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A Rotten Scroungeral
To his relief, the ones that had already awoken were of a like mind. Both had voiced their intentions, one with more venom than the other, but one had remained silent. The troubled imperial remained with his head facing downward, signs of conflict etched on his alongside the blood and dirt. Daxos would not back down, Dolmas knew him too well to believe such. It would seem however that he needed some encouragement. Though that would have to wait. The encroaching darkness would not wait for them to be roused, and he had honestly grown tired of talking. He nodded to Brynn, then once more to Cosset after she had taken initiative and begun exiting the protection of the overhang. He was glad of their assistance, they both had proven themselves quite capable fighters, and easily amenable to the ever changing tides of combat. They would no doubt be indispensable in the coming struggle.
“Thank you.” He said simply, not allowing himself to dive deeper. They had wasted enough time. “Now with that matter settled, we need to focus our attention to our more pressing concerns. To begin, we need shelter. Preferably somewhere close by, I doubt we’d do well walking all the way back to Whiterun proper in our current shape.” He paused for a moment to ponder, thinking on what knowledge he had of the hold for a suitable location.
As if woken from a trance, Daxos spoke up, his words quick and concise. “Silent Moons.” He stated, before looking to Dolmas, who was eyeing him with vague curiosity. Daxos continued. “There’s...there’s a old fortification to the west of here, just a short distance away. It’s not right next door, but from what I recall, it’d be the perfect place to set up and prepare. It’s also quite defensible from what I remember, so should we find ourselves under attack…” He trailed off, reaching for his head as if to nurse a concussion. He picked up again, but offered an apology. “I’m sorry, it seems I’ve taken a few blows, and things are still a bit hazy. I might not be in the best state of mind to guide us there.” Dolmas nodded, turning to look at Brynn. “Then perhaps you know the way? You’re a companion, are you not? Surely you’ve wandered this hold quite a bit in your travels to quell beasts and such.”
She did not respond straight away, showing signs of the exhaustion that surely plagued her. However, she did provide a response, and thankfully, it was the one he was hoping for. "I know the way and I can lead you all there, sun or moon." She replied solemnly, offering a nod in affirmation.
Dolmas gave a weak smile, before nodding. “Perfect. Thank you.” He paused to look at them all, his mind churning as he formulated the last of the details. “Then, if you would not mind, I’d prefer if you three go on ahead and make sure that location is still secure, and that it can be accessed. I will need to start asking around for some further aid. We’re far too few to put up much of a fight on our own, and to be honest, we need some fresh blood on this. Some people Rumare hasn’t observed. I’ll gather what aid I can, and then I will meet you as soon as I am able. However, if it proves to be too arduous a task, fall back, and we will take on whatever opposition we face together.”
He then looked down to the fellows who remained at their feet even still. “But first, I must tend to these and see them off in your direction as well, if they also mean to aid us. Take care, you lot.” With that, he turned to kneel down to gaze over the fallen allies that remained, while the rest began their journey to what would hopefully become their new headquarters. Dolmas was silent in his observations, his thoughts drifting back to the battles that were waged in the city before everything had fallen apart.
The imperial twins and their third, the soft-spoken, clumsy nord mage, the redguard knight, all resting soundly beneath the canopy. Each at peace, probably not even aware of the wounds they sustained, or the world they were about to find themselves in. Blissfully unaware.. As Dolmas reached for the hand of the first one who lied before him, a powerful force pulled his hand back and sent him tumbling to the ground, accompanied by a resounding NO! Shocked at first by the abrupt interruption, he slowly began to rise, before something thrust him back down once more, and he finally understood what was transpiring.
That is quite enough of that, you damnable fool! Leave these worthless insects where they lie. They are not worth being brought back into the fold. They are not even worthy of the breaths of air they continue to leech from the world around them. If we are going to have our chance to gouge those worthless eyes out of the heads of that damnable altmer and his warrior princess, I will NOT allow these fools to go blundering in and messing it up for me again. LEAVE THEM.
Dolmas ignored the words of his rampaging other half, preparing to reach once more for them before Valen spoke again.
I said…
Dolmas began to feel a searing hot pain from within his skull, causing him to clutch it desperately, wordlessly begging for it to stop. The pain did not relent, and he felt Valen’s presence grow ever stronger.
LEAVE THEM.
He raged against the inferno raging between his ears, attempting with all his might to thrust himself back into power before it was too late. But to his dismay, it already was. Valen took control with a small, sinister chuckle, before rising to his feet and staring down at the bodies of the fallen below him. “You heard the woman, my friend. We cannot afford to waste any more time. If we’re going to find the help we need, we cannot rely on the worthless wastrels who have proven themselves to only be stepping stones to his ascension. Leave them to die. Let them fester and rot. Give them back to the dirt from which they’ve spawned and have since wasted their existence.” Dolmas tried his damndest to regain control, but Valen’s will was overwhelming. “We will find those who are not so pathetic to aid us. Perhaps they will be enough to rise to the level of fodder, and not just the scum at the bottom of the riverbeds. Either way, they cannot be more trite than these, and I will take that chance over letting them put our lives on the line any further.” He turned on his heel and marched out of the shade of the overhang into the darkening sky, and pondered. “Now, where to find our next batch of willing buffoons?” With a look to the east, toward the rolling plains of Whiterun hold, he let loose a smirk.
“Let’s go on an adventure, little Dolmy. Make some new friends. You’ll have a wonderful time.”
“Thank you.” He said simply, not allowing himself to dive deeper. They had wasted enough time. “Now with that matter settled, we need to focus our attention to our more pressing concerns. To begin, we need shelter. Preferably somewhere close by, I doubt we’d do well walking all the way back to Whiterun proper in our current shape.” He paused for a moment to ponder, thinking on what knowledge he had of the hold for a suitable location.
As if woken from a trance, Daxos spoke up, his words quick and concise. “Silent Moons.” He stated, before looking to Dolmas, who was eyeing him with vague curiosity. Daxos continued. “There’s...there’s a old fortification to the west of here, just a short distance away. It’s not right next door, but from what I recall, it’d be the perfect place to set up and prepare. It’s also quite defensible from what I remember, so should we find ourselves under attack…” He trailed off, reaching for his head as if to nurse a concussion. He picked up again, but offered an apology. “I’m sorry, it seems I’ve taken a few blows, and things are still a bit hazy. I might not be in the best state of mind to guide us there.” Dolmas nodded, turning to look at Brynn. “Then perhaps you know the way? You’re a companion, are you not? Surely you’ve wandered this hold quite a bit in your travels to quell beasts and such.”
She did not respond straight away, showing signs of the exhaustion that surely plagued her. However, she did provide a response, and thankfully, it was the one he was hoping for. "I know the way and I can lead you all there, sun or moon." She replied solemnly, offering a nod in affirmation.
Dolmas gave a weak smile, before nodding. “Perfect. Thank you.” He paused to look at them all, his mind churning as he formulated the last of the details. “Then, if you would not mind, I’d prefer if you three go on ahead and make sure that location is still secure, and that it can be accessed. I will need to start asking around for some further aid. We’re far too few to put up much of a fight on our own, and to be honest, we need some fresh blood on this. Some people Rumare hasn’t observed. I’ll gather what aid I can, and then I will meet you as soon as I am able. However, if it proves to be too arduous a task, fall back, and we will take on whatever opposition we face together.”
He then looked down to the fellows who remained at their feet even still. “But first, I must tend to these and see them off in your direction as well, if they also mean to aid us. Take care, you lot.” With that, he turned to kneel down to gaze over the fallen allies that remained, while the rest began their journey to what would hopefully become their new headquarters. Dolmas was silent in his observations, his thoughts drifting back to the battles that were waged in the city before everything had fallen apart.
The imperial twins and their third, the soft-spoken, clumsy nord mage, the redguard knight, all resting soundly beneath the canopy. Each at peace, probably not even aware of the wounds they sustained, or the world they were about to find themselves in. Blissfully unaware.. As Dolmas reached for the hand of the first one who lied before him, a powerful force pulled his hand back and sent him tumbling to the ground, accompanied by a resounding NO! Shocked at first by the abrupt interruption, he slowly began to rise, before something thrust him back down once more, and he finally understood what was transpiring.
That is quite enough of that, you damnable fool! Leave these worthless insects where they lie. They are not worth being brought back into the fold. They are not even worthy of the breaths of air they continue to leech from the world around them. If we are going to have our chance to gouge those worthless eyes out of the heads of that damnable altmer and his warrior princess, I will NOT allow these fools to go blundering in and messing it up for me again. LEAVE THEM.
Dolmas ignored the words of his rampaging other half, preparing to reach once more for them before Valen spoke again.
I said…
Dolmas began to feel a searing hot pain from within his skull, causing him to clutch it desperately, wordlessly begging for it to stop. The pain did not relent, and he felt Valen’s presence grow ever stronger.
LEAVE THEM.
He raged against the inferno raging between his ears, attempting with all his might to thrust himself back into power before it was too late. But to his dismay, it already was. Valen took control with a small, sinister chuckle, before rising to his feet and staring down at the bodies of the fallen below him. “You heard the woman, my friend. We cannot afford to waste any more time. If we’re going to find the help we need, we cannot rely on the worthless wastrels who have proven themselves to only be stepping stones to his ascension. Leave them to die. Let them fester and rot. Give them back to the dirt from which they’ve spawned and have since wasted their existence.” Dolmas tried his damndest to regain control, but Valen’s will was overwhelming. “We will find those who are not so pathetic to aid us. Perhaps they will be enough to rise to the level of fodder, and not just the scum at the bottom of the riverbeds. Either way, they cannot be more trite than these, and I will take that chance over letting them put our lives on the line any further.” He turned on his heel and marched out of the shade of the overhang into the darkening sky, and pondered. “Now, where to find our next batch of willing buffoons?” With a look to the east, toward the rolling plains of Whiterun hold, he let loose a smirk.
“Let’s go on an adventure, little Dolmy. Make some new friends. You’ll have a wonderful time.”
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