Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20131228033942/@comment-12599067-20131230225323

Jack looked back at her like she was mad, but she had accidentally pushed him forward and now Hircine was looking down at him expectantly. "We... uh..." he stuttered, taking a moment to regain his voice. "We've come to reclaim the Elder Scroll that Makoru gave to you. We need it to save the people of Tamriel from another war as well as the King of Worms," he summed up. "What makes you worthy? None of you have proven yourself to me or my coven, save my own Child," Hircine argued.

Jack swallowed. "We... um, we..." he began desperately racking his brain for an argument of his own. Makoru silenced him and stepped forward. "My Lord, we may not have proved ourselves to you, but I assure you they can," he promised. Hircine looked over the party and snorted. "These people are not wolf-kin for a reason. They are weak and foolish, like the sheep they are. Still, I grow bored. Perhaps a hunt is in order," he said, taking a moment to think. "Yes, a hunt! Tonight, we shall hunt the mortal prey like the swine they are!" he exclaimed, much to the delight of the hunstmen, wargs, and witches. Makoru and Jack paled simultaneously.

"Now, my delicate little playthings, I offer you a choice. Join my hunt, and you shall live as the skinwalkers do, as a perfect being! Decline my offer, and you may escape this once, but when the hunt commences, you will not be spared. Either way, if you can prove yourself to me by surviving the hunt, you shall win your Scroll. It is of little use to me anyways. Make your choice," Hircine commanded.