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J'korr relaxed himself, and focused on hitting the head of the Silver-Hands, as it was the only part of the body J'korr's arrows could do some damage. He let an arrow loose and it found it's target easily. Ha! Headshot! J'korr smiled behind his mask and moved to another target.
Not now, doctor! Defend yourself! J'korr let loose a volley of arrows, but they did almost nothing to the heavy armor the Silver-Hand was wearing. I could use some help!!
Not that hurting someone is the problem. But if I do, people might start putting bounties on my head. And if word starts getting around that a Khajiit is a werewolf, people would pay a lot to see a cat turn into a dog... J'korr looked to James and said Ehh, being a bandit isn't really my thing...
J'korr looked at Dr. Avendo and said Your a doctor? Any way you can help with my....condition? He did not have a appetite and passed on the bread Asvald offered. That was my second transformation. I need to find a cure before I really hurt someone.
J'korr finished putting on his armor and looked to his friends. That is why I came to Whiterun. I was hoping that the Companions would have a cure for me.
J'korr eyes shot open and stared into the sky. Where am I? He muttered. J'korr looked around and saw Asvald and James talking. J'korr stood up asked What happened? How did we get here?! He suddenly realized he was naked, and bent down to pick up his clothes.
The explosion was too much for J'korr. He tried to get up but he had almost no strength left. J'korr fell unconscious, beginning to change back to his Khajit form. The last thing he saw was Asvald...no not Asvald, something else chanting in a demonic voice.
OOC: I'll be gone for an hour or two...
J'korr fell to the ground as watched as a red aura surrounded him. This only seemed to make him more angry. Grrrrrrrrr.... J'korr tackled the Nord and held him down as he tried to bite the Nord.
J'korr was now fully transformed. RAAAWWRRR!! J'korr was thirsty for blood and turned to see a tasty looking Nord. He sprinted towards him and lashed out with his arm.
J'korr walked out of tavern and tried to reach the gate out of the city as fast as he could. He hoped no one was following him and left the city. He couldn't hold on for much longer and fell on the grass outside of Whiterun. Grrrrrrraaaaa!!! J'korr felt his body changing and took off his armor...
J'korr relaxed a bit, and ordered another mead. As he brought the flagon to his mouth, his body lurched. The feeling was familiar and J'korr got up to leave. Dammit....not now! He put his mask back on and walked towards the door. I'm sorry...I gotta go... J'korr couldn't keep it in any longer...
K'jorr pulled off his mask and downed his mead. K'jorr pulled out one of his arrows and poked the Nord. Huh, out cold! He ordered some salmon to quell his hunger. K'jorr has a sort of addiction to salmon, and can't go two days without any.