As you are minding you own buisness, you suddenly start having some strange visions
A remote island north of Ebonheart, a pair of Dunmers, one man, one woman
A daedric ruin and a campsite behind it.
That's when the visions change.
A fierce battle between humans and werewolves
Everything is red, you smell the blood on your claws
You hear the screams of the dying
And you feel the urge to kill unlike any other you ever had
"Kill! sink your teeth into their bodies
Feast on their flesh and kill more"
The strong voice in your head repeats that every now or so.
You barely control the urge to kill everybody around you
you try to resist, but deep inside you know you must answer
The Call.
