Faolin let out a sigh. He dropped his dagger to the ground obeying the Daedra but right before it hit the ground he pulled out his bow. The Daedra yelled, firing another fireball at Faolin but Faolin dodged it rolling to his side. He nocked an arrow in less than a second and let it loose. It struck the Daedra in the eye and created a burning hole in his head. He put his bow back on his back and put his dagger in his sheath. He then opened his small carrying pouch up and pulled out a small vial of strong potion of healing. He tossed it to Thorin. "Here. Drink up. That should heal most of your wound. Now let's get moving."

Thorin guzzled down the potion, but due to his strong immune system the potion had little effect. The flesh sewed up but the burn remained. It was healed enough for the Werewolf to walk, but it still stung vigorously.
"I think that is where we need to go," said Thorin, pointing to a tall and ominous tower north of their position.

"Agreed." he said nodding. "Let's go. You want to take a stealthy approach or kill everything in our path?" he said looking at Thorin.

"I think it'd be best if we don't take our time," said Thorin, pointing towards the sky.
There was a massive zeppelin like airship, likely carrying thousands of Daedra and Dremora, slowly flying towards the gate.
"We need to hurry. That thing could level Skingrad in under an hour," said the Werewolf, taking off up the hill.

Faolin had a hard time keeping up with Thorin because of his massive strides but easily stayed a foot or two behind him. They approached the tower in a matter of minutes and there were two Daedra standing guard. Faolin dashed behind a giant spike. "I'll take the one on the left with my bow, you dash in and take the right. I'll be right behind you." He pulled out his bow and let an arrow loos hitting the Daedra in an unarmored spot in his shoulder. The Daedra looked at his shoulder with shock as it started to burn up in flames. The Daedra fell to the ground in a few seconds lifeless.

Thorin soared through the air and caught the other Dremora with his claws. He lopped off his arms with great slashes, and pointed his claws towards the being's throat.
"Why are you attacking Skingrad?!"
The Dremora looked puzzled for a moment.
"Answer me!"
"Book," he said in a demonic voice.
"Book? You-" suddenly it dawned on Thorin. He slashed the creature's throat, silencing it for good.
Thorin turned towards an exhausted Faolin.
"They're searching for the Book of Ancients. Apparently it's in Skingrad."

Skingrad

"Does that hurt?" asked Tristan as he applied pressure to the joint. The farmer yelped in pain. "Yes it bloody hurts, thats why I'm here!" Tristan was working in Skingrad as a healer for those he didn't want to go to the chapel to be healed, as well as preached to. Tristan used a heal minor wounds spell to fix it up. The man moved his arm in a windmill motion as he tested it. "Hey, that's much better, thanks Doc." Tristan stood up from his crouching position and walked over to his traveling bag. He pulled a potion out of his bag, and tossed it to the Bosmer man, who caught it easily. "If the pain comes back, drink some of that. Not all of it, but enough to stop the pain. If you run out, come find me. If I'm not here, go to the alchemist and ask about the medicine Tristan Le'Brun left."

Tristan stepped out into the street, letting out the man to get back to his work before he locked the door to his rented office, located on the west side of Skingrad. He stepped into the nearest pub and ordered a drink. He began talking with others in the bar, drinking as he did, and soon found that there was some sort of gate opened outside the city.

"Honest to Nine, it's a gate straight from Oblivion!" the man, already far past his first drink, slurred to everyone listening.

"You sure your not seeing things? Maybe you should lay off the ale." Tristan said, smiling before taking another sip of his drink. He didn't exactly doubt him. There had been rumors of Oblivion Gates opening up, and daedra coming out. In fact, there had been confirmed reports that Kvatch had been overun by daedra.

"I'm serious, go look for youself, there's a fiery gate outside, daedra monsters pouring out!"

Tristan smiled and said "Alright, I'll take you up on that." He stood up, finished his drink, and headed out. He went back to his workplace, grabbing his shortsword and strapping it to his right hip, since he was left-handed, and heading out the door. He locked his door again and started walking to the gate. He didn't know if it would be outside that gate, but he could walk around the city. It would get his blood flowing, just in case he met any daedra on the way. Normally, he wouldn't have listened to some drunk in a bar, but Tristan was truely interested in the gates. He wanted to see what had destroyed Kvatch. It was part of Tristan's natural curiosity that made him an adventurer. He only worked as a healer to get some extra money. It was also a good job for when he got too old for his favorite line of work. Tristan looked up from his thoughts and saw the gates looming ahead of him. He confidently walked to them and exited the safety of Skingrad.

Lliryn woke to the faint smell of smoke, and distant shouts and cries. He thought his cave had caught fire, but as his head cleared up from his rest he remembered he didn't start any fires. He threw the thin blanket off of his body, and rushed out of bed, throwing his robes on, and lacing his boots up.He pushed open the door, and walked swiftly towards the caves entrance, Sorian following obediently.

He dispelled the runes, and opened the rotted door, and felt his mouth drop open in awe. The sky was tinted red, and fires burned all across the forests and fields around Skingrad. He didn't have to look long for the source, as his eyes fell upon a large, fiery gate near the cities gates. He knew it to be of Daedric origin, and he thought of the rumors he had heard of Kvatch and that it was now Skingrads turn.

He saw the carnage only as a way to further his power, as he turned back inside his lair, stopping infront of two slightly rotted corpses, and the pile of bones that was his guardian. His mind was well rested by now, and he went into his spellcasting, chanting and muttering dark phrases and words, his voice growing louder and louder with every syllable, until he finished with a loud yell, and waving of his arms. The bodies immediately showed signs of life, the heads turning to regard their master, as they rose stiffly. The bones formed magically into a skeleton, the creature grabbing its nearby rusted axe and shield, as it creaked over to its master. These were his guardians of his lair, and though they had no souls like Sorian, they were bound to the Necromancer, only falling when he did.

He wasted no time as he beckoned his servants to follow him, walking swiftly out of the lair, stopping to place the normal defensive runes, along with some extra, rather nasty ones, just to be sure, before he set off to the gate. He was not interested in helping the guard, however. His goal was a body search, and there were sure to be many fresh corpses in the area, which would help him raise an army of minions to overcome the new threat of Bloodseekers near his home.

He wasn't far from his cave when he came across one of many small skirmishes in the area. This one had a trio of Bloodseekers battling a duo of human-like creature, with red and black skin, both wielding swords and shields, and seeming to be able to hold their own against their human counterparts. But Lliryn just saw three fresh corpses in the three Bloodseekers, and began casting his spells, his servants forming around him to protect their master.

His illusion finished in a mutter, and a loud roar echoed from the trees, all of them shouting in support of the Bloodseekers, as an illusionary soldier crashed through the bushes, and Lliryn watvhed as the Dremora halted a little, clearly unnerved by the sounds coming from the trees. the Bloodseekers were just as confused, but they jumped on their advantage, cutting down a Dremora, and watching as the other ran from the area.

They started cheering on their victory, but stopped as the one in the middle suddenly went quiet. They stared at him, confused, making sure he was okay, but a sword flashed out, cutting down one, as the other fell back in fear. Lliryn commanded his "puppet" to kill the other, as the frightened man tripped on the Dremora's body, and was killed with a stab of the sword. Lliryn released the spell just before Sorian cut the mer across the chest, dropping the mer dead to the ground, gurgling blood in his last few breaths.

Lliryn had three bodies already, but he didn't want to go back with so many opportunities availiable to him. He had his servants gather the bodies, and hid them in the bushes, and began casting a simple spell, as a bright red flare came from his fingers, and floated up to a tree, resting in its branches, clearly marking the area for quite a ways away. With that knowledge, however, he left the area, casting defensive enchantments on himself, as well as spells to detect anything trying to sneak up on him, as he moved further into the forest, towards the battleground.

"What's that?" he asked Thorin. He had a confused look on his face, and waited for Thorin to answer him.

Cyrodiil, Bloodcrust Cavern


Awaken by a loud noise, the unusually tall vampire rose from the wooden dining table and walked slowly towards the doorway. The vampire was sure he heard a loud thud just moments before, it was possibly a potential enemy so he took no risks. He silently drew his wakizashi and prepared to jump the unwanted visitor when something moved so fast past him he could not begin to imagine what it could be. He quickly turned around and lowered himself to avoid the blow that never came, the room appeared completely empty! He quickly scanned the room for enemies, the keen vampire eyesight let him see clearly even in the darkest caves, but there was one corner of the room even his unnatural eyesight could not see, for it was dark, darker than darkness. Alarmed, and irritated by this strange turn of events, the vampire creeps towards the corner, the wakizashi ready to stab anything that might be lurking there. He was only few feet from the unnatural darkness he saw them, two shiny rubies, looking him straight in the eye...

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He could feel the rush of magic flow through his veins, his heart pounding as the adrenaline started to produce, the enemy was only few feet away from him, completely unaware of his presence. Barz?l could not see the vampire, for his eyes were closed shut, but he could feel it. He could sense the large creature in front of him, in his mind it literally beamed with vampiric energy.

That's close enough

He let the magic he had been holding back flow as he pushed his heels into the ancient stone, he sprang forward with such force it shattered the stone under his boots and sent waves of magic energy in all directions. The Shadow Step, a feat of magic almost exclusive to Barz?ls family. The ability to become one with the shadows, to be able to bend time and the laws of nature, it was a complicated spell, but Barz?l was no beginner. He had spent months training this skill, hours reading dusty book and scrolls written by his ancestor, days spent out in the wilderness of Vvardenfell training. Barz?l was in fact very good at this spell, he had reached the point where he can use it almost without any preparation.

Time stood still as he launched towards the unfortunate vampire, his left hand reached for the katana on his belt and as he passed the vampire, which was still staring at the dark corner, unaware of the dark elf hovering next to its head, he swiftly drew the blade and slashed it across the vampires neck. Blood doesn't flow when time stands still, the dark elf thought as he materialized near the door, several feet from the vampire. He didn't look back, he only listened intently, he heard the loud thud sound of a body hitting the cold, hard floor, and the soft sticky sound of a bone-white head rolling on the floor. He bowed his head and walked out the door without looking back.

OOC: Well that's my intro anyway, I'll write some more tomorrow. Happy New Years everyone! :wave:

Synthius was finishing the usual ritual of recuerecting the dead when there a knock at the door. Soon loud repeading bangings. It was obviusly the bloodseeekers. Knowing the door wouldnt' last that much longer, he set loose his minions hopeing for a decent fight. Then when the door flung open shooting dust in the air. There were way more than he expected. His minions would hold just a little , bu he needed to leave now. He ran down his dark lair through the captive chambers. With an act of speed he quickly pushed a button and fumes blasted there way out of holes in the wall. Even if his minions didn't last the fumes would kill them, giving them a long and horrible death. Holding a cloth over his mouth he continued his way through. He found his secret ecscape tunnel and opened it up and walked out with it shuding closed behind him.

What Synthius saw was not what he was expecting to see. He climbed up a hill and over looked to see fire and fighting. This would be perfect for his ecscape. It would keep the bloodseekers busy with whatever there is over there. While could slip past and find a place to relocate until he can return.

"You haven't been reading the papers have you? The book of ancients is a tome that has been lost for two Eras. It contains an incantation, when paired with the proper ring, will summon literally hundreds upon thousands of undead soldiers. Why a daedric lord wants this, I don't know. But apparently, it's in Skingrad. If Mannimarco the Necromancer Worm king discovers it's location, we will have a lot more problems than Daedra and an oblivion gate... Let's deal with this, then we find the book. C'mon!"

Thorin took off up the ashen hill, towards the black tower.

Flynt sat in a pathetic manner against the canvas wall of the Bloodseeker medic's tent . The operation had taken some time , and his face had been crudelly stitched by inexperienced hands . A small metal plate had been placed where his cheekbone used to be , so his eye would fit in it's socket , but what remained of the left side of his teeth couldn't be repaired , nor could the lack of actual cheek muscle .

Although the right side of his face looked normal...the left side looked like a zombie that had been badly put together by a novice nercomancer . Abbott felt a mix of emotions . Pain , shame , but mostly anger . Anger towards the woman who had done this to his face . Anger towards the fact that he had failed himself , and anger towards the man who supposedly "fixed him up" .

He decided wallowing in self pity and anger wasn't going to achieve him anything as there was killing to do , so he put on his black tri-pointed hat and gloves , and walked outside the tent .

Scolf and Rudabaugh had been reassigned to quell the Skingrad oblivion gate , something that he had heard of , but had been unable to go there himself . For now , he had been moved to the Imperial City , to investigate a series of murders that suggested there were vampires about .

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The camp , of which was just outside the Imperial City , was somewhat devoid of life . A series of empty tents , a few Bloodseeker's lolling around doing nothing . The elderly gaunt man spotted a trainee trying to sneak a read of The Lusty Argonian Maid so he walked right up to him and snatched it from his hands , beating him over the head with it .

"You have a job to do , and this...book , is filth ."

A uneasy and frightened "Yes Sir" was his reply and the young man scarpered off . Flynt took his brief out from his coat pocket and scanned over it one more time , before neatly folding it and tucking it back inside . He buttoned his collar high , as to hide his face , and made his way towards the city .

OOC: I control this RP and thus am allowed to control NPCs like I am now.


A cloaked figured leaped from rooftop to rooftop, a glimmering glass dagger in its hand. It landed on top of an inn, and for a moment, it's facial figures were revealed in the moonlight. It had a sullen, pale white face, and crows feet under its crimson red eyes. It was a Vampire. The wicked creature of the night prowled over the Imperial City, watching a window on the adjacent building. Inside was an old man, preparing for bed.
Dinner time!

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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Fredrick sat in the Bloated Float inn having a delightful glass of blood, which was disguised as wine. The night was young and Fredrick was excited for the hunt that night.

It will be a good night to hunt. I can feel it, fredrick muttered to himself, as he took a sip of blood. The blood was nice and warm with a hint of mint. It was a celebration for fredrick, it was his 235th Birthday and he was excited.

He placed his five gold pieces on the table as he grabbed his walking cane and walked out with a smile. The night air was great, it carried the sent of people for miles. Fredrick walked down the street whisling and flipping his cane in the air next to him, as he skipped down the street. A imperial pirate or smuggler stood guarding the plank to his ship, as fredrick approached.

"Hello my good man, beautiful night dont you think!" fredrick said bowing in respect. The imperial did'nt show the same respect, but fredrick did'nt exspect any respect from the pirate/smugglar.

"Well now that is not very kind!", fredrick said standing infront of the pirate/smugglar. Fredrick approached the imperial calmly and causally, the imperial was acting tough and strong infront of fredrick, as suddenly fredrick pulled the imperial up above the ground onto the ships mast bitting into his neck. The imperials warm blood flowed downed fredricks throat, as the imperial tried to pull himself away, then suddenly nothing. Fredrick pulled his head away, as he dropped the imperial into the water next to the ship. He noticed that some blood was on the side of his mouth, and in a snooty stuck-up way pulled a hanker-chiff and dabbing the side of his mouth, placing the hanker-chiff back into his coat pocket, and continued to the imperial city market district. His first kill of the night, and it was all to easy for this exsperience hunter of the night...

Flynt arrived in the Tiber Septim district , the sky as black as tar . Only a few stars twinkled in the sky , and the moon itself was dull and dark , and failed to cast any bright light .

The chill wind was blown away as Flynt opened the door to the Inn and the warm fireplace and cheerful banter greeted him . Unlike the last time he had arrived at an Inn , the room did not fall deathly silent , and there was no one that was afraid . Maybe it was because this time he was trying to keep a low profile .

He made his way through the busy inn , towards the female owner at the desk . She looked like she was attending to the inn's booking log .

"Hello...." the hunter wheezed . The woman took a step back in suprise at the ominous figure who had suddenly appeared infront of her , before managing to rouse up the strength to calm her nerves and address the man in a respectful tone .

"Yes sir , what may I do for you?"

Flynts words were cold and serious in comparison to the womans warm voice . "I need a room...and I need information . I have heard tell of a series of killing's here . The guards as of late have been...uncoperative , due to their own incompetence . I want to know if you have heard word of such killings?"

The man laid gold on the table , the woman putting a gold key with the "Room 142" inscribed on it in return .

"Oooh yes sir , many killings . Random Im told , latest one was about 3 days ago . Just outside the dragon in this very district . Chills my blood to think of it ."

"I see....." . He tipped his hat to the woman . A strange act of courtesy for him , but he believed she deserved it for her willingness to help . The covered figure took the key off the table and made his way upstairs , the bottom off his coat gliding smoothly across the floor .

As they entered the tower they were greeted by three Daedra guards. Faolin loosed an arrow killing the first and loosed another before the second could react. He let Thorin take the third. He looked around and saw three doors. "You got any idea which one we go in?" he said as he looked at Thorin.

Lliryn cackled darkly as the lightning flew from his fingers, hitting the Imperial squarely and sending his limp body flying into a tree, where he sat motionless at its base, blood trickling down from his forehead. He turned in time to watch as one of his zombies ripped into anotehr man's stomach, pulling out inards with its rotted fingers, all while the man screamed and writhed in pain. He smiled all the wider, as he began his next spell, his fingers waving ominously in the air, as the remaining Bloodseeker tried to run, throwing down his shortsword, and turning.

Lliryn released the spell, and the man felt as his muscles seized up, as well as his vocal chords as he tried to scream in terror. The sound of the shuffling corpse drew closer, as well as the creaking of the skeleton, and the man wanted to cry right there, but found the paralysis had him completely. Lliryn walked over to the prone man, standing over him with an evil smile on his face, as he reached into his robes. The man watched in horror, not sure what the dangerous mer was about to do, and when Lliryn pulled out a small, black gem, the man was confused, but only for a second.

If he could've screamed, he would have, but instead his mind just raced, as the tears tried to force their way out, as the man recognized the gem for what it was. To him, and most others, it was a fate worse then death most of the time.

The Necromancer held the Black Soul Gem out in front of him, and closed his eyes, as he began his casting, chanting quietly, letting his mind leave the plane of the living for the moment, as his servants made a perimeter around the area. the gem glowed dark purple, as Lliryn's casting grew louder and his mind wandered the plane of the dead, as he found what he was looking for. The soul of the man in front of him, lying right where the man was, as Lliryn "reached" down for the mans soul, his body still casting.


The soul gem flared its brightest, then died suddenly, as the man seemed to deflate almost, like his skeleton had been pulled from his body. His soul, not his skeleton. the mer thought, with an evil smirk, as he "returned' to the living plane, regarding the now glowing gem in his hand. He looked back to the body, and released the spell with a wave of his hand and a thought. The man still drew breath, but his eyes were unfocused, and as it turned its head, it did so in a stiff manner.

Lliryn cast a simple spell, chanting darkly, as the shell of a man rose from the ground, adding another servant to Lliryn's ranks. He had this one, the two dead ones, and the three ones from the first battle, and it was now that the Necromancer thought enough was enough. He went into his casting again, the two nearby bodies rising, almost like puppets, unable to do more then walk slowly, as he headed back for his lair, stopping in a brightly lit area to reanimate the three bodies before continuing on his way home, where he would rest, then begin his work on truely reanimating his catches, as well as finding the perfect soul for his mummy.

He had a soul for his other skeleton, knowing that with a few simple tricks, the man would become loyal to him soon enough, though a little "persuasion" would most likely be in order. Not all of the bodies he had would be used for minion however, as one or two would be used to further his research. It was that thought that made him think of the fools who thought Necromancy was all grave-robbing and the summoning of undead. It was the art of learning of the dead, and how the body changed in death, but the narrow-minded fools of the Mages Guild and the Bloodseekers only saw him as an evil person, defiling the dead bodies for his own dark needs.

Maybe just a little.... he thought with his evil smirk, a chuckle escaping his lips that sounded like a phlegmy cough then an actual laugh as he drew closer to his lair.

She stepped into the Tavern, and it was only a matter of minutes before Angorhn was gone to find his "friend". Jentina rolled her eyes softly and moved to the bar, ordering herself a tall glass of a strong drink and downing it within seconds. A satisfied grin became apparent on her flawless features. She left a few gold coins on the counter and then turned, heading out the door and down to the local shops. She ended up buying herself a pair of short, leather combat shorts and a matching black corset-esque tank top, and a long patchwork coat that was nice and warm ^_^.

She kept her other dress in her bag. She knew that when she actually got back to civilization that she'd change back into it. Raven locks were tossed through air and teased, allowing them to remain upon her shoulders. "Where is this crazy guy?" She spoke softly to herself and allowed her silver hues to take a look around the town. Her hands came up to rub across her forehead in an annoyed gesture, and found a bench to sit herself upon as she waited for the Mutt to come and get her again.

OOC: I am in the process of creating an Eternal Hunt Fan fiction. If you would like your character to make an appearance as a Major or Minor character, please PM me. I will consult you before I put them in the story, to make sure it's alright with you. It will roughly follow the RPs plot line.

OCC: Yeah go ahead, but I dont know what you could say much about him. Since he is new to the Rp.

Fredrick calmly and casually walked down the market streets, as he spotted a lone woman walking towards a bar. She was a perfect kill for him. fredrick casually walked over to the woman looking at her intently.

"Miss you should'nt be out here at this time of night, its dangerous. Vampires have been hunting in the city lately, you would want to get hurt would you?" Fredrick looked at the woman who seemed a little scared of him.

"Miss let me take you home!" Fredrick said in a kind tone of voice, but with a murderou's though.

"Thank you it is chilly!' the woman said.

Fredrick walked the woman into a dark alley, and before she could question it, he sank his long white fangs into the womans neck. She tried to scream, but nothing would come out. Fredrick quickly finished her, but not before the heart stopped. He was wanting a companion, and she was the sad victim for his sport. She ached and shook on the ground, as the vampire inside of her began to take hold. Fredrick quickly shut her mouth so no guards would come. Suddenly nothing, no crying out, no shaking, nothing but complete silence came from the woman.

Fredrick held her up, as her vampire eye's opened, and the two went on the hunt...

Flynt set down his gear inside his room . It was a nice , lavish place , and beat his old and battered tent in the Bloodseeker's camp . The room included a large and welcoming bed , fireplace with two lather armchairs , a large open window that took up one side of the room with beautiful sights over the imperial city Talos district , and even a porcelain tub for washing .

He took off his greatcoat and hat , laying them on the bed . Even in solitude he felt unease over his mangled face . The thought of the whole encounter drove him angrier , and he tried to shove it out of his mind rather then wallow in it...but the painful and shameful encounter lay fresh in his mind .

He knew that he would have to cover his face somehow . He tightened his cravat and straightened his cream waistcoat , looking out the great window as he did so . He spotted an old man getting dressed for bed across the courtyard . "Old fool" he thought in his head . "He should have those lights doused and the windows pulled , he's practically asking vampires to find and feed on him"

OOC: From now on, make a bold sentence at the top, stating your location. Nothing fancy, just something like:
Solstehim, Nordic Village
Skingrad, yada yada yada Inn
Imperial City, Arcane University



Imperial City, Talos Plaza District

The bloodthirsty Vampire leaped from his perch, smashing through the window and into the old man. The Vampire's teeth glistened with saliva as it grabbed the man by his throat.
"Looks delectable!" the Vampire sneered in a frightening drawl of a voice.

Oblivion

Thorin pondered for a moment, as he transformed back into a Wood Elf.
"I'm not sure. I don't think we should split up," he said to Faolin.
"Maybe we should just guess. I say we take the left door," he said, pointing to the east.

Solsthiem Noridc Village

Angorhn walked through the freezing cold and wind, as he approached an old house which looked abandoned. A slide on the door opened up showing two dark eyes and a large nose. It just staired at Angorhn watching.

"Open the damn door Frenstorn. Its freezing out here!" angorhn said in a shivering and pvssyring voice.

"What do you want. You left Solsthiem, and said you would never return" the eye's said with a deep raspy voice.

"Open this damn door NOW! or I'll break it open with my claws!" angorhn said with great demand in his voice. The eyes disapeared, and the slide closed, as the door was unlocked, and angorhn was let in. The house was warm and relaxing, at least for a werewolf. Frenstorn floated near the door stairing at angorhn. The ghost was young looking, yet knowlegdable.

"How's the life of a ghost treating you Frenstorn. Still getting the chills" angorhn said smirking. The ghost gave a look, but his face was hardly noticable, that angorhn could'nt make it out.

"Theslin is waiting for you in her room." Frenstorn said in his deep raspy voice. As angorhn made his way to Theslin's room, he passed through the dinning room, where other fellow werewolfs sat eating and playing card games with each-other, giving angorhn no mind.

Theslin's room was even warmer than the rest of the house. She was tall and looked like a regular Imperial woman. It seemed that she was never a werewolf. She looked up as she pushed over a fire log in her fireplace.

"By the Nine Divines its you!", she said in a shocked and excited mood. Angorhn walked up to her and the two hugged for a bit, before they sat down at her table.

"What in oblivion are you doing here? have'nt you heard that Blood-seekers are on the war path for vampires and werewolfs. As a matter of fact, a Blood-seeker ship landed on the shores of Solsthiem a few days ago.", the woman looked releaved for some reason. Angorhn looked at Theslin calmly.

"I need you to come with me to the tavern. I'm with a breton woman, we had to escape from some Blood-seekers that were tryin to kill us. And a fellow lycan attacked me in Skingrad" angorhn said racing.

Theslin looked around the room unshure what to do, "Who is this breton woman, a new...", angorhn suddenly cut her off. He knew what she was getting at.

"No its not like that at all. She's just in as much danger as I'am from the Blood-seekers." angorhn said once more with a look of urgency on his face.

"When did you start caring for others Angorhn? is it after you left here and decided to go out on your own. I told you what would happen if you did that!" theslin said with an angered look on her face. Angorhn shook his head.

"That does'nt matter now, all I want is you to come with me to the tavern!" angorhn said pleading with theslin. She looked around and stood up walking out the door.

"I'm leaving for a bit boys, so keep an eye on whats happening. Lets go Angorhn" theslin said as angorhn and her mad their way out of the house, and to the tavern. The wind was chilly and angorhn was almost frozen, when they made it back to the tavern.

"Well where is this breton?" theslin said looking around. Angorhn looked around as well unable to find her.

"Lets go to the room. She should be in there!" angorhn said as they walked to the room...

Oblivion

"Alright, let's go." Faolin was a bit surprised seeing Thorin for the first time not in werewolf form. Faolin opened the door and they went up through a narrow corridor. "Hold on, let me check something." Faolin said as he pulled his goggles out from his small pouch by his side. He slid them on and looked around. He knew his goggles could spot out werewolves, vampires, and humans differently, but he had never tried it on Daedra. He looked around until he saw four lifeforms, but they appeared with a black aura through the walls, with the detect life enchantment. "I think there are four Daedra up ahead in the next room. How do you want to do this?" Faolin said as he turned around and looked at Thorin.