Eternal Hunt, Chapter One: Rise of the Bloodseekers

Introduction and Commentary

Right, so some of you may know this is the recreation of an old and somewhat successful role-play, called Eternal Hunt. Though this retains many heroes, villains, and even a similar plot from the last version, it is far more intricate and detailed. I have evolved since then, truly I have learned a lot, and so have the role-players who enjoyed my thread just as much as me.

This time around the RP will be separated into chapters (each thread is a chapter) which may or may not have subsequent parts if the loose ends haven't been tied up within the 200 post limit. This may sound awfully ambitious, but I know we can see this through to the end if our role-players are as dedicated as last time. We begin around the time of the Bloodseeker's uprising and separation from the Mage's Guild. The Oblivion Crisis won't appear until a good time later in the series, as well as Mannimarco, the "book" and the Quarantine. So I ask of you all to not stray off into a sub-plot from the last thread until the current chapter has ended. So don't delve into Oblivion if we haven't gotten to that chapter yet, and don't talk about a Solstheim Invasion if it hasn't occurred yet.

Each chapter will begin with a fan fiction of sorts, one of fairly good length, that kick-starts the plot for the chapter in question. For those who know nothing of Eternal Hunt's past, MAKE SURE to read the back story and opening posts. The same goes for the others, it really helps to know what's going on!
Remember, you can play as a Werewolf, Vampire, Necromancer, Legion Soldier, Bloodseeker, or even a commoner. But there ARE restrictions as to where you can start. If you're confused about the options, read the back story below.

So, with the formalities out of the way, I am proud to present the return of Eternal Hunt, and I truly hope it lives up to it's name!

Back Story

In the 433rd year of the 3rd Era of Tamriel, a small group of ambitious wizards split from the
Mage's Guild, their goal to banish the wicked creatures and dark societies from the land. They
Called themselves "Bloodseekers" and made it their duty to hunt down Werewolves, Vampires,
and Necromancers. They distanced themselves both from the Arcane University from which they
hailed, and from Witchhunters, the only other party that had something in common with them.
But the Bloodseekers were far different from the Witchhunters.

The Bloodseekers not only wanted the "filth" of Tamriel dead, they wanted compensation. Using
Guerilla warfare against their foes, and extortion or blackmail against their clients, they became
rich with knowledge and power. Using their illegitimate gold, they hired or persuaded common
thugs, mercenaries, rogues, vigilantes, and Fighter's Guild outcasts. They were no longer
Apprentice Mages, but were now a massive organization filled with every type of warrior or spell
caster, bringing in hefty profits. It didn't take long for the Legion to notice.

Knowing full well they could join in the monetary gain, the Legion gave the Bloodseekers legal
contracts allowing them to slay Werewolves and Vampires in human form, if they had proof of
their deeds. Not only did this increase the Legion's cash income, but it allowed the Bloodseekers
to grow and prosper. For better, or for worse, the Bloodseekers were becoming the new law of
Tamriel.

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Character Sheets

GENERAL INFORMATION
Name:
Gender:
Race: (One of the 10 Tamrielic races. Let me know if you're a Vampire or Werewolf)
Birthsign:
Age:
Personality:

CLASS INFORMATION
Class: (Custom if you wish)
Specialization:
Skills: (CHOOSE ONLY FOUR!)

APPEARANCE
Height:
Weight:
General appearance: (Not their armor or gear, just the way they look in general. Consider your race and sub-race when describing)

EQUIPMENT

Armor:
Weapons:
Enchanted Items (Non-offensive)
Miscellaneous Gear:
DISPOSITION

Towards the law:
Towards the Nine:
Towards the Empire:
Towards the Legal Guilds:
Towards Vampires:
Towards Werewolves:
Towards Necromancers:

Introduction to Chapter One: Rise of the Bloodseekers

Imperial City, Elven Gardens District

Massive groups of ranting people crowded the wide inner streets of the Elven Gardens District, signs in their hands, and vicious remarks escaping their mouths. They roared:
"Lower the taxes!"
"Stop the rebellion!"
"End this madness!"
"No more Bloodseekers!"
Lately the Bloodseekers had taken over the Imperial City, Legion barracks being replaced with Bloodseeker watchtowers. This was due to an influx of Werewolves and Vampires after a vicious war in the East. To the townspeople, it was tyranny. To the Bloodseekers, it was hunting season. They stalked the rooftops, balconies, and outer walls of the city, their weapons drawn, and their spells ready.
The citizens of Cyrodiil had revoked the Bloodseeker uprising, making riots all across the land. Taxes had gone up to support their efforts against the creatures of the night, and this did not rest well with the common folk. Right now, the Imperial City was facing an economical and social collapse, due to the sudden change in law and order. Not only did the Bloodseekers prowl the streets at night, but so did their foes: The Vampires, the Werewolves, and even the Necromancers, who had recently fortified a cave just south of the city. A mile north of the massive riot, another crowd stood in the street, drawing cold and anxious breaths. They stood before a stage, constructed at the north end of the district, past the residential section.
On the stage was a podium, and behind that stood Lind L. Rosewood, leader of the Bloodseeker organization, and dictator in the eyes of the townspeople.
"My people?" began Rosewood, sighing briefly at the end.
"No more madness!"
"We won't stand it!"
"? it has come to my attention that the Night Creatures, the "Filth", have infested our proud city. We will not accept this?"
"Stop this!"
"End the taxes!"
"?and will make great strides to-"
Suddenly the crowd roared in upheaval, dropping their signs in favor of daggers or improvised weapons, and rushed towards the stage.
Rosewood sighed darkly, and waved a hand gloomily.
Four dozen archers pelted the approaching crowd, bringing many to the ground. Those that made it past that, were met with metal shields to the face. As the Bloodseekers ripped the crowd to shreds, not a single tear dripped down their cheeks. To them, it was a minor inconvenience obstructing the path of their ideals. Their justice.

Imperial City, Temple District

While the other districts were just now beginning to fall apart, the townsfolk of the Temple District have been running amok in fear for months. The streets were lined with decrepit buildings, piles of trash or dead bodies, and flocks of Vampires or a lone Werewolf, preying on the few that hadn't fallen to disease or the bitter cold of Winter. A small family, consisting of a pitchfork-wielding father, a sickly mother, and a crying child, fled from their burning home, out into the streets. They almost reached the safe haven of a fortified bank, until several Vampires leaped in front of them. The group kept up the pace, fleeing from the Vampires and into a dark alleyway. Again, they were stopped by yet another foe. This time a small, yet fierce looking Werewolf, likely a starving pup. They were blocked into the alleyway, a group of Vampires behind, and a Werewolf in front. This was the madness that had overwhelmed the Temple District.

Note:

You may begin in several locations. The Imperial City, The Necromancer's fortified cave, "Black Hold" just south of the city, or the wilderness around the City. Or if you wish, the safe yet small village of Weye, near the Imperial City, a place the Bloodseekers have yet to infect. Good luck and I hope you enjoy my role-play! I will post my character sheet and intro post shortly.

GENERAL INFORMATION


Name: Alberon Lambert
Gender: Male
Race: Breton (Werewolf)
Birthsign: The Mage
Age: 23
Personality: Happy-go-lucky most of the time, though that is mainly a show to hide how un-self confident and depressed he is though very driven when it comes to mage-craft.
As a Werewolf Alberon has almost no control as he has only been a Werewolf for a few months

CLASS INFORMATION
Class: Mage
Specialization: Magic
Skills: Alteration, Mysticism, Alchemy, Speech

APPEARANCE
Height: 6' 1"
Weight: Skinny with little muscle or fat
General appearance: As a human Alberon is rather tall and skinny for a Breton with dark brown slightly curly hair that has a few greys in it. Eyes that are mostly blue but have a slight a mount of Green and yellow flecks. Not exactly handsome, but attractive in his own way
As a Werewolf Alberon is slightly runty with dark brown fur that has a few greys

EQUIPMENT

Armor: The only armour Alberon uses is that which he casts with his magick
Weapons: His magick and a bandoleer of silver throwing knives (though he uses telekenesis to throw them)
Enchanted Items:His dark green robe that is enchanted with a slight calming spell to keep him from getting overly aggresive and killing people though can, and has been, overcome
Miscellaneous Gear: Compass, Several calming potions, basic alchemy gear
DISPOSITION

Towards the law: Respects it and those who uphold it
Towards the Nine: Only follows the teaching of Kynareth and Julianos
Towards the Empire: Believes that they shouldn't of let the Bloodseekers take so much power
Towards the Legal Guilds: Respects their Ideals and Morals
Towards Vampires: Hates them and wants to destroy them
Towards Werewolves: He understands what they are going through so He cuts them some slack
Towards Necromancers: Whilst Alberon has nothing aginst Necromancy He despises the way that they go about it

Accepted by BebopMagnum

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As Alberon listened to the slaughter of innocent civilians by gore-hungry bloodseekers he struggled to stay in his human form.
Calm down killing them will reveal and kill you cautioned his humane side.
Nay kill, kill, kill them all those filthy vermin, think they can wipe us out responded his Lycan half.

Fortunately for Alberon his Humane side came through and suppressed hid canine half long enough to drink one of his calming potions.

Alberon had made sure that he was out of view from the Bloodseekers in case he hadn't kept in control, but his being in the alley allowed Him to hear the scream of a child and the howl of a fellow Werewolf.

Dammit this is gonna hurt.... he thought as he gave into his anger.

Alberon screamed an un-human scream as it felt as though his skin was being ripped open from the inside, then suddenly the transformation was complete and the pain was instantly forgotten.

'RRAAAAAAAGGHH!' Roared the werewolf as he climbed up buildings in order to get at the sound.

OOC: Errr.... I guess the time of day is roughly past sundown and from what I gathered its winter?

Or am I reading it wrong?

EDIT: I forgot the name of the cave.


Lliryn: Black Hold

The Dunmer Necromancer made his way through the twisting tunnels of the new cave he now inhabited. They had not been here long, but the cave was already set up for a long stay, magical fortifications and forms of the undead in every hallway, guarding their masters with their motionless visage. Lliryn stopped to make sure Sorian was still following before continuing, taking the left passage at a three-way fork, the ground rising slightly.

His mind was racing as he walked, thinking of the latest news of riots in the Imperial City, and of his recent communal with the dead., which had given him nothing but a headache and more questions. He knew he shouldn't have tried to commune with them since his latest encounter with the Bloodseekers outside of the city, but answers were needed. Unfortunately, the dead spirits were able to resist his command, and he was luck he had closed the portal before any unwanted visitors slipped into his chambers.

He moved past the rotting corpse of a hulking form, possibly of a Nord in life, and continued uphill to the entrance chamber. He had business in the city tonight, mostly undercover, attempting to get some answers and getting a full grasp of the situation in the city. He knew the citizens were not happy, and were possibly on the verge of revolting. And well the carnage of it all brought a smile to his cracked lips, he knew if the Bloodseekers came on the winning side of any revolution, then they would only become more powerful.

They could not let that happen. The bastards had been killing Necromancers all over the place, and had even driven Lliryn out of his old home. His walking stick clunked against the stone floor as he saw the slight light coming from the wooden door they ad set up at the entrance to the cave, as he wrapped his fur cloak around his plain black robes, choosing to not wear his necromancers robes out this night, though he wore his fire resistant tunic underneath.

Sorain followed close behind, obeying his masters every order, though he would only be accompanying him to the gates, and not into the city. Lliryn had left his Tome behind, but his silver shortsword was hooked to his belt, though he wasn't very proficient with it. He reached the door, and uttered a few arcane phrases, dispelling the enchantments for a few seconds so he could exit in safety.

As he reactivated them, he thought of the first uninvited visitor trying to force their way through the door.... the possible mess brought a smile to his face again, and he enacted a minor spell of Chameleon, knowing that nowhere was safe from the damn Bloodseekers anymore as he walked through the bushes to the gates of the Imperial City.



Velyn: The Feed Bag, Market District, Imperial City

The Dunmer rogue sat quietly in the inn, feet up on a table resting as he sipped his wine, listening to the news around the rather busy inn. Nothing much had changed it seemed, as the citizens seemed closer and closer to revolting, and the Bloodseekers showed no intention of loosening their grip on the city anytime soon. With the way the Temple District was now, he couldn't blame them, and didn't know why the citizens were so upset about it.

Though as a houseless rogue, he was not affected by the taxes. Not in his mind anyways, though he was sure the Bloodseekers would see it differently if they ever caught him. But the Temple area was in complete ruin, Werewolves and Vampires roaming free in that area. For the time being at least, according to the Bloodseekers, as they apparently had plans for that infested area.

Velyn had entered the district only a few days ago, searching for lootable homes while in the relative safety of the day, and the sight had even thrown him off of his normally stoic behavior. Bodies were literally everywhere, and houses were broken down and abandoned. He had come across several families, or at least he guessed they were families, as they shouted at him from behind heavily barricaded doors and windows.

The "Filth", as they were called, were nowhere to be seen, but that didn't put him off his guard, as he knew he had been watched closely when he was in there. Now he sat in the tavern, perfectly safe and a large pouch of looted gold jingling at his side, and hearty meals brought before him.

While he did feel some compassion for those who had been lost, he was the type of person who could only profit from a situation like this, staying one step ahead of the Bloodseekers and the law, while collecting his riches along the way, and should harm show its ugly face, he would use his deadly sabre to put it away.

He switched his feet around on the table, and downed the rest of his wine, calling for more to the nearby maid, as he flashed his shiny grin her way, winking in a suggestive manner and drawing a blush from her as well as a giggle before she moved to get his drink.

As he waited, his smile only widened. Riches were presenting themselves, as was some other fun. "Let the good times roll." he muttered, winking at yet another cute barmaid.

Name: Kai. (Full Name: Sazaki)
Gender: Male.
Race: Imperial.
Birthsign: The Steed.
Age:23.
Personality: Over the many years, shut off from the world, Kai has become cold as frozen steel, rarely joyful and always very serious, he revels fighting, enjoys conflict and his very life depends on the spilling of blood. Winding up anyone he can, turning them against him, so that he can fight. Kai loves blood, though he is not a Vampire, he loves to kill and he does it well, precise and accurate, Kai never misses an opportunity to assassinate anyone and will eliminate anyone that does a wrong doing towards him, using any means possible to assassinate his target. Headstrong and confident, Kai is not invincible, something he claims himself to be, and although it is not his intention he is often viewed to be boasting. Kai loves a challenge, taking pleasure in someone backing him into a corner and having to fight his way out, wanting the more powerful enemy to step up their game, so that he can try to overcome them, despite their superiority. He takes much pleasure in pain and injury, claiming that sometimes the scars themselves are the lessons of life left permanently on your mind, and that you have not truly won a fight if the enemy cannot do as much as lay a cut in your flesh.

Class: Vampire Hunter
Specialization: Stealth
Skills: Kai is greatly suited to close assassinations and mortal combat fights, using his athletic, well toned body to dodge and avoid as well as his acrobatic ability to manoeuvre himself into an advantaged position against his enemies. With no magical or weaponry aid, the Martial Artist focuses on harnessing his power to aid him in winning a fight, harnessing the body to become the ultimate battle machine. Though the Martial Arts often focus on self discipline and control when fighting, Kai's interests are far from controlled.

Height: At 6ft 1" he is not overly tall. But due to this he is more agile and fast than most other Imperials.
Weight: 170lbs, Not heavy but not light, his muscle causing the extra weight, however he is still quick and acrobatic.

General appearance: Strong, tall and powerful, muscles emanate from under his armour. He has a dark shade of olive skin; stubble dominates the lower half of his face. He has piercing blue eyes that seem, on contact, to bore into you. Scars, something Kai certainly doesn't lack, fierce battles and epic fights have played there part on the young mans hardened body, and the reminder of each encounter lay embedded into his rough skin. His hair is a neatly styled and well kept ponytail with a side fringe.

Armour: A thick leather robe, crimson, the colour of blood, torn and ripped from various encounters. His favourite item of clothing is his face mask, a thin sheet of crimson material that covers up his face from his lower neck to the bridge of his nose, leaving only his cold blue eyes the only feature uncovered.

Weapons: Kai relies on agility his only weapon being a long steel wristblade that shoots from his gauntlet, other than this he uses mainly what he was blessed with at birth, Kai uses his arms and legs to inflict damage onto his opponents with lashing kicks and rapid punches he is still a worthy adversary to even a well armed Vampire.

Miscellaneous Gear: Kai carries with him at all times a map of the region he may be in, usually bought from the local inn, as well as a few herbs and plants he has collected on the route to any town, though not a fan of Alchemy, he is well aware of the money it brings. He will also often carry a small amount of gold.

Bio: Born into a long line of trained Martial Arts experts, he is certainly no beginner on the subject. Though as time went on and he grew older, he began to turn against the normal code, seemingly forgetting the guidelines of discipline and control when fighting. He was, not long after his 13th birthday, exiled from the guild, he had shown extreme talent and it was a hard decision, but the injuries of the other guild members were no price to pay for such uncontrolled violence. for years he lived, training himself, fighting beasts and bandits in the wild. By no means was he a good man, but the within the bloodthirsty, came a distorted vision of the world. Killing only for fun, and taking pleasure in any form of combat. The cave was, one day, overrun with men seeking hiding from the Imperial Guard, he fled coming to the large gates of the Imperial City. He entered not knowing what to expect.

Towards the Law: Thankful, if it were not for their help he would to be as wealthy as he is now, perhaps not even alive.
Towards the Nine: A man makes their own fate. In this life we get only those things for which we hunt, for which we strive?
Towards the Empire: None, he keeps his business from them, as the council do him.
Towards the Legal Guilds: None, as with the Empire, their business is their own, and unless conflicting with his, he has no quarrel.
Towards Vampires: Creatures of the night, disgusting, once you go under you don't deserve to live.
Towards Werewolves: Not as strongly as the Vampires, but he still dislikes them, undeserving of their lives.
Towards Necromancers: None, his focus is on the creatures of the night, they have done nothing to harm him, and he shall leave it at that.


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IC:

Kai lay atop the Temple District rooftop, gazing up at the few stars that had managed to scintillate through the thick cloud that circulated the skies. He could hear the screams and shouts from below, a worried family running from a large group of vampires, but he didn't move.

It had been a few months back that this very district was unharmed, peaceful life remained in the city;

As he opened the large gates to the city, Kai for the first time stood gazing at the magnificent spectacle that was the Imperial City. He had come here knowing that he had nowhere to go, it was his last hope. A nearby inn caught his eye, and as the rain started to steadily drip down onto him, he made his way inside. The door creaked as he entered, and as he stepped inside he could feel every eye turn to him. A small gathering of men sat together huddled around a table. Kai could tell they were here on business and ignored them, wondering over to the bar.

“Something warm” he muttered to the barman, flicking the strands of fringe from his eye. The barman turned and made him the drink quickly before presenting it to Kai. Kai nodded at the barman passing over a small handful of gold. Kai’s attention reverted back to the group of men, he watched them whisper to each other, and before long wondered to a nearby table as to catch a glimpse of what they were saying.

“It won’t be long men, and they will be upon us, they will come in force and they will stop at nothing to overrun the Empire. I have spoken now with the Legion and they are on our side, we must work together to put a stop to this.”

Kai new very well that they were not merely interested in keeping the peace, the sarcastic tone to the man’s voice told Kai as much. He got up once more, this time walking over to the table of men itself.

“May I join you men? I feel left out all on my own.” Kai grinned; he was eager to learn more of the men’s business and had an urge to join in with whatever they would be doing.

That had been how he had joined the Bloodseekers, it was a strange story to tell, but he considered himself lucky, for now it had given him money, security and best of all the chance to kill, legally.

He leapt from the rooftops, the cries of the family below beginning to irritate him, landing with a thump in front of the small group of people. It was not just a group of vampires, but instead a werewolf too. “Evening” Kai nodded at the scared family as they backed away, before turning to face the snarling wolf that stood before him.

He ran at the wolf, leaping into the air and colliding with it at some force, brining both Kai and the creature to the hard ground of the alley. It was a young wolf, easy for Kai to handle, its young fresh teeth barely piercing Kai’s crimson armour as he pushed down from atop the wolf. He raised his arm, fist curled, before slamming it down into the young wolfs tender neck. The wrist blade slid through the fur and flesh, through the veins in its neck before coming to a grinding halt as it slammed into the beast’s collar bone, the bone crunching sound echoing through the alleyway.

He turned to face the startled family as he pulled his blood covered steel blade from the wolf’s limp neck. “Run along” he exclaimed, grinning wildly. Without hesitation the family continued on their way to the safe haven that was the bank. But Kai didn’t follow turning in the alley to meet a large haul of vampires, eager for blood.

This was what he lived for.

Name: Synthius Darius
Gender: Male
Race: Breton
Birthsighn: The Mage
Age: 27
Personality:Cruel and delites in others pain.

Class: Necromancer
Specialization:Magic
Skills: Destruction, conjuration, Restorartion, Illusion

Height: Bit shorter than normal
Weight: 130 Lb
General apearance: Skin color is fleshy pale, hair is black, Very weak and sickly, His face is usually has stains of blood.

Armor: Black necromancer robes stained in blood, and a black hood with the scarf to keep the horrible smells out.
Weapons: A black rusted shortsword used to cut corpes and the like. Also has a walking staff with a welknyd stone attached for light
Enchanted Items:Has a amualet with fortify strength
Misc. A black soul gem

Toward the Law: Despises it for not letting him use the graveyard
Toward the nine:Hates it and does not believe in it
Toward legal guilds: Fine with most except the mages guild
Toward the Empire: Ignores them
Towards vampires: Finds them facsinating and great test subjects.
Towards Bloodseekers: Hates them and wants them all dead
Towards werewolves: Ignores them
Towards Necromancers: fine with them, prefers privacy



Black Hold

Synthius Sat In prayer to the God of Worms, Mannimarco. The Shrine Arrayed of skulls and red candles flickering upon his face casting an eery glow of red shining through the skulls. He took a deep breath and began to prayer for power and fresh corpses to use. Darck light shot down the shrine going shrait for him. It went shraight at him, going right into him. He could feel more magicka at his will.

After Synthius finished he got up and the shrine dimed to a darker shade. He went to his chambers of the fortified cave, Black hold. He missed his old lair,but this would have to do. He received orders from the King of Words himself to take up aquantance here. It had enough supplies and corpses but it lacked the amount of tools for torture. He brought some of his own but he couldnt take all of it. He entered his chambers he saw the large bed in the center. The candles lit the room dimly. The corpses laid about tangled with bones and other disgusting peices. He walked past it into his small torture chambers. He checked the patiants wiggling in agonie. There was a hole in the center were he would strap vampires down and wach them burn in the sun. He consiered going to the Imperial city for bodys and the such. There alot of recent deaths and lots of disoriantaded townspeaple. Even though the amount of bloodseekers about he thought he he can make it. He will leave once his dudy here was done.

IC: Tobiasz drew closer to the small town Weye, according to his map anyway. His feet hurt from the long walk from Chorrol. He had camped out along the way, but he still was walking most of the day. His bag bounced as he walked, and a bruise was starting to develop on his thigh. Even the long sword strapped to his left hip was more comfortable. The trip hadn't even given him a chance to think about what he was getting himself into. Tobi finally reached the settlement of Weye, ready to go to bed at 8:00 in the morning. He contemplated taking a pain killer from his bag, but thought better of it. Somone in the city might need it more than he did. He looked around Weye, seeing only two buildings. It seemed ironic to him that a town so small could be safe from the chaos of the city just a bridge away.

He stepped into an inn, seeing an Imperial Watchman sitting at a small table, drinking what looked to be ale. "Morning." Tobi greeted him with a smile. The man lifted his mug "Good morning citizen." Tobiasz approached the counter. "How much for a room?" he asked the barkeep. She smiled and replied "10 for the night." Tobi did the math in his head before inquring "Then it would be 70 for the week?" She nodded in reply. He reached into his bag, rooting around until he found his coinpurse. He fished out 70 gold and handed it over. "Thank you sir, first door on the right, up the stairs. Tobi nodded and climbed the stairs, his aching joints protested as he did. He opened up the door, surveying the room, which consisted of a bed, a chest at the end of it, along with a dresser in the corner. He nodded in approval and closed the door behind him.

He took off his traveling clothes, as well as shedding his bag and sword, the former he set on the dresser, and the latter in his chest. He changed into sack cloth pants. They may look unseemly, but they were confortable to Tobi. He slipped into bed, quickly slipping off to sleep, a bit of peace to prepare for the chaos ahead.

Alberon jumped down from a building in time to see a man in red armour kill a fellow werewolf

"sniff" Grrr he will pay that filthy maggot thought his blood thirsty, animal side
Calm down fool he killed him, he could probably kill us reminded his human side
I don't care you hairless rat
Weren't we going to kill the wolf as well?
Nay just hurt him and make him flee like a coward
.....fine just get behind him first


As Alberon was thinking this he was slowly circling behind the crimson armoured man, ready to leap at a moments notice

Tobiasz woke up shortly after falling asleep, but he still felt refreshed. He pushed away the blankets, and kicked his legs out of bed, stretching his neck and stepping onto the wooden floor. He was a bit apprehensive, but he knew he could help people in the city, spare as many lives as he could. His thoughts drifted as he slipped on burgandy shirt and pants, grabbing his bag and slipping it around his neck, messenger bag style. He then reached for his sword, strapping it to his belt. He took a breath, and pushed open the door, slipping down the hall.

The stairs were shorter than Tobi remembered, and he easily climbed them, stopping in front of the counter.

"Some of your finest Ale please."

The barkeep smiled at him and responded, "Do you have the 20 septims for it?"

Tobi flashed a sly smile and pulled out the gold pieces "Of course"

The gold and ale exchanged hands and Tobiasz strolled to the front door, opening the door and slipping out into the street. A man greeted him on the street with a cheerful hello. He had a rake in his hand, and a fairly large field of crops spread unevenly on the incline to the shore.

"Good day stranger!" he said, raking his crops at the same time.

Tobi nodded and replied "Good day to you sir, how are the fields?" he asked, regarding the crops.

"Well and good" he responded "Where are you off to?"

Tobi smiled and answered "The Imperial City."

The man's face went pale "Do you think that wise? Do you know of the situation in the city?"

Tobi nodded "That I do sir, thank you for the worry." The man shook his head and went back to his work. Tobi continued on, crossing the bridge, reaching the gate after a long while of walking. He glanced at the stables, noticing that there were no horses. Through a window, he saw a green face peer out and dissapear back into the building. He let out a quick chuckle, 'Guess she's dissapointed I don't have a horse.' Tobiasz reached the gate, rubbing his hands together and letting out a long sigh before proceding inside. The once beautiful Temple District was in shambles. Chunks of stone were missing from buildings, the statue of Akatosh in front of the gate was missing it's upper half. The guards were gone, and blood was splattered in the street and on the walls. Dead bodies littered the sides of the roads. Every fiber of his being told him to get out of there. Somehow, he stayed. A man on the ground moved and groaned, and Tobi hurried over to see what he could do, not noticing the situation in the alleyway...

Kai, although he had not yet seen him, was well aware of the presence behind him. It was another wolf, and the heavy breath of anticipation was easy to notice. The walls of the dimly lit alley were scattered with blood, large stains and specks of the crimson liquid spread up the brickwork, and the worn out grass was too covered with dried pools. Kai didn't move, still focusing his attention forward, half waiting for the vampires to come, and half pretending that he hadn't noticed the wolf. Suddenly, movement in the main street, barley visible with the lack of light, but Kai knew it was no vampire, a man, half leaning over a body. He was not worried by this, he knew the man alone was no threat, and left him to his business.

Knowing it was time, he slid the wristblade gently from his gauntlet, the blood still dripping from the last wolf slain. He turned. Fast and hard, hoping to catch the wolf off guard, he flew at him arms outstretched, his blade looking for flesh eager to bore deep into its tender surface.

For reasons I am not at liberty to discuss, this thread will be ended. I will be unavailable on the internet for 6 to 8 months. I apologize in advance to everyone, and ask kindly that you aren't angry at me. This is not my fault, it is due to an unavoidable circumstance in my personal life. Again, I apologize.

The man sputterd blood onto the pavement as Tobiasz bent over him. There was a rather large gash near his right kidney, if it was still there. Tobi looked at the man. His face showed someone who had given up; eyes glazed over, breathing shallow, occasionally wincing in pain. Tobi unslung his medical bag, pulling out a painkilling potion. He tilted the man's head up and poured the concoction down the man's throat, who swallowed it without reaction. Within a short amount of time, he stopped wincing. Tobi set the man's head back. He took a quick look around before he asked the man "Can you talk?" The man's eyes unglazed and he turned to the healer. He shook his head delibrately. Tobi nodded and set his sights on the man's ravaged side.

The wound itself was a big mess, with several slash marks on his stomach. "Oh boy," Tobiasz muttered to himself. He rubbed his hands together, which glowed slightly. He then held his hands to the wound. First, the blood clotted, stopping the blood that had been leaking out into the street. Tobi moved his hands to the claw wounds, which healed into good sized scars. Tobiasz grabbed his bag, pulling out the ale. He poured some into the wound in an attempt to clean it. He looked up at the man's face, who was now watching what Tobi was doing. Normally, the alchohal would have hurt something awful, but the potion from before was still working. Tobi leaned back a bit, examining the wound. There were deep piercing wounds, and Tobi couldn't see the condition of the kidney. He sighed and cast the spell again, healing the wounds as much as he could before he reached back inside his bag, pulling out a roll of bandages. "Can you sit up?" he asked the man. He slowly sat up, leaning a bit to his left, but it didn't matter. Tobi quickly and skillfully wrapped the bandages around the wound until he thought it suitable, tying off the end. "That should hold for a while. Do you have any family?" he asked the man. He shook his head slowly, croaking "Not anymore..." he drifted off. Tobi nodded with a grim understanding "Then get out of the city as fast as you can, or at least get to the Bloodseekers, they should be able to protect you." At the mention of the Bloodseekers, he grimaced, but nodded. Tobi grabbed his arm and helped him up. He staggered slightly, but stood firm. He gave Tobiasz one last look and walked away.

Tobi watched him go before dropping and reaching into his bag, still setting on the street. He pulled out a poison, one that would paralyze someone for a good while. He poured some on a piece of cloth and unsheathed his blade. He began wiping it across the blade, flipped it over, and did the same to the other side. He held it up, satisfied, and slipped it into it's sheath, carefull not to cut himself. He stood up, and walked along the bodies, not finding anyone else. He sighed at the severe loss of life, and proceeded torwards the temple. He saw movement out of the corner of his eye, so he turned. Nothing. He took a few steps back before turning and continuing torwards the temple. There was a high scream as a vampire tackled Tobiasz to the ground. The vampire flipped over him, landing in front of the temple. Tobi struggled to get up, and was on his knees when the vampire lunged again. Tobi was ready this time. He cocked his fist and let it fly, impacting on the vampire's jaw. He hit the ground, and layed there, completely consious, but perfectly calm. The calming spell had worked, and Tobi let out a held breath before pushing open the temple door and shutting it behind him.

Wow, this is really making me mad man. I mean I understand real life first and all, but come on Bebop. This is the third time. I guess it's not my place to get angry, if it is really that important.

That svcks, but life does come first and sometimes it unavoidable.

Best of wishes to you Bebop. :wave:



Giving up on an RP is one thing, but life is a mistress that is not easily ignored, and there is little Bebop can do about unforseen circumstances.

Subaru, perhaps you should come up with an RP of your own.

I'm waiting.....

Closed per OP request.