The full moon was high in the night sky, the clouds covered it, casting only wispy beams of light into the foggy wilderness. Goliath now stood on his rocky post, Broken-Scale at the ready, his bow notched with an arrow. Goliath's sharp eyes scanned the woods, each beam of moonlight cast a glimpse of the beast they were hunting. Or rather, the beasts that hunted them. Some of the others had begun to wake up, "Make ready, soon now we will have to defend ourselves." Goliath said. "Veronika, come closer to the camp, we can't afford to lose anybody." It was just then, that a shape appeared out of the mist, it was no werewolf. The http://images.elfwood.com/art/c/a/cathto/SciFi.Fantasy.Feral_Vampire.feral_vampire.jpg.rZd.114328.jpg had glowing red eyes, its skin was pale and it looked sickly with its thinness. It spoke, its voice raspy and in a whispered tone, "Blood... meat... you have no power against our Lord and Master. You are but dust beneath his nails. You are our hunters... If it isn't the great Samael ((Sam-eye-elle))?" The vampire looked directly at Goliath, his face contorted with rage, "What did you call me, you blood-svcking fiend?" The vampire answered, "Samael, that is your name, among my kin at least."

The creature breath heavily, it then screamed and prepared to jump at Goliath, but as soon as its feet left the ground it was flung back with a javelin to the chest. Goliath now knew, there was no way out, they had to survive the night. Immediately as the vampire gave its final breath, howls and screams were heard among the forests. As the clouds passed over the full moon, its bright light shone down upon the forest. The mist showed a terrifying sight, shapes rapidly moved around; pouncing jumping and leaping. "Make ready!" Goliath roared as he jumped to the ground, his mighty silver great-sword gripped in both gauntlet clad hands.

"Come for me vermin, you beats of Hircine! I will show you who the true God of the Hunt is!" Goliath roared once again. All at once, the shapes began sprinting towards the camp, "To arms! To Arms!" Goliath yelled. He swung his sword in an artistic manner and made himself ready. The fight was on. The last of the fires went out, the same as the other, not a single smolder from the embers. Goliath was ready, but he had to wonder, were the others?

OOC: I'm assuming there is more than one of these vampires. Also, can we kill off our own characters? Not that I want to, just a thought.

Goliath called Veronika over to the campsite. And it was just then that a figure began to take form from the mist and trees. We saw who the red eyes belonged to. It was a wretched vampire. Foul, damned things. Was this why I had the dream? The vampire had, fiery, red eyes and sickly, pale skin. I wanted to leap at the vampire right now, and pull its limbs off, but the vampire looked directly at Goliath, smiled evilishly and said in a soft, dark tone. "Blood... meat... you have no power against our Lord and Master. You are but dust beneath his nails. You are our hunters... If it isn't the great Samael?" Rage boiled in Goliath. "What did you call me, you blood-svcking fiend?"
The vampire answered, "Samael, that is your name, among my kin at least." Then, the vampire screamed and leapt out at Goliath but was flung back by a javelin then the dead body hit the ground with a thud, blood pooling around it. Shadows darted and zig-zagged among the trees, hidden among the mist. "Make ready!" Goliath ordered. I readied my bow, taking aim. Foul scum, come and get me.
"Come for me vermin, you beats of Hircine! I will show you who the true God of the Hunt is!" Goliath roared like a lion. Then the shapes stopped darting, and started closing in on us.
"To arms! To Arms!" Goliath yelled. We would have done it even if he didn't say anything. The fires were out now, and darkness shrouded over us, waiting for our deaths.

I aimed my sights onto a far figure, slowly looming in hiding in the fog and fired as I heared the twang of my bow. The figure feel down. Got it. I smiled a satisfiyed smile. The vampie deserved it. But I was taken by suprise as a vampire leapt out at me and took me down. I held its neck at arms lenght to keep it from biting me and tearing me to pieces. I could smell it putrid breath, hot and bloody. "Get this thing off me!" I yelled desperatly.

OOC: Was the last paragraph allowed? Or do we wait? If not, could you please edit out the last paragraph?

OOC: We can attack, right? I'd guess so, otherwise it might be tedious.

Goliath now stood on his rock,. I glanced around the rest of the camp, seeing some wake up from their sleep, but others remain in slumber. Goliath said "Make ready, soon now we will have to defend ourselves." He then called to Veronika "Veronika, come closer to the camp, we can't afford to lose anybody."

As he said that, a vampire with glowing red eyes, pale skin and sickly thinness appeared at the edge of camp. Seeing Goliath, it spoke, its voice raspy and in a whispered tone, "Blood... meat... you have no power against our Lord and Master. You are but dust beneath his nails. You are our hunters..." The vampire looked directly at Goliath, "If it isn't the great Samael?"

Goliath's face contorted with rage, "What did you call me, you blood-svcking fiend?"

The vampire answered, "Samael, that is your name, among my kin at least."

The creature breath heavily, it then screamed and prepared to jump at Goliath, but as soon as its feet left the ground it was flung back with a javelin to the chest. As it died, I heard howls and growls, and the moonlight gave me visibility of our prey.

"Make ready!" Goliath roared, jumping to the ground, his great-sword gripped in both hands.

"Come for me vermin, you beats of Hircine! I will show you who the true God of the Hunt is!" Goliath yelled once again. I could see the shapes begin moving towards camp. "To arms! To Arms!" Goliath called, as I noticed the last of the fires go out.

I had an advantage. I was farther back than everyone else, so I could line up my shots. I was carefully aiming at what I assume was a werewolf when I noticed Gabriel being tackled by a vampire. He was trying to get it off, but the monster was too strong. He called out, "Get this thing off me!" I quickly turned around and fired two arrows into the vampire's neck. It reared back, and looked at me, but then fell over, dead. I hoped Gabriel got up quickly, but I had no time to check on him.

Just then the werewolf charged into the camp. It noticed me, and began charging. I fired an arrow into its chest, then another, and then one between its eyes. It's momentum kept it going for a second, but it tripped and skid to a stop, twitching violently.

Aitor heard loud screams and so he woken up, slowly opening his eyes. He was laying down, with his sight blurry but after a while he finally got his vision back and so he saw a big creature above him yet behind him, so it looked like his head was upside down. He briefly sighed and thought Here we go... then, knowing that his hand is on the mace, he pulled it out, without stopping he had hit the side of the creatures head and it fell to its right. Aitor quickly stood up and the creature was what seemed like dead. He tightened the hand he was holding his mace in and said quietly: "Heh, that was easier than I thought". He turned around and another one of those things was running towards him; still a long way away though. When he got his body ready to run towards the thing, the other creature whom he thought was dead, grabbed his arms and so he couldn't move. Aitor was struggling with the creature as he saw the other running up to him. He finally kicked the thing in the patella and the creatures left leg snapped in half, bending the other way. When the creature had let go of off him, he began sprinting towards the creature that was running to him; now being quite close. When they got even closer to each other, Aitor jumped up in the air, holding his silver mace in both of his hands, swinging it violently which crushed the skull of the creature. The thing made a loud scream and turned his eyes back at Aitor. He looked at it for a second and he swing'd his mace at its chest, but the creature stopped the swing with its hand and immediately tried to grab him by his neck with the other. It failed, because Aitor spun around hitting its left hand and crushing some of the fingers. The creature took a few steps back, charged at him again, pushing the Dunmer back so he was now laying on the floor.

Aitor saw the thing slowly come up to him and when it got close enough, he tripped it up using his legs, rolled back up to his feat and watched the creature fall to the floor. But without hesitation, he grabbed his mace with both of his hands and crushed his back with it. The creature coughed, closed its eyes and turned to ash Okay, I better remember that they turn to ash when they die . Aitor looked around him and saw others fighting as well. He thought to himself: Can't even let me rest, those vile beasts.

(((OOC: Remember, Vampires turn to ash or dust when they die, yes, it happens in the ES universe, gameplay and books says it)


Goliath called Veronika back to the camp, still in her thoughts, she was suddenly surprised by the repulsive scent. Vampire, Veronika said in her mind. Looking around to see a vampire, pale, red eyes, gaunt face. It charged at Goliath, but the brute Nord was quicker, he killed the creature almost instantly. "To arms, to arms!" Goliath announced loudly. Veronika looked about, vampires, alot of them, running amok the camp. Veronika looked up into the night sky, seeing the full moon behind the clouds. I shouldn't of drank that potion, I guess I will have to do combat the way I am.

Veronika saw as Gabriel was tackled by a vampire, she prepared herself to fight, but saw that the Argonian fellow had taken care of him. Soon after, a Werewolf came running through the campsite, but the lizard-man shot three arrows at it, killing it instantly. Veronika underestimated their ability, no wonder the king chose them. Chaos was starting to rise now, worse than ever. Veronika turned around, taking her gaze off the fighting comrades, she saw a vampire coming towards her.

"Tainted by the Beast. You will have no mercy from me, hound!" The Vampire screeched, nails enlongating down, his red eyes piercing Veronika's golden lupine eyes.

"Oh I have waiting for this for a long time, tick" Veronika said, tilting her head side to side, cracking it loudly. Her fingers wrapped themselves around her silver mace. The pointed spikes ready to draw blood. Just as she charged at the vampire, another one came down from behind, tackling Veronika down to the floor. The vampire began scratching Veronika's face, biting at her neck. Thankfully, she was immune to any diseases and Porphyric Hemophillia as well. Angrily, Veronika headbutted the vampire, biting it's neck like it did to her. The other vampire came to his aid, this one was female. Veronika was able to swing her club at the vampire's face repeatedly, but it did not die until Veronika smacked it a fourth time, harder than before. The beast turning to ash, black dust covered the snow, Veronika spat on it and stomped over just as the other vampire came rushing to her. Even if she was not in her wolfen form, she was still formidable at least. But still lacked some strength. Veronika tackled down the vampire, with crazy punches and animalistic violence, they fought. Punches and kicks were exchanged, but Veronika had the upper hand, as this vampire did not hold any weapons, but she did.

"Silver, bane of my existence. As of now, yours as well" Veronika whispered, raising her Mace, she brought it down upon the vampire, who rolled to the side, avoiding the hit. Snow and dirt raised up in the air as the powerful hit missed it's intended target. All thoughts of being subtle escaped her mind, she displayed her natual ferocity and strength. Veronika hated vampires, despised them, why did Hircine employ these creatures when he could use just Werewolves? That was the only thing Veronika held against Hircine if he was indeed involved in this. The vampire came at Veronika again, this time attacking her from behind with supernatural speed. Veronika, a bit fatigued, but still able to hold her own, pulled the vampire over her back, down to her front. With a quick move, she tried to crack the vampire's neck, but it bit her hand, fangs embedding in her flesh. She let out a scream of pain as it savagely tore at her. Using her other hand, she held the Vampire's upper jaw, with her other, she began pulling, snapping its jaw. The creature crumbled to dust beneath her hands, Veronika panting heavily. Looking around, Veronika saw yet a third vampire, a smrik came about her face, she pointed her bloody index finger at it, making a "your next" signal. As Veronika growled like a dog, she charged at it, ready to kill it. However, as she gained speed, a Werewolf emerged from the bushes behind her, galloping towards Veronika as she accelerated towards the vampire. She couldn't take down two creatures at once, namely, a vampire and a Werewolf. But she could't stop running, the Werewolf was too quick, she had to do something. The Werewolf leaped in the air behind Veronika, the vampire charged in front of her, she was soon going to be sandwitched to death.

'Goed Rust'

The attack was a pretty sudden and violent way of waking Gille, who was already half asleep by the time everyone got all yell-ish and angry. The protective fires went out quite suddenly - enough so to tell it wasn't natural - and then all hell broke lose over their little camp, making it obvious that this wasn't going to be an easy journey for them. Hircine, or whoever was behind this whole mess, wasn't going to make it easy for them, but then the Spellsword always fancied himself a person who enjoyed challenges.

Still, a werewolf and vampire attack in the middle of the night? Seems pretty extreme if you ask me. The Breton frowned, throwing his robe back so it didn't interfere with hand movements. He wasn't too hasty about throwing himself into the fray; when you're a mage, it's never smart to just rush in like all his comrades seemed to preffer doing. Instead of wondering whether he's the only one who wasn't so eager to get into the thick of it as he usually would've, however, Gille instead focused on something far more important to his survival, steadying his breath. Spellcasting wasn't as easy as some made it out to be; quality spellcasting even more so. It was faster and easier when he fought with a sword, but he was more dangerous like this when not pressed. When he had time to steady his mind and get in tune with the world around him, Gille could perform quite well.

Taking a deep breath of the cold night air, the Spellsword smiled. Though the sky was quite cloudy, he could feel the stars, rips in Oblivion through which magick flowed. Magick was always easier at night for him when the stars shone and even the bitter weather of Skyrim didn't seem so bad as he felt the familiar tingle in his fingertips. Taking deep breaths with his whole lungs, Gille advanced forward with a rather slow (considering the circuimstances), but steady step. Everything seemed to slow down as he cast an inspectory glance around the dark battlefield, trying to see where he would be most needed. The answer was almost immediately obvious - their resident loudmouth Imperial seemed in quite deep trouble, soon to be sandwitched between a werewolf and a vampire.

Taking a deep breath, Gille clutched his previously open palms into fists tightly before punching forward, opening his palm in a swift movement. Fire lit up the dark night as the Spellsword finally plunged into action, choosing to go for the werewolf, easier to catch off-guard as the creature leaped towards its intended prey. What it wasn't anticipating, however, was that it would be suddenly knocked off to the side by quick, violent bursts of flame. Gille didn't like prolonged spells, instead choosing to go for stronger but much shorter duration effects than some mages; he didn't have a high 'magickal endurance', as it was called in the Mages' Guild, and he had received a fair bit of criticism for it back in the day. However, now he was quite happy he'd chosen not to work on that flaw and instead focus on improving in a different direction altogether.

"The vampire's all yours! Have fun!" He spared a moment to yell this to Veronika as he passed by her, having significantly increased his pace to suit his style of spellcasting. He didn't stop to let the werewolf recuperate, instead finishing it off with a couple of blasts while it was still on the ground. Afterwards he swiftly asumed a more stable pose, shifting his centre of weight lower. A vampire was comming at him from the side. Normally Gille would've expected the creature to engage him with magick, since many of the vampires he had seen had at least some skill in it (then again, most of the vampires he'd seen were from High Rock); these vampires, however, seemed different from the ones he'd seen. They appeared just as feral in their attacks as the werewolves, losing any shred of humanity they had in this relentless struggle.

As the vampire leapt at him, Gille thrust upwards, releasing fire with both hands instead of the usual one-handed balls of flame. The vampire, struck in the stomach and chest, was blown back, giving the Breton time to mount a speedy offensive, striking down and finishing the creature off with several blows. Confident that it wouldn't rise to attack him again, having (literally) been turned into ash, he looked up, a lively gleam visible in his eyes.

I had gotten ready just in time. Most of my comrades were still asleep when the Vampires attacked, and in the fighting had quickly started fighting off the hordes of opponents. All of a sudden, i was flung forwards onto the ground. A vampire had jumped on me and was trying to pierce my gorget with it's teeth. well, im lucky I picked that up I thought.
I rolled over, crushing the vampire against a rock. I had no experience fighting these types of monsters, only werewolves, but I figured that it would die without a head. I think I was right, as I decapitated it with two strikes and it quickly turned into ash.
Before I could collect this valuable powder, I heard something behind me, I spun around and lunged at the airborne shape. The vampire slid down my blade, dieing, but since it was still on my blade I shouted at the nearest vampire to keep it away while I twisted my blade. Finally, the vampire poofed into powder and I regained my blade.
The vampire I had driven off returned with a friend and overwhelmed me, driving me to the ground facing up. I straightened my arms and legs as by moving, the joints of my armor would reveal skin that might make me susceptible for Vampirism. So I used my Thu'um to keep them from doing any serious damage as they scratched at my armor. after tonight i'm going to need to spend quite a while to repair all of this I thought.

Balarithgaer had awoken at the yelling, all the fires had gone out, but there was enoguh light to see what was going on. They had been attacked, piercing red eyes everywhere. As he got himslef sorted, picking up his bow, putting on his hood and vest, and sneaking to a concealed place between a boulder and a tree, much had happened. Goliath had been attacked, Gabriel had been overwhelemed, but saved by the Imperial, who was then saved by Gille and Aitor was handling himself well - as was Broken-Scale.
But Hjolifur wasn't, he was being attacked by some of the Vampires, and yelled something, that looked like it didn't work. Balarithgaer knocked a silver arrow into his bow, thanking the gods that he'd enchanted it with fire damage, and let fly.
The flaming arrow hit one of the Vampires in the neck, killing it instantly, and more dust littered the ground. Unforetunately, this drew attention to Balarithgaer, and a Blood-svcker came towards him, Balarithgaer clumsily shot another arrow, which hit the Vampire in the hand, slowing it down a little, but it was still running at impossible speeds, and Balarithgaer was up against the boulder wall. Was this the end? No. He wouldn't let it be, as he focused on the Vampires chest and let fly again, hitting the diaphragm. The Vampire dusappeared in a plume of dust, leaving the two arrows for the taking, Balarithgaer picked them up, just in time to be tackled by another Vampire. There was no getting outof this, he fumbled for an arrow and attempted to stab it into the Vampire, but it dodged it in time. As the Vampire bit his neck, Balarithgaer felt limp and powerless.

Balarithgaer took care of one of the beasts , and I quickly grabbed my blade and slew the other one with a slice into its spine. the creature turned to dust so quickly that I hardly felt resistance. I turned to Balarithgaer, since he had saved my life, and noticed that there was a vampire on top of him. I returned the favor and knocked the vampire over with a sudden shout, and lept at the vampire with my sword. Although, I fell a little short (my new armor was heavy) I managed to slay this beat as well. I shook the Bosmer until he was awake, and said, "your going to need a cure disease potion, or some mandrake root. I don't want one of those things running around with us."

5 arrows and two vampires later, I found myself temporarily away from the combat. I glanced around, seeing my compainions. Veronika got beat up, but was victorious in her battles. She was saved by Gille, who was doing well with his magic. Glad we have someone who knows a bit of magic, I thought with respect. Aitor was doing admirably, as well.

However, Hjolifur and Balarithgaer were doing rough. Hjolifur's armor was messed up, and his shouts weren't doing much, and Balarithgaer had been bitten already.

I was shook out of my thoughts by a blood-curdling screech from behind me. I turned around just as a vampire reached me. It tackled me, making me drop my bow, and began crawling on top of me, trying to weigh me down. It managed to get a slash at my face before I could throw it off of me. I winced in pain, muttering, "Dammit!" The vampire landed on its feet just as I rolled to mine. It leapt at me again, but this time I was ready, and I caught the vampire mid-jump. I dug my claws into the sides of its head, ash pouring out of the furrows instead of blood. It was shrieking horribly, and managed to attract the attention of another vampire.

I saw the other vampire out of the corner of my eye, and, gripping tighter on my captive, I steeled myself for what I was about to do. I waited until the last possible second, then whipped the first vampire around to meet the slash of the second. The first screeched, and turned to ash. The second looked confused for a moment, but I sent it to join its brethren, using one of my knives to stap its chest, then pulling my knife upward and out its throat, as it turned to ash which flew away in the cold wind.

I drew my spear, realizing that I didn't have time to retrieve my bow. I guess now the real fun begins . . .

I stuggled to get the vampire off, but then two arrows hit the side of it throat. Saved. I turned to see who fired the arrows and saw Broken-Scale with hs bow and arrow. "Many thanks. I owe you one." I called out to him. The dead body was starting to crumble to ash as I pushed the vampire off quickly. I picked up my fallen bow and arrow and aimed at the figures running around. I fired my arrow and it hit a vampire that made a blood-curling shriek.

Everybody was having their own problems. The Imperial almost got sanwiched by a werewolf and vampire, Balarithgaer was bitten and Hjolifur was doing rough. Gille was doing his magick and Aitor was handling himself well. Broken-Scale was fighting well until a few vampires laid their attention on him. I was about to aid him, but another vampire was running at me at top speed. I put my bow into a defensive stance, but the powerful vampire broke it. Damn. I grabbed its neck a perfomed a fire-touch spell and the vampire crumbled to ash.

Being a Breton, we all have a magick in us, but my skills didn't match those of Gillie. But then again, I was an apprentice in magick and still am. Mabye I should ask Gillie for more advice later on. I turned to see Broken-Scale, holding his spear now and fired two Flare attacks to one of them, but only weakened it, to my suprise. I had fought vampires all my life and practised ever since fourteen to fight one, but these vampies were different. They were more ferosious. More powerful. Stronger. Could we be facing up to a new breed of vampires? The vampire whipped around to face me, snarling with strings of saliva down its mouth. I sprinted towards my rucksack and took out my fine steel sword, with the vampire running after me. I swung around and slashed it across the face, then kicked it in the abdomen, causing it to knock back and get more angry. I quickly plunged my sword into its heart, killing it.
I remembered what Gille told me about lighting fires the Breton way and saw that one of the extinguished fires was near me, I snapped my fingers, hoping it would set them alight. It didn't work so I did it a second time, then a third time with failure. I was too stressed right now so I finally decided to fight them with my sword and apprentice magick. I sent a weak fire-ball spell to another one of the vampires looming in on us, which angered it. It started sprinting towards me as I sent out a few more spells. I was getting fatigued from using to many spells and wondered if I could do any more before the vampire got me.

OOC: Whatever happened to Rolf?

It was embarrassing that I had trouble with the vampires, but a were-bear came out of the woods I was ready. I lived for more than a decade as a were-hunter in Skyrim, and so were-bears were a weekly deal. It got on all fours, as expected, and started charging at me. Since I knew these beasts inside out, I shouted (with Thu'um) at it's front paw midstride, and it toppled forward over itself. I quickly sheathed my blade in the neck of the weremonster. Before I knew it, a werewolf was barreling trough the air at me, and I swung my sword at it, kind of like a baseball bat. This unorthidox meathod worked – sort of. the blade was a little bent afterwords. well, im going to have to repair this all later anyways. At least the wolf is dead. I spun around to see another vampire, and used a Thu'um on it. I managed to break its neck, which actually surprised me.

OOC: i forget, to TES werecreatures change back when they die?

OOC: Guys, a new guy will be joining the RP. He is a VERY good RP'er and I'm sure he'll make a fine addition. I'll post his sheet along with the others as soon as I'm finished with this post. Also, these werewolves do not revert back to human form, it will be explained later.

IC:

Battle broke out in the camp, vampires crawled upon the rocks like some demonic entities. Broken-Scales' archery was something to behold as he dropped a werewolf and vampire in almost the blink of an eye. The Dunmer, Aitor, had also killed two of the creatures. Despite Veronika lacking her bestial form, she was formidable as she brought her own wrath against the attackers. Goliath had stood idly long enough, he raised his sword high in the air and roared, but it was no roar of a man. It sounded as if a beast had made a kill. He leaped from the rock with almost supernatural agility, rolling as he landed and impaling a vampire in the chest, giving a savage twist and crunch as the creature fell to smoldering pieces. Goliath's blood, both man and beast, were now bonding. His muscles and veins pulsed, adrenaline running through his body.

"To me sons of Hircine!" He called to a small group of werewolves closing in on the camp. Goliath then brought his Wolf-Skull helmet, his eyes shining bright yellow. He looked as intimidating as any Nord could. The beasts charged, and Goliath came at them. One leaped through the air only to be cut clean in half by Goliath's great blade, using this momentum he brought down another with a cleave across the chest. One of the wolves sprang on Goliath and was scratching and tearing at his briastplate, "Beast!" Roared Goliath as he snapped the werewolf's neck and rolled off to his sword. Now only 2 remained among the group.

"Come at me, face your master! "Hunters!" Goliath scoffed, the wolves howled and both barreled headlong into Goliath. He head-butted one of them, dazing it as he ducked, weaved, and swung at the other more nimble wolf. Goliath suddenly jumped only 2 feet off the ground and gave a sharp kick to the beasts chest, it whined in pain. Turning around, he decapitated the other as it came out of its daze. Goliath turned his attention to the one whose chest was all but smashed from his ironclad kick. He walked up to it and took it by the throat, with one arm he squeezed until it stopped moving. His swordsmanship was pure art, the flow and the ease was poetry to the smiths who cast it for him.

Dropping the beast, Goliath cut its head off to be sure. Then, a large vampire sprang on him, knocking his sword a couple meters away. Goliath struggled and rolled with the large creature, throwing punches and head-butting it. But the creature was strong, it had Goliath by the throat and was throttling him. Goliath knew what he had to do.

The straps that help him armor together unbuckled as his torso grew, his wolf-skull helmet remained on, fitting perfectly to his elongated snout. "I am Samael." Goliath said, his voice now taken over by the beast within, in a quick and brutal manner, he wrapped his jaws around the vampires throat and ripped and tore until it was gasping for air and spitting blood. Goliath returned to normal, quickly putting on his armor and dispatching the vampire. A charging werewolf met the end of a javelin to its head as he charged Goliath. The large Nord was soaked in blood, some of it was his own. Making a whirlwind sweep, Goliath severed a werewolf in half, then rammed his sword into anothers' head. Goliath noticed some backing off into the woods. Everyone, back-to -back! At the camp!" Goliath ran back to the camp, impaling a vampire as he did.

"Come! While we have the chance!" The vampires were fewer, as were the werewolves, many of which stilled remained in the forest... just watching. Just waiting.

'Goed Rust'

The battle was not going well for them, as Gille quickly realised when he could spare a moment to look around. Quite a few of them were in some sort of trouble and eventually his magick resources would run out. There was always the blade for that, of course, but if this kept up, they would be overwhelmed soon - more and more beasts were comming, and the endurance of the party wasn't limitless: they'd all get too tired to fight eventually, pretty soon with the pace this fight had actually. Obviously they needed some way to ward off the assault until sunrise, but as he couldn't come up with anything immediately, the Breton instead chose to focus on more pressing matters - for example, the fact that Gabriel seemed to be in quite a tight spot.

As with all of them tonight, the vampire advancing on the younger Breton seemed to lose any sense of his surroundings, becomming completely fixed on the intended prey. This only worked to Gille's advantage, since the feral creature, angered by Gabriel's frankly fairly weak magick (at least that's what the Spellsword judged it to be; he wasn't too impressed with his compatriot's use of it, to be honest, something he would need to inform him of later), didn't anticipate a flanking assault from the other spellcaster. If it was capable of thought, it would've given the vampire something to think about as Gille blasted it in the side, rushing in as fast as he could to finish it off with an arcing flame produced with both hands.

"You well?" Assuming his usual low stance again as he looked around to inspect his surroundings for any immediate threats, Gille called out to Gabriel over his shoulder. "Damn and blast it all, we need a way to loosen up those things' hold on us! Else we're their dinner!" That was all too true and he hoped everyone else realized that; they should've if they were actually half as experienced as they looked. If they don't, well we're all dead then. A desperate thought crossed the Spellsword's mind. He, however, had zero ideas on how to end this madness. Maybe Gabriel had some, in which case perhaps between the two of them they could put something into action.

"Any thoughts? 'Cause I don't think we'll last 'till sunrise if this keeps up!"

Just as he yelled those words, however, surprisingly enough the fighting subsided for a bit. Goliath had, as far as Gille could see, turned into a werewolf, which was definitely something he'd need to check on, especially as he immediately reverted back into human form. Strangely enough, however, it didn't seem to matter that much, what with the possibility of them all dying soon. At the least the adrenaline flowing through the Spellsword prevented him from thinking too much on it as the fairly enormous Nord yelled for them to retreat back into the camp. It sounded like a plan, which was why Gille immediately complied, casting a glance over his shoulder to see if Gabriel was moving as well.

"I've got your back if you've got mine, move!"

Aitor starred at the fighting and listened to the battle-screams. He turned his eyes upon Hjolifur whom was being attacked by two of the beasts but before he could react, a Werewolf jumped in front of him. Aitor jumped back and turned his head and body the other way and he found another two Werewolfs behind him. They all surronded him and picked him up by his limbs. It was all happening quickly but he knew where they were taking him; outside of the grove. When on top of the rocks that surronded the entire grove, one of the Werewolfs, who seemed to be the leader of the three, ripped his iron briastplate armour in two. Aitors chest was now exposed, and the leader picked him up using two of his hands and threw him outside of the camp. Aitor fell down to the icy ground, bleeding out of his nose. It was really hard to breathe. He thought to himself while laying on the cold floor Its... Its over... He slowly stood up, breathing loudly. When on his feet, he moved his head up facing the great forest. And he saw it. Around 10 Were-creatures and these Vampire beasts were standing before him, all staring at him. He turned back and the three Werewolfs were standing firmly behind him too.

He had no choice but to use that powerful spell that his master of summoning once told him the secrets of. The dangers were that not only would he lose all fatigue and become unconscious, but it might even lead to his death. There is no other option. If I don't do it, I will die. If I do, I MIGHT die. He looked up into the dark sky full of bright stars, closed his eyes and whispered some words to himself. Darkness feel upon the area he was in. Aitor fell to his knees; his red eyes flaming fire, coughing up blood. He was supporting his body with his left hand, but soon he didn't even have the strength to do that, so he collapsed onto the ground, his head smashing against the snow. When darkness around The Dunmer disappeared, 20 Dremoras were circling him, ready to battle against the creatures... With Aitor himself unconscious and half dead. The Were-creatures and Vampires looked confused and troubled, but soon they charged and began attacking the Dremoras. The fight was short, but in the end the Dremoras won with around 4 of them left over. They quickly realized that more creatures were sprinting towards them. The leader of the Dremoras stepped out and said to the one with a claymore and a helmet: "You! Drag our master back to the camp site while we hold the creatures back. Hurry!". The Dremora with the claymore dropped its weapon and did what it was told. It grabbed Aitor around his waist and dragged him over the rocks, into the camp. It was peaceful inside the camp and all of the other adventurers were gathering in the middle of it. The Dremora run up to them, carrying his master and said: "Take care of him; mortals. He is weakened and unconscious". Soon after, the Daedra screamed and turned into a red cloud, dropping Aitor. The destroyed bottom part of his back that he always was hiding away was now visible to everyone. It was pure flesh and bone sticking out, but surprisingly it was not bleeding.

The mage fellow saved Veronika's life, telling her to have fun. Her only reply was a sinister giggle. Vampire and Werewolf collided together, making a hard impact in the process as both fell to the floor. Veronika, punching and screaming loudly like an enraged animal. As she held the vampire at bay, she glimpsed Goliath revealing his Bestial nature, killing the other vampire in the process. This gave Veronika strength, it bothered her enough that he went and transformed while she remained in her "pathetic" form. Veronika headbutted the vampire like she did the other, kneeing it to the stomach right after. As it grabbed it's waist in pain, Veronika raised the silver axe, and executed the feral vampire, beheading it, rendering it to ashes. She brought the axe to her lips and kissed it gently. Just then, a Lycanthrope emerged from the stone, hairs and ears falling back in an offensive act, signaling it was about to attack. All Veronika could do was run as fast as she could as the Werebear chased her down, this time the Breton fellow wasn't able to help her, as he was busy with his own apparent problems. The Beast gained speed as Veronika's feet swiftly ran through the snow, with two vampire accelerating towards her, she decided to dodge out of the way, with a single roll, she threw herself to the floor as the Werebear ran head first into the couple of vampire. The massive bear tackled them hard, it crushed them with it's weight and the large boulder with the sharp edge, killing one of them. Veronika had just enough time to grab a dimly lit torch nearby, carefully preparing herself as the large Beast ran at her. After seeing so many of her "allies" use fire, she chose to do the same. It probably worked against Lycanthropes, but not as well as it did to the blood-svckers. The bear raised himself to his two paws, standing over Veronika, raising his massive claws to swipe her face. It swung, Veronika rolled to the side, her shoulder being scratched by the bear, making a bloody gash over her shoulder. She fell to the ground, her knee holding her from falling much further. Werebear opened it's jaws to finish her off, she was unable to swing her axe, due to it being too heavy to act quickly, by the time she swung it, the werebear would of killed her already, so she used the torch, smashing it deep into its mouth. The werebear roared, making a loud below as fire burned it's tongue. Veronika used her foot to kick the torch's end deeper into his mouth. Just enough time for her to make a clean escape towards her allies, smoke rose from the beast as it tried to remove the burning torch from it's jaws. Veronika laughed as she ran, getting a kick out of the animal's reaction. An appropiate name was given for it.

"Ha! smokey the Werebear" Veronika joked as she ran for safety, the numbers of enemies were dwindling, but they were also stronger. She couldn't tell if tonight she would be able to sleep safely.

OOC: Jonasvault accepted me and said it was alright to make my first post. I've been looking forward to this for a while as this is my first Elder Scrolls RP.

IC:

Several Hours Ago

Nathaniel sat semi-comfortably atop a small hill many yards away from the hodgepodge of Werewolves and Vampires resting in the woods. In the few short years he had been a vampire he had seen many strange things that his kind did, but the odd symbiosis he had witnessed whilst trailing the large band had been the oddest. Nathaniel had never seen a werewolf before but from a mere glimpse he understood why the creatures were feared and hounded. The vampires were likewise strange as when Nathaniel made the trip he expected to encounter the Volkihar tribe of vampires. The creatures he watched were far to bestial giving into their baser instincts without self-restraint similarly to the werewolves. Stranger still was the fact that this tribe used no crafted weapons just their claws and teeth which made them seem like werewolves. Though the creatures he watched were kin he would have no problem killing them as they weren't true vampires in Nathaniel's eyes.

Nathaniel wished that he could start a fire but he didn't want to attract any attention onto himself. So upon his campsite Nathaniel sat keeping his eyes trained on the band for what seemed like an eternity. As he watched with his keen sight his thoughts drifted back to Cyrodiil and his love Morene wondering what she was doing in his absence. This fleeting thought passed quickly as the war band began to move out. Nathaniel quickly grabbed his rucksack bag throwing it onto his back he then got to his feet. Before he mobilized he lifted his black hood onto his head then began trailing his foes once more hoping they were returning home.

Present Time

Sticking to the shadows while maintaining a moderate distance Nathaniel kept pace with the advancing group. The driving snow and chilling winds had little effect on Nathaniel aside from causing annoyance. As he crept along he noticed one of the werewolves near the rear had stopped and was sniffing the air fervently like a bloodhound. Realizing that there was a possibility that his cover was compromised Nathaniel took cover behind a large dead tree several steps away. The beast of Hircine scanned the area taking a long look at Nathaniel's position. The werewolf cocked it's head then charged Nathaniel's hiding place. Fortunately for Nataniel the beast was separated from the group and the others weren't alerted to his presence. Falling back from his spot he watched as the werewolf bounded up to him stopping several feet away. Baring it's teeth the beast snarled circling around Nathaniel. Nathaniel grabbed Kondar his silver shortsword from it's scabbard flashing the blade at the werewolf.

The werewolf made the opening move leaping at Nathaniel claws outstretched ready to cleave his body in two. With inhuman speed Nathaniel rolled away from the attack with mere milliseconds to spare. As he got to his feet he took a quick swipe at the back of his enemy causing the beast to yelp in pain it then began convulsing as the shock enchantment activated. Using the opening Nathaniel concentrated his destructive force into his hand summoning forth a fireball. Nathaniel then opened his palm releasing the fiery projectile which hit home in the werewolves back propelling it into the snow covered ground. Not taking a chance Nathaniel rushed over to the downed creature plunging his blade into the monsters chest causing it to let out a slight whimper before going stiff.

With the werewolf felled Nathaniel turned his attention back to the band hoping he hadn't been noticed. Nathaniel was able to tell they had stopped ahead for an unknown reason. As he rushed to find out what was going on the scent of blood wafted through the air, loud battle cries could be heard. Using his hunters sight Nathaniel figured out what had transpired. The War band had found a party of adventurers with which they had engaged in battle. "Tch!, fools, a whole week of tracking and they turn the creatures away from their objective. I guess I might as well lend them a hand."

Nathaniel sheathed Kondar within it's scabbard and drew Varscona his elven shortsword as he then made a mad dash towards the fray. Still utilizing his hunters sight Nathaniel could see that the adventurer's had holed themselves up in a clearing while the enemy stood waiting amongst the thickets. To his right he could make out a large group of dremora doing battle with the vampires and werewolves. While one of the daedra seemed to be carrying a wounded individual towards the camp where the group stood. "Looks like I better get over to them but I must pass through the lines of the enemy." A wry smile crossed Nathaniel's lips, "This will be interesting!"

Releasing his hunters sight Nathaniel took one last look at the massive battle unfolding nearby. Gripping Varscona, Nathaniel dashed up to a vampire who was standing dumbfounded to what was happening around it. Before it could react Varscona's blade lay buried in the vampires chest causing it to burst into flames then be reduced to a pile of dust. A second vampire realized what happened and lunged for Nathaniel. Taking a chance Nathaniel swung Varscona but missed allowing the vampire to tackle Nathaniel to the ground. The vampire looked at Nathaniel for a second and was taken aback, "What a shame your fighting on the wrong side, brother vampire", the creature rasped." The vampire then raised it's clawed hand to cut Nathaniel's throat. Reaching out Nathaniel grabbed the vampires arm. "Your nothing but a slave to your base instincts, your no kin of mine." With that Nathaniel conjured forth a fire spell which enveloped his hand causing the vampire to light aflame. The vampire staggered back then began flailing wildly before it was reduced to a pile of ashes. Nathaniel looked at his hand thankful that his gloves were well insulated from fire spells or it might have been him up in flames.

Taking advantage of the opportunity Nathaniel sprinted through the thickets and out into the clearing. He then with lithe grace made his way over to the adventurer's before he was forced back into battle. He stopped at the edge of the camp fearing that he might be attacked. "Looks like you lot could use some assistance!?", Nathaniel inquired with a slight grin on his face. As he said this another group of vampires began hustling over to the campsite.

"yes, hunter, your blade would be greatly appreciated right now." I had seen out of the corner of my eye a flash, like a fireball, in the woods from the direction that this hunter had come from, and so assumed he was capable in battle. The numbers of vampires were thinning, and the weremonster were starting to emerge from the forest in more numbers, With my knowledge of how werebeasts act, I wasn't having very much difficulty anymore. I shouted a werebear to the ground and slit its throat. I thought, how stupid do these animals get while in this form? All of a sudden, another wave of vampires headed out from the woods. ugh, not again

I dispatched one of them with a shout, but then, out of breath, I charged at them with my broadsword. I tabbed into the chest of one, and quickly sliced up through its body and into the femur of a vampire that was about to jump at me. this bled profusly as te beast dropped to its knees, and I severed its head. there were still a few more of the blood-svckers around me, but I was finally fighting well.

Repaying him, Hjolifur helped Balarithgaer get rid of the Vampire, and advised that he should find a potion or some Mandrake.... yeah, Mandrake in Skyrim? Anyway, Balarithgaer probably wouldn't of taken it anyway. Why don't you just yell at me? Seems to work for yourself, why not anybody else!? He thought rather rudely. Rather than getting back up and attempting to fight, Balarithgaer slowly dragged himself to a nearby tree, trying not to be noticed. He managed to pull himself up to the first branch, which was heavily obscured by foliage, to Balarithgaers advantage, as it gave him an opportunity to rifle through his satchel, in search of a cure disease potion, he found one, but it looked old, so he wasn't sure how effective it would be. Nevertheless, Balarithgaer drunk it, and felt slightly better. Enough to shoot an occaisional arrow, unforetunately, his vantage point had its disadvantages - he couldn't see much, and he'd have to be effective and accurate.
Balarithgaer shot the odd arrow out of the tree, picking off a couple of hindhanging werewolves and vampires, no-one noticed, nigh mortal or not. Aitor had been seriously attacked, and had been knocked unconcious casting a spell which may of well saved his life. There was a nasty wound on his lower back, but it was dried flesh and bone, it looked old. Balarithgaer decided to investigate, he took a Restore Fatigue potion out of his satchel, and skulked towards Aitor, he managed to drag Aitor towards the tree and shoved to potion down his troat, Balarithgaer then applied snow to the Dunmers face and talked to him, slapping him occaisionally "Aitor, Aitor! Wake up! We're in grave danger, wake up!"
There was a were-bear approaching, and Balarithgaer managed to ound it with a couple of arrowsm but then it ran towards Balarithgaer. He swore, and pulled out his beloved shortsword. He managed to dodge the wounded bears swipe, by rolling towards Aitor - who still hadn't woken, which put the Dunmer in danger. So Balarithgaer stabbed at the Lycanthrope, and managed to hit it in the thigh, Balarithgaer tried again, but the bear managed to kick the sword out of the way - bending it severely, tears were immediately brought to Balarithgaer's eyes, the long history of that sword, could be ruined forever. This gave Balarithgaer a rush of adrenaline, unforetunately he had no weapon, so he managed to avoid the bear long enough to pull out and uncork a poison. He'd have to be accutrate here, and as the were-bear roared, Balarithgaer managed to throw the poison into the bears mouth, and launched a kick at the bears nether regions. That seemed to fatigue it a lot, so Balarithgaer pulled an arrow out of his quiver, and stabbed it at the were-bears ribs. That finished it off, but it had also nearly finished Balarithgaer also. He skulled a restore fatigue potion, and returned his attention to Aitor. "Dammit, wake up!" He said, applying more of the cold snow to Aitor's face.

As Goliath bounded back to the camp, a man came running in, killing two vampires as he did so. "Looks like you lot could use some assistance!?" He asked with a wry smile, Goliath called back, "The more the merrier, fall back towards the camp fire!" Goliath was on his way back to the site when a vampire hurled itself on him, along with two others. One bit into his bicep, Goliath kicked it away, only taking a small chunk of skin with it. He took a chance and grabbed another by the neck, squeezing as hard as he could. Soon the vampire shrieked and spat blood, Goliath then breaking its neck. The third, and most vile looking of the creatures had perched itself on a rock as soon as Goliath stood up. It leaped upon his back and began chewing on his neck. "You son of a .... " Goliath managed to get out as he jumped backwards and crushed the vampire beneath him.

It was wheezing an sputtering blood, Goliath left it to suffer. He quickly ran back to the camp, seeing the others make quite a stand for themselves. He also saw the body of Aitor being carried by a Dremora back to the camp, and 3 others fighting off the beasts. Goliath cut down a werewolf in his path, and soon he was at the campfire. He grabbed hold of one of his javelins, hurling it into the body of a werewolf. A vampire jumped at him, only to be impaled on Goliath's sword.

"Where are they all coming from!?" Goliath shouted. He was fed up, he jumped up on a rock and climbed the highest boulder, he then let out a roar. This roar was that of a man and wolf, or the cries and screams of a jaguar.

"Show me your leader! Pathetic beasts. Let us end this once and for all!" Goliath threw off his armor, and threw his sword that it stabbed into the soil. He changed, kneeling down and grunting in pain. But when he arose, the light of the campfire showed a horrifying, yet magnificent sight. Goliath's form was almost nine feet tall, his fur was thick and shaggy. His canines stuck out of his maw, akimbo with his lower jaw. The firelight danced on his fur as the vampires, and even the were-beasts looked on. Goliath roared once more, his voice was that of his and the monster within him.

"Where is your leader! Your master! Be it Hircine or mortal, I will finish this, you pathetic creatures!" Goliath stretched his arms out, and lowered himself, barring his fangs and growling.

The crowds of monsters were pushed aside, as Goliath looked on. Emerging from the rabble was a great black werewolf, his muscles toned, his eyes piercing red. He looked into Goliath's yellow eyes, a sign of fearlessness. "So it begins!" Goliath yelled as he leaped off the boulder and into the campsite, the fire in front of him beheld him as ominous as any other werewolf. The great black werewolf stepped forward. The fight for the lives of the small company now rested in this single moment.

'Goed Rust'

"Yes, hunter, your blade would be greatly appreciated right now.", a nord called. A second larger nord called out, "The more the merrier, fall back towards the camp fire!", were his only words as he bounded for the campsite. Nathaniel then began making his way to the campsite when he was halted by a pack of vampires which had surrounded him.

"Damn, beasts!, Stay back!", Nathaniel cursed as he gripped Varscona. A pair of the vampires jumped at Nathaniel aiming to rip him apart. With cat-like reflexes Nathaniel rolled out of the way taking a moment to augment his body with a shield spell. Before his spell could be completed however a third vampire kicked Nathaniel in his chest knocking him off balance. The vampire then slashed at Nathaniel's chest causing blood to stain the snow below. The vampire began greedily licking it's claws while it's allies closed in for the kill. Watching as his blood dripped onto the wet snow beneath him, a great anger emerged from Nathaniel.

"How dare you savage beasts! Spill my blood!", Nathaniel roared. With inhuman speed and ferocity Nathaniel charged at the vampire surprising the beast. Unable to dodge Varscona's blade buried itself into the vampire's torso. The fire and light enchantments on the blade then activated killing the already mortally wounded vampire reducing it to a pile of ash. The pair of remaining vampires surprise had evaporated as they began a renewed assault on Nathaniel. The first vampire sprang up clamping it's mouth onto Nathaniel's left arm while the second surged forward aiming for his neck. Nathaniel in pain managed to bring the edge of Varscona up to block the incoming attack. With precious few seconds Nathaniel stabbed the vampire with the vice grip on his arm through the head killing it instantly. The third vampire fearful retreated back into the woods.

Still bleeding slightly Nathaniel cast a restorative spell to heal the cuts as he made his way over to the campfire. Nathaniel made it into camp just as the large nord had transformed into a werewolf. The nord bellowed, "Where is your leader! Your master! Be it Hircine or mortal, I will finish this, you pathetic creatures!"

The crowds of monsters were pushed aside, as Goliath looked on. Emerging from the rabble was a great black werewolf, his muscles toned, his eyes piercing red. He looked into Goliath's yellow eyes, a sign of fearlessness. "So it begins!" Goliath yelled as he leaped off the boulder and into the campsite, the fire in front of him beheld him as ominous as any other werewolf. The great black werewolf stepped forward.

As the great black wolf emerged from it's flock Nathaniel recognized it as the pack leader and most dangerous of the group. Still nursing his arm Nathaniel sidled up to the nord werewolf. "We don't have much time so I'll keep this brief. I've been tracking this horde for a a little over a week now and I know first hand how tough that werewolf is. It took on a group of nord hunters single handed so I'd be extremely cautious even though your one of them."

For the second time since his change Nathaniel had found someone that was like him. "The nord was a werewolf who hunted his own kind just as I am a vampire who hunts my kin. This group might not be so bad after all."

OOC: The italics sentence is Nathaniel thinking.

Aitor coughed a couple of times and opened his eyes. His face felt cold but he later realized that the Bosmer, Balarithgaer, was throwing snow into his face and shaking him so he'd awaken. Aitor quickly realized that, and shaken his head, violently, to get rid of the snow. He looked at the Balarithgaer and said: "I underestimated you. Thank you for saving my life. I shall not forget it". He slowly stood up, with his left hand pressed against his chest. He noticed the tree and now was back-to-back with it. Aitor looked down onto the snow and said to the Bosmer: "Listen... I don't have the strength to fight, I can hardly breathe. But when another one of those beasts comes at us, I'll do what I can". A second later he looked up and there was Goliath, standing on a great boulder and roaring like a beast. It was unhuman. He soon began changing into a... Werewolf! But instead of raging and killing anything in his way, it seemed as if he was still Goliath, but just in a Werewolf form. Truly, an amazing gift he had.

Goliath called out for the leader of the pack, and a massive black Werewolf appeared out of the woods. This fight is going to be... Interesting. If Goliath lost, I'd take nearly the whole party to kill the leader. It was all up to him; our last hope. Aitor placed his free hand on the mace that was still with him and whispered: "Just in case".

Goliath stepped over the flames, and was now mere feet away from the great black werewolf. They began to circle each other, the other werewolves and the vampires began backing away and making a sort of semi-circle. Some of them were routing for the black werewolf, the vampires hissing and screaming. It was a terrifying sight, Goliath could only imagine what the group was thinking right now. Before Goliath had come to his rival, the new hunter had given him a bit of advice, "We don't have much time so I'll keep this brief. I've been tracking this horde for a a little over a week now and I know first hand how tough that werewolf is. It took on a group of nord hunters single handed so I'd be extremely cautious even though your one of them." Goliath had only nodded, and now here he was.

As they circled, their eyes were locked, red to yellow. Then they stopped, the air was hushed and only the crunching of snow beneath the feet of the horde could be heard. As suddenly as the silence had fallen, the black werewolf leaped at Goliath. Almost acting on instinct, Goliath did the same, both werewolves colliding in mid-air and falling into the snow. The black werewolf began swiping and swinging at Goliath, a few of the hits shredded Goliath's fur and skin. But Goliath was simply in a blood rage, he felt no pain, only anger and hate, his wrath. He dodged and ducked his enemy, waiting for the right moment. The Alpha took a swing at Goliath's face, this was his chance. Goliath ducked and with all his might, he ripped through the fur and flesh of the black Alpha with his left claws, then using both hands to shred his back in a mighty cleave.

The black werewolf roared in pain and kicked Goliath in the chest, sending him flying into a pine tree. Goliath was dazed, and before he could regain himself, the Alpha was upon him again, sinking his claws in Goliath's ribs. Now the great Nord felt pain, but it fueled him, he slashed the Alpha across the face, making it release its grip on Goliath. Then he jumped atop the black Alpha and began pummeling him, clawing him, whatever he could do to injure it. The black Alpha worked his muscled legs underneath Goliath and sent him flying into the air. This time however, Goliath landed on both feet, in a crouching position. "Come now pup, is this all your father has given you!" Goliath taunted. The great black werewolf was enraged, he gave a mighty howl and hurled himself at Goliath.

The Nord's vision slowed, he prepared himself, outstretching his right arm and balling his hand into a fist. As soon as the Alpha came close, Goliath delivered a powerful hit to its head. Seizing the moment, Goliath picked up the dazed werewolf and flung him into a boulder. Before the Alpha could get up, he was picked up by his ankles and slammed into the flat side of a large boulder. Broken ribs, legs, and snout, the black werewolf moaned in pain as he was dragged in front of its pack and the horde of vampires. Goliath slammed the Alpha to the ground, and jumped on it.

Goliath barred his teeth, and sank them into the werewolf's neck, ripping and tearing violently. He then released, the creature was close to death, but not yet. In a mighty heave of his left arm, Goliath lifted the black werewolf off the ground, holding it by its neck. He once again balled his right hand into a fist, and plunged it into the alpha's chest, momentarily ripping its black heart out and dropping the now dead rival.

"I am Samael, I am Death!" Goliath roared at the creatures before him. "Show this to your master," tossing the heart at their feet, "Tell him that Death now holds these lands, and it is not by your hands that death shall come... but ours." Goliath looked back at the group, then rearing his head up and arching his back, he gave a mighty and deep howl. Towns from miles away heard it, and the soon, the horde of creatures began to back away as Goliath growled and roared at them. He finally flung the body of the black werewolf at the group, sending them into a run.

Goliath turned towards the group, and walked back to the camp. As he changed, he nearly fainted. In his bestial state, he was a true unstoppable killer, but when he changed back; all of the fatigue set of him. Slowly but surely, his gear was on.

"I - I think... I think I need a rest." At that moment, Goliath passed out, sword in hand.

"You Well?" Gille asked me. I felt slightly embarassed, as he was a Spellcaster and I could see him observing my attacks. Goliath called out to us to retreat, which nwas a a good idea at the moment. I ran back to the camp, with Gille ahead of me. Then he called back to me, "I've got your back if you've got mine, move!" I nodded. "Very Well."

Again, everyone had their own troubles in battle. Aitor's back was horrifying, bone sticking out, but no blood, who had now collapsed, but not dead yet. Most of the Vampires and werebeast were
ridden of. After a few moments, Aitor had awoken and rubbed his eyes. And it was just then that Goliath had started yelling, "Where is your leader!" and "Where do you come from!" It was before that I realised that Goliath was calling for the leader of the pack. A large, intimidating, black Werewolf emerged from the woods. Goliath didn't show fear, but I had no time to see what Goliath was up to. I swung my sword into an offensive stance. Time to slash me some mozzies! I lingered my eye over to Goliath. Something had caught my eye. Goliath was a Werewolf himself. Yes, a werewolf. But he had control over it. Or so thats what it looked like now. The continued to fight, hard and harsh, like animals. But then again, they are animals. Goliath was the victor, after ripping out its heart from the chest. A gory sight, but I've seem worse. "I am Samael, I am Death!" Goliath roared to the creatures.

"Show this to your master," tossing the heart at their feet, "Tell him that Death now holds these lands, and it is not by your hands that death shall come... but ours." He warned them. Goliath then threw the body to the creatures, sending them running away. Way to go, Goliath. Good job. Goliath changed back into human form, looking very fatigued. "I - I think... I think I need a rest." At that moment, Goliath passed out, I rusjed towards him, to see that he was fine. But thenI realised we had a new visitor. I probably didn't see the male join our battle in the midst of it, but I didn't know who he was.

OOC: Slow down, my peeps. Some RPers havent made a post yet.

Too many things happened for Veronika to notice, but one thing that caught her attention was a great black Werewolf. Which reminded her of herself when she turns into the magnificent creature. But besides that, there was a newcomer to the fight. And to make it worst, he was a blood-svcker as well, disgusting as his brethren may be, he was more civilized. Veronika watched from afar as he aided the team, Goliath himself turning into a Werewolf without the moon's sway. Veronika admired, not him, but the power he wielded and he offered her that power. Veronika's thoughts formed a myriad of ideas and plans. I want that power, I want to slaughter my enemies and taste their flesh while I am still me, Veronika said in her mind. But Hircine, her beloved master that gave her rewards in turn for her mindless slaughter. She would have to break free from his will...and if she did, all rewards and power would be forfeit. However, changing at will seemed good enough for her. The two Lycanthropes circled each other, ready for battle. The rest of the beastly team backed away to watch the fight, a mad group of spectators to the epic battle. Veronika did realize, when you strike the leader down, the followers will scatter. So the best option was killing the Black Werewolf. Just then, Veronika heard the latest addition to the team, the vein-svcking new guy scream.

"How dare you savage beasts! Spill my blood!", he shouted. With superhuman speed and fury, he charged at the vampire, surprising the beast. He fought and slew the other vampire. How precious, another creature killing his own kin, don't we make a fine team of traitors and backstabbers, Veronika muttered in her mind. Nevertheless, she did not consider this man an ally. So many vampires attacked, no one will notice another one missing. Stupidity, rather than common-sense, took over Veronika. She sprinted towards the new vampire, axe swinging as she prepared herself. Two vampires charged at her, one she shoved away with her shoulder, the other she cut down across the chest. Paying no attention to the wounded Aitor, she accelerated to the new vampire. Axe gleaming in the moonslight, she jumped in the air with inhuman force, clutching the axe with her hand as she fell down upon him. Injured, she thought he would be an easy kill.