Regina
Winds howled about the cold hinterlands that traversed along the Voldur Peaks, a murky figure drifted along the desolate and harsh lands that were unwelcoming to everyone, resembling a crepuscular hyena lightly emaciated, the person was clearly starved.
German
*The twilight has dawned, it is progressively getting harder for me to control these insatiable urges, letting them out will only result in a grisly consequence for the ones that surround us in the dark* Avram scratched his slender face in a continuous motion without any relent, his eyes were turning shot red. He was lightly emaciated, his gums were turning blue, looking up and as far as his persistence of vision could let him, he saw his shed. He dragged on his cloak moved through the foot deep ice gathering enough strength to move on grasping tightly onto consciousness.

Letting out light grunts as he continued precariously. He was not struggling due to being starved, he was struggling because there was a lunar eclipse struggling to gain dominance over the primal state of self, it wasn't very well recorded on how Lycanthropic Transformations took place during a "Lunar Eclipse" So to say.

As he slowly drifted along the ice, finally reaching the shed he flailed over the shed bearers, there was a slight smile over his face *I have gained fluent control over Lunar Empowerment* But the smile faded away, as his mind started to go blank, it could be because of exhaustion or.. Avram could've finally lost control which was a comparatively better assumption.

A second of extreme exhaustion was overturned by a heightened feeling of dopamine spike, Avram faced up with his arms hoisted to his sides letting out a barbarous wail, a coarse trail of pelage grew out of his chest followed by an appendage that grew out of his hip.

His muscles tightened adjusting to the overly grown skeletal structure, his muscles rippled over his skeleton creating an elephantine body frame that towered over the shed itself touching almost 10 feet in length, his jaw tapered out of his skull.

There stood, the colossal figure that was formerly, Avram. Saliva oozed down it's jaw, the lycan stood on it's lean/spindly while musclar legs.

Everything went black, the next moment Avram laid in his bed wheezing execrably, as he sat up in a swift motion not being able to feel his legs his body was covered in a fleece blanket which dribbled in thin streams of blood it exuded a malodourous stench.

He inspected the room in a saccadic eye movement, registering the acutely distressing details that surrounded him. There was no door, There was no cabinet besides his bed, His almirah was gone.

Avram instinctively started to grind his teeth together as his hands started to scratch overhead, he was starting to process the intricate details which lay underneath the tetchy fate that faced him.

This realization was annoying, he couldn't have lost to a bunch of hooligans who robbed people.. Surely they weren't only some hooligans? Maybe they were skilled in their craft, he was vulnerable to the lunar empowerment after-all they could've used his cretinous ferocity against him maybe trapped him or something?

Avram interrupted the inner monologue, as he moved the fleece blanket throwing it across the room. His legs were severed, *Fuck.* It was going to take time to regenerate the severed limbs.

He took a deep breath, setting his head on the sham facing the ceiling. They surely could not have butchered him during his transformation, that would've not made any sense, *Worthy Opponents* A grin was plastered over over his face.

A hour later, his legs were fully revitalized standing up adjusting to the new limbs ,stretching himself. He moved along the path that stretched along the room passing the door that was no more. He exited the shed, forgetting everything that had taken place, *What a pleasant day* Cold winds blew over the shed, a ephemeral sense of harmony was evident as the horizon arose from the white expanse of the frigid snow.

This passed quickly, as he looked at his feet which were sunken in the foot imprints of his lycanthropic form the irascible nature of the scene was quick to be replaced by the continuation of prior scenes, horror.

*Fucking hell* He raked his fingers along his coarse black hair, *50 Fucking years worth of research gone overnight, they are gonna die whoever did this* His teeth were pressed tightly against each other as his fist's grip tightened over.

He looked besides his shoulder, onto an empty plot which had visible vegetation, the building that was on it had vanished and was seemingly of high importance to Avram. A few seconds later he realized the lack of clothing, he had no robes that covered his body. *Shi..* He ran back inside.
Regina
Just saying I am gonna be moving on from this channel soon enough, gonna go on an expedition to find the thieves.

No you can start whever you want.
Donna
🩷 neat I'll get something up after work
German
After having had multiple fits of rage. He stood up to keep the parchment of paper he was scribbling on, to the lamp table. He had an erratic look on his face not being able to fully process what had happened to his house. It was clear that he was a prideful man with an un-wavering and resolute belief in his strength.

Letting out a conceited laugh, *Ah, whatever* , turning over facing the bed he placed his hands underneath the Bed's frame ripping the bed off the floor, an obscure tunnel right underneath the torn floor was revealed .

Sliding down the passage it lead him to a bunker which was almost 15 feet underneath the surface level.

*Here we are.*, Avram arose *This is the mighty collection of my sins, here we have some exploits I shan't ever forget.* He meandered over towards the corner of the room. 

 The room was pitch black, slight reflections of light fell on the opaque surface of the bunker slightly illuminating the environment, a briefcase was placed were Avram stood. 

He bent over to grab the briefcase, towing it over to his shoulders as he moved over to the entrance.

Before leaping out of the bunker, he looked back at the room **An eerie pause**... He was rendered motionless, after a fleeting moment he turned over facing the entrance. The next second he leaped out of the bunker midst of his flight he slashed the entrance to the bunker blocking its pathway as debris fell down the path he traversed.
Tammy
She had been tracking the scent of moon tinged bestial madness for two days, drawn to it like a moth to a flame, or like one of one of the countless maidens in her fabled stories; drawn by some proverbial promise of adventure, or at the very least, the promise of being swept off her feet by some dashing hero for a long evening of passionate carnal indulgence. Either was quite possible given her current circumstances. Regardless she had tracked the thing to it's lair, a strange somewhat unassuming shed. The vampire paused, swaying slightly in the frigid air, absently wrapping the fur lined cloak tighter around herself as if that would to any good, closing scarlet eyes Nazerene sniffed the air. The strong heady reek of primal bestial fury, mixing with the sharp reek of old yellow sweat, old ink, parchment, and under it all the crimson iron smell of dried blood, it was this last that roused her hunger as she slid inside the dark shed. Ah, much better, cool dark shadows that hid nothing from her gaze. Spotting something of interest, beyond the very obvious hole in the floor, she bent and gingerly raised a piece of parchment to her crimson eyes. Nazerene stared at it, was absorbed by it, and couldn't make a lick of sense out of any of it. Even if she had been able to read she'd still probably be unable to decode the pages secrets. Letters ran all over the page to her eyes in a random rivers of ink, and she very much wondered what epic hidden adventure the page held locked behind it's dark ink. A romantic tale of lovers perhaps? A fable on the virtues of loving thy neighbor perhaps? A letter to a loved one who had died in war? Something more devilishly risque? What secrets indeed. Yes there was still the matter of the hole in the floor and the hunt for the beast... But on the other hand... The secrets of the page
German
*Ah this smell, it's quite grotesque* Avram continued on with fervour, but he was halted in his tracks by what smelled like blood, he was surrounded by a murderous aura.

He grinded his teeth down, Who could it be he wondered should he go back down to the shed. NO that would only cause him more trouble climbing up the cliff again, he was in an internal conflict. Could it be... Could this person be his direly seeked nemesis.

Letting out a sigh, fog formed over his hands as he clenched them further. 

He took an investigatory glance at the woods before he phased past the snow covered crevices, into the deep embrace of the Woods this was a perfect set up.

He managed his way through, stopping momentarily at each tree which was in his way, he was evidently carving runic script onto the barks of each tree he came across.

Creating a network of planar enchantments which encompassed over 100 metres each side, he stood right there in between as bait.

 *My disillusionment charm should give me enough time to capture whoever this is.*

He proceeded to leap over a tree, hanging over one of it's branches looking down straight at the ground, as he hanged over the branch like a true nocturnal beast.
Tammy
Time ground on rushing by as rivers of moments in her endless now. How long had she been here trying to tease the story hidden locked behind ink. Days? Weeks? Centuries? Mere moments? In the end it didn't matter. The only constants to the vampire were the twin sensations of gentle warmth of the sun walkers tattoo seared into the flesh of her lower back, and the blessed silver locket tormenting her very being even as it burned her skin.

A scent brought her out of her internal speculations, *The* Scent, the one she had been hunting for several days. The reek of wolves musk tinged by blood and primal lunar rage. Nazerene gently and oh so carefully folded the piece of parchment into a nest careful square, before carefully adding it into her pack. She then tied her long sin black hair into a single simple braid with the bit of violet ribbon. Then she was off following the scent until it became stronger, ever growing until it buried all other scents in the sea of its own reeking musk. The very idea of walking right into a trap never crossed her mind, or that the thing she was hunting was even smart enough to know how to trap her. Reaching the stop where the scent was thickest, Nazerene came to an halt. Crimson eyes closing she was listening, listen for song of the heart as it beat like a caged bird...
German
The abomination sat atop the bending branch of a coniferous tree, He gazed down from atop opening his eyes, which made a squelching noise.

The scene was unhallowed, it seemed like the forest closed in towards the center. The wolf's eyes gleamed from the dark looking.., the disillusionment charm pronounced the effects of the diabolical situation.

The temperature spiked went through the ceiling, which shouldn't have happened in such a region of Eularia, any living organism within the local vicinity could feel the intense rage emanating from the forest.

Soon upon it all went silent, the beast instantly appeared right in-front of the intruder, in those ephemeral moments the beast towered over the vampire standing in all its glory and fiery rage.

*Bow down, you seem to not know who's presence you are in.*

His stare was cast all upon, the vampire.
Tammy
Warmth, blessed warmth were one of the first sensations that pricked at the undead, most would no doubt be alarmed at the oppressive heat, but Nazerene was not most people, in fact she quite liked the change in temperature and actually spent a few scant moments luxuriating in, pleasant to her, coziness of the sensation. Finally the vampire opened her eyes, openly admiring the sudden change in ambiance, the peaceful dead stillness the thick gloom that suddenly hung around her. Like a scene from a particularly dark trist of a novel, or old fable meant to impart some important moral lessons into the misbehaving youths. And Nazerene smiled, even as the beast itself appeared before her. 

A genuine smile. This was just like the stories! A frightening beast of a creature towering above her demanding she submit to its no doubt primal advances and urges. It was all so exciting, and she clapped her hands together, as though this were all some very well put together tavern puppet show. 

Nazerene wouldn't kneel of course, kneeling were for lesser creatures and thralls, and she was far to heartbreakingly beautiful to kneel to some beast let alone a man of all things, the very idea was utter foolishness

Taking a single step back, she looked up at the creature, openly sizing him like one would examine a a trust up slaughtered mutton, although perhaps degenerately admiring him like some debased and ravenous city tartlet would have been a better choice of words. Nazerene wasn't the least bit frightened, she was after all a vampire and had lived probably king before this beast of fang and claws was a spark in his father's face. Upon proclaiming that she had no idea what she was dealing with, well... He was probably correct but she was if not anything over confident in her precision and fighting experience. Besides there was some distant primal part of her that was clawing for a chance at a fight with this beast, a strange urge to claw, bite, and rend scarlet flesh, to taste the creatures carmine delights, for when one came right down to it, they were two lunar bound creatures that haunted the dark spaces of humanities bloodiest nightmares. "Well that's where you are wrong!" She shot back and produced a rolled up piece of scrollwork from her pack, the fact she was even allowed to do this without the thing taking her head off, never once entered her mind. Anyway, the vampire produced a wanted poster of all things for what almost looked like a farmers meager attempt at describing what Avram Albesu beast form looked like, though with a obvious embellishments to make him seem more frightening, and the reward itself was ... Quite low a few scant coins, not even enough for single meal of bread and cheese. 

Nazerene had taken it from the corpse of a wayward lone traveler, a self proclaimed monster hunter, after she had her fun with him, though he had been a woefully poor storyteller, which of course Nazerene could never abide. She did in fact do the world a favor with that death. Triumphantly she brandished the poorly drawn parchment at him for a few seconds openly stating she did in fact know what she was up against and he was rather rude to tell her otherwise.
German
Avram's face immediately dropped to a grimace, it was almost cartoonish. He stood there having had glanced at the parchment that was hoisted over at some distance for him.

He felt quite the irreverence when a lesser creature.. Or so he thought so looked at him like he was some extraneous lunar waste. . . 

He had no intention to fight if a fight wasn't necessary but he was still curious as the blood lust the vampire extrapolated was unknown.

She was empty, a simple vessel overflowing with overt lascivious desires she seeked something that the werewolf did not have, he simply gave the creature a pitiful look.

She looked pale white, almost chalky. She had a thin womanly appearance, The werewolf was astounded at how such a small creature who seemed basically on the verge of death could emit such strong bloodlust and extravagance in their walk.

It was almost extraordinary, but nothing the werewolf hadn't seen before. He had injected himself with all kinds of drugs and potions over the span of 50 years, his body was glacial. 

He had achieved perfection in technique, he had an overwhelming sense and control over his body being able to feel every single muscle fiber throbbing in and about.

*You seem to be quite rebellious *

His joints popped back into place, as the overgrown skeleton restructured itself into a smaller frame. He shed the hair that was grown all over his body. 

*If you came for my bounty, which is well not up to par as I'd say, you have made an error in your judgement... You are really in the loss here and I don't see you going back in one piece if you daresay fight me with your almost ghastly figure.*

He was considerably small now, and way more slimmer but still stood at a reasonable height.
Tammy
Nazerene's brow furrowed as the werewolf spoke, he had a look in his eyes that she couldn't quite place, it wasn't fear, fear she knew and knew well, or even adoration which was another emotion she knew. No the look that seared what little remain of her own scarlet soul was something entirely different, something she couldn't quite figure, so she reacted in the only way she knew how. In anger. 
"And you fill the world with too much sound," She bristled in response to him calling her 'rebellious,' it was meant to be as much of an insult as it was a way to kill that unknown feeling that cut so deeply at her soul. The vampire began to circle the werewolf, in the traditional way her kind sized an opponent up prior to combat. Nazerene had never stepped foot into a nest of vampires, but if she had, these same graceful predatory would have observed, but to her they felt nature and right. And they had the added bonus of breaking eye contact with the beast so that she could no longer suffer under his uncomfortable stare. 
"And what could you offer me in exchange for not offering your bestial severed head up for bounty?" She finally asked after some time of icy silence. Nazerene, who was, by her very nature as bloodthirsty as any night creature very rarely shied away from violence and bloodshed, but something caused her to, at least for the moment deny herself the thrill and sanguine delights on offer. Oh she still kill him if given a reason, but she at least wanted to hear what he had to say, if only because he was in fact the first and possibly only intelligent werewolf she had encountered in all the long years of her unlife.
German
Avram gazed towards the deep abyss of the forest, he did not move as the Vampire continued to size him up he was quite disgusted at how it crawled around him, he had an instantaneous grimace plastered all over his face. 

*I have nothing you want, and I have nothing I can give to the likes of you* He did not shy away from battle, but was still struck with the feeling of haste it had already been half a day since the **Incident**.

*But I do have something to ask you.* After a little pause as He'd adjust his cloak moving around to confront the vampire. *I am sure you wouldn't know anything about the incident over at the shed that you've passed by or been to?*.

He wondered if the vampire, had been to his shed, He was sure that the vampire had investigated him. The vampire could come to Avram's use, *Well, if you haven't the answers to my questions you can try at my beastial head*, a smirk took over his face as He'd visualize the agony that he could inflict unto the undead without killing it, he could even maybe take it's head as one of his trophies or maybe research it. He pondered on the choices he had.

*That is rather interesting I haven't had any humans wander close to my shed in 3 decades*

Could it be, he pondered upon the unrealistic possibility, a human couldn't have taken him on unless he was a Made Knight or maybe an archmage but in that case he wouldn't have been standing in the deep embrace of this forest, he would've probably been dead in the darkest abyss.

*I don't see a possibility of a great knight or an archmage travelling through the middle of nowhere, and I assuredly have done no harm enough to attract attentions from such considerable forces surrounding my humble dwelling.*

Avram looked back at the vampire, his eyes gleamed onwards in the direction of the parchment held by it.

*How are you in the possession of that wanted poster anyways? I've been long since forgotten by the local law enforcements, I've escaped from the shade of imperial rulers. It's almost been seventy years since I've seen a person from the inland.*

He'd continue, *Tell me more about this human stench you came across my shed*.

He stood firmly and upright, clenching his fist, as his eyes beamed over the vampire, he was already repulsed of the strong vampirely stench that rapaciously surrounded him. He held in his fury the idea of a vampire within near vicinity would've had him perturbed enough, his near condemnatory stance would've given the vampire a signal of hostility.
Tammy
The vampire blinked crimson eyes at him in a clear display of mild confusion as he spoke about not being in contact with the children of man for at least three decades. Now, Nazerene very obviously hadn't the faintest idea what a decade was, let alone 3 of them, as she herself had long since dwelt in a singularity of endless night, an endless now whose only variations were the change in temperature and the taste of sweet scarlet, and in truth she had long since stopped counting the years, for her there was only a single now in which she moved and danced through. 
"Perchance it could have been a marry band of brigands for these mountains offer many a place to hide from judgment's hot hammer," She suggested, tastefully leaving out the fact she herself was currently being hunted by a band of vampire hunters.

Nazerene shrugged at his inquiry as to how exactly she ended up with a wanted poster for him, "Fairly simple, I fell upon a lone hunter of monsters some time ago and took from him boon and bounty, thy own painted likeness among his treasures," She stated as though it were the most natural thing in the world to so conversationally speak of murdering some lone adventurer who had wondered too close to her home, add to it that upon closer inspection of the wanted poster, one would clearly see it was quite old, yellowed and crumbling around the edges, it was in fact aged a good 64 years. Nazerene had long since stopped her predatory act of circling. "He tasted of warm spices and woodsmoke," She added "Though had he been of more the feminine persuasion I might have had other uses for such a one, ah but alas," She said, seemingly at her ease in spite of the clear ocean of stimuli coming off the moon beast that bespoke of fury and hot wet primal rage

"Mmm I know it wasn't alone," She purred, with almost cat-like playfulness to her words, " And it appears to have stepped on a nail," She added almost like an after thought as she closed her eyes and breathed deep of the world around them, snow, tree bark, the heavy thick clawing animal reek of this moon beast that almost overshadowed the world. Yet, under it all so faint she almost missed it, there it was, "And it's foot appears to be infected," She finally said opening her eyes to stare up at him with clear mischief in her carmine gaze as she added "A new choice I will give thee, allow me to join you on this hunt, their lives and glimmering trinkets in payment for your own," She offered, stroking the serrated edge of her whip with pale fingers, the other option while clear remained unspoken, and who could say perhaps by the end of it all Nazerene may very well be in a mood to actually allow him to live, depending on how much amusement she could wring from this new situation.
German
He stood there in a bliss as the melody of words were iterated in his ears, he liked making dots connect. *You think a brigand may have wandered around a moon beast's shed?*, He gave of a little chuckle, he had made sure tie up loose ends, *I had placed enchantments near my shed, no mere human would've able able to detect the presence of my shed*. 

While he did rampage overnight, it could have caused quite a commotion up in hills which wouldn't have been that unusual for the humans that dwell near the valley, it's often they hear blood-curdling howls.

Either ways , it is still a possibility as he hadn't been out of his shed in quite some years, but there was a vague familiar taste that lay strewn on his tongue. The taste of iron that he knew very well, this was familiar and hit close to home. *It could be, criminal brigands around these regions do have some wretched lads.*

He was struck with overt confusion, the zombie to him seemed quite exuberant when it came to adventure, for him this excitement could go either ways, He would have to choose wisely in order to play this situation out. Avram wasn't invested enough to fight it anymore; he did not plan on inflicting debility unto himself that would only delay him further.

*Well, I will let you follow me but that is it, you are on your own I will not help you under any unconversant conditions. *
*And on another note if you do disrupt this journey of mine further I will without any hesitation or a second thought, separate your tiny head from your petite body .*

He'd move around, clearing the dust that lay settled on his belongings proceeding to swing it round his shoulder. *Also, what **Other** Man are you talking about?*. He'd say this looking over his shoulder, further continuing to leap forth dashing in a continuous string of movements.
Tammy
"Sounds delightful," Nazerene said, as the unlikely pair began to set off toward whatever fate awaited them, though in truth Nazerene herself hadn't fought anything more challenging then some lowly misguided heroes sent to slay the evil vampire, so this was bound to be quite the gore splattered treat for her. For her part, Nazerene ignored the death threat as her new wolfish companion set off ahead of her, had he glanced back in her direction he might have seen her pause long enough to stick her tongue out at him as she herself darted off to catch up with him. "It wasn't just your foul musk I caught a whiff of, besides brigands usually travel in a flock," She said, easily keeping pace with him now, as she darted beside in with unearthly grace, "Or are you afraid you can't handle yourself in a fight?" She pondered, her sin black hair tied tastefully into a braid screaming out behind her "But I do hope your friends are ... Interesting, and of course barring that then at least somewhat tasty" She added as she casually sniffed at the air to make sure she still had the one scent she was interested in over all the others. The vampire herself was clearly eager for whatever confrontation was coming.
German
The figure moved quite fast, with consecutive steps left after-images. He was quite impressed for the vampire managed to keep up with him. He sped up, *A foul musk, and as you said they travel in flocks.* He pondered, recollecting the particulars of the nearest dwellings. 

*Rouguemount is out of question we will not be messing with the dwarven. I doubt we'd even be able to, their suzerain is also quite insistent on not letting outsiders in. Well, that would leave us with Bracklewhyte and White Water Springs. I say we try to look for them at White Water Springs.*

Infact, this would be a good choice bracklewhyte is full of dwarven warriors. He could potentially want to get rid of the vampire and let it wander off into the dwarven encampment. 

*You can check out bracklewhyte, I see how they would want to mislead us into thinking otherwise, even though I suggest you don't mess with the dwarven.* He'd grapple his fleece sack bringing it forth, reaching his hand inside the bag rummaging through it.

He'd pull forth a polished obsidian vial, now coming to a halt. *Take this, if you do come across the dwarven and engage them in battle you'd probably need this. Bracklewhyte is full of maestros I don't see how you could beat them with your current strength.* He'd hand the vial over, *It is important you keep this close, it is well suited for you this potion is often used by necromancers to strengthen their summons.*

This potion wasn't a usual potion, the fact it was suited for a necromancer's summon the undead made it quite strong. It couldn't be taken by humans or any other known species who were **Alive** The strength of this potion lies in it's abnormal mana surge, the fundamental element which lies in every

In every being. If let's say a human was to ingest this "Potion" He/she would simply implode from the overdose of mana and this is why an inferior version of this potion was created to mask it's greater effects and to enhance the normal strength of a caster or a warrior. It would do injustice to call this a potion at-all.

Let's call it concentrated liquefied mana, something to note here is that the obsidian vial which acts as a perfect wall to shield the overwhelming strength which it theoretically exudes by the sheer volume of it present in the vial.

*Well even necromancers aren't able to use this potion efficiently, they are not able to feel the power first hand and are bad at judgement while you are conscious.. A conscious undead* Avram would chuckle nervously following this by a sigh. *You could potentially dominate blood-mages dare I say with this absolutely ridiculous power, but there are side-effects, you could die, your vessel could simply just explode, or you could harness this power properly for approximately 2 minutes even though after it is over I don't see you waking up for atleast 30-50 years as an upper limit.*

*Mind you , I also added a little twist in this potion so I suggest you don't try it against me.* This was a blatant lie, but with the vampires clear social inability he highly doubted that it could even point out white lies sidelining a well made lie for another day.
Tammy
In truth, Nazerene did not in any way remotely understand what he was talking about, mostly due to her being even more of social recluse then perhaps he himself, the names and places of things going right over her head, though she did in fact do her best to nod along in all the right places. Wrinkling her nose at the mention of dwarfs "The dwarvenkin art naught good for much, violent mule headed cretans they are," She chided with perhaps unanticipated hostility "Almost as useless as their cavern dwelling goblin bitter blood tasting kin!" Though to her credit her strange racial hostilities did subside when he offered her the fragile vile of liquid. Of course with much his explanation didn't make any real sense to her save it would serve to make her stronger for a short time. Still the liquid was quite pretty, a pleasant warm necrotic hues of spectral greens and smoky depths. Nazerene carefully added it to the silver chain around her neck that bore the blessed locket that was clearly burning into her skin. She nodded expecting his words as truth, how odd it was she could so easily go from wanting to flay him to accepting a gift from without question. Perhaps she truly was starved for any type of conversation beyond the mindless adoration of thralls?