Nytt - Applewatch inn Room #4 - Cyrodiil.
Nytt was about to assault her with the intention of wrestling her to the ground when he sensed her vampirism. "Woah.. Vampire.." He muttered as he tried to trace his steps. Were they in the wrong room? he thought as his mind raced. He'd expected to come into this room seeing an angry werewolf and now he only had a really angry vampire.

"Phew.." He sighed and sheathed his sword, "What's your name vampire?" Nytt asked as he searched his memory for her face, he recognised her from somewhere but couldn't quite pinpoint it- But either way, he had no fear of her now.

OOC: If your character is in the Dark Blood guild could you please read this post, It explains a few things that I didn't think of before and I will copy this information into the OP.

IC:

Sirius: Morrowind: Balmora underground

"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." Maglir said a little hurridly as though afraid to let Issac take another chance to talk.

Sirius nodded, still looking out the window at the two were-creatures, one of them seemed to be getting distressed about whatever they were discussing. As Maglir and Issac swapped names and pleasantries Sirius tried to guess what the were-creatures were talking about by lip reading.

"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" Issac spoke with a hint of pride in his voice.

Sirius looked between the two of them, he was feeling very very unsettled, and he had learnt to recognise that feeling, it usually meant something was about to go horribly out of control.

"We have just a few rules, If a higher ranking member than yourselves asks you to do something, you do it. unless it is to harm another guild member in any way. If you have a problem with someone you have to discuss it with them especially if it's a vampire, we are immortal so holding a grudge forever would be stupid for many different reasons. You will not steal from another guild member. " He put his hand into a pocket on the inside of his waistcoat and pulled out several pieces of parchment.

Whilst flicking through them to look for the right ones he continued to speak.
"Now to the issue of life taking; you may take a mortals life, we need to for drinking and the were-creatures need to for killing. As a guild we look out for each other we will not betray each other in any way. However we are allowed, although it is really best that you don't, to kill each other. I would not recommend it though as if you kill another vampire or were-creature you have to live with yourself for eternity." Sirius gave a very sly smile and stuffed all but two pieces of paper back into his pocket.

"These are for you. They are http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h63/half_tooth/TamrielMapDarkbloodhideouts-1.jpg made by our guild cartographer and they have marked on them the locations of all our underground hide outs. The big mark over the Jerall Mountains is our central hall, and it is enchanted so that only people in the guild can find it. I couldn't begin to explain how that works though for I am no mage." He held out a map in each hand for Maglir and Issac, whilst briefly glancing back out the window, the two were-creatures were arguing now.

"There are some mages amongst our kind though, and in each hide out there is a teleportation system, like the one used by the mages guild, which enables you to get to any of the other hide-outs for a small amount of gold." He paused for a moment, the smell of sweat mixed with fear and adrenalin filled his nose. The source of the smell was not to difficult to find though, the were-creatures outside had started fighting and a couple of people were watching.

"Welcome, Iassac and Maglir to the Dark Blood guild you are both of the True Vampire rank. I am terribly sorry but I need to see what is going on outside."

Sirius quickly stood up and made his way back out into the narrow street, except when he reached the door he was more than shocked to see one of the were-creatures pinned to the floor by a snarling werewolf. The beast was not fully changed yet, his growls of pain echoed down the streets.

It's still one night until the full moon. Sirius thought to himself.

"Does anyone feel like helping my contain an werewolf?" He yelled.

Jimri, Cyrodill, Applewatch inn, chamber 4

Jimri was about to try grabbing a chair and using it to trap the elf's sword when he suddenly backed off. Sheathing back his sword and sighing in relief, before asking 'what's your name, vampire'. Which was definitively a strange reaction. Vampires seldom caused relief. But it begged the question of how he had seen through the charade. Probably the fangs, they get more noticeable when I'm angry, and right now I am.

Taking a better look at the elf's face, Jimri noticed some details ? the overall gauntness, a something in the eyes and other subtle hints showing he too was a vampire. Which explained his present reaction if not why the pair came into her room.

Relaxing somewhat, she spoke in a normal voice "I'm Jimri, and you ? And while you're at it, can you tell me what brought your fine pair to my room uninvited ?". While speaking, she made what looked like an idle motion with her right hand but was on of the recognition signs she had learned for the Dark Blood guild. Even if they were still plenty of vampire who didn't belong, it was worth an attempt. But she nonetheless kept enough distance to be able to react if his mood shifted back to violence.

OOC: Hope you don't mind me controlling the guards, Solidor

Darion, Road between Balmora and Fort Moonmoth.

Keeping a leisurely pace, Darion continued his way to the Imperial Fortress just a few minutes away. He allowed himself a contented smile, the brisk night air against his skin, the soft glow of the moon all around him.

"You there! Imperial!"

Darion sighed. "[censored]." He turned around to the source of the noise to see not one, but four Hlaalu guards on the road just behind him. And further back...was that the crazy Altmer who had spoken to him in the bar? That miserable cur...

The guards continued their approach. "Listen fellas," Darion began, a bit unnerved. "I don't know what that Altmer over there told you, but he's a little touched in the head. Catch my drift? He was asking me for blood and such back in the bar."

"He claims you stole a sizeable amount of gold from him, Outlander," replied another Hlaalu as the foursome continued their approach. "And the bartender there verified that you stole from the Dancing Guar." Darion saw two of the guards place their hands at their weapons. "You're under arrest."

Darion's heart fluttered in his chest. What the hell was wrong with that Altmer? Why was he so eager? Whatever the reason, Darion was positive he didn't want to find out. He could feel the sharp sting of adrenaline cutting through his veins as the guards drew close. It wasn't his first time being chased by the authorities, however. All he needed to do was-

His thoughts were cut short as he suddenly doubled over with pain. He looked frantically down at his arm. There, he saw his muscles growing, bulging to the point where his skin could barely contain them. Long streaks of heavy brown fur began to erupt from the paths of his veins.

What the hell!? Darion thought with a sense of panic. This isn't supposed to happen tonight! In desperation, he grabbed the handle of his silver longsword, ignoring the sensation of fire that engulfed his hand, and threw it far to the side. With another cry of pain, he went down to all fours, as the transformation accelerated, and Darion the Imperial was pushed aside.

The Hlaalu guards stood frozen in place. "By Azura's Star..."

It was finished. Almost as quickly as it had begun, Darion Rayner had disappeared, replaced by 1,000 pounds of very irritable, very hungry, werebear. Layers of muscle rippled beneath a heavy carpet of thick brown fur, dark amber eyes regarding the mortals before them like an appetizer. The hair along the beast's spine rose like one hundred thousand slender needles before it let out a vehement roar, droplets of saliva trailing from its maw.

The guards remained frozen as the great beast rampaged towards them.

Jimri? Hmm, don't recall any Jimri. he thought as he knelt beside Robert while keeping his eyes trained on Jimri, it was then that he noticed the little 'hand sign' they taught members of the dark blood guild so that they could recognise themselves better. "Ah, that's where I recognise you from! You're a member of the 'DBG'." He stated loudly and stood up, "My name is Nytt - Fang of the DBG." He added with a small smile, "It appears our mortal friend has got you mixed up with someone else, there isn't much time however and we must leave to collect the real target we're after. As of now Jimri, you're with me - Gather your belongings, we have a werewolf to track." He finished and did the funky 'hand sign' just in case she didn't believe him.

He then knelt down by Robert and poked him, "Get up you woman." he jeered as he offered his hand to help his friend up.

ooc: I dont if you dont


IC:




Sondil



Sondil encouraged the horse onwards at a leisurely pace, smiling all the while as he watched the guards stop and confront the wild looking Imperial. Oberon didn't share Sondil's delight however, something shifted visibly in his demeanour, first he was passive then highly aggressive, the hair on his back on end and teeth fully exposed as a baritone growl punctured the silence around them followed by a chilling sound of a man in pain.

The Altmer looked up to see the Imperial bent double, his muscles looked as if they where ripping and tearing themselves before reforming twice their original size, covered in a thick brown fur. He reached down and grasped a silver blade at his side with a scream, or Sondil assumed it was silver judging by the white whips of smoke that shot out as it burned at his flesh.

It wasn't enough to stop the change however, and within seconds Sondil found himself positively astounded with glee at what he saw, a huge snarling were-bear stood in place of the Imperial. The guards stood rooted to the spot -- he thought he could see a dripping of urine from the breaks in the armour one of them wore but decided it was too dark to confirm his suspicions, not that it was important any way.

The Guard Sondil had sent after the were-creature pulled out his sword with more courage and bravery than any sane man should have and stood his ground with blind recklessness while the other three turned and bolted away back down the pathway to Sondil.

"Ah?Where exactly do you three think your going?" Sondil said loudly as they drew ever nearer. He raised a hand, glowing with a cloud of green smoke like light, then released the energy and watched as three bright green orbs spiralled around each other before separating at the very last minute -- illuminating the un-armoured faces of the three guards as each bolt sank into each of their chests and paralysed them.

Then he did something that no sane man would ever dream of doing, he didn't just stand and pull out a sword like the guards man, he began throwing small fire balls around the bears feet -- tempting him into a bloody rage from which Sondil could reap the benefits.

"Come on my friend, its an open buffet." He muttered as the Guardsman lashed out nervously with his sword.

Jimri, Cyrdoill, applewatch inn, room 4

As the newcomer introduced himself as 'Nytt', and Fang of the guild, then confirmed it with the handsign, Jimri sighed with resignation. Me and my rotten luck. Bumping into one of the top shots would be enough of a pain, but he's trailing some damn werewolf. Crap. Big, steaming and stinking pile of crap...

"Don't think I'm dragging my heels... Well, maybe some, tracking a werewolf through some snowy and frozen mountain forest isn't my idea of a good time. But getting out wearing that is going to draw more attention than I'd like". She pointed at her current outfit. "To make things worse, most of what I'd normally wear is getting cleaned."

Jimri thought about the situation for a few seconds before continuing "Of course it's not as if I needed a lot of clothing. Cold isn't much of a problem for our ilk. But I'd rather exit by the window in that case, and come back before the morning to get my things and horse."

Hans Svenson, Fort Moonmoth, Balmora

The Nordic boy froze the moment the roar cut the air. He'd heared such roars before, on frequent occasions cutting into the howling winds of a Skyrim storm. But here, in Morrowind... keeping his palms flat against the stonework of the fort, he looked up to the night sky. There sat Masser and Secunda, neither of them shining with full splendor in the stars. So how could there possibly be a were-bear, if that roar came from that beast-man? Hans wondered, his hands pressing firmer on the stone.

And went through.

As if the stonework of that fort -a thick, sturdy ash-granite- was merely cloth hangings, the small frame of Hans fell through, tumbling ungracefully across the thick wall and into the hall beyond. Rolling in a clatter of shield, sword, and entanglement of cloak, he hit the opposite wall, this time coming to rest. He didn't open his eyes until a moment later, finding himself in the lap of an armored Imperial Soldier. Uh-oh. What he thought had been the opposite wall was in fact an Imperial soldier that he had tumbled upon. The boy innocently looked up from his tangle of cloak at the face of a dazed, confused Imperial.

"How the-?" He never finished his question, his hazel eyes finding Hans' steel cat-eyes. For a moment, he was stunned by the strangeness of those eyes, and in that moment the boy struck. Helmets are good for protecting the head, and if they have chin-strap plates, even better, but they ultimately failed to protect one's neck, and with a more streamlined, as of yet unsquared facial structure, the boy's jaws found purchase with little trouble. Cold metal pressed his cheeks together as hot blood filled his mouth, and he proceeded to gorge himself on the struggling, gasping soldier. The blood overflowed, pouring down the man's neck and staining the clothes beneath his cuirass.

When he felt the heart stop beating, he retreated, admiring his work in the light of the torch the soldier had dropped. A quick and clean -by his standards anyways- kill, and now he was licking his lips of the delightfully sweet fluid. Untangling himself from the cloak and the man, he inhaled deeply, and blew out the torch. The hall plunged into darkness instantly.

Now what? Hans snapped at himself, looking at the corpse in the darkness. He could see it perfectly, and see the length of the hallway. But that wasn't what had him unsure of where to proceed now. I mean... I know powers get stronger with age... but I'm only forty years into the vampirism. And wall-phasing has never been that easy before. I didn't focus on getting through at all. I mean, I was planning to, I wanted to, but I was focused on the were-bear, not the wall. So how did I do that? Hans wondered, still looking down the hall at a stairwell. In the back of his mind, while focused on the wall issue, he was contemplating hiding this new body.

I'll figure it out later. Hans decided, and threaded his small arms under the man's arm pits. Shifting him so he lay parallel to the wall, Hans then put an arm under his knees, and one under his back. It was the closest the small boy could get to a bridal carry. He trudged over to the stairwell, straining and occasionally leaning on the wall; willing every fiber of his being not to go through.

When he finally reached the staircase and had the body stashed behind two crates, he grinned with realization. The werebear was a perfect distraction. With the commotion not too far from the fort, soldiers were bound to be attracted, leaving his guard-killings to a minimum. And this sudden ease with which he could traverse walls, if it held steady, would make the travel so much easier. Maybe even...

Hans stifled a gasp as he suddenly fell, the stone floor beneath him rippling with watery consistency and failing to hold his weight. It was like sinking in quicksand, only faster. A moment later the ceiling spat him out, dropping the Nordic child onto the floor below. Stone can be terribly unforgiving on one's rump, much to Hans' displeasure, and he got on his knees to look around. He'd fallen straight through the floor onto the floor beneath, in what appeared to be just another hallway. Sniffing, Hans got whiff of several sweaty, metallic men; guards in full Imperial Platemail and cotton undershirts. Must be near the guard barracks. He theorized, dusting himself off as he stood up, suddenly glad he did not have much metal on him and mostly cloth.

He would have made more noise than that bear if he'd fallen through the floor in full armor. Okay... so going through the floor is a go. Better keep that in mind, can't have any more mishaps.

After Isaac spoke about his skills Sirius told him and maglir the rules.


"We have just a few rules, If a higher ranking member than yourselves asks you to do something, you do it. unless it is to harm another guild member in any way. If you have a problem with someone you have to discuss it with them especially if it's a vampire, we are immortal so holding a grudge forever would be stupid for many different reasons. You will not steal from another guild member. "


He spoke even more of the rules.


"Now to the issue of life taking; you may take a mortals life, we need to for drinking and the were-creatures need to for killing. As a guild we look out for each other we will not betray each other in any way. However we are allowed, although it is really best that you don't, to kill each other. I would not recommend it though as if you kill another vampire or were-creature you have to live with yourself for eternity."


Isaac listened even more.




These are for you. They are maps made by our guild cartographer and they have marked on them the locations of all our underground hide outs. The big mark over the Jerall Mountains is our central hall, and it is enchanted so that only people in the guild can find it. I couldn't begin to explain how that works though for I am no mage."


Isaac took the map and look for a few short seconds admiring the color of the map and seeing the bases and listened to Sirius again.


"There are some mages amongst our kind though, and in each hide out there is a teleportation system, like the one used by the mages guild, which enables you to get to any of the other hide-outs for a small amount of gold."


"Welcome, Isaac and Maglir to the Dark Blood guild you are both of the True Vampire rank. I am terribly sorry but I need to see what is going on outside."

Isaac nodded to Sirius but didn't know that their was a fight outside he looked and could see two were creatures fighting it made him thin about him and his parents. Isaac was thinking about the time that he escaped the hell of his parents seller and was bitten by the Berne vampire that day he forever changed into his current self and how that the powers he gained the strength to kill both of his parents in cold blood the blood that was the ink to his contract that made him a creature of the night, Isaac nodded back to reality


"Does anyone feel like helping my contain an werewolf?"

For a short second he was thinking not to get involved in the current situation but it would be a great way for him to show his skills to Sirius plus this place was great to make himself known so he replied with confidence


"I'm in it will let me show you my skills" said Isaac

OOC: Hey half tooth will the people in the dark bloods guild gain ranks during the RP?

ooc: Okedokee Carrol

Benedictus, Half a mile outside Chorrol

It didn't take to long to track down the path the Nordic teen ran. In fact, it seemed that the boy had just traveled in a straight line, save for turning to dodge various obstacles.
Ben continued along the made path, keeping his crossbow at the ready. Just in case. In a way, he felt a bit more relaxed while walking. Although the silence gave an eerie ring, causing the argonian to firmly the handle of the crossbow. The only thing he could really hear was the sound of his own breathing, and the occasional small gust of wind blowing leaves around on the forest floor. Benedictus wasn't scared, or frightened in any way - he had learned to control that fear over the course of his life. The vampiric lizard was merely being cautious, alert of his surroundings.

When he had finally discovered the boy lying down on the other side of a rock, eyes closed with a strange smile spread across his lips. The boy seemed to be in some sort of happy place. Benedictus' brow raised slightly - this boy was a strange one indeed. He quietly made his way to a small boulder a few feet from the boy and sat down, a little surprised that the Nord was completely oblivious to the Argonian. He placed the crossbow down in a way so that it was pressed against his leg just in case he needed to use it.

''You do realize that the woods are just as dangerous as the roads?'' Benedictus asked, not exactly knowing to best way to get the boy to notice him. He merely spoke the first thing that entered his mind. The woodland realms were possibly the most dangerous areas to be in, especially at night - where most large predators came out to feed.

OOC: Well then, if you don't mind I'll take a swing at a werewolf. Nice method of starting the transition, by the way, not too obvious but enough to let us know.


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Maglir nodded, paying more attention to the elf's wandering eyes than his words. He seemed to be looking over Maglir's shoulder, but the Bosmer couldn't exactly turn around while Sirius was talking, so he decided to wait, if it was a pressing matter it would manifest itself shortly.


"These are for you. They are maps made by our guild cartographer and they have marked on them the locations of all our underground hide outs. The big mark over the Jerall Mountains is our central hall, and it is enchanted so that only people in the guild can find it. I couldn't begin to explain how that works though for I am no mage."

Maglir took the map, glanced at it, questioned why there was no sanctuary in Falinesti, and folded it back up, storing it safely in his vest pocket.

"There are some mages amongst our kind though, and in each hide out there is a teleportation system, like the one used by the mages guild, which enables you to get to any of the other hide-outs for a small amount of gold."

Maglir continued nodding, eyeing his rose on the table once more, tracing the delicate petals with his eyes. He was about to ask about the female population of the guild, but Sirius continued his monologue, "Welcome, Iassac and Maglir to the Dark Blood guild you are both of the True Vampire rank. I am terribly sorry but I need to see what is going on outside."

Before Maglir could fully comprehend what the elf had said Sirius got up and walked briskly out of the tavern, no doubt whatever had captured his attention before had escalated.

The Bosmer hopped up from his seat and followed the elf to the door, surprised to find a fight had broken out in the undergroud street of the sanctuary. What was more interesting than the fight itself, however, was that one of the combatants was a quickly transforming vampire. Maglir tried to recall if the moon outside had been full, but disregarded the thought, of course it had to be full, how else could there be a werewolf right in front of him?

"Does anyone feel like helping my contain an werewolf?" The tall elf shouted.

The Imperial, Isaac, popped up from somewhere behind Maglir, answering the elf's call with his rough human voice, "I'm in! It will let me show you my skills!"

'A little eager, isn't he? And is the most pressing matter on his mind demonstrating his skills? Is he trying to kiss up to the elf, or is he just a little slow?' Maglir shrugged, he wouldn't want another member of his new guild getting hurt if he could help it. Fortunately he had put his combat gloves on back in the tavern topside, so he didn't have to waste time preparing.

Without bothering to answer the elf verbally, Maglir jumped into the circle that had formed around the two were-creatures, his eyes moving back and forth, rapidly assessing the situation. He brought his hands up, fists at the ready, and decided the pinned human would most certainly want his assistance. Trusting his fellows to back him up, he leaped towards the were creature, intending to tackle him off the human, trusting his superhuman vampire strength would make up for what the Bosmer lacked in size.

He collided with a wall of fur and flesh, wrapping his thin arms around the beast's midsection, driving into it with his shoulder, pushing forwards with his now grounded legs. He dove his mind into his pool of magicka, ready to cast an emergency spell if the situation became too dire.

Should be able to post on friday. Uglius, Elgen, are you guys going to come down to the Imperial City? I've heard some things.

[ooc] And so the fun begins. Hurrah! [/ooc]

S'Kragki - En Route to Fort Moonmoth

The cool night air had always been kind to S'Kragki, a gentle reminder of his frozen homeland. Being undead made it even more pleasant; if he pleased, he could streak across Skyrim and not get so much as the sniffles. Despite this, he found himself shivering. He felt strange, and it brought to mind the feeling just after a battle when he was mortal, the exhilarating sensation of adrenaline surging through his bloodstream. Hell, he almost felt alive again. Absently, the cat swiped the back of his hand across his nose and gave a gruff laugh.

"That must have been some damn good Sujamma.."

Within moments the playful thoughts faded and he stopped abruptly as a sound came to his ears from ahead. Turning his gaze in that direction, he could make out three Hlaalu Guardsmen and a magelike figure approaching a human. Turning his snout up into the air, he sniffed a few times then raised an eyebrow. An odd combination of rot and animal pheromones was wafting his way, and when he closed his eyes, he managed to discern that they were coming from two slightly different directions. The rot came from the lanky robed one, likely a necromancer of some kind, and the other..

S'Kragki's eyes snapped open. That was no normal animal scent. That was the stink of a werebeast, and it was coming from the human. A glance at the moon caused him a bit of worry. It didn't quite look full, but it would mean the man could be feeling a little more.. bestial then usual. From a fair distance, he watched the guards intercept the man and speak with him. All seemed good and well, probably just a werecritter that got a bit rowdy. And then all hell broke loose. The man began twitching, then yelling. As he realized just what was going on, S'Kragki blinked in disbelief and wrinkled his brow. "Aw, son of a [censored].. Again?"

Shrugging off his pack and coat, the cat quickly became a blur, darting in a streak of white and black towards what had recently been a man. The Khajiit ignored the fireballs and the fleeing guards, heading straight for the werebear. He couldn't let any of those four get hurt by the thing, but he didn't want to harm the beast either. S'Kragki knew very well the lack of control they had when turned, so his aim was to injure and nothing more. A primal roar tore out of his throat as he approached, then rammed straight into the side of half a ton of angry lycanthrope shoulder-first.

Robert awoke with one hell of a headache. It felt like the heavens had just fallen into his face. And then he remembered the werewolf tossing it. He looked over at Nytt with a pained look. "Oh, bloody hell. That's the first time someone's actually been strong enough to toss a house in my face." he muttered, as he got up. He quickly noticed the woman still there, and looked over at Nytt.

"Why's she still here?" he asked, quite intently, and glared over at the werewolf. Bloody retards, that's what the whole lot of werewolves were. If he'd been in charge, they'd all get thrown into a dark hole for the rest of his lifetime.


OOC: And [censored] people, I'm so overloaded with exams right now posting might be sporadic at best.

Nytt smirked and looked over his shoulder towards Jimri, "She's a vampire, in the dark blood guild if you wouldn't believe it. Looks like Jonas jumped to conclusions and got the wrong girl." He said as he offered his hand for Robert to support himself on. "Now, she's coming with us to look for this werewolf." he added and turned his attention back to Jimri.

"Don't worry about your belongings, you've still got this room here. We wont be out for long, after all - She's only a werewolf. No need to break out backs over it." He told her with a brief smile, "But bring a weapon and be prepared to get attacked, werewolves aren't renown for their subtlety."

Jimri, Cyrodill, Applewatch inn, room 4

Jimri gave the recovering breton a slightly embarrassed, and mostly amused, smile. "Sorry about the tankard. But at least it wasn't wood, you'll get better." Then she turned her attention to Nytt, whispering a short incantation to call forth a small ball of light into her hand. "not trained enough with weapons to bother with hauling one around. Even less one impressive enough to deter a werewolf. But magic should work just fine to calm her down if the need arises. Of course if she's the scout gal from this evening, she's a breton and I'd better not skimp on spell strength."

Jimri looked around her room, wondering about what to wear, then decided to keep her current outfit, even if it was hardly suited to a trek through the forest. "I won't even bother with a change of clothes. I'd rather look silly than threatening. It might help.". She nonetheless stopped to take off her slippers and stick them in her pockets. She had grown fond of their soft comfort and didn't want to ruin them.

Now that she was ready, Jimri moved to her window and opened it, bending out for a better look. "It looks like you're right about having to go for a hunt - her window's open, and there's a trace in the snow where someone jumped." She frowned as she observed the prints "But it also looks like we aren't the only ones going for a hunt. There's a set of prints following hers. Bigger and heavier than I'd like if I'm sizing the prints right."

Robert, Cyrodiil, Applewatch

Robert looked at the woman and returned her gesture with a not so amused smile.

"Hell of a shot, I'll give you that, but if you greet all your guests the same way it's a wonder you're still walking around. " he said, looking grimly at the window. And here she wasn't even a werewolf. Silly woman. He'd have to get back at her someday. Maybe boot her into daylight a bright summer morning.

"Well Nytt, looks like she's got a bag of tricks in her pocket. Might come in hand one day." he noted to his friend. "But I wonder if the larger footprints you saw (since you don't have one hell of a headache) belongs to Aric, a werewolf Nytt know of" he told Jimri, with still a bit of harshness in his voice.

Bran, Half a mile outside Chorrol

In the distance Bran heard a voice, a talking voice which he didn't understand at first. Was the voice talking to him or was it just doing so on its own? He didn't know. He started to feel the air in the forest as well as the ground under him. It was strange. He couldn't remember falling asleep, nor did he know how he ended up where he was. It was all weird.

Bran opened his eyes slowly and looked around carefully. He saw a familiar looking argonian, but didn't know from where. The moments before his sleep was hazy. He sat up slowly and slightly moved away from the argonian, still feeling a bit threatened by his presence. 'Uh... What?' Bran managed to say. 'What happened? How did I end up here? And what happened to the bandits?' He blurted before he actually remembered the bandits on a thinking level.

(I am being disturbed)

Jimri, appleawatch inn, room 4

Jimri listened to the injured breton's speech with a warm and innocent smile. "Not every guest, only the unwelcome ones, when I think I can get away with it. Now as far as the footprints go, if that Alric is on the overgrown side, it could have been him.".

She looked at him, observing the result of her throw. "Wow, I didn't think I've tossed that tankard that good. I must have been in a really sour mood.". She moved closer to the man "don't skitter away, I won't hurt you. Quite the contrary, I'm going to do a bit of healing.". Jimri spoke another short incantation, before gently brushing her fingers on Robert's head. With the telltale glow of magic, he could feel the warmth of he healing pouring into this skull, easing the bruise. "Here it is. You should feel better now. I can't do much for your pride, but at least your head looks fine. I don't think the bone was even broken."

Nytt - Applewatch Inn #4 - Cyrodiil.
Nytt walked towards the window as Jimri set about healing Robert and inspected the tracks. "They look like Alric's alright, which is good. He'll probably have the situation under control. But if not, we best hurry, leave through the front entrance so to avoid any suspicions." And to let Jones know we're alright. he thought as he walked towards the door, "Come, we must follow Aric's tracks, I'm sure they'll lead us to her."

Jimri, Cyrodill, applewatch inn

Having finished her healing ? and truth to be told to caring much about how Robert would take it ? Jimri headed back to the window. "I you don't mind, I'd rather use the window. Dressed as I am, going for the front door would rise, rather than quell, suspicion. Oh and please close the windows once I'm out, I don't think the innkeeper would like if my room got frozen."

Jimri didn't wait for an answer, and neither did she slow down. One carefully calculated jump later, she sailed through the window before landing on the ground with the silent grace of a trained acrobat and the inhuman agility of a vampire. She shivered a little as she felt the snow under her bare feet, but forced herself to ignore it. That's not cold enough to harm you, and vampires can't catch a cold. Stop being grumpy and get to work, you lazy girl...

It had been more than forty year since the last time she had followed a track, and Applewatch was very different place than Valenwood, but the snow made the twin tracks obvious enough. She looked up at the window, commenting in a normal voice, relying on the other's vampires keen senses to catch up "Seen from here, whoever was there was both tall and heavy ? long steps and heavy prints. Six to seven feets tall, and probably two hundred pound at least. The prints are all messed up, it looks like the guy was wearing the sort of fur boots that passes for fashion in Skyrim's most backward corners. Does it match that Aric guy ?"

Hans Svenson, Fort Moonmoth
Hans stood completely still in the corner, not daring to move and finding himself extremely thankful he needn't breathe. He had just sneaked down the hallway he'd fallen into and arrived in the Guard's barracks; up ahead he could plainly see the door that led down into the prison cells.

If it had not been for his supernatural speed, he would have likely been noticed by the Imperial Soldier who rushed into the Guard barracks from the second entryway, hollering to his subordinates about a disturbance outside of the Fort. They'd been ordered to grab anything silver they owned, and if they needed a silver weapon, see if the armorer had any remaining. Well, that's a pretty obvious clue. Werebear.

"We've got the archers rotating watches to keep an eye on the thing while they get as many silver arrows as they can." The soldier informed his men as they rushed to get their armor on. "Now we have a limited supply of silver, boys, and steel ain't likely to do much against it according to our battlemages. So I want the Troopers and Champions getting the first weapon pick, and the spearmen, take anything you own that's silver and wrap it around your spear-heads."

"Sir yes sir!" The men currently in the barracks, which amounted to six, replied. As the Commander left Hans could hear one of the men whispering to the other while they took the silver necklaces their wives had given them and wrapped it around their spears.

"He actually trusts those mages?"

"One thing you'll come to learn, recruit, is that when you're facing the unnatural, you best trust them mages." The older soldier replied in a fatherly tone. Hans wondered just how many fresh recruits were in this fort, compared to the more seasoned veterans. He wasn't caring about the werebear's well-being, of course; more vets meant a greater challenge for him. He made sure to remain completely still, hoping that the shadows of the hallway corner he had positioned himself in would hide him. He waited until the clanking of the six men leaving the room died down. And they have a few always guarding the prison cells, of course.

Silently, the child walked across the room, eyes alert, and when he came to the door, placed his hand on it testingly. Locked, of course. Well, let's see if this stays consistent. Placing his palms against the wooden doorway, he willed himself through. The principle behind a wall and a door weren't much different, and while sometimes material differed they were often the same as well. So the door bent to his will much like a wall, rippling and dispersing around his body to engulf him as he walked through, sloshing off his skin to revert back to its hard, unyielding wooden state. He was on the other side, partly concealed in the dimly lit hallway by a torch propped in the corner of the turn. Hans inhaled, smelling the mortal legionarie sitting bored at his desk, shuffling through papers. He could hear the throbbing pulse in the man's jugular.

He had fed twice now, in the course of only a few hours at most; by all rights his tiny body should be full. But once was a meager amount on a blade, and the other was a full body; and Hans longed for more. No child was content with merely a single sweet. And this was one man, alone, trapped in a hallway with so many caged, helpless men. Hans' grin was far too sinister to be found on a mere child's face. Inhaling deeply he breathed out at the torch, and it flickered erratically.

"That's odd." He heard the legionaire state. Quickly Hans inhaled again and blew, this time extinguishing the fire with spittle and wind. "What in the name of the gods?" The legionaire exclaimed.

Softly, Hans drew his dagger from his hip, clutching it tight as he heard the footsteps of the legionaire and saw the glow of a new torch. The moment he rounded the corner, the legionaire was doomed. The dagger slid across his neck before he even saw it, and Hans gently guided him to the ground softly, his mouth engulfing the man's neck and greedily gulping the blood from his veins.

OOC: I do apolgise for my lack of posting, I have three deadlines for Monday, so I will post when I can over the weekend between sleeping and working, but everything will be back to normal by Monday evening.

By the way, Darkom and Ringman, you may control the werewolf if you like if you want to fight with him.

I just found a really brilliant way to do a tribute to Juib in my post XD

IC:

Sirius: Morrowind: Balmora underground

While Maglir and Issac headed straight for the werewolf, Sirius ran to the man who was being pinned down by the werewolf, slid his arms under the man's armpits and pulled him across and the floor and then into a standing position.

"Stand up, there you go." Sirius said brushing the man down and holding his shoulders which were shaking badly, he looked terrified. "What's your name?"

"Darcil Maroni" He stammered, pulling himself from Sirius' grip and running down the street towards the ladder back up into Balmora.
Sirius whipped around, wondering how best to deal with the snarling werebeast.
"Do not kill him!" he shouted "Stun him if you can! We do not harm our own!"

The werewolf looked around at the crowd that had gathered around him, none of them would be able to be infected by the wolf at least, the were-creatures here already had the disease and the vampires were immune to it.
"We need to draw it to the old cattle area!" Sirius said loudly to everyone. The cattle area was where the mortals stayed if they were with a vampire or a were-creature and as long as there was a mortal in one of the cages you could take blood from them if you felt too lazy to go above ground.

Sirius drew his blades and growled back at the werewolf making sure to show his fangs. The wolf took his eyes away from Maglir and eyed Sirius, turning his head as Sirius began to walk in a circle around him.
"Help me draw him this way." He said to Maglir and Issac as he started walking backwards down the street swirling his katana in a circle of eight motion to show the wolf he meant business.

Maglir pinned the beast but got back up. Sirius yelled to Isaac and maglir while luring the beast.

"Help me draw him this way."


Isaac jumped to the scene and drew his two ebony short swords at the beast making it angry.

"Come on follow me you fool"Isaac yelled


The beast was furious it ran towards Isaac at a amazing speed but Isaac ran up a building wall and jumped back down behind the were creature roundhouse kicking it in the back making it stumble a few feet from its place making it angrier than ever.

"Maglir follow me to the stables" Isaac yelled while running to the stable with the wolf close behind him