OOC: Hey guys, do me a big favor and make longer more meaningful posts. So far Mr. Boom and I are the only ones who have been doing this. The thread will fill up way too fast if you don't make longer posts. Make em at least 5 or 6 sentences at least, give it a little detail, tell us what you're thinking, etc etc.

IC:

"Aye, the sun sets, don't worry though, the grove is just through these trees." Endreg and his group were just passing through the trees, just as the sun began to set. "Make a fire Belkund, the rest of you, set the traps, Algrim get a the tree and keep watch for half the night, Gelgun you take watch after." Endreg sat down on a log and continued to sharpen his blade, he also polished and sharpened his javelins. He took the bedroll off his back and laid it on the ground.

Soon, there was a small but warm and bright fire, with wolf meat cooking on it. The group was having a small meal; mead, bread, and meat, same as almost every other foray into the wild. "So, you two, tell me a bit more about yourselves." said Endreg, taking swigs of mead and chunks of meat. Soon, the camp was full of the other hunters, "All traps are set, Endreg." "Good, very good. Alright, keep close watch, you all may sleep but I'd like 3 of you awake at once." Endreg got up and walked over to his best warrior in the group, whispering to him "Keep an eye on that Dunmer, I think he's infected."

The Khajiit girl trudged laboriously through the snow as a wisp of mist manifested in front of her mouth with each deep and labored breath. Her cloak was in a ragged mess, and she was beaten and battered from the battle she had just come from. The safe haven was far behind her but it was all that ran through her mind. Do'Riska had sacrificed his life for her. He was like a father to her, how could she have let him die before her eyes? Tears began to well up in her eyes again and a feeling of emptiness began to present itself to her. She was alone and the werewolves would find her within the hour. They smelled her fear. She growled and punched the nearest tree as hard as she could. How?! How could she let him die?!

Amata sank to her knees as she began to sob to herself. She was tired of people dieing for her sake. After a few seconds she stood up once more and set out in a random direction. If they found her she would not go down without a fight. She would fight to the very end and make Do'Riska proud. She would kill the damn wolf who struck him down. An image of the werewolf striking Do'Riska down as he fought valiantly came to her mind. It's triumphant animalistic expression as it dropped him to the floor, it's yellow eyes, it's black fur, it's sharp canine teeth as they tore into his flesh. She will kill it. As she contemplated these things a form appeared out of the mist. A person? No. It was a building, no, a fortress. It rose from the mist, looming down on her as she stared up at it in wonder. Soon, a great wooden gate appeared and she slowly made her way to it.When she reached the gate she looked for a way in when she found a metal latch in the door. She knocked on it and the latch slid open, revealing a pair of cold, steely blue eyes.

"Who goes there?" The blue-eyed gate guard asked suspiciously.

At first Amata couldn't believe she had found another safe haven so close to her old one so she found herself dumbfounded. She quickly recovered from her dumbfounded state to reply, though.

"My name is Ma'Amata, I have brought news from the safe haven northwest of here. It has fallen to a werewolf raid." She replied.

She hoped he allowed her entrance.

"Alright, come in. Ice-helm'll want to hear you out."

The gate guard opened a smaller door in the gate and led her inside.

"Give me your weapons, no questions." He said.

Amata handed over her equipment and he stored them inside a wooden hut off to the side of the gate. He called another guard and instructed him to lead Amata to the throne room. The guard turned to look at her and gave her a hard stare before motioning her to follow him. It wasn't much for elegance, but the inside of the fortress gave off a vibe of power. As they reached the throne, which was empty, the guard turn to her with the same hard expression as before.

"Wait here and don't move a muscle. Your being monitored closely so don't make any false moves while I go and get Ice-helm."

With that the guard turned an left. She stood in front of the throne feeling awkward as she waited.

John looked around for a place to sit right away once they arrived at the grove. Being in the dark basemant allday and everyday he wasn't used to so much walking. He decided to sit down on a large rock near the fire.
''More about me? Well I'm not infected if your wondering but I think I may have gone crazy. But I can't eventell. I've been in the dark basemant for so long. Today however was the first day I've left the basemant sence the wolves came to our neck of the woods,'' said John.
''I have a question for you though... how can you even trust us, Ice-helm?'' asked John.

John was eying everyone very closely as he waited for an answer as the sun was setting. He was ready to pull out his blade as soon as someone looked like they were transforming... to one of them. He wasn't exactly suspicious of anyone in particular but the chances of none of them being infected just seemed so slim.

OOC: Sorry if this is a bit long.


IC: Barius awoke from a nightmare into yet another one. He heard arrows being shot from everywhere and screams of terror. Quickly Barius picked up his bow and quiver and, still in a half sleep, ran outside, assuming the worst. He was right. A score of werewolves was seen trying to cross the waterway to the lighthouse. It was the only way, ever since they had blockaded off the pathway. It made all of the werewolves potshots. However, there is strength in numbers. If any of them got to the island alive, the results would be very bad. Barius quickly joined in on the fun. Drawing an arrow, he aimed slightly above a wolf that had just leapt off the docks. HE released the arrow, which glided and punctured the werewolf's shoulder, but to no avail. Quickly he drew again, this time it landed directly in the werewolf's head. It stopped swimming and started to float slowly away towards the castle. Barius'es friends were making good work also. After all, the only Anvil survivors were guards. Only 10 continued to swim towards the isle. They were halfway there. Barrage after barrage landed upon them, But they still swam onward. But, casualty after casualty, they dwindled down to nothing. The last one rolled over and slowly sunk. The men started cheering, and heading back into the lighthouse. "Another assault, and another failed one. They stand no chance..." But none of them paid enough attention to see one of the 'corpses' to see one stop faking and silently finish the swim.

As the first one to get to the door started to open it, a man in the back started screaming. Everyone looked back, and to their horror saw a werewolf mauling him on the ground. Swords drawn, they all attacked. The werewolf leapt out of the way, but not in time. One of the swords hacked through its paw. When it landed, it started screaming in agony as it tried to get away. But the guards simply closed in and finished the job. Their attention turned to the man lying on the ground. He was cut and bruised all over and groaning. They formed a circle around him and tried to pick him up. However, one of the guards grimfully said, "He's definetely infected. No one can not turn after going through something like that.

The bloody and exhausted guard then stopped breathing. He then mustered up the strength to yell, "Kill me. KILL MEE!" Barius drew his sword and unwillingly obliged.

"We can't go on like this," said Barius. "We make our move tomorrow. The wolves seem to be always coming out of the fo'c's'le. We will raze it to the ground!" The men cheered him on. "Forget the condems and sixbeds in there. All must be destroyed!" Confused the guards decided to cheer him on again. "We move tomorrow. Ready yourselves," Barius said one last time. The guards shuffled back into the lighthouse, and shut the door behind them.

Ughh. I think the Bloodmoon is starting to rise Ocrandas thought to himself clutching his chest.


"Gotta go take a leak" said Ocrandas.

They're suspicious of me. Ice Helm knows one of us is infected. When i get out of sight ill wait and transform, then make a run for it. Yes, that's what he would do. Run away and find new flesh. Ocrandas thought sneakily to himself

Barius grabbed the infected Argonian by the throat and slammed against the Fo'c's'le wall. Caught in daylight, the mob of werewolves was slaughtered an barely put up a fight. The Argonian was left alive for interrogation. "You damned piece of trash, where did you come from?!" shouted Barius.

"Ech... from... hell... go [censored] yourself," struggled the argonian.

Barius drew his sword a pressed it against the Argonian's leg. "You know, it's possible to survive with out this leg. This leg too. And let's not forget your arms. Even your tail! If we do it slowly enough, you could be a torso with a head, lying uselessly on..."

"AAARGGH! I'll talk! I'll talk! We were once from a gargantuan pack, about 200 strong. We were bent on destroying the Imperial city's survivors... Until we split up. A new leader arose, and demanded we stop at the border and attack a survival safehouse named Skaal's Burrow. We disagreed. We fought and fought, ad it came to bloodshed. Half the pack was..."

"Damnit just tell me where you're from!"

"We were from the very Solstheim itself! about 1/3 of our pack attacked survivers near Skaal's burrow, and the rest of us gave up on Imperial City and attacked here!"

"That's all I needed to know," said Barius. He then lifted the sword from the Argonian's leg, and just when the werewolf thought he was safe, Barius thrusted the sword into his heart. The argonian fell limp to the ground. Barius turned towards hi friends and said, "I'm riding to Skaal's Burrow. There may be survivors near there. You guys get Anvil rebuilt and running. May the nine help me," he said. And before any could reject, Barius ran outside, mounted the only horse left, and galloped down the Gold Road.

Isaac slid on the Dunmers Netch Leather, looking at his face in the water. It was now alot less pale, his eyes blue, and his hair black. He smiled, his fangs visible, some blood still staining them.

"Much better." he said to himself, walking to his dai-katana and lifting it up, looking it over. Just because he was a vampire living during the apocolypse of werewolves, it did not provide any excuse to look so indecent. He looked out of the cave, the blizzard still going and covering the sun. He slowly walked out, making sure that there was no chance of being burnt.

Unlike most vampires, Isaac's clan did not wonder around in the daytime. At all. If it was normal days, he would be sleeping on his bed in the citadel of Nighthallow. But of course, these were not normal days at all.

The imperial looked down the mountainside, fog at the bottom. He sighed, beggining to walk to the east. There was work to do...

Whoops. Didnt know that the sun had set anyways. Ahh well, Isaac doesnt need to know. I feel like surprising him anyways...))

"To be honest, John, I don't trust you, either of you." and that was when the Dark Elf went to 'take a leak. Endreg waited until the Dunmer was out of site and earshot, "Its him I don't trust. Listen, I've been hunting Werewolves since before the Bloodmoon, and I can smell out a wolf like no other, he IS infected. That's why nobody sleeps tonight, if he tries to make a move, we'll have him." Endreg brought his sword to his chest and laid down on his back.

"Well, aside from that, in the morning we'll make for Skaal's Burrow, in only about five miles over that ridge. Heavily fortified, heavily defended, and rather cozy. Its the safest place in Cyrodiil." Endreg looked up at the stars, then took a pull from his bottle of mead, "John, you may sleep tonight if you would like, my men and I will keep a vigilant watch." Endreg then took a bite of wolf meat, wondering where the Dunmer was, or what he had become.

The blizzzard began to die down, the bloodmoon coming into view for Isaac. He looked toward it, growling.

"Hircine..."

He then turned, continuing his path to the west. He now found himself entering a small valley, where many destroyed bridges loomed overhead. The vampire snarled, looking at them. He was not one for climbing down, then up. Who was? The vampire let out a sigh before beggining to walk down the slope, into the mist of the valley.

As he entered it, he immidietly took notice of something snapping beneath his feet as he walked. Rocks, twigs? No... bones. Isaac looked toward the bridges again, trying to see if the stars were still visible. And then he saw it.. the Blood Moon seeming to cast its glow directly upon him.

By Luciens blood! he thought to himself, spotting many shadows moving around the valley wall. The mist that hid the vampire began to depart, the sound of bones snapping echoing throughout the valley. And then.. a loud howl could be heard.

Barius rode through the sunset and into the night, a very risky choice. However, he only saw shadows moving through the wood, he considered himself lucky. He had documented the cities he had passe on his way to the Jerall Mountains. Kvatch stood proud and mighty, but Barius got the sick feeling that all was not well on the inside. Soon Skingrad came into sight. Great fires rose up through the night, and everywhere except the castle was razed. On the distant bridge to the castle he could see figures fighting. Not willing to risk riding through the city, he rode around it in the wood. When he reached The road network around the Imperial City, it was too dark to see the city's fate. Then he rode northward to Bruma, but before arriving at the city, turned northwest and rode to Skaal's Burrow.

Very little was known about the place. Right before the Black Horse Courier ended, There was was a page about where safehouses were built. Skaal's Burrow was one of them. Three days after that issue was released, the couriers stopped delivering and disappeared. Hoping that it was still there, Barius continued to ride on. Eventually there was a building in the distant mountains. There it was.

Barius arrived soon after and knocked on the gate. "Is anyone here!?" He yelled, but to no avail. Again and again he yelled, but to no answer. Soon he got tired of it. He walked back to his horse, grabbed his warhammer (much to the horse's delight), and mashed the locks. He kicked the gate open. And inside he found...

Nothing was there. No bodies, nothing. He wandered around, and soon found crematory pots. nterested, he read one's inscription. Thanol Snowpeak, died in werewolf attack. Aged 48. "You may think you died in vain Thanol, but we'll prove you wrong" Well, that was good news. Some survivors must be left to have given proper funerals to dead victims. But where the hell were they? Maybe they were out for the night. Barius decided to sleep here for the night, and wait out all of the next day for survivors. He ushered his horse in, made a makeshift lock for the gate, and went to bed.

OOC: okay Mr. Boom. It is to my understanding that it was sunset, and I just moved my character into nighttime, as you have. The other 3 are about to go to sleep so it's probably night time too. I think we're all on the same page but I might be wrong. Now I have to wait until the guys get back from the grove.

Ok guys, we need to control daytime and night time. Im not playing as a "Oh, I can walk in the daytime without a prolblem!" vampire, (because if you can do that, YOUR NOT A VAMPIRE!) so it makes it pretty difficult for me to play when we are going, "Daytime. NIGHT TIME! Daytime suddenly! NIGHT TIME!" ))

Isaac began to run, toward the area of he came into the valley. Thanks to him being a vampire, he had pretty great speed... but the werewolves had greater. He saw something move in the air above him, then heard a crash right behind him, along with bones snapping. He continued to run, not bothering to look toward the enemy he knew was behind him.

The vampire was a good fifty yards away from his goal, and he could hear his prey getting closer. His hand went to his blade handle, he drawing it and leaping directly up, the werewolf that was chasing him running right beneath. He gripped the handle in both hands as he fell down, slamming the blade directly in the wolf's head, smoke rising from it. Isaac ripped the blade out and began to run again, hearing more bones snap behind him.

I cant outrun them at this speed! he thought to himself, looking up at the dangling bridges. A plan came to him.

''I starting to think so to.... I'm not tired though . Think I'm going to go for a follow this guy and find out for sure...,'' John got up and went the same direction as the dark elf and began to follow him, keeping a distant of course. IF he is one of them he should be transforming any minute now. John readied his cross bow aiming at his head.

IC:

After few days of travelling in biting cold he came to the learal mountains just passed the Skyrim boarder. He stopped ontop of a large boulder and knelt down catching his breath. He had been running from a large pack of Werewolfs for quite some time. (Im assuming its night time right now?) He closed his eyes and took in deep breaths. The wind had picked up carrying snow drifts almost blanketing his sight. He tilted his head to the side concentrating his hearing for any trespassers or his persuers. No sound came but sharp whisteling wind. He gave a brief sighe of reliefe and then stood to his feet, resting his hands on the hilts of his sister blades. Frostrike glew a soft vibrant cyan color in the cold, Filamescar made a light tint of red. His scarf had now been loosened, wipping behind him like a cape as it wrapped around his lower face, covering his nose and mouth. His armor kept him warm, for the time being, but he knew he had to find a camp or some sort of shelter before the snow fell again. He looked around and soon whispering echoes emurged from the wind. People? He questioned the possibilities of none lycanthropes around this area, but with this time of night they would have turned, it must have been some survivors.

He knew Cyrodill was hit hard by the damned creatures, and that some people had survived and probably lived as refugees. He dropped forward off his perch and began walking cautiously, muffeling any sound under his feet. He had to be carefull, the pack that persued him wouldn't give up food that easily. If it were just one or two possibly even just three he could take them down no problem, but a pack of them would be too much. They had the advantage here in this weather and they ruled the night. Even as a skilled ex assassin as he was, Dante didn't want to risk a fight out in the open, if he could he would rest and hide untill the sun came. But without shelter he was out in the open, vulnerable. He wandered slowly with every chance he would lean behind a rock or crouch behind a bush to look around. Louder noises came to his ears, heavy running. His arms crossed, hands readying on his swords. He moved swiftly to a ledge seeing many of the wolf beasts in a hunting pattern, they had stopped and as Dante watched he noticed a dead one.

Someone, or something was about, being hunted as well. Dante kept hiden, dareign not to count there numbers, he knew his limits and his chances of survival if he dropped down apon them. He could probably kill one and try to cut down he others, but a single scratch if he missed a dodge, or an attack, would curse him. He knew how it wored, he's seen it before. He kept to himself and picked a better way. If he coudl find who ever the ywere hunting he could possibly raise the chances of killing them. He moved from his position creeping along the ridge hoping to find his new objective.

Ocrandas was walking through the woods looking for a place to transform when suddenly, he felt that he might be being followed. He turned around just in time to see John dart behind a tree.

" I know your there! Come out and maybe I'll spare you a gruesome death." Yelled Ocrandas starting to transform.

''HEY! WERE WOLF!..HELP!,'' Yelled John loud enough for ice helms men to hear. He drawed his sword charging at the dunmer and swung at his throat. ''I'll skin you alive darkie!''

"RRRRRaaaaaggggggggh!!!!!!!!!!!!!" yelled Ocrandas as he fully transformed narrowly dodging the blow.

Then he moved in for the attack. Ocrandas started swinging his claws at John and then he pounced at John.

Isaac continued to dash, the beast less then six yards away from him from what his ears could tell. It was now or never. He leaped toward the bridge, grabbing the two ropes that once held it togethor and beggining to climb as fast as he could. He heard a loud snap, looking toward the ropes. They were beggining to break!

I'll be damned if they try making me there dinner! he sped up his climb, some of the werewolves leaping at him, others running to the north, where Isaac assumed a exit would be. The rope on the right made one loud snap before splitting in half, Isaac gripping the left with both hands now. If it broke, all he would have to protect him was his dai-katana and vampiric abilities. And even then, those were no use against werewolves.

John held his asword hoping as the wolf landed on him he land through the sword as well. This would surely injure severely or even kill it. All that the same he continued to yell as lowed as he could for help. His throat stung as yelled louder then he ever had before. He stood ready for the 300-500 lbs wolf to land on him.

Suddenly Ocrandas dipped down before he got hit by the sword and swiped at Johns legs.

Barius was awoken before he was fully asleep. A Nordic woman was standing over him. Barius yelped and stood up to meet her. "Who the hell are you!?"

"My name is Hekkate, scum. Thank you for breaking our door. While you're at it, why don't you just smash down the walls? But there's no time. I awoke when I heard our gate being smashed. I came out to see what all the fuss was. And right before I woke you, I heard a Nord and Dunmer yelling at the top of their lungs. Now it sounds like there's a werewolf in the mix. Go save them, and maybe I'll consider letting you sleep here! Go!!"

Without second thought Barius went for his horse, opened the gate, and rode out to the source of noise. He arrived to see a werewolf tackling a Nord. He delved into battle.Barius was awoken before he was fully asleep. A Nordic woman was standing over him. Barius yelped and stood up to meet her. "Who the hell are you!?"

"My name is Hekkate, scum. Thank you for breaking our door. While you're at it, why don't you just smash down the walls? But there's no time. I awoke when I heard our gate being smashed. I came out to see what all the fuss was. And right before I woke you, I heard a Nord and Dunmer yelling at the top of their lungs. Now it sounds like there's a werewolf in the mix. Go save them, and maybe I'll consider letting you sleep here! Go!!"

Without second thought Barius went for his horse, opened the gate, and rode out to the source of noise. He arrived to see a werewolf tackling a Nord. Barius delved into battle.

As the wolf was down low john kneed it in the face and jumped back. He started running towards a tree and began to climb. There was no way he could kill this thing.

Ocrandas ran lightning fast and started clawing up the tree starting to catch John. Then Ocrandas leaped up the tree Ripping of one of John's boots

Barius ran up to the werewolf, who was currently turned away from Barius and focused on the Nord climbing a tree in defeat. Barius readied his sword, and at the last second, plunged it into the werewolf's lower left back. Wait, he didn't. The werewolf was gone, then climbing up tthe tree in an effort to catch the Nord. Barius ran in pursuit and got out his bow.

Dante Now came apon a broken bridge. He moved closer and soon he heard a loud snap. He moved quickly looking down seeing a breton hang above the wolf beasts. So they were chasing a breton? You'd think a civilian would know better then to roam these mountains at night! He stood and glanced around making sure no more of the beasts were coming around then looked back at the breton. "You look like you need a little help there stranger!" He said with a bit of sarcasm and then kneeling down and reaching his hand to the breton. "Grab my hand!"

Ocrandas Turned and saw the Imperial. Then he leaped and landed on the Imperial.

In Ocrandas's primitive werewolf mind he thought
Easy food!