OOC: Ok fine by me, although I don't think I will be controlling him much longer...

IC: Faolin let his arrow free and it stuck the fallen vampire in the head, which instantly burst into flames. The vampire screamed and slashed for a few seconds then lay still and motionless. (OOC: flame enhcantment, remember?) He quickly turned his attention to the werewolf only to be in awe and dumbfoundment. The werewolf hunter he had just met a few minutes ago was now missing his head and the werewolf's claws were layered with blood. The werewolf turned his head towards Faolin. Faolin had never been so nervous while fighting another creature of the night. What's wrong with me? I'm hesitating, this obviously isn't my fight. This werewolf must have a lot of experience to take down a skilled hunter so easily. Faolin slowly reached towards his quiver and notched another arrow. This isn't my fight but I have to avenge one of my fellow bloodseekers. Or am I being foolish? I have only fought a couple of werewolves, all of them weak. Should I run and let reinforcements take care of him? Faolin's quickly looked behind him to see if help was arriving, but didn't see anyone coming yet. His faced displayed obvious confusion as he waited for the werewolves next move.

Angorhn sat in the pub quietly reading the false name papers, he had found in the vampires house. A kind looking young woman walked up to him with a smile, "What can I get you kind sir?", angorhn looked up at the woman, who stood waiting to take his order.

"I'll have a red wine, bread, and some cheese... Oh and could you bring me some deer meat, cooked!"

"Yes sir, I'll get right on that!", as the woman walked away and angorhn returned to the papers, he heard a loud road come from off in the distance. The patrons all rushed to the windows, to see if they could spot what ever it was?

"Its probably just some bear outside the city walls", one mad said.

"No it came from on a roof or something?" another said.

Angorhn stood up and walked over to the woman, "I'll be back soon, keep my food war will you", angorhn said with a smile, as he walked out of the pub, and into the streets. The sound once again echoed through the streets, as he saw a group of blood-seekers walking the streets, Damn this is no time for a fight!, angorhn thought, as he casually walked into an alley with a ladder.

"Where the hell is it?", he muttered to himself as he suddenly spotted what looked to be a vampire, werewolf, and two blood-seekers, Well this is just GREAT!, he thought as he rushed over standing behind the second level of a house. Angorhn was in no postion to fight, his wound had not completely healed from the night, so he watched intently to see what would happen...

OOC: Ever gonna capitalize your name, Max?

Thorin snarled as the Vampire hit the floor, dead. The other Bloodseeker stood there, mouth agape, finally drawing an arrow.
"Attempt to harm me and I assure you, you will never see the light of day again!" said Thorin, still in Werewolf form. All thanks to his ring, was he able to keep the bloodlust at bay. The Werewolf roared, displaying his claws. He could see the fear in this archer's eyes, and he knew he had intimidated him.
"I have no grudge against your organization, Bloodseeker. I only wish there to be peace. But attack me, and you will face the consequences. It's your choice, Bloodseeker."

"How can there be peace, beast?!" Faolin cried. "There will never be peace between the bloodseekers and the werewolves! So long as they bost exist together! What do you want me to do? Walk away so that I may betray my fellow bloodseekers and let down that bloodseeker that you just killed so easily?" Faolin still kept his arrow aimed at the beast. This one is definetely not like the others I've seen. He's different... Faolin glanced behind him to see if reinforcements had arrived yet but still he saw none coming. "You are different than those other beasts, werewolf. I can sense it. I don't see the crazy bloodlust in your eyes like in other creatures of the night. I trust you." Faolin said as he lowered his arrow. "Just tell me what you know of last night. Were you working with that other werewolf? And what do you know of this other werewolf? Is he like you or his he an uncontrollable beast? And what about that other vampire he was fighting?"

OCC: What the hell are you talking about?

Angorhn watched as the vampire fell to the ground motionless. The two blood-seekers were still attacking the werewolf, but angorhn never made a move to help.

What kind of werewolf fights in the day?, angorhn thought, as he went back to the pub. The woman was at the counter helping some snot nosed adventurer, "You still have my food?", the woman looked up at angorhn and nodded.

"Yeah its right here", the woman grabbed his plate and his beer from under the counter, and handed it him his meal, "Thanks", angorhn said looking at the adventurer, "What are you looking at kid?", angorhn walked back over to his booth, as the adventurer watched him eat.

F***ing hunters, I hate 'em, angorhn thought as he took a bite of meat...

OOC: I just notice you dont have your name capitalized very often... O_O

"I do not know of what occurred last night. I was merely an innocent bystander. The other Werewolf I did not know... but I'm sure he was the one who committed the murder. I'm positive of it. I don't trust my kind... they can be brash and bloodthirsty... I am not like them. And I will not fight you."

Thorin sealed the ring's power, and reverted back into a tall Wood Elf.

"I'm afraid I must leave. There are far too many Bloodseekers in town."
And with that, Thorin jumped from the building, grabbed the hanging blanket as he fell. He swung to another rooftop, and disappeared from sight, just as a Bloodseeker squad arrived on the streets below.

Faolin had a look of awe on his face as the werewolf disappeared. He stood there staring off into space as he comtemplated what had just happened. Hopefully I did the right thing... His thoughts were interrupted as the reinforcements arrived. They shouted up to him from the street:
"Sir where is the werewolf? And what of Caolis the werewolf hunter? We heard he came with you to slay those two beasts."
"Caolis is dead." Faolin said grimly.
"I'm sorry we were late sir. I will see to it that I have myself whipped twenty...."
"No," Faolin interrupted, "You needn't be punished. It was my fault. The werewolf got away too, while I wasn't looking. I should be the one that is punished. And don't refer to the werewolves as beasts anymore, not all of them are insane."
"Has he gone mad?" Faolin heard one of the bloodseekers whisper.
"Aye, I think I may have." Faolin replied as the bloodseeker who made such a rude comment showed embarrassment.

That night Faolin thought long and hard about what had happened. His squad leader had not punished him, only gave him a warning, for he knew that Faolin was an excellent hunter and had not failed many times before. If I meet that werewolf again, I may not be able to give him mercy, even if he isn't like the others, for fear that my squad leader may become suspicious.

As Synthius woke, he slumped out of his bed, grabing his robes and puting them on. After he was dressed grabed his staff and walked out. He felt like goining for a walk today. He decided to head to Skingrad. The undead were out and stalking his lair as usual. He grabed a peice of bread and ate his breakfeast on his way to town.

It was such a lovley morning Synthius thought to himself. The sun was shining and the birds were singing. He hated it though, growing irritaded, he pulled his hood over his head and continued on. Upon reaching the gate the guards supspiciasly stared at him. The gate opened and he walked in.

Synthius walked around the dark cornersd of the town when he thought he spotted a corpse. He dashed toward it, when he got close he examended it. It was a fresh corpse of a vampire. The guard must not have diposed of it yet. He burst into laughter at his lucky find. He grabed the robe and draged the corpse.

" Haha, you must of gotten your head burnt from who killed you, oh, but don't wory, once I bring you back, You'll feel muck cooler once I've peeled the skin off your face." He said to the corpse of the vampire.

Lliryn made his way quietly through the graveyard, his eyesight enhanced for the night, as Sorian follwed behind him. He walked to the very back of the graveyard, to a small mausoleum, where he stopped and looked at for a minute. It was old, and moss grew up its sides, and front, and a pillar was cracked and leaning out.

He looked around to make sure nobody was following him, and he walked up to the door, his magical senses tuned outwards to find any hint of magical runes. Finding none apparent, he touched his hand to the door, which to his surprise opened easily, if a bit noisily. Obviously people had broken into it already, and as he entered, he confirmed that as the room was empty, except for the four well preserved corpses that lay on the floor.

He walked into the room, Sorian standing guard outside, and he ignored the smell as he examined the bodies closely, noting that the skeletons of two men laid to the side of the room, one's that the Necromancer planned on bringing back to his home as well. As he examined the bodies, a sudden shuffling and loud moan came from the dark corner, as a rotted corpse cam lumbering out, its eyeless sockets looking at the intruder.

Normal men would have panicked as a long-dead body came at them, but Lliryn found the whole thing boring and pointless, as he muttered an arcane phrase, and the zombi stopped in its tracks. It stood still, swaying slightly, but under the Necromancers full control. He examined it quickly, but shook his head, and snapped his fingers, and the thing burst into flames. It was far to decomposed to be of any use to the mer but he turned to the skeletons with interest.

He had his mummy chosen, and now he needed another servant to help carry the thing back. He started muttering again, twirrling his fingers, as he touched his hand to the things skull. It twitched suddenly, and rose to the mers commands, its bones held together by Lliryn's magical will, until he could properly bind it. The thing would not last long, but just enough to get the main prize home.

With that, he gave the orders, and watched as his minions carried the body from the tomb, as he followed, noting the sky lightening, as he shut the door, forcing his skeletal slaves to go faster as the sky continued to lighten.


OOC: Ewww.... what a god-awful post.

As he deep in his sleep he was suddenly awaken by a person he didn't know, probably a bloodseeker lookout.
"Wake up sir! This is important!" the mysterious bloodseeker said.
"What is it! You better have damn good news for waking me up like this!"
The lookout displayed a sign of fear. "Sir it's just that I have been hearing noises in the woods. Moans and groans and other things of the sort. Along with voices."
"Alright I'll check it out."
"It's just a little to the west over there sir." the lookout pointed as he exited the small tent. Falus grabbed his bow and dagger and climbed a tree, leaping from one to the next until he arrived to where the commotion was coming from. As Falus arrived he found himself at a graveyard staring at a mausolem with a figure standing outside. There appeared to him, to be a couple of skeletons carrying dead bodies. He let out a sigh. Why do I keep having to confront every creature of the night except my specialty. I know almost nothing of necromancers! Only that they deal with dead bodies and dangerous spirits... Falus leapt to a tree in front of the necromancer and notched and arrow. "Hold it right there lurker of the night."

Lliryn couldn't hide his surprise as a Bosmer leapt out from behind the trees, an arrow nocked and his sights on the Necromancer. The Dunmer sighed, guessing this mer to be of the nearby village, though Lliryn wondered where the other villagers were.

Drop the body you hunk of bones. he commuted to Sorian, and the empty shell of a skeleton. They placed the body and walked up to the Necromancer, Sorian drawing the sword from the rotted scabbard. Lliryn could feel his servants want to taste blood and battle, and the Necromancer assured his minion that he woud get some eventually.

He was rather impatient, and though he didn't want to waste to much energy, he also wanted to get home quickly, and he doubted this foolish Bosmer would let him do so.

"Lurker of the night?" he asked, pointing a skinny finger at himself. "Why, you are the one sneaking around in the dark, scaring old mer like me." he said innocently, testing for anger problems with this one. "So before you start accusing me of 'lurking', then perhaps you should consider what you have been doing." he said pointedly, as he prepared a spell in his mind, waiting for the mer to make his move first.

"Hah, me lurking? Why it's just my job to kill scumbags like you. What did you think you were going to do with that skeleton and that body? You think you can just play with peoples dead bodies and then fill them with spirits of people who never did a thing wrong in their life? What is your purpose in life, necromancer? Have you no morale?" Falus still kept his bow aimed at the necromancer, every few seconds his eyes flickered to the skeleton. I've never fought a skeleton before but I'm sure it wont be too hard.

Lliryn listened to the long-winded and cliche speech with ever growing boredom. Many people before this Bosmer had given the same words to him as they caught him in his work, all of them questioning his morales and why he did it.

Lliryn smiled, his yellowish teeth showing, as he shook his head at the fool. "My purpose in life?" he repeated. "My purpose in life far exceeds the knowledge you posess, you fool." he replied. "Men and mer like you can only dream of the things I have learned, and th things I plan to learn." he continued.

He had the spell prepared, and now all it would take is a single syllabul to cast. He waited patiently for the Bosmer to make the first move, even though time was not on his side.

"Are you going to kill me, Bosmer?" he asked, trying to edge the mer on, as he prepared his two minion with his communications. He now truly wanted this one, but not dead. No, he wanted this one alive, and whole, so he could bring him back to his cave. He was already imagining a life time of pain for this one, never letting him die, until Lliryn grew bored, and killed him finally.

"I'm am not as foolish as you think, I will not fall for your childish taunts. I can see the evil behind your eyes, you have no good intentions. You must be killed for the good of mankind. As recited by the leader of the bloodseekers, 'To help mankind, the rid them of those foul beasts who haunt the night, and to destroy those who command the power of the undead'." As he said this he loosed an arrow straight at the necromancer, and hoped for the best...

Lliryn smiled as the mer gave the "good of man" speech, yet another one the Necromancer had heard many times. He also noted the name, "the Bloodseekers", and gussed at who inhabited the camps around his home. He woulod deal with them soon enough, but first he had a cocky Bosmer to deal with.

The arrow was fired quickly, but Lliryn muttered the last word, and his skin hardened to stone. The arrow struck, and he felt it, quite keenly, but it wasn't fatal anymore. He did feel the heat from the arrow though, and silently thanked his magical tunic, though his robes had a scorch mark in them now.

Kill the fool. he told his servants mentally, as Sorian charged quicker then the otehr, broken and old skeleton. Lliryn prepared his next spell, while his skeletons served as distractions, as he chanted his spell, and let the illusion form, a second "Lliryn" appearing, slightly blurred, but otherwise indistinguishable from the real one. He thought of what spell he should use next, as his minions drew closer.

Damnit! This is going to be harder than I thought... His thoughts were interrupted as the armored skeleton swung at him. Faolin had already put his bow on his back and pulled out his silver dagger while they were running to him. He blocked the swing and tried to retailiate but the skeleton blocked the hit with his sheild. What the hell?! There are two of that necromancer? Are they twins? No this must some sort of trickery. As the other skeleton approached him he became even more pressured having to react twice as fast. The unarmored skeleton swung at him with his fists and Faolin blocked with his swords which ended up cutting off the skeletons right hand. He placed his foot on the other skeleton's sheild and kicked him back knocking the skeleton to the ground. That bought him some time which allowed him to quickly behead the unarmored skeleton. But to his amazement it kept attacking, head or not. It attacked again with it's fist and Faolin cut off his whole arm this time, and buying him enough time to cut off the other arm as well.

OOC: I don't know if I was supposed to wait for Bebop magnum to decide if I finish him off?

OOC: It's killed.

IC:

Lliryn admired the Bosmer's swordsmanship with a small smile, though he knew it was futile. He watched without regret as his skeleton was steadily dismembered, and the Necromancer decided to let the thing go, breaking the magical connection that gave it power, and watching as it crumbled where it stood, dust flying up.

Keep distracting the fool. he ordered Sorian, as the skeleton got up, and came at the mer, twirling its blade like only a skeleton with a soul of a warrior could.

He begun spellcasting, his arms moving wildly, as he started chanting faster. To his right, his illsuion self did the same, chanting and waving its arms, the blur becoming a little more obvious as it moved quickly, and Lliryn reached the high point of his spell.

He released the bolt of lightning towards the Bosmer, as a similar one flew from the illusions tips, though it couldnn't harm the mer, and Lliryn thought the battle to be over with this spell, as the Bosmer seemed unprepared for the spell....

OCC: Sorry for my absence, I've been having writers block for this Rp?

Angorhn was walking around outside, when he heard a fight happening. It sounded intense, angorhn rushed to the sounds of swords hitting swords, as suddenly he saw a necromancer and blood-seeker battling it out with each-other.

S*** I'm ready, angorhn said, as he quickly morphed into a werewolf. The hulking creature charged the necromancer, catching him off guard. It looked like the necromancer was trying to cast another spell, but angorhn quickly grabbed him and threw him against the mosoleum wall...

Faolin defended from the armored skeleton as he noticed the necromancer out of the corner of his eyes. He is casting a ranged spell but I can't tell which element. Damn, and I have no sheild. He looked at the skeleton. But this ugly thing does! Faolin grabbed the sheild from the skeleton and yanked from his hands, making the skeleton stumble back. A lightning bolt was already in the air coming to him as he raised the sheild and ducked. Unfortunately if he had known it was going to be lightning he would have tried to dodge it. As the lightning bolt struck the sheild a large volt of electricity went through the sheild, shocking him and sending Faolin flying back a couple yards. As he got up, his whole body aching, he now saw only one of the necromancer again, but he was on the ground now near the mausolem wall, which was now cracked even more. And where the necromancer was previously standing was another werewolf. This isn't the one from earlier today. Faolin let out a sigh. Here we go again, why can't I just fight a vampire for once, or atleast something easier? Faolin rose completely to his feet and waited for the battle to play out...

Lliryn didn't see the lightning bolt hit, as he turned to see a large snarling form smash into him, throwing him back against the mausoleum. His illusion died with his concentration, as he groaned in pain, thanking his shield for probably saving his skull from being split in half.

Help me you fool, or you will know pain! he screamed telepathically. He could only hope the skeleton would be able to respond, but he doubted it would reach him in time to save Lliryn from the new attacker. He had to improvise, and he muttered a single word, as a spell of calming came from his lips, and washed over the werewolf-- for that was what it was-- and Lliryn could only hope the spell would work on such a mindless creature. At least to give him enough time to cast his spell of invisibility....

Sorian was outraged by the sudden maneuver, as the shield was ripped from his arm. He heard his masters call, but he found himself more human in those few seconds then he had since his rebirth, and he continued forwards at the Bosmer, determined to show it how a true warrior fought.

This skeleton still wants to come back for more! Faolin lifted the sheild up and chucked it at the oncoming monster. The monster lifted his sword up to block the projectile but still stumbled back a bit. Faolin took this to his advantage and ran towards the skeleton, getting ready to try and harm the skeleton in any way he could. Faolin raised his sword to behead the skeleton but it quickly blocked his attack, quicker than Faolin had expected. It then retaliated and struck at his ribs forming a small gash. Faolin let out a cry and looked at his wound, it wasn't fatal but if he didn't finish off this skeleton quickly it could be dangerous...

Angorhn charged once more at the necromancer, the hulking beast flew through the air, and smashed into the necromancer, slashing his left arm. Angorhn jumped to the top of the mausoleum realizing that the necromancer was wildly bleeding, blood was running down his arm, as angorhn set his sights on the blood-seeker. He quickly lunged at the blood-seeker who seemed stunned to see him, jumping at him with furry...

OOC: Ah yes..... PvP battles....

IC:

Lliryn was shocked as the spell seemed to have no effect on the werewolf, and tried to defend himself as the beast charged at his prone form. He shouted in pain a second later, as his arm was ripped at, and the werewolf jumped away, leaving the Necromancer against the mausoleum, bleeding rather heavily.

He ignored the pain, and began casting, letting his mind leave the scene, as it searched the netherworld for a spirit, calling out to it, promising it a chance to walk the mortal worl again. It wasn't hard, and soon a willing spirit found its way to Lliryn, who promptly opened a passage for it to reach his world. He closed the gateway quickly, not wanting any unwanted visitors coming through, and sent the ghost off towards the werewolf, knowing its incorperal form would cause a long enough distraction.

He began chanting again, and a second later, he disappeared from sight, his body going invisible. He gritted his teeth at the pain as he hurried away, the mummified body laying untouched still at the mausoleum. He came to rest on the far side of the graveyard, watching and waiting for the battle to end, as his ghost closed in on the werewolf.....

Synthius draged the corpse through town and out into wilderness. So overjoyed with the find he just could not wait to get back. He thought up all the ways he could torture him. With so much excitment he began to kick the body as if it were actualy feeeling it.

Synthius walked late into the night, when he came by a bloodseeker fight with a fellow necromancer.

"Oh, I can use my new freind here for some help."

He grabed his spare black soul gem and began the proccess of reviveing it.The soul gem svcked clean and made useless. He tossed it away as the corpse came into being. He comanded out.

" Kill him" Synthius said, As the zombie rushed out to serve its perpuce, to kill.

Damn will this fight ever end? Faolin thought as he noticed another undead creature running towards him, and in the distance Faolin noticed that there was another necromancer. Faolin took a small whistle he used to call back up and blew into it. It made no sound, only to the trained ears of a bloodseeker. As the zombie approached he swung at Faolin he quickly dashed forward slitting it's throat. However this didn't seem to effect it at all. The creature caught Faolin off-guard and punched Faolin in the face, knocking him to the ground. He rose back up quickly and sliced off both of the creatures arms easily as it had no way to defend itself. He then beheaded and left it on the ground to die. Faolin noticed too that the other necromancer was now missing. Atleast that's one gone... He sheathed his dagger and quickly pulled out a bow and aimed at the necromancer.
"You're dead necromancer. My comrades are on the way here right now." He thought about the werewolf but didn't worry about him as the werewolf was probably trying to find the other necromancer. He kept his bow aimed right at the necromancer and loosed an arrow...