Eternal Hunt, Part II: The Dawn of War

Post » Fri May 27, 2011 7:51 am

Introduction and Commentary


NEW PLAYERS ARE WELCOME TO JOIN IN THIS PART AND ALL FOLLOWING PARTS, AT ANY TIME! JUST SEND ME A PM USING THE CHARACTER SHEET FORMAT AND I MAY OR MAY NOT ACCEPT IT! BUT I CERTAINLY WILL TELL YOU HOW TO FIX IT IF IT ISN'T APPROPRIATE! THANKS!

The first thread: http://www.gamesas.com/bgsforums/index.php?showtopic=929926&st=0

I'm very excited to introduce the second part of Eternal Hunt. There will be a lot of story to convey from the last thread, but I'll try as accurately as I can. I'm glad that this has continued to the point of a second thread and hope the RPers enjoy the continuation of the series. For new comers, Eternal Hunt is basically an RP thread involving Bloodseekers (not Blood Seekers, blood seekers, or blood-seekers) a special organization that originally branched out from the Mage's Guild. Since then they have become a entirely new faction, hiring mercenaries, ex-Legoniares, and adventurerers seeking action, gold, and fame. You may play as a member of the Bloodseekers, a Vampire, a Necromancer, or even a Werewolf. But remember, all factions have enemies. The Bloodseekers have declared all-out war on the other three, hunting them down for crimes against their ideals of "justice". The Necromancers have few allies, often choosing to work by themselves and rob graves or Cemetaries. The Vampires and Werewolves are in small conflicts of their own throughout Tamriel, but some ally to stop the Bloodseekers.
You may play from any of the four factions, (Or one in between, such as Wedensday's Character, Jentina) and in any style you wish. But remember, there are consequences for your actions, and those among your enemies are not the kind to be merciful.


Recount of Events

The year was 3E 433. Oblivion gates had begun to appear all over Cyrodiil, and also some parts of East and West Tamriel. The first night of the Oblivion Crisis, as it was later deemed, was dark, and gloomy in Skingrad. Vampires were dealing blood in the alleys. Several saw it happen. One acted. It was a Werewolf, named Angorhn. He brutally slew the defenseless Vampire within it's own home, a common act of violence among the two warring factions. But a Wood Elf saw it, he saw it all. This Wood Elf was Thorin Claemore, also a Werewolf. But not the same kind, a calmer, and more reserved Werewolf, one whose true form was contained with a magical ring. He dd not like most of his kind, especially those warring with other factions. Others saw it happen, notably a Bloodseeker named Faolin. Necromancers, unbeknownst to the Bloodseekers, had been dealing their dark trades in the caves outside of Skingrad, notably the skillful Lliryn.

Meanwhile, Bloodseekers were stirring outside of the town. They set camps around the town, knowing darkness stirred in the once peaceful Skingrad. The next moring, Thorin the Wood Elf surveyed the Bloodseekers approaching town. There he met one of the blood-dealing Vampires, ready to attack. It hadn't feasted last night...
The two fought, but were soon interrupted by two more adversaries. Bloodseekers. One of them was Faolin, the one who had watched the Blood-dealings from above the night before. Faolin easily dispatched the Vampire, but Thorin, given no other choice, killed the poor Bloodseeker. It was then just Faolin and Thorin, facing off.

Thorin convinced the Bloodseeker to hold the attack, after telling him his Werewolf form was under control and he meant only peace. Thorin left, off to a clocktower where he would stay the rest of the day. Faolin went back and reported to his superiors... but the murdering Werewolf from the night before had seen this encounter... and he knew Werewolf kin were in town. Later that night, Faolin, alerted to the presence of Necromancers near town, headed out into the forest. There he met the sorcerous Lliryn, a Necromancer, of course. The two battled briefly, until another challenger arose. It was again the murderous Werewolf, Angorhn. It was a three-way battle in the forest, until a forth appeared, a second Necromancer named Synthius. It was now a FOUR-way brawl, each of them confused as to whom to strike next, and who to defend.

Half a mile north of their location was Jentina, a Witch of sorts. She noticed some noises closeby, and also stumbled upon some Bloodseekers. She teleported away but ended up not in the Mage's guild, but amidst the brawl. After some quick-talking by a now-human Angorhn and the escape of the Necromancers and Thorin, who stumbled upon them as well, the fight was over. But before he left, Thorin, knowing Angorhn was the murderous Werewolf, inflicted a near-fatal wound to his chest, and fled. Angorhn stayed in an Inn, to recover from the almost deadly blow. But a Bloodseeker detective of sorts, Abbott Flynt, found him, and wanted nothing but to ruin what little life he had left. Surprisingly, Jentina showed up and used Telekinesis to fling Abbott out of the window. With the help of his two assistants, Flynt escaped, eventually ending up in the Imperial City, where he recovered from the wounds. But a scar was forever left on Flynt's face.

Jentina and Angorhn escaped to Solstheim using a Teleportation spell. Unfortunately for them, a brutally violent Bloodseeker Captain, D'raziir, had arrived on the beaches with an army of men. It just so happened that via bribes and threats, he had been allowed in the Seekers despite being a massive Werewolf. D'raziir had just begun his assault on a nordic village near Solstheim's shore, where Jentina and Angorhn were.

Meanwhile, an Oblivion gate appeared outside of Skingrad. Now allies, Faolin and Thorin went into to try and deactivate it. Inside the Sigil Tower, they met a Daedroth, a massive crocodile-like humanoid. It nearly killed Faolin, and fatally injured Thorin. Thorin let loose his primal fury that had been sealed away for a decade, becoming a fabled Werebeast, thanks to the excess energy within the Daedric Realm. He destroyed the Daedroth, and nearly killed Faolin. But finally, Faolin managed to revert Thorin back to his senses. A Storm Atronach attacked, but they managed to escape with the Sigil Stone. Thorin escpaped into the forest, fleeing from Bloodseekers who had seen the gate closed. Faolin soot met him at his treetop home, a well furnished open-walled house. They figured out from their time in Oblivion, that some daedric lord wanted the Book of Ancients, which was rumored to be hidden in Skingrad, and also being seeked out by Mannimarco, king of worms. They set off for Skingrad, their goal: The Book of Ancients, to destroy it and end the Necromancer's reign over Tamriel.

In the Imperial City, Vampires had run amok, attacking innocent people under the command of their Vampire leader, Llaryn Dren. Abbott Flynt, now recovered, managed to protect an old man, and capture one of the Vampires. But before he could question it, an arrow shattered the window and killed him. It had a note attached to it by Dren's top marksman, taunting Flynt with the name "Llaryn Dren". Abbott, now determined to stop Dren, and cause as much havoc as possible, set out into the night. Dren was safely secured in his mansion within the city, guarded by thousands of vampires, including an old friend, promised the chance to kill Flynt if he didn't accept to an honorable duel with Dren.

So, to sum things up, we have several sub-plots in this epic story:

Oblivion Crisis
The Book of Ancients
The Solstheim Invasion
Dren and his Vampires

and two new ones:

The Dawn of War and The Quarantine. The Dawn of war will be described in the next part.

New Backstory

A lot of things have happened recently. Oblivion gates have become even more common, Bloodseekers have invaded Solstheim, and more importantly, war has begun in the land of Tamriel. Despite the countless Oblivion gates, man still finds way to harm eachother. Psuedo-man, rather. One of the largest-scale all-out wars has spread throughout Tamriel. Towns are deteriorating from conflicts between Vampires and Werewolves, Necromancers and the Legion, and Bloodseekers and everyone else. Ships had docked all across the land, soldiers pouring out to enter battle with other armies on the fields near Anvil, or the highlands close to Skyrim, or even the marshlands down by Bravil. The Imperial City has indefinately closed it's gates, for a disease has spread from the Werewolves and Vampires, and the entire area quarantined. The Dawn is coming... and with it, comes war.

Rules and Guidelines

1) No mind reading or all knowing characters
2) No god mode or uber playing
3) No bad language, other than the words not starred out already
4) Be realistic with your posts, this is strongly player versus player so do NOT try and be invincible. Players can and will die. It is suggested to submit a second character after your death
5) If you are traveling long distances, actually travel. No instant travel, please.
6) You may start with good equipment, but no full enchanted daedric with a plethera of kick ass weapons. Keep it simple. Enchanted equipment is allowed but nothing complex.
7) Use good grammar and spelling
8) Post as often as possible, RPs aren't an obligation but certainly require you to post. No double posts are allowed, but as long as someone posted after your last post, you can post again.
9) PM me all Character Sheets, just let me approve first. No posting character sheets, just describe your character like a real writer would.
10) Use OOC brackets when speaking out of character
11) Most importantly, have fun!

Character Sheets

All credit goes to Morty14 for his character sheet setup.


NOTE: PM ME ALL CHARACTER SHEETS AND WAIT FOR APPROVAL. POSTING THEM IS ALLOWED, HOWEVER.

General Information

Name:
Gender:
Race: (Also tell if you're a vampire or werewolf)
Birthsign:(We're going by Oblivion signs for this)
Age:
Personality:


Class Information


Class name and Description (custom, if you wish)
Specialization: Magic, Combat, or Stealth
Skills:(PICK ONLY THREE. No more is allowed. I will not accept character sheets with any more than three.)


Appearance


Height:
Weight:
General Appearance: (consider race/gender when describing)



Equipment


Armor:(Again, no uber stuff please...)
Weapons: (See above)
Enchanted items: (Same as above, keep it simple. None is a perfectly legitimate option here)


Disposition


Towards the law:
Towards the Nine:
Towards the legal guilds:
Towards the Empire:
Towards Vampires:
Towards the Blood Seekers:
Towards Werewolves:
Towards Necromancers:
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Jeffrey Lawson
 
Posts: 3485
Joined: Tue Oct 16, 2007 5:36 pm

Post » Fri May 27, 2011 4:37 pm

Name:Set-Ra
Gender:Male
Race:Argonian
Birthsign:Mage
Age:28
Personality:calm,cool,neutral


Class Information


Class name and Description: SpellBlade
Specialization:Combat
Skills:Blade,Destruction,Light Armor


Appearance: heavily muscled, red,black,and dark green scales, with long spines,and red eyes


Height:6'1
Weight:210
General Appearance: heavily muscled, red,black,and dark green scales, with long spines,and red eyes



Equipment


Armor: Steel ChainMail (Enchanted with shield (15 points)

Weapons:A Steel Short sword [Bloodlett] (Enchanted with damage health), and a Steel Claymore [(enchated with 24 fire damage) [Retribution]

Enchanted items:a scroll of frost atronach,a ring with heal self, a pendant with 60% chameleon


Disposition


Towards the law:If they stay out of his way, he will stay out of theirs
Towards the Nine:Not his gods
Towards the legal guilds:Too much commitment
Towards the Empire:Whats good for the empire is good for the citizen
Towards Vampires:if they stay off his neck his blade will be off theirs
Towards the Blood Seekers:They shouldnt push on other races
Towards Werewolves:They seem they are close to kahjiit, how far till they persecute them?
Towards Necromancers:Grave robbing is wrong, but if they bought the body its fine
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Louise
 
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Joined: Wed Nov 01, 2006 1:06 pm

Post » Fri May 27, 2011 6:52 am

Name: Synthius Darius
Gender: Male
Race: Breton
Birthsighn: The Mage
Age: 27
Personality:Cruel and delites in others pain.

Class: Necromancer
Specialization:Magic
Skills: Destruction, conjuration, Restorartion

Height: Bit shorter than normal
Weight: 130 Lb
General apearance: Skin color is fleshy pale, hair is black, Very weak and sickly, His face is usually has stains of blood.

Armor: Black necromancer robes stained in blood, and a black hood with the scarf to keep the horrible smells out.
Weapons: A black rusted shortsword used to cut corpes and the like. Also has a walking staff with a welknyd stone attached for light
Enchanted Items:Has a amualet with fortify strength
Misc. A black soul gem

Toward the Law: Despises it for not letting him use the graveyard
Toward the nine:Hates it and does not believe in it
Toward legal guilds: Fine with most except the mages guild
Toward the Empire: Ignores them
Towards vampires: Finds them facsinating and great test subjects.
Towards Bloodseekers: Hates them and wants them all dead
Towards werewolves: Ignores them
Towards Necromancers: fine with them, prefers privacy
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Jerry Cox
 
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Joined: Wed Oct 10, 2007 1:21 pm

Post » Fri May 27, 2011 9:05 am

General Information

Name: Fredrick
Gender: Male
Race: Imperial (Vampire)
Birthsign: Tower
Age: 235 (looks like he's 28)
Personality: A true Gentalman when in public. He will help a woman across the street, but will also hunt her after. He is the best hunter he knows, all the vampires that he's met have never matched his way of hunting and prowess.


Class Information


Class name and Description: Scout
Specialization: Stealth
Skills: Sneak, Lockpicking, Blade


Appearance


Height: 5' 10"
Weight: l98bs
General Appearance: Long Blonde hair, red eyes, muscular (Not overly muscular though).

Equipment


Armor: Long Black leather boots, blue satin pants, white pirate puffy shirt, red silk vest, dark blue satin over coat.
Weapons: Short fine silver sword, Steel daggar
Enchanted items: Ring of invisibility, regular walking cane


Disposition


Towards the law: Find it very annoying when hunting in the city.
Towards the Nine: Has never found proof of these "Gods"
Towards the legal guilds: Fun to hunt and torture. Finds they turn into good Vampires
Towards the Empire: Annoying, once again finds it in his way when hunting
Towards Vampires: Friendly towards most, others he does'nt even talk to.
Towards the Blood Seekers: Fun to hunt, and also finds they turn into good Vampires
Towards Werewolves: Once again he finds them annoying while he's hunting in the wilderness or cities
Towards Necromancers: Amusing. Fun to hunt, but also easy to get along with.
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JERMAINE VIDAURRI
 
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Post » Fri May 27, 2011 11:39 am

General Information

Name: Angorhn
Gender: Male
Race: Nord (Werewolf)
Birthsign: Warrior
Age: 26
Personality: He is a friendly man, who would give to the poor, but if he himself was poor he would hold what ever valubles he had, and sell them. He can also be very rude. If he is annoyed or thinking, he will lash at people


Class Information


Class name and Description: Warrior
Specialization: Combat
Skills: Blade, Light Armor, Hand to Hand

Appearance


Height: 6' 4"
Weight: 210 lbs
General Appearance: His skin is very tan for a nord, but has the tan complextion of a imperial. He has a sort of brutish look to him, even though he is a kind man/werewolf. He has long light brown hair that flows to the bottom of his neck. Scar on his righ eye, from a battle with a vampire while in werewolf form



Equipment


Armor: Leather armor
Weapons: Long Steel Sword, Steel Daggar x2
Enchanted items: None


Disposition


Towards the law: He approves of law in towns and cities, but in the wild there are no laws to him.
Towards the Nine: Cant stand them, he thinks that they are a bunch of jerks with ego problems.
Towards the legal guilds: He can stand them, he thinks they have some value, but he would never join one.
Towards the Empire: Does'nt like it so much, he thinks that the empire has an ego problem also.
Towards Vampires: Hates them with a passion, if he ever met another vampire he would kill it immediatly.
Towards the Blood Seekers: Tolerates them, because they mostly hunt vampires, but would kill them.
Towards Werewolves: He likes them, since he is one anyway most of them he can stand but some he cant.
Towards Necromancers: Thinks that they are a bunch of freaks with a necrophilia fetish.
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Elisha KIng
 
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Post » Fri May 27, 2011 5:58 pm

Solstheim, Nordic Village

D'raziir, Khajiit and lead Captain of the Bloodseeker armada, stormed up the snowy hill, towards the village, which was, apparently, already in havoc. D'raziir had let loose his Werewolf form, entirely confusing some of the new Bloodseekers, but to most of them, he was just a weapon. A man whose fury could not be compared, whose wrath uncontainable. A man who had risen through the ranks through bribes and threats, despite his true form. But that form was now angrily rushing toward the Nordic Village, claws outstretched, his fangs aching to dig into flesh and bone. But it seemed a woman was already destroying the town, a Witch or renegade Mage it appeared. She was blasting magical bolts all around the place, and practically scaring the crap out of anyone in her way. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.
D'raziir roared defiantly, to get the woman's attention.
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Nany Smith
 
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Post » Fri May 27, 2011 9:29 am

Solsthiem, Nordic Village

Angorhn can hear the roar of a Werewolf, as Theslin and him make it into the house. The other Werewolf's rush towards them ignoring Angorhn for a moment.

"Whats going on out there?" they ask with a curious look on their faces. Angorhn looks at the group as he catches his breath and stands up.

"Blood-seekers have attacked the town, and have a creature with them... A werewolf!" Angorhn says looking at the group worried, yet wanting to take the challenge.

"Every lets go, we have no time to waist!" Theslin says as they make their way back to the village. Smoke can be seen rising over the hills towards the town, as the make their way to the town. The group quickly morphes into their Werewolf forms, Angorhn being the largest and the most muscular as well as being the largest in the group.

Another roar can be heard, as the group makes their way to the village...
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chloe hampson
 
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Post » Fri May 27, 2011 12:04 pm

Dren's Mansion

Fedrick awoke relaxed and ready to hunt. Everything was trashed and thrown around, blood covered the walls and part of the floor around him, as he stepped out of his coffin. The window's were open and the draqes were torn and shredded, as they gently blew in the wind. Fredrick could'nt feel a thing, but he could some how sence an evil presence in the room. He could hear footsteps coming towards him from behind, as he quickly turned around an saw a tall figure in a doorway. He could'nt see its face, but the figure was tall and dark, as it slowly approached him.

"Who are you!" Fredrick demanded, as he stood his ground ready for a fight. The figure did'nt make a peep as it just walked closer and closer to him.

"Who are you. I demand to know your name? What happened here?" Fredrick demanded once more with a sturn tone of voice.

"I have come for you Fredrick of..." The figure was cut off by Fredrick.

"Do not speak the rest of that name to me, or I will kill you where you stand!" Fredrick said grasping his sword.

"But why kill me Fredrick?" the figure said in a high raspy whisper, "Why kill me Fredrick, when I'am YOU!"

The figure raised its head looking directly at Fredrick. It was him, but its face was distorted, it had no skin around its left eye, and its skill was shrivalled and seemed to be dried out.

"Who are you really?" Fredrick asked taking a step back from the figure.



"Do not worry Fredrick, I'am only here to warn you." Fredrick looked at the figure of him, as it continued, "If you do not wish to end your Creature of the Night lifestyle, you must head to Solsthiem. A nordic village is under attack by Blood-seeker's and they will stop at nothing to kill everyone including you, when they make their way here!"

Fredrick quickly awoke from his coffin looking in the darkness, as he realized it was all a dream. He saw Dren doing something, and walked over to him.

"Dren. I must head to Solsthiem now, I'am sorry to burden you with this, but I need some sort of transportation during the day. My last driver was killed... By me," Fredrick looked at Dren with an eager face, and was ready to head to Solsthiem...
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claire ley
 
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Post » Fri May 27, 2011 5:54 am

Updates in Italics.

General Information

Name: Lliryn Thanelen
Gender: Male
Race: Dunmer
Birthsign: The Lord
Age: 102 (looks about 50.... he has aged terribly.)
Personality: -dark and brooding
-slightly..... insane, from lack of communication with the living.
-thirst for knowledge and power
-sadistic and cruel


Class Information


Class name and Description: Necromancer
Specialization: Magic
Skills: Destruction, Illusion and Conjuration.


Appearance


Height: 5'10"
Weight: 160 pounds.
General Appearance: Rather skinny and frail, he is still in okay shape, with a short face and dark skin. His long white hair grows down to his neck but is kept clean and groomed. His thick white eyebrows give him a perma-frown and his teeth are yellowed slightly and rather crooked. the entire left side of his face is scarred and burnt, leaving his left eye somewhat blinded at times. Now has a long, wide scar on his left shoulder.



Equipment


Armor: Standard Black Necromancer Robes. Black tunic underneath with Fire Shield enchantment. Black, worn leather boots. Black hood.
Weapons: Silver shortsword. (for the ghosties)
Enchanted items: Tunic with Fire Shield. Amulet of the Nord. (Frost Shield)
Misc: A Tome of Necromantic Rituals.


Disposition


Towards the law: Despicable pigs. They hate him, so he hates them.
Towards the Nine: They do not exist to him. Only the God of Worms.
Towards the legal guilds: Hates them all, especially the Mages Guild.
Towards the Empire: Nobody rules him except himself.
Towards Vampires: He doesn't think of them much. THey leave him to his own then he does the same. He is not one to judge for the way they live.
Towards the Blood Seekers: They want him dead, so he wants their souls. A particular Bosmer Blood-Seeker has made a powerful foe.....
Towards Werewolves: He doesn't think of them much. THey leave him to his own then he does the same. He is not one to judge for the way they live.
Towards Necromancers: Even to friendly Necromancers, he isn't the friendliest of people, though he does show more tolerance.

He commands a Skeleton that contains the soul of a long dead Redguard warrior named Sorian. Fights with an iron longsword and shield, and dons a cuirass and helmet, as well as boots. A loyal servant, though it has no choice, the connection between Lliryn and Sorian is a mental one, and will due its masters bidding with a thought.

Commands the mummified corpse of a long dead noble. The corpse has been imbued with the soul of a dead Listener of the Dark Brotherhood, one who is murderous and angry. The mummy stands nearly 6 and a half feet tall, but its true strength comes from the enchantments Lliryn placed upon it. Enchantments of enhancing its Strength, Speed and defense against both weapons and the elements. Carries a steel mace which is magically hardened.


IC post soon.....
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Gavin boyce
 
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Post » Fri May 27, 2011 9:40 am

Lliryn walked down the main road leading to Skingrad, his undead servants moving through the bushes at his side, as he passed many guard patrols who were obviously on the lookout for the Daedra. The spells of minor concealing for his servants were essential he soon found out for the Bloodseekers were out in large numbers today. He was also thankful he had been smart enough to not wear his black robes and hood.

He wore a set of steel grey robes with matching hood, with his tunic underneath, and magical amulet resting on top of the robes. He held a walking stick, which was surprisingly, just a walking stick, and on his belt, under his robes, his tome was hooked to a lop on his belt, just in case it was needed.

He neared the gates, and made sure nobody was looking, before ducking into the bushes to the side, going around the stables, with his servants at his heels. He found a fairly sheltered rocky overcropping, which blocked the view from all but one direction, and ordered his minions to remain in place, only moving if they are found, or if Lliryn was to call for them.

He adjusted some bushes to further conceal them, before heading back to the gates, noting the large number of guards around the entrance, as security had been increased quite a bit. He passed through the gates, and pulled up his hood a little more, concealing his face, as he was sure his Bosmer friend was in the city, and he meant to find him.

On the way to the city though, he had been bombarded with more mental messages, but he could still not decipher them, nor could he make contact with the one who was communicating with him. Whoever it was, they were incredibly powerful and cunning, as Lliryn had perfected his mental defenses, so as to make himself more resistant to the power of illusion that should be used against him.

He moved further into the city, his eyes turned outwards, as he looked for his target....
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Hilm Music
 
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Post » Fri May 27, 2011 12:11 pm

Skingrad


Synthius set out to Skingrad after getting cleaned up. He walked down the road avoiding all Bloodseeker patrols best he could. He walked near the gate he waited out of sight and when no one was around he dashed as fast as he could through the gate. He stumbled through and leaned against a wall out of breath. He walked through the darkest corners of the city until he saw two Wood Elves. They might just know were this tome of great power is. He stumbled from the building keeping his scarf tight around his face and his hood low. He knew getting information from them would be easy, but being able to torture them without resistance would be hard so he he drew his shortsword and kept his staff in position with a spell in his mind ready to cast it at will.
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Soku Nyorah
 
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Post » Fri May 27, 2011 4:03 pm

Dren Mansion

"What? To Solstheim?" asked Dren, brought out of his trance and pulled abrubtly back into reality.
"Yes... yes, of course. You may go."
As Frederick walked down the stairs, and out of the mansion, Dren gripped his Ebony Cutlass, thinking hard.
I am sorry, old friend. But these are times of war... I cannot allow one of my men to leave town... I know full well you are capable of escaping the Quarantined city, but to go to Solstheim... I don't think so. Our enemy lies in the heart of Solstheim. Our two enemies. You could be a spy. Besides, I need you to find this Bloodseeker... I truly am sorry.

Dren made sure to see Frederick leave the mansion far behind, before he commanded a Vampire to enter his room with a demanding voice.
"Do not allow him to leave the city. It is here he lives, and it is here he shall die."

Unknown Cave

Mannimarco, the King of Worms, sighed dejectively as his spell failed.
"My powers are growing weak," he said to his fellow Necromancer and assistant, Rorek.
"I cannot contact anyone near Skingrad. I know the book to be there... the continued fortifaction by the Bloodseekers and the Daedric attack is proof enough... but I do not know why a Daedric Lord wants this book... he can already summon a legion of undying adversaries."
"Maybe he wants compitition out of the way?" suggested Rorek.
"No... no, this is far more complicated. Much larger scale of warfare, I forsee, Rorek. This is not bait to draw me in... no, no it cannot be so."
Mannimarco scowled, his black hood draping over his elegant, golden features.
"Sarcoro!" commanded the Altmer, snapping his fingers!"
"Yes, my king?"

A tall, well-built high elf walked into the chamber. He wasn't dressed in the usual Necromancer robe and hood, but rather a full set of Dwarven battle armor, exluding the helmet. A shining Elven blade was safely tucked away in a scabbard on his waist.
"I need you to go to Skingrad. Find the Book of Ancients. If you fail me... your family will suffer the consequences."
"Please, please do not hurt them, my King! I did not choose this and neither did they!"
"I command you to go to Skingrad!" shouted Mannimarco, his beautiful face contorting into rage.
"Y-yes, of course..." said Sarcoro, leaving the sanctuary chamber behind, and grudgingly heading for the cave's exit.

Skingrad

"So Faolin, what library do we check first? Skingrad is a massive city... there's bound to be dozens..." asked Thorin as they slipped into the crowd near Skingrad's entrance gate, basically becoming invisible to the Bloodseeker patrols.
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Mrs shelly Sugarplum
 
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Post » Fri May 27, 2011 4:08 pm

Solsthiem, Nordic Village

Angorhn and the group charged the attacking Blood-seekers as Angorhn and Theslin tore them apart. Several Blood-seekers were torn to shreads by the other werewolfs as Thorin made his way through the Blood-seeker crowd. Angorhn looked around for a moment quickly spotting a Werewolf, that was a bit bigger than him.

Theslin also spotted it, but continued to tear Blood-seekers apart. Angorhn charged the Werewolf slicing it across the snout and right shoulder...

OCC: I'm going to be offline for a bit, but will return.
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Post » Fri May 27, 2011 10:58 am

OCC: Not cool Bebop, I'm not planning on dying anytime soon, or ever. :)

Drens Mansion

Fredrick walked out into the night getting far enough away from Dren's mansion. The night was clear and peaceful, when Fredrick senced something following him from Dren's mansion. He looked around, as he saw a Legionnaire standing at the city gates.The Legionnaire looked at Fredrick with a curious look.

"Halt! Who goes there?" The Legionnaire said with a gruff voice.

"I'am just a simple nobleman, who wishes to pass."

"I'am sorry M'lord, but tonight those vile Vampire's are out and have been killing. I suggest you return to your house or manor"

Fredrick looked at the Legionnaire, sencing the figure coming closer to him. It was no place for a figh, exspecially when a Legionnaire was right infront of him.

"You look tired. Maybe you'd like to take a seat, how about I get you a seat from my manor and bring it back?" Fredrick said with a smile.

"Thank you, but I would be in trouble with the guard." The legionnaire said with a pleasant tone of voice. The figure's scent came closer as Fredrick bowed to the man, and walked back to Dren's Manor.

Fredrick approached Dren's manor seeing Dren looking outside a window. With his amazing Vampire strength and speed, Fredrick lurched onto the window seal, and opened the window.

"Dren, you can not have your goon's follow me around. I will not stand for it. I'am my own Vampire, and will do what I choose. This war must be fought in Solsthiem or great distruction may happen to our race. We need to make an attack on our enemies stronghold before they can attack us with their strong force. I will go to Solstheim and gather a small force together and make a safe house for us to operate from. So unless you have anything against that, I shall take my leave!"

Fredrick stepped forward towards Dren looking at him sturnly...
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Post » Fri May 27, 2011 7:40 pm

Name: Marshall Zaroff
Gender: Male
Race: Imperial
Birthsign: The Lord
Age: 28
Personality: He's generally a nice guy, it's usually pretty hard to get him angry. He's cool and collective in tight situations. Unlike the other Bloodseekers, he's not against all vampires, werewolves and necromancer in general. He just doesn't like their methods.


Class Information


Class name and Description: Ranger
Specialization: Combat
Skills: Blade, hand-to-hand, Sneak


Appearance


Height: 6" 2"
Weight: 160 pounds
General Appearance: Somewhat above average muscle mass, Short brown hair, 5 o' clock shadow, Brown eyes.



Equipment


Armor: Nothing at the moment, but at home he has some thick leather armor.
Weapons: Keeps a silver shortsword around his waist, but at home he has a silver longsword and a crossbow with 40 bolts.
Enchanted items: None


Disposition


Towards the law: He has nothing against it, but he believes it alright to break if you have a good enough reason
Towards the Nine: Doesn't really care
Towards the legal guilds: Again, doesn't really care
Towards the Empire: Believes it would be great if everyone would just accept the Empire's rule.
Towards Vampires: Nothing against them personally, just doesn't like their methods of feeding.
Towards the Blood Seekers: He is one, but doesn't really like the fanatical ones that just want to kill something.
Towards Werewolves: See " Towards Vampires."
Towards Necromancers: He would let them practice their "arts" in private, but they insist on letting their creations loose. So he works against them.



I'll make an IC later.
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Tania Bunic
 
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Post » Fri May 27, 2011 7:28 pm

OOC: I said don't be all knowing... I understand you "sensed" it, but that almost broke a rule. Do not just suddenly learn of your foes plans out of the blue, Dr. Strangelove.

Dren Mansion


Dren smiled.
"I've forgotten how fast you are. And my, the ears on that head of yours... do not assume my plan before it has been put into action. I know how to deal with this Solstheim problem. I cannot allow you to leave the city. Not only will the guards attempt to stop you, as the place is Quarantined, but my top men will make you a pincushion for arrows and spells once you pass over the walls. And what shall you do if and when you reach Solstheim? Considering you even manage to persuade my men, though doubtful, you'd only have a handful brave enough to go against everyone there. Do you fully understand the numbers, old friend? Thousands. Thousands of Bloodseekers, and easily ten times as many Vampires I have there are Werewolves. You wouldn't stand a chance. If you wish to keep that pretty head on your neck, then I suggest you remain in the city walls, old friend".

Solstheim, Nordic Village

D'raziir howled in fury as he was slashed on the snout by a Werewolf almost his size. He hopped back with incredible speed, and lunged forward, digging both claws into the other's stomach. He plowed him over, and the two tumbled down a snowy hill, the claws digging and ripping ever further. The crashed to a stop in a pile of snow, which D'raziir promply leapt out of, landing in a defensive stance. He awaited the other's move, while he cautiously walked around the snowy field.
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Post » Fri May 27, 2011 9:33 am

Synthius tried to reach them but they sliped into the large crowd to quick. Growing rather anoyed he went into the crowd pushing people and giving them angry looks. Some backed away in fear tempted to get a bloodseeker but was to frightend. He saw one of the wood elves and got closer. The closer he got he soon reconized him and saw that it was the blooseeker he fought with that night. He grabed him and put his shortsword to the neck and took him into a dark ally. He hoped his freind would come and lead him to the book.
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Post » Fri May 27, 2011 4:08 pm

OOC: Instant death, you may post a response, but do NOT further this sub plot until SubaruBlue posts.

Skingrad

Thorin suddenly realized Faolin was gone, unable to answer his question.
"Faolin? FAOLIN?!"
Thorin knew he shouldn't be drawing attention to himself, but Faolin was not one to just disappear. The Wood Elf nimbly slipped through the crowds, finally coming to a stop in front of a dark alleyway. There, in the alleyway, was a man, holding Faolin, a shortsword pointed to his neck.
"What the hell is going on?!" said Thorin, cautiously eyeing the blade.
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Post » Fri May 27, 2011 11:38 am

OCC: Dont worry Bebop, that was all just to see how close I could get before breaking a rule. And now that I know, I wont do it again. I was'nt planning on doing it again anyway, so no worries.

Dren's Mansion

Fredrick looked at Dren for a moment, before opening his mouth. He was irritated, and was not in a good mood to be pushed around, but he put those feeling's to the side.

"Then if I'am not allowed to make my trip to Solsthiem. I will stay here, until our force's are strong enough to mount an attack. We must take our enemies out before they destroy us! It is a matter of survival!" Fredrick said straining his neck as he motioned out the window.


Fredrick looked around for a moment before returning his attension back to Dren. He was furious that Dren would not allow him to leave just because the city was under lockdown, and that Werewolf's and Blood-seeker's were amassing in Solsthiem.

"Dren? Is that one Vampire still live here who teaches Heavy Armor techniques and other such things with Heavy Armor, because I want to get my hands on one of those Imperial Leginnaire horseman body armor and helmet, just incase we do get into somekind of heavy fighting?" Fredrick looked at Dren with a false smile...
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Post » Fri May 27, 2011 12:27 pm

OOC: Okay, I'll wait till he posts. Heres my responce and I won't post again untill he posts.

Skingrad

"I overheard you and your bloodseeker freind here talking about a certian book I need. Your freind won't be hurt if you lead me to the book." He said lying about not hurting them. He will have to deal with them if they interfere with his plans.

Synthius got the spell into his mind and griped the bloodseeker tighter waiting.
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Post » Fri May 27, 2011 11:39 am

[Good to see everybody back again :D]

Name: Jentina Ve'Sey. (Jen-Tee-Nuh Veh-Say)

Race: Imperiton (Imperal/Breton mix)

Age: Twenty-Two.

Birthsign: The Lady.

Class: Witch/Sorceress.

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral.

Skills: The main and most powerful skills Jentina uses are as follows - Destruction, Illusion, Restoration, and most importantly Mysticism.

Height: 5 foot 6 inches.

Weight: 118 lbs.

Build: Slim, Softly toned.

Eyes: Gray, but subject to change on her mood and lighting.

Skin: Olive.

Hair Colour: Raven.

Tattoo's/Markings: Three Tattoo's. Two on her face (one under, one above) her eye. Has another tattoo just above where her buttcheek is that reads "decorus nex", or a beautiful death in Latin.

Clothing/Armour: The only true piece of armor that Jentina wears is the gauntlet on her left arm. She often wears an enchanted, custom made dress that shows off her 'assets' (as shown in the picture) The dress itself is enchanted with mysticism properties that absorbs some damage that is thrown her way.

Weapons: She usually only carries a dagger, but will sometimes take weapons off of fallen enemies should the need arise.

Miscellaneous Items: She'll sometimes carry around an enchanted bag (bag of holding oblivion mod) with her witchcraft items inside. This includes her spellbook (although she rarely uses it, she memorizes most of her spells) her ritual book, candles, potions, scrolls, knives, etc.

Biography/History: Jentina was born the bastard daughter to a Breton waitress and the Imperial, Corvus Umbranox (before you all knew him as the 'Gray Fox' and his marriage to Millona.) When Jentina was younger, she was always fascinated by the works of Magicka. She always frequented the Arcane University (since she lived in the Waterfront District) and it was the Arch Mage who Jentina acknowledges as her "true father". When she turned 15, she officially joined the Mages Guild and was promptly allowed access to the University to study further. When this happened, this opened up a whole new chapter in Jentina's life - she was always told that dark magicka would be the downfall of the Empire, and that it's practice was forbidden throughout the land. Throughout the years of her studies at the University, Jentina had always secretly studied Witchcraft on the side. She never cracked open a book about Necromancy, however, because she felt the manipulation of dead bodies was disgusting and that there was no honor in not letting the dead rest. Her days were filled of innocent studies, and her nights were filled with witchcraft rituals and the practice of the dark arts. Throughout this, though, she never considered herself tainted by the dark arts because she only necessarily practiced so she could protect herself and become one of the most powerful women in the world. On Jentina's 18th birthday, she came home to find her mother's lifeless body sprawled out on the floor, surrounded in a ritual circle with candles on the five points of the pentagram. That's when the guards busted into her home, and arrested her for the murder of her mother and the practice of the forbidden arts. Even though she pleaded that she would never harm her mother, the fact that she was a witch faltered her pleas, and she was sentenced to be hanged after serving 5 years in jail. The night she was thrown into jail, was the night everything was changed for her. One year passed - and after dealing with that cruel-mouthed dunmer in the cell across from her - Jentina broke herself out of the jail. She summoned powerful, dark energies that blew apart the iron doors that held her for so long. Every single guard that came at her was killed, and hanged from the ceiling, their own intestines wrapping tightly around their necks. Nobody has heard from her since then - Jentina built her own house in the middle of the thick forest so that she could live in peace and continue her study. People mistake her to be a villain - she is not. She only does things that she feel are the right moves for her OWN benefit; she is selfish.
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Post » Fri May 27, 2011 11:07 am

OOC: Hi everyone! Looking forward to roleplaying with you guys. :)

Name: Eoin Cassivel
Age: 17
Race: Breton
Gender: Male
Birthsign: The Thief

General Appearance: Eoin is tall and thin with a long face. A blanket of lank black hair is parted to the side of his head and hangs down limply to his shoulders. Shifting dark eyes full of low cunning rest atop prominent cheekbones. His hooked nose, smirking lips and a formidable chin appear chiseled from living rock. He is sinewy with hidden strength veiled in his lean arms and legs.

Personality & Traits: The young scion of Clan Cassivel is a sarcastic, mocking character who revels in discord. He is quick to laugh at the misfortunes of others, and when it seems not so prudent, he lurks nearby with the grin that is ever across his face. He seems to be laughing at a secret joke. He is not too intelligent and is possessed of some low cunning. Eoin is quick to take risks, and quick to draw a knife. He is self-confident and cocky.

Disposition toward...
The law: The law is unswerving, my lords, but who has the right to make the law? If a man wrongs me, his blood is mine.
The Nine: The Nine are a pantheon of gods, Cyrodiilic gods. I pray to no gods, Cyrodiilic or otherwise.
The Empire: It has no place in High Rock. Find a new hill, become a king, sirs... That is what we say in High Rock.
The legal guilds: Guilds? What's so special about them? Robbing freeriders, sellswords and hedge wizards of a job. I'd rather not get into the web of administration...
The vampires: Fell creatures of the night!
The werewolves: Gods forfend I cross one... But I'll put a silver arrow through his heart if I do.
The necromancers: Their dark arts are no business of mine. I could make a pretty penny battling them, however. The Worm-King's head would be a prize!
The Bloodseekers: An interesting mob. If I put my lot in with them, things may go well, we shall have to see. I should like to join them. I need a job, and battling necromancers is good enough for spoils.

Class: Fighter
Focus: Combat
Skills: Marksman, Riding, Light Armour

Arms: A finely-crafted bow, a back-quiver with thirty iron arrows that are fletched with crow feathers, and a mean long-dagger.
Armour: A black ringmail shirt and dark outrider's leathers with sparse adornment in gold thread around the hems.

Bio: Eoin was born seventeen years ago in times of chaos, full of hard trials and few good moments. In his sixth year, the seat of Clan Cassivel was cast down by her enemies and young Eoin was taken as a ward into the enemies' court. He was raised well, befitting the son of a lord, and his training in the knightly ways continued. He showed natural ability in archery and even in youth was a proficient rider. In his sixteenth year, the court in which he was raised fell upon hard times and Eoin had the chance to escape for a new life elsewhere and perhaps to seek his birthright. He took that chance.


Solstheim

The ship made landfall on a narrow strip of beach. A sound like a thousand falling pebbles resounded in the still air. Eoin Cassivel, wroth and armed, had come to Solstheim.
"Fort Frostmoth is miles away. Raven Rock, or whatever that colony was called, is smoldering they say. The local Nords took it ove-"
Eoin broke in, "Yes, yes, I know what they've been whispering in the brothels and pubs. I simply want to know where I can find shelter on this damned island." The young Cassivel folded his arms crossly and brooded through a curtain of long lank hair that hung over his left shoulder.
"There is a Nordic village... You may seek your fortunes there." The captain ignored Eoin's curt manner and continued in a level voice while stroking his thick white whiskers, "No, not the Skaal village in the north..." At Eoin's expression: "No, not the Thirsk meadhall. There is a closer village. Before dawn, several nights ago, our navigator spotted a ship in the early haze. A scouting ship with the Bloodseekers."
Eoin raised his eyebrows with curiosity. "Who are these Bloodseekers?"
Captain Saarnt cast his eyes to the high cliffs that fenced the narrow beach. They loomed above, solid and dark. Occasionally, rocks would fall from the precipices, crumbling as they fell to land in the mounds of round pebbles that formed the beach. Anxiously, he looked inland. There was a flicker in his bloodshot eyes, a throb in a thick, protrusive vein on his forehead. "The Bloodseekers are an infamous order... They are well-known, but it is understandable that you have not heard of them. They hunt the creatures of the night: vampires, necromancers, the walking dead, and werewolves have brought them to Solstheim."
"I see," responded Eoin. What's this old man afraid of? Eoin looked around, up at the high, sharp cliffs. He looked around, to the dark waters gently lapping on the stones, and to the snow-capped trees inland. "You were saying about... this scouting ship with the Bloodseekers?"
Saarnt fumbled in his pocket.
After a moment of awkward silence, Eoin's eyes widened. What's this?
"This," Saarnt handed him a sheet of delicate vellum, "is a map that will take you to the Nordic village. The Bloodseekers are hunting werewolves. We believe that they made landfall up the coast and are set for that village. Solstheim is wild... By day, the skr?lingjar will track you and kill you. They are not Skaal, they are not Skyrim Nords... They are wild and some say they were once Nords, but their kith are witches and their kin are the ravens. Skr?lingjar and rieklings dwell on the plains and in the forests. By night... By night, some say that great white wargs, fell snow wolves and bears and shapeshifters roam. After dusk, only the sparse villages are safe... And not always."
There was something ominous in Saarnt's rising and falling voice. In the freezing cold, sweat was building on his forehead. "Why did I come here..?" he muttered to himself.
Eoin felt his anxiety. Even on the mainland coast, rumours of the rieklings, the falmer, the skr?lingjar and the witches abounded. Suddenly, as the chill wind blew, he was thankful for his fur cloak and fur hat. A Cassivel does not pay heed to rumours. A Cassivel is frightened by no man. I'm going to take my chances. In the dark, I shall put the fear of fire and steel on my foes. "I'll take my chances, Captain Saarnt. I wish you luck on your voyage back to Skyrim, or Frostmoth, or Dagon Fel, or wherever the waves may lap your ship. You have been given your gold. Your rumours and spittle mean nothing to me. Farewell, sailor."

It was a tough decision that Eoin made as he turned his back on Saarnt and the other sailors. They meant well, and he knew it somewhere deep in his cold heart. No! No, I shall not be scared by their lies... They are just trying to make me give them more gold for a boat elsewhere... Besides... He slapped the drawstring bag at his belt. I haven't enough gold to pay for another trip, and riches lie inland, I know it! I shall bring glory to the Cassivels, they'll all see.
The crunching of snow was familiar to Eoin, from his travelings in Skyrim. The air was thick with the smell of holly, and pine needles, and hardy wildflowers that grew beneath the tall sentinel pines. As the trees began to loom inward, their roots that grew above the ground became entwined. The paths were hard to track. Solstheim was not coastal Skyrim or ambling Nibenay or verdant Daggerfall. Eoin looked back. Through the trees, he could barely see the closest pebbles and snow drifts. The beach was nowhere to be seen. Onwards were only trees. The wind howled through the trees, but through the thick canopy Eoin only felt a chilling wind. He tugged his coat around him further and looked down, carefully treading across the uneven ground.
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Post » Fri May 27, 2011 9:25 am

"Hurry up, what am I paying you for?" Marshall told the Khajiit that was rowing their boat.
"Yes, yes, sir," the Khajiit replied. "We are almost there."
"Good," Marshall said. "I'm already late." Damn it, he thought. Why'd they have to drag me off to Solstheim? Just to kill a few werewolves? I was supposed to spend this weekend with my wife!

Marshall hated lying to his wife. "Business trip," was the usual excuse. But lately he had to get more creative, especially when he started coming home for dinner with deep cuts and bruises. But he couldn't let her know. Or his son. No, definitely not his son, he could never know. Marshall loved them more than anything. He would leave the Bloodseekers forever, just to be with them. But now, he had a job to do.

"We are here, sir," The Khajiit rasped as he brought the small rowboat to the dock. Marshall got up.
"Thanks, Raamir," he told the Khajiit as he payed him for his services. Raamir gave Marshall a thankful nod as the latter climbed from the boat onto the dock, and walked to the Nord waiting on the shore.

Marshall had been expecting the Nord, who was leading a white horse beside him. "Your horse, sir," said the Nord as he handed Marshall the reins. Marshall mounted the horse and paid the man for his trouble. The Nord simply walked away just as Marshall had instructed him a few days before. Marshall turned his new horse around, and sped off into the surrounding mist.
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Post » Fri May 27, 2011 10:05 am

Solsthiem, Nordic Village

Angorhn took a couple of breath's as he recovered from the minor tumble and the wounds. This Werewolf was skilled, but Angorhn was no Noivce to fighting his own kin. This Werewolf was nothing more than just a cold blooded killer. He did'nt fight with any real meaning, just to kill. Angorhn charged the Werewolf piercing his claws deep into the beasts cest and bitting very deep into the creatures neck, nicking the Werewolfs throat. Angorhn held onto the beast as it tried to tear him off, but Angorhn would'nt have it, he bit deeper and deeper, and sunk his claws even deeper into the beast, trying to finish it as quickly as possible...
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Post » Fri May 27, 2011 6:18 am

OOC: MAD-MAX, be a little less aggressive... D'raziir is the biggest, fastest, and one of the strongest Werewolve's in Tamriel. He's a major villian and I would appreciate it if you didn't kill him off like he's an Imp. You're bordering on breaking a rule...

IC:

Solstheim, Nordic Village


The other Werewolf bit into D'raziir's neck, and dug his claws into his chest. The Werewolf howled in anger, but not pain. Decades of being a Werewolf had given D'raziir incredible stamina and vitality. He swung his body around, tossing the Werewolf off into the snow. D'raziir roared defiantly, as several dozen Bloodseekers stormed down the snowy hill, readly and able to help their Captain.

OOC: MAD-MAX, If you wipe out these men and D'raziir instantly, I swear I'll ban you from this thread for ubering. You have many options, but trying to rip everything in your path to shreds aint one of em.
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