"whoa!!!"said Lucius running toward jareds unconcious body"dammit the swords pretty deep" said Lucius looking at the sword in jareds leg "Damn!"said Lucius looking at another werewolf running at him,quickly rolling around the other side of the wolf cutting its legs the stabbing it in the neck"by mephala! what drives these creatures on"said Lucius rejoining the battle.

(nvm about gamertag thing)

OOC: yeah I have one qmane is my gamer tag.

IC: Zyle notice the Breton risking his life and the imperial, he then quickly ran to their aid. "We have two more lupines and the battle is won," Zyle said while looking towards the remaining guards. The guards began to do a strategy of swords and arrows, the defenders didn't know anything about the weaknesses without getting close, so some used arrows and some used swords. They were equipped well with silver arrows.

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"the breton was trying to help and now hes near-dead, we'll hav to finish up with these wolves then take the wounded to a healer...watch out redgaurd, behind you!"said Lucius running toward the surviving werewolfs to help zyle...and quickly engaging one in combat Lucius was quick enough to stab it in the heart before it could attack him.he noticed one was still running towards the redgaurd.

Jared stirred and awoke from his deep sleep. He lay slumped against the wooden column, dried blood covering his tainted leather. Jared could see only a bit through his blurred vision. His head swayed and eyes blinked a few times. He couldn't hear anything except a distant whine, almost like howl. Jared had awaken for a moment, only to fall back into his unconscious state.

Jared woke up late at night. There were no clouds obstructing the sky. He looked up at the moon for a moment. Then he began shaking. His bone were snapping. They snapped into new positions, like that of a dog. He couldn't speak, or even make noise. His spine began to arch forward violently, and his hair transformed to thick, brislty black fur. His head was on fire with pain. Jared's vision blurred and than it changed to a grey tinted world. It was unlike anything he had ever seen before. Colorful vapors danced around in front of him, and moved as if they were an extension of his body. He was oblivious to the pain he was experiencing. Jared was encapsulated by the colorful wisps of air. They moved with his every breath, inhale, exhale. Suddenly he was back to his normal vision, and he felt his chest cracking and popping as it expanded and broadened. He fell on the ground in pain, still not able to make any noise. Jared lay in the snow convulsing through the night, unable to control himself.

"No . . . stop . . . no, I can't . . . I won't . . . it hurts . . . no . . ." Jared muttered in his sleep, while fitfully twisting and turning.

"NO DAMN IT! NO!" Jared suddenly screamed as he woke up and then just as quick as he woke, he fell back to his deep sleep.


OOC: If you didn't realize, when I use italics it means he's dreaming.

OOC: Dang, it looks like I missed out on a lot.

Aven had not gotten the chance to fight the alpha wolf, because it had run off. Either way, Aven had been in no position to fight with his magicka as depleted as it was, with nothing but his damaged sword to fight with. He breathed a sigh of relief seeing it run off, but it worried him further.

It must have sensed its invasion was a failure, if it creates more like it, this town will be doomed.

His magicka thus regained from his waiting, and seeing a remaining werewolf, he cast a fire spell at the ground where the werewolf was running over, causing it to be knocked off its feet into the air, landing nearby. It turned its attention to the Telvanni, and charged at him.

Aven cast a succession of fire, frost, and lightning spells at the werewolf, again lowering his magicka reserves. The werewolf seemed unfazed, although its body was showing signs of damage. By the time the two were within melee distance of each other, the werewolf was visibly slower than when it had first started. Aven did not swing his sword, he cast a high-power, low-duration health-draining spell. It had the predicted effect, killing the weakened creature.

Aven then asked Zyle. "Have you seen any other werewolves in the city?"

"there arent any as far as i can tell but we do need a healer for the wounded...mainly that breton over there"said Lucius pointing at jared lying by a house"some other gaurds may need it but other than that i think were good"contiued Lucius"and as for the redgaurd i dont know what hes doing"said Lucius

"We have one more, but the guards are shooting it with silver arrows", Zyle said while looking towards the group. The werewolf fell to its knees as the arrows hit its flesh; it then let out its last dying howl before changing back to its human state. There laid an imperial woman bleeding, but still alive. Zyle then began to move close to her, "Why are you attacking Bruma?" he asked, but he didn't get an answer. The woman began to look at Zyle wounds and towards the rest of the group, "Yo.u..You will, Turn...al...All, of you that has been bitten." She said while finally dying.

"well....never mind its none of my buisness...where is your travling group heading anyway,redgaurd"said Lucius"and why exactly were you in bruma"continued Lucius...."i usually stay out of other peoples affairs but this interests me...it also interests me that these werewolfs seem to know you"said Lucius looking at the healers comming from the castle.

Aven replied, "I'm no expert on lycanthropy, but the disease seems to be spread through contact. Is the chapel altar still functioning?" Aven was only an apprentice in Restoration, unable to cast disease-curing spells.

"hmm....well enough of my questions now..for an introduction..i am Lucius Zelgius...Assassin,Specialist,immortal,and Ale drinker and you people are?"Lucius asked

"No, they don't know any of us but I think it was because of Lycan they attacked us." He said angered. He then began to look towards Aven, "We a problem my friend." he also said. The guards then began to search for survivors

"Who is lycan and who are you for that matter?"said Lucius

Aven replied, "I am Aven Dreth, Spellsword and Lawman of the Great House Telvanni. Lycan was a vampire whom we travelled with, before he left just as the werewolves invaded. Out of curiosity, Lucius, what exactly did you mean by 'immortal'?"

"well...ill give you the short story...do to my expertise in assassination i was granted semi-immortality by the daedra lord mephala...by semi i mean that only one thing can kill me and that is bloodshed i cant die of disease or age...infact i dont age at all nor do i contract diseases and...if you are telvanni may i ask what exactly your doing in cyrodiil?"said Lucius."...also where exactly did that brave breton go the one who needed healing i didnt see where he went or was taken to"said Lucius while drinking a bottle of ale.

OOC: Feel free to move Jared to some medical place in case anyone was unsure whether they could or not. I hope that didn't come out as trying to steal the spotlight either, but just wanted to make that clear.

"As you probably know, my house has no qualms about killing off competition. Unfortunately, in my case, a rival belonging to a wealthy family attempted to kill me off, failing miserably. And his death prompted his family to place a Morag Tong writ on my head. I decided to go where the Morag Tong would not likely bother to follow, to build my abilities until I can return," Aven replied. Normally, it felt sad to explain his self-exile, but this time, he felt much more confident, having slain no less than five werewolves in battle.

"if you mean the one with the sword in his leg then we took him to the castle"said a gaurd"good when he wakes up i need a word with him"said Lucius..."those writs are hard to get rid of and as im sure you know sometimes the assassins have tendency to track there prey where ever they go...but you seem to be strong enough to handle yourself...i too once had a writ on my head by someone i assassinateds family after 10 failed attempts i think they gave up..."expalined Lucius

It just dawned on Aven that he had just told an assassin in the service of Mephala of a writ on his head to be carried out by a group of Mephala-worshipping assassins. Of course, Lucius would still need a writ in order to carry it out, and those could only be acquired in Morrowind. But the Telvanni needed to be sure.

"Out of curiosity, Lucius, if you worship Mephala, are you with the Morag Tong? Pardon me for imposing, but I would like to know if I've been followed all the way here, and I don't plan on giving my life up anytime soon."

"i can understand if you dont trust me because of my involvement with mephala...i do not necesarrily worship her,she is more like the one i pay respects to after an assassination...as for me being in the morag tong...if i was in i would have killed you on sight..i do not belive in assassin guilds they dont make much sense to me...but to answer in short i am not a morag tong memeber but ill understand if you dont trust me"explained Lucius.

"Nice to meet you and I am Zyle Reed, survivor of the Immortal War and master swordman/pyromaster." Zyle replied as the Imperial had his attention on Aven. Zyle then looked towards the unconscious Breton as the guards were carrying him to the chapel which was destroyed.

"nice to meet you too may i ask where your heading from here.....because id like to accompany you and your friends..it sounds a bit suspitious i know but i dont have much goin on and id like to do some traveling....wait did you say the immortal war...you fought in it and survived well...i do not doubt your skills in combat you must have seen alot in that war..id imagine"said Lucius


(after nov 11 (my time)i mght not be on for a couple of days so just act like im still here but like dont ask my char anything ill be back because this rpq world thing is pretty awesome)

Zyle looked towards the Imperial and sat on a nearby bench, resting. "Well I don't know, we were here to find Liarah...Christo and Lycans friend, but their nowhere to be found." Zyle said while rubbing his shoulder as it began to itch. "So, you're an immortal assassin, right?" Zyle asked.

"yeah...it aint all its cracked up to be either...why are you looking for these....and...id like to know alittle more about this Lycan character...just curious"said Lucius walking to another bench and sitting down

OOC: What is the time of day?

Aven removed his helmet. This was probably the only time he'll get a chance to breathe easy for a while, so long as everyone who came into contact with a werewolf (and lived) was cured.

"I'm afraid I don't know too much about Lycan. From what I do know, he's a vampire, and a very powerful one. He apparently was in that 'Immortal's War' that I've heard about. I think that Zyle would know more."

Aven turned away, thinking. He didn't like the idea of that giant lycanthrope out there, but what could he do?. He had to hone his skills, learn some new spells, and possibly acquire better gear. A guard approached him.

"Thanks for helping us with those monsters, Dunmer. Give my regards to the Redguard as well. Did you come from Frostcrag Spire? You look the type to spend all of his time locked in that strange tower."

Aven replied, "No, I don't know about any Frostcrag Spire. What is it?"

"It's hard to say, it's a wizard tower, a pretty advanced one. I think that sometimes you can even see it from Bruma. But that old thing's been locked up for years now. But I've spoken too much, I need to get back to helping the injured," the guard responded.

OOC: Its dawn around 6:00 am

IC: Zyle looked towards the Imperial, "Lycan was and still is a monster. He was the king/general of The Vampire Army and raided Anvil, turning the locals into the undead. But then he stopped and spared us, but sadly my parents never made it out." Zyle said while looking down at the roads as it was cover with blood.