Nytt - Applewatch inn #4 - Cyrodiil.

"Right, very well then." Nytt stated as he watched her jump out of the window. Godamnit, you'd think being the head of her guild she'd listen to me. "Women mate, never doing what they're told, always gotta be them making the decisions." He said to Robert as he walked out the door. He could only imagine what Jones was thinking after what he could've heard. "Come on mate, let's go make sure these tracks are what she says they are before Jones calls the cavalry."

That'd be just grand, I can only imagine the fun Alric would have letting all his werewolf cubs know about how he'd sent us in to get a woman out of her room and in the end the imperial army had to be called. Nytt felt a twang of embarrassment and a pinch of resentment towards Alric but Nytt figured it was normal - Afterall, racism is fun when no one else knows about it.

Darion, Cluster [censored] near Fort Moonmoth

The first, valiant Hlaalu had stood his ground, lashing out with his blade at the great behemoth.

He never had a prayer.

The beast lashed out with a simple swipe of its paw. A sharp crach sounded through the night as bonebold and the guard's skeleton cracked and popped in unison. Travelling in a short arc, the guard landed nearby in a heap of flesh and shattered armour.

Before the thing that had once been Darion had a chance to turn its attention back to the other guards, a sudden barrage of fire baked the ground around its feet. But it was a hunter, not some timid farm animal to be goaded so easily. It turned its dark amber eyes to the Altmer, undaunted, before its maw parted, showcasing rows of long, scythe like teeth. Its body shook with the ferocity of its roar.

But then, in a move that had to be equal parts desperation and stupidity, another creature, one with a far different smell than the other prey, charged at the great hunter, slamming its tiny frame into the very bulk of the beast. There was power behind that blow...power that could only come from unnatural strength and speed. Still, the sheer weight of the werebear meant that the blow only knocked it off its feet for a split second. It turned angrily towards this new prey.

"This way, men!" The shout came from behind the beast...from the Imperial Fort. Prey or no, soon there would be far too many for the hunter to handle on its own. And to be a hunter was not to mindlessly seek combat, after all.

The werebear turned towards the fire spewing mage, and the oddly white cat which had attacked it. After letting loose an angry growl, it turned its attention back to the fallen Hlaalu. Bracing its paw against the fallen guard's back, it clamped onto its prey's arm with its jaw, and pulled...taking a large piece of the corpse's torso with it. With what would have to be a sufficient meal in mouth, the bear cast one last glare at the men who had attacked it, before lumbering off into wilderness of Vvardenfell, surprisingly graceful despite its clumsy shape.

Sondil, Balmora



Impressive? Sondil thought to himself at the beasts display of brute strength, a single swipe of its heavy arm and the Hlaalu was down, his armour splintered and cracked, head caved in to a pulp. The Altmer now stood on the ground beside his cart, both hands glowing furiously with an intertwining combination of bright red and deep purple as he slowly approached the beast.

He needn't have bothered readying spells however, out of no where a white blur shot across the scene, crashing into the mass of sinewy fur covered muscle before Sondil could do anything to stop it. He watched curiously as the bear lumbered back a few feet then reared its ugly snarling head at the snow white Khajiit, he saw something flicker in its eyes as the sound of running feet and clanking armour met their ears -- the beast was a smart one.

It moved faster than Sondil had given it credit for, stooping down to tear a chunk -- and a large one at that, of the Hlaalu's torso, turning to give on prolonged almost threatening stare before shooting off into the wilderness.

Sondil couldn't believe his luck, it had worked out easier than he had thought. He looked up to the cresting road to see the silhouettes of running soldiers slowly growing more consistent in detail, he wouldn't have long.

Without hesitation he approached the dead Hlaalu and crouched over it with several vials in his hand and a spoon like tool in the other and began working, scraping at the broken helm where the beast had hit -- taking away minute shavings of the claws and hairs it had left behind. Once he had taken as much as he could he examined the wound on the torso, finding dripping thick saliva from the bears mouth around it he quickly scooped it up just as the guards approached.

"Quickly! Arrest this crazed Khajiit, he's a monster! Look what he did to these guard" Sondil shouted in fake desperation, averting the guards attention away from himself as he bolted back to his cart.

The horse reared angrily as the whip cracked on its hind quarters, but obeyed and pulled him away from the grizzly scene, heading back to his cave on the outskirts of Balmora.

Maglir- Morrowind- Balmora Underground


Maglir made contact with the werewolf, his rushed tackling method seeming to have little effect, as he bounced off the wall of muscle like a paper ball. He fell to the stone floor, dazed for a moment, wondering why in Tamriel he had just done that. But before he could find time to curse himself for his stupidity, the beast turned on him, Sirius having succesfully retrieved the pinned human from under the creature. The wolf man gave a menacing snarl, but Maglir just eyed him coldly, picking his top hat off the ground and dusting it off.

As the Bosmer calmly placed the hat back onto his long dark locks, the tall elf shouted out once more, calling to Maglir and anyone else who would listen, "Do not kill him! Stun him if you can, but we do not harm our own!"

'Don't have to worry about that with me,' Maglir thought, flexing his fingers inside his studded leather gloves.

"We need to draw it to the old cattle area!" Sirius shouted again, drawing his weapons. The elf was on the other side of the creature from Maglir, and the human that had come with them surrounded it on a third, his dark blades poised before him.

Sirius began walking towards Maglir, circling the beast, and called out once more, "Help me draw him this way." He motioned to Maglir and started walking backwards, down one of the many dark streets that lined the underground sanctuary.

Maglir was about to oblige, getting ready to cast some kind of calming spell when the human took it upon himself to taunt the beast. The creature lunged, heading on a collision course for the human, but by the time he reached the large man his claws sliced only air. Maglir tried to dash over and help, but he quickly recognized the man seemed to have everything under control, flipping over the creature with surprising dexterity and delivering a swift but pointless kick to the wolf's spine.

The beast fell a few steps, but recovered swiftly, glaring at the three with deadly yellow eyes. Maglir released his magicka, realizing any calming spell would be pointless at this point, and took a ready stance, not wanting to have the beast catch him unawares.

"Maglir, follow me to the stables!" Isaac yelled, running like a madman with the werewolf hot on his heels. Maglir shook his head, and shot a quick glance to Sirius before taking off after them.

Despite the creature's ferocious speed, the human seemed able to stay a few steps ahead, though Maglir doubted even a vampire could hold that speed for long. If, that is, he wasn't a Bosmer, built for agility and quick bursts of speed. And Maglir was only made faster by the silvery magic he worked around himself, bolstering his speed in a spell he had known since childhood, an incantation every Bosmer learns.

He dashed after the pair, his top hat wipping off his head once more, his satiny cape fluttering madly in his breeze. The dank air flew by his face, his red eyes trained only on the werewolf dashing ahead of him.

Maglir was not by any means a battlemage, nor a marksman, but by the time he would have caught up to the pair it would have been too late for any close combat. He summoned up his magicka once more and brought the vision of a blazing flame from the depths of his memory, a vast forest fire that had nearly killed him in his third year of unlife. He wasted no time reminiscing the event, but channeled the heat down his arms in an unfamiliar and alarming feeling, releasing the torrent in a hectic and wanton spray of fire, quickly losing control of the spell and charring the stone walls of the buildings that lined the street, engulfing the werewolf in what he hoped were un-lethal flames.

Maglir rushed through the remnants of the flames, feeling the tips of his hair crinkle at the heat, his reserves of magicka and stamina completely drained by the last attempt. He recalled with a grimace why he didn't cast destruction magic, his vision going hazy from both the spell and the smokeless fire. He looked up, hoping to see the werewolf collapsed on the ground and his new associate unhurt, but he had to wait for his sight to return to him, all he could see were the heat blasted cobblestones beneath him.


OOC: Sorry if you just wanted me to chase after them, you can make Maglir's spell completely ineffective if you'd like, the uncontrolled spray of fireball not reaching far enough to catch the fleeing werewolf, but that's your call. I tried not to take control too bad, but if you still don't like it I'll gladly change it, it was just the first thing that came to mind, and I'm somewhat pleased with his attempt at using a magic he is unskilled at. Thank you.

OOC:

I'm going to the applewatch ASAP. Will post later

ooc: Sondil is a right bastard, you know that, Solidor?

ic: - S'Kragki - Outside Ft. Moonmoth -

The wearbear gave him a deadly look, and S'Kragki quickly prepared to fight it, his sword in hand in a flash. The creature had other ideas, however. It ripped a chunk out of the dead guard, then took its leave of him and the fire-throwing wizard. Flicking his ears back, he heard the approach of Legionnaires and figured they'd heard the commotion going on outside their fort. The robed figure knelt by the corpse, the vampire assuming he was seeing if the man was still alive.

"Of course, they get here after it's over," the cat muttered mirthfully. He was about to ask the robed man if he was injured when the mer pointed at him and started yelling accusations.

"Quickly! Arrest this crazed Khajiit, he's a monster! Look what he did to these guards!" the man cried, then promptly jumped on horsedrawn cart and took off, leaving him with a body at his feet and a bunch of Imperial coming towards him.

He merely shook his head and blinked. "You've got to be kidding me."

"Halt, foul werebeast!" One of the guards growled, the ring of a sword leaving its sheath accompanying the cry. The guard came to a stop next to the feline and sighed.

"It won't listen to you, friend," S'Kragki pointed out, then began to walk in the general direct of the fleeing wizard. He stopped when he felt the tip of a blade poke his back. A glance over his shoulder saw a robed man holding a silver shortsword to his spine. "The thing's gone, hell if I know where to. I assume you're smart enough not to think me the creature."

The man held his ground, a look of hatred on his face, "As a cleric of the Nine, I know an unholy creature when I see one. You're no werebear, but you're still an abomination."

"A vampire?" The soldier at his side piped up, "He doesn't look undead."

"Of course he doesn't; he's obviously just fed. No doubt on one of the good people of Balmora!" The cleric shot back, "And how dare you question me, recruit."

"I resent that. You think that just because some of my kind do not care for mortal lives, I am the same?" S'Kragki chastised, "I drank from a flask I filled off of a highwayman. I have no wish to harm anyone. Please, just let me be."

"Can't do that, vampire. Guards, arrest him," The holy man instructed, then began on his way back to the fort. S'Kragki said nothing until the man next to him tried to grab his arm.

"I know you're just doing your job, but if you don't at least let me get my things I'm going to hurt you, kid," He told the Imperial, then gave him a slight nod, "You have my word I'll come quietly to answer whatever questions that cleric of yours might have for me."

The recruit gave him a nod in return and motioned one of the others to fetch the coat and pack. Slipping his coat back on when it was handed to him, the large Khajiit started, as promised, up the slope with the group of lawmen.

Hans, fort Moonmoth prison cells

Picking the victim was easy. Of the six vampire hunters, only one was currently awake. He had been awake, apparently, and heard the noise of the guard's torch falling to the ground. The others lay asleep in their cells; easy pickings. Hans wanted a challenge.

And so he walked through the hall, looking into each cell. And then he found the Orc, standing at his bars with a solid, unwavering glare. Hans come over to the bars, and smirked. "Good evening."

"New breed, huh? Bitting children now, are they?" The Orc remarked, snarling. Hans snarled back. "Feisty too."

"The one who bit me was a demon unlike any other I have yet to meet, of my kind. To trap a body in such a state for eternity was crueler than most vampires can fathom." Svenson snapped back, his fangs bared. Blood stained his lips and chin from the guard.

"I doubt it. Would you like me to end your misery, little runt?" The Orc punched his fists together eagerly, the lust to kill his enemy plain in those beady black eyes. But he was totally unprepared for what came next.

The Nordic child ran through his prison bars, charging his head into the Orc's stomach. The wind rushed out of him and the Orc collapsed to the ground. Kid hits like a grown man! The Orc was reduced to a huffing, wheezing mass on the cell floor, clutching his bruised stomach as Hans stood over him. The boy reached out, grabbed one of the dreadlocks of the Orc's hair, and pulled his head up to whisper menacingly in his ear.

"I'm not a runt. I'm not weak. And I don't need you saving me." Hans snarled, before he sank his teeth into the Orc's neck. The blood filled in his mouth, bringing a comforting, soothingly sweet warmth that made him smile, which caused the blood to dribble onto the Orc's chest and the floor. The Orc huffed and groaned, trying to recover his breath to scream out. Finally, Hans pulled away, leaving the Orc shuddered weakly.

There was a weak, pleading look in the Orc's eyes, a begging for Hans to just end his life, and wondering why he had not been fully drained. Hans licked his lips with a grin. He loved seeing such a strong, powerful man reduced to a helpless wreck. His dagger gripped in his left hand tightly, the little vampire knelt before his prey, the menacing grin never leaving his face. The dagger's smooth surfaced blade ran along the Orc's face, before Hans guided the blade down his chest gently.

"Reduced to begging for mercy, from a child. How low you have gone." Hans whispered the words sympathetically, though they carried a far too sadistic tone. "Perhaps I should end your misery." The irony of the statement made Hans giggle childishly, just before his dagger plunged into the Orc's chest, ending his life.

Sirius: Morrowind: Balmora underground

Sirius took a few steps back as flames surrounded the werewolf, which threw back its head and growled as the flames ate at its fur.

"Now you've really made it angry" Sirius yelled as the wolf dropped onto all fours, just its shoulder and its tail still alight it looked around trying to find the one that had just caused it harm, but Sirius was briefly distracted by someone running down the road towards them at full pelt. It was the man he had pulled out from under the wolf.

"Listen!" He panted, his tone extremely urgent, the wolf turned back to look at him, it's hackles raised and teeth bared.
"Why are you back here?" Sirius asked
"There's a were-bear, above ground. I saw the guards fighting it then it ran away."
Sirius paused and stared at him for a moment. "Thank you for telling me now either get out of here or help."

Sirius slashed out with his blade just enough to put a shallow cut in the werewolf's left side. It howled and whipped round to face him.
"Come and get me wolf!" Sirius snarled, swirling his blades again before running down the narrows road to the plaza. Newly turned werewolves were not intelligent at all and it was easy to get them to do what you wanted them to.
He heard it lunge forward and run after him, spit flying from its mouth and it's burnt tail straight out behind it.

"Don't let it turn round, keep it following me." Sirius shouted.

OOC: Just a short post, I have so much work to do but tomorrow night it will all be over

Robert smiled. "Yes, they're horrible horrible beings. Saying one thing and meaning another. Twisted." he replied to the elf, before stepping towards the door. "But you're right about Jones. We better not get him into any trouble. Or get ourselves into any. How come that woman acted so silly when you're a high ranking Dark Blood?"

Without waiting for an answer, Robert headed on down, reckoning Nytt would follow. They had better things to do than to stand in the room, chatting. Well down, Robert saw a quite startled Jones. Robert raised his hand and smiled at the man.

"No worry, Jones. She threw a bloody tankard in my head and bailed out the window. We're going after her, making sure she's not hurt herself. You just hold the fort while we're out."

Jimri, Cyrodill, Applewatch

While waiting for the two other vampire to show up Jimri picked a dark corner to wait out of most people's sight. A vampire's keen eye would have little trouble spotting her in the shadows, but most mortals wouldn't see a thing. From her position she kept observing the prints. From the way they overlapped it was obvious the man was following. She also noticed the woman's prints weren't as regular as they should. Looks like she's limping a bit. I suppose she's not as good at jumping from windows as me. But if she's truly a 'were, she will heal quickly.

While waiting, Jimri whistled almost silently to keep busy. Even if her chosen profession had taught her the virtues of patience, it didn't come easily. She picked the tune of a well know tavern song, 'the priest and the chapel maidens'. Which was definitively on the bawdy side. Let's hope they won't be too long. What a fine pair. What sort of explanation did they think they could give to the innkeeper about taking a gal in a gown and slippers on a werewolf hunt into a snowy night. The only one that would make sense is telling him I'm the 'wolf and they're dragging my pretty hindquarter out to put an end to the menace I represent. Which would leave me eye-deep in trouble.

Nytt didn't quite know what to say to Roberts question and decided he best not brood on the matter. When they got to the tavern floor Robert told Jones what had pretty much happened, "She's not hurt is she?" Jones asked, his voice full of worry, "I only ask because I don't want my place to get that sort of reputation. Please, if she has died, can you take her somewhere else?" Nytt raised his hands to calm his friend down.

"I'm sure she's fine, but like Robert said- We're just going to check." He reassured Jones as they walked towards the exit with a startled bartender. Nytt opened the Tavern door and stepped through, the contrast was so much that his pale skin almost glowed in the dark. He looked up at the building and found the window she had jumped out of, Now to find her. he thought as his eyes trailed around him, he then noticed her hiding in one of the shadows and began to walk towards her.

IC: To Maglir's horror, the beast was hardly even phased by his magical fiasco. It turned on him, its tail still smoldering, and gave a loud snarl. The Bosmer leaped back, his sense returning to him, though he was still without magic for the time being.

From somewhere behind him Sirius was shouting at him, "Now you've really made it angry!"

The werewolf lunged at Maglir, forgetting the Imperial it had been chasing. The vampire dodged out of the way haphazardly, stumbling from fatigue, running back the way he had come. He spotted the tall elf Sirius and, hoping the vampire could help him, ran towards him, the werewolf chasing after him.

The Bosmer passed Sirius, and turned around just in time to see the elf slashing at the creature. It seemed a light cut, but it was enough to distract the beast, once more changing targets.

"Come and get me, wolf!" The elf snarled, giving an intimidating swing before running back down the street, the werewolf choosing now to chase him.

Maglir stood, panting, as the elf shouted out behind him, "Don't let it turn around, keep it following me!"

The elf took a moment registering the sentence, and after a moment's rest he took off again down the street, some of his strength returned. He could not use magic again, and he had no weapons to throw at the beast, so he settled for just chasing after it, the beast getting further and further away as it ran ahead of Maglir. The elf tried to keep up, but in his current state he could no longer outrun the beast, and could only watch the action unfold before him.


OOC: Short, terrible, and pointless post, but I'm tired and have school tomorrow. Ringman, if you would help Half Tooth out I would appreciate it, as my character is a little out of his element. He would prefer just to fight the beast, so chasing it towards some pens doesn't play to his strong suit. Thanks.

guys, its Aric not Alric, just a little correction in there

After making sure that the Breton was asleep, Aric took the cooked meat, and took it outside. He did not wish to wake the girl, as it would seem she needed the sleep after running for so long. Arriving at the entrance of the cave, the Nord gazed up at the moons. Only a slither remained from the two, which meant that they would be full tomorrow night.

I am glad that i found her before the full moon, as then we may have had problems. The wolf spirit guided me this day.. he thought to himself as he took a bite out of the meat he had just cooked over the fire. His thoughts then returned to the reasons why the vampires were following the same target.. It was not Nytt's job to follow werewolves for potential, but still assumed that the Mystic Elf was after her to keep her under control as masters would to their hounds.

This concept had always infuriated the Nord, as it was racist. Many did not believe his kind to be a race of their own, but Aric knew better, being born the way he was. Well when the leader returned, Aric knew he had to try to talk to him again about the equality of their two kinds.

"Let them come, if he tries something while the guild master is away.." Aric started and cut himself off. No he would not start thinking the way the vampire did, and be so mistrusting.

OOC: Darkom I need to get to a computer with word so Ill haft to post later today

Jimri, Cyrodill, Applewatch.

Now that at least one of the other vampires had moved out and noticed her, Jimri resumed moving, following the tracks. Doing her best to make spotting her a difficult task, by sticking to the shadows and crossing open spaces only after making sure no observer was around. Her training combined with the supernatural speed and coordination vampirism added to her natural abilities meant she was barely visible. Either has an indistinct spot in the shadows or a blur of movement. But she didn't hurry, making sure the other were following.

Soon she had reached the village's outskirt and noticed a change in the tracks. The pair seemed to have come to a halt and paced a bit, then only the man's prints moved toward the forest. And they're printed deeper, which means sir muscleboy his carrying her. But I don't see anything like traces of a fight.

Se commented her find to the others "It looks like they had a little chat and now she's being carried. I'd say they came to an understanding and he picked her up to move faster." Jimri kept following the tracks, now entering the shelter of the forest. But she soon lost the tracks under snow shed from the trees. Odd, none of them did before that point... Backtracking a bit, Jimri observed the forest, before smiling as she noticed a succession of trees who had shed most of their snow. Gotcha ! Cute trick, but what might fool an animal isn't as effective against peoples.

She resumed her progression, guiding herself on the snow fallen from the trees. Which soon led her to what looked like a cave opening into the hillside. "I think they're in that cave. Maybe you should go in first to make sure it's truly your furry buddy and introduce me."

Ben kept his posture as the Nord reacted surprised at his presence. The boy began asking a volley of questions, and slowly backed away from the mysterious armored lizard that sat before him. Benedictus sighed, before locking his fingers together.
''You came here on your own, I merely tracked you ...'' He said slowly, turning his head towards the way he had came towards the road.

''The Bandits, will not be causing anymore distraught amongst the innocent...'' The lizard looked back at the boy, frowning slightly that the boy still looked threatened by him. This is not working... He mentally told himself. He didn't blame the Nordic teen, encountering a strange armor-clad figure in the middle of the night and in the middle of a forest would ring a few alarms. Benedictus needed to find a way to calm the boy down.

''You have no need to fear me, innocent, for I am no Bandit nor Thief. I am merely a Watchful Eye - I protect those in distress and hunt evildoers. You are safe...'' He partially explained himself, purposely leaving out certain areas and facts.

ooc: Meh post, stomachs not agreeing wit me atm...

OOC: Sorry for dropping off the map for a while, had to take care of school stuff.



Elliana, outside Applewatch, Cyrodiil

A small ember popped from the smoldering firewood, jumping onto Elliana's exposed arm. After a few seconds of emanating heat, Ellie woke. She brushed the glowing ember onto the ground and looked at the small burn, it had already begun healing. She silently pushed herself off the floor, noticing the bear pelt that Aric had placed on her. She looked at him as he stared at the moons, a small smile came across her face. The smile was quickly wiped away when she caught wind of an odd smell.

Elliana wrapped the bear pelt around her and approached Aric with a very slight limp, her ankle was healing quickly. Standing behind him Ellie found herself staring at the moon with as much intent as Aric had. There was almost an odd magnetism pulling her gaze towards it. After a moment she was able to pull her eyes away from it and watch her breath form into fog and float away.

Without much emotion flowing into her voice she said, "You smell that? Smells like someone's near us."

well it was probably best to wait for the others to get near us anyways

Hearing Elliana's voice Aric turned his head to look at the breton, removing his gaze of the moon in the process. He noticed she had the bear pelt around her which looked to him like she was beginning to at least accept his kindness. He smelt the air as she asked him, and the scent made him snort in disgust.

"The smell of death and.. perfume of some sort? looks like they have someone who knows about tracking.." He said, a low growl was heard as he finished the sentence. He knew that the girl would ask questions, and he didn't realize that she would have met them before he arrived. After thinking for a bit, he looked towards the direction they would be heading towards them, and then back to the Breton.

"Even though i hate to admit this but the ones that are following are Vampires, and they are a part of a guild that i belong to. But why they are following us is a different matter, and i have no clue why they would be interested in you." Aric could almost feel their presence nearby, a feeling he always hated. They were dead but not dead, an abomination of nature, and the Werewolf despised them because of this. Even working with them, he always showed his displeasure, especially those who refer werewolves as merely beasts without a conscience

"Just be ready if it isn't a pleasant welcome, Something doesn't seem right about this" Aric said to Elliana as he watched the place where the vampires would most likely come out.

Robert joined the other two, and since the woman of which he couldn't remember the name led on, he didn't bother to look for tracks. After all, even if she led them into a trap, what could she do? The two of them were vampires, and good fighters as well. Or maybe that's a tad arrogant? Not that arrogant is wrong, but if it kills me it won't be much fun. Quite right, I can't go 'round dying just yet. he thought, and quickly started looking for tracks himselves, just to be sure.

Tracking Robert, however, wouldn't be hard. He could walk without making much tracks himself, but at the current time, he decided they had a decent alias. After all, this was a pub. He'd just say he was out taking a leak should somebody encounter them. What a magnificent plan.

"Yup yup" Robert replied to the woman. "I think that's the best idea. And we'd better watch out for ambushes aswell. Heavens knows who'll meet us inside."

Isaac saw the fire spell maglir made didnt work and that the wolf was bearly hit by it. Maglir tried his best but ran out of energy and hade to stop by then the beast was about to strike biuj Isaac didnt let that happen, he jumped up and kicked the beast in the cheast makeing it stumble. The beast got up and charged Isaac but he was to quick Isaac went under the werewolf and fliped it over slameing its back to the ground makeing the wolf groun. Isaac knew that if the beast was to be taken alive he hade to knock it out so he walked over and made a powerful axe kick to the face and like he wanted the beast blacked out.

Isaac ran over to his partner and held out his hand looking for a sign of life.

"Get up maglir we dont have long before it gets up"Yelled Isaac

Hans Svenson, Fort Moonmoth
Hans stared at the ceiling of the cell, realizing that getting out wasn't necessarily going to be as easy as getting in. If he guessed his time right, the werebear might not have distracted the guards this long, and they would be on their way back. But if he also guessed right, there was not much but ground above this cell, and he doubted severely his ability to phase through that.

If the other vampire hunters in the adjacent cells had awoken, Hans did not want to risk discovery. So he ran.

Being a small vampire had its advantages, that much was for sure. For one, that lighter frame was not so hard to move; which allowed the little Nord to dash through the prison cells, appearing as little more than a blur to those who might have been watching. But he could not keep such tremendous speed bursts for long, particularly when he needed to phase through a door. Or when his stomach hurt.

As Hans stopped in front of the prison door, his stomach curled in complaint, causing every child's dread; a tummy ache. Vampirism could not save you from an affliction that came with overeating. He groaned and clutched his stomach, gritting his teeth. His inner fifty-one year old man was berating him for being such a child, and allowing himself to overfeed just for fun and because it tasted so good. Cringing at the thought of being caught because of an impulsive childish whim, he rammed through the door.

Again it fluttered around him like a sheet in the wind, phasing the Nordic child through the wood without retaliation. He bit his teeth together harder to stop himself from groaning as he ran through the barracks -thankfully empty at the moment- and moved back into the hall; to a new problem.

Hans looked up at the ceiling, which was the way from which he had came onto this floor of the fort. The problem was, he didn't know if jumping into the ceiling would have enough lift to carry him back up through the stone. Especially in a pained state, in which stretching one's stomach was as pleasant as skinning your arm. Jumping... Wait a second... An old childhood game returned to his mind, bringing a smile to his face. As he turned around, he let his eyes follow the path in the ceiling that the hall above would likely take. Perfectly positioned below that path was one of the barrack bunks.

The clunking of armor down the hallways of the fort, an echoing clamor of stampeding elk, alerted Hans to the reality that he had to be quick, or he would be caught. Without delay, the young outlaw rushed to the bunk, climbed up, and began to bounce.

One. The bed apparently wasn't very springy, as it gave a bit of resistance at first. Two. He got a little higher, his head nearly touching the ceiling. Three. He purposely willed each bounce to be harder and harder, wanting to get through, extending his legs with greater power each time. Once, twice, three times he got his head, and maybe a little more, past the ceiling, until finally he leaped, then climbed his way through the floor, scaling the wall of the hallway until he was all the way through. The floor closed up beneath him, leaving no trace of his passing except a very poorly made bunk on the floor below. Not a moment later he pushed himself through the outer wall and into the wilderness beyond.

And knowing that he could not fight well with a stomach ache, and soon his work would be found, he did the only sensible thing a child would do; he ran for the hills.

OOC: Ringman that was extremely overpowered, I know that vampires are powerful but they could not bring down a fully changed angry werewolf that easily. However just this once I'm going to go along with it because it makes things a little easier.

IC:

Sirius: Morrowind: Balmora underground

Sirius turned to see the werewolf lunge at Issac but in a flash of robes he seemed to have knocked it in the head and the wolf fell to the ground unconscious. He quickly sheathed his swords and ran towards Issac.
"Very, interesting to say the least." He said thoughtfully putting one hand to his chin and studying the werewolf. "Nice work Issac, and you Maglir, you both have plenty of potential. now we have to get this poor creature to the cattle area so we can lock him in one of the cages until he can change back." Sirius bent down and grabbed the wolf under one arm, looking at the others and waiting for them to help.

"What in Oblivion happened here?" Asked the owner of The Blood Scaled Cup, coming out into the street now that the situation was under control.
"I couldn't say even if I wanted to. It's still one more night until the full moon." Sirius replied carrying the body down the narrow road. "Darcil over there says that there is a were-bear above ground as well."

"By Vearmina what could this mean?" the owner asked helplessly. He was an altmer vampire, by the name of Synnda, he was very elegant and tall with soft golden hair and amber eyes any mortal woman would be infatuated by him. Sirius had known him since he had become a vampire 258 years ago and he had retained some of his cowardly personality from his mortality as well as being religious. Neither of those things alone really bothered Sirius, but together they made Synnda a very difficult person to like, his cowardly nature demanded that others do the dangerous work for him even though he was much stronger than his mortal self, and his religious side seemed to think he could hide behind the daedra and blame them for not doing anything to help him.

"That's what I would like to know, There has been a lot going on tonight which needs investigating." He was nearly at the cattle area now. "Lay him down here for a moment." Sirius spoke, placing the werewolf carefully on the ground and walking into the area kept specially for mortals.

There was only one mortal in one of the cages, a young dunmer woman possibly about 20, she had her eyes tightly shut and her teeth were pvssyring, it was not overly cold down here but the woman was only wearing a thing dress, whoever had brought her down here probably had no ethics on how to treat a mortal before you took their blood.
Sirius made sure to open one of the cages on the opposite side of the room from her just to put some distance between her and wolf.
"Just help me carry him into this cage, we will need to find someone to guard him until he changes back."
"Don't look at me." Synnda panicked
"Don't worry, I wasn't But I will need to speak with you."

Together they lifted the wolf and dragged him into a cage, Sirius cast a simple healing spell over the wounds he had made with his sword and locked the sturdy iron cage door.
"We need to find out whats going on."

((Sorry I have not been posting, but now I shall, I see that alot of people are in Applewatch so I guess I will start there))

Daris, Cyrodill, Applewatch.

Daris sat in a chair in the Applewatch in, he minded his own buisness as he sat there drinking blood from a Clay Cup. People came in the Inn and people left, but Daris remained there for the last six hours.

"What are you doing buddy you've been sitting there for who knows how long! And all you asked for was a Cup, you have not ordered a thing!" The Innkeeper said.

Daris looked at his glove, a six inch blade slid out and Daris lifted his hand showing the Innkeeper his blade.

"I suggest you do not question why I am here, I am here for no reasons that are important to you!" Daris said angrily.
"I do not want any trouble buddy I will leave you alone! I see no reason for us to fight" The Innkeeper said.
"Good" Daris said, he continued to sit, waiting for anything to happen, anything.

ooc: Sorry for being over powerd I just wanted to end the fight thats all

IC:


Sondil giggled quite happily to himself as he watched the liquids he had collected separate into different elements while winding throughout different heated or cold glass pipes of his Alchemical lab before dripping into separate vials. One filled with deep red blood, another with a pale blue liquid that almost seemed to glow in the gloom of his lab, black orbs of changing and transforming globs of a thicker liquid floated within it.

"Oberon, I believe I have successfully isolated the disease!" He shouted loudly, his voice carrying through the halls buffeted by an echoing breeze blowing down through the make shift chimney he had made after passing out from the collective smoke his experiments would produce. "It only took seven attempts as well, quite the accomplishment don't you think?" he added as the Mastiff plodded into the room following his masters shout.

"What do you mean am I going to give it to the vamprie? Heavens no, it wouldn't do anything to him, he's already dead. No, Oberon no, I'm not brewing him a cure I don't know how to make. You know I worry for you, you've grown too attached to this vampire." Sondil said to the silent dog as they both left the room, Oberon staying at the back of his masters head with what could only be described as a bewildered expression, or as bewildered as a dog could possibly look at any rate. "What do you mean can you keep him as a pet?"

"Why would you want a pet any way, you're a dog. Dogs don't need pets Oberon, you should know that, you're a dog." The Dog bowed its head at Sondil's words, his tail wilting a little as the exuberant wagging stopped. "Do you want me to kill him? No, No fine I wont kill him. But we're not keeping him, he's not house trained, keeps trying to bite me."

They finally reached the captivity room; the vampire sat still in his cage surrounded by sharpened wooden stakes, his face shone brightly in the candle light with an unnatural pallor, his thin lips barely hiding his long slender teeth.

"Hello Kevin, just popping in for a little experiment." Sondil said to the vampire as he began to separate the glowing blue liquid into several small dishes on the table, each one labelled with the name and breed of several different animals.

"My name isn't Kevin." The vampire spat, his voice rattling through the sand paper like wind pipe and over a bone try tongue, he hadn't been able to feed for days. Sondil had kept him trapped for observation; at first he was restless and extremely monstrous, but after the introduction of sharpened wooden stakes something within him, a sense of logic, seemed to take control in place of the usual bestial instincts that vampires reverted to when starved of blood.

"Well, you never told me your name." The Altmer said as he slowly opened the door on a cage full of bats and set the dish down beneath them, then repeated the process for a cage of dogs cats and rats. "So Oberon suggested Kevin, I think it was a symbolic process for him, he wants to adopt you as a pet."

"I am no animal!" He shouted -- rising to his feet with a snarl, the animals behind Sondil began screeching and hissing all of a sudden, the Altmer assumed it was because of the sudden aggression fro the vampire but as he turned he found a less satisfactory explanation.

Each animal was warping -- he watched with a slight bubbling in his stomach and prickling across his neck as a dog increased two fold within its confides, the bulging muscle tore the skin open and blood shot out in all directions as muscles snapped under the growing pressure. Oberon yelped and ran from the room as the dogs head suddenly caved in and two eyes popped under the splintered bone, brain matter following the mashed orbs from their sockets.

Then the cats did the same; they clawed at each other viciously as skin broke and blood poured profusely onto the floor, clumps of fur falling out around them to reveal violently red patches where they had clawed each other and a strange growing black smoke like colouring moving beneath their skin.

"Kill them!" The vampire shouted, his hands over his ears as the screeching reverberated of his sensitive vampire ear drums, his knuckled white with the effort of blocking out the sound. Sondil turned to look at him, in the split second that he took his eyes off the cages there was a sudden crash and bending sound then a thud as a dog sized bat flew into and then bit the Altmer on his shoulder.

He screamed loudly as his hands scrambled up onto the beast; squeezing hard on its head as he pulled and pulled, trying to relinquish its grasp. Nothing happened, he wasn't strong enough, suddenly all his strength failed him and he fell to his knees. Everything blurred and faded to black for a split second before coming back into a much stronger focus than before, just in time to see Oberon running back into the room snarling.

The massive jaws of the dog clamped around the bat and tore it from the Mastiffs master with ill hidden ease. Sondil fell forward to the floor, his blood pooling around his head as he watched the dog thrashing its head from side to side with the bat still in his mouth, though one of its wings where missing.

Then something stirred within him; bile and stomach acid forced its way up through his throat and congealed with the crimson red liquid already pooling around him, pain shot through him as his bones all broke simultaneously with an unnaturally blood curdling scream then each one rejoined together, thicker and longer.

He watched with horror as his arms began to extend; his fingers elongating as nails grew longer and thicker, hair shooting out from his skin at and astonishing rate. He pushed himself up and stared at his reflection in a cracked mirror, the skin beneath his arms sagged and dropped, forming long sheet like folds of skin -- then a number of ribs straightened out and shot down through the skin as muscles and tendons began to form. His ears moved up and back as his gaunt handsome face forced itself outwards, the horrified expression turning into a vicious snarl.

Then there was silence, the bat like creature stared back at its own reflection with no strong emotions one way or the other, all it could thing about was food.

"My god?" The vampire whispered as he looked at the were-bat, its heightened sense of hearing easily able to pick up every delicate sub tone of his voice. Without hesitation it lunged at him, diving through the cage as if it where parchment, pushind the sharpened pieces of wood into the vampires body with just as much ease as the snarling mouth bit into the sinewy skin then immediately recoiled with a high pitched screech.

It couldn't feed on the man in the cage, it didn't know why, something about him repelled the creature. But something else met its sense, with a sudden gush and flapping the creature moved out of the room with blinding speed, its feet not even touching the ground as the wings slapped the air and carried its body though the cavernous hallways.

With another high pitched screech it emerged into the cold night air, listening to every sound from miles around, slowly zeroing in on a possible prey.




OOC: Before anybody says it I had permission to make a http://thetoothless1.deviantart.com/art/Some-Bat-Monster-50432800