OOC : Actually I just watched "from hell" and one of the dudes in that had a smiliar contraption But aye...it's sorta like Altairs I suppoose :shrug:

IC :

"Been bleeding...eh?" Flynt said with a scowl , running his reptilian-like tongue over his teeth in an aggressive manner , not taking his eyes of the man's .

He maintained eye contact as he knelt down , touching a small pool of blood on the floor before the man with his gloved hand before standing back up . He rubbed the sample between his index finger and thumb , smelling it . It was old , almost scabbed-over .

He licked it , letting out an excited gasp before licking his lip's . He devilish grin crept across his age-cracked face and his eyes lit up with anticipation and excitement . He could taste the taint , a disease of sorts . It had taken him years of training to hone such a skill , but the taste was there .

But was it Lycanthropy? Or was the man merely sick with some other illness?

"I am an officer of the blood seeker's...and you had better hope that your not part of the plagued blight that infests this province . Werewolves . Witche's Vampire's . Necromancer's . I wouldn't suppose you had seen any around...have you?"

He gave the man a angered and somewhat stressed glare , a way of saying "Im suspicious, and I think you know what you are , and if im correct , your in trouble"

Suddenly a voice rang out from behind him...a female voice . The elderly man spun around on his heel's and faced the woman . Now he was between the two , blocked .

For a moment he wore an expression of suprise and anger . His eyes beamed and he snarled . He knew he was at disadvantage , but he maintained his stern , hissing tone .


"How did you get past Mr. Scol....."

Before he finished his sentence he decided to take another approach . He recollected himself , clearing his throat before standing straight , his arms behind his back . He ever so subtley flicked his wrist , sending his small glass dagger springing out . He covered it in the palm of his hand and looked at the woman with a wry smile .

"Friend of your's , Nord?" He spat , his eyes fixated on her's . "This is none of your business harlet , so you had better get back into the main lobby where my Lieutenants will look after you...."

This had been just the little fun she'd been looking for all day. Her eyes were drawn to the little glass dagger that he had drawn. Ears perked when he demanded that she go downstairs where the people could 'watch over her'. She had an amused expression on her face as the trench coat-clad man called her a harlet. "Well now, that's not very nice now is it?" She slowly began to approach the man, her eyes fixated dangerously on his form.

"I guess you're a seeker lover. You look like it. You know, I love the Nine, and you really want to know something?" She let off a short laugh after she said that. Her fingers reached up and began to rub at her neck softly. "They're talking to me right now. You want to know what they're telling me to do?" Her gaze then snapped back to Angorhn. "They're telling me to do this.." A confident smirk rose to her features, and then her eyes moved back to the other man. Her hand then was thrown into the air, and the powerful force of Telekinesis would uplift Abbot and send him cascading into the air like a rag doll, sending him crashing out of the window above the bed and out of her sight.

She shrugged. "He wasn't very nice anyways." Her expression was quickly converted to an innocent, puppy-dog look.

Angorhn looked at the woman some what amazed at what had just happened. Suddenly angorhn was put out of his daze, as he saw several Blood-seekers rushing up the stairs. Angorhn quickly looked to the woman, he was'nt sure if he should show her his true form. One of the Blood-seekers charged angorhn, who quickly used his supernatural strength to throw the man down the stairs.

Angorhn grabbed the womans arm pulling her into his room. He pushed a closet infront of the door so the Blood-seekers could not break in. The woman did'nt seem as shocked to see his werewolf form, as he stepped towards her.

"We need to get to Solsthiem, and you can teleport us there!", angorhn looked at the door, as the sound of the Blood-seekers began pounding on the door. "You need to take me to Solsthiem quickly!"...

Edit: Yes I know, I just posted when you had. It should be fine now. Go ahead and Edit your post to be in "IC" and we can continue. :thumbsup:

[ o__o -blink- Jentina tossed the man out the window. Like out of the building. Not at a door. ]

Well, she didn't even get as much as a thank you. But that was fine, what could she really expect in this time and crisis? For him to sincerely thank her while men ran up the stairs to kill them both? No, she could not, and so she didn't. She was taken aback when her arm was grabbed, and she was literally dragged into the next room. Angorhn ? whom she guessed was a werewolf, judging by his behavior and brute strength ? begged her to teleport them to Solstheim.

Her hand reached up to her arm, rubbing over the spot that he'd grasped. She was sure it was going to bruise, and that angered her a bit. "Ooh, Solstheim you say?" A sudden banging noise erupted from behind her. It must have been the other men trying to break the door down. She didn't even flinch, and she kept her dangerous demeanor plastered on her expression. "What's in it for me, wolfy boy?" She grinned.

Flynt had lost it . The chance to bring pain had been so close to him yet he had become too enveloped in the moment and became careless . He wanted to strike at the woman with his dagger , to revel in the slaughter perhaps as patrons in the main room heard her terrified shrieks and saw blood running across the floor...but now due to his carelessnes he had lost it all .

He had been picked up like a ragdoll with a magick force he had never felt before and playfully tossed through the window like a mere annoyance , and now he was outside in the street , clutching his bleeding face in dead silence .

He was furious . He was used to striking fear into the hearts of those who stood before him , bending their weak will to his whim...but those two people had openly mocked him and discarded him as some overly-dramatic old man with a chip on his shoulder....brutalising both his face and his ego .

He dragged himself into the shadow's....a heavy trail of blood in his wake . He slid into a dark alley just outside the inn and propped himself against the archway of a condemned building , taking his hands away from his face .

He couldn't see . Blood clouded his vision like a red mist , and then he came to the realisation that a large shard of glass from the window had almost taken off half the skin on his face .

Still he muttered not a single sound , and yanked the shards from his face in utter silence despite the blinding pain , the bloodied pieces landing on the ground with a slight "tink" .

When he had finished he wiped the blood from his face and took off his gloves ... running his bare fingers back across his face to feel for damage . He picked up one off the larger shards of the glass and wiped the blood off that too...using it as a makeshift mirror .

He had lost his left cheek and his eye hung loosely..still in it's socket like a nail that hadnt been nailed in properly . He could still see through it however so the nerves were still intact . He had lost some teeth and some of his gum's aswell , and the flesh that used to be the lower left portion of his chin dangled loosely like a piece of paper flapping in the wind .

The sound of footstep's could be heard , but the damaged man didn't even look up as his agent's approached him . Scolf and Rudabaugh , the two men that had previously been gaurding the pub , had now come to his aid .

"Are you alright sir?" Scolf said , looking down but not able to see the knelling man very clearly due to the shadow of the alley . "We tried to get them sir but they beat us up . Some men are trying to bust the door down now..Rudabaugh got thrown down the stairs!" . Abbott said nothing...and simply walked out of the dark and into the clear .

Rudabaugh withheld a gasp , and took a step back . Scolf looked for a second before slightly easing his head back to make eye contact with his superior once more . "Oh...." he simply said trying not to look at the disfigured agent too much in fear that he may loose sleep over it .

"Get me back to my lodgings" he said simply . The two men nodded and picked him up , helping him down the road as he held his face with his hands once more .

For once in year's...he started sobbing .

OOC : long post I know , but thats because it's my final one for the night

Angorhn looked at the woman as she stood there waiting for some sort of reply from her mercenary like question, "Well I or those men wont kill you! thats what in it for you", angorhn stood wishing the woman would just teleport them to Solsthiem so he could speak with his fellow bretheren of the night.

The pounding stopped at the door, as the sound of foot-steps walked down the stairs, "So what will it be, we cant stay here or the Blood-seekers and Vampires will come for us!"...

Lliryn stumbled back to his cave, pausing to dispel the runes around the entrance with a wave of his hands, as he pushed the rotting door aside, his skeleton stirring, but remaining down as it was the master. His minions carried the corpse behind him, as he walked into the main room, directing them to the main room, where he cleared a stone table of a few tools and body parts.

The body was set down on the table, and Lliryn paused to admire how perfectly preserved it still was, the bandages only a little dusty and shifted from the lastest movement. He was in no shape at the moment to begin his work however, and even after a sleep, he would not begin his work, as questions needed answering, and it called for a trip into Skingrad.

He went to rearm the runes at the entrance of his cave, and let the zombie drop lifelessly to the floor, while Sorian took up guard outside of Lliryn's room. He went to a wooden crate in the corner, and threw open the lid, revealing a dozen red bottles beneath it. Underneath, another dozen lay, but he took one from the top, and closed the lid again. He popped the wooden stopper, and downed the potion in a single gulp, as he sat on his bed.

He felt a burning sensation in his arm as the wound started to close up, and the pain in his back and head started to subside to the potions magical properties. He hated using the valuable potions, as they had cost quite a bit, but the cut in his arm was deep and he feared he had a minor concussion. The potions were very potent though, and the pain was vanishing, along with almost all traces of the cut in his arm.

He removed his torn robe, and his tunic, and tossed them onto his chair as he crawled into his bed, his mind weary from the magical battle. When he woke in a few hours, he would set off into town, where he would get some answers to his attackers, and perhaps he would meet the troublesome Bosmer. He drifted off into sleep as thoughts of torture and suffering for the mer passed through his brain....

Faolin awoke, grasping his pillow in fear. He was having a nightmare about the necromancer from last night. In the nightmare the necromancer was endlessly torturing him, laughing an evil laugh. Damnit. This isn't like me. To have nightmares about my enemies...
Faolin walked into his squad leaders tent and took a seat. "Sir, Skingrad is getting crazier by the day."
"Aye, tell me about it." his squad leader responded.
"Well, now that I'm back to work again, what will you have me do?"
"I heard about the battle from last night, I want you to track down the necromancer that started all of it."
"But sir.."
"No buts! I already have people working to track down the two werewolves and the second necromancer. And since you already know what the first necromancer looks like and the sort, you would do best to try and find him. Trust me if there was a vampire in the battle I would assign him to you. But there's not."
"Yes sir, I should get on it right away."
Faolin left the tent and gathered his weapons, armor, and a few snacks and started back to where the fight had taken place. There was multiple people there already, cleaning up blood and repairing broken gravestones.
"NO! Everyone leave now!" Faolin yelled. Everyone looked at him with surprise. He pulled out his necromancer writ and held it up. "I have stict orders to hunt down this monster. How am I supposed to do that with people ruining my evidence?!" Everyone had a grim look on their face but they obeyed, no one usually stood up to the bloodseekers and Faolin wanted to keep it that way.

Faolin look at the tracks all day, finding clues and reached a cave by midnight. This must be where he resides. I will come back tomorrow with guards and bloodseekers. We should be able to take care of him. And with that Faolin went back to camp and reported to his squad leader. He then went to bed, only to be haunted by the necromancer again...

Jentina rushed to the widow. The room he had pulled her into had a window facing the?building next door. She looked down to the floor level, and saw three men get up and begin to walk. The slamming on the door calmed for a minute, but then violently started back up again. She quickly spun herself around and gripped Angorhn's hand. "Ookay let's go." She said in a worried tone, and their bodies dissolved into the air. After they dissapeared, the men had broken down the door and began to flood the room only to find that they were gone.

Kohl-lined eyes opened moments afterwards. Her body began to grow goosebumps across her olive skin. The snow was drifting down silently onto the ground, the wind tossing those flakes into circular orbits through the air. Her arms clutched their opposite arms, covering her chest to keep herself warm. "It's definitely Solstheim.." she looked over her shoulder, and then looked back to Angorhn. "I'm guessing you came back here to find your other werewolf friends or whatever..word has it that they've been blending into their mortal surroundings well lately." The town was just over the hill. She needed to go get some new clothes if they were going to reside here for a bit.

Thorin sniffed the air delicately, and discovered that the Werewolf had escaped. Damn it all to hell! Thorin looked over the edge of the rooftop to see three men, two of them carrying an injured old fellow, hobble down the streets.
Best to get the hell out of here...
Thorin jumped to an adjacent rooftop, and skidded down the shingles. He soared to another rooftop, using the flag poles to swing across. He crawled up his clock tower, and sat down inside. Thorin was about to drift into sleep when something bright caught his attention. It was coming from outside Skingrad. Thorin gasped as he saw what it was. A massive, fiery portal was out in the open fields, with dozens of Daedra and Dremora pouring out. They were heading for Skingrad.

Synthius walked through the woods with more speed than usual to keep away from the bloodseekers. He soon came upon his lair and walked donw to the old stone door and pressed hard trying to open the door. With one last push the opened wide and right after he walked in it quickly closed with a large thud. He pushed a large heavy chest in front of the door to keep anyone out. Now that he felt no one can get in with out him knowing they are hitting the door open. He also put mhuch of his minions at the door in case they did get through.

Synthius felt shame he couldn't get that corpse back, he was running low on bodys and souls. But there would be enough dead bloodseekers soon. He went on to torture his minions as usual. He picked a once proud and strong Nord warrior, but is now nothing but pain and misery. He grabed him out of the cave and put him on a blood smeared stone slab. He tied his limbs down to the table with spiked chains. The seeped out his arms and legs as an infection began to grow. He grabed his shortsword and began cutting down the stomach, savioring all the pain. He reached in the open cut and began riping the important stuff out, but his necromancy keeping him alive. He threw all the stuff on the ground just leaving them there. He then grabed his blade and stuck it into the Nords eye and began twirling it and then with a yank it poped out of the eye socket. The nord screamed in pain and started wiggling around just causing more pain. After feeling he was done he draged the Nord into the cage and locked it tight.

Then Synthius grabed a corpse from a pile of them and began the procsess of bringing it back

Faolin awoke from another nightmare clutching the air. It felt real this time. I could smell, feel the pain. It's going to get worse if I don't stop this necromancer. Then Faolin heard screams. They were coming from inside Skingrad. Faolin got his armor and weapons and ran outside into the night and was blinded by a huge orange glow. Daedra! Faolin's camp was already busy, archers were stringing their bows, and others would doing a quick sharpening of their weapon. He rushed to his squad leaders tent and dashed inside.
"Sir what are we going to do?"
"We are going to send a squad inside the try and shut this damned portal, thats what we are going to do!" his squad leader replied, while armoring up.
"I thought we didn't deal with daedra?"
"Well if we don't who else is going to stop them? They could intude our camps as well."
"What should I do?"
"You're going into the portal."
"But..."
"Damnit! Quit with the buts Faolin! You're going inside the portal. You're one of our best fighters!"
"I was going to say I would be better defending the camp but if you think I should go then I'll be on my way sir." And with that Faolin ran to the portal and met up with a squad of 4 other bloodseekers. He got there within a matter of minutes. There were three daedra soldiers standing guard and there were plenty more slaughtering guards durther away from the portal. The portal stood 3 stories high, towering above everyone. Faolin pulled out his bow and got the first daedra in the neck. The second one looked from where the arrow came from only to be shot square in the forehead. Faolin slung his bow across his back and pulled out his long silver dagger blocking a hit from the third daedra. Then he kicked the demon to the ground and prepared to stab him in the chest...

OOC:Waiting to see if anyone else is coming to the portal before I continue.

Angorhn looked at the woman who was very cold and seemed to be worried about the events back in Skingrad, "Don't worry about anything. We'll get into town and get you something warm to eat and to put on, while I go and find an old friend!", angorhn and the woman rushed to the town just as the snow began to pick-up and blow everywhere. The early morning was the coldest in Solsthiem and even for angorhn it was a bit chilly.

Luckly for the two, the pub was warm and friendly. People payed no attension to them, except the men who were interested in the woman. Angorhn walked over to the counter and hailed the pub owner. "I need one room for the night!", the man looked at angorhn and then to the woman with a smirk returning to angorhn, "Ten gold pieces. Third room on the left,and have fun!", angorhn looked at the pub owner with a dirty look, "Its not what it looks like", the man returned to his buisness as angorhn walked back up to the woman.

"Here take this key, its the third room on the left. Stay there until I return, go and buy yourself some warm clothes why'll your at it. I have to go find my friend", angorhn walked out of the pub handing the key to the woman and walked into the cold to find his friend...

[is this a dead topic? o_o]

^ I was just waiting for you to post after mine, so we could continue the Rp? Oh and if you do add to the Rp, you may want to just edit your last post. Just a helpful hint ^

OOC: I was waiting to see if anyone else was coming to the gate before I post again. I don't know what happened. It's been a couple days and still no one has posted. I'll edit this and add in a IC post later.

OOC: My character is caught in the dreaded "RP Sleep".

I'm not posting until somebody can advance the RP a little. i.e. until somebody posts again.

OOC: The RP isn't dead. I'll post later tonight and get it moving along again, no worries.

Thorin watched as Legion soldiers and Bloodseekers alike tried to fight off the creatures that walked through the fiery gate to Oblivion. Thorin saw the Bloodseeker who he had met on the rooftop yesterday, stabbing a Dremora in its chest with a dagger. It was then that Thorin realized something was preparing to attack his ally. Thorin let loose his feral energy and morphed into the massive hazel Werewolf he had kept chained within. The Werewolf leaped through the air and slashed a jumping Clannfear in half. The dinosaur like creature squealed as it's insides spilled onto the grass. The Werewolf then approached his friend, the Bloodseeker.
"Hopefully that will be the last time I need to save your ass. If you're going into the gate, I'm coming with you."

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A Bloodseeker ship crashed onto the frozen shores of Solstheim, and after several moments, dozens of heavily armored men poured out onto the beach. At last, out stepped their commander, Captain D'raziir. D'raziir was a weathered and experienced old Khajiit, a master of the arcane arts, and quite handy with his elven crafted claymore. D'raziir walked along the beach, bone chilling winds blowing his dark green tunic back and forth.
"It's a good day to be a Bloodseeker," thought the sadistic Khajiit, his primal form within seeking blood. Few knew and little cared that D'raziir was in fact a Werewolf, and quite possibly the biggest alive. Bribes and threats have kept him in the organization for half a decade, as he slowly worked his way up as a Captain. The cruel man set his dark eyes on the small village just north of the beach. Soon, his kind's blood would be spilled.

"Yeah I'm going in. And I'd be glad to have you by my side werewolf friend." Faolin said.
"What are you doing sir?! Communicating with a disgusting creature of the night?" one of Faolin's men said.
"Leave now," Faolin said as he looked at the man who spoke out. "All of you leave now, I won't be needing your help. Tell any of the other bloodseekers about this, and I'll have you all removed and your reputations ruined." Faolin watched his men slowly back away and start to head the other way. Faolin took one more step and was about to enter the portal when he asked, "By the way, what is your name friend." he said as he looked at the werewolf.

OOC: I'll start in a bit, I'm going to read through the topic before posting.

"Thorin. My name is Thorin Claemore. Now, we have to go before things get out of hand. We only have an hour or so before they break into Skingrad. We don't want this turning out like Kvatch."
The hazel colored Werewolf leaped into the fiery gate, as two more Dremora came out.

"Good to meet you Thorin." He leaped through the portal after Thorin. leaving the two Dremora for someone else to handle, and found himself in a burning hot abyss, with spikes moving through the gorund and lava everywhere. A surprised Daedra wit ha claymore jumped bac kas he saw the two step through the portal and Faolin dashed forward and stabbed him through the neck before he could react. Faolin pulled his dagger out and looked around, this place was horrible. Faolin had heard tales about it but had never actually been through a portal. "And my name is Faolin, werewolf. You have any idea how to shut this gate down?" he said as he looked at the werewolf.

"No, I'm afraid I don't," replied the Werewolf.
"Do you smell something burning?"
Suddenly, a ball of fire struck the Werewolf's side, sending him spiraling into a black slab of marble. The marble cracked as he struck it head on, and collapsed onto the crimson sand, a bloody, gaping hole in his side. The fire ate away at his fur and left a bloody, fur-less patch of skin.
"Ugh..."
The attacker revealed himself, coming out from a large marble spike.
"Drop your weapon!" shouted the Dremora, who was armed with two flaming swords.