Soldin

Soldin felt himself slip into a bit of a panic when the werewolves attacked. He dealt with wolves all the time, but never lycanthropes. Still, Satyana's presence enbravened him. He drew the bow Rann gave him and tested it out from afar on any werewolf he could pick out. It was much easier to draw than his own, but in turn the one passed to him from his hated father would be more powerful once he got strong enough to use it...

When Ian stopped to ask if he was alright, Soldin replied with a dazed nod.

Rann

Rann struggled in freeing his blade from the dead wolf's skull, but still got it out in time to defend himself from the next attacker.

The man-turned-wolf pounced on him, knocking him to the ground. Rann still kept his wits about him, though, and managed to hold on to his katana.

He was pinned, but his arms were free, at least. His sword arm began to bash the wolf's head with his sword hilt while the other worked furiously to fend off the wolf's bites.

The wolf had enough after several moments and got off, circling Rann. He tried to stand, but was pounced on again.

"Get the hell off!" he grunted, this time using his feet to push the thing away. He used the extra time to actually regain footing, and the werewolf tried the same tactic again.

The wolf jumped towards him, but Rann was ready with his katana held at the perfect angle. The wolf did succeed in knocking Rann over for a third time, but this time found a katana through its heart.

He shoved the wolf off (hopefully for the last time) when another appeared over his head, growling. Rann figured that if it was in human form it would be smiling.

OOC: Anyone got a bow?

OCC: Ian does...

Ian, lending a hand

Satyana had been through a lot, but Ian knew she'd gotten used to this sort of thing by now; Soldin on the other hand was the one he'd wanted to know about. Soldin nodded and Ian ordered, "Stay here for the moment, feel free to use that bow, just don't draw too much attention."

With that he turned to heck on everyone else and noticed Rann's plight. Unslinging his glass bow, Ian nocked one of his poisoned arrows, and aimed for the wolf's chest. As the arrow flew forth Ian hoped the paralysis effect would give Rann the chance he needed.

The Wandering Sage

As another wolf rushed past, the Sage's hand rubbed its fur, and the Lycanthrope slammed into the ground, hard. It snarled in outrage at the indignaty of being grounded, but it struggled in vain against the magical burden upon it.

While immobilized the creature still posed a threat to the unwary, so, giving it a wide berth, the Sage circled the trapped werewolf. It's persistant, I'll give it that much.... A purple aura of mysticism swirled about her right hand, and she struck the wolf at the base of its skull, cracking the vertebrea and severing the spinal cord.

The wolf's struggles ceased, it tracked her with its eyes, but the beast had lost its ferocity and it whined helplessly. The Sage's sympathized for its suffering, and spoke quietly to the man or woman inside the monster. "Don't worry, it will only last a little longer....."

After a minute the werewolf closed its eyes for the last time, as its disabled body gave out. Before leaving the body, she began its cremation with a small flame. As the body caught fire, the Sage turned to aid those that could be aided.......

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Rann

Rann didn't know where the arrow came from that killed his enemy, but he was grateful nonetheless. He stood to find a small break in the fighting; at least for him. A burning corpse got his attention, and he began to approach the stranger responsible.

"Who might you be?" he asked, wiping his blade off on his pants. Before she could reply he pointed behind her. "Watch out!"

Another werewolf was thinking to creep up on the woman.

Kirana, the Wandering Sage

She turned to the approaching Dunmer and was about to give him a similar greeting to the one she'd given the Breton at Hero Hill, but his warning took a heartbeat to make sense. Thinking faster than she would of liked, the Sage slammed her palm against the ground at her feet and the air around her exploded.

Despite herself her heart was racing at the sudden attack, and she realized she'd done overkill on accident. Momentarily lacking her normal calm, she looked back at the charred body shivered unbiddenly.
"Thank you for the warning, Dunmer, I go by many names, but you may call me Kirana." Under normal circumstances she wouldn't have given her real name so early to a stranger, but he had just saved her life- well, maybe a limb, but anyway she owed him that much. She added in a quieter tone. 'I very much appriciate it...."

OCC: the explosion is overkill because she only intended to create a flash-fire (which burns the air things are breathing, so it chars the lungs). Btw, I found that out when watching Posiedon, that movie about the cruise liner.

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Rann

"Good to meet you, Kirana, but there's not much to thank. It's not as if saying 'watch out' took tremendous effort." he answered, thoughtlessly forgetting to give his own name.

"Maybe we'll meet over another corpse later." he said, realizing that he was doing too much talking and not enough fighting.

He jumped back into the fray, choosing another target.

Kirana

She watched the Dunmer as he went back to the fighting, and beneath her hood she grinned. Then returning to the battle, she scanned the area with night-eye keeping an eye out for any more wolves coming form this side of the camp.

Actually, we've probably killed more than half the pack...... if this one is around the average in size. She thought matter-of-factly, fingering the now filled soulgem that contained one werewolf's soul.

Issac

Up until Cryorend began to lose its charge he'd been doing reasonably well, but now that the katana was not as chilling as it normally was Issac was having more trouble. Time for spells I guess, ducking under the claws of one wolf, Issac blasted it point-blank with Deadra's Fury.

The Lycanthrope flew through the air, due to the electricty that ran through its body and the explosion, it shattered as it slammed into a tree trunk. Breathing hard, he pulled out a welkyd stone he'd collected, the Aylied artifact shined aquamarine in the night.

Issac held it high and all the magika within it flooded his reserves. The stone turned to dust and blew away with the wind. Gathering his newly restored magika, Issac moved to help the others, and he noticed the wolves were less frequient now.....

Flint Ironwood.

Flint kept a close eye while FLogir and Patholos were conversing. In the meantime, his Dragonskin began to shimmer, a sign of its imminent dissipation.
,,Well I'll be, it used to last longer. I really must've gotten old."

Two wolves snuck in from the sides, odd when compared to the mad berserking nature of their brethren.
,,Oh, no you won't!" Flint shouted and let his Dragonskin expand, turning it into a solid wall moving at high speed. It held out long enough to slam into the wolves and knock them down before dissipating.
,,And that is that. No more Dragonskin." The Breton mumbled as he summoned a new arrow for his bow. Instead of challenging him, the two wolves withdrew into the forest.

,,Eh? They're not so brave anymore. Did someone kill the pack's leader while I wasn't watching?"

OOC: My, apologies, Flint. The other rp i am doing, there are two dwarves and one is named Flint.

Patholos, talking to Flogir

"Thank you, Thank you, the Dread Father be Praised! He has given us victory!" No emotion was on his as he looked into Flogir's eyes. Then he gazed down into his hand and watched Flogir offer back the blade. A look of confusion passed over Patholos' face, then he snatched the dagger away.

"Thank you, and thank the man you were with. This is the first time I was able to feel comradery, and it feels good. I must speak with a Elder, or someone who can ease my mind. I have to clear it..., can you take me to one?"

Patholos, for the first time since the accident, had started to cry. The tears were blood.

Flogir

Flogir kept silent as Patholos raved and ranted about the Dread Father. If anyone gave us victory, it was their combined individual effort, not some diety. At least that's what Flogir believed. The Aedra would only help if some manifestation of them appeared, much like Akatosh did at the climax of the Oblivion Crisis. Yet Flogir kept silent about that, looking to not offend the strange Patholos.

It was after this that Patholos began to speak of Elders. "Well... I don't know what "Elders" you speak of. By all means, it could mean old people, and there's more than a few of those in this group," Flogir stated and then saw that the man was crying. He recoiled as he saw the tears were crimson. "Umm.... are you all right? Is that normal?"

Flint Ironwood.

Flint keeled over, holding his knees in an effort to remain balanced. His heart was thumping in his chest and his lungs burned.
,,Note to self, don't overdo it. You're not the youngest."
,,I'm not the kind of Elder you're looking for. Now if you excuse me, I think I'm going to sit on a log and feel sick." He mumbled, ignoring the battle which still raged around them, though the aggression of the wolves had greatly diminished by now.




(Priest, don't worry about a thing. Flint and I were rather amused. We had a good laugh. Yeah, he is a bit short so Dwarf fits in a way. )

Rann

The fighting was done, at least for now, so Rann wiped his blade on the grass before returning to the main gathering of people.

He had been about to say something about not having been introduced to Patholos, but changed his mind when he witnessed the events that were unfolding. Having killed a few Dark Brotherhood members in his life, he knew exactly what the stranger meant by 'Dread Father' and 'Elder'. He no longer wished to be introduced.

Instead, he came to stand beside Altair. "I guess we get to speak now - I have a lot of questions."

Veric

"And I hope I can answer them," Altair answered humbly, resheathing his dawrven blade. "Shall we risk the woods for the sake of privacy? My assisstant is around somewhere," he asked, looking around as if searching for Voltar.

Voltar

Voltar still sat idlelly by a tree. Smoke from the remains of a werewolf drifted lazily into the air. The beast had made the unfortunate mistake in trying to flee in the direction that Voltar stood waiting. Voltar was actually happy to have a bit of a momentary distraction, as he was often quite curious on how effective a certain spell would work on something. Turns out that the one he had chose work quite well, as it basically obilerated the beast from the inside, expelling out.

Looking at the encampment, Voltar managed to make out Veric speaking with the young Dunmer. Veric was scanning the woods, so Voltar could only guess at what was now going to happen. He turned to Karn.

"I suggest you make yourself scarce. I have a feeling Veric will be bringing a guest this way and it would prove detrimental to our plans if this guest were to see you in our company..." he said cooly to the Dunmer.

Karn

He spun on his heel and fixed the Altmer with a glare. Karn actually considered showing himself and revealing the conspiracy, but it was just a fantasy that he doubted would pay off. After a few heartbeats he replied in an even colder tone than Voltar. "Right."

The Dunmer turned and vanished amongst the foliage....

OCC: when is Amrita finally going to come out of her shadow?

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Rann

Rann didn't answer, at least not verbally. He merely made a hand gesture that said, "Lead the way."

OOC: are brianna, sadril and rahvin going to do anything?

Patholos

After a few seconds, Patholos wiped his tears away and stared, if you could call it that, at the distance. He turned his gaze towards Flint. He coughed and turned away. He went to sit down on a log and when he got there, he fell over.

"With this new vampire, that means my master is still alive... and that means he'll come after me..., I'm so scared right now..., DID YOU HERE THAT, MASTER?" Patholos yelled, then he whispered, "Did you hear that?'

Patholos continued to mutter to himself, slowly rocking back and forth. "Dread Father, why do I experience these emotions, all those years killing and sacrificing, without doubts. Now I see what people truly are, and I doubt you, Dread Father, I doubt you....

Ian, camp

Now that the werewolves had fled, Ian cleaned his blades on the grass that remained uncharred by fire. His armor now had blood all over it, not to mention the damaged cuased by those giant dogs' claws and fangs. I'll have to get it repaired......

Then he recalled that he still had his glass armor fragments; Ian approached Flint and handed him the pieces. "I have no use for these anymore, but I imagine you could have use for them, Flint." He added, "Yes, I am a vampire; that doesn't change my reasons for fighting alongside you all."

Flint Ironwood.

Flint nodded, still tired from his exertion.
,,Thanks. And don't worry about it. I still trust you." He replied. With a trained eye, he examined the glass.
,,Hmm, it's not enough to make a full suit, but it is enough to reinforce that wacko's clothing at the vital areas. Won't stop him from being injured, but at least we won't have to collect his organs." He muttered to himself.

He then looked up and examined Ian's gear as well.
,,Need that stuff fixed? I'd rather fix the damaged stuff before I start making a whole new outfit."

Veric

"Very well," Altair said as he began walking in a seemingly random direction into the woods. "Have you ever heard of a man named Veric?"

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