Celia shrugged. "I'm not sure myself, but I do not think it should be too far... We did went over the mountain border, after all..." She clutched her stomach, which was beginning to ache for some reason. Her head was also starting to throb. Oh, dear. This disease is really affecting me right now.

Niran looked down at Celia with a surprised look on his face

"Celia, whats the matter?" he asked seeing her facial expression change to one of pain.

Celia smiled weakly. "I just... don't feel very well, right now." She let go of her stomach. "But it's going away a little bit, so don't worry too much."

Konrad watched them leave slowly, then pondered. He had seen pictures of Balmora,he thought, so it woul be fun to check. He ran after them, his legs aching. "Uh...is there a chance I could come? I would like tosee Balmora."

Celia shook her head. "If you don't mind being escorted by two or three werewolf infected peoples...?" She glanced at the boy. "This is not a fun time for me. I'm only going to Balmora for an important reason, not to have fun, m'kay?"

Konrad carried on walking, speaking behind him. " I'm fine with the werewolf thing. I know this is serious but I....I just want to see Balmora. I feel like i am being drawn to it."

"Hey Konrad, don't blame me if you're eaten when your asleep." Niran said, trying to change everyone's mood with a joke.

Konrad looked back wide eyed at Niran, then walked so Niran was blocking him from Celia. "Yeah...funny."

Serene woke up with a srange feeling....Jonacin was lying beside her, his one arm around her, she stroke it gently. Then it occured to her what the strange feeling came from...the group had diminished even more...Konrad had also left as had Niran and Celia....

"Fools!" she muttered, "she knew that Celia didn´t take the potion, the remnants of the vial were glistening in the morning sun.

She hoped someone would know where they were at the moment, all the magic-drainage lately had distorted her sense of locations....

She yawned and laid down again , tight beside Jonacin...

Shakur awoke. He cold see the docks of Seyda Neen. "I'm almost at the destination of a target I don't understand".

Arco awoke again, he was once again strapped to the walls but with bigger and heavier chains. The dead bodies of the Nords comrads had been moved, only their blood was left, still fresh...

He could hear someone walking outside the wooden door, was Nords. Arco looked around, trying to find a way to escape but it looked like all hope was gone. His wounded chest kept pomping out small amounts of blood and his face had got some heavily beaten, looked like he was going to die from bleeding if he didn't find a way to escape...

Only if he could manage to send a telepathical message to Serene...

"It shouldn't take longer than a day," Anara said, "look," she pointed ahead. A small Dunmeri town, built in a Hlaalu like style, except it flew the banners of house Dres. "They might have a Mages Guild, we can probably get there by nightfall then." Fenris looked up into the sky, giant wasps flew through the sky, riden by Dunmer in Bonemold. Dres warriors, and their parrapton mounts.

"Just don't mess with the local guards, them wasps don't give up easy,"Fenris said. The group entered the town as three of the parraptons and their riders flew overhead.

Niran luaghed:

"Let's hope they don't mess with us. Or I'll be wanted for several more murders."

[quote=minque]"Fools!" she muttered, "she knew that Celia didn´t take the potion, the remnants of the vial were glistening in the morning sun.[/quote]

"Yes, fools." he whispered to himself as he put Triel down to sleep. He let Serene and Jonacin rest while he stood, watching his old companions turn into small dots on the horizon. He was soon watching the sunset, as his friends went far from sight...

Why didn't I make her take the potion when I had the chance? he thought to himself.

Something was amiss with Celia. The Celia he knew would never choose a disease over a little girl...

Jonacin awoke early in the morning. Serene was still asleep, and he got up carefully so he didn't wake her. He looked around, their group had gotten much smaller. If they came across any more large groups of demons or bandits, they could be in trouble

[quote=LoneWolf]Jonacin awoke early in the morning. Serene was still asleep, and he got up carefully so he didn't wake her. He looked around, their group had gotten much smaller. If they came across any more large groups of demons or bandits, they could be in trouble[/quote]

Sel greeted Jonacin.

"So, are we leaving, or should we go ahead and build a house on this damned mountain?" he asked, ready to get to Mournhold - there were plenty of drinks for him to down there.

"We should wait for the others to wake, then we need to start moving, fast" Jonacin replied. Having to leave their horses behind had definitely cost them, and all the constant interuptions while up the mountain had taken a lot of time which they could ill afford to lose

Sel shook Serene rather violently, as well as Mazuk and Clangor, disturbing their sleep.

"Now let's get moving." Sel said grimly as he picked up Triel and started towards Mournhold.

Jonacin didn't think that it was a smart idea just waking everyone like that, but he helped Serene up and started following Sel with her

Mazuk awoke from the violent shake and heard some say about "getting moving". He slowly got to his feet and looked around. Mazuk then said "What happened to the rest of the group" with a puzzled look.

Jonacin heard Mazuk ask where the others were. "They've all struck out on their own to seek help with their...........condition"

Mazuk said "oh ok", then rushes to catch up with the group. Mazuk then asked "where might we be heading".

"I think we're headed for Mournhold, and from there to Vvardenfell"

"They don't want help." Sel spat with contempt. "They want control over their power. If they really wanted help, they would have taken a potion."

"Yes, but be as it may, they are still seeking help - help to control their power, as you call it"

"It seems that's what everyone wants now." he said sadly. "Power."

"Ok then, have heard of the place just never been there"

Konrad entered a building slowly, the door creaking an interruptance. In the comparative silence it felt like a horde of the wasp creatures. He sat down on a comfotable chair next to an angry looking dunmer, then promplty fell asleep.

Serene stumbled beside Jonacin, not really awake, strange feeling still in her head.....then something broke through.....a feeling of utterly strong pain....not Serene´s.....someone elses....she whined and crouched

"Ahhhhhrgh"....



"Suddenly she realised what it was..it was a cry for help.......and she also knew who was crying for help in her mind...


"Arco!!!..He´s in trouble," Serene yelled out and stopped, "He´s locked up somewhere, hurt badly hurt!, we have to help him"

Jonacin held Serene by the shoulders, supporting her. "Where is he Serene? Do you know?" he asked her

Sel stopped and turned around to regard Serene.

So much for a drink...

"He can't be too far." Sel reasoned. "A day, at most, I would guess...but which way did he go?"

Six Hours... Six Hours was how long Falx believed he had been trapped in this.. makeshift coffin. After the initial shock, Falx steadied his breathing and calmed his stressed nerves so as not to condition a premature death.

The next several hours he used in preperation of lifting the several hundreds of pounds that lay atop of him...

Falx shoved as possibly hard as he could at the planks over him, grunting and straining himself to his max.

"ARGHHH!!!" The weight was getting unbarable but he knew he was making progress, for he MUST make progress.

A bead of light trickled through the first of the cracks, and then making its way for several more precious inches. With a final heave Falx threw off the remaining planks and sat up in his shallow grave.

The little sunlight fluttering around him savagly burned his uncovered eyes, causing him to sheild them as though the sun came to attack. Like a madman, Falx stumbled out of the hole, abandoning his gear, and felt the cold, fresh snow that lay in abundance.

He set off to the south, or for better, away from the sun...

[quote=Dantrag]Sel stopped and turned around to regard Serene.

So much for a drink...

"He can't be too far." Sel reasoned. "A day, at most, I would guess...but which way did he go?"[/quote]

"A dark place...uuuhhhhh.....aahhrrrgghh, a cave perhaps, but he´s hurt he can´t bear it much longer," Serene bent forward crying with pain....yet not her own..


"Must concentrate to get in mental contact with Arco", she thought, "must concentrate, but the pain is almost umbearable"

Shakur took the silt strider to Balmora. The sun was about three hours from going down. He walked down the stairs awkwardly, his spine was straightening and his leg bones were slowly widening. He was becoming what he didn't understand. Shakur started walking, looking for a sign or a friendly face. He saw only one. Hedivile, his wife.

Shakur walked towards her, he started crying. "I'm not myself an... I, don't stay here. Leave. It's to painful to explain" Hedivile looked at him scared. She knew something was more than wrong. "Shakur, you must tell me what is wrong. you were early coming back and you are in obvious pain. What is going on?". Shakur looked to his left and his right. he leaned toward her and spoke "I am turning into, a... werewolf. And, I'm turning tonight and I have to do something for... someone and I don't want you involved". Hedivile was saddened and angry. "Shakur, you're scaring me an..." Shakur interupted "It'll get alot scarier if you don't leave. I know someone who can help. Just, promise you will lock the doors and arm yourself".

Shakur hugged her, and then walked away. He walked to a local dunmer and said "Hello, do you know where V'anul lives? I'm a friend of a friend" The Dunmer spoke "You're standing infront of it". Shakur walked to the door and knocked.

The door opened, a Khajiit of unusual height and width opened it. The Khajiit was built like a nord, wide and tall, and its' fur was a orange with black tiger striping. Its had also took on a very tiger like apearance, and it looked down on the redguard with greenish yellow eyes. "What is it?" the Khajiit rumbled i na deep voice. V'anul didn't particulary get many vistors, or like many people. And coming just before nightfall particulary annoyed him. He could already feel the aches setting in.

Sel stood, watching Serene, not sure of what he could do to help her in her pain.

"What do you see?" he pressed, hoping someone would recognize some sort of landmark and know where he was.

[quote=Dantrag]Sel stood, watching Serene, not sure of what he could do to help her in her pain.

"What do you see?" he pressed, hoping someone would recognize some sort of landmark and know where he was.[/quote]


Serene concentrated..

"I see.....three mountains, small, near a village.....an opening, very dark,...ohhh pain is oozing out"

She bent over again, mentally shouting:"Arcoooooo!"

"Thre small mountains? He must be east of Maar Mok" Jonacin said when Serene told them what she saw.
"Are you alright Serene? Don't push yourself, we don't want you to get hurt" he said to her, concern in his voice

[quote=LoneWolf]"Thre small mountains? He must be east of Maar Mok" Jonacin said when Serene told them what she saw.
"Are you alright Serene? Don't push yourself, we don't want you to get hurt" he said to her, concern in his voice[/quote]

"Oh then we must hurry there Jonacin" she responded very happy Jonacin apparently knew the place, "We must save Arco, I know he´s in terrible pain, also he cannot move and that scares me, so come with me darling we must hurry"

Serene took Jonacin´s hand and started walking east...

OOC: Uh Niran, only Shakur is with V'anul, you guys are in the mages guild I believe.

IC: "Umm, we might want to talk for a few minutes before you turn" Shakur's lip started to shiver and aches were starting in his legs, arms and back. He was fighting his natural urge to kill V'anul. A million thoughts ran through his head. What will happen if I kill him now? Would the figure allow it? Is he stronger than me? Will someone catch me? Will I kill more than one person? Does he have a family? But none of it mattered. He would obey.

Niran, who was not a very skilled magic user found this place strange. Especially when a Dark Elf accidetally sent a fireball over his head.

"Look out Imperial, watch where your going."

What an idiot, how in the world could he have done that on accident, Niran thought but kept to himself.

(OOC: Yeah the mages guild, time to loot stuff. )

Celia's stomach aches started again, and she hissed at the pain. She bit her lip, feeling a headache coming on. "So, what was the name of the Khajiit again...?"

A large, muscular orange Khajiit with black stripes came into her vision. He seemed to growling at somebody, but Celia could only see the person's silhouette, so she couldn't tell who that sombody was. The yellow-green eyes seemed to pierce right through her, a savage and wild.

Then she came face-to-face with the skull-masked man. "The fight for survival... begins..." He whispers.

As the vision faded, Celia glanced at Fenris and his sister. "Oh, I think I had a vision of him... Big fella." She smiled, but then grew serious. "But I think we better hurry... It's almost nightfall."

Niran looked sharply at Celia,

"I really need to know what's the matter Celia. The reason I came with is to help you, so you need to tell me."

Then he said

"Yes,a much faster pace would be better." he let go of Celia's hand

"I can run for a while, who's up to it?"


(OOC: Where are we?)

(OOC: I'm not sure if we're in the mage's guild or just outside of it...)

To Niran's question, she answered, "Well, I've been having visions... again. I've been having visions since my visions of the dragon and the mage... And...Well, I have to obey someone in my visions... I wish I could tell you more, but he will not let me speak his name..."

She paused and sighed. "Well, right now, we'll have to find this Khajiit person and ask him for his advice..."

Niran shook his head to Celia's answer, he didn't really understand.

He faced forward as they walked, keeping silent.

(OOC: We can be right outside it. )

Sel followed the rest of the group to the east. Sort of. He was staying far behind, to the side, or even ahead of the group, quiet as an assassin. He doubted anyone but Jonacin knew he was there. His excuse being that he 'wanted to be aware of any enemies' and that 'nobody would be sneaking up on them again like the werewolves did', but the real reason was that he had noticed tracks.

The majority of the werewolves had fled east. He wanted revenge on those lycanthrope bastards.

One, two, three, steps I take. Four, five, six, steps I take. Seven, eight, nine steps I take... he thought to cover up everything else in his head. Hopefully Serene would be at least hindered in reading his mind. Other times, he would replay sparring matches in his head, other times he would solve simple math problems. One hour of privacy in his mind - he hoped.

Mazuk follows and keeps an eye out for anything could happen.

Even though Serene was totally focussed in trying to keep track on Arco, his condition and whereabouts, she could feel the presence of Sel from behind, his effort to hinder her from reading his mind. That surprised her a bit, she never forced herself into anyone´s mind unless it was necessary, now how could Sel know that? so she though of telling him not to worry.....

"Sel," she turned around, spoke in a low but clear voice, "I will not read your thought unless you allow me to, with a gaze or some other sign" You do not have to worry. I´m not that evil"

Then she continued tracking Arco


"Ouucch, the cry in agony in her head made her hurry even more....eastwards"

Sel heard Serene, but was still a little paranoid. He forgot all about it when the tracks veered northeast. He followed the tracks to a small cave, marking trees with his dagger as he passed them so he could find his way back and catch up to the others.

He poked his head in.

"Hello, I am but a weary traveller passing through. Might I share your shelter?" he asked innocently.

He was invited into the cave by a group of ten people.

"So, are you all travellers like me, or do you live here?" Sel asked.

"A little bit of both." one replied. "But you cannot stay here. You have to leave by nightfall."

Sel dropped all appearances. "You've already attacked me at night."

"Hurry! Take this potion! Before Hircine sends you visions and persuades you to embrace the disease." one exclaimed.

Sel thought for a second, remembering that Celia couldn't tell them who had told her what to do...

"It hasn't been three days, yet." Sel said, before running out of the cave back to the others.

He grabbed Serene. "Hircine...was...manipulating...hasn't....been three days." he stammered.

"Sel, slow down. What do you mean?"