Iron-jaw stared into the eyes of Endreg Ice-helm from the distance. A powerful sensation of pure anger and hate then went through his whole body. Hs wanted his flesh to be tared apart... and he wanted it now. The were wolf charge straight for the gate at full speed and almost broke it opened. A baricade made by Ice-helms men were the only thing keeping it closed. The were wolf then picked up a boulder and threw it against the gate, leaving a large hole in it. Iron jaw and the other wolves then tared away at the door.

John stabbed the wolves threw the hole trying to push them back with his sword. It was no use... all hope was gone. In a matter in minuets they would get through.

''The wolves are getting through! Ice-Helm, we need to fall back!''

Why wouldn't they attack Anvil first?? They wanted something here.. or someone.... If they got what they wanted would Anvil be next??
All I know is that we need allies from Anvil to help us here. If only there was a way to give me enough time to get there and return with more men!!

OOC: I love this! It's like the battle of Helm's deep in Lord of the rings.

"No John! We hold the grounds!" yelled Endreg from the walls. He leaped off the wall, recovering with a skillful roll. He saw the werewolves indeed fighting for their lives. The Werewolves had now taken the gateway. Endreg saw the beast, Iron-jaw, ripping through his men.

"You, Hircine's pup! Come pick a fight, yer mate whined and yelped as I ripped off her head!" yelled Endreg as he charged the giant beast.

But a few werewolves blocked his way. The first came at him and Endreg flung the shield at the wolf, slamming into its face. Endreg charged, cutting down another wolf and then rammed his blade into the wolf he had hit with his shield. "Skaal warriors! Make defensive lines! Bring forth the Ulv-Brannsar!" and at this call, a giant of a High Elf stepped through the ranks, clad in a strange Elven and Ebony armor, with a black sash draqed across his chest, carrying an Ebony katana in each hand . The Ulv-Brannsar was an Altmer vampire, and one of the most powerful sorcerers alive.

"Burn them, and send them to their master in Oblivion!" said Endreg, and by Azura it was a sight. The High Elf let forth a blazing inferno, combined with lightning. It truly was an awesome sight as maybe 20 werewolves were charred to hell. "Good work my friend." and the High Elf simply nodded, pulling his plumed elven helmet over his face, unsheathing his katanas, he dove into the fray.

Endreg was cutting wolves left and right. Trying desperately to get to Iron-jaw.

OOC: Dude this IS like Helm's Deep! And I didn't even plan it like this.

Iron-Jaw pushed his wolves out of the way. He wanted the Nord for himself. He got ready to jump at the Nord, ready to crush it and tear it apart.

Meanwhile John fought a big black-furred wolf. It slammed him against the wall but john stabbed it in the the neck ,saving himself. The wolf fell dead on top of John... pouring blood all over his face. He struggled to get the 500 lbs wolf off him as he tried to get to Iron-Jaw.

"Come on you son of a [censored]!" and Endreg lunged at Iron-jaw. He caught the wolf mid-flight and slashed his ribs, but Iron-jaw caught him by the arm and flung Endreg into a wall.

Endreg recovered and faced the wolf again, sword drawn. The beast had hell in his eyes, slowly nearing Endreg. Endreg's grand armor was rended at the hauberk. Then the two charged, Endreg ramming his blade into the beasts belly, and Iron-jaw biting the shoulder of Endreg while taking him to the ground. The two struggled and rolled on the ground, Iron-jaw was massive and crushing Endreg's shoulder with his bite. Endreg gave a savage twist and ripped out his blade, mustering up all his strength he kicked off the giant wolf.

"You wanna go again, pup!"

EDIT: Hope I didn't character control Long John. Iron-jaw is still, alive... kind of, I did rip a hole in his stomach.

The wolf howled and whimpered from the pain of his wounds. But his anger surpassed the pain. He then charged at Ice-helm in the same fashion this time, grabbing each side of the nords waste and got ready to toss him. Iron-Jaw groweld and flung Ice-helm against a wall and charged at him ready to jump on him...

John got the wolf off him and went to help Endreg Ice-Helm. John saw how badly the wolf wanted to kill Ice-helm. it was him he wanted.
A flaming brown wolf then charged at John. It ran right into his blade. John pulled the sword out then swung around decapitating another wolf from behind him. John continued to go towards Iron-jaw and Ice-helm but was stopped by a group of 8 wolves. They circled John. He was doomed.

"Beasts!" the Ulv-Brannsar roared, he let forth a bolt of lightning killing 4 of the wolves surrounding John, and then grabbed another by the ears and rammed both of his blades into the wolves throat, and sliced in opposite directions.

"Endreg! You need help!" said the Altmer, "No, just leave him to me," said Endreg picking himself up, "Now come on dog, do yer worst! I dare you!" and so Iron-jaw slashed Endreg's face. Endreg turned his head slowly. "You're a dead MAN!" and grabbed Iron-jaw by the throat, stabbing the enormous werewolf at least 4 times in the chest, the thing was tough.

Endreg finally threw down his sword, looking at the werewolf on the ground, roaring at him, guts spilling out of his mid-section. "This helm I wear, is yer mate's head! This is her fur I wear on me! And soon, I shall wear you!" and with this Endreg leaped on the werewolf, rammed his fist up into its chest and ripped out its heart.

"Hircine! You have no servant! I hold his heart!"

Isaac sat in the council room, tapping a finger against the arm of the chair. A major decision was resting on his shoulders, one that he knew could both, curse and benefit the vampires.

His people had few allies, other then there spread out clans. The werewolves number grew larger by night AND day, plus if the hounds wanted, they could easily cause trouble in the city. Hircine obviously had a much bigger army then Isaac, not to mention more territory of his own. If Isaac hoped to defeat him, he would need more then just pride filled vampires.

Thurdos walked into the room, bowing before Isaac. "You sent for me, my lord?"

Isaac nodded, raising a glass of blood to his lips and taking a sip. He then set it back down on the large table.

"Tell me, Thurdos. What do you think of our situation?" Isaac said.

"Well..." his most trusted councillor hesitated, "All though we do have a city, it would be very hard for us to advance from it. If we left it undefended, then the hounds could easily overrun it once more. And soon, we will have to move out of the city for more cattle."

Isaac nodded. "I have been considering our options, and it seems to be as if we are low on numbers for each of them. We need allies Thurdos." Isaac said, taking another sip of his drink.

"Allies, indeed. But who would aid us? All the vampire clans are rallying in this city. I doubt the Fires of Norar would reach out to Skyrim." Thurdos said, referring to a signal fire that was placed on the top of the White Gold Tower when the werewolves first came.

"I do not mean for our brothers and sisters, Thurdos. I speak of those that once exiled us." Isaac said grimly, Thurdos's eyes widening.

"B-but! Milord, they are no more trust worthy then the beast at our door, if not less! It was they who was our mortal enemies long before this."

"Before this. Times have changed, Thurdos. If we are to survive, we must change as well... for now. The beacon was created to attract anyone who served the empire to come to its aid, and indeed many shall serve us."

"But still, milord. Are you sure about this? There are other ways you know! The Dark Brotherhood perhaps."

"Do not speak of them! They are nothing more then cowards with knives." Isaac snapped, his eyes seeming to turn red for a moment. ".. Go, Thurdos. Light the beacon... the time has come for change."

Thurdos stood still for a moment, and then bowed before leaving the room.

Isaac sighed, taking a sip of his drink. That was one matter out of his way... but another one layed deep in his mind.


***

Thurdos grabbed a torch on his way to the top of the tower. As he exited the trapdoor to the roof, he gazing toward the direction of Hircine's Shrine. A few yellow lights could be seen, Thurdos assuming them to be from torches. He let out a sigh, looking to the wood encircling the edge of the tower. He then set the torch against it, letting the wood light up and cast its glow upon Cyrodil for all to see.

"It is done, milord." Thurdos said, leaping off the edge of the tower, falling, falling, and then landing in the market district. He moved his legs a little. His clan were known for there great agility, and legends say that they were one of the breeds that created the legendary Nighthallow clan. Wether it was true or not, Thurdos always did enjoy leaping off great heights. He wondered how much longer he would live to do so as he looked toward the burning fire on the White Gold Tower, which rivaled the glow of the Blood Moon.

"How much time, indeed..."

John ran towards Ice-helm walking through the guts of Iron-jaw who still twitched and whimpered as he slowly bled to death. Endreg was bleeding. Badly. John handed him a potion of cure disease. His last one left. Luckily John wasn't scratched or bit. John couldn't tell if Endreg got bit across the jugular.
''Ice-helm we need to fall back further into the Fort,'' said John.

ooc: ok sorry guys when i saw the post jonas was gone I didn't know is i should post or not but since he's back I'll post again, sorry mr. boom lol.))

ic:

Dante Stood in the corner of the council chamber hearing over Isaacs and this man named Thurdon' conversation. It was pleasing to be away from the werebeasts for a change. He could all too well remember the night when he was hunted by a pack of them from the skyrim boarder.He had killed what he thought to be a leader of that pack, now that he thinks on how he was hunted his judgment was probably wrong. He so easily departed that beast from this realm of existance. Soon his gaze was brought back to the two Thurdon had taken his leave leaving isaac alone sipping at his drink. Dante did not particularly like staying too long around vampires, He had his fair share of them when he worked as a silencer for one in his days in the Dark brotherhood, but in this current situation and time he saw it neccessary to hold such alligiences. He slowly approached Isaac from the shadows, his scarf perfectly masking his lower face and hanging about his back as a cape over his left shoulder. His scimitars vibrantly glew in the gloom. "You are taken much risk to gain allies such as men. For long have they feared and hunted your kind." He spat out in a minor rude gesture.

Isaac looked toward Dante, then dropped his drink, immidietly standing.

"How did you get here?" he hissed, "Further more, how have we not picked up your scent?"

Farus rode through the forest of Cyrodil, heading toward the border of Skyrim. He had gathered his calvary of two hundred to follow him. Isaac sent him there, because on his way to the Vampiric Fort where Isaac found him, the Lord mentioned a massive valley with many hounds.

Farus could now smell blood in the air, and faintly hear howls coming from the north.

"Riders! Formation behind me!" he shouted, his troops gathering up behind him. "We ride faster then the winds on this night! Let us show Hircine who the true hunters are!" Farus began riding forward, his troops following.

A hour or so later, they found themselves looking down at a valley, where what appeared to be a large fort was under siege by werewolves. Alot of them.

"What in Lucien's name is going on here?" Farus said to himself, noticing many humans fighting back the werewolves. All though they were once mortal enemies of the vampires, the hounds were a even greater threat. And wether Farus liked it or not, the Beacon on top the White Gold Tower had been lit, and soon many mortals would be arriving. He might as well help in creating some sort of alliance.

"Hold strong, mortals!" Farus shouted, sliding his helmet onto his head and drawing his blade, "You do not stand alone on this night! Get in formation, all of you! May your blades strike at these beast strong and swift, and may Hircine feel the wrath of the Covenant!" Farus raised his blade forward, "CHARGE!"

He began riding toward the werewolves, his troops following with there blades, spears, and crossbows poised to kill. Many of the werewolves turned, howling loudly toward the oncoming troops.

And then, the forces collided.

"Thank you John, alright we'll fall ba-" and Endreg was interrupted by the battlecry of someone, beyond the walls. Suddenly, a mass of cavalry slammed into the werewolves, being cut down and broken within seconds. Where this force had come from, Endreg didn't know, but he was thankful. Endreg gulped down the potion, raised himself up, pulled the Wolf-head helmet back over his head and yelled, "Charge Skaal!" and the remaining men charged into the battle.

Endreg cut down a werewolf in his path, grabbed another by the throat and stabbed it in the gut, a green, putrid smoke rising from the wound as the Nordic Silver burned it. The Skaal themselves were doing a fine job, the heavily armored warriors were staying in tight groups of three, back-to-back, killing wolves.

The battle continued, the wolves were dwindling.

''On seconed thought.. I'll continue to fight.,'' said John feeling a rush of courage going through him. Little did he know, the courage was just stupidity.

John dipped his sword into oil then let it on fire with a torch. He thought of the fate of his family and friends. Those [censored] wolves will pay. They took everything from me. I will fight to my last breath.
John charged along with the men of skaal's men running outside the burrow gates with his his sword out. One of the huge balck-furred wolves charged at him with his gaping mouth. John swung his blade at it's and cut the bottom part of it's head in to. He continued to swing the flamed blade like an animal aiming for the neck each swing.

Then another large alpha wolf walked up to John, not nearly the size of Iron-jaw but still HUGE. It knocked him to the ground. On the ground John swung his blade at it's leg bringing it to it's Knees. John got up and swung his blade at it's neck, but the wolf grabbed his blade with it's mouth and snapped it in half. The defeated Nord began to run the opposite direction. The wolf grabbed him by the ear with his teeth before he could get away, it was all he could grab. The wolf swung his jaw, causing John to flip and hit the ground. Most of the skin on his face was torn off.

The wolf prepared to prounce at John and finish it. Then out of nowere on of Ice-helms biggest came from behind the wolf and slit it's neck. The wolf was tough it wouldn't go down. It's thick must have prevented the sword from cutting anything important. The wolf grabbed the warrior by the arm with his mouth and snapped off his arm. The Nord fell to ground and bled as some of the smaller wolves chewed into him.

This all gave john enough time to get up with two short sword found on the ground. The two ran at each other. John stabbed one sword into the wolves neck and another into it stomach as the wolf bit at the top of John head. Pushed the sword in the wolves stomach up, with both hands opening it's body. The wolf fell down and died.

John realized he was being watched by couple of cubs waiting to attack him. John swung one sword and decapitated them both in one blow.

He was into much pain. He fell to ground. Most of his facial skin was gone he had numerous bitse and claw mark on him and he must have had more then ten bones broken. He pulled out a cross bow and leaned against a dead body sitting up and he continued to fire at any wolf that came at him.

OOC: That wasn't too much was it?

Not at all. ))

Arrows flew in the air, pelting the beast rapidly. Farus cut his way through many with great strength.

"Fight mortals! Stand and fight these damned beast!" he shouted, a spear from one of his men slamming into a wolf next to him. His troops continued cutting there way through. They would not allow such minor things as beast stop them, that was something Farus knew. The only thing Farus hoped was that the battle would be finished before morning... otherwise.

Dante stood there just a couple of feet away, with Isaacs quick move to stand, Dante didn't flinch his hand to his weapons. Instead he crossed his arms and slowly moved about the room looking around, but not for one second taken his attention off isaac. "I have my own resource of skills." He pulled his scarf from his face. "I know how to make my presence around vampires.. unhinted. Quite common with Dark brotherhood silencers.. Ex-Silencers aswell. How I got here? Well I followed you for a time. When I saved your dangeling ass from the broken bridge I thought to stick around for awhile, I knew something about you was, strange, but as you paced away from the sun into an old alyd ruin I became more suspicious. I camped outside waited and then followed you to this place... I shall say Cyrodill' capital is not what I remember for some years."

Isaac scowled, "While I am indeed grateful for you saving me back at that valley, you should know that this is a city of vampires. If you wish to survive, you should leave now, and stick out of our affairs unless you have something to contribute. The fact that I let you live shows just how far my gratitude goes."

OOC: Holy [censored], John is a [censored]. I love this battle! And this is my first RP!!

IC:

Endreg was facing an Alpha, a giant black beast. The two circled each other and then lunged, Endreg and the wolf grabbed each others throats. The wolf was squeezing the life out of Endreg, but he had to make one final push, a last desperate attempt. Endreg raised his sword with all his strength, but the wolf was simply too strong, and even Endreg, a mighty chieftain of the Skaal, couldn't hold on to the sword as the wolf grabbed his arm and twisted it.

The silver bladed broadsword fell from Endreg's hands. His vision going black, and then a sharp chewing sensation enveloped Endreg's shoulder. But suddenly the wolf let loose and let out a sharp yelping howl. Endreg's vision began to return as the wolf let go, and Endreg saw a vampire clad in black chainmail with a silver spear rammed through the alpha wolf.

Endreg pulled himself back, his strength returning, picked up his sword and cut the wolf's head clean off in a single swipe. "Thank you, night-walker." and the vampire nodded. "Push men!" and that's when Endreg noticed John, leaning on a corpse, "By the Nine." Endreg ran to John, a cub jumped in his path baring its teeth, Endreg sliced through its shoulder and came back up to slice through its jaw.

"John, you're half dead, come on with me." and Endreg grabbed John by arm and lifted him over his shoulder, "Vanguard, give me cover back to the Keep, now hold fast men!" and so ten of the personal Skaal guardsman followed Endreg and the bleeding John back to the threshold of the keep.

OOC EDIT: And I hope I wasn't character controlling you John, if I was I can edit?

Dante smirked. "Contribute? I have my blades, my skills, and similar hatred against these beasts as you have." Dante' smirk soon went away and shot out a seriousness giving hint he wasn't going to leave any time soon. "You also need all the help you can get! Mortal or not, there are others on this damned world that have far more capabilities then vampires. Few perhaps, but im here standing before you and you would be a fool to pass up any oppertunity for good help." He kept his face his hands now restign on their hilts but Dante spoke thruth, common sense really.

Isaac looked toward Dante, a smirk coming on his lips. "Obviously, someone was listening to what I just told Thurdon. You are welcome in this city, as long as you dont cause trouble. If any of my people give you a hard time, tell me or Thurdon. You can also go about the city, asking what aid you can lend in helping us gain territory."


If you want to do the latter, PM me and I can give you a list of questgiverish people. ))

Dante' smirk came back as he gave a slight bow. "I will take my leave then and leave you to your peace. May Nocturn smile apon you!" After said and done Dante lifted his scarf once more over his lower face and exited the room. He now had something worth fighting for, and a foe worth fighting against. In the shadows of his exit only the faint glow of his blades could be seen from the hilts.

OOC: No it's fine. he would be too weak to anything else. lol



John looked at his reflection on a shiny shield. Half of his face looked like raw meat. ''I look like a zombie.'' he mumbled, ''So what now? They're winning, aren't they?''

Dante came outside to what was known as the palace quarter, there were various homes (hovels) built on top the graveyards. many vampires walked about each stareing at him relentlessly. He gave no hees to their glares or pitifull sharp tongued insults and veiled threats. He used to work under a vampire anyways in his past. But this was the first time walking amongst a whole city of the shadow stalkers. He looked around for a charitable type to give him information. Soon he found what he was looking for, some vampires in some kind of heavy armor, looked ebony. He approached and saw what seemed to be a captain, or maybe higher rank of vampire. Dante didn't know much on Vampire clans and their rankings, this one seemed important enough. As he got close enough he halted his approach and gave a brief bow. "Who is in charge here? I am looking for some work."

"Yes John, I think we're winning." Endreg replied, looking around to see the remaining wolves being cut down, "John you look like hell. Sjoring! Get the shaman! This man's badly hurt!" ordered Endreg. He got up and surveyed the scene. His men were mopping up the rest of the wolves, with the help of the their vampire saviors. The gate was almost completely destroyed, over fifty men had died, and many more wounded.

Hircine, I will kill you, soon thought the Skaal chieftan. And then the shaman came to John, and began his work of incantations and applying salves, "You're going to be in a bit of a trance, friend." said the old shaman, taking out a bundle of strange leaves, then grinding them up and lighting them into embers. The shaman began to wave the smoking bowl in front of John, "Sleep, rest now."

John felt light headed and drowsy. A good feeling though, not like the awful feeling were you were felt sick on Skooma, this was much better. John looked at ice-helm, ''Good that we're winning but what about after we win? The wolves will make a new leader and avenge they're old one. We're do these wolves stay? We need to attack THEM and kill there god.'', said John in a soft and quiet voice. He then felt so tired he could even lift his arm. He then drifted off into a the most relaxing sleep he's ever.