Anthanes got up, wiping the sand from his face. He was lying face first on a beach, the remains of his boat scattered about. Seeing a Daedric ruin in the distance, he walked towards it, taking the time to translate some Daedric runes engraved into a stone. "Ald Daedroth...Excellent. I'll worry about getting away from here later."

Not seeing any people around, Anthanes tightened his cloak and readied an arrow on his bow. Then, the Half-Dunmer entered the cool (as in, temperature cool) ruins.

Sedrane spotted the stranger from the shadows when he landed on the island. He knew there was something very wrong here and tried to contact Serene teleopathically, but failed.

this never had happened before and he was very worried. Something must have happened to Serene he thought, otherwise she would have answered.

Now he had to keep surveillance on this man who just was to enter the shrine...the Ahemmusa safe place...that maybe wasn´t that safe anymore.

Sedrane was willing to give his life for the safety of his tribe......he tightened his grip on the enchanted dai-katana he held.....

(ooc:'k thanks one question, why do things have to be in past tense??)

When Otik woke up he knew he had to move and find more food. HE got up and wandered around the Ashlands wondering what to eat and then he found it, an Alit. one arrow and the beast was down. He thought that this was curios to ohly see one Alit but his hunger overwelmed his sence to stay put. as he was butchering the alit he heard a grunt and turned just to see an alit bite at him. It was to close for his bow so he desperately slashed at it with his dagger, a slash here, a jab here, and eventually he felled the beast. He then cooked his meat along with some other plants he found around and opened a bottle of flin.

after his meal he used a potion and then he continued his journy east for some unknown reason. everntually he came across a deadric shrine, a place of great evil and power. Otik never did like these places, parents from his village anlways told there children stories of these places to make sure that they didn't run off in the middle of the night and get eaten by dremoras, or worse be sacrafices. He shivered as he walked by and wondered if he couold find some dremora to kill so he decided that he would climb a pillar and watch for them to come out.

OOC: minque...is Sedrane seeing ANthanes or Arcyakt?

if it's Arcyakt, say bye to Sedrane...lol.

ooc: Anthanes, I think.

Anthanes entered the shrine, bow at the ready, as he cautiously walked down the corridors looking for Ashlanders, Daedra, and Arcyakt. Come out, damnable mage.

Mage

"What do you want from this 'damnable mage'?" Arcyakt asked, standing behind Anthanes.

Anthanes turned around, smirking as he readied his longsword. "Hmm. Let's say, the ability to be able to cast spells again?"

Mage

"Now why would I give my enemy any sort of power?" he asked. "Unless..." he continued, stroking his chin. "You aren't an enemy..."

"I am not an enemy per se. I could care less about your plans and schemes. But you've taken my magicka, and that's a thing very dear to me. Apart from you draining me of my magick, I don't see a practical reason for hostility towards you."

"Hmmm...do something for me,, and I will consider it." Arcyakt began. "It is merely a safeguard for me, and it shouldn't be any problem for you, since Boethiah has forsaken you."

"I want you to deny Boethiah - to prove that you won't do anything to endanger my 'schemes', such as invoke a daedra."

"I am already denying Boethiah...Ever since you took away my magicka."

Mage

Arcyakt smiled. that was the kind of answer he would have given - the kind that doesn't actually answer the question.

"Then my answer is no. Now if you'll excuse me, I have business in this ruin and the ashlanders and daedra around here make it hard enough." he said as he began walking away, deeper into the ruins.

Anthanes snarled. In an instant he grabbed his bow and shot a pitchblack arrow at the Mage's back. Then he ducked behind a pillar hoping that it'd provide him some cover.

Arcyakt turned and waved his hand, causing the arrow to drop harmlessly to the ground.

"That was stupid." he remarked before continuing down the hall.

"Again. Give me my magicka back. Boethiah is nothing to me..."

"You hate that bastarde of a daedra, don't you?" he asked, listening to the tone of the half-dunmer's voice.

Anthanes grunted. His voice seemed full of disgust- towards Boethiah, mainly. "Yes."

"Fine." he said, releasing his spell on Anthanes.

"Now I really have to do something."

"Exxxxcelent." , Anthanes said. He then continued wandering throughout the ruin, looking for ashlanders and maybe treasures he could use.

after wating for a couple hours Otik had killed 3 dremoras, a clanfear, and a couple of scamps. feeling satisfied with his haul of hearts he leaped down from the pillar he was on and continued eastward. after a while of travling he noticed an Ashlander camp to the North and noticed a comotion going on. upon getting closer he realised that one of the people needed healing and, from the sounds of it, it wasn't working to well. So Otik just stood their silently with his ear to the yurt.

Sel noticed the breton leaning against the yurt.

"Who the hell are you?" he asked.

Niran exited the yurt, and found a strange man leaning against it.

"Yes, that would be my question as well."

"err well" stammered Otik "I well, ah" Otik thought he looked really stupid standing there stamering and waving. HE finnaly paused, took a deep breath, and said, "I am Otik and uhh I couldn't help notice the comotion going on in the camp and I was curious on what was going on." He smiled weakly and waited for the two strangers to answer

"A lot." was all Niran said, not trusting this man.

"Heh well I was curious because it sounded like someone is or was dieing." Otik said watching thier faces and trying to find a was to make a get away or even to not piss them off

Megil stepped outside, to tell the others of Serene's condition. He came upon Niran and Sel interrogating a young man. Not wanting to interrupt megil just leaned against the yurt and watched the conversation.

OOC: Since I'm leaving tonight, I'm going to make Sel run off somewhere by himself.

Sel looked at the breton. "Alright Otik. Just to satisfy your curiosity, I will tell you - someone is dying, now drop it." he said, walking to the nearest fire.

Otik just stood there shocked by this man's bluntness, he didn't know what to say next and at that moment there was another man that camp out of the yurt. He had a sharp urge to ask this guy what he came out to say but the feeling subsided.

As he walked away he said, "I would like to try and help but" he paused and then "ya.." and he continued walking back to the west thinking that he came east for a reason but left discouraged....

(OOC: why ya leaving Dantrag?)

***edit: sp***

Niran turned to Megil

"How's Serene doing?"

OOC: beach

Once Otik reached the Deadric ruin he started walking aimlessly. He thought to himself "I've never felt this way before, not when the Nords obliterated my town, not in years of wandering trying to stay alive, so why in the world am I feeling like this. Gosh I don't even know the person in the yurt so why am I attracted to the camp?"

By this time Otik became lost and he started to panick. An ash storm started and he found himself falling off of a slope. when He tried to get up he noticed he broke his leg ofrom the fall. As he painfully picked himself he saw a group of cretures running for him. He knew he wouldn't last long underneith the group of Alit unless he climbed the nearest rock formation. So he staggered to the rocks and desperatly pulled himself onto one of the smaller ones and then from there got onto the bigger one.then he got an arrow onto his bow and let it loose.

He howled in delight as the first Alit fell and took another one to the ground. That meant that three more were left and he was already aiming with his next arrow. He loosed, a second later another went down, and again and agian until all of the Alits were twitching on the warm ashy ground. In any other situation he would have hoped down and butchered the beasts for meat but He knew he couln't get down from the rocks.

(ooc: err ya I'll get out of this situation later and Dantrag, have fun)

"Well after alot of healing, Celia thinks she managed to heal her throat. Her breathing, though steady, is weak and slow. Right now there is nothing more me and Celia can do, as Celia needs to rest from the very difficult healing procedure. All we can do now is hope and pray that Serene returns to us."

Megil hated sharing this sad news, and he needed somewhere quiet to think about what else could be done to help bring Serene back to this realm.

"I'm going on a walk," Megil said. He returned to the Yurt and collected his things, then headed west in the direction the stranger had gone.

Otik laid on the rock for what seemed like hours. He was sweating and the wound looked infected. He was infuriated at himself. "Oh! so I HAD to go East! I HAD to listen to the people in the yurt, I HAD to walk off, I hate this, if I would have gone to the docks I could have gone to Gnaar Mok and chatted with the boat lady!" He was panting, the yelling wasn't doing any good for him at the moment but he didn't care.

A few minutes later he saw a city, a city floating in the air with buildings made out of scrib jelly, his personal favorite, and a fountain with vitage Brandy in the place of the water. He saw people with bright red faces laughing, singing, and dancing. He longed to be up tthere with them, but as he called out the city faded and left him there all alone again, lieing on his rock. Otik lied there "wait!" he yelled "take me with you! I want brandy and jelly!" he rolld onto his side and stared at the smaller rock and wondered if he could make it. "I made it up, how much harder could it be?" he craled to his feet and cringed in pain, but he made it down, and then in a few more minutes he was down on the ground. limping north, calling for help to anyone that would listen, and also babling about Vintage brandy and scrib jelly.

(ooc: geez whats with me and making paragraghs at a time!?!?)

Celia's head throbbed as always whenever she used her healing powers for long periods of time. Her lip quivered when she noticed that Serene was still not waking up, even though she was breathing...

Oh, Niran, this was all your fault! She thought angrily. You always end up endangering someone, especially my friends.

She sighed, and stroked Serene's hair gently. "Come on, Serene," she whispered softly, "Please, please do not die on me..."

Niran had come back in silently, leaning against part of the yurt, and watching . . .

Celia definitely hates me now . . . . for whatever I've done

He wanted to help, but what could he do, without any healing powers.

He walked up to Celia, maybe there was something he could do, he hoped. . .

"Celia," he said slowly, and softly.

(OOC: Go on, beat the holy poop out of him. )

As Megil walked he saw a deadric camp in the distance. He also noticed the wind had picked up, but enver being in an ash storm, thought nothing of it. Knowing the daedra the would more than likely near the ruins he began to head south before he reached them. Then the storm picked up and Megil realized it was not just a breeze passing through. Soon the red dust prevented him from seeing far, but Megil wanting to get back to the camp continued walking. He held his hand out in fron of his face to block the dust from getting in his eyes. He saw figures in the distance, but when he got closer he saw it was just some dead Alits. He went to them and saw arrows sticking out of them. kneeling down he put his back against the wind and touched the flesh with his hands.

Still warm, these animals have not been dead long

He continued walking, and not but a few minutes later he could have sworn he heard talking from up ahead. after listening really hard Megil could make out that it was someone yelling for help. Megil began to follow the yelling and soon came up on a breton, the same one that had been at the camp earlier. He was crawling. Megil deduced that this young man had killed the Alits and had also somehow injured his leg.

He went up to the man and asked him,

"Which leg's injured?"

OOC: lame, I know, but he has to leave. See you guys next sunday!

Sel was tired of the fighting amongst the group - fightiing that he was usually in. Seeing as how they weren't going after Arcyakt, he got up and left.

He was going to look for his father - he started in Gnisis.

"Heh heh who are one of them, at the camp." Otik lauged, half crazy from the infection. "I left after you all kicked me out" he smiled "wandered in circles and circles, untill I fell and was attacked, yes. I broke my leg you see" Otik pointed to his right leg. "I saw the great floating city, I named it Agracha with scrib jelly walls and brandy fontains. have you come to help, or was it to cast me out again?" Otik stood there waiting for an answer from the strange man from the camp.

(OOC: see ya later Dantrag! and Megil, is that better? lol)

The man was obviously crazed. He looked at the man's leg and saw an infction beginning to take its toll. If Megil didn't et this man help soon, he would die in a matter of hours. Luckily the storm had began to die down, not that it helped since Megil was lost. He lifted the man up and told him,

"Here lean against my left side."

After the man had done so, Megil began to walk acting as a crutch for the injured man. Though the going was slow it would be faster than If megil had tried to drag him or carry him.

The two made there way north desperatly trying to find a land mark, the Ruins, a pile of stones, or even the camp. Finnaly they made there way to the coast and then Otik pondered what to do next.

ooc:thanks now which way? left or right? either way we can get to the camp lol

When they reached the sea Megil thought it a good idea to wash the man's wounds. The salt water would help clean the wound and to an extent fight the infection. He set the man down near the wake and told him to clean his wound with the salt water. Megil then looked out into the horizons. He could see a storm brewing of shore to the left, and by the way the wind was blowing it would reach them in less than an hour. Megil took of his shirt and pants and waded out int the sea, to rinse off the dust from the storm. Afterwards he returned and set out in the sun to dry off.

The storm would be less than an hour away. Megil shook out his clothes and put them back on. He returned to the man and pointed to the storm,

"There's a storm approaching the shore from that side, so let us travel away from it we may be able to get quite a distance inland before it lands."

OOC: right

when the man waded into the sea Otik clean his wound, it hurt but he only wimpered a bit and once the man came back and told Otik about the storm, they headedright and continued walking


ooc:so, what next?

OOC: No idea. Megil isn't acquainted with this part of Vvardenfell, he is from Azura's coast region after all.

IC:
Megil's shoulder was beginning to get tired from the leaning breton, who was mumbling gibberish for the past 45 minutes. The storm hadn't reached them yet, as it had slowed down and turned westwards when it hit the coast. about an hour later the man nodded of, so megil had to drag him.

It must have been several hours of wandering before Megil spotted smoke in the distance. Though physically exhausted he managed to gather enough energy to lift the man and walk towards the smoke. As he neared he saw the Yurts and within 20 minutes he was about 10 feet from the camp.

Celia's shoulders tightened when she heard Niran slowly approaching her. However, she was much too tired to shout at him due to all of her best efforts of trying to heal Serene. So, she decided to ask sharply and with a glare, "What do you want?"

Jonacin looked up as Niran entered the tent. "Niran, I think you should stay away from me for a while. It would be in the interest of your personal wellbeing" he said tersely

"I-I don't want anything," the glare was slightly unnerving "I just wondered if I could help?" He said to Celia,he'd didn't want a fight and this didn't look like a friendly situation to be in.

An angry Redguard and Altmer . . .

"Don't you think you've done enough already?" Jonacin said, his voice breaking

Celia gulped, still filled with sadness, the anger slowly seeping away. What if Serene's dying?

She pleaded softly, "Please, Niran... I am much too worried about Serene right now, so could you please leave the yurt? I just--" She dropped her face into her hands and wept quietly.

"Celia-" Niran stopped, there was nothing he could say. He still didn't have much of an idea on what he'd done.

He closed his eyes for a few seconds, before turning and leaving the yurt.

Megil dragged the man towards the tent were Serene was in. He saw Niran walking out of the yurt Serene was in. If Niran could experience sadness, he was experiencing it now Megil thought.

He continued to carry the man to Serenes tent and set the man down near the door.

Not knowing of Serene's condition he paused before entering the yurt.

"How's she doing?," he asked Celia and Jonacin.