Christo had stayed inside the shelter the entire time of the attack, he had been scared but when he finaly got out he hoped the others would be al right. There was a foul smell in the air, one that could only be described by those who smell it, it was disgusting and mainly it was thanks to the dead corpses littering the ground.
After a short while he found the other and sighed of relief.
"I'm sorry but I was protecting erm...Liarah and her family." He lied.
"And who are these ones?" He asked as he didn't regognice their faces.

Jared's plan had not worked. He layed in a heap of tangled blankets, bloodied by his leg, on the chapel floor. He twisted and turned in his sleep. A young nord woman, kneeled next to Jared, praying for him to live. "Dream well, Breton, dream well" she whispered.

Jared abruptly stopped spasming and slowly his muscles relaxed, while he panted heavily. His breath was heavy, moist, warm. The unusual visual phenomenon returned to him. This time it was a bit different. At the corners and edges of his view it was blurred, and there was no vapors. Jared gingerly stood up, reaching a height he had never experienced before. He turned around and his eyes were immediately attached to a deep, red tinted maroon wisp, snaking itself through the air. The wisp pulsed and moved with his abnormal panting. He felt compelled to follow the trail of red. Jared began to trot, following the trail, turning and switching directions until he found the source. His vision filled with red, as he barely saw a guard with a cut arm. The guard look up and his mouth opened in terror, his eyes sank back into his skull, and his face became pale. Jared had no control over himself. His chest rumbled, and a throaty, hoarse roar erupted from his throat. Jared's legs began to move, pumping up and down, closing in on the helpless guard, his weapon three feet away. Jared's feet were paws armed with razor sharp claws. His arms, a mess of hair and equally sharp claws, lashed out as he pounced on the guard. Jared sunk his claws deep into the guards neck, blood quickly covering his neck. He pulled his arms outward, and the guards neck ripped in two, spurting blood into Jared's mouth and face. He watched horrified by himself, trying to fight back with no avail. Jared's vision cleared to the black and grey vision, as he clamped his jaws onto the guards gory flesh gulping down pieces at a time.

She reached out to touch his unhurt shoulder. As she made contact, Jared woke up and grabbed her hand with a ferocity that surprised himself. He squeezed her hand staring at her silently until she cried out, "You're hurting me!" Almost as if a spell was broken, he released her hand. He straightened the blankets the best he could without hurting himself more. "Are you okay?" the nord asked. Jared nodded, silently wishing she would leave. He knew from experience that relationships generally end badly. You get attached to someone, and then they are ripped from your arms kicking and screaming while you sit and watch helplessly. Jared was okay with talking, but he could tell she lost someone, and she wanted to connect with someone. Jared faced the other way, screaming inside as put pressure on his bad shoulder. Unbeknownst to Jared, the nordic woman buried her face into her hands and sobbed silently as she trudged away into another room in the chapel. When Jared heard her steps fade away, he tried to relax unsuccessfully.

Jared listened to the pvssyr of the people in the chapel. He mostly heard, "Why do you think they came and attacked?. At last he heard something of use to him; "Those newcomers really were a life saver," One guard mentioned. "Not really. Just look at how many people are dead" Another said wryly. "Well think of how many more would be dead now if it weren't for them." The other responded. "Yeah, I guess. That dunmer is definitely from that mage tower, Frostcrag Spire." he replied. "I don't know, I overheard him saying he wasn't." The guard replied.

Jared had heard legends of this Frostcrag; Enchanting machines, alchemical devices, a vault, and most important of all magically enhanced treasures. He could fetch a good price, especially if he found a deed for the legendary tower. Probably if he even mentioned that they were from Frostcrag they would double in value. Jared would have persuade the others to join him on a journey to the spire, so they can "Get some help using the vast magical arsenal there". Sounded pretty convincing to him. It could be a possible cover for his ulterior motive. Right now though, Jared was tired and was ready to sleep some more, no matter how uninviting his nightmares were.

Aven spoke to Liarah. "I see what you meant about Lycan. I wonder what he's up to. Sorry about ignoring you earlier, there were more pressing matters."

He then turned to Zyle. "What do you think our next course of action should be?"

Zyle looked towards Aven, "Right now, we help out as many we can...That is important right now." He said while running towards the chapel.

Aven followed Zyle, preparing to cast a healing spell but deciding to save his magicka. He decided to go with Zyle for now, as he seemed to be the only one who seemed to have a clearly defined goal in life. He may not be as capable or powerful as Lycan, but he was certainly a And as Aven learned, his own greatest weakness as a Telvanni was that he preferred to be a follower rather than a leader. It sometimes worried him that even if he had the power to overcome his enemies, he simply wouldn't have the ambition to rise through Telvanni.

Nonetheless, he followed Zyle into the chapel. "If I may offer some advice Zyle, those werewolves didn't seem too fazed by normal weapons, but silver seemed to cut through them like ebony. Perhaps you would be better prepared for future encounters if you bought a silver weapon."

"It seems so. Lupines seem to have an allergic reaction towards silver; in that case they can't heal from silver wounds. Seeing that the ones we did kill with normal didn't turn back to their human state, but the ones whit silver did." Zyle said while entering the chapel, he then notice many dead and injured guards and civilians. "Slow the bleeding and examine their wounds." an Imperial woman said while running around helping and giving commands.

Then Zyle looked towards Aven with a strange look and said "We need to capture one!" Zyle knew it was going to be tricky and would be extremely dangerous, but it was the only way to study their bodies for vital weaknesses.

OOC: hey slow down guys! i just got back today and where us the story so far?

OOC: City is saved, alpha werewolf runs off, Aven and Zyle are going to help the survivors.

Aven approached a badly injured guard who had some deep cuts across his body.

"I've never been much for healing, but I'll do what I can," Aven muttered, and cast a healing spell on the guard. It seemed to stop the bleeding, but the wounds were still there. As it looked like the guard would pull through, Aven moved on to another.

A priest that quickly notices Zyle quickly approached. "I must see you in my office right now!" he said. Zyle looked towards Aven before following and asked "Aven the priest wants to speak to us." Zyle said. Zyle began to walk to the priest office.

Few hours before town was saved Adam and his older brother rushing to see if the rest of the guards were alive or dead, most of them were dead and a few castle guards made it, then Adam escorted the count and countess to the underground dungeon beneath the castle that was built a few years ago, he told them to stay here and come out when the guards went to go get them.

Now (Present time, after the town was saved) Adam left his older brother and went looking around the town to find the bodies of his two older brothers and sister, but they were nowhere to be found, he rushes up to the tower and sees the rising sun, then he walks to the Chapel to see if there are any survivors.
He walks up to Zyle.
"Hello, glad to see you." said Adam then he walks over to the altar and starts a long prayer to mourn the family members that died.

OOC: Lycan is gone, you either talking to Zyle or Aven, but I'm thinking you are talking to Zyle.

IC: Zyle is greeted by a guard, but then left alone. He then began entering the quarters.

Aven silently followed Zyle, curious as to what they were wanted for. It wasn't that surprising, as they had helped save the city. He entered the priest's quarters after Zyle.

"So, what is it that you wish to speak to us about?"

As Adam prays he looks around the room and sees all the injured and the dead and prays for them too,
after his long prayer a priest walks up to him,
"Hello Guard, im glad to see you survived the attack!" said the priest, "Me too" said Adam and then he walks over to the nine other altars to leave a donation.

Jared layed staring at the ceiling in the stuffy room. The thick wooden door was open a crack, and heard mostly the moaning and groaning of the other wounded. Jared didn't like staying in one place too long. It made him think someone, or in this case, something, was going to find him. Whether it was guards who finally recognized him from some bounty he had on his head or a werewolf who was looking for an easy meal. Then again, if it was a werewolf it would have a lot of easy meals. Jared put those thoughts aside and made his way up wincing with every step. His back ached, shoulder stung, but he couldn't feel his thigh. Jared pushed open the door and exited the room into the main chapel chamber. Jared realized at that moment that he was in a chapel, a place for you to worship the gods. Jared was annoyed by this. Further realization hit him as he saw that there were guards everywhere. His two worst enemies, enforcers of the law and gods, were the ones who occupied this building. He then wished he that he could be anywhere other than here.

Jared's current thoughts were dropped when he saw the redguard from the battle and the dunmer as well. He knew now was his chance to persuade them into going to Frostcrag Spire. Jared approached the dunmer as he was entering a room, and called out, "I heard some guards talking about Frostcrag Spire, that mages tower north of here. I was thinking that it would probably have a lot of good supplies to fight off the werewolves. Maybe we should get a group and head up there for supplies?" Jared explained. Hoping that he wouldn't see his hidden agenda, Jared waited for the reply.

(back)

"....Lycan was your enemy and you still traveled with him...thats something ive never seen....hes partly the reason your parents were dead....i suppose since he spared you...you expect good of him but...never mind it but why did these things even attack.."said Lucius "also frostcrag has been abandoned for a decade or so so i suppose itd be a good idea to check it out" contiued Lucius..."also....where do we go from here..."asked Lucius

Aven replied, "Are you speaking to me? I would like to check out the tower for myself, but I heard it was locked up for years. However, like a Telvanni Tower, it may have a balcony, but even if I levitated up to it, there's no telling what I'd encounter in there." He turned back to Zyle and the priest.

"ive been there before, many mages have spent there lives in that tower...the craftsmenship is interesting unlike anything ive ever seen...of course mages werent the only inhabbitants of the tower, outlaws sometimes hide out there, ones who were targeted for assassination so naturally ive been there countless times...so i wouldnt be suprised if there where lots of supplies there....wait...your that breton from the battle...glad to see your all right...as for an introduction i am Lucius Zelgius and you are?"said Lucius who was also in the chapel with them.

"Thanks again for saving this city, but we have more of a problem....see, 10% of the injured has been bitten.... by this they will began to change. I don't want a Lupine outbreak in this city, but there seems to be a problem with you two. You both have been cursed, bitten by these beasts. There's no cure for this disease." the priest said while looking towards Zyle wound and then an Aven's.

Zyle was shocked what he heard and felt weak "So, you telling me, I'm going to be one of these things?" he asked. Zyle then looked towards Aven.

"whoa,whoa,whoa what do u mean theres no cure, these two guys, and myself risked there lifes for the city and youre tellin them theres no cure!!!youve got to be kidding me your a priest, a holy man.....a healer!!!! now heal them!!! dammit!!!"interupted Lucius who was furiuous about what the priest had told aven and zyle"now...i may not be able to contract diseases but the these guys deserve a cure...or some sort of potion that will rid the side effects such as becoming a werewol.....that creature she said somthin about all of you turning into werewolfs....is that some sort of sick coincidence...even after there dead they still get you.....interesting"said Lucius who was calming down.

"I'm Jared, a traveling merchant." Jared responded to Lucius, lying between his teeth. Jared walked behind the rest of them listening closely to what the priest said. There's no cure... The priest's words echoed in his head.

Had I been bitten? Maybe that was why my dreams had been so convoluted and horrible. Maybe I was destined to become a beast, a horrible creature of the night. I guess that's what I already am. The only difference between me and them is the line between a murderer and getting by. But they were getting by, they needed substance in their meals. They needed to eat. So do we. So is it any different to kill something lower on the food chain than yourself, than for a werewolf to kill a human? What is the line? What is wrong with me?

Jared was shaken from his mind when he heard Lucius yelling about risking their lives or something. Jared looked up and remembered that he hadn't gotten an answer to his question. He was going to ask the redguard about going to Frostcrag, since he seemed like the closest thing to a leader right now. He began to approach the redguard when he saw a look of surprise mixed with shock on his face. Jared became confused, wondering whether he had missed something. Jared decided against asking now and limped back to his original position.

His leg was becoming better. It had been healing well. The rest was helping the wound. The muscles were more relaxed than before. He could walk semi-disguising his leg, making it seem that he was fine. Contradicting his earlier desicion, Jared decided to mention the tower again. "Frostcrag Spire might have some special restorative potions or magically enhanced bandages that we could use to cure the people in the chapel. Maybe we should head up to the tower?" Jared said, hoping for an answer this time around.

Aven was shocked. "Wait, it's already reached that point? Even Cyodiil Vampirism is curable as long as you get cured before you sleep." Aven was in terror of the idea of being one of those inhuman monsters, he didn't want to be an outcast again.

"well...heres an idea...jared you and me...and anyone else willing to go, will head out to frostcrag to find anything that can help like potions or formulas to make potions...or..or something...and maybe we should discuss a few things about where we come from...because i feel like i know you"Lucius said to jared and anyone else listening

Aven nodded, still in shock. "If it is indeed incurable, I'm afraid I might have to seal myself in that tower. In the very least, I would like to spend what time I have remaining in a wizard's tower."

"your giving up hope,frend...come with us to frostcrag for a possible cure..its pretty much your only chance for a cure if theres no cure we could seek out an alchemist but atleast come with us to see for urself so jared,aven,zyle are you in?...its one of your only hopes..."Lucius said to the group

"So it's decide then? I think we should go as soon as possible. The sooner we're there, the sooner we can look for cure." Jared replied. Remebering the redguard, "What about you redguard? Are you going to join us?" Jared asked the redguard.