Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20131228033942/@comment-11457306-20131231031446

Anwen also pulled up the cowl. Immediately she began to feel the transformation, her muscles expanding, muzzle extending, bones lengthening and course wolf hair sprouting from her skin. She threw back her head and howled, lifting hands that now bore long claws. Such raw power! She sprang after the horde.

Torene held the scroll which Daithi had returned, her anger abating somewhat. "That scroll will take you nowhere as it is now, Jack.  I must imprint it.  Where we go does not matter--only that it is far away from here.  As to meeting up with Makoru and Anwen--I can track Makoru now that he is not hidden away in Oblivion."

She turned to Raelynn and Paris. "As I said, you do not have to come.  Stay and fight.  Know, however, that only a fool would stand before Hircine himself and his hounds and witches.  You will be quickly overpowered.  Then you will be unable to stop the war.

As for myself--to defeat them I know I would need to kill Makoru. That I will not do. I will also not disobey his orders to keep myself safe."