was the first restful sleep he had in weeks.

The Urshilaku quickly went to work on rebuilding their camp. They mended yurts, gathered food, and tried their hardest to get on with their lives. The ashkhan, Sul-Matuul spoke with Nibani about the attacks and their continued wellbeing. Sul-Matuul and Nibani both decided that a move was in order to prevent another attack. Once the yurts were repaired and everything packed, the travel began. They moved further east, a few yards past the dunmer fortress Valenvaryon. It was no coincidence, mving beside an ancient fortress, Sul-Matuul planned to use its strong walls as a defense in case of another assault on his people.

Valnor's band reached Seyda Neen after weeks of walking. They filled Arrile's tradehouse, dringking, laughing and most of all sleeping. Valnor knew that morale was one of the most important things when leading, so he decided to stay in Seyda Neen for at least a month before he continued his quest.

Ahnaressu stayed in his cave for awhile, until one night, he was reflecting on all that happened, when he remembered the survivors running away. They have to be alive! he thought. Trembling with excitement, he packed his things, filled a few flasks up with water, and went to sleep. His journey would begin at dawn.

The bar was wild with shouts from Valnor's band. Valnor stood up, towering over the seated dark elves and orcs.
He lifted his mug of greef and shouted, "We attack the filthy tribes soon!" The response was an eruption of cheers, mostly drunken.
Valnor waited for calm, and continued, "We leave tomorrow morning to destroy the Erabenimsun and drive them from their filthy yurts!"
An even louder shout came from the ashlander rejects and hired orcs. Valnor smiled, knowing that their stay here benefited him greatly. Nyph stayed seated nodding in approval.

Ahnaressu looked around the empty site. There were a few scattered items left by his tribe. The young dunmer tried to make out tracks to follow them, but they had long been wiped away by ash storms. He sat down in utter despair, not knowing what to do. He tried to guess where they would go, but could not think of where. The boy decided that if he could not find his own tribe, he would find another that would accept him. The tribes did war against each other, but Ahnaressu figured that out of three other tribes one had to be compassionate. He traveled east, towards the last known site of the Zainab camp.

Valnor strapped his large claymore onto his back, while Nyph Began putting on his various daggers. One particular dagger standing out among the others. It was said to be created in Oblivion, its sleek, black blade promising a quick death to any who saw it, sometimes those who did not. Nyph was a trained assassin. That was actually the reason he was exiled from his tribe. The Erabenimsun saw assassins as dishonorable and wicked. Nyph was suspected of murdering the ashkhan's daughter, and was exiled. The assumption of blaming Nyph was correct, even though they had no solid evidence. Nyph was wandering the wilderness around the grazelands, when he found Valnor and joined his cause. Valnor and Nyph walked out of his room in the tradehouse and worked his way towards the exit of Seyda Neen where the rest of the rogues were waiting to begin the journey.

Ahnaressu would have never made it around the mountains had it not been for the numerous cliff racers and trama roots. He used his slight alchemical skills to create numerous levitation potions. He Enjoyed being at high altitudes. It made the young boy feel free. As he walked on air over the vast mountains, making great time towards his goal. Ahnaressu looked over his shoulder to see Relgar sitting down in Ahnaressu's pack with his head sticking out, a big smile on his face. Apparently, they both enjoyed the levitation. It was a matter of hours before he spotted the Zainab camp. He walked to the ground about four yards away from the camp. He mustered up his courage. It was much harder than his decision to go to the city of Ald'ruhn. He did not know if they would rather kill him than accept him. He walked very slowly towards the camp, still very reluctant. Just to be safe, he tucked a dagger into his overcoat.