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The Eye of the Needle (where Fantasy and Sci-fi collide)

General Kvarr and Kareet of Arcaeda

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Overall, many of the natives were perhaps surprisingly calm at seeing the transformed Kerchek stumble away, at least from the perspective of the Humans. Kvarr was watching with mild curiosity before Zey called for his attention. “That was the Life mage who called himself Kerchek. I can only guess that he tried to make a transformation that did not go as he intended. I did notice he was a few drinks in; perhaps he underestimated their strength? You see, any magic requires precision of mind and body, and drunkenness impairs both. A Life mage does not require effort to maintain a transformation, so I imagine he tried to make some transformation that went awry.”

There was a short pause from Kvarr. He may have had little cause for alarm, but there was a detail that had his curiosity. He glanced off towards the bushes, though Kerchek was already out of sight. “I do not at all recognize what it is he became, though. In all my centuries, I have personally met with every sort of person who calls Kanth-Aremek home, but that was nothing I have seen before. As in, it does not even resemble anything I know of. It could have been a form he created entirely on his own, but he would need to be quite an advanced Life mage to accomplish that.”

Kareet, nearby, had naturally seen Kerchek as well, though even with all of her studies, she struggled to place what she had seen him become. Add on the fact that he had mentioned some strange god she had never heard of, and she found herself wondering exactly where it was he had come from. She would have to do some research if she wanted to find some lead that could place her on the right track.

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Wodan

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The expedition that the Jotunheim, and by extension Wodan, had been slated to undertake had not anticipated encounters with alien life. Yet, the existence of the Yenge had made it a non-zero possibility. Wodan’s creators, in his training data set, had included provisions for that possibility. He had certain base guidelines for how to approach new forms of life, though as always, he could only provide advice for the Human crew members who would be having contact with the locals. His role did not give him the authority to provide orders to them.

“It is my duty to warn you of potential emotional biases in your observations of the locals. You may be inaccurately anthropomorphizing the local populations. They clearly possess the necessary degree of intelligence to be considered sapient, but their natural instincts and brain chemistry may lead them to respond differently to the same stimuli, compared to a Human. It is my…responsibility to warn you that it may be dangerous for you to rely on your previous experiences exclusively with Humans to inform your decisions.”

The Eye of the Needle (where Fantasy and Sci-fi collide)

General Kvarr

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Kvarr’s expression did little to betray his thoughts. Despite the nature of Kerchek’s line of questioning, he did little to react apart from a friendly smile back at the Life mage. “My friend, there are times and places for certain conversations, and I believe this is the time for a different one. Believe me that I have seen enough lifetimes of war to know how to wage it, but there is an even greater talent in knowing how to avoid it. We have, in this place, good food, music, and a chance to speak without the trappings of aggression. Perhaps you might benefit from taking advantage of this opportunity?”

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Kareet of Arcaeda

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It took a while for Kareet to pull herself from her train of thought. She had been asked a question to which she did not know the answer, but felt like she should. In preparations for traveling the continent, she had learned of the local customs and beliefs of many different parts of the world in order to more easily integrate herself with foreign populations, but this deity’s name was simply not one she recognized. It could not be a major one, or she would remember it.

Eventually, Kareet did focus her attention back on Arancini. “Hmm, yes your instincts are correct. The only one of the old Tekeri gods whose worship survived in the Ascendancy is Setia, the goddess of the natural order; I suspect because her teachings are compatible with the philosophies of the Archmagister. Personally…I do not have a need for deities. As for the Glen and S’tor, the gods they have are many, and it could take quite a while to describe them all.”

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Wodan

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It was simple and easy for Wodan to process the meaning of Mallory’s anecdote, though his mind was not programmed to make decisions in the same way as a Human. Much of Human history had already been included in his training data, but there were more potential variables at play that could make it problematic to draw conclusions from their own history. “It may be dangerous to apply assumptions about Human decision making to alien psychology. What is expected for Humans may not suit the logical and emotional priorities of an alien lifeform. In the absence of other data, drawing conclusions from the experience of Human history may be the best option available, but for as long as there is peace between these factions, we do have the opportunity to collect behavioral data on these species.”

The Eye of the Needle (where Fantasy and Sci-fi collide)

General Kvarr

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With the Warden, Kvarr seemed even more relaxed than he had been in the tent with Nellara. There was little doubt that this meeting was more of a reunion for them. The S’tor gave quite a hardy laugh with his look back towards Esedel. “It’s funny, you say that every time you see me, Sister. Haven’t seemed to have shrunk down below you yet. Hmph, or maybe that Life mage didn’t quite put me back right?” He chuckled.

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General Kvarr may not have had quite the appetite as Esedel, but he was still S’tor. Naturally speaking, the S’tor were certainly predators, but they were not strictly carnivores like the Tekeri. From their rugged and dangerous homeland, they were built to be survivors first and foremost. They were omnivores whose bodies seemed to be able to safely handle anything that could be reasonably classified as “food”, even many things that were widely considered to be toxic. That was part of why they were often able to grow to such impressive sizes themselves. That, and the truly gargantuan creatures of their homeland that they were able to make their prey.

Naturally, Kvarr was in the middle of an oversized tankard of beer when Kerchek tried to grab his attention with his questioning. The S’tor tilted his head as he examined the mostly-Tekeri individual before him. Perhaps to the surprise of any Humans observing, he did not so much as bat a metaphorical eyelash at the hybrid features of Kerchek’s current body. “And who might you be, my friend? A Life mage, I presume. By the way you are speaking, I can assume that you are not one of the Castigator’s people?”

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Kareet of Arcaeda

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As she was speaking with Vigdis, Kareet soon found herself essentially barraged by questions from another of the Humans. Ignoring the irony of that situation, the first of his questions captured Kareet’s curiosity. She just blinked and stared back at him in silent contemplation for a short time. “Kerchek said this to you? ‘Niftari’ is not a Tekeri god. The only god still sometimes worshiped in the Ascendancy is Setia. Niftari isn’t a Glen god either…or S’tor. Definitely not Iriad. Something from some small tribe, maybe? What language is that, even…” Her voice trailed off.

The Eye of the Needle (where Fantasy and Sci-fi collide)

Kareet of Arcaeda

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If there was sarcasm in Vigdis’ questions, Kareet did not pick up on it. If only because there was some basis for her to give an answer. “I have read stories of master Life mages being able to reattach a severed head on the battlefield, but I cannot confirm their veracity. Unsurprisingly, it is an especially rare event for someone to lose their head while one of Kanth-Aremek’s top Life mages happens to be less than a minute or so away to reattach it. There have been successful tests with recapitation on simpler creatures in a controlled environment, but for obvious reasons, such tests have never been performed on a person.”

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Regardless of what her preferences for the evening might have been, Kareet nevertheless joined in this impromptu feast. It seemed that the Archmagister had seen fit to send one of her top generals, Kvarr, to deal with the mess at the border. She had seen him before, in one of his public addresses in Arcaeda, though they had never really met. Everyone knew his reputation, though. He was known for his friendly nature to friends and strangers alike. She had heard stories of him sharing drinks with patrons of taverns in the Ground District, if he happened to be nearby when he felt like having a drink. Of course, that reputation did little justice to the lethal efficiency he had been known for during the wars back in his homeland.

Kareet almost appeared startled when Vigdis spoke up to her, specifically, at the feast. “Kareet was…not one who was especially prone to small talk. Or socializing in general, but that appeared to be what Vigdis was doing. When she took the time to speak with someone, it was generally with purpose; yet, she could see this as being valuable. With most of Kanth-Aremek’s cultures, she was educated enough to be able to get by, but there was no literature she could read to learn how to interact with Humans. At least, she had not been given any as of yet. There was something for her to learn from this that could make the trouble worth it. “I…do not think that would be likely. Glen do not carry out deadly duels, and they are…exceptionally rare in the Ascendancy. Well, I suppose most duels and sparring matches are fought to the ‘death’ in a manner of speaking, but with a Life mage on hand, they are perfectly safe.” She explained.

The Eye of the Needle (where Fantasy and Sci-fi collide)

General Kvarr

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As it happened, all three groups had come together in what was roughly neutral ground outside of the ship. General Kvarr gathered quickly which of the Humans was this Captain “Zeynap”. It was a strange name to him, but he supposed it would be no stranger than most else he expected to learn about them. Even as they stepped out of their camp and towards the gathering of the newly-arrived Mythadian soldiers, Nellara would notice not a hint of concern from him.

Before they reached the others Kvarr just had a few, quiet words for Nellara. “Just remember who you are. Stand firm and with your head held high, knowing what respect you deserve to command. Your will, your conviction, is what makes it true. Lose that, and you lose everything that comes with it. Blustering, insults, threats, they are all unnecessary. They make you seem as if you feel the need to prove yourself, rather than just knowing it to be true. That is how to earn the respect of a S’tor warrior.”

Kvarr paid little mind to words from either Silbermine or Nellara. As he approached, his focus simply went to the Warden. He waited, patiently and politely for her to introduce herself to the Humans, then took a few steps forward. He had no hesitation about walking straight up to her, then reaching out his right hand to her left shoulder, just as she did the same to him. It was a S’tor greeting, though far from a formal salute. It was quite a familiar form of greeting.

“Fair skies and warm sun, sister.” Kvarr said.

Once he stepped back, Kvarr directed his gaze back towards Zey. “It is my pleasure to meet you, Zeynap. I am General Kvarr of Arcaeda. I understand you have found a way to learn S’toric quite quickly, yes? I admire your ingenuity. It is to my shame that I am not in a position to host a feast for all of you, but I can say that the Archmagister wishes to give her greetings and extend her hospitality to all of her guests in the Ascendancy. Now, I am of a mind with Esedel; we may not be supplied for a feast, but a good meal does sound pleasant.”

Kvarr tilted his head and extended out a hand towards Silbermine. “Lord Silbermine, my good man, have your people bring up some of your stocks. We shall do the same. I am sure between both of us, we should be able to fashion a meal palatable to all of us here.”

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Wodan

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A hologram of one of Wodan’s ravens appeared close alongside Mallory following his question. “The railgun was not deployed during the crash and did not suffer any meaningfully damage. It is fully operational; however, as with all other systems, power is a critical concern. The Jotunheim’s reactors are still inactive, and the railgun has among the greatest power draw out of any system, behind the FTL drive and deflector barriers. Even at reduced power, a single shot from the weapon could drain weeks from our remaining energy reserves. I recommend its use only as an absolute last resort.”

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

The first handful of days after the final battle had been busier than anyone in the pack might have wanted them to be. Fendros found himself placed right in the middle of making sure that the Imperials, Dominion, and Hal-Neesa’s followers all took their leave of Blackreach peacefully. Despite having worked together for quite a while now, not a single group present were natural allies with one another. They had all made their deals with one another, but now without the threat of Vile to force them together, time would tell how much weight they put on their promises. There were many important decisions ahead, not the least of which would be the fate of the Blackreach clan itself. Regardless of their attempts to obscure the entrances to Blackreach, multiple factions now knew their location. It would be an important decision on whether they wanted to take them on their word, or to move their clan for safety. They would be giving up a great deal by doing so, but it would not be the first time the clan had to relocate.

Fortunately, there was a moment of respite available for the pack for at least one morning. They had dealt with enough problems that they were able to free up some time to simply spend together. Fendros, his pack, and some of their family and friends, were all having a generous lunch prepared for them and brought somewhere quiet just outside the city. It would be right back to work just afterwards, but for a moment, they could let themselves rest.

It was starting to get close to the time where they needed to leave and meet with the others, though Kaleeth had done little that morning. She had stayed in bed late, long after Janius had gotten up, and she had not so much as even gotten herself dressed yet. She was awake, at least, but all she had done for the last ten minutes was to sit on the edge of their bed, silent in thought. It was not the first day she had done this.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Perhaps a gathering of the main cast, with the people important to them? Rhazii, Julan, and the like.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

While I could imagine plenty more epilogue scenes we could do, this was really the last one I had in mind. There are plenty of smaller threads, like with speaking with Lunise, or Fendros' father, or resolving their business with Hal-Neesa. It's up to you if you think they are something that you wouldn't want to end it without doing. Aside from that, I think it is just a matter of deciding what we want that final, send-off scene to be.

The Eye of the Needle (where Fantasy and Sci-fi collide)

Kareet of Arcaeda

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Kareet reacted little to Itxaro’s initial panic. It seemed that she had figured out what was happening, so the problem was solved, as far as Kareet was concerned. She did seem to be curious about the particulars of shapeshifting, and though not a Life mage herself, Kareet was still more than knowledgeable enough to give an answer. “Shapeshifting can be disorienting at first, but a reasonable amount of practice can awaken a creature’s muscle memory. It depends on how similar it is to what you already understand. Moving around on two legs, you should be able to do right away. For me, moving as a Glen took a few hours. Something as complex as flight? It took me regular practice over the course of a week or two. Not too much of an investment, for something so useful.”

Ultimately, the horn that sounded out across the area signaled what would likely be a complete interruption of this little meeting. Kareet supposed she was glad to have learned what she had, though that would not stop her from being annoyed. She watched the approach of the tall creatures with considerably less concern as the Humans around her. Her attitude was practically nonchalant, in comparison. “Those are Zarseaks. They are native to the marshlands between here and Lake Núr. They naturally carry their young in their mouths, so they can be trained to do the same for passengers. They don’t navigate the mountains too well, but the Glen use them widely for transport in the marshes and plains. I imagine some of Silbermine’s reinforcements have arrived.”

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General Kvarr

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“I believe it would be beneficial for me to speak to the Humans, less formally. I would like to get an impression of…”

The horn interrupted Kvarr, though he merely tilted his head and listened for the moment. It was not long before someone new arrived in the tent. Briefly, Kvarr seemed noticeably more interested in Shirik than the arrival of the Mythadian forces. An Iriad, by appearance, still alive while seemingly burning from within from flame. He did not know of Kareet’s original purpose out here, but the stories of someone like Shirik were not unknown to him. Still, he did not choose to comment for the moment. Rather, he put his focus on the arrival of the Warden.

Nellara’s response was not unexpected, though by Kvarr’s reaction, perhaps still slightly disappointing. “I feel no need to meet posturing with posturing. Regardless, if I know the Warden like I think I do, I doubt that is her intention here. I would suggest instead that you accompany me to the Mythadian camp. We can speak with Warden Esedel, and we may finally make some progress here.”

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Upon initial inspection opening the book, it seemed like it may have been a draft of a biography. There were notes in places, and it was uncertain if it had been published widely. The author was anonymous, and most strangely, the date it was claimed to have been written was still many years in the future. For Fendros, though, the story it told was anything but unfamiliar: it was his. It began explaining his background and history in Cheydinhal, though only for a few pages and in quite general terms. It only grew more detailed once he met Meesei’s pack. It described his packmates, though in terms of their personalities, they did seem more like what they were now, rather than what they were back then. As the story moved through the major events of the pack’s journeys and the progress of the war, it appeared that the author was not someone who had firsthand knowledge, but perhaps had known someone who did.

Regardless, over the course of a few chapters, the book told of much of what he had been through over the years. Many private details were omitted, like Ahnasha’s turn to necromancy, or his rocky reunion with his father. Still, from their terrible defeat in Elsweyr, to their struggles against the soul-tearing gas in the years after, to eventually turning the tide with the assistance of Ariel’s cure, the major points of the story were all there. There was, of course, an entire chapter dedicated to the final battle in the Fields of Regret. It told of the battle from multiple perspectives, including ones Fendros had not yet had time to hear from anyone else. There were pages of what seemed like a firsthand account of one of the soldiers that had been fighting down in the valley, one that might have even been hard to believe had Fendros not been there himself. Alongside the rank-and-file soldiers, there were lycan spirits from the Hunting Grounds, Dwemer automatons and tamed Chaurus, and packs of transformed lycanthropes acting almost as cavalry. He particularly expressed disgust at the undead brought by an Argonian vampire, yet could not help but to appreciate the irony that, later in the battle, the powerful magic of that same vampire protected him from a fireball that surely would have incinerated him. And despite all of that, what the soldier was perhaps most surprised by was how Imperial and Dominion troops had, by the circumstances of the war, been forced to join and fight together. He had clearly felt reservations going into the battle, but he noted how quickly all of those worries had vanished when it came time to face down the Daedric hordes. Against such a foe, it seemed that those political divisions had been as far away as Mundus itself.

Though there was plenty to say about the battle itself, the story did soon focus back onto its conclusion. The author’s source placed great emphasis on the importance of the former Champion’s sacrifice, to use the power of the Staff of Magnus to create an explosion of magical power that could sweep away the Daedra threatening to overwhelm them. There was also, as the author noted, a particular insistence from the source to describe sacrifice of Do’rhajul at the apex of the tower during the final confrontation: the former servant of Vile who redeemed himself by ensuring the Godhunter could reach his prey. Out of all of it, though, out of the arrogance and power of Clavicus Vile, and the clashing of gods between him and Hircine. Out of the cleverness of using Barbas to weaken his other half, and the final, desperate push through an army of summoned Daedra, the author seemed to take the greatest pride in focusing on the Godhunter himself. There were multiple paragraphs dedicated to describing every detail of his final charge to cleave his axe into Vile’s being, from his appearance, to even guesses at what thoughts must have been going through his mind. Not all were accurate, but it set the scene effectively all the same. A mortal, a Champion, leading the charge to bring about the defeat of a god.

There was nothing more in the book after the defeat of Clavicus Vile, yet curiously, it definitely seemed like there should have been. The story cut off abruptly after their return from Oblivion, and upon closer inspection, it looked as if every page afterwards had been ripped out of the book. In its place, there was a folded up parchment: a short note that, unlike the rest of the book, was written in Meesei’s handwriting.

I thought you might prefer to write the rest yourself.