Hans Svenson, Balmora
Hans sat cross-legged in his little nook in the wall of the house, his tongue flicking over the sticky surface of his steel shortsword. He looked like a young child enjoying a summer cold treat, but this wasn't cold; it was getting cold however, notable by the sudden lack of savoring the boy made of the treat. His tongue grew more hasty, gathering more and more of the Nord's blood from the sword.

The warm, sticky fluid filled his mouth and clung to his gums like... Graqe Jelly... Hans recalled, memories of his childhood resurfacing. It was one of his favorite delicacies, imported from one of the neighboring Bretonic cities near his village. Gooey and sticky, it would get all over his fingers and whatever surfaces were near him, and filled his mouth with a super sweetness he savored.

But now, he could never enjoy the taste of graqe jelly the same way again, as his vampirism forced him to regurgitate the substance within a few hours of consumption, or he would find himself with uncomfortable constipation. He only guessed the immortality and blood-feeding messed with his bowels. But the sweet savory taste of fresh, warm blood sticking in his mouth was an acceptable equivalent, especially because it left him feeling warm and fuzzy inside.

Once his sword was cleaned, the little Nord leaped from his nook and landed on both feet, sheathing his blade. A small grin painted his face, as he felt renewed and enlivened by that small amount of blood. He craved more, for sure, but it was in that innocent manner that a child craves more sweets; not needed but very much desired. Being of a smaller body, Hans had discovered over time that his blood requirements were lesser than that of his advlt counterparts, but his desire for the blood was stronger.

But one does not live forty years of the bloodsvcking lifestyle and not learn to control his desires. So, crushing the inner child's desire to feed, the inner advlt carried on down the alley, not sure where he should go next tonight. And then, as he looked in the distance at the edge of the alley, he saw the fort, peaking out over the walls of Balmora from the end of the street way.

The Fort... something-moth, he couldn't recall the name, was built by the Imperials, and used by the Hlaalu House as a prison while serving as a barracks for the local legions of the Empire. Even as the Empire began to disintegrate in the wake of the Oblivion Crisis, the Fort still stood, and was still used for Prisoners. Imperial Forts had a lovely quality of being rather difficult to escape from; the epitome of inescapable being the Imperial Prison itself.

Svenson smiled, an idea forming in his mind that would cure both his desire for blood, and the desire to entertain himself, and he proceeded to walk down the street in the direction of the Fort.

Jimri, Cyrodill, Applewatch inn

Once back in her room and the door locked, Jimri didn't feel a need for sleep. She had been awake for the whole day, but the blood from the preceding night was still propping her up. Staying awake had the advantage of preventing nightmares. About the only thing I despise from the Gift. But it remains worthwhile. Though it begs the question ? what shall I do with my night ? I'm not exactly dressed for a night out and I won't get suitable clothe before tomorrow, when my dress is clean...

After few minutes of reflexion, she decided that her hairs could make a worthwhile diversion. The mirror in the room was neither large not good, but it let her get a decent idea of what she looked like. Which let her experiment with different ways of arranging her hair. Sticking to one hairstyle for eternity. How boring. Now I've plenty of time to experiment...

OOC: I'll be posting for Uglius now since he's got some ISP issues.
For all those that this may concern:
Nytt and Robert will be entering the room of Manu's character before going into the room of Cookies'. This is going to be a humorous case of mistaken identity and is a great way to bring Manu's character into the group. Sorry Cookie to leave you hanging, but we'll come bash your door down in a bit!


Nytt - Applewatch - Cyrodiil

Nytt looked to Robert, "Alright mate, now, it's probably a good idea I handle the talking part of things." Nytt said carefully, "And I'm not too sure sarcasm would be a good thing to bring into the situation either." He added jokingly nudging Robert in the ribs. He breathed in deeply and watched as Jones came back with the key.

"You sure you two are going to be alright? I have some experience in hand to hand combat myself." He said puffing his chest out, admittedly, Jones was fairly well built - he was Imperial with a slice of Nord and had been brought up in Bruma(which wasn't the nicest place to grow up in as a child). But he knew for a fact he didn't have what it took to subdue a werewolf. Good ol' jones. he thought fondly and put a hand on the man's shoulder, "You're too brave for your own good Jones, how about you stay down here and give her a fist fight if she runs down?" He asked of which Jones was only too happy to oblige to.

Clenching the key in his hand, Nytt turned back to Robert, "Let's get this over and done with, before Aric gets restless."

Robert, Applewatch, Cyrodiil

"Yeah, sure" Robert told Nytt. Whether they'd actually get the chance to speak to her was another story, she might be a fully transformed werewolf for all they knew, ready to tear them apart. How fun werewolves could be...

Leading on up the stairs, Robert was quite sure they creaked even more today than any other day he'd ever walked them. Probably just lady fortuna trying to make sure they'd have a hard time doing whatever they did. Always.

"Which room was it? Three? I can't remember what Jones said it was, can't imagine how he manages to remember where all his guests stay and such, man's got to have the memory of a bloody elephant." Robert muttered, before shutting up and looking at Nytt.

OOC: Certainly, Halfy, but Robert, like me, is not too familiar with the moon phases and stuff.

Edit: Just go ahead and ignore this post

Darion, Balmora.

A random Altmer, a mage by the looks of him, out of the blue, all smiles and handshakes. So polite, and well spoken too, ordering both of them drinks and such.

Darion hesitated. There was no doubt in his mind that this [censored] was sketch. People like this Sondil Telind, if that was the Elf's true name, with their fancy digs and their good grooming, usually spent their time in more 'cultured' locales than the club they were in now. And when they didn't...well, it was never anything good, anyway. Not that Darion trusted that mutt of his much more: something about the mongrel rubbed him the wrong way.

Despite what most people thought, bandits were not mindless, no-name lackeys who managed to get themselves killed by the first novice adventurer who came their way. Well, no, that's not right, Darion corrected himself. Some of them weren't like that. And he counted himself among that number. He hadn't managed to live this long doing what he did without having some sort of sense about other people. And at the moment, Sondil was giving him the creeps. He couldn't say how or why, but he was.

Nevertheless, he took the seat opposite the Altmer, easing comfortably into the cushions. He'd have to avoid whatever drinks were brought out; five straight days of wretching into a wooden pail had taught him not to trust anybody around his drink. Especially when you'd just met them. He felt somewhat comforted by the presence of the other Elves nearby, counting on Sondil not trying anything in plain sight. Plus, if the mage tried anything, there was always his trusty blade.

"Let's cut the [censored] dance here," he finally replied to the Altmer, his tone curt and straightforward. "To be perfectly honest, I don't like the look of ya. So you mind telling me just what it is that you and I have to talk about here?"

OOC: That's fine Gart/Uglius, I decided to make it a little more interesting.

@Halftooth, I believe your first IC post said the full moon was in one day, not two.

Elliana, Applewatch, Cyrodiil

Elliana woke in a cold sweat. Her dreams were bothering her. The Bosmer and Breton kept recurring, and each time they seemed to become less and less human. It was enough to send chills down her spine. A new smell also had entered her room, she looked down at the source. It was a letter. Sluggishly, Elliana picked up the letter and began to read it. The perfume now almost burning her nose as the scent from the paper became closer.

Why would someone want to travel in the forest while there is snow out? Ellie thought as she looked at her small bag of money, I could use some more coin though...

Elliana began debating in her head whether she should accepted the offer when she heard voices outside the hall. Having nothing else to do, she decided to eavesdrop. Lightly, on all fours, she crept to the door and put her ear against it.

"Which room was it? Three? I can't remember what Jones said it was, can't imagine how he manages to remember where all his guests stay and such, man's got to have the memory of a bloody elephant," it sounded like the Breton man that had spoke to her earlier.

Ellie silently thanked her improved hearing, then thought, Are they after me? Or are they after that Bosmer, Jimri? Best not take any chances, and it looks like I might have to give up that job she offered.

Elliana slipped her boots on as quietly as she could, she did the same with her gloves and her sword. She slipped her pack on her back, and walked over to the window. She popped the latch open and felt the cool air hit her, she wasn't prepared for the cold weather, but she couldn't risk being captured either. She eased herself out the window, closing it behind her. As she turned she lost her footing on the roof, she fell to her back and began sliding down the snowy roof. Ellie was able to almost get to her feet before she fell two stories. The snow cushioned some of her fall, but her landing wasn't very good. Her ankle started to burn with pain, and a sharp yelp followed.

"Must've rolled it..." Ellie muttered to herself.

Elliana looked around, she was on the backside of the inn, nobody would have seen her. However, anyone outside would most likely have heard her yelp in pain. At a slower than normal pace she began to limp away from the hotel, trying to get some distance from the residents that may be after her.

Sondil, Balmora




"Let's cut the [censored] dance here, to be perfectly honest, I don't like the look of ya. So you mind telling me just what it is that you and I have to talk about here?" Sondil heard every word as plain as day but still couldn't make heads nor tails of what he meant.

"I don't like to dance?" He muttered quietly, wondering why the Imperial was talking about dancing. For Solind everything had to be taken literally with his state of mind, colloquialisms where just one of those things he would never understand. "And I don't like the look of you either, I prefer females but that's niether here nor there really."

Oberon lower his huge head into Sondils lap, both his floppy ears covering his eyes, drool seeping out onto the Altmers robes. He wants to know what I want? Then why didn't he just ask? Sondil thought to himself after hearing the words of Oberon, the words only he could hear.

"Ah, yes. Well, you see. I'm a researcher of sorts yes? My friend here tells me your not of the standard norms of a mortal society." Sondil said slowly, making sure the Bar tender had moved back out of earshot after dropping off their drinks. "I want you to give me some bodily fluids, blood saliva and urine will suffice. Oh and some scrapings from your teeth and under your nails as well. I will pay you handsomely of course. It wont take long and you will walk away with a heavy bag of coins, what do you say? We can do it right here in this bar, there's a backroom behind the bar if you need some privacy of course."

Before the Imperial could reply Sondil pulled out a small box filled with vials, each vial had a wooden cork in the top, each marked with which bodily fluid he wished to collect. He also pulled out a wooden hook, used to take scrapings from dead bodies but it worked just as well on the living.

"Oh by the way, when was the last time you turned? I need to know exactly how fresh the samples are."

Bran, half a mile from Chorrol

As Bran lied there, all paralyzed and limb, he felt strange. He d?dn't remember getting away from the redguard and couldn't feel a thing otherwise. He felt numb and distant but could see how everything turned out. first the mage fell and the magic started to fade. Then the redguard fell. The orc was left. His eyes widened how easily it all happened.

But Bran couldn't put a finger on what this strange feeling was. He felt calm but raged. He felt his mind racing but couldn't make out what it was. He also felt a strange kind of excitement, one he only felt when was... When I dream?! Bran thought confused. Slowly, or so he thought, he got up again and not minding the pain from the fall or the slight numbness caused by the spell. He crouched like a wolf and came at the gigantic orc's legs, tripping him and all the while gripping the orc with his fingers. The orc was confused about how his comrades fell one by one. Ho looked scared of the argonian but almost as much at Bran, who was acting like a wild animal on pure instincts.

Bran growled at the orc but since he felt threatened by the argonian, he let go and left the prey to the argonian. There had to be tastier prey.

And so, Bran ran into the woods on all fours, like a wolf. Only thinking of prey.

(bad-ish post but yeah, Im excited over today )

Sirius: Morrowind: Balmora

More interruptions! Before Maglir could reply another vampire approached Sirius, He was a muscular looking Imperial vampire dressed in black, unlike Maglir who's dress sense amused Sirius.

"Excuse me gentlemen but I need to talk to you moon eye if it's you and if it is want to join your guild" The imperial vampire spoke.
He's rather to the point. Sirius thought, "Just a moment." He said to the new vampire and Maglir, before turning to Acerbus.

"You'll have to excuse me Acerbus, I have to discuss a few things with these men," He mouthed the next bit so that only Acerbus would see "Keep an eye on the Necromancer."

"I know a place where we will be able to discuss these matters freely if you will follow me," He said to the other two vampires, "And you'll have to tell me your name, I can tell you are of Berne blood like myself." Sirius addressed the imperial vampire, whilst heading out the door.

Sirius didn't lead them too far, through a few of the back roads until he found a small grate in the ground. It appeared to be leading to the sewers but it was just a disguise, the city watch could not open the grate, not with magic or force, it was locked to all mortals and only a vampire or were-creatures touch could open it.
"Here we'll be safe from unwanted ears, make sure you shut it tight behind you." Sirius said, lifting the grate and climbing in.

The citizens of Balmora would never know it but beneath them was an underground town. The only bad thing about it really was the slight dampness they got from being so close to the Oadi River.
"A Dark Blood Guild hideout." Sirius said with a smile, turning round and walking backwards to say it. "All vampires and were-creatures are welcome here, you just have to make sure no one see's you climb in through the grate. And the only way a mortal can get down here is if they're in the company of a dark blooded person so they don't really have a chance in this town. Come on, there's a tavern just round this corner."

The underground town was just the same as Balmora above, except that the sky was replaced with stone and there were less lamps to light the narrow streets. It was not an ugly town, not at all, but it was ever so slightly damp and dark. It wasn't exactly crowded, but neither was it empty. Sirius watched a vampire wrestling with a cage of birds, the door had opened slightly and the birds were fighting to be free while the vampire pushed them back in, a werewolf was helping him by trying to catch a few of the escaped birds that were now flying around the streets.
"Evening Moon-Eye", the vampire greeted him. "Haven't seen you down here in a while."
"Guild business." He replied, nodding to the werewolf.

"I haven't got a clue why anyone would bring birds down here." Sirius said, when they were out of ear shot, feeling rather sorry for the poor creatures that had been dragged down here when they longed for open skies.
He turned into the tavern he had mentioned, which was called the Blood Scaled cup.
"Order whatever you want gentlemen, then take a seat and we can continue our discussion." Sirius said, heading for a table in the corner whilst offering greetings to were-creatures and vampires that he knew.

Cookies, maybe its about time for you to meet another werewolf

As Aric walked out, he looked down at his fist. It was shaking. After all this time, we are still treated like animals! the Werewolf thought furiously as he looked up at the second story, and slamming the shaking fist against the wooden wall causing the wood to split. He did not know what the two had planned for the girl, but he did know that if they made a mistake about which room she was in, then she may not be waiting long enough for them to try again.

Sure enough, Aric heard a yelp in pain, most definitely a female's voice, making him look back at the inn. It had come from the other side, and Aric started to move quickly around the building. On the ground there was a dent in the snow, with a trail leading away from it. Upon closer inspection it appeared that on of the prints was angled a bit, meaning that the woman was injured in some way from the fall. Other people had seemed to have heard the yelp as well, as he could hear them approaching Aric as well.

Before they saw the Nord, however, Aric was already after the Breton. After a few minutes he had found the girl limping slowly, and he could hear footsteps behind them. Without another thought Aric came up beside the woman. "I know who you are escaping from, and i know what you have been afflicted with.. I need you to trust me, as i can help you get out of here." Aric said with concern in his voice knowing that they did not have alot of time. For the girl to have jumped from that great a height to get away from someone, it seemed that she wasn't too trusting, but the Werewolf hoped that her sense of smell was strong enough to pick up the familiar smell that was on him.

He did not know what she would do, but he didn't have time for her to hobble off and have the others try anything.

well i guess thats what i get for writing half asleep *shrug, must have been the imperial legion in your bio that threw me off, now its fixed and now to post

Jimri, Cyrodill, Applewatch inn

Jimri was busy tampering with her hair when she heard someone coming upstairs. The door muffled the sounds enough that she couldn't figure out who it was. Probably some of the evening's customers getting uto their beds. At least from the sound of it it won't be a drunkard banging on my door or throwing up along the whole corridor... Another reason while I left Bruma. And even if they have something untoward in mind, the lock would buy me some time.

Jimri interrupted her fashion experiments, leaving her hair in a haphazard mess. She didn't expect anything untoward, but not knowing the place, she preferred to be ready. At the thought of what might happen, a definitively predatory smile reached her lips. I almost hope they're ill-intentioned tavern riffraff. Seeing their faces while they get kicked down by a little bit of a girl with those silly slippers would be fun.

OOC: Shadow, my character is a Breton, not an Imperial.

Elliana, Applewatch, Cyrodiil

Elliana had heard the man approach, but she couldn't increase her pace.

"I know who you are escaping from, and i know what you have been afflicted with.. I need you to trust me, as i can help you get out of here," the man said as he reached her side.

Ellie looked at him, the man was a Nord, so his height was something she expected. What he had said was very unexpected though.

"Just who do you think I'm escaping from, and what do you think I'm afflicted wi..." Ellie began, but after catching the Nord's scent she stopped, her ankle also gave out at the same time, dropping her into the snow. She turned to him, still in the snow and said, "How do you plan on helping me get out of here?"

Isaac phalos, balmoras dark blood guild hideout


Isaac nodded to Sirius and went to the bar.

"One beer please" asked Isaac

"Coming right up my friend" said the bar tender

While Isaac was waiting for his drink he took a minute to look around it was nice and dark fellow vampires and were creatures, their wasn't anyone trying to get the guard because their was a vampire in the bar Isaac took a likening to this place.

"Hers your beer sir" The bartender said

"Thank you" Isaac said.

After He got his beer Isaac walked to the table in the corner and sat down taking slow sips from his beer. Isaac could see Sirius talking to the other residents for the blood scalped cup waiting for him to come to the table.

Before Sirius could answer his question, Maglir was interrupted by a large Imperial. The intruder was wearing a dark cloak over some kind of armor, and carried two elegant short swords at his waist.

"Excuse me gentlemen but I need to talk to you moon eye if it's you and if it is want to join your guild."

'Guild? He has a guild?' Maglir thought to himself, looking up and down at the new man, obviously a vampire, then taking a furtive glance towards Sirius.

Before the elf answered the Imperial, he turned to the aging Imperial Maglir had seen earlier and spoke something too soft for normal ears to hear. Maglir, however, was not one of normal ears,

"You'll have to excuse me Acerbus, I have to discuss a few things with these men," Sirius then mouthed something to his associate, but Maglir could not tell what. He was not in a particular rush to find out, either, his years had taught him patience long ago.

After that the tall elf turned back to Maglir, seeming in rather a rush, "I know a place where we will be able to discuss these matters freely if you will follow me," At this point he turned from Maglir to the Imperial intruder, talking over his shoulder as he walked out the door, "And you'll have to tell me your name, I can tell you are of Berne blood like myself."

'So they're Berne, eh? A name I've heard quite a few times around Morrowind, though this would be the first time I've met one. And not just one, but two, by the sound of it.' Maglir stood up slowly, following along with an easy grace, making a point of walking ahead of the Imperial.

The elf led the pair through the narrow alleys of Balmora, flitting down the dark streets until he stopped next to a pile of boxes. Maglir looked around, searching for the entrance to wherever the elf intended to take them. For a moment he thought they were just going to talk in the street, until Sirius crouched down and tugged lightly on a sewer grate.

"Down here we'll be safe from unwanted ears, make sure you shut it tight behind you." Sirius said, lifting the grate and climbing in.

Maglir looked down, into the faint light of the sewer below, wondering why the elf would want to go into the city's drainage system. Shrugging, Maglir followed after him into the dank tunnel, nearly slipping on the grimy rungs of the ladder.

Touching down onto the stone floor, Maglir soon found himself awestruck by the subterranean city. Before him was an open street, lined on either side with stout buildings, lighted by rows of lanterns. Shifty eyed creatures of the night crawled about the hideout, at least two dozen of them walking the streets like nothing was wrong.

While Sirius was speaking, Maglir could not help but look at what appeared to be two men trying desperately to catch a crowd of birds, shoving them back into a dirty cage, "A Dark Blood Guild hideout." Sirius said with a smile, turning round and walking backwards to say it. "All vampires and were-creatures are welcome here; you just have to make sure no one sees you climb in through the grate. And the only way a mortal can get down here is if they're in the company of a dark blooded person so they don't really have a chance down here. Come on, there's a tavern just down here."

The vampire trying to catch the birds turned to Sirius, bowing his head, "Evening Moon-Eye, haven't seen you down here in a while."

"Guild business," their guide replied, nodding to the pair. After they had walked a decent distance, he turned back again, looking somewhat dejected, "I haven't got a clue why anyone would bring birds down here."

Before Maglir could reply, the elf turned to a nearby building, a dirty sign reading "The Blood Scaled Cup" squeaking above its door.

Maglir followed him inside, the already dank air turning heavy inside the tavern, "Order whatever you want gentlemen, then take a seat and we can continue our discussion."
The bar had a few members scattered about, and Sirius nodded to each has he headed for a small table in the corner. Maglir passed the bar, turning his nose at the drinks, and adjusting his top hat. He hadn't had alcohol in years, and he rarely ate or drank anything now, his thirst quenched by only one thing.

The Imperial behind him, however, seemed to have no such qualms, and made a beeline for the bar. Maglir shook his head, not trusting the stranger as far as he could throw his muscular frame.

The Bosmer's cape swished as he walked, and as he approached the table he took a moment to straighten out the frills on his shirt. He took a seat opposite the elf, the scene similar to the bar on the surface, although here there was no chance of any mortals overhearing them.

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

Aric, outside Applewatch, Cyrodil


Aric kneeled down as she spoke to him. "Well for starters you won't be able to out run anyone with that sprain. so if i may.." The nord said as he picked up the small Breton girl. "There is a small cave not too far off from here, that is hidden off the road. We should be safe there for the time being." Without another word, Aric began to move quickly, hearing the men following them falling behind as they examined the dent in the snow. But as there was people following them, he would need to cover his tracks.

When the two reached the cave, Arc stopped, and put the girl down slowly. "I will return in a minute, as i do not wish to be followed, and found here" the Nord said and left on all fours to distort the tracks he had left behind. coming to the snow covered trees he had purposely walked under before, he shaked the tree, causing snow to fall onto the path he had taken. He then copied this with the other trees, until the tracks were covered up. After satisfied with this, he ran back towards the cave. Seeing that she had not moved aric picked her up again, and them moved deeper into the cave where his encampment was. The fire had gone out, but the sleeping equipment was still in the same place. Placing her on the covers, he proceeded to light the fire.

"I apologise for not introducing myself or asking for your name previously, but we were in a bit of a hurry" Aric said again at last as he finally got the fire to light. "My name is Aric. What is yours?"

Elliana, outside Applewatch, Cyrodiil

Elliana sat in wait while the Nord went to cover their tracks. She couldn't do much more than wait, if she tried to get away he would find her, and she didn't feel the need to stress her ankle anymore. She was safe, for the time being. Ellie began to examine the cave she was in, it went rather deep and smelled like a family of bears had lived in it prior to him coming.

As the Nord returned he started building a fire, which Elliana crept closer to, then said, "I apologise for not introducing myself or asking for your name previously, but we were in a bit of a hurry" he said again at last as he finally got the fire to light. "My name is Aric. What is yours?"

Elliana sat in silence for a moment, staring at Aric. She was trying to wrap her head around what was going on.

Should I really trust him? He is a werewolf like me, but I don't know how trustworthy we are. I don't think it will hurt to tell him my first name...

Finally she answered, "I'm Elliana," after a short pause she asked, "Why did you help me?"

While she waited for an answer she watched the flame's light bounce off the light rock wall of the cave.

As Aric sat back down the Breton girl spoke, "I'm Elliana," after a short pause she asked, "Why did you help me?"

Aric looked up when she asked that, and then looked back into the fire. "i have been tracking your scent down for quite some time, merely observing your actions until tonight when you required aid." Aric said simply, taking the bear pelts from his back, and placing them beside him. "There hasn't been sightings of our kind in Cyrodill for quite some time, and finding you was most difficult. It is my job to find wandering werewolves like yourself and help them to control themselves better when they change. As the next phase of the moon is very close, i will not have enough time to help you properly, but i can at least ensure that when you hunt, that no harm comes to others"

After saying this he picked up two pieces of straight wood he had found earlier, and also a vine he had taken from the rocks outside. "How long has it been since you were turned?" He asked as he moved closer to Elliana to try and put her ankle in a splint.

Elliana, outside Applewatch, Cyrodiil

Aric looked at Elliana for a moment and said, "I have been tracking your scent down for quite some time, merely observing your actions until tonight when you required aid," Aric said simply, taking the bear pelts from his back, and placing them beside him, "There hasn't been sightings of our kind in Cyrodill for quite some time, and finding you was most difficult. It is my job to find wandering werewolves like yourself and help them to control themselves better when they change. As the next phase of the moon is very close, I will not have enough time to help you properly, but I can at least ensure that when you hunt, that no harm comes to others."

"How long has it been since you were turned?" Aric asked as he moved closer with two pieces of wood and a vine to make a splint.

Ellie pulled her boot off and lifted her leg for Aric. If he was willing to help her, she wasn't going to resist too much.

Elliana sat for a moment in thought, then replied quietly, "About eight months," she paused, then started again a bit louder, "But what do you mean its your 'job' to find werewolves, and how can you help me control myself when I turn? I don't even have a clear thought other than hunting and killing when I change."

Elliana pulled her boot off and lifted her leg for Aric. As he prepared to put together the split on her leg she replied to his question quietly at first.

About eight months," she paused, then started again a bit louder, "But what do you mean its your 'job' to find werewolves, and how can you help me control myself when I turn? I don't even have a clear thought other than hunting and killing when I change."

"Eight months.." Aric repeated as he began to tie the vine around the brace on her leg. "It isn't so much a job, but it is what i do. I have known nothing else but being what i am all my life, for i was born into this world as i am.." He began as the Nord moved the Breton girl's leg slightly. "After all this time i have learnt to have slightly more control of myself when i turn.. But only enough to know who is an enemy, and who is an innocent. It is something that my clan taught others when they came to us.. but that was a long time ago when we were many, now not so." After being satisfied with the result of the splint, Aric moved away a bit to give Elliana some space. After all he was still a stranger to her and didn't want her to be uncomfortable.

"It that holding alright?" He asked her after a moment. "It has been some time since i had to put together one of those."

Elliana, outside Applewatch, Cyrodiil

Elliana listened intently. She never thought there would be a clan of werewolves, she was always under the impression they were rogue beasts. She winced slightly as Aric positioned her leg correctly. A small sense of comfort came over her knowing that there was still civility amongst werewolves. Aric moved away after finishing the splint.

"Is that holding alright?" Aric asked her after a moment, "It has been some time since I had to put together one of those."

Elliana tested the splint one last time, trying to move her foot. It seemed to be alright. Satisfied, she positioned herself laying down on her side, her head propped up on her arm.

"It seems to be, but I'm not sure how long the vine will last. I've noticed that I heal faster now that I'm a werewolf though, so it may not be much of an issue. Thanks Aric," finding some comfort in talking, Ellie asked, "Can you tell what you know about our kind?"

Elliana began to take off her pack and sword. She set them infront of her, wrapping her unoccupied arm around her few belongings.

This will probably be my last post for today, got to get ready for work in a minute *sighs*

Aric, Cave outside Applewatch, Cyrodill

As Elliana tested the splint and confirmed that it was good, she lay down on one side, and placed her belongings in front of herself. After doing so she asked Aric what he knew of their kind. Aric sat there for a moment, and tried to remember what his father had told him many years ago when he asked the same question.

"Well, we are underestimated for one. Many wish to believe that we are merely savage beasts with no mind of our only, even when in these forms." As he said this he remembered what Nytt had said as he entered the inn an hour ago. "Well many of us are just that, beasts without a consciousness, and without morals. But those are simply turned by a rouge werewolf, and left to fend for themselves.. However there are packs of werewolves, and even clans like where i hailed from. Werewolves that are together with others are more civilized, and organised, and less like to become like the one you most likely encountered when you were bitten." As he said this he decided to make himself more comfortable next to the fire, as they would be here for some time, or at least till morning. "As you would have learnt already, when the moon is full we change, and our minds become that of a beast, with little intelligent thought, but over time you will learn to have some basic control over the instincts of your bestial mind"

There had been something about the girl that Aric couldn't quite place. She had seemed a bit out of place when he met her, but then again those who had to sacrifice everything when they turned are always out of place in the wilderness. "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."

Aric was intrigued to be able to speak to someone that wasn't born a werewolf for once, and wished to know what it would have been like to not have to worry about the constant struggle between man and beast.

Been Busy.

I'm still here though.

Hans, Balmora, road to Moonmoth Fort

Hans traveled the countryside often, which was one of the reasons he could accurately portray himself as Adventurer Apprentice, learning the ways of the adventurer's treks in the wilds. He was actually very good at surviving in the wilderness, particularly because his only needs were blood and shelter. Although, he despised the taste of wild animal blood here in Morrowind; his time in the wilds of Morrowind made him miss Skyrim even more. Wolves were a delicacy compared to the thick, lukewarm blood of Alit and the thin, watery Cliffracer blood.

But traveling down a dirt road at night would bring suspicion, especially after the vampire hunters incident in the city; a lone person out in the wilderness leaving the city might raise questions. So of course, the boy did anything BUT take the dirt road path.

Instead, he was crouched amongst the bushes on the roadside, using his small, lithe frame to travel at the best speed he could manage at a crouch; roughly the equivalent of a full-grown man's sprinting run. But occasionally he would slow to brisk jog speed as he came nearer tight bush growths. His ultimate goal was to reach there soon, but not make such a racket that every legionaire from the walls to the bowels of the keep could hear him coming.

THe youthful vampire already had a plan forming in his mind, but it would require a pinch of luck as well as careful progression. Hans smiled to himself; this was going to be a very, very entertaining challenge.

OOC: Since I haven't been in touch with Uglius today, I'll just keep going on to make sure we're not halting the RP, mkay.
IC:

"No no no, I'm sure it was four." Robert proclaimed, and placed his head close to the door, hopefully figuring out whether the girl was sleeping or not. After all, a sleeping girl would be easier to throw out the window than a wake one. Since he couldn't hear sqwat, Robert produced the master key and shoved it into the lock. Making plans was for mortals, how hard could it really be to get a girl out of there?

With a quiet click, he turned the key and opened the door quietly. Stepping into the room with great carefulness, Robert suddenly noticed a quite odd thing. The girl was not sleeping at all. This might prove problematic.

"Err... Evening, miss. I was just wondering if you ehm, would be so kind as to accompany me outside? Me and my friend here has a very profitable business proposition for you." Robert said, his head quickly trying to find a believable reason for their entering. "We hoped we could speak with you alone, and I'm afraid these rooms are as sound proof as a paper sheet"