A pale faced vampire turned, observing Dante with great blue eyes.

"Hmmph. You wont make it far, but never the less. I sent a group of my troops to a Aylied ruin at the south, to take it as a command post. This was three hours ago. The sun will be up soon... Go, reinforce them. I will se-"

"VARIDUS." a female voice said, a woman walking out of a crypt, dressed in black robes. "I have received word from our prisons. The insane cultist have ended up killing themselves, somehow. We need more cattle."

She then looked to Dante, Varidus groaning. "Very well... Who ever you are, go and collect the cultist while you are on the job. The Aylied ruin is to the south."

Dante Looked at both vampires and nodded. "So cattle, and clear out a ruin. Sounds easy." He said with sarcasm, giving a smirk under his scarf. "Alright right, I'll see what I can do." With a respectfull bow dante turned about and beggan his exit of the city. Soon my blades, you will feed, and great will be the blood of the enemy.

Farus watched the rest of the wolves run or be slaughtered. "Formation, now!" he shouted, his troops looking to him before riding behind him in formation. "Who is the leader of these people?" he shouted, his troops ready for combat if worse came to worse.

However, John's dream wasn't so pleasant. He walked in plain of tall grass and in the plain stood Hircine himself raised and standing proudly on a rock.
''You've been bitten... soon you shall belong to me! Regardless of your healed from infection by the witch doctor... your rightfully mine! Soon I'll take Ice-helm as well!'', Said the deadra.
''Not if I kill you first!!,'' screamed John. He took out his sword then charged and swung at Hircine. The deardra disappeared into a black mist.
John looked up at the blood-red sky, he saw his family being ripped apart by a large black alpha wolf. It was black and missing and and eye. The eye he did have was shined bright blue. He then saw anvil, skaal's burrow, anvil, and the summerset isles being destroyed by the wolves.
Then he saw Endreg Ice-helm in battle with Hircine. Ice-helm was utterly destroyed.
John yelled up at the sky, ''You lie Hircine!''

"John, wake up!" yelled Endreg, John seemed to be having a nightmare... and he mentioned Hircine. Then Endreg heard the commanding voice of the leader of the riders who'd come to the aid of the Skaal. "I am Endreg Ice-Helm, Cheiftan of Skaal's Burrow. I thank you for your aid, but may I ask who you are and where you came from?" said Endreg, still clad in his now bloodied armor, but still looking like that of a Skaal Chieftan.

John awoke. He must have slept for a few hours. He heard wolves being killed off out side. He heard them whimpers and growl as they died. John face was still in great pain, he had bandages wrapped around the right side of his face were the wolf got him. His spine and limbs ached and his head felt like it was going to explode.
John got up, as the shaman tried to stop him. He looked out side, few wolves were left. He looked at Endreg, ''I think we won.''

After leaving the city a few hours of walking distance behind him, Dante wandered around to the south keeping low and following light foot trails. They were a couple of days fresh, and with their light imprints they were vampires. Dante followed them untill he reached old marble structures scattered a few distances apart and then he found the center of the old ruin. A cracked spire with a circular entry way leading down to a door. Dante observed the ground about the entrance, there were signs of a struggle, no a battle. with a new set of precise paw prints, Dante knew what would be inside the dark halls. With what little humanity he had within his dark, killing sheel, he hoped that some vampires had survived. A loud cracking of sticks came from behind him , something was going to strike. with no hesitation Dante got up turned to face the attacker and flashed out his scimitars dropping into his combat stance. Froststriked in his left hand out in front tilted horizontaly, Heatscar in its backwards position behind his back, tilted horizontaly aswell. Both blades glew vibrant, as if they were alive, thirting for blood and flesh.

Dante stood there, a gust of wind had picked up flapping his cape like scarf behind him, essence of shadow misting itself from the scarf itself. He eyed the bushes bending his kness preparing to dodge or jump forward. More cracking came, he tightened his grip and as soon as something appeared his legs dropped and almost pushed him forward. But as the target came clearer Dante slowly stood back up his blades now to his sides. It was a vampire soldier. He held his right hand over his left shoulder, which was wet with blood, in his left hand, an elven long sword the blade blackened by the werebeast blood. They both glared at each other until Dante sheathed his blades and bowed slightly to show he ment no harm to the soldier. "I was sent here to help with the ruin. By the looks of the prints on the ground, you guys had a tough fight." The soldier dropped his blade to his side and sighed. "We were outnumbered, and ambushed. we came, there was only two of the damn things, raveging at their latest meal. We came out and soon we were surrounded by them. We came with five good men and I believe to be the last. I set up camp far from here, in hopes someone would come for me, and to heal." Dante approached him and inspected his wound. "Your healing is slow for a vampire, must be the wolvs advantage over you guys. Its strange. Are you able to fight?" The man looked at his wound and attempted to swing his sword. "Im slow with the blade, I wouldn't last, But you however should have no problems by what i've seen of your reflexes to your battle stance, how quickly you readied your blades. And Im guessing you can sneak better then I can, you have the appearal of an assassin. I don't want to slow you down."

Dante nodded. "Then get back to your city, I'll clean up whats left." The man sheathed his sword and began his way. Dante turned around giving a last look at the outside of the ruins and took a deep breath. this would be tough...

OOC: I am not currently able to play Oblivion, so I cannot properly remember where the Cyrodiil shrine is. I'll just take a wild jab at it.

IC: After yet another blackout, Barius slowly blurred back into vision. What he saw was shocking. This time it wasn't chanting cultists, but screaming cultists getting slaughtered by survivers. He watched the spectacle until the armor-clad men finish the slaughter. One man who seemed even more armored walked up to Barius and said, "What is your name, scum?" It was a vampire. And the voice sounded rather familiar. "B-Barius. Those dogs made off with me for gods know why while I was sleeping in Anvil."

The man hesitated and then said, "Your story checks out, but I've still got my eye on you. I once was known as Count Skingrad, long before the Bloodred Moon. Me and my men- mostly mortals- have held out in our fair city's castle. Until... We saw it. The fires atop White-Gold Tower. For one reason or another, we are needed in Imperial City. Will you come as hostage or soldier, Barius?"

Lost for words at his sheer luck, Barius simply said, "Soldier". The count then smashed the cage open and let him out.

The Count then turned to the Hircine statue and said, "I shall kill you, you murderous filth," and started walking with his group to Imperial City. [i] This is going to be fun,[i] thought Barius, who tagged along.

ooc: Sorry looong post, but its supposed to be awsome. You guys might recognize a certain setting near the end

The halls were dark and silent. The only light was the small portions luminating from magical crystals on the walls. Dante moved quickly but muffeled his steps as he crept along the wynding corridors. Down steps from the entrance, and following the long hallway to a large room, filled with pillars which held welkynd stones. Dante inspected the floor, and at the same time kept himself aware of another presence inside the ruins. There was much ash, those soldiers who did survive must have pushed their way into this room, but battled many more beasts. There were too, several human corpses, naked corpses. These must have been the lycans. It didn't take long for the stench of dead flesh made its way to Dante, but he held himself. He had been through worse over the years. As he ended his inspection, now across the room, he made his way through an opened grating showing a stone door with blue glowing runes, forming a tree. For a stone door, it was soft in sound as he pushed it open.

Now more steps brought Dante to an even larger room. Most of it was filled with water, and a slim bridge lay itself extending to the other end. This room was a bit brighter. On the ceiling was a large cluster of bright glowing crystals, like a chandelier. How beautifull architecture the alyeds had. But the beauty is a mask of what power and evil they held. Dante now made his way across the bridge staying low, about half way. Soon he stopped. His senses spotted danger. Soon two crystals, one on each side of the bridge glew red then cast some spell at him. Dante dropped to his belly, making both fireballs collide making a loud roaring bang. Damnit all! Dante whispered as he hoped no lycan had heard. But the bellowing howls that came deeper within the ruin dropped any hope. Dante crawled to the other side of the bridge slipping into the shadows into the next chamber. He wasn't suprised when two lycans had dashed passed him and stopping at the door watching the bridge. Dante waited, for almost two minutes, but the creatures didn't move. There was no other way, he had to take them down, the larger one had showed signs of taking in Dantes scent.

As it turned to Dantes corner, it met its doom. Dante was already behind it, his hands placed in key locations on its head. And with a swift twist, the beasts neck cracked hoarsely, as Dante let go, the thing fell to the floor face first. But now his presence was known, and the other Lycan shrieked out a loud howl. Clearly it was calling for aid. Dante now flashed out his scimitars and cut it down in mid howl, slicing heatscar across its chest, cutting deep and sending a searing pain through its veins, and next came Froststrike cutting its neck. The blood that had spat out didn't reach far, it froze in place making red ice and as the lycan fell backwards and hit the floor it shattered. The first kill for the twin blades in a long while, the only time though, the enchantments would be so strong, their energy had saved over the passed few weeks, making those strikes fatal.

Now more howeling came from within the dark corridors. Dante made no time to make his way deeper. Passing side chambers, and more hallways. He didn't want to explore, he wanted to follow the howls. This time, the hunters became the hunted, and Dante so loved to hunt good prey. After only a few minutes of sprinting swiftly deeper, he found his dead end. A small room, a burial chamber with only one coffin in the center. Dante didn't need to find a way out, he took a stand on top the marble stone coffin his blades ready, Frostrike out front, Heatscar behind in its backwards position. Soon the scuffeling of feet, or paws was heard, but through the small entry way came not lycans, but eight Vampire soldiers, one of them the same that Dante met outside. His wound was healed fully, but he held no smile. "Took you long enough didn't it?" Dante said with an sarcastic attitude. Soon more, faster paced steps could be heard, and more howling. "Well Don't stand in the door get over here and lets show these s'witts fear!" The vampires made no question, they made a line Dante in the center, swords drawn. Soon the yellow eyes of the wolvs could be seen down the hallway. They came closer and closer, and soon another large grey werewolf entered, its snout curled showing its teeth growling as it made a leap to Dante.

Dante had started his dance already, hopping forward to meet his enemy his legs bent underneath him, barely making him flip backwards, but made impact into the creatures chest, giving enough momentum to push it back tiltign its back to the ground and Heatscar stabbing into its heart, and they made impact to the ground making the firey blade sink deeper through slamming into the marbel floor. Now the battle had begun, the vampires had charged into the first group of lycans that entered, Dante yanked heatscar out of the carcass and froststrike was already sliced into another lycan, cutting into its stomach making it clutch at the wound painfully and falling to the floor. Now Dante was on the defensive. A lycan had swept its claws fiercely at him. He moved backwards as one claw went to his chest, then svcked in his gut as another went for his stomach, then ducking the first came back to strike his head.

After some dodging Dante now could predict the creatures next move, He steped back as it tried to gut him again then it lept forward with both claws aimed at Dante' chest. He side stepped leaving froststrike in the beasts path gutting it, then heatscar came round as dante made a spin cutting at the spine. The thing fell, limp as a fish. Eleven lycans had died and thirteen more had entered, the last of the clan that had taken refuge in these ruins. Their dispatchment was quick however, as the vampires found their own rhythem and cut the rest down. Now the troop rested for a few minutes. Dante had taken out his supplies for his blades. using a red cloth to wipe the black blood stains from the blades and then sharpening stones. Ten more minutes had passed now, the Vampires had split up to check the ruins for cattle. Dante was in the small chamber still inspecting the walls. There's always secret passages, or rooms. He muttered sliding his hand along the wall. Then his attention went to the lone coffin. A square tablet with a glowing circle in the middle seemed to stand out. Dante approached it aand pushed it with his hands. It slid in roughly and the three walls fell, showing Cultists behind them. They all wore robes, dark in color. About ten of them.

Soon the vampires came back with a few more cultists. "Well done Dunmer. These should last a while. We better get back to the city. These men will stay and guard these halls." The Imperial vampire motioned his hands and the cultists followed after him. The ruins were now safe, and the journey back to the surface was quick and easy. As they reached the outside, they made their way back to the once known Imperial city.

Farus looked to Endreg, his blade still drawn.

"I am Farus, one of the six council members of the Union. I hail from the city of Teregar, or as one would once know it as the Imperial City." Farus gestured to the flame on top the white gold tower, "We have invited all races to come and unite under our banner, against the hounds. Soon, once we have gained a good defense of our land, we shall push to the east."

He then gestured to his troops behind him, "We must find shelter from the sun soon, for we are vampires. If you would be kind to show hospitality..."

Endreg got up and looked at his saviors. He hadn't noticed it before, and he probably wouldn't have unless this man had told him, but they were vampires. "Well Farus, I have a place for all of you to stay, Underneath the fort is a large system of tunnels and caverns, you can stay there until nightfall." Endreg looked at them all hesitantly.

"I'll have one of my men show you the entrance. As for your proposition to the Imperial City, I regret to say that I'll be staying here, and this man lying on the ground is to take my people to Anvil so they can make their way to Summerset Isle, once he recovers of course." Endreg walked over to one of his bodyguards, "Captain, take these men into the caverns." "Aye sir"

Farus got off his horse, gesturing for his followers to do so. He then followed the man, caution visible in his eyes. He did not know if the mortals would show the hospitality of not attacking them while they sleeped, but he knew that they would pay the price if they did so, wether by his hand or by the might of the Unions.


***

Isaac stood on top one of the Imperial City's many towers, gazing at the forest of Cyrodil. Soon, the sun would be rising, and many of the vampires were already moving underground. He however, would not be doing so. Not until the sky began to turn blue, but even then Isaac took notice of many clouds blocking out the stars, the Bloodmoon's glow to the west waning... turning toward the city's direction, in full force.

Something about it seemed different then most. Of course some of the hounds were damned to stay in there wolf body, but they usually wondered in dens. Something about being nocturnal, Isaac guessed.

"Sir?" a vampiric guardsmen said behind Isaac, seeming to be on a final patrol. The vampire lord turned, to listen. "The cultist... they began laughing. They say that 'he' is on his way."

Isaac sneered, "Why have they been acting this way." he said, looking to the Blood Moon once more. The glow seemed to be getting brighter by the second.


Then suddenly, a beam seemed to be cast off it, heading behind Isaac! He and the guard turned, the beam seeming to be casting itself against the White Gold tower, it renamed to the Bloodsky Tower, many howls emitting in the forest around the Island.

"He is here..." Isaac said, drawing his Dai-Katana and running down the guard tower's step, heading to the Bloodsky Tower.


Upon entering it, he took notice that the two guards that kept the Council Chamber locked lay dead, axe wounds visible on there chest and arms.

Isaac growled, walking to the door and pushing it open, the guard he was speaking to following.


"At last," a strong, demonic voice said, "we may speak, Hunter of the Night." Isaac knew all to well who it was that spoke, who's voice emitting from behind the deer head it was. He knew exactly who it was, that sat on the Vampire Lords throne.

Isaac wasted not a second, beginning to dash at Hircine with his blade raised.

"Let this end!" he shouted, his guard following. Hircine stood, raising his spear slowly to the oncoming vampire. A powerful force shot from it, slamming into Isaac and the guard, the two being flung against the floor of the council room. Hircine leaped into the air, then came down upon the guard, slamming his spear into its chest and ripping through the armor.

Isaac began to push himself up, but then let out a loud yell as the wounds inflicted upon the alpha he had fought began to sting sharply. He collapsed on his hands and knees, Hircine now standing over him.

"Though the gifts can not be in harmony, you shall always hold a peace of mine in your body, Hunter of the Night." the Daedric Lord said, grabbing Isaac by the neck and slowly lifting him up. "I have not come to kill you, but to welcome you to the ninth hunt. If you can reach my citadel before the years end, you will be worthy to fight me."

Isaac's wounds continued to sting greatly, he feeling blood begin to roll out of them.

"And since the odds will be against you, I shall give you one minor gift, from me. One that will make you the greatest hunter of your species. I do this, for I seek a great predator, and you have a chance to be that. Show me you are worthy to battle me, and perhaps you may have your revenge..."

Just as Isaac's vision began to turn dark, he could feel himself hit the ground. Vision and oxygen returned to Isaac, Hircine no where in sight. The helmet of one of the guards lay in front of Isaac's face, reflecting it. And on his face, he saw something different in his eyes. There color, a luminous yellow.

OOC: Ok, seriously. I have no time to RP at all. I'm going to have to pull out. I'm just wasting character space. Sorry.

It had been a whole day since their journey had begun, and they were now going across the bridge to Imperial City. The Bloodmoon had been continuously pulsing stronger and stronger until, no!, it cast a beam of light, which soon shut off. Something was happening. They crossed the bridge, gotten off it and were now heading to the City. Barius noticed something wrong with the guards. There eyes glowed red, and their skin was pale. "My kin? What are they doing here?!" blurted Count Skingrad. He jogged up to the wary guards and questioned, "What the hell have you done to our beautiful city? I swear if you laid a finger on a single innocent..."

"Oh shut up. We fought a great battle against Hircine's followers here. The city is a safe haven... for us, at least. Oh how I would looove to rip your party's throats, but we're under strict orders from the New Emporer to allow mortals to fight alongside us."

"I'll take that as a good sign. Who is this "New Emporer"?"

"He who stopped our quarrells. He who united us all. He who led the fight against the occupied city... Isaac, the New Emporer, you fool!"

"I'll have you know I once was the Count of Skingrad. Now out of my way, I am here to offer my services to the "New Emporer"," said the Count, who then shoved the guard out of his way and, with Barius and the group, walked through the destroyed gates into Talos Plaza and Green Emporer Way.

When they reached the palace gates they found guards dead on the ground, and a deep godly voice coming from inside the Council Chamber. "Damn, we should go in," said the Count, and the group went into the Tower, and opened the Council doors, only to find dead guards, and a gasping vampire laying on the floor.

Isaac looked with horror at his yellow eyes, the lycan disease having done something to him. He then caught the scent of a non-vampire entering the room. Isaac pushed himself up with agility that surprised even himself and leaped back, onto the table of the council to look at the newcomers. Though he may of been bleeding heavily, he would not be taken by surprise.

"Speak your name.." he gasped more then yelled, gripping his neck wound tightly as his luminous eyes gazed at the newcomers, "And your purpose."

Barius was about to speak up, but instead the Count said, "Janus Hassildor, proud Count of Skingrad. My purpose is the fire atop the Tower. We are here to assist you, Emporer," he said. Barius took notice of something. The Isaac was clearly a vampire, but something was wrong. His eyes glowed yellow instead of red.

Isaac nodded, beginning to walk out of the council chamber, down the stairs toward the sewer entrance in the tower.

"It... it is good that you have arrived." he said, continuing to grip his wound. "We will need all the allies we can get for what I plan to do. But right now, I need to rest. We all need to, for the sun is about to cast its rays upon my clan. If you wish to sleep, the beds on the upper level of the city are for free. But be warned, for there have been wolf-masked cultist running about.."

"We shall sleep in the Tiber Septim Hotel, and stay out of your hair until you have a need of us, Emporer. Oh, let me help you..." said Janus, who promptly handed Isaac a vial. "It's a healing potion, made from the leanest venison and finest lady's smock. It should help relieve the pains I see you have... I won't ask what the hell happened. Good day," and with that the group head out for the Tiber Septim, where some slept and others, such as Barius, spent the morning away.

Isaac drank the potion, some of his wounds closing. He sighed, opening the hatch door to the sewers and entering. His face reflected off the water, his yellow eyes seeming to stare at him.


What did he do to me... what am I? Was all Isaac thought to himself before going to his room and getting some sleep. He would find out soon enough, just what exactly it was that had happened to him.

Dante had arrived in time to beat the suns dawning. His temporary Companian had made his own way with the cultists the yhad found in the ruins. Dante stopped as he entered the former palace plaza. Many vampires were making their way underground. They were much like roaches, Dante always thought. In the cover of darkness they made their living, they hunted. And when light shined they scatter. Some thoughts to some people would be of disgust, but Dante had High respect for the nocturnal race. His hands held firmly on their hilts, Dante made a deep breath and then walked back to Isaacs tower. As he entered the large room He saw no one. No guards, no Isaac. Must have gone into the sewers. He muttered then made his way back outside. On his exit however He saw some none vampires, atleast he thought. He stared for a few seconds and when they were out of sight he looked out the door seeing the sky become brighter. "BAH! I'll have to wait untill the Sun sinks back." He shook his head with annoyance then proceeded outside, this time to follow the new comers to the newly Vampiric city.

He followed the group to the Septim hotel and entered behind them. They all had purchased rooms and some rented for later so they could go out and wander, or whatever they wanted to do. Dante pulled his scarff from his face and flipped a coint wich landed on the front counter, then took a seat in the corner resting his feet on the table and leaning the chair back against the wall. "Keep my room available for later, Im not staying long, room 5 as usual!" He said then pulled out Froststrike and slid his fingers across the edge of the blade. How beautifull it looked now, its icey blue glow bright and illuminating. But of course its beauty was just a mask of its lethality.

:prod:

Is this thread still alive, or is it starting to die down a bit? ))

((Idk, im just waiting for people to post.))

((No its alive. I'm just waiting for long John to post, and for Farus to speak up, he's still in Skaal's Burrow. Right now Endreg and the rest are just sort of recovering))

OOC: I can't really do anything with Barius & Janus Hassildor until Mr.Boom decides to make a move with his armies, so I'll use my Anvil people.

IC:

The Anvil Guards waved as the High Elf ship finally sailed away. They were worried about Barius's dissapearance, but not enough to search for him. They began to direct the steady stream of refugees to another boat for transit to Summerset Isles. Things were starting to roll smoothly. However, Ferintor was disturbed from his watchpost at the docks when two High Elf guards came running up to him and panted, "Sir, there is an exhausted refugee bleeding out in the courtyard. He keeps blabbering about needing to see the leader. Since Barius dissapeared, I guess that would be you,". Ferintor got up and jogged to the courtyard.

A bloodied Orc lay in the garden, lowly mumbling. His eyes were yellow. Ferintor went up to him and said, "I am the leader. What is it that you want?"

"Ackkk.... Kvatch..... she burns. There... ackk... was a swarm of werewo... lves. They slaughtered us off guard, I... ughhh... was the only survivor, and I'm [censored] infected! Ughhhh... The swarm... they might be heading here... ackkk. Kill me! Please!"

Ferintor mumbled a thanks and obligingly drew his sword and stabbed the orc's heart. He slumped over. Ferintor turned to the surrounded crowd and shouted, "Prepare for battle!", and they got to work.

It was the day today, the day were John was to bring the survivors of skaal's burrow to the Summerset isles. He had 30 of endreg's finest men to assist him and his only threat were the original wolves who cannot be turned back to humans. At first he thought this would be easy, but now, ever since he had that dream he knew something bad was going to happen. Hircine wanted John.

The men chosen by endreg were friends of John and he was honored to have them by his side. These guys were huge. None of them were any shorter then 6 feet. And all had to be atleast 275 lbs of pure muscle and strength. These were the same men that sluaghtered off the blood pack.

John saw Endreg's men lined up and the survivors behind him in the courtyard, when he got out of bed. There was a more then a hundred men, women, and children in total. He saw the look on their eyes they all wanted one thing. Freedom. John couldn't back down. He couldn't let them down.

Tarn Frost-blood, the commander of skaal's burrow walked up to John, ''You were suppose to awake an hour ago. No matter, the people are ready. Maybe you should say something to them.', said Tarn Frost blood.

John nodded. And thought of something cheeey fast.

He raised his sword, ''People of Skaal's burrow. Today is the day, I bring you freedom. I shall take you to anvil, were you will aboard the ships and go to your new home the summerset isles. Now, we need to get quickly, we will waste no time. You will eat and drink once a day at the most. If your lucky you'll get to sleep. The non-stop walking will be torture, but the reward of freedom and your new life will be like no other.,'' he said.

The people of skaal's burrow raised there weapons or hands, ''FOR FREEDOM!''. They cheerfully yelled.

For freedom.

John led the people out of Skaal's burrows gates and waved goodbye to the people staying behind.

That day they walked for 16 hours straight until midnight were they rested at cave near chorral.. They occasionally heard the howl of the wolf but encountered none. They didn't stop for food that day, as the people had all ready eaten in the morning.

That morning. John was awoken by one of Tarn Frost-blood. ''We're being followed. We spotted a blood-pack of wolves following our trail. Me and 9 other warriors must stay nehind to hold them. We won't live but your still left with 20 men.'', said Frost-blood.

''Ten men against 60 wolves?? You crazy? No way,'' replied John.

''We can lead them away from you though! John, truast me. This is the only way.''

''very well. Your a brave man, Frost blood.''

John continued the journey. Stopping at a river in ther afternoon. ''Catch your own fish and drink as mush as possiable,'' said John. Then that night they slept at a grove near Skingrad.

The thrid day was hard-walking. They didn't stop for anything. During that day they encountered a lone wolf. They made short work of it. By the end of the day they were near Kvatch. Anvill was only a bit of ways away.

''You'll be on your way to Isles tomorrow everyone,'' John told them.

By the fourth day they were there. John knocked on the gates and was let in. Buarus was no were to found. Huh. He must of left somewere.

Everyone was ready to get on the boats to anvil now.

''Ha-ha! You've failed yet again Hircine! Hahahahaha!''