Enthuz22
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[Holy crap, guys! I'm been inactive due to very sensitive medical issues, but I'm returning now in better health. How can I reply when this event has already passed?! You guys have made this dificult for me to rejoin! Here goes!]
[Welcome, Six Gun Tarot! It's a pleasure to have a new member join in this adventure.]
[TheCaptain, well you're surely confident! Welcome to my thread. I do find your first-person perspective disconcerting. Also, you could do with a bit of grammar check up. Please excuse my sudden speaking up on this; I truly hope that I don't seem rude or bossy because of that. I can be a bit of a grammar freak at times, but I can tone it down. Personally, most RP in third-person perspective. Also, you seem to be "hasty" in your writing. It's hard to explain, so I won't as of now. Again, I really hope I don't cause you any offense. I've RPed for a long time and can really be a bit of a grinch sometimes, haha. Welcome, in any case!]
[PS: Also, "woman", not "man" - Jonna runs Morthal's Inn, most of the time, and a common patron is the one and only worst bloody bard in the hold! Lurbuk!]
Anedra didn't seem to be listening to him. Her gaze shifted to the East, where she sat erect and stiff, eyes narrowed. She appeared queasy. He followed her gaze and spotted a shadow, loping and limping with a bent back, on all fours. He got to his feet slowly and drew his sword; his bow and arrows were still inside the Inn, and he was angry at himself for forgetting such an important thing, so key to his survival and heart. As whatever it was came closer, his jaw locked, eyes locked on it; it looked like a woman, with long, lanky hair, moving at an unnaturally fast pace. Anedra muttered something next to him, but he heard her not, his life's blood chilled, hearing his headbeat quicken and quiet in his concentration.
"Vampires!" Behind the woman were four robed figures. Anedra had shouted from beside Kishan, startling him partly. She passed him and disappeared into the inn. He didn't have time to strap on his quiver and string his bow, so he bolted in front of the crouched woman. The door slammed open and shut again, just at the edge of his field of view. A child darted past him; he payed no mind. He moved around the woman, stepping around her and lowering his stance as if moving into a chunky dance, cutting at the first one's leg.
"More blood!" Kishan's eyes flashed. Another was about, whether friendly or foe, but he didn't have the luxary to look. He didn't have to; a man, figure shadowed in the night despite the torches, with what looked to be the blade of an axe hefted higher than it ought to be, throwing him into confusion.
Lightning bolts - magic - flashed suddenly, hitting the vampire who Kishan had attacked before it had time to recognize the pain from it's wounded right calf. It tumbled straight into Kishan, who gave a stout but soft nonetheless cry and hit it in the side of it's head with the hilt of his sword, Idris. It toppled to his right side. The stranger continued to fight, several feet away. Kishan turned his attention to the other vampires; like trees in a forest fire, they all began to fall one after one.
And then it was over. Kishan's left arm and chest were dotted with the vampire's accursed blood, but he was unwounded and, in a hilarous sense, annoyed that he hadn't had much more of a chance to fight. Nonetheless, he stood there and watched as one of the guards walked up to the stranger and spoke to him. Kishan listened for a moment, but then turned his attention to the corpses.
"Good Kyne, another one?" Kishan watched the two strangers speak and move into the Inn. He stood there for a long moment before glancing at the guard. Not moving towards him, he said, "Never in my year here have I seen a vampire attack." Now, he moved towards the guard. "I trust that the guard-alert has been heightened, to aid against further attacks." He turned away, scanning the bodies. This did bother him. Vampires never attacked at towns; they were getting more bold, as were the Thalmor, who he had heard were prone to roaming in the lands near Morthal but not in the town itself. Both bothered him.
He nodded at the guard. "Pardon me; please, place the bodies of these foul vermin where the sun will touch them wholly." Kishan strode towards the Inn, opening the door and hearing it close behind him. Idris was still unsheathed, and as he entered, he did not sheath her, instead moving into his room. After a short half-minute, he returned with cleaning rags in hand, along with a small square circular cannister and an oval stone that gleamed like glass in the firelight. He settled down into a chair and left the strangers to settle in. This night was growing weary, and yet he now found himself looking more forward to returning to his camp. He forbade himself to unless he meant to pack, before he left the murkwood to it's eerie silence.
Where was Anedra? She seemed a fair bit comely to normal. He realized that she wasn't inside as of yet. Where was her old man? He returned to cleaning his sword, setting the whetstone aside at his feet. Not much noise other than a soft whispering kind of sound was made when the first rag's surface touched the steel of his blade.