Jimri, Cyrodill, Applewatch inn

Jimri heard the steps stop in font of her door, then the key turning in her door. Sounds like they're ill-intentioned tavern riffraff. Her smile grew wider as her eyes fell upon the heavy copper tankard she had used to wash. It was empty, but would remain suitable. As the door opened, she squelched her smile and faced the door with a suitably surprised look. Which turned to a frown as she recognized the breton from the inn's room.

She listened with a mixture of irritation and wonder as he stammered through his line. Huh ? Is that idiot really thinking what I think he's thinking ? No wonder he god dumped real fast last time. In other times and places I might consider, but not tonight.

Jimri stood up, her hand idle on the tankard's handle, and replied aloud. Quite aloud in fact, acting had showed her how to get the most out of her voice. "Do I look dressed to get out ?" a small gesture pointed at her attire. "And even if I was, I'm there to have a break from just that sort of 'business' propositions. I'm not for sale. You and you friend can stuff your m?nage ? trois where the sun don't shine. And while you're at it...". Jimri hurtled the tankard toward his face, using most of her strength and some of her unnatural speed to improve upon her racial affinity for projectiles. "Stuff that along with it and get lost !". Her voice was now strong enough to be heard, if not understood, downstairs

Sirius: Morrowind: Balmora underground

"So, as I was saying, these changes I have felt, are they happening to you too? And this," Malir waved his arms about him, indicating the whole of the subterranean city, "What is all this? Who are you, and what is this guild?" his face became sober and almost upset.

"That's quite a lot of questions." Sirius spoke thoughtfully, leaning back in his chair and waving at the Imperial Vampire to come and sit with them. "But I will answer what I can. I'll start with the guild. The Dark Blood guild is a guild for vampires and were-creatures, however we don't let just anyone join, they have to have the right qualities, if you would like to join we can discuss that now. I lead the guild, and as far as I know I also happen to be the oldest living vampire which brings a lot of responsibilities with it." Sirius paused and closed his eyes for a moment as though remembering something.

"This underground town, is one of our many guild hideouts. There are some all over Tamriel, although our hide-outs are open to any dark blooded creature, not just guild members. Oh! Before I forget while you're one of the hide-outs, if you ever come across a mortal and the mortal is with a vampire or were-creature you do not harm them, if they are alone you can do as you please to them. And if you want to start any fights you take them either to the plaza area in each hide-out or you do it outside, and if you tell any guards the location of this a hide-out you will be hunted by every dark blooded creature for your betrayal." Sirius gave a small smile as he looked at Maglir. "As for these powers, vampires get more powerful the older they get. I can't really say I've noticed anything to be honest, but tell me more, what differences have you noticed?"

Isaac phalos, under ground balmora hideout


Isaac noticed sirius waveing to him he quickly went to the table and sat down. He was talking with the other vampire about the guild and hide out all the basics as Isaac was hearing their conversation he took a few sips of beer and waited for his turn to speek.

He looked at the two vampires sirius energy was ferce he did mention to the other vampire that he is the oldest liveing vampire Isaac recpected him for the reason. as the other he was dressed cleanly and didnt look like he was in a cln guessing he has alot to learn.

Benedictus, Half a mile outside Chorrol

The Argonian paused in disbelief and surprise as the Nord suddenly jumped back into life before tripping the Orc, snarling like an animal then running off into the woods on all fours. Ben had been to distracted by the boy to see that the Orc leap to his feet quickly and lunged towards the shocked lizard, the only warning Ben had of the attack was the loud grunt the orc made in his attempt to kill his foe.
It was a tactic the Argonian seen a lot from Bandits, especially the stronger ones. If cornered or if they are fighting someone of their skill they'll literally throw themselves at you, swinging their weapon madly and hoping that it hits their target. A tactic Ben luckily knew how to compensate with.

As the orc lunged forward, Benedictus leaped to the side, swinging his longsword in an uppercut motion so the tip of the blade would pierce through the bandit's chest and up to his neck. A very fatal wound that would cause death in seconds. The orc halted immediately, dropping his warhammer and grasping his throat as he coughed and gasped. Dark crimson blood began seeping out of the orc's mouth. The mountain-of-a-man collapsed to his knees, his face stricken in pain and agony. He looked up at the armored reptile in from of him as if to beg for mercy. And in return, Benedictus lifted his leather boot and kicked the orc in the chest, causing him to fall on his back. The bandit choked and gagged for several more seconds before letting out a blood-curdling wheeze and then remained silent.

Benedictus sheathed his longsword, he need not care for the fates of these men he brought upon them. For they have brought it upon themselves right at the moment they decided to be a Bandit, to murder and steal from innocents.
He stared into the forest the Nord boy and ran into. Who was he? Ben had never seen anyone act so bizarre and so animal-like. A curious feeling crept it's way into the Templar. He probably shouldn't look for the boy, and the boy seemed a little strange after their brief encounter. But maybe this was a sign, maybe this was a good way to get him back into society.

A quiet wheeze suddenly snapped the Argonian's mind back into reality. He quickly turned his head towards the redguard, the apparent leader of the two other bandits. His face was as pale as the moon and he was laying in a pool of blood leaking from his wound. At the sight of the blood, Ben found himself hungry, agonizingly starving as if he had been starved for weeks. Which he actually had, he was reluctant to accept blood as his only sustenance. But now, the hunger was to unbearable - He needed to feed.
He moved towards the half-dead bandit and knelt down beside him, the bandit's short breaths and lack of strength to even look at his foe indicated that he was on the brink. Baring his long white fangs, Ben leaned forward and bit into the bandit's neck - svcking what ever blood was left in his body. The redguard could not scream, or even groan in pain as the rest of his strength was being sapped out in a gruesome matter. He let out one last, long breath before shutting his eyes leaning his head forward.

The Argonian felt refreshed, more then refreshed even, it was as if he had feasted in a large meal and drank fancy wine. Although he felt slightly disgusted as it was the blood that he had just ingested. He stood up, and walked towards the dead Dunmer slumped on the ground, and pulled the crossbow bolt out of his back. He wiped the elf's blood encrusted on the arrow's tip on the corpse's blue, dirty robe.
Benedictus examined the bolt for several seconds before walking towards the bush where he had ambushed the Bandits and apprehended his trusty crossbow. He sighed and stared into the forest again - the Boy had ran into the forest that the three Bandits had emerged from and if the vampire remembered correctly, that forest lead straight to Bruma.

ooc: Hurried the end up so it wouldn't be longer then it is already

OOC: Ah, I guess I had missed the part where the power increase hadn't started yet. Thanks for providing an alternative, though if you'd like we can say Maglir just noticed it sooner :shrug: My mistake, I thought you had just meant we didn't get the major powers yet.

Also, Ringman, did Half Tooth give you those lines in a pm or something? Because I don't recall them being in any posts :nono:


IC:
"That's quite a lot of questions," The elf turned and waved over the Imperial that had accompanied them, "But I will answer what I can. I'll start with the guild. The Dark Blood guild is a guild for vampires and were-creatures, however we don't let just anyone join, they have to have the right qualities, if you would like to join we can discuss that now. I lead the guild, and as far as I know I also happen to be the oldest living vampire which brings a lot of responsibilities with it." Sirius paused and closed his eyes for a moment as though remembering something.

"This underground town is one of our many guild hideouts. There are some all over Tamriel, although our hide-outs are open to any dark blooded creature, not just guild members. Oh! Before I forget while you're one of the hide-outs, if you ever come across a mortal and the mortal is with a vampire or were-creature you do not harm them, if they are alone you can do as you please to them. And if you want to start any fights you take them either to the plaza area in each hide-out or you do it outside, and if you tell any guards the location of this a hide-out you will be hunted by every dark blooded creature for your betrayal." Sirius gave a small smile as he looked at Maglir. "As for these powers, vampires get more powerful the older they get. I can't really say I've noticed anything to be honest, but tell me more, what differences have you noticed?"

Maglir sat for a long moment, looking stoically in the elf's eyes, absorbing all he had said. Finally, his thoughts in order, he gave a tentative reply, "I am not certain whether I would join your guild, as respectable as it may be. There is nothing wrong with you fellows, but I am not as ready to accept the company of my fellow vampires, I find them rather, ah, untrustworthy, to say the least. Though I am sure the majority of your members are as normal as their condition allows." He said, trying to decline as politely as possible.

"Your rules are fair, I had no intentions of betraying you all, nor starting any fights while I'm here. But regarding our powers, it did not seem to be the kind of gradual increase that would come with age, but a sudden jump. It happened almost overnight, without any important events of my own construction providing a probable cause. I suddenly felt lighter, and my natural powers became more potent. My blows struck harder than ever before, and my thirst seemed lessened. And my spells," he said, drawing one of his rose seeds from the pouch on his hip, and simultaneously coursing magicka into it, causing it to burst into a flowering rose, "Have never been better." He brought the flower up to his nose, inhaling the sweet aroma, one of the few scents remaining to his undead nose.

OOC: I changed them

Darion, Balmora.

Darion said nothing. Just stared straight ahead. More of a glare, really. Aimed right at the Elf, sitting across from him.

The Altmer was...insane. He had to be. What he'd just asked Darion for...and his 'friend' had told him? Did he mean the dog? Darion was suddenly grateful for the years he'd spent serving with the lowlife scum of Tamriel; those developed instincts had given him a bad feeling about the Elf from the start, and now he knew why.

Meeting the Altmer's gaze, Darion's own eyes narrowed sharply. "Listen, friend. I know what they say about folks who are touched by Sheogorath, so allow me to put this as delicately as I can." He leaned forward.

"Don't ever talk to me again. Hell, don't even look at me. If anybody asks, we never met." Darion got up from his seat, never daring to touch whatever Sondil had ordered him. And just like that, without another word he was gone. He didn't even want to be in the same bar as that psychopath.

Wandering the streets, he wondered what he'd do for the night. If it were any other, he might head to Fort Moonmoth, go out of his way to piss off a guard there. Nothing serious, of course: just enough to get tossed in jail for a couple of days, so he'd have a place to sleep and a few semi-solid meals. Of course, he knew what tomorrow night was...and there was no telling how long they'd stick him behind bars. Better to wander for a night than get stuck in a cell when that bastard Hircine did his thing.

And while Darion had no intention of pissing off the guards there, he nevertheless found himself wandering in the general direction of Moonmoth. Every step there took him further from that damn Sondil and his mutt, after all, and maybe he'd feel a bit more at ease that close to so many guards.

So, Darion continued along the dirt path towards Fort Moonmoth, thinking himself utterly alone amongst the foliage around him.

OOC: Thank you for changing that Ringman And now that everyone has made a few posts, I shall go ahead and bring Lamae into the story.

The were-creatures don't know they can change at will, and the vampires don't know about their new powers, so the only way for them to find out is by accident at the moment. For example if a were-creature suddenly feels a rush of anger or adrenalin or thinks strongly about hunting... something along these lines it will cause them to change, which will make things interesting as it is a night too early. (I was wrong before I did write 1 night not 2 XD) The same sort of thing goes for the vampires; the Vampires only discover their greater powers by accident although they may notice a sudden change in themselves, as my character is about to.

As long as everyone doesn't discover their new power or change at will all at the same time. I would prefer it to be a little more gradual.

IC:

Lamae: Skyrim: Riften

On the other side of the Jerall mountains, the snow was not falling lightly, there was a snow storm and a howling gale. It was almost as if screams travelled on the wind whistling past the snowy peaks.
Deep beneath the surface of the ground a woman was buried, she had long thinning black hair that was filled with grime and dirt, her skin was so sunken into her skeleton that it looked like canvas stretched over bones, her eyes were as black as tunnels leading into the centre of the earth, the inside of her mouth was black as well, like cracked charcoal, and to really complete her appearance she was completely covered in wrinkles and dirt.

Lamae was her name and she had been slowly waking for many months now, svcking the life out of the ground she was buried in to give herself energy. The area around her was completely void of anything living, no worms, no tufts of grass, no tiny insects or bacteria, she had fed of their lives and tonight. This night. She was strong enough to get to the surface.

She has been scratching her way through the dirt and rock all evening, her long nails digging away great chunks of solid dead earth, it was draining her strength rapidly.
Lamae could barely think straight, she just knew she had to reach the surface and she had to kill something and take its blood for herself.

The people of Riften had absolutely no idea what was happening so close to their town. Or that they had had a vampire/were-creature sleeping beneath them for thousands of years.

Lamae lay upon the snow covered ground feeling the beautiful cold flood her body, the screaming wind blew through her hair and snow billowed around her.
It took her a few attempts to stand up as she was so weak from using her energy to dig her way out of the ground. On the fourth attempt she stood up, her thin body trembling in the storm, she was so starved of blood that the clothes she had worn when she buried herself were several times too big for her now.
Lamae undressed herself and prowled towards the scent of warmth and blood. To Riften.


Merely an hour later a woman emerged from a house, inside the house were 5 dead bodies, the corpses of a family drained of all blood and left to die.
Lamae's skin was full and there were pink patches on her cheeks where the warm blood pumped through her body. Her hair fell to her waist in thick black waves and her eyes were a striking blue. She let laughter rise from her mouth as she turned to face the sky, snow fell on her and her laughter turned to screams as she forced herself to change. Fur sprouted from her skin, she grew bigger and thicker, pads pushed their way through her palms and her fingers turned to claws.

As the screams changed to a bellowing roar a black were-bear stood looking around at the houses, it shook its head and turned away running into the storm.


Sirius: Morrowind: Balmora underground

"Vampires, untrustworthy?" Sirius mused, looking thoughtfully at the rose Maglir had just conjured. "A vampires business is a vampire's business we have no imperial legion and no guards so each vampire can do as they will. Some of our kind are very cruel, unnecessarily so, which gives us a bad reputation. We're not all bad." Sirius grinned, flashing his fangs.

Suddenly he was overcome by a very unfamiliar feeling, a sickness deep in his stomach that he hadn't felt since he had been human. It was like an adrenalin rush, but that was physically impossible as he had no adrenalin and no blood of his own.

"How... interesting." He said, resting one arm over his stomach.
He comes here to tell me about a power flux and I feel something similar...
"I may need to look into this a little more, I hope you're not planning on going anywhere in the next few days. So, how did you hear about my guild and why do you want to join it?" Sirius asked the Imperial vampire while pondering what had just happened.

OOC: Wow lamae is here and ill post in a second I ordered chinese food cant let it get cold!

Jamaal, The Imperial City, Talos District, Claud's home

Another day passed, and the Tong agent was not heard of again. Their Elven friend was just another fallen one. The Tong rarely left Morrowind, but one exception was to travel outside of the region to hunt down the necessary target. Perhaps they would one day give up on the Dark Brotherhood. Ever since Jamaal, Rhano, and Renal had gone into Morrowind and killed a few of the high ranking officials, the Tong had been seeking revenge. Hopefully Renal would arrive at the city in a weeks time, with Rhano.

The torch lights melted into the air. Jamaal stood standing in front of Claud's desk, laying his long blade on the flat wooden surface.

"I don't need it. It will just weigh me down..."

Claud stared up after hearing the simple words. His face was in a serious order, nodding at his comrade. Shaleez was asleep downstairs. Andrel was one of his dear friends. After losing such a friend, he seemed to fall into depression. They weren't sure if it was their friend before, but now it was confirmed. The other few brotherhood members sat in the basemant, probably reading or cutting a dummy. It wasn't just one agent anymore. It had literally turned into more of a conflict. After the Tong discovered sending single agents at a time failed, they started sending teams. It would have to end one day. The Tong was ready to give up, and the Dark Brotherhood would not stand for his anymore: This was Cyrodil, their territory.

Jamaal nodded back, then made his way back through the door onto the open street. Legion guards sat at their posts, lazy as ever. Jamaal made his way through multiple districts. It always seemed as if something was following him. The guards continued to be repetitive, and the civilians were barely out. Some houselights were shown through the small windows. Torches were nailed into the stone ancient walls. Darkness fluttered into the sky, the void overhead. Small star lights continued to ring into the air. Eventually, Jamaal reached the gate, going out of it onto the bridge that lead to the prison. Guards met Jamaal in the district, taking his weapons. The guard told him he better hurry, going back to the front to watch the entrance. The guards always disarmed the civilians when they came in, especially the mercenaries. They didn't want any trouble, especially at night. Many of the guards were sleeping. The prisoners were seen behind it, the better ones that were not locked inside of cells. A lone Dunmer stood behind the bars, looking up at Jamaal. He seemed to know him, as the Dunmer began to crawl to his feet.

"Valen, you know better than to pull something like that. You don't kill in public."

Jamaal's voice was stern, warning the Dunmer of such a thing. The Dunmer answered back to the Redguard, with the same sternness.

"That was months ago. It will take time, I will be out of here one day."

The Dunmer's voice shifted. He was finally ready to get to the point.

"The guards found a tong agent last night, evidence was pointed toward Andrel's death, as you suspected. They haven't put him in the cell, but he is said to locked tomorrow..."

The Dunmer's voice faded as the wind blew, hammering into the stone. Jamaal's throat tightened up, the furry inside him was building. His voice came out hard in the cold air, as he stuffed his thumb into his boot. he pulled out a small sharp tool, holding it through the bars.

"Kill him..."

Isaac phalos, balmoras under ground hideout

Isaac could see that the conversation between maglir and sirius


"Vampires, untrustworthy?" Sirius mused, looking thoughtfully at the rose Maglir had just conjured. "A vampires business is a vampire's business we have no imperial legion and no guards so each vampire can do as they will. Some of our kind are very cruel, unnecessarily so, which gives us a bad reputation. We're not all bad."

Now Isaac could confrem that maglir still has things to learn but it is none of his consern at the moment. After sirius's speech he looked like he hade a sierge of energy it made isaac curious but not scared. Then sirius stood up and siad this.


I may need to look into this a little more, I hope you're not planning on going anywhere in the next few days. So, how did you hear about my guild and why do you want to join it?"


"Well sirius ive been in the berne vampire clan for meny years now I have learned the ways of stelth combat and the dark gift that is vampireizm, I heard of your guild with meny good reviews and that you wear the oldest living vampire in tamriel that made me think that the dark bloods is the guild to be in I hear that you let people in even if they have a blood line" Isaac explaned

As Isaac was saying this he felt a burst of energy that comes right before a kill or during feasting on mortal blood it made him feel both uneased and jittery.

ooc: Inconsistent internet svcks.

ic: S'Kragki - Balmora

"What are you doing up there, Khajiit?" A gruff voice broke S'Kragki's peace and he glanced lazily down at the figure speaking to him. Unsurprisingly, it was one of the Hlaalu guardsmen, his voice echoing through his helmet's opening. He got a distinct feeling he was being glared at. Raising to a kneeling position, he smiled tightly at the Dunmer.

"A better question would be why I am up here. It's pretty obvious what I'm doing, is it not?" The Khajiit said with annoying calm. A grunt from the helmet and he knew if the man wasn't glaring before, he was now. "If my sitting bothers you, though, I'll get down."

The Bonemold pillar shook its head, "You outlanders know nothing of respect, do you? Get down or I'll have you forced down. You'd be wise not to trifle with a Hlaalu warrior, cat."

S'Kragki's smile widened to a smirk, lips peeled back at the left side of his mouth, showing off one of his fangs. A slight movement and he had slipped over the edge and landed with a graceful thud before the guard, "Make of it what you will; the intent was not to cause offense," S'Kragki stated and patted his pauldron gently. The immediate response from the mer was to grab his wrist and set his other hand on his blade hilt. The Khajiit grunted and allowed himself to be pulled roughly to a mere inch from the face of the helmet.

"You outlanders think you can just taunt and shove a guard and there will be no consequence? You're out of your league, Khajiit," S'Kragki could smell the man's breath through the eye slit as he snarled indignantly. With a quick glance to make sure nobody was watching, the feline laughed in the proud man's face. As much as he loved mortal settlements, he could really do without all the strutting the Great Houses did around here. He gave a sharp twist and pull with the hand in the man's grasp and ducked to avoid the lash of the man's sword after he broke free, promptly grabbing the guard's right wrist and wrenching it just so that the sword fell from the ash-blue fingers, but no injury was caused. Swift use of telekinesis magicka brought the sword to the clawed hand, blade first.

Gingerly, he held the blade out to the elf, hilt first, yanking it up a tad when it was grasped at, "Can I trust you to behave like the proud warrior you claim to be now? Outbursts like that are disgraceful to anyone, I should think."

"I could have you executed," the Dunmer hissed in anger.

"You could have also acted in a remotely civil manner," the Khajiit pointed out as he thrust blade into the dirt at his own feet, again giving a slight smile, "And I very well could have slain your where stand. Now take your sword and get the hell back to work. There might be more wretched outlanders off sitting on things and Gods forbid they might get away with it."

Turning, the large cat began plodding off away from the city, leaving the Hlaalu in mild confusion. His departure came just in time to miss the whole incident with the bar massacre. Pointlessly, he wandered a full circle around Balmora, taking in the strange and enchanting atmosphere of the ashlands. He'd only been in Morrowind for a year, Vvardenfell for but six months, but he'd taken a liking to it and its near-alien environs. When you'd practically seen and done it all, new was wonderful.

Eventually, he saw a fortress, standing defiantly above the earth as though challenging something to bring it down. Imperials were funny like that, he thought. As troublesome as they could be, he had to admire a race that could build and maintain something like that in a hostile land that resented them. Though he'd been to Fort Pelagiad on the island already, he figured he'd check this one out as well if they'd allow him. As far as he was concerned, he was on vacation; no contracts, no Guild business, no annoying vampire hunters, just him and a whole island to explore. Out of habit, he reached for the sujamma jug tied to his hip and, feeling its lack of weight, recalled it was empty. Letting it fall back to his side, S'Kragki turned back to the fort looming ahead.

"Maybe if I'm lucky they'll have a bar," he chuckled dryly.

hmm, ii dont know why this got posted here O_o so i'll jump it down and post it/edit it

Elliana, outside Applewatch, Cyrodiil

"Other than that there isn't much more to us really, unless you wish for me to go over the stories my father told me about the past of our kind. However, i wish to learn a little about yourself first if you don't mind, as i want to learn what you were like before the incident that has made you as you are today."

Elliana stayed silent, staring into the fire. The next things Aric said didn't seem to reach her, the words seemed to bounce off Elliana's head. Finally it seemed like the words bounced off the walls of the cave and made it into her thoughts. She looked at Aric and drew in a short breath of air.

"Oh, well..." Ellie trailed off, she hadn't spoken to anyone about her past, or about almost anything else for that matter, after she was infected, "Well I grew up like most other people in the Imperial City. When I was old enough I joined the Imperial Legion, and I got infected after a group of scouts I was with was attacked by the werewolf we were tracking. I've been running ever since then. I'm a simple person, or was a simple person."

Elliana wanted to tell Aric the truth, who she really had been, why she joined the Legion, everything. Something inside her wouldn't let her though, it was the man she had loved while she was a part of the Imperial Legion. His betrayal to Ellie had hurt her more than any weapon could, it was keeping her from telling Aric everything. It pained her to keep it back, but she felt she had to.

"If you don't mind, Aric, I'm going to get some rest," Elliana said yawning as she finished talking.

She curled up tighter next to the fire, the cold seemed to be biting at her more fiercely. Ellie closed her eyes and tried to make herself sleep.

Aric, cave outside Applewatch, Cyrodiil

As Aric made himself more comfortable next to the fireplace, little did he know something had changed in him. As he listened to her story he noticed that her voice sounded different as if there might have been something else to the story, but then again it could have been that she was tired, so Aric didn't take much notice.

A grumbling sound was heard, and Aric looked down at his stomach. He hadn't eaten for most of the day, but there wasn't much time when he was tracking Elliana down and then bringing her back to the cavern they were in now. As he felt the hunger pains, Elliana said that she was going to try and rest, and Aric nodded.

"Well you have had a long day, so resting is a good idea." The Nord said as he stood up, picked up the bear pelts, and draqed them over his bare chest. He then turned and headed deeper into the cavern where he had stored the bear meat of those he had killed to clean out the cavern. They were hidden in the coldest part where the walls and ground were covered in ice and snow to preserve the meat.

Despite the fact the cave was empty now, he wasn't sure enough that it would be safe for long, as a fire would attract unwanted attention sooner or later. Taking a large chunk from the pile, he returned to the fireplace and skewered the meat on a large stick, and placed it over the fireplace. After satisfied that the meat would not fall from the skewer, he sat back down to see if the Breton girl had fallen asleep. Seeing that she was shivering, Aric took the bear pelts off once more, and draqed them over the girl's shivering body. She would be needing the warmth more than he did as she would not be as used to the cold as the Nord was.

With that done, he returned to the fire and kept an ear towards the entrance and watched the fire dance around the chunk of meat.

OOC: I noticed that a lot of people who have vampire characters have not given them a minor and major power. If you haven't done so could you please tell me in a OOC post and I'll add it to your sheet.

IC:

Sirius: Morrowind: Balmora underground

Sirius looked as Issac thoughtfully for a while trying to judge the intentions of the vampire, "Well as the name of the guild suggests, we are for Dark Blooded creatures so we have no bloodline of our own, so yes all vampires have a chance. However we only let people join who may be of some use to us, although the guild is not a strict one how can it be. Vampires live forever and we are not restricted by the time scale of life as mortals are, even the were-creatures have longer lives. You are still allowed a great amount of freedom, however you must abide by out rules which are very few I might add, and every now and then we will require you to go on some kind of errand for us." He paused for a moment, looking out of the window at the front of the tavern and watching a couple of were-creatures conversing.

"Are you serious about joining? Because if you are I will have to explain our rules and you will have to tell me any specialist skills you have."

OOC: I hate to be a bother, Ringman, but could you at least run your posts through a spellchecker before posting? If the single sentence paragraphs aren't bad enough I really am having trouble reading vampirism spelled with a Z. Not trying to be mean or make fun of you, it's just that reputation around here plays a big role in RPing, and misspelling leads to a bad reputation very quickly. I understand that you are new, and I do not know you or your background, so I am not judging you in any way, just some helpful advice. Thank you.

Alright, so we're just saying my vampire noticed the changes first? I'll wait a bit on major powers and the like then.


IC:
"Vampires, untrustworthy?" The elf joked, "A vampires business is a vampire's business we have no imperial legion and no guards so each vampire can do as they will. Some of our kind are very cruel, unnecessarily so, which gives us a bad reputation. We're not all bad." Maglir opened his eyes, looking up from his crimson rose to the elf before him.

As he watched the elf, he noticed a strange shadow cross his face. He brought one hand up to his stomach, mumbling something Maglir could not pick up even with his powerful ears.

"I may need to look into this a little more, I hope you're not planning on going anywhere in the next few days." Maglir gave him a nod, and was about to give a reply, when the elf turned away and began talking to the Imperial that had come with them, "So, how did you hear about my guild and why do you want to join it?"

Maglir more or less ignored their conversation, blocking out the words and instead studying his host's face. He seemed troubled, despite his air of calm indifference. He maintained a casual tone, but then Maglir could guess that he was an expert liar. The Bosmer had an eye for these things, being a rather smooth talker himself, and as he watched the vampire's steady eyes he noticed a deep concentration, as if he were contemplating something important, or very dangerous.

Maglir lay (or is it laid?) his rose down gently on the table, waiting politely for Sirius to finish reiterating what seemed incredibly obvious. It sounded more like a club than a guild, and though Maglir could not guess the elf's character he felt as though they would not be doing any particularly dark deeds. Perhaps this elf might even know of the cursed woman who gave him this dreadful disease; Maglir, afterall, had not found her after years of searching, but he had been on his own.

"Are you serious about joining? Because if you are I will have to explain our rules and you will have to tell me any specialist skills you have." The elf finished, looking back and forth from Maglir to the large Imperial.

Before the human could interrupt his conversation again, Maglir took the initiative to answer, deciding he had nothing to lose by joining, "Well, my good fellow, I cannot see why not, you seem the trustworthy type. I'll give a hesitant yes, though don't count me in just yet. And not to brag, but my skills are rather, ah, extensive, so I'll fill you in on those whenever we are done here. I also have a few more questions for you, but once again I'll let the human speak."

He turned to the human standing beside their table, "I'm terribly sorry, sir, but I seem to have forgotten your name. I am Maglir, just Maglir, and I look forward to working with you," he stole a glance over to the elf, and flashed a brilliant fanged smile in his direction, "Both of you."

Hans Svenson, Balmora, outside Fort Moonmoth
Hans paused as he passed under the branches of one tree, eyes wide. The child turned and ducked, not reaching for his sword but instead balling his hands into fists.

That stench; the stench of animal. But it was no common animal, and it was a stench he had only smelt twice before in his lifetime. Both times, the animals had turned out to be men. But those had been wolves. This was... a bit more husky. A scent of dirtied honey and human ale and fur. Boar perhaps, or bear. Maybe wolf, but it did not smell like those werewolves he had seen before.

Hans crouched in the bush, not far now from the Fort. But this was interesting and demanded some manner of attention, particularly when the feline scent entered his nostrils as well. This scent carried a trace of death; another vampire. However, all the Nord could see from within the darkness of the bushes was a man and a khajiit walking along the road, not together but apart, one near and one far. He could tell the khajiit from the smell and the way he walked.

This complicates things... Having a were-beast and another vampire nearby would most certainly complicate manners. Hans turned his head within the bush carefully to look ahead at the fort. Through the entry arches he could see the main building. And if Imperial Forts were built standardized in Morrowind as well, that building led to his dinner.

Hans could have taken the opportunity to dine on the werecreature. But the possibility of the Khajiit stalking the man raised an issue of competition over prey in which Hans would likely lose. And Hans found fights with werebeasts to be bothersome and difficult, though exhilarating. But there was really no point to that now when an easier prey lay within the confines of a prison.

Hans eagerly resumed his move, a brisk faster-than-mortal pace towards the fort and around it, not even nearing the entrance but instead cresting the small hillside that the fort hugged. In less than half an hour he had transversed the hills and ended up on the other side of the fort, facing the back of that central building. Grinning, both palms reached out and flattened against the cold stone.

ooc: Just a quick OOC to let you guys know i've got internet back up and running again now

The creature that was Bran had gotten deeper into the woods but soon as the level of adrenaline in his veins had gone back to normal he fell onto the ground, limb. He lied there with his eyes closed and he was panting heavily from the strain of running so fast. There was nothing beastly about him anymore. He had a bruise from the fall, a nick on his neck and some other minor cuts from running through the woods.

If you looked at him carefully, he'd seem quite relaxed and in peace. There was a faint smile on his face as if he was having a nice dream. It was the joy of the hunt.

(bad post, but im out of inspiration. Jerrie, just find him.)

OOC: Youve seen my last posts they were good only reason this one isn't that time is because I didn't have time for spell check. Hey do you mean imperial instead of human darkom

IC: Isaac was about to respond yes to Sirius when maglir interrupted


Well, my good fellow, I cannot see why not, you seem the trustworthy type. I'll give a hesitant yes, though don't count me in just yet. And not to brag, but my skills are rather, ah, extensive, so I'll fill you in on those whenever we are done here. I also have a few more questions for you, but once again I'll let the human speak."

Isaac was mad at his interruption but by his calm nature he didn't respond to it.


"Well Sirius I would love to join your guild and before you tell me the rules let me tell you my skills. I am mostly stealth combat using my ebony blades as execution and heavy situations, I also use my hand to hand skills against weaker enemies. My agility is high skilled also I can walk up walls with no challenge" He told Sirius

Then maglir said another sentence.


"I'm terribly sorry, sir, but I seem to have forgotten your name. I am Maglir, just Maglir, and I look forward to working with you,


"My name is Isaac phalos and it will be a pleasure also"He said

"Now Sirius I'm ready to hear the rules" Asked Isaac

ooc: In touch with elgen, he has allowed me to state that his dude is all like "Oh noes!" /fall over

Nytt - Applewatch Tavern Room #4 - Cyrodiil
ic:

"Holy crap!" Nytt called out as he instinctively ducked and watched as Robert fell to the floor, a tankard rolling away from him. He looked in and saw the woman who had entered the tavern earlier. "You stop that right now!" He called and drew his sword but held it defensively, I hate werewolves. he thought as he stepped in swiftly and stood between her and Robert. "Sit down, we're not going to hurt you - We just want to talk about who you really are, wolf." He ordered and put his hand up defensively. She just had to make a noise, just had to bloody well make a bloody freaking racket. Godamnit I hate werewolves!

EDIT:

Hey ringman - There are various forms of human in TES - Ranging from Nord, Imperial to Redoran. With half breeds such as Breton. Much like with elves: Instead of just having "Elf" we have "Dark Elf", etc, etc.

OOC: Ok I always used the terms "imperial" "nord" like that never used humans thanks for the correction

Jimri, Cyrodill, Applewatch inn

Jimri saw with unmitigated satisfaction her impromptu missile reach it's intended and bring the man down. One down, one more to go... The joint might be ill-frequented, but it gives good stuff to deal with it... But her joy got suddenly damped when the cloaked elf stepped over his fallen comrade, sword drawn. Spouting something about how he knew who she was and calling her by the odd nickname of 'wolf'. What's that crap ? It's a guy's nickname and I've never used anything like it. They can't be blind enough to confuse me with a man.

Her eyes narrowed, focusing on the sword as she started thinking on ways to get rid of it. Which unfortunately needed her to use her full speed to be reasonably safe. Damn, let's try to scare him away with noise, hopefully there's some decent peoples in hearing range. Jimri deliberately stoked her anger into rage, walking the tightrope between increased abilities and loss of control. She could feel the now familiar sensation of her canines growing into fangs from their usual 'resting' size. One of the little tricks which allowed her breed to mix with mortals.

Jimri kept her voice as loud as she could, hoping the ruckus would scare he man away. And if it didn't that the offensive tone and words would infuriate him enough to degrade his swordplay. "What's that crap you're babbling about some damn 'wolf' guy. Do I look anywhere like a man ? You and your pal aren't only rude and dumb, but blind too. Put that damn sword back where it belongs, drag your buddy out and don't ever bother me again. Damn it, buy yourself some stinking sheep if you're so much into guys and fur !"

OOC: Sorry i'm late, been a bit busy lately.


Sondil, Balmora




"But I've never met Sheogorath to be touched by him.." Sondil muttered as the Imperial stormed away without so much as touching his drink, Oberon rose to follow but paused with a wave of Sondils hand. Under other circumstances he would have followed and forced the Imperial into doing what he was told to do, but a better plan formed in his mind as the Hlaalu guard he had ordered to load his cart with the brawls dead bodies emerged into the Dancing Guar.

"We've loaded it up, all the bodies are wrapped in sheets, one of the healers said you prefer to keep them as uncontaminated as possible, whatever that means." He said mirthlessly, his harsh voice echoing around the helm before squeezing its way through the eye slit. "Need anything else?"

"As a matter of fact I do, you see that Imperial who just passed you on your way in? The mad looking one?" He asked, keeping his voice hushed while looking around at the few remaining breathing occupants of the club. "He just stole a sizeable amount of gold from me, he also stole something from the bar area though I didn't see what he took, the barman can vouch for me. I suggest you arrest him."

"Really?" The guard said, a distinct sound of suspicion mingled in with sudden amusemant in his voice, Sondil had a feeling the guard knew he was lying, but the prospect of actually doing his real job rather than loading dead bodies must have appealed to him. "Very well, I'll handle it. He'll go to Fort Moonmoth, you can reclaim your stolen possessions there after we make the arrest."

"Very well good sir, I shall follow with bated breath." Sondil said, rising from his seat with a half smile, a darkness twinkled behind his eyes as the guard turned away and left the club. "Lets go Oberon, it seems our wild Imperial friend has inadvertently given an even better opportunity than before."

The Altmer walked proudly from the club to find the streets back to a relative state of normality, save for the cart full of cloth wrapped cadavers, the Hlaalu Guard was stood a short distance away with three other guard, talking to a bemused looking Bosmer who was pointing off into the direction of the large Imperial Fort. Immediately the guards began on their way are a brisk pace, the Hlaalu turning to nod at Sondil as he went.

Oberon followed on foot, his tail wagging wildly, beating unsuspecting passers by like a whip. Sondil smiled softly as he urged his horses to move, following behind the guards as they all collectively approached his prey.