Bloodmoon Chronicles

[Vixandra]

Melora

She rather liked the melody he played and it was obvious the nightmare and stallion did. "Thank you for bringing them, Alistair. Lets find somewhere to settle down for the day."
The clicking of eyes underscored the music as they pried open a door to an old celler. It was dank and smelled of decay. "Ugh! Why me? Oh well, come along my pretties, time for rest for tonght we ride."
The horses nodded happily and followed Melora down the steps, feet barely seeming to touch the ground. Looking at Alistair Melora asked, "You did bring my carriage right?"

 

[The GrandMage]

Chase Walker, Lycanthrope Mercenary

He followed them along, and cleared his throat rather loudly. He wanted their attention, and he wanted it now. He could never understand why people always did this. Perhaps they were just busy.

"I'd really hate to bother you fine folks, but in case you didn't notice, I'm a Mercenary. And while hunting down a killer maniac sounds fun and all, unless someone starts mentioning how they plan to pay, I might just have to leave."

 

[PsychedelicFuzz]

Beorn

Beorn looked up from his lute briefly
"You mean our company is not enough for you, friend?How about a fourth of whatever spoils we find tracking this guy down, and if all goes well, I'll throw in a mule someone paid me with."
Beorn then muttered under his breath "Heaven knows I don't need a petulant, lazy animal following me around."

He subtly changed songs as he resumed concentrating on the lute. This time, it was a wolf song. He never played them for outsiders, but here he felt comfortable. It was unique; the wolf music always seemed to reduce the most complex emotions down to the simplest, most primal urges and feelings. He lapsed back into meditation, only vaguely aware of the others in the room.

 

[The GrandMage]

Chase

He frowned, looking at the man, and then turned his gaze heavenward, raising his hands in a silent question to whatever power had thrust him into this situation. He shook his head.

"Do I look stupid to you? First of all, I have no use for a mule, and why you'd take it as payment in the first place raises interesting questions. As for spoils, only an idiot knows it's better to get a steady fee and let everyone else get rich than to go home with a fourth a copper."

He snorted. "No thank you. If I'm going with you, I'm getting paid. And promises and hints aren't payment, and I don't take livestock. Of course, if you all aren't willing to pay, I'll leave you all now and get a head start on getting to wherever people talk in money they have, not the hope of money they'll get."

 

[kamalw1]

Alistair followed Melora as she opened the door to the cellar. "Of course I brought the carraige, Mistress Melora. I just didn't think it feasible for them to becarrying it behind them all the time. It is stored safely in a nearby stable." Alistair followed her down the stairs and heard the other two starting to argue. He chuckled to himself at the seemingly juvenile exchange gooing on between them. He then looked at Melora and asked her, " Mistress, if I may ask, exactly what prey were you hunting in this town? I had been passing through when I caught the scents and heard the commotion."

 

[PsychedelicFuzz]

Beorn

"you've hit the nail on the head, friend, but as I said, I'm a humble musician. This is my currency" replied Beorn, looking down at his lute.
"Hit the vampires up for money if you want a garauntee, otherwise, i'd get going."

 

[Vixandra]

Melora

"Ali, my friend," Melora said with a smile. "I'm looking for the ones that killed those wolves and started this idiotic war. Remember, I was friends with many wolves when I was younger so have a special affinity for them. It pains me to see us fighting them like this over soemthign stupid."
She listened to the argument above stairs with a sigh. "He thinks we're going to pay him? How laughable." The nighthorses snorted pawing the damp earth of the celler. Melora laid a comforting hand on each of them. "I know my pretties. At sunset we'll hook up the carriage and head to the next town after that monster that's killed so many. Now tis time for sleep. Good day, Ali."
Melora settled down for the day, head pillowed on Mikare's side while Hitari laid down beside her to cusion Alistair's head.

 

[PsychedelicFuzz]

The group of adventurers settled in for the remainder of the day, and when night was once again upon them, they emerged from their cocoon and went on their way. They travelled swiftly on foot and on the backs of the vampiric steeds before taking refuge in an abandoned peasant cottage for another day. Now, night has fallen once more and the adventurers draw ever closer to their prey.

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Beorn
Beorn walked hesitantly aside the two vampires, fidgeting nervously as he clutched the flute hanging around his neck. Tonight was a full moon. Beorn tried not to look at it, but knew it was there, and that it was only a matter of time.

"You three go on ahead" Beorn told the others as he disappeared into a patch of forest. Hopefully I will catch up before you reach the city."
No sooner than he lost sight of his companions, the wolf scar began to glow. His eyes flashed red and then returned to gray. He had to stop it. He reached for his flute. He had to play it to invoke the spell and stop the transformation. He put it up to his lips, but heard some commotion in the brush. He hesitated. In the distance he could see an old beggar, eyes covered by a cloth.
"Strange, he looks like a blind man, but is hobbling through the forest effortlessy without so much as a walking stick, and not running into anything," thought Beorn, but the moment wasted in contemplating that strange sight could cost him.
It was too late. He could now feel the fangs, and see his hands transform into razor sharp claws. He looked down to see himself covered in gray fur. He looked up at the full moon he'd been avoiding and let out a howl before snarling and setting off in the direction of the beggar, possibly for revenge, and possibly for a meal. He hoped he would remember the night's events, and he hoped he didn't attack his companions, but hopes faded quickly in the face of an all consuming bloodlust.

 

[The GrandMage]

Chase

He left then. He wasn't one to work without pay, and sticking with them seemed too much like work. He'd leave them to rot for all he cared. A lot easier to watch out for oneself when you didn't have to worry about not killing your employer.

He was quite a distance from them when the full moon arrived. But unlike others, who were worried about transforming, he delighted in it. He pulled on the chain around his neck, bringing the stone up as he felt the changes begin. The stone began to glow softly, storing power from the full moon, to allow him to transform later.

But that was only half it's purpose. It also allowed him to control himself, to a degree. He didn't think like a rational human, but at least he didn't go about the countryside killing anything in his path like some.

He gloried in the change as it came over him. The scar glowed, and he changed. Claws and fangs grew, fur coated his body as it became more lupine. His awareness dimmed, and more animalistic urges came to the surface as higher thought gave was to animalistic instinct. His armor and clothes managed to go along with the change without being destroyed, the rewards of proper planning and outfitting oneself correctly.

Deep in the woods, he turned his senses to seeing if there were any other creatures in the area he'd have to battle for territory with, but, finding nothing, he went of in search of supper,...

 

[Vixandra]

Melora

Sitting astride Mikare, the vampiress looked at her remaining companion. "Well, we've lost the two puppies for now. Should we move on or wait for them to rejoin us? I think moving on would be wise- while I've no doubt that my dear stallion Mikare here could take on any little wolfie I don't want them possible injured."

 

[kamalw1]

Alistair looked at Melora as she spoke to him. "Yes, I think that is a good idea as well. The longer we wait for them, the colder the trail of our prey becomes."

They continued on down the road in silence for a while when Alistair caught a familiar scent in the air. It was the smell of freshly spilled blood coming from ahead of them. He looked over at Melora. "I know you can smell that too. Care to go see what it is?"

 

[PsychedelicFuzz]

Beorn was barely conscious of his actions now. He instinctively searched for the trail of the beggar, although in this state, he was not sure why anymore. Having lost its trail, Beorn settled on a different scent. It was a stag, and being the only thing near, Beorn resolved it would have to be the target of his anger, and his hunger.
He finally caught up to it when it stopped at a small creek to drink. He steadied himself for a moment, the sprung at the animal's neck, breaking it with the sheer force of the attack as his fangs simultaneously sunk deep into its throat. He ripped through the carcass with tooth and claw, gorging himself on the fresh meat until he could barely move, and then lay down for a short rest.

 

[Vixandra]

Melora

The nighthorses could smell the blood as well and quickened thier steps without any urging from thier riders. Melora could smell the freshly spilt blood, like a sweet perfume on the air. Unconciously she licked her lips. She hadn't feed last night and couldn't feed off the nightstaliion unless he had something to eat first. Melora never took unwilling victums and had only killed her victums during her first year. After that she'd learned enough controll to take only what she needed, leaving her human blood doner alive, if a bit dehydrated. There were humans who were facinated with vampires, would do anything to be close to them. Other times she'd paid for the blood in good coin of the realm, the prostitue happy to be alive and a bit richer.
They came upon the wolf laying next to the dead stag, obviously glutted on the flesh of the animal.
"So which one are you," Melora asked aloud staying atop the nightstallion. Alistair wisely stayed mounted on the mare. "I do believe you're Beorn. Don't know why- just strike me as such."

 

[The GrandMage]

Chase

He sniffed at the air, cruching down and moving around to look. Five creatures. Two horse-like things, two human-like things, another wolf, and a kill. The kill was a stag. If the others weren't there he would have moved in and tried to exert dominance over the other and get the rest of the stag, but there were too many.

Luckily, the other seemed busy, so if he was careful, he could pass through the territory and see if he could find something more filling than the rabbit he'd killed earlier. He kept low to the ground, trying to move past them before they noticed him.

 

[PsychedelicFuzz]

Beorn
Beorn, a bit lethargic from his feast saw two creatures approach. They smelled a little like humans, but not quite. It was human, but with a tinge of something else...blood.
Beorn, with much effort managed to stand and take a defensive posture. Whatever they were, they wouldn't get the remnants of the stag, and neither would the other wolf he smelled near. He snarled, his fangs still dripping with the animals blood, and then pounced into the darkness in the vague hope of catching it...

 

[Vixandra]

Melora

"Perhaps we should let this one be," she said sadly. "I'm sure there's something else up a head."
The wolf looked at them, growled and pounced off into the darkness, chasing some unseen foe.
"Well, that was cute. Come on, my lovlies and Ali, we've places to go and people to kill."

 

[kamalw1]

Alistair nodded at Melora's suggestion. "You are right, we do have other business to attend to." As they continued on, Alistair felt that familiar urge beginning to tug at his subconcious. It wasn't bad now, but it would be a lot worse if he didn't feed soon. He looked over at Melora. "I don't know abou you, Melora, but I haven't fed in a litte while, and I am feeling that need. What do you suggest?"

 

[Vixandra]

Melora

She looked around the forest, extending her mind to search for other hot-blooded creatures. There was a human, a couple of wild wolves, another deer that was running for the hills. Nothing nearer then the next town.
"Not much out here to feed upon," Melora said with a sigh. "I can hold out till tommorow night but we still need something for Mikare and Hitari to feed on. Guess we'll make all speed for the next town and buy a cow or something there. If you really get that bad off let me know- Mikare's not half bad. Not as good as human but his blood will fill you up."

 

[The GrandMage]

Chase

It attacked. Now, Chase, no matter what form he was in, was not one to back down from a challange, so when the other wolf pounced at him, he busied himself in dodging for a suitable counterattack.

Once he was out of the way of the callenging wolf, he threw himself at it's side, really to force it into recognizing Chase as the superior wolf, orif need be, too kill his opponent.

 

[PsychedelicFuzz]

The wolf dodged Beorn's initial strike, and then threw itself at Beorn's side as a display of dominance. Beorn would have none of that. Whoever this was, he was not going to get what remained of the deer carcass.
Beorn dodged, and then lunged again, striking out at the other's neck.

 

[The GrandMage]

Chase

Chase felt fangs digging into his shoulder, and jumped back with a growl. A wolflike hand reached out, grabbing the hilt of his sword and pulling it loose. Years of careful training had put the use of the sword into him so much that he could handle it even now, if nowhere near as well in his human form.

He growled, his hands tightening around the hilt and keeping the sword between him and the other.

 

[PsychedelicFuzz]

Beorn
Beorn tasted blood. Evidently, his strike was successful. He could now see the blood dripping from fang marks in his opponent's shoulder. He lunged again, but hesitated as the other went for a sword. A sword in the hands of someone as strong as a werewolf could be powerful enough to cleave a man in half lengthwise. Beorn's only thought was to keep his adversary from drawing it. He lunged again, grabbing the wrist of the sword hand while he again struck at the wolf's throat.

 

[The GrandMage]

Chase

He dug his feet into th ground, and turned his hand, grasping the one sent towards the wrist of his sword arm. He threw his other forearm in front of the other wolf's jaws, letting it get a strong hold on his arm. He growled low in his throat as the other wolf's fang bit deep into flesh.

He twisted his opponet's arm, holding tight to the other wolflike hand and exerting force while lifting it's head up with his bitten forarm, pushing in into it's mouth so it couldn't back off. He drew a leg up, and began trying to kick its legs out from underneath it.

 

[DarkTalon]

Lathrol

The city Of Goldmorth Was Busy with people even at night (It looked like a busyy old west town ) Lathroll Sat At A table in the pub / Hotel Seting up his cover as a Noble when sudenly because of the Full mon He suden ly saw what the two closes wolfs saw and that was their pending Battel with each other. He felt their instinkt and FIre that drove and fuled them . He felt thier pain As the Trade Blows He was over welm

 

[PsychedelicFuzz]

Beorn clamped his jaws down on his opponent's forearm, and as it attempted to kick his legs out from under him, he fell, pulling his foe down with him and sending him flying a few feet away with a single deft motion.
Beorn sprang to his feet, and was about to lunge again when he hesitated. A flash of clarity and rationality stopped him in his tracks. This could only mean the dawn would be upon them for a moment.
The flash subsided as quickly as it had come, and now the only thought was the defense of honor, and of food. Beorn lunged again, eager to draw more blood.