OOC:Well if you're in need of a particular item this could be the RP, most RPs involving Úlfur will be him searching for magical artefacts to help his curse

IC: Úlfur stared at the young girl's tattoo A perfect crescent moon? Curious indeed.... realisation dawned upon him slowly and he shook his weary head. "Greetings, I am Úlfur and no I am not a hunter, well at least not of animal hide, I seek artefacts and knowledge on old deities, religions and cults." Úlfur stared at the wolf's clean white fur. She was a normal wolf from what he could tell but all wolves serve the moon. "I came here seeking some items that were of interest to me. The only thing is now I am stumped by this piece of paper and it is beginning to look like a nightmare.When I was younger I once located a gem that was lost for three centuries with only a fragment of a fairth...... and now I babble about the glory days to a young women" Úlfur smiled and raised his drink. He gazed again at Sasha. "I am looking for a place called the temple of the moon. It is an old and dead deity that worshipped the beast of the moon, particularly wolves and, well if you believe it, were-wolves. I am hoping they left behind some spell or trinket of value. What brings you and your companion here? She looks like a wolf but clearly has a greater knowledge to tell you what I smell like, especially when you yourself are clearly more than just a human." Úlfur let the statement lie in the air as he took another drink. Maybe he had pushed her too far but he needed to show her that he was not normal and that maybe she would be better returning to her own booth

OOC: Seems fine by me, anyway I don't have any villainous characters to hinder this quest, he can be our man.

ICÚlfur couldn't help but laugh, "You got it in one go" he smiled broadly and continued on "I met a dwarf craftsman about six months back that pestered me every night in a tavern trying to get why his dogs were afraid of me. He eventually succeeded the night before my change and I was run out of town with pitch forks and torches. Just to be on the safe side." Úlfur liked this one, she was smart, unlike most of the people he passed by, and training a she-wolf to open it's mind was a fair accomplishment. "I am glad you think I was born for it, but unfortunately even after three decades I still lose control every new moon. If I can find no cure maybe I can find a method to keep myself tame and calm during the forced changes." He unclipped his brooch and placed the green silk cloak beside him. He offered his scraps to Sasha and looked around the bar, judging the people. No-one was paying them any attention, which was usually a good sign. "As for my kind, well I didn't know I had a kind. Unlike most people who are infected I change at a new moon not a full moon, and from what research I've done I am the only known werewolf that can change at other times as well. But any night other than a new moon I retain control over myself. On those night's I am forced into the beast, I am a danger to most and usually stay as far away as I can from society." He felt like he could share with her, after all she too had a secret.

"As for your hair, I seen a young man play in this town only a short while ago who was younger than you and had stark white hair. He had a great voice and I was sad to hear he is not around any more, apparently he disappeared with an elf awhile after I left." Úlfur voice still contained the disappointment at meeting the Elf who had travelled thus far alone into the Empire. "You're eyes are your main betrayal to a normal magician or scholar or learned bard, but I can smell the difference in your blood, the same as a half-elf or half-dwarf who are common enough in the Varden. You smell like salty waves and a furnace in use. A curious combination, but both powerful elements." Úlfur tipped his chin towards her and then pondered what she had said. "Who was your father? He must of been a good man to cope and deal with that burden, almost all lose themselves too much to hope for a family."

I suppose the ocean is a good a place as any, and I already had guessed Her Shadow ment a mountain with a name, so which mountain in the Spine has a name? He finished his mead and left the cup down. Closing his eyes he inhaled deeply but his mind drew a blank I don't know enough about the mountains, I grew up in a forest and live by a lake. "Tell me Illuna, Do you know much about the Spine? Are there any mountains that carry names? I'll admit I try to avoid them as much as possible, I prefer a lake and plains to those things.And you said you are travelling, so help a fellow traveller out." Although he did not point out he could smell her blood change as she had told him her alibi

Sounds good to me, Lu said, charging after Ulfur. She had a hard time restraining herself and not taking off at a full run, which would have left him behind. It felt good to run through the forest, the clean smell of trees and water passing through her nose, clearing away the smell of the man on horseback. He had smelled like darkness, blood, and cold steel, all jumbled up in a confusion of scents. The very memory of it made her hackles rise again, and she had to remind herself that they were far away from him now. Sasha bumped her shoulder, a light, encouraging yip echoing from her throat.

Lu smiled at her friend. Hush now, he might hear you. Thank you though, she said, bumping her shoulder in return.

Don't make me laugh, he was heading in the opposite direction. I doubt he's reached the town yet. Even if he was already on our trail, assuming it's us he's after, he wouldn't be close enough to hear that, Sasha snorted.

"You say she was here only a few hours ago, but you didn't see where she went when she left?" Blake asked coldly, glaring at the tavern keeper before him. The man mumbled something and continued to stare at the floor, every now and then a shiver of fear would rack his body. "Speak up peasant!" he snapped, taking a step closer.

"I said no, I didn't see where she went. Why don't you go trouble the guards, perhaps they saw her leave," the older man said loudly, daring to look up at Blake. He flinched and away when he saw the glowing orange lights glaring down at him from underneath his hood.

"I'll do that. Do you know the man she was with?"

"No, never seen him before. He seemed a little odd though," he replied, scratching his chin in thought.

"Thank you for your help," Blake said, then slipped one of his knives out of it's sheathe. The bar tender's eyes widened with fright, almost seeming to bug out completely as the knife approached him. Blake watched his face, smiling coldly, then at the last second altered the course of the knife, impaling a gold coin with the point and then offered it to the man.

When he took the coin, Blake jerked his knife free and sheathed it, then walked to the door. Outside he swung up onto his horse, turning the beast's head towards the gates of the city. Before long the wood-and-iron gates were before him and he was glaring at the guards. "Let me out," he hissed menacingly. The guard operating the controls was young and easily intimidated, as was his partner. He squeaked with fear and started pulling the wench that would raise the gate.

Blake didn't wait for them to raise it all the way, as soon as it was high enough to clear his head, he spurred his mount forward. From what he had learned from the young sops, his prey had indeed left the city some hours before. He grinded his teeth as a flash of memory came to him. The wolves. It was her and her blasted pet! But then who was the other one? he snarled to himself, gouging his horse again and sending the animal into a headlong gallop. It was dangerous to push the animal so fast in pitch black, but he couldn't wait. He needed to find that clearing again so he could pick up their tracks.

OOC: Sorry for the delay, been busy last few days.

IC:"That depends on whether he kills the poor beast he rides or if he will let it rest." Úlfur felt the familiar tingling along his spine and then the fire began to race through his body. His bones began to stretch and break into the right shape, his jaw merged into the form of a muzzle and hair began to sprout from all areas of his body. He hit the floor on all fours and he was dazed for a moment. Then his sense kicked in. Everything was put into a shaper focus then before. He was finished before Illuna and decided to watch her complete her transformation That skill of yours comes in very handy. And indeed he would be some tracker to catch you in the sky. He nudge Sasha who was looking down hearten If anyone can escape him it will be her. With that they ran towards the mountains edge. Within a few moments they found a place that gave access into the Spine. An old huntsman trail. This is our best bet. Illuna fly above and pick out the best path for us will you? And hoot if you see trouble. With that Úlfur began to push through the undergrowth and over the unsteady rocks. There must have be rock slide sometime ago, take care where you step Sasha

Thank you but I'm quite capable myself. His leg was still tender but he could keep apace with the others. When Illuna revealed what she had seen Úlfur was gripped with a sudden fear of the huntsman again. And then Sasha set off in such a haste that Úlfur couldn't help but believing that she too felt as he did. Do you think he could really catch us in the mountains? Úlfur was now ashamed for howling and decided to push himself harder for his mistake. In his mind he could hear a horse but he knew that was simply his mind playing tricks on him.

OOC: sorry about the short post. In college and it's the only place I've been able to post