Thread: A Necromancer's Illusion ((Elder Scrolls, Charlie_Death & Shikokudarkstar))

The necromancers nor the bandits had even sense the incoming danger that was about to fall on them. They each carried out their usual routine of small talk or tormenting the only Dunmer simply because he is jumpy they gave up trying to figure out the deal with Morrowind. Those inside were unaware of the strange man outside their hideout that single handedly slaughtered their bandit counterparts nor how the man of the strange stature collapsed and morphed into a beast. Inside it was calm and buisness as usual at least until the door busted open startling everyone. Immediately they began to fight back, ice spikes and lighting flying across the main room towards the massive beast. The Dunmer grabbed ahold of his staff of fireballs too late and was yanked back by the large hands of the werewolf. He hollered and grabbed as his dagger only to be slammed in the ground hard enough to crack his skull. As the fierce beast turned towards the others they too continued to retreat backwards knowing full well that if they got too close they would fall victim as their jumpy companion. The vampire ran out from a side room at the sound of the yelling and thunderous roars of lighting striking the stone walls as the missed the fast beast. Immediately he resurrected the fallen Dunmer before chasing after the retreating necromancers. The Dunmer corpse rose slowly and clumsily before lifting the staff and following after his new master. The fight only lasted a few minutes longer although to those that were taking part had felt like it was much longer than that before they too died. Bodies and ashes were scattered about the entire fortress as the last survivor, the newest addition to the gang and mere novice ran for cover in a storage closet. The Imperial necromancer's chest heaved as she cowered behind the dresser she just barely managed to push against the door. She didn't know where she even found the strength to do so, perhaps it was the adrenaline rushing through her veins, or maybe it was the fear of dying. Whatever the cause she was grateful as she heard the werewolf dart its way past her hiding place. She had only been part of this group for almost two months and seeing her tutors and friends slaughtered was not what she had signed up for. She couldn't even concentrate enough to bring a single one back to fight when they were attacked and silently prayed that she wouldn't be the only one who survived the attack. Just before Gwinduin could even complete his incantation and cast the dark void appearing energy to enter the body before him his concentration was broken by shouting. The energry so controlled dispersed and was released. It wasn't uncommon for arguments to get heated amongst his gang, if you could call them that, but how loud they were was uncommon if not extremely annoying. He turned away from the table and walked away from the door in hopes to get away from the noise. Almost as if on cue the shouting in the distance went quiet and all that was left was heavy footsteps towards the door. Don't knock, don't knock, don't knock...' He chanted in his head before the door came crashing in. Who ever it was didn't knock but breaking the door set him into a fury. How many times do I have to-- Gwinduin stopped mid shout as a lycanthrope stood in the door. He pulled his hands up in a defensive position and watched as the beast reverted back to his true form. That wasn't the thing that frightened him into acting but that he grabbed a claymore and slammed it into the table severing his test subject in two and lodging the blade through the table. The Bosmer took a chance and cast a spell to calm the man beast before him. Luckily it worked and he just stood there and with the threat set aside Gwinduin got a good glimpse at him. He couldn't tell what he was, ears like an elf, body of a Nord and... was that a tail? Yes, it was. A tail swung lazily behind him and suddenly his rage to kill the one that disturbed him and capturing his soul dissipated. What are you? He walked towards him, keeping a distance and circled around to see the trail of fur that went up the man's spine, ignoring his nudity. Whatever he was he needed to be studied. He never knew that a Khajiit could breed outside their own race.