Urdn'Varn felt the weight of his mother's secret like an unbearable burden, yet his love for her remained unwavering. He was horrified when she confessed the full nature of her curse, but he vowed to help her find a cure, to keep her hidden from the ever-watchful eyes of the temple. For two long months, they carried on this charade, moving through each day with a quiet tension that neither dared to acknowledge aloud.
By day, Syllel continued her duties at the temple, helping the townsfolk and guiding the acolytes, while Urdn'Varn occupied his mind with his chores and by studying the temple's now vast library.
But by night, the pair retreated to their cabin on the outskirts of the temple grounds where they knew they would not be disturbed. As the days crawled by, Syllel's condition grew increasingly harder to control every passing night.
Thankfully the silver threads woven into Syllel's Armor had slowed the beast within her. Now accompanied by Silver Chains and The Mask of Twilight Fetters;
(*a magical artifact Urdn'Varn and Syllel had crafted from the knowledge hidden away in an ancient tome he had found tucked deep within in the library.*)
Syllel's Transformations had become slightly more manageable...
But in his heart, Urdn'Varn knew it was only a temporary solution and he'd have to find a cure as soon as possible. The curse was growing stronger, and with every passing night, the beast's grip over his mother tightened and he knew their secret couldn't last forever and one night, when the moon was at its fullest, Syllels body had succumbed to the curse completely.
Urdn'Varn's was helpless but to watch as her body twisted and contorted as the beast within her struggled to unleash it's full force.
It wasn't long before Syllel had realized she had finally became the very thing she once feared the most.. *A Werewolf *;
a cursed, blood-thirsty beast of terrible strength and ferocity.
Urdn'Varn tried barricade Syllel inside the cabin, like he had done many nights before as he began to pray that the silver chains would be enough to hold her at bay;
at least long enough for morning to come; Then Hopefully, she would turn back to normal....
but it seems a twist of fate, now has other plans.
As a newly hired guard was patrolling the outskirts of the temple, they caught sight of her transformation in the form of a shadow peaking threw the door,
cast from The Light of the Moon.
Horrified, the young guard ran back to the temple in a panic and raised a state of alarm, and in moments, the forest was alive with the sound of clashing steel and hurried footsteps.
Priests, clerics, and paladins alike rushed toward the location of the cabin, armed with silver-tipped weapons and torches.
Urdn'Varn's heart raced as he heard them approaching. He hurried to the door, standing in front of it in a desperate attempt to explain, to reason with them. "Please, Syllel still herself! She not dangerous! Need more time!" he pleaded, his voice trembling with fear.
But his words fell on deaf ears as one of the elders, the stout man with a sharp gaze, raised his mace high, striking Urdn'Varn to the side and knocking him to the ground as another priest burst through the cabin door intent on subduing the beast with his magic, but the spell is too weak and only causes the werewolf side of Syllel to slowly begin taking hold. Syllel now struggling to keep control of herself, sensed the threat, and in a flash of fury, accidentally removed The Mask of Twilight Fetters.
As the guard, fallowed by the one elder.. burst thew the door, they saw her beastly form towering over them.
Her golden eyes gleamed with a primal rage as she broke free, tearing through the remaining chains like they were made of paper. Urdn'Varn scrambled to his feet, shouting for the priest to stop, and turn back, but the man simply ignores his plea and strikes him again, this time sending Urdn'Varn flying out of the cabin,
and forcing Syllel into a primal rage.
Now lost to the beast inside, she lunged at the elder, her claws slashing through his armor and flesh like butter.
Chaos erupted as the paladins attempt to defeat the werewolf at any cost, but Syllel's strength was far beyond anything they had ever prepared for.
Urdn'Varn dazed by his head injury, watched helplessly in horror as the werewolf tore through the guards, in a blood driven frenzy. When Syllel spotted the Elder who had thrown Urdn'Varn to the ground earlier, being healed by one of the Cleric's, her fury became all-consuming and she attacked him again with a deep vengeance, her claws and fangs now drenched in the blood of anyone who sought to harm her son.
The battle was more brutal than anything the elders had ever seen before as the creams of wounded and dieing Sel没nites echoed through the night;
Syllel now under the influence of the Moon and consumed by bloodlust, has killed several of her former leaders, students, and comrades agents her own will as the Cleric's and Paladin's continue fight with everything they have, but her lycanthropic power are too overwhelming.
After 3 hours of bloodshed, what's left of the clerics, paladins, and two of the elders..
with their combined efforts, of using silver chains and powerful restraining magic;
finally managed to subdue her and began to drag her back to the temple's altar.
Urdn'Varn, bruised, trembling, and now tied up as a prisoner, followed closely behind..
his heart aching with guilt and sorrow.
The remaining Elders of the temple gathered around Syllel, their faces pale with shock and disgust as they beheld the monstrous form of Syllel, their once proud and noble Sel没nite Crusader, drenched in the blood of her former allies.
"This... abomination must be dealt with immediately!" one of the elders hissed, his voice filled with venom as he speaks. "She has defiled the temple with her curse. We must decide her fate before sunrise!"
The air was thick with the weight of judgment as Urdn'Varn's mind raced. He couldn't let this happen, There had to be another way he thought... Maybe if only he could convince them that there was a cure, then she wouldn't have to die.
As the moon hung low in the sky, casting a cold, silver light over the scene. Urdn'Varn's heart pounded as he searched the back of his mind for a solution. But somehow he knew, deep down, that there would be no mercy from the elders for a werewolf that has killed so many of their own...
Not even for a devotee who was as beloved as Syllel had once been. And now, it was up to him to try and save his mother from the very people he had once called his family.