For Meesei, and those who were helping her, the next several days contained some of the most frantic research that most of them had likely experienced. For this, Meesei called upon every resource she had available. She used their clan's broad array of connections to obtain any potentially relevant materials they could on short notice, without giving away anything too telling about the situation. Every day, the number of books, scrolls, and notes that they had piled on their tables in the scholar's loft grew, though they all still remained focused in their purpose. Ariel, Sabine, and Ahnasha all had their own skills and specializations, and Hal-Neesa had an absolute wealth of information and expertise that she was now sharing freely. Meesei did her best collate all of their skills and all of their resources into a single approach they could focus on. Given the danger Meesei was just about to step into, finding a method to keep her soul stable upon an unexpected death was the focus. Hal-Neesa easily came up with several solutions that could send her soul to an afterlife if her death was planned and intentional, but those sorts of solutions were not helpful at the moment.
Despite the rather daunting timeframe of the group's task, there was actual, recognizable progress. Perhaps it was the desperation, or just the result of having so many skilled and knowledgeable mages working on the same problem, but through all of their experiments that Meesei readily put herself through, they started to gain insight into exactly why the presence of her latent memories was so destabilizing to her soul. Each and every one of those memories had to be imprinted upon her spirit's essence, but there were so many of the memories weaves into her being with such complexity that, without a body to bind to, the structure of her soul energy was quite fragile. Their collaborative research did give them the tentative conclusion that Meesei's soul would not be entirely destroyed upon death, but rather, its fragile structure would rearrange itself into something more stable. However, that was no comfort to Meesei, as it would destroy all of her memories and likely leave her with an entirely different personality. To her, it was a fate that was hardly any different from complete destruction. Theoretically, her soul could retain its structure by itself if it was simply stronger, but as of the day before the invasion, they had not come up with a definite method to accomplish that. Despite the impending deadline, Meesei herself did not show many obvious signs of worry, though she was more than skilled enough to hide those sorts of emotions.
It was getting to be later in the afternoon and the sun was steadily dropping lower in the sky. By this point, everything was ready. The camp was fully constructed and all of the soldiers from all three armies were in position. The great gate had been assembled and was awaiting its activation, and all of their plans, battle tactics, and strategies has been decided upon. There would be no more delays, no more waiting and anticipating. The invasion was set to begin the next morning. Meesei had continued to work with the others all morning, and for a few hours past noon, but she eventually stopped, despite the fact that they had not settled on any definite solution. They had come up with several promising ideas, certainly, but had not yet tried any of them. For Ariel, and even Hal-Neesa, Meesei thanked them both for all of their help, and did leave them open the option of coming to her with any ideas they might come up with before the end of the day. For Ahnasha and Sabine, she asked them to find the rest of their pack and bring them to a specific location in the Hunting Grounds. Fendros, Lorag, Janius, and Kaleeth, specifically.
Meesei was the first to go to the planned meeting place, which was almost half an hour's walk from the camp itself. Although, it would not be immediately obvious why she had asked them to go there, specifically, when there would have been plenty of other, more convenient places to meet. It seemed to be just another spot in the forest, albeit a remote and tranquil one. It was a warm and cloudless day, and despite the fact that they were in Oblivion, the slow, peaceful stream by which Meesei was sitting could have easily been mistaken for any other in Cyrodiil. Even when the pack approached, Meesei did not say anything immediately. She sat by the stream with her feet just barely in the water and her eyes closed, breathing deeply almost as if she was in a trance.
