Sel had heard Celia's conversation with Niran.

"You didn't take a potion." he stated flatly.

He left the rest unsaid. He was afraid that she would not be able to control herself as a werewolf and try to kill one of the members of the group. He wondered if he could bring himself to even protect himself, much less kill her if she attacked him...

He thought about stealing a potion from Serene and forcing it down her throat...she might hate him for awhile, but that would be better than one of the others killing her...

"Celia, if what Sel says is true then you will have to take it. Your refusal to do so would put the entire group in danger." then he said

"I'm not calling you a liar, but I seriously hope you would not want to endanger the group. Especially when a young one such as Triel is with us."

Serene sensed Sel´s mind and what she got to know frightened her to death, Celia was nfected with lycantrophy and hadn´t taken a cure for it.....it couldn´t be true why would she not do that?

"Sel!, you don´t have to steal a potion....here you are " she said and handed him a purple vial....



"must heal Mazuk now......"

Sel accepted the potion and eyed Celia.

"It's your choice on whether or not to take this." he began. "But if you choose not to, you will be forced..."

Niran looked strangely at Serene, what was she talking about.

"What exactly are you talking about?" Niran asked puzzled.

Turning towards Sel

"Sel, you had better not. It's up to her. If she doesn't she can leave, but you shall not force her too."

Serene noticed Niran´s puzzled face, she knew what was going on in his head, all chaos, poor boy...


She put her hands around Mazuk´s head and concentrated...the healing-energy emerged from her into the boy´s head....she caught the infection..slooow pick it up....take it out of him...there, the infectuous lycantrophy was slowly drawn out of Mazuk...who opened an eyelid all shivering.....Serene fell to the ground totally exhausted



"Jonacin.........."

"Mind reader." Sel explained to Niran's first question. "She answered my thoughts."

Sel didn't really like this new discovery, but Serene was nice enough, if a bit nosy when it came to his private thoughts. He needed a way to protect himself from her intrusions.

He looked at Niran. "Would you stop me?" he asked. He wouldn't tell Niran his reasons, though Serene probably already knew.

"I have restrained myself from fighting you as of yet, but if you try to stop me, the fight won't be avioded." Sel said solemnly.

"Sel, I do not wish to fight you. You must realize that Celia can make her own decisions, she is just as mature as you." he paused and went on "If I must fight to protect another's freedom of choice then I will, but I sincerely hope you do not force me too take such action."

OOC: spoken like a true american!!!

Sel looked at Niran.

"Freedom to turn into a monster that can threaten mine and my friends' lives? Freedom stops when it hinders my own." he said without missing a beat.

He drew his sword, knowing Niran wouldn't see his side.

Besides, he thought. I don't have the heart to kick her out of the group, much less kill her - werewolf or not.

"Sel, put away your sword. If you do not understand me now, you will later when you have thrown away Celia's friendship. Let her make her own decision."
Niran did not even reach for his own sword.

Mazuk said to Serene in a quiet and shaky voice "Thank You" and then dose back off.

Jonacin went to Serene's side when he heard her call him. "are you ok?" he asked her, "you look exhausted. You need to rest"

"Jonacin, you must support Sel in trying to get Celia to take a potion...for the survival of the entire group.....it´s a matter of life and death" Serene clung tight to Jonacin, sobbing....


She was satisfied with the healing of Mazuk....if only this spiritual healing didn´t take so much of her.....

Sel could take throwing away her friendship before he could take throwing away her life if she attacked him. He didn't know if he could restrain himself from killing her, or if his survival instinct would override his feelings for Celia. He was resolved to cure Celia, ruining her friendship or no, but he didn't know if he could even get to her without Niran interfering.

"Jonacin, hold down Niran, I'll do the rest." Sel said, determined.

"Jonacin, just think before you act. I will not stop Sel physically, I have done my best to persuade him. Give me the potion and I will see too it that Celia takes it, but not by force. I know she can be persuaded, now stop this nonsense and hand it over."

What is he, an idiot? Niran thought

"It's ok Serene, everything we'll be fine. We'll make sure Celia takes the [potion" he said to her, gently stroking her hair, trying to comfort her

Serene closed her eyes and sunk back against jonacin....

"Wonder if they manage, Niran is not to be trusted he thinks of Celia, he´s probably in love with her...and so is Sel, but he thinks og the group and he´s reliable....oh what dilemma!"

Sel looked at Celia. "Choose." he said.

"Celia, it's up to you." Niran said "your friends lives are at stake here."

Why won't they let me help here, I could persuade her! Niran thought angrily

Niran said this to reaffirm his willingness to protect Celia's decision. If she refused he would make sure Sel did not force her too drink the potion. He would not stop him lethally of course. One fist to the back of the head should knock the youngster out.

(OOC: Sorry, slow computer and long post)

Celia bit her lip, not sure of what her feelings were right now. She did not know much about this disease except it is considered bad... Would she transform into one of those things? Then, again, most people thought bad of vampires, and she had thought so too, until she had met one personally...

On the other hand, during the fight, she had been unable to help the others. She was too weak to help fight, too helpless. If she had the disease, she could transform into something much more powerful, and, perhaps, if she put her willpower into it, she could control it and help her friends. She could be much more useful that way...

She stood there, still not sure what would happen.

Suddenly, she had another vision. But this vision contains not a creature, not the mage, but an imposing and wild-looking man with antlers... His eyes, soft, but firm and commanding... He whispered something in a soothing and reassuring voice... "Do not take the potion..."

She turned to Sel. "I'm sorry, but I can not.... I will leave the group if you want me to, but... I'm not drinking the potion."

Niran walked to Celia until he was directly in front of her and he looked directly into her eyes

"Celia, you have to understand the situation at hand. Think of Triel, should she see you in such a state. What if you go out of control and kill her? I beg you to reconsider." Niran said this and his eyes did not move from hers.

"Maybe I was wrong! maybe Niran has more depth than he shows...more diplomacy.....i must let him try , its always better with persuation than force"


Serene took Jonacin´s hand and approached Niran and Celia slowly.......keeping her fingers crossed.



Ahh the child.....maybe our salvation"

Niran continued looking into her eyes

"Celia, I want you to picture this situation," Niran told her "we wait, what is it three days? Then you're a werewolf, at the time your holding Triel. She screams and runs. You follow her, growling and scaring the little girl. Then you pounce and little Triel is no more."

"Please, make the right decision."

Celia considered Niran's words. She was almost convinced. Almost.

Unfortunately, that voice, that wild man was still in her vision. His voice and his presense was still burning in her mind and thoughts. It was almost hypnotic...

She close her eyes and concentrated on the silhouette of the man. Perhaps if she concentrated enough, he would answer... What is your name? Who are you?

"I am called Hircine, the Hunter... That is all you need to know..." His voice trailed off, and Celia opened her eyes again, facing Niran. She wanted to say, "You're right. I should take the potion... for Triel's sake..." But the words stuck in her throat as if someone was preventing her from saying it.

As if being controlled, she gently pushed the child towards Niran, instead. She whispered, "I can't... I must... obey..." Her eyes were tearing. "You take care of her for me, Niran, Sel. I'll... go away..." With that, she started walking away from the group.

"Celia, wherever you go I'll follow. Please, Celia, please listen to me."

He walked fast and blocked her way.

I love you, can you not see that? I mean you well. Niran thought sadly

Fenris yawned, he felt tired, unnaturally tired. Anara looked over at him questionally, but the big Nord shook his head. "Prolly nothin'," he replied. I took a potion, i'll be fine, he thought to himself. What if it wasn't enough? Too much of the contaigen got transfered? The shear amount nullified the potion? Nah. Just tired. Up all night.... he mused, before sitting down, back to a rock. He closed his eyes and caught up on some sleep he had missed.

Anara watched as Fenris sat downand fell asleep, then watched the other members of the party. Fenris's freinds, people she didn't know. There seemed to be some sort of ruckuss about the Altmer girl. Celia, wans't that how they were refering to her? Anara backed towards Fenris, trying to remain unnoticed. If they had such a objection to a friend possibly becoming a Werewolf, how would they respond to a actual one? And Fenris was asleep. If they responded violently, she was utterly helpless.

"I've...heard it can be controlled," she said at last, moving to follow Celia. "Thats why i was out here, why the others were. We were trying to controll it, learning how. away from anything we could hurt. Now they're dead. All dead." Anara lowered her gaze to the ground. "Percius, Ulfgar, Elhazan, all of them. Didn't mean anyone any harm either, just in the wrong place, at the wrong time. Like me."

"Ulfgar, he was the closest, i think he had some semblence of control, he was the big black one," Anara indicated the corpse of one Werewolf, a large muscular black one, cut vertically from the stomach to the throat.
"Obviously, he can't help now."

Celia sighed. "Niran, you can't come.... Who knows what I will do with this... disease you guys seem so worried about..."

Hearing another person coming over, she saw a female, green-eyed Nord. The Nord mentioned something about controlling, and told the sad tale about her werewolf companions.

Celia, saddened even more, came towards the Nord. "What are you talking about, Miss Nord? Are you saying there's a way... this disease can be controlled?" She glanced at Niran.

Niran became interested but first he told Celia

"I will follow you Celia, I don't care what you might do to me."

Then he turned to the strange lady

"What is it you speak of?"

"Yes, i am, though i'm not entirelly sure how well," Anara responded, pulling the bear skin she wore tighter around herself. "Ulfgar," she indicated the gutted black werewolf again, "Said he could, and he seemed to be able to, as far i could tell. But he said he was hardly any good, that there was one better than him."

"He said this better one lived in Balmora, and that he was a Khajiit," she said. "I know, a Khajiit Werewolf, its odd right? But he said it with such conviction. The Khajiit's name i think was V'anul."

Celia glanced down at the werewolf corpse. "That is very sad..." Her voice shook. "I am... sorry for your loss."

She turned towards the group. She said softly, eyes still watering, "But I can not let myself be swayed into taking the potion... I can't, I just, can't disobey... him." Hircine, the Hunter, she wanted to say, instead, but alll she could do was think his name. No matter how hard she tried, she could not speak his name out loud. It was as though someone was stopping her voice every time she tried.

She glanced at Niran, her eyes serious. "Niran, are you sure you would take such a risk?"

Niran put his hand on Celia's shoulder

"Of course." he said "We can go to Balmora."

(OOC: G'night, guys!)

Celia wiped her eyes with her skirt. "Thank you, then. You are a very good friend... though perhaps not a very wise one. But a brave one, yes." She smiled and squeezed Niran's hand.

She then turned to the others. "Well, if no one has any complaints, I will leave the group from now on, I guess..." She crouched down and gave Triel a tight hug. "Good-bye, Triel. I hope you will find a home, soon."

She stood up, picked up her cloth sack, and then started walking away from the group.

Jonacin watched as Niran and Celia walked away from the group. He would have tried to stop them, but he knew his words would go unheeded.

[quote=MerGirl]Celia glanced down at the werewolf corpse. "That is very sad..." Her voice shook. "I am... sorry for your loss."
[/quote]

"Its alright," Anara replied, managing to keep her voice even. "But i really do suggest that we get to Balmora, and seek out this V'anul, otherwise things could go downhill. Theres no telling if your potions and spells worked on everyone, potions can be faulty, not be what they're sold as, spells can fail. That, and I want to see him."

Fenris grumbled in his sleep, rolling onto his side. He was dreaming of running though a forest. For the first few moments of the dream he couldn't figure out why running felt so weird, then it came to him, he was on for legs.
There were others too, and they were going somewhere. They cleared the forest, entering a open flat plain.

There was a man in the middle, he wore naught but a loincloth, a pair of footwraps, and a animal-skull helmet. The skull-helmet was of a animal Fenris couldn't determine, and antlers jutted from it. The man had tan skin, and his muscles were thick and rippled with strength. The man twirled his spear.

"Soon, you, dog of Kynareth, will become my Hound..." he man said in a ominous voice. Fenris awoke, and got to his feet, shaking his head. He ran a guantleted hand through his red hair. "Just a dream," he muttered. When Celia began to walk off, he followed. "Hey, where ya going lass?" he asked. Anara followed after celia as well, staying behind Fenris, and not saying anything yet.

Niran followed Celia taking her hand in his

I just wish I could see into the future he thought as they walked together away from the group

(Good night Mergirl, I'll have to log off soon too)

Jonacin knew Serene would be upset at losing another three members of the group, but he also knew how badly she neeeded rest, so he left her sleeping

"Fenris, we're going to Balmora. Hopefully she can be cured there."

[quote=gamer10]"Fenris, we're going to Balmora. Hopefully she can be cured there."[/quote]
"Learn control," Anara corrected. "Cures, are something just as hard, if not harder to catch wind of," she continued. "Witches covens are said to be able to do it, but such do not exist in Morrowind. Damn Dark elves slaughtered them all."

Fenris grimaced. "I'm coming then, " he said. "Aint no way i'm letting you lot go off without me."

"Good Fenris, we will need your help. The road to Balmora may be dangerous." Niran said

Niran continued walking forward as the group got farther away.

Jonacin settled down beside Serene to get some sleep. The others were leaving, and there was no way for him to stop them. All he could do was wish them the best of luck

OOC: G'night all, it's 2:19am, time for sleep

Niran silently wished the rest of the group luck.

It was a long road ahead. He had never even thought that events would become this extreme when he followed them out of that little town.

(Good night, it's 8:21 P.M. here)

Celia blushed as Niran held her hand, but was relieved that she wasn't leaving alone. She will miss Jonacin and especially kind Serene. And mister Knight (Falx), Shakur and Sel, too. Oh, and Konrad, even if he was a bit of a brat... Her eyes began to tear as she remembered the other silly Dunmer, Arco and Osano, and the very nice Mazuk.

At least, mister Nord was coming. She was surprised he was, for he was the last person she expected to join her. He didn't really talk to her much.

"Thank you for coming, Niran, miss Nord and mister Nord..." she whispered.

Shakur was visited once again by the wolf that had infected him, but this time, it stood beside a great figure with antlers, that wore a brown robe. "You will sanctify our good name Red one. You will sail east and then south to the Odai and then to Balmora. You will kill the one who threatens the wild ones. The man who wishes our proud name and life style harm. You will confront him as a wolf, your true form. And don't try to deny your mission, the power has spread through your brain and lungs. Through your vains and muscles and into your heart. You will kill V'anul. He will not change our hunt" the figure looked deep within Shakur. He woke and turned the mast. "Ten hours of good winds and I'll be in Balmora before nightfall".

Niran noticed Celia's tears but she looked happy overall.
So he didn't say anything, but walked with her.

Clangor had watched the small fight unfold, though he was sad to see Celia go he did not want to be forced to kill her in defence. When they had stopped the arguement he toke his place following Sel.

OOC: I missed where everyone was going, can someone get me up to speed? :paperbag:

[quote=MerGirl]
"Thank you for coming, Niran, miss Nord and mister Nord..." she whispered.[/quote]

"No problem lass," Fenris said with a weary grin following Celia and Niran. Anara merely nodded, following after Fenris.

Damn your stubbornness, Celia. Sel thought. As much as he wanted to go with her, he didn't. She had enough protection with Niran, Fenris and his sister. Besides, he justified to himself, he didn't need to be around Niran.

He thought of tackling her and forcing the potion down her throat, but he knew he couldn't actually do it.

The vial dropped to the ground, its contents spilling onto the ground.

How the hell did I fall for a werewolf? he thought to himself bitterly. Werewolf or no, he had to say good-bye. He chased after the leaving group.

"Celia...." he couldn't think of anything to say. "Just-just take this." he said, putting his sister's amulet in her hand. He didn't wait for a reply, he merely walked back to the others.

"To Mournhold?" he asked in a shaky voice. He knew Serene was reading his mind, but found that he couldn't cover his true feelings with random thoughts as he had planned to do.

Shakur was becoming anxious and confused. He knew that he was a lycanthrope, but why did he so easily agree to this great man's orders? Shakur pulled ropes and moved the sail and mast in an attempt to gain speed. And yet, he didn't fully understand why he wanted to get there. It was if he was two people, and one of them had a secret agenda. Shakur kept moving ropes, until a rope and it's metal post hit him in the head.

"I am sorry I had to do what I did Red One, but I needed to talk to you" the figure rose high and tall, and walked to his side. "You are destined for great things, Red One, and so are your friends. You must beat them to the target. And that is where we will see where their alliances lie. With me, or with the prey" the figure spawned a were wolf, and said in a relaxed voice "You may train your claw and fang here if you like. Kill this fake were wolf for practice".

Celia watched sadly as Sel walked away back towards the group. She clutched the amulet Sel had given her, and hoped that, perhaps, one day when she could control the disease, she would meet the Dunmer again...

Suddenly, she had another vision of this Hircine. This time, she could see him clearly, and it seems he was beckoning her to come. Come where, she thought. His voice was soft, as if he was too far away. She could only catch a few words. "The hunt...start... in Balmora... Hurry... Fight of survival... way of life..."

Celia opened her eyes. She did not fully understand the message, except that she had to go to Balmora quickly, and that there was going to be a fight... for survival.

She took a deep breath and said aloud, "He wants us to go to Balmora, and quickly... Seems there is going to be fight of our survival or something of that sort." She held the amulet tightly once again, confused but determined to obey.

Niran looked at Celia strangely but kept his mouth shut, he didn't want to bother her with questions now. Maybe after they got to Balmora.

"How long do you estimate the journey to Balmora will take?" he asked trying to start a conversation to pass time.