The Lycanthrope/Vampire War

[Assassin99]

Three thousand years have passed since the dragon crisis.​

It is now the 2016th year of the fifth era.​

An ancient war reawakened.​

The end is nigh.​

The Thalmor disappeared, gone from Mundus to where no one knows.​

The Empire is united, the dragons gone.​

When the Thalmor left, Tamriel had experienced peace once again.​

until now.​

The war of old between the Vampires and the Were-wolves comes once again.​

WITH THE HUNTERS IN TOW.​

WHO WILL WIN.​

TAMRIEL HAS GONE INTO CHAOS,​

NO ONE IS SAFE.​

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If you want to join go to Open - The Lycanthrope/Vampire war | Skyrim Forums​

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Rules are as follows​

.No one can take unfair control over another, which means unless you have already figured out what's going to happen with another player.​

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.No ultra-powerful characters, such as a were-wolf who can transform at will​

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.If you talk out of character please do it like this (OOC: message)​

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.No one word, or just one line​

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.Try to be descriptive​

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.Please try to post daily​

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.Do not kill off your charicer, unless disscussed with the group​

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As this is free form these are my only rules.​

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Please discuss things that are happening in the role-play in the sign up/OOC one, link provided at top. Also please do not post unless singed up in the afore mentioned thread​

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Current Role-players​

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Assassin99 as jo'branzeelaw (Bran)​

Blue468 as Bormir​

Isara12 as Lady Nephenee​

Sunandmoon as Hissaeldor​

Soundwave129 as Alinorius​

Caravan guard as Lyle Konliss​

Overteenies as Seikralien​

Chiefscalynipples as Jeroo-shei​

Brovahkin as Deldrin​

R'alle as R'alle​

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Green=Active​

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Red=Retired​

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Yellow=partially active​

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[Assassin99]

Jo'Branzeelaw, commonly known as Bran, went hunting along with two of the cubs, Dior and Mallijk.
As this was an Initiation for full membership for the two of them they had chosen the best they could to get the most respect, a snowy sabre cat.
"There's the lair of one of them master" said Dior.
"Good, I will go no further, as it is against pack rules to aid cubs in their Initiation ceremony.
"We will not disappoint you master" said Mallijk, respectfully.
The two Initiates went inside the cave.

A while later the two members, for they were cubs no more, came out bloody and with big grins on their faces.
"Master, we have done it." Dior said.
Proudly the two presented the pelt.
"Ahh, Go back to the rest of the pack, I will meet you there for the rest of the ceremony."
"Yes master" said Mallijk.

 

[Sun&Moon]

The night air was cool on Hissaeldor's skin as he patrolled the streets of the Imperial City. He had spent the evening drinking at The Tiber Septim Hotel where he had purchased a room. Though he enjoyed the occasional drink, the wine he had tonight would unfortunately not quench his thirst. Occasionally he would pass by a guard who would give him a curious look, but he didn't care. By the time dawn breaks he will have gotten what he wanted and be on his way.

He found a nice house that looked easy enough to get into, he almost felt sorry for whomever was unfortunate enough to live there. He walked up to the door and gently tried to turn the knob. It was locked, but this wasn't a problem. Hissaeldor magicly unlocked the door using some long forgotten spell. He slowly opened the door and let himself in. He was as quiet as ever making his way up the stairs to where the bedroom was. The door was open. Laying there in there bed was an elderly Imperial woman. If only she knew what was about to happen to her. He thought.

Slowly he knelt down and opened his mouth. He sank is teeth deep into her neck and started to drain her blood. Normally vampires don't kill there victims but Hissaeldor had a tendency to over feed. Her eyes shot open and she gasped, but she didn't have time to say anything. Almost all her blood had been drained. He finished his meal and made his way down to the kitchen. He wiped his mouth off on a cloth, and as quietly as he entered he left. Nothing quite as satisfying as finishing a large meal. Hissaeldor smiled as he walked out the city gates and disappeared into the night.

 

[Assassin99]

Bran walked up to the hidden entrance of the pack.
"Master, welcome." said Nurtoparr, the guard for the entrance.
"Greetings Nurtoparr, are the two ready yet?"
"Yes, they await you in the ceremonial chamber."
"Excellent, my friend."
Bran walked to the chamber, happy his prodigies were finally ready.

When he walked in, the two were in the ceremonial robes, quickly he started the ceremony.
"DO YOU HEREBY PROMISE TO DEVOTE YOUR LIFE TO THE PACK" said bran, his voice booming.
"We do" they said at the same time.
"DO YOU PROMISE THAT YOU SHALL NOT DO WRONGS TO OTHERS UNLESS THERE IS NO CHOICE, OR IT IS A TRANSFORMATION GONE WILD."
"We do."
"DO YOU PROMISE NOT TO ABUSE YOUR POWERS."
"We do."
"THEN I HEREBY NAME YOU MEMBERS OF THE PACK."
The crowd dispersed and the two went to get their new weapons and armour.

 

[UnLonged]

A loud explosion came from one of the rooms. A thick cloud of smoke seeped through the door and the small, lone window. The smell was horrible, like that of the burning flesh of a werewolf. Not as horrible as before though.

"*cough!* Apprentice! *cough!* Take note of what happened!"

A typical scenario inside the alchemy wing, an ear piercing bang followed by a plume of smoke, only the color of the smoke seem to vary. The rest of the hunters' eyes would occasionally wander into the halls, some would personally venture deep into one of the rooms to satisfy their curiosity. Some would come out running with their garments on fire, some would have their faces filled with boils, but during the rarest of moments would some come out bearing words of recommendation of my works to the general. The usual reaction would be..

"SEIKRALIEN! I WOULD HAVE YOU REMOVED FROM OUR RANKS! Alchemy against the undead, preposterous!"

If I were to be given an imp stool every time I hear those words. I would have a whole garden of mushrooms in my room. And the undead thing? I managed to create concoctions that doesn't directly affect the anatomy of the lifeless bodies of what we are against.

Mixing samples of chaurus eggs made the particles translucent and it didn't emit the same pungent smell it had than before. This will eliminate the ability of werewolves to sense any traces of silver in this cloud. Perfect.

I grabbed my notes regarding this concoction and wrote "Wf-04: Silver Cloud" on each of them. I looked upon my assistant's notes, it was a portrait of a naked nord woman. As usual. The details are much better than my previous assistants though.

Assistants. Hah! Maids would be more apt, all they do is grumble and clean. "Apprentice! Take these notes to the general." The looks on his face expressed joy and relief, like he wants to make like a Khajiit thief and scamper away.

It was a different person every week so I decide to just call them "Apprentice", for convenience. Would be better if I were to have a permanent one. I'll call that person my "Master Apprentice", quite contradictory but the sound of it is nice.

The imperial removed dirt on his garments and bolted through the door. I checked my creations, grabbed a vial labeled "Vn-07: Mini Sun" and loaded it unto my crossbow Nigricollis. I pulled the trigger and it shot the vial onto the ceiling. A small orb formed. It released a bright flash of light and a warm overall feeling on the skin.

This would give those blood-suckers a run for their septims. I don't think it will work on the higher beings though. Should create something more potent.
I went to my alchemy table and continue to work on my current mixture, something simple yet powerful. I grabbed a bit of parchment, wrote on it, and placed it on a crate.

The label reads: "VM-01: Blood Drought".

A small explosion later occur. The smoke was red and it smells of rotten pine trush eggs. Might work for mortals, but not on master vampires.

 

[Assassin99]

Bran and the two new members were on the trail of a group of hunters, rumoured to have set up camp just outside Whiterun. Having decided to stay in human form, the three closed in upon the camp.
"You two stay here and cover me with your bows."
"Yes master" replied Dior.
Bran took out his staff and charged the camp.
Coulmaar diio nakran
Streams of energy shot out his staff killing half the camp then and there, the rest were quickly taken down by a hail of arrows from above. The three went back to camp after finding a few things of value in the camp.

 

[blue 468]

Bormir had been present at the ceremony he had felt a small sense of nostalgia. He remembered 50 years ago when he was just a cub, his trial was to kill 2 cave bears with just a knife but back then he was the only other member. When the ceremony was over Bormir decided to go hunting, he grabbed his bow and set off to Falkreath.

After a successful day of hunting he was walking back when he saw two vampires feeding on a few dead soilders. Without thinking he pulled out his bow and fired. His first shot missed but the second hit one of them in the arm. They closed in fast so Bormir pulled out his sword in a desperate attempt to defend him self. Vampire's were generally faster and stronger in human form. Bormir was disarmed and received a slash across the ribs. The to vampires's laughed and turned there back to finish there meal, Bormir felt the rage building up inside him and felt the beast coming out. The two Vampires turned to see a large enraged Werewolf standing behind them.

Bormir returned to their camp with some deer pelt and to freshly severed vampire heads. One of the new members Dior said "What are those? Wait, are those vampire heads?!"
Bormir answered while walking away "they were being rude."
"How?" He asked
"they were talking with there mouths full." he replied walking away

 

[caravan guard]

Lyle was sprinting down an alley way. The girl was fast...TOO FAST. She was a rogue vampire. perhaps only in her 30s. She had the body of a 12 year old girl. Lyle begged his legs to go faster. He inched closer to the fleeing vamp bit by bit. She took a sharp turn and leaped on the wall.

She climbed slowly,she was drunk after all. Lyle stalked her the whole night. She had atleast 2 meals before he was discovered. He reached in trench coat in between his aluminum armor he pulled out a bottle. He was thirsty. He slid the cap off and took a sip The liquid was cold almost freezing. He wiped his mouth with his sleeve. The girl was halfway up the wall nearing the roof. He took aim a little above the girl and threw it.

The bottle busted and covered the wall with the blue liquid. There was a loud crackling as the girl climbed over it. The wall froze over and trapped the little girl.

She screamed loudly. Lyle pulled out a cigar and slowly climbed a nearby ladder. At the top he looked down at the girl. He spoke his voice raspy. "Pathetic....You must be a new blood. What were you thinking when you tore that door off it's hinges? vampires get caught for just sneezing let alone a door flying through the street." He didn't let the girl speak. He pulled a bag of blood from his trench coat. He dropped it in the girls mouth. The bag had B- blood mixed with a plasmatic drug. It would cause her to scream and howl in pain as the parasite moved to each of her organs.The point was to have her attract her cullen.

Before he left he placed a small beacon on the roof. He took a nail and nailed it to the roof with his boot.
He hired a carriage to the HQ and replaced his dying Cigar. He entered the cold building and walked to the Alchemy district. He walked to Seikralien's Lab. "Hey I have a screamer in the Northern district. Do you think you can pull up the monitor so we can see if her buddies come to her rescue before the dreaded sun comes out?" He smiled at him,Lyle trusted him and loved his brilliant inventions.

 

[Soundwave129]

Alinorius walked the halls of his dungeon alone. He stroked his beard in a contemplative manner, waiting for news. of what kind, he did not care. He spun around as he heard the door creak, his hands now alight with flames. The scout stood mortified in front of him. "S-sir?" He managed to stammer out. "I have news from our camp in Whiterun hold. They were found by a group of vampires." "And?" "They're all dead, sir."

The Altmer stood silent for a second, then spoke. "Thank you. Please leave me now." Without saying a word, the young man shut the door and scurried off. Alinorius flicked his wrist, and the fire returned. Roaring in anger, he tossed the fireball into a wall, and it burst into a cloud of ember. Calming himself, he walked over to a nearby table, and picked up his sword. It's silver blade gleamed, and fire danced across it.

Putting the sword in it's sheath, Alinorius walked through the door, heading up to the main fort. "So," He muttered to himself. "The war begins."

 

[caravan guard]

Lyle patted Seikralien on the back. He left the room and head toward his quarters. The young lieutenant was tired from the long day. A scout ran passed him, he had dirt all over his face. Lyle stopped him "What happened? How did the scouting go?" "Oh lieutenant our camp was destroyed. I suspect it was vampires, but It could've been wolves. Alinorious knows talk to him I need to be going." The scout hurried off.

Lyle ran to Alinorius's office. He knocked....no answer. He went to the main bridge and spotted him walking. He ran over and slowed down. He walked at the commanding officer's pace. "Sir I have new of a whole camp destroyed....Is it true? That's 30 of our men!!"

 

[Assassin99]

Upon return, bran sought out Bormir, seeing that he was not in he went to the training room, ordering Nurtoparr to alert him if Bormir returns.

A while later Dior barged in. "Master, bad news."
"What is it child?"
"One of our smaller camps near the imperial city was attacked by hunters, and our small camp in the reach, was attacked by vampires."
"I have been waiting for this, the war begins."

 

[brovahkin!]

As Deldrin slowly climbed out of his coffin after a weeks slumber as he was awoken by a vampire scout that warned him about on coming hunters, Deldrin quickly grabbed his long bow and some steel arrows and followed the scout to a nearby tree line where they had a full view of the three on coming hunters that were escorting a werewolf to a nearby camp. He told the scout to go round the other side of them and flank them with a barrage of arrows whilst he fires great accuracy after a a couple of minutes all the hunters lay dead, after looting several bodies and retrieving his arrows deldrin stumbled upon a letter which details a hunters camp nearby.

 

[Assassin99]

The preparations for war now start, the were-wolves now guard there camp, dozens around the perimeter at any one time.
"Dior get Mallijk and stake out the closest vampire and hunter cams."
"Yes master."
"Nurtoparr, get the troops ready and stake out the perimeter."
"Of course master."

 

[Soundwave129]

Alinorius saw his second-in-command approaching him. "Sir, I have news of a whole camp destroyed... Is it true? That's thirty of our men!" Lyle's voice was a distinct mix of panic and anger. Alinorius replied in a monotone voice. "Yes. Our camp in Whiterun hold has been compromised. We don't know who did it, but my money's on Vampires. The wolves would have just torn them apart." He started walking again. "I'll be in the armory, soldier. You can follow me if you like."

 

[R'alle]

R'alle woke up from his sleep. He just gotten over a cold. He walked to where his father stood. R'alle rubbed his eyes while speaking. "What's happening father? Is there something wrong?" His stomach growled. He wanted food, he wanted to go hunting. He wanted his favorite food....Human flesh.

 

[Assassin99]

Bran's expression immediately softened when he saw his eleven year old son.
"War, do not leave the camp until I tell you, now go to the kitchen's for food."

 

[brovahkin!]

Deldrin ordered the scout to find his thrall bolrin the woodelf, after several minutes Bolrin ran to Deldrin knowing they were going to find some hunters as the scout had told him everything. they both grabbed their bows and their quivers and headed out, after several hours of running and stopping for quick breaks they had stumbled upon a hunters base right near falkreath having an excellent vantage point they wiped out many of the hunters before they had even managed to get close until an orc came charging towards them in banded iron armor wielding a massive steel battleaxe swinging right past Deldrins head Deldrin rolled behind the orc jumping back on to his feet and decapitated the orc right where he stood. Deldrin turnt to face Bolnir and muttering its worse than we thought!

 

[R'alle]

R'alle's ears flattened to his skull. He hated eating dead food. He nodded at his father "Yes sir." He walked to the kitchen and sat on the ground. He picked up a goat's leg and started chewing on it. He eat all of the fat and the muscle. His fangs tore the meat easily from the bone.

He carried the bone to the river that flowed through the camp. He walked in with his mouth open. He drank some water and came out wet. He shook his ears dry and jogged to his tent. He picked up a spare tunic and wiped his torso dry.

He climbed a near tree and looked out into the forest. His red tinted fur shone in the moonlight. He started biting on the bone. He banged the bone against the tree branch trying to reach the blood filled Marrow.
He gave up and dropped the bone.

He sat at his perch and dangled his foot. He watched as some of the campe members moved away from the camp. R'alle grew curious. Were are they going. He slid down the tree and jogged after the group. There was a slight breeze. A scent filled R'alle's nose. It was Dior. He followed quietly behind Dior's group.

 

[Assassin99]

"Master, it's R'alle, his gone" said Drann, R'alle's nord friend.
"I TOLD HIM NOT TO LEAVE, SEND OUT SCOUTS AS ONCE, HE BETTER JUST BE IN THE TREES OR ELSE."
The scouts moved out.

 

[brovahkin!]

Deldrin fled the bloody scene filled with dead hunters and made his way to Helgen keep as he knew a few vampires that were stationed there after a days journey him and Bolnir and set up a tent and laid down there bed rolls and explored until Deldrin sent Bolrin to go keep lookout for any werewolves or hunters. Deldrin met the vampire leader in charge of Helgen and told him of his recent victory over by falkreath turns out the vampire had also wiped out a bigger camp of thirty hunters down in Whiterun hold