Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-10197675-20131124195016/@comment-24141785-20131125153220

Hircine appeared forcing the guards back.

Hircine: I've been waiting for you... Your time has come.

C'laro felt anger rush through him. He had red particles around him.

C'laro: Turn back.

Hircine: What makes you think I will?

C'laro used beserkers rage to create a shout tearing off the skin of Hircine.

Hircine: What have you done!

C'laro: There is a thing called anger... It helps me alot.

Hircine then exploded into a pile of fur. The guards stood back up and went to help C'laro.

Guard 1: Docter help us!

Guard medic: I can't... Its too serious.

Guard 4: Were really screwed.

Boethiah appeared to help C'laro.

Guard 4: Its a daedric prince!

Boethiah: Oh shut up... I'm here to help him you milkdrinkers.

Boethiah ordered her Cultists to guard the entrance.

Boethiah Cultists battled off the remaning werewolves.

Guard 1: How can you help him?

Boethiah: By the eight this is severe! It would take all the Daedra together to fix him up in this state.

C'laro: Your really doing this for a cat?

Boethiah: A cat I fell in love with yes.

Guard 2: You l-love him?

Boethiah: People keep asking me this question! Even the cultists are puzzled.

The cultists saw Eilonwyn and Nish come upstairs.

Cultist: Halt! Your not allowed in unless you have permission.