"Heh, thanks. I guess we'll just have to find out what else is on this thing huh?" Faolin played with it in his hands for a minute then put it into his sheath. To his surprise it fit pretty well. "Thanks Thorin. Well like I said, are we going to get the book first or Sosltheim? I think I misheard you."

"Book comes first. Then we go to Solstheim. I have a friend there who will be in a lot of trouble when the Bloodseekers arrive. Likely they already have. Best we move now, and get the book. But after that foray into Oblivion, we're both tired. Potions can only heal so much, and you got the wind knocked out of you a couple times. Now, we rest. Tomorrow, at dawn, we go to Skingrad and find the book."

Flynt covered his face as the glass shattered , hitting the vampire right in the mouth . His gum's and teeth were ripped from the helpless vampire's face , scattering across the floor . The body slumped , dead , and still suspending from the curtain beam like some macabre puppet .

Flynt smiled . He may of lost the oppurtunity to inflict harm, but simply being in the presence of such violence was enough for him . He walked back up to the suspended corpse and ripped the arrow out of the remnant's of the creatures face . He examined the note .

Llaryn Dren eh....I think that just makes it my top priority to introduce such a abominations face to my blade... he thought in his head cunningly . He walked over to his mirror , running his finger's over his face again . The shock had drained from his vein's, and he wasn't so self-concious about the hideous scarring now .

He tidied himself up a little and fancied a walk through the street's . All this death had taken it's toll...even on him , and a relaxing walk in which he could look down on everyone else appealed to him . He put his black leather gloves on and his great overcoat before taking his tri-pointed hat off his bed and putting that on too .

He was halfway to the door when a sinister knocking sound could be heard from the other side . Within a flash the hunter had drawn his crossbow , aiming at the door .

".......Who is it?" he scowled .

"Sounds like a plan, I'll sleep on this couch. It's pretty comfortable. Good night." Faolin began to lay down and let sleep take ahold of him.

At morning he awoke, looking around. The sun was just beginning to creep up into the entrance of the treehouse and rays of light were shining in. He covered his eyes and looked around for Thorin.

"You know what I think? I think I'm going to do something spontaneous. I'm boiling mad, and close to beating you to within an inch of your lives and then torturing you slowly. So if you'll excuse me." She shoved Angorhn aside and then stormed quickly out of the Inn. A vicious grin came to her blood red lips, and then her hand rose above her head. The outfit she wore vanished, and then she was suddenly re-robed in her black dress. Gray hues slowly began to shift from side to side, before the hue of her eye itself began to shift in color, ranging from green to blue and then eventually settling on red. This was the evil magicka running through her veins.

"You! Nord!" She yelled out into the town, and a Nord man looked in her direction. "Hey, you keep your voice down!" He yelled to Jentina. Jentina blunk softly in disbelief, and then quickly extended her arm and sent a ball of fire in his direction, in which instantly killed him and sent him doubling over onto the ground. Eyes fell down to her fingers, and she saw the black veins begin to emerge from underneath her skin. She took a deep breath, and then outstretched her hands various times, sending bolts of lightning at everything that moved. Everybody began to yell and scream, and bodies were being casted into the air. Nobody was safe.

"Yah!" She let out a blood-chilling warcry, and sent bolts of lightning from both of her hands at the church. The building began to crack and the windows shattered, and in a matter of minutes the entire structure was up in flames and came crumbling down to the floor. A set of three guards came at her ? each of them received the death penalty. One by fire, one by lightning and the other by ice. It was just at that time that she began to see people coming into the town ? most noticeably the Khajiit with the daedric weapon. A challenger or an ally? She'd have to find out.

Tristan woke to screams from outside. He quickly sat up, grabbing his blade and swiflty descending the stairs. He looked out the window, seeing bodies everywhere, and a woman of about his age, dressed in dark clothes. He shook his head. "What the hell happened out there?" he said to no one in particular. He opened the door, and stepped out into the streets. Dead were everywhere, including guards. Tristan looked up, and began striding torwards the woman. "What happened here?" he asked, shocked that this kind of thing could happen. As his manners came back to him slowly, he asked the woman "Are you alright? If you need help, I'm a healer."

Angorhn rushed out alone, as he watched at Jentina attacked guards and others, striking them to the ground. This was not right, and he did'nt want her exsposing the few remaining Werewolf's that resided in this small town. Theslin rushed out from the door, shocked to see the dead.

"What happened here. Did she do this Angorhn?"

"Yes. We can't let her expose out cover, we must make haist to the sactuary immediatly"

"Your right, we must warn the others"

Angorhn and Theslin ran off out of sight from Jentina, and a man who had walked out of a house looking around shocked. The wind blew all around, and time was running out along with choices of what to do about the Blood-seeker's that had landed on the shore's of Solsthiem...

Elven Garden District, Dren's Mansion

Fredrick looked at the ebony cutlass. It was of fine quality and had a gracefull movement, as it moved through the air. Fredrick looked out the window, looking down the hill. He took a final swig from his "wine," and looked at Dren.

"As alway's friend. I'am at your service's, killing this "Great" Blood-seeker will be nothing more than a small distraction. You don't mind if I stay here for the night, I have been traveling for many nights and "days," and am very tired." Fredrick looked at Dren, then returned his attention to the moon lit night...

Wilderness


Synthius resumed walkeing after a few moments of rest. He was twiching in anticipation of torture. He just couldn't hold anymore. He ran through the wilderness loseing all sence of direction. Now sent to find some pain first rather than go back to his lair. It was still lightly raining when he came to a road. Just his luck too, there was a cart coming down the road. He hid behind a few bushes waiting for the cart. The large cart rolled by, no one noticing him yet. I apeared to be a mernchant. That meant supplies and the highly waited pain.

He came out from hiding to see the person driving the cart turn his attention to him. "Hello, are you a mernchant. Oh, and by the way, I'm Synthius Darius, proffesional necromancer and torturer, at your service."

"Necrmancer scum." said an imperial who looks rather wealthy by his clothes.

"Scum, I don't think you should put it like that. Like I said, I'm proffesional, no just some poser who puts on some robes and goes around raising unproper undead and always attacking the mages guild rather studying becoming better." Synthius said.

"Well it dosen't matter. My bodyguard here thinks your all the same, and it dosen't seem there are any guards around." said the Imperial.

" I don't think you should do that." Soon after Synthius finished talking a large redguard appeared from the cart with a large battleaxe. He ran up with it in his hand, but a skeleton instantly materialized in front of him. The redguard crashed into the skeleton. He lost grip of his battleaxe and it fell to the ground. Synthius grabed his shortsword and stabed the redguard into the spine crippling him. He took his shortsword from his ack and climed into the cart. There the imperial and by the looks of it his wife. Heaproached closer and then he grabed out a dagger and plunged it in Synthiuse's leg. He grabed his wound as blood seeped out. He looked up and he ttok his shortsword and stabed it into his neck. He kicked the body down and stared at the mernchants wife. He began to hit her into a bloody mess.

Synthius emerged from the cart and grabed the battleaxe and went into the cart and choped the heads off. He then got a few branches and sharpened. He the got the two heads and put them on. He then put the branches on the cart. He then got the redguard on the cart and set off down the road on his new cart.

Wilderness Near Skingrad

Thorin was hanging from the cabinets above, completely upside down, cooking several thin slices of meat and some eggs in a pan.
"Morning!" said Thorin cheerfully.
"Breakfast."

Dren Mansion

"Yes, yes you may stay here. Now, remember, tomorrow, do not find this man until I give the word," said Llaryn Dren.
"Do not make eye contact, do not assault him, don't say a word to him. First, he must send word to my marksman. Then, we make the appropriate response. I get to dual him, here," said Dren, waving his cutlass around deftly.
"...or..."
"...you find him, and finish him for good."

Faolin awoke and saw Thorin hanging completely upside down. "Morning. Breakfast." Thorin said with a smile on his face. Faolin rubbed his face and looked at his friend. He got up off the couch.
"Where are we eating at?" Faolin asked.

"On the way to Skingrad. I've decided it's best to go in the day. Bloodseeker patrols are significantly more frequent at night. Come on," said Thorin, swinging off the cabinets and landing on a branch down below the loft.
"Grab some food and we'll eat it on the way!"

Faolin grabbed his food and followed Thorin down the tree house, eating his food on the way. They continued on their way to Skingrad, and made it their shortly, only having to hide for one bloodseekers patrol. They passed the guards with ease. Faolin continued with Thorin into the city and finally looked at him and asked, "You have any idea where to start looking for this thing?"

"Well, there's one place to start. Libraries."

"Do you really think they would keep such a powerful book in a public library?" Faolin asked as he looked at Thorin. "Unless they don't know it's power?... Or unless it's in a locked section, in that case I could easily get to it."

OOC: I'm noticing the majority of posts are coming from me and Subaru, so I'd be really happy to see other major characters continue their plot, like Jentina and MAD MAX's Werewolf, or Dren's little nemesis hehehe Anyway, if you're reading this, and you're one of the few who is a bit busy to post, try and post a little more, we'll continue the Mannimarco and Oblivion plot without you guys, but I'll make sure to not advance the Solstheim or Dren Mansion sub plots without your posts. Thanks for reading

"I can't imagine any other place it would be in Skingrad. You'd be surprised by the kind of defenses some Libraries I've visited have. At any rate, it's my first idea. After that we'll ask around, but conspicuously, mind you, we have Bloodseekers and Legionaries who know Mannimarco wants this book, and they're no friends of the Necromancers."

"Well it's a good thing we're not necromancers isn't it?" Faolin said with a laugh. "Let's go to the library then. We'll look around, if we don't find it anywhere, leave it to me to break into the more 'private' areas." Faolin's face suddenly grew into a more serious one. He looked over Thorin's shoulder at the town bulletin. On the wall posted was a drawing of him. Under was a reward of a large paid-for estate well north of Skingrad. He looked back at Thorin. "Look's like they are already searching for me. We have to be careful now. Let's go." he said as he started to the library.

Dren's Mansion

Fredrick looked at Dren and bowed his head. It was starting to become daylight, as he made his way to a empty coffin, that seemed to fit Fredrick just fine.

He slept for the rest of the day...

my character was approved so hopfully this rp will come back to life

General Information

Name:Hald
Gender:Male
Race:Nord Vampire (Volkihar)
Birthsign:The warrior
Age:437 (Doesnt look a day over thirty)
Personality:Careless,Impulsive,Sinister,Extremely nationalistic


Class Information


Class name and Description:Blood Hunter.Mainly combat with some stealth
Specialization:Combat
Skills:Blunt,Athletics,Sneak


Appearance


Height:6'6
Weight:200 lbs
General Appearance:Tall,stocky,long blonde hair and clean shavin so as not to interfere with feeding,bright red eyes



Equipment


Armor:Trousers made from bear skin,leather boots,no shirt,cloak made from bear skin
Weapons:A one handed double sided axe
Enchanted items:none


Disposition


Towards the law:Barely knows it exists
Towards the Nine:does not aknowledge their existense
Towards the legal guilds:All you can eat buffets
Towards the Empire:Wants to see it crumble
Towards Vampires:Loves each and everyone of them unconditionally
Towards the Blood Seekers:Would gladly rip all their throats out
Towards Werewolves:Traditional enemies but has a great deal of respect for them
Towards Necromancers:''Mages who were bullied at the university''

''Ah skingrad at last''.Hald had been traveling for many nights and he was tiring from a lack of blood.''Whats this a feast?'' he said a loud.A lone imperial was guarding the gate.Hald turned to mist (Something his clan was famous for).He reapeared behind the guard and spun him around to face him.''What have we here a snack,you looked bigger from a distance''.Before the imperial could say anything Hald head but him crushing his helmet and his skull before sinking his fangs into his fractured ''Game''.The body was drained in seconds and the vampire decided hunting this city would be bountiful.He turned to mist and rose to the rooftops......

OOC: Northern Winds, the majority of us posting here usually post things of high quality, MOST of the time. Your post was fine, just try to make more detailed and better written posts next time. Again, it's not a big deal, just a suggestion

Dren Mansion

Llaryn Dren watched as the sun began to rise in the distant Jerall mountains. He didn't move an inch as the rays of light beamed onto the balcony. His fellow Vampires were busy sleeping, or feeding in the cellars, but not Dren. He remained still, absorbing the pain as if it were a stimulant. He made a pleased sigh, followed by a snarl. His skin had become resilient from years of being a Vampire, he had never backed down from the sun like other Vampires. In fact, Dren had used his Ebony Cutlass to take down four armored legion guards during broad daylight.
"Soon, my brothers will awaken, and tonight, Bloodseeker, it will be YOUR blood painting the walls of this estate."

Solstheim, Nording Village

D'raziir approached the town, growling ferociously. He had put his Daedric claymore away, and taken off his gauntlets. The freezing cold was bitter and fierce, but his claws were fiercer. A Khajiit combined with a Werewolf proved to be a true adversary. And when he morphed into a hulking beast, the size of the Werebeast a certain Wood Elf had recently become, not a single Bloodseeker stopped him from rushing into the Village, and rending apart the panicking civillians.

Synthius on his cart slowly rolled down the rode, blood dripping on the road leaving a trail of red. He arrived at a road covered by bushes and shrubs. He led the horse through the overgrown trail. The trail soon came to a row of different paths all leading to one place, his lair. He hopped off the cart and left it there. He grabed the barley alive redguard and dragged him down one of the many differnt paths. He moved through the muddy trail with silence, the only thing hearable is the redguards heavy breathing. His steps splashed in small puddles even though the rain has stoped and the light shone lightly through the trees leaving only spots of light.

The trail seemed endless, waiting to arrive so he may die, but the necromancer will not allow it. He will so much pain for him. Making a scar of pain in his mind. Even when he dies he will still feel it.

Synthius grew nearer to his lair. He strode to the building noticing the door still open. He walked in leaving the door open in case of any survivors. He droped his victim and looked around, scanning for any life. It seemed safe enough. He took the redguard to a cage and locked him in tight. He had losts of cleaning to do, he had to head back to Skingrad because there were rumors spreading around that there was a book of great power there, and it seems the king of worms wants it. So he would make sure he gets it.

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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