Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5424581-20150326001100/@comment-24942837-20150502202446

(I'm still interested in this thread. Be warned, however, I do get very gruesome in this post.)

Wulfgard woke up to darkness in his carriage, as well as blood on his armor. He was smeared in the red liquid, bags and haystacks covered him. Without lifting his head, he observed his predicament.

The Carriage Driver was dead, it was obvious. He was leaning back, flies swarming him. He could hear the voices of men and women around the cart, apparently cheering as to what happened.

It appeared his mechanical hand had been taken off, which crippled him for the time being.

"We killed another one of them Silver Hand scum!" A Male, most likely a Nord from his accent, hollered. Another responded in agreement, "Burn in Oblivion!"

Someone kicked the broken down cart and it fell off the road down a bit of a hill. When the dust settled, Wulfgard stood solemnly on the road, his stump exposed. One of them began to laugh at the Nord, grinning, "What're you gonna do, cripple? Beat us with a cane?" Soon after, the others began to laugh, and one of them pulled out a dagger. Wulfgard remained still as he approached.

The assassin was also grinning, as he reached his dagger up slowly to his throat, walking casually up without problem. "You said you had plans? Well too bad, bit- Aagh!"

Wulfgard gripped the man's hand, staring coldly into his eyes from his mask. He stepped on his fur boots, perhaps breaking a few toes, as something gut-wrenching happened.

Wulfgard ripped his hand clean off. Or rather, not so much clean, it was rather gruesome. The Nord tossed it nonchalantly back behind him.

"I do have plans, and I intend to keep them." Wulfgard responded. He quickly unsheathed the man's iron axe, and sliced him in half, right at the waist. Since the Silver Hand Member had been standing on his feet, he was powerless to move away.

A bit of blood that was spraying about in the air landed in Wulfgard's helmet, to which he tasted.

"Lycanthrope blood. All the merrier." After that, his other four companions transformed into Werewolves.

"Well this will be fun." He tossed the axe violently at one of the Werewolves, where it landed in his thigh. The Nord quickly sprinted toward the injured and confused Lycanthrope then dug the axe deeper into his leg, sawing it off without precision... or care. He took the War axe then, and slammed it into the Werewolf's skull. The three other Werewolves charged at him, paws swinging. Wulfgard dodged them, heading for the cart. He found his Shield then placed it on his arm, right before one of the Werewolves crashed into him, sinking his claws into the hardened wood. Wulfgard bashed the Lycanthrope, causing the Steel Shield to stick on his for a moment, which gave the Silver Hand member time to jump onto the cart and finding his claw hand. Reattaching it afterwards, Wulfgard hopped off, jumping onto the Lycanthrope with his shield and placing his actual hand through the shield. The Claw-Hand the Nord had for the moment was switched to a dagger. Wulfgard stabbed the Lycanthrope's shoulder and upper arm repeatedly, causing large amount of blood to spill. Afterwards, Wulfgard ripped the shield off the Werewolf's claws, causing a few to come out, resulting in a howl of pain. He threw the shield into the Werewolf's face, breaking his nose and blinding him for a moment. The other two Werewolves were currently watching the fight. The Nord ran up to the disoriented Werewolf and stabbed him in the chest multiple times, before kicking him off the road and switching his dagger hand to a war axe. He stomped on his shield, causing it to flip in the air and land in his hand. He equipped it again, panting.

This time, both werewolves attacked with anger, bashing into his shield until it was nothing but leather straps and steel. Wulfgard so kindly responded with embedding his axe-hand into one of the Lycanthrope's thighs, ripping it in and out until there was a large crater.

While that werewolf cradled its' wound, the other was still bashing away. Ulfgard shoved his shield into the Werewolf's mouth, tripping him from behind and kneeling over him. He pushed the steel deeper into the Werewolf's mouth, causing blood to flow and him to wimper in pain. Wulfgard shoved it further into the beast's mouth, blood and spit flying everywhere, but mainly blood. When Wulfgard reached far back enough, he ripped the shield out, slamming it into his mouth one more time.

The impact was so much that the Lycanthrope's head, from the jaw up, had been removed from his body. His shield was implanted in the road.

Wulfgard stood up, glaring at the injured Werewolf that was still alive, cradling his thigh. He transformed back, lessening the crater in his thigh. He looked up in pain, tears in his eyes. Wulfgard walked over and cut the leg off, causing him to sob and moan in pain for a few minutes. He pointed the axe-hand at him.

"Now you are a cripple, however I am a man. You've seen the wrath a man like me can do. I only let you live because you were silent, and did the least amount of damage to me and my carriage driver. Am I wrong?" He added, his Steel Plate helmet painted with blood. The Werewolf shook his head no several times. Wulfgard walked over to his carriage, coming back and tossing a potion of health and stamina, and some wrapping to help. He also tossed him a silver knife, which was so clean one could see the night sky. He said, "You will have to cut the rest of the flesh off the end and wrap it, or else it will infect and fester. After you reach a city, get a carriage to Morthal, and cure yourself of lycanthropy, and reject Hircine. If you don't, I will find you, and I will kill you... May the Gods aid you, because after this, I will not." With that, Wulfgard walked away, heading down the road to Riften to continue his task.