"Yes, lets go and do our adventures once more hopefully you wont get bit hehe" i said while joking and walking towards my old assassin armour.

OOC: Lol? a vampire said lol?

IC: "Ye, but you're there to watch my back." Christo chuckled.

"Yes, you can count on me on watching your back and i do have this new power that developed over the years i can change to an animal that i wish to become, but i rather become a huge black wolf or a black hawk" i said while walking away from the armour and ready to go out for a adventure.

OOC:I know i was im the laughing matter cause i was laughing for real when i typed and plus i was textin at the same time lol.

IC: "Where are we going to?" Christo asked while he threw a stone up in the air and catched it in mid air.
"Cyrodiil? Morrowind? Argonia?"

"You pick the place and ill be your guardian, everyone seems like im dead anyway and i want to keep it that way to avoid any armies" I said while turning in to a huge black wolf with yellow eyes.

Christo was suprised for a moment and almost fell over.
"Alright, can you speak while being a wolf?" He asked while he opened the door so the wolf could get trough.

"yes i can and i also have the highten senses like a wolf too" i said while walking out, waiting on Christo.

Christo smiled.
"You look.... hairy...." Christo chuckled while he walked outside and closed the door behind himself.
"Well, lead the way."

"Lets travel to Chorrol, to pay a visit to our friend Liarah" i said while running up ahead to scout the area.

Character Sheets:
Name: Aven Dreth
Nickname: None
Gender: Male
Age: 62
Race: Dunmer

Height: 5'11
Eye Color: Red
Skin Color: Gray
Hair Style: Windbraids

Class: Spellsword
Class Focus: Destruction magic and swordplay
Major Skills: Alteration, Blade, Block, Destruction, Heavy Armor, Illusion, Restoration

Appeal: He is a slender brown-haired Dunmer wearing a red silk robe and hood, with gold-trimmed shoes. He has a paint horse, which carries his belongings. He also has alchemy apparatus, as he prefers to distill his own potions, even if he is only an apprentice in the art of Alchemy.

Combat Appeal: Dwarven Cuirass, gauntlets, greaves, and boots, with his enchanted Helm Mudskipper. He wields an "Icicle" Silver Longsword and a Telvanni Guard Bonemold shield.

Enchanted Items:

Mudskipper (Telvanni Mole Crab Helm)- Water Breathing constant effect
Icicle (Variety of enchanted Silver Longsword found in Morrowind)- 1 to 25 Ice Damage on strike

Brief History:

Aven was an aspiring Telvanni who reached the rank of Lawman. While he was searching for a sponsor to become a Mouth, a rival attemped to kill him and ended up dead. Unfortunately, this rival had many powerful allies in House Telvanni, and Aven ended up fending off two assassination attempts by Telvanni hirelings. When he fended off a Morag Tong assassin (but received quite a few injuries in the process) with a writ for him, he realized that he'd be killed sooner or later if he remained in Morrowind. He left for Cyrodiil, knowing that the Morag Tong operations were less successful there. He made a living killing renegade conjurers and necromancers in Nibenay, hoping it would give him the skills needed to take on the Telvanni who wanted him dead.

He drifted from place to place, and while he was at it, knowing the shipments of Dwemer artifacts that had been supposedly shipped to Cyrodiil, and being a Dwemer enthusiast from his days in Telvanni, searched for the elusive armor until he had nearly a full suit. He's still looking for the helmet, shield, and longsword. At the time, he has recently arrived in Bravil. He certainly doesn't like the town, but it's gotten dark and he needed a bed to sleep.

He hopes to someday return to Morrowind once he has honed his power and wealth, retake his place in House Telvanni, and hopefully live past the age of 1000.

Character Sheets:
Name: Zyle Reed
Nickname: Zyle
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Race: Redguard

Height: 5'9"
Eye Color: light brown
Skin Color: Brown w/ Rihad tribal tattos on his chest and his right arm.
Hair Style: Cropped, black

Class: Martial Arts w/ Ability to Control Fire
Class Focus: Fire
Major Skills: Handtohand, Swordsman, Light armour, Marksman

Appeal: Redguard Tribal clothing
Combat Appeal: Redguard Tribal clothing w/ a Scimitar
Enchanted Items: (none)

Brief History:
Zyle was a child survivor during the Immortals war at Anvil, he was though released from any laborwork that the creatures had for him. Zyle sailed on the ship for months until reaching his homeland, Hammerfell and reaching the city Rihad were he learned to control fire and the martial art style in HammerFell.

Now, 10 years later he seeks revenge on the vampire army that raided his home, and is surely to kill the vampire Lord. Although he dont know his name he surely knows his face, but now he arrives at Anvil were it began and were it ended and is now on his way to the local inn in the city.

"I would like one glass of water please" i asked while looking arround my sourrounding to see how much things have change since the years. "Here you go" the innkeeper said as he was helping out another costumer.

OOC: I'm just moving my character's first actions from his profile.

Aven dismounted his horse and left it at the stables. He didn't want to stay in this cesspit of a town, but an inn was better than sleeping at a camp. He entered the town. He was greeted by a strange sight; several guards were conversing, discussing something. Aven approached them to eavesdrop on the conversation.

He heard something regarding the inn, and decided to investigate it himself. He a man and a wolf exiting the inn, a very strange sight. Still he had seen stranger. He entered the inn and saw the corpses. I'd expect this in Sadrith Mora but not here, he thought. Aven, always curious (even if it seemed dangerous), and relatively frustrated that the killing apparently drove off the innkeeper, (although he could probably magically unlock the doors, he'd probably get arrested when the guards investigate further) exited the inn and confronted the man, "What have you and your pet done? How am I supposed to rent a room now?"

"Our friend? I bet you want more!" Christo laughed while he walked outside and towards the main gate hoping the wolf would follow him.

OOC: Christo, he's talking to you.

Aven spoke up again. "Are you the one who killed those people in the inn? Haven't you ever heard of something called discretion?" Being a Telvanni, he was used to seeing strangers kill each other, but this killing just seemed pointless. And now he couldn't buy a room.

I quickly turned back around as he heard a voice comming from behind Christo, once close enough he saw a Dark Elf behind him talking to him Christo ignored him untill he asked again. I then began to walk up to the dark elf while growling and snarling.

Zyle finished his glass and walked outside, "Hmm...its been 10 years since i last lived in this place i wounder were the library is at to study on vampires soi can study their weakness" he said to himself. "Black horse Courior, two guards slained in a inn fight" the messanger yelled, "Hey you don't mind if i get one do you," Zyle said, He quickly replied "no not at all, here take one". Zyle grabbed the paper and witness two bodies and a wanted sign of an Imperial that was tied to the murder and a mysterious man that was probably associated with the murder. The other suspect didn't really have a picture but it said.

Aven stepped back. He had no armor, but he didn't think he'd need it to take care of a wolf. The telvanni cast a shield spell, so that he would have some protection. He then cast a flare spell which hit the ground a foot away from the wolf; Aven preferred giving a warning shot, and fire was usually a good deterrent when dealing with beasts.

"I would recommend calling off your pet now."

"You fool" I quickly said while trying to dodge the flare by running towards him, I then retracted my claws to claw him. "Dunmer I advise you to run from that huge wolf cause it looks like its not playing around about its master" the guard quickly said while having his hand on his weapon.

Aven asked the wolf, "You can talk? What are you?" Aven cast a fireball spell at the wolf. He didn't like fighting without his combat gear, but he didn't think that he'd need it to fight off a wolf.

I ignored the question and dodge the attack, i then quickly ran up to his legs and tryed to swip them to make him fall. "Thats enough" the guard said while drawing his sword. I then stopped in my tracks, and began to watch the dark elf everywhere he go.

Aven jumped back, but found his back to the door; he was trapped. However, he still had a good amount magicka left, and wasn't ready to quit. "You'd better stand back, guard, I'm not finished yet!" He then turned back towards the wolf. "It appears as if you're more than a simple wolf. No matter, if you get any closer, then it'll be impossible to dodge my next spell." He hoped that this guard was more skilled than the two that were lying dead in the inn.

OOC: sorry, I was a little confused there, my mistake....

IC: Christo sat down on a chair and a grin appeared on his face.
"This could get entertaining." He said.
He wasn't planning on joining the fight as he knew how this would end, with the death of the other guy.

OOC: By the way, what level of vampirism does Lycan have at the moment (25, 50, 75, or 100)?

OOC: In this Rp the vampire system is different from the original its not that if you dont feed your strong but if you feed your like icredible so its the opposite so im like 100 in the opposite that means kinda immune to the sun just a tad bit.

IC: The guard quickly tryed to grab the Dunmer, and I quickly jumped in the air to tackle him, the guard moved out the to avoid getting pounced on.

Zyle found the new library and quickly found the books he was looking for, "Vampire of Morrowind" the book said. Zyle opened the book and witness drawings of the creatures killing people and drinking the blood of the innoncent, "by the nines they can spread the disease around by drinking" I whispered under my breath.

Aven knew this was the moment to attack. When the wolf pounced, Aven cast a fireball at it.