Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20131228033942/@comment-12599067-20140101042133

Makoru shook his head in answer to Nahlgaaf and turned back to Anwen, studying her body language for any signs of insecurity or defensive precautions. After a long moment, he turned his attention back to the dark woods. "Hircine will return soon. With luck, we can get this over with soon," he dared to hope.

As if on cue, a towering form appeared from the forest opposite the group, bloody spear in hand. Hircine laughed deeply when he spotted the trio standing before his statue, the wargs that had been following scattering in all directions, most likely to return to the wilds. "I am surprised the new bloods have survived the hunt. Many of my greatest hounds fell during the battles that had ensued. Most impressive," he applauded, stepping over to the statue.

"The Scroll, my Lord. You promised us the Scroll," Makoru reminded the Daedra. "All in due time, Child. It is polite to appraise those who are strong or wise, and your friends have proven themselves to be both. Regardless, the cloaks have reverted to their mundane form, and will be of no further use to you. If you should want to embrace the power of the wolf, however, I am always accepting," the Daedra offered. "But for now, your prize."

Hircine threw his spear to the ground in front of him. The spear began to shorten and shine brighter in midair, until it hit the ground with a dull thud, having transformed into the Elder Scroll. "It is quite the reward, brave hunters. You have earned it. Use it well," the Daedra commanded. "Now begone. I have other things to deal with," he added, stepping back and melting into the shadows of the statue, at which point he spoke no more.

Makoru picked up the Scroll with a shiver, then turned to Anwen. "I do not want to touch the Scroll any more than I need to. That wretched thing has caused me more pain then I care to remember. If you could take it for me, I will be in your debt," he tried.