The towering ironclad tree could only process so much as he was bombarded by the exclamations of the kindly lizards and the... other lizard. The one that was not covered in woven fibers, at least from the waist up. Was he the one that drew it here? The perversion was strongest here. Though he would have had to focus himself on finding it's source if he wanted to truly find it. However, between the stomping of the undead cattle, shouting of the assassins, and fawning questions of the gentle lady scaleborn, he was slow to respond. The tree was a simple creature with little concept of urgency, so it felt no need to hurry in it's response. Taking each in turn. Perhaps it would even have time to scold the bone creature for it's hostility towards his precious scaleborns by the end...
"I... I aaaaammmm...?" the creature's bark creaked beneath the plating of it's armor as it became lost in thought. Trying to narrow down something it's could describe itself as. "Hrrrrrrmmmm.. Alive." it finally answered the assassin. The branches curling from it's neck shifting as if it had turned it's 'face' towards the necromancer before groaning out its next answer.
"I walked... for... two moons?" Trying to satisfy what it thought she was asking. The concept of distance only really beginning to dawn on the creature in the last summer as it followed the flocks of birds during the change of seasons.

It was now that the connotation of Sheo's 'pull their tails off' sunk in through the creatures thick exterior, eliciting an almost disappointed creaking from the 'rotwood' as it took a step forward past the necromancer with a gnarled, root entwined, skeletal hand held out towards the Minotaur.
"Ooooooohh... Don't. You're dead.... why... hrrrrmmmm... so angry? They don't need.... to be dead... too."

In it's frenzied state the minotaur's strike wasn't too hard to avoid. Korsy managed to jump back and get clear but somehow he and Raze were now marked and couldn't hide. He wasn't sure how it happened but he had his suspicions.
But this wasn't the time for that. There was a crazy undead after them in a bloodrage.
"One of us distracts him, the other one gets on his back!" he called out to Raze while assuming his default stance, "let's take him down, decapitation should do it!"
He then shot from his spot, hoping that he either could get onto the bovine's back or give Raze an opening to attack.

Name:
Rah’do

Prefix definition:
Do: Genderless prefix for “Warrior”

Age:
29

Race:
Cathay-raht.
(The Cathey-raht is born when both Masser and Secunda are waxing. They look like Cathey, the one’s from Oblivion and Skyrim, but are bigger and stronger, being described as Jaguar men. While they also retain their agility and are very acrobatic they are not fit for stealth.)

Occupation:
Tradesman, though not above earning coins through different means.

Residence:
Has no real home, mainly travels from place to place to conduct trade.

Affiliation:
None really, Elsweyr at best.

Relationship:
Single (Open for shipping)

Appearance:
Rah’do is a brute of Khajiit and fits the definition Cathay-raht perfectly, standing at a immense 9 feet tall (2.74m) and having the bulk to back it up, living up to his subspecies nickname, “Jaguar men”. His fur is nice desert color with black spots dotted around as well. His primary attire is a set of steel plate armor with his Orcish Greatsword on his back.

Weapon of choice:
Rah’do is a simple cat, no need for fancy weapons like bows or magic. He relies on his trusty Orcish greatsword and if need by he will bring a steel sword and shield to the fight if he is needed to a bodyguard.

Preferred combat tactic:
Once again, nothing too fancy. Rah’do prefers the straight forward attack, charging the enemy down and striking them down before they can react to his advance. His speed and agility can also catch his opponent off guard… not to mention he knows how intimidating he can be in combat when coming at the enemy with speed of a werewolf.

Personality:
Rah’do is a joyful individual. He likes to talk, drink and spent time with those he cares for. That being said he isn’t opposed to being alone as he travels from place to place alone. Apart from that he is very passionate about his blacksmithing. While some might call it a bit crude and unrefined he says that it’s just like his mentor used to make it, granted he was taught the craft by an orc.
Once combat starts he tends to get very focused on ending the fight early, something he is very good at doing. Depending on the circumstances he will either charge at the enemy or remain with the group to act as the living shield. Frankly he can’t deny that he finds some sort of enjoyment in the thrill and adrenaline rush combat provides.

Backstory:
Rah’do was born and initially raised in Elsweyr. However, at an early age his family started to travel north to conduct trading. Things went as well as you might expect with most of it happening outside the cities because Khajiits aren’t exactly trusted by anyone. Still, this is how Rah’do learned the art of trading… and also how he got introduced to blacksmithing as he found himself fascinated by an orc as he worked by the forge.
It was also here he learned the art of combat. As they came under attack by bandits he was forced to learn how to defend himself and seeing as he was born a Cathay-raht that seemed to be easier as he grew older. Frankly he found himself enjoying it to a certain extend but combat wasn’t something he could live off, he wasn’t a mercenary. Instead he returned to smithing, seeking out someone to teach… somehow but a stroke of luck or fate ending up with the same orc that had captivated him when he was but a kitten. He seemed to have some aptitude for the craft and seeks to hone it further as he now travels southern Cyrodiil to sell his wares. Fair trades are guaranteed 8 times out of 10 and, if one has the coin, he isn’t above doing mercenary work. Funny how people change as they grow up right?

Theme song (Skyrim OST - Unbroken Road): https://youtu.be/EK3q3Jb3TCQ

Battle theme (Skyrim OST - Blood and Steel): https://youtu.be/ZNz8pan5hN4

Raze nodded "I guess you're right this day will not be my end, and if it is by Sithis I will like it more if I go down fighting." He said as he drew his daggers out facing the Minotaur ready for it to start attacking them 

"I suppose that much is true and your... efficiency is still something to be admired with a grain of though." Korsy shrugged as Sheogorath explained why stealth wasn't an option for him, "as for what happened here, it won't get out. I swear by the sap of my Hist."
He didn't get to say much more however, as the necromancer didn't seem pleased when she heard the name of the Dread Father and summoned an undead minotaur in response. He glanced behind him quickly and then at Raze, "perhaps, but i'm more keen on returning this creature to the ground."
He hands were already at the hilt of his daggers, however, as he was about to draw them a new one entered the fray. It did throw him off but he quickly left his current position to make himself slightly harder to hit. "By seed and spleen, what is that?!"