t'jirra

t'jirra, being the ever perceptive one, despite his sujamma induced stupor, caught jo'puma out of the corner of his eye, but said nothing

mabolg

mabolg stormed up the stairs and claimed a bed for his own, hoping to avoid the dunmer.

OOC: what time is it?

This post has been edited by DungeonHunter: Aug 18 2006, 05:26 AM

Its time to go on a Role-Playing Spree! (11:28 in Central Time)

Bed Time

Jo'puma Went up stairs to the second room, closed the door, and poured a small cup of Skooma. He then took a sip. "Ahhhh...." Jo'puma drank what was left in the cup, then started drinking from the bottle. When it was empty, he got ready for bed. He took off his staff and his shortsword, his shoes, his gloves, his robe, then his robotic arm, then got into bed.

ah im in central time too!

t'jirra

t'jirra downed the last of his sujamma and climbed the stairs to the second floor. everybody else had gone up already, so he had to share someones room. he knocked on the first door he saw...

mabolg

closing his eyes, and being thankful for the peace and quiet, mabolg drifted off to sleep. he knew tomorrow would be exciting and wondered where they would go.

Not Yet Sleep

Jo'puma got up to see who was knocking. Right when he opened the door T'jiira jumped back a little because Jo'puma didn't have his arm on. "What the hell do you want?" growled Jo'puma (Tired+Skomma=Cranky). "I think I have to share a room with you..." Jo'puma let him in. They had to share the same bed. They put there pillows between each other. "Good night." said T'jiira. "Shut up."

Casamir

Casamir was still up. He was thinking about tommorow. 'What will happen? Will they suxseed, or will they fail?' He thought to himself. He decided he didn't want to go to bed, and decided to go take a walk. As he went downstairs, he saw the hotel keeper drinking a bottle of Skomma. She was on her second one. She didn't even notice Casamir, because she was so waisted. He went outside and started to take his walk.

t'jirra

t'jirra knew how jo'puma felt, he was no stranger to skooma.
suddenly he heard a noise from downstairs. he jumped up to the window to see if maybe the barmaid was lockong up the inn for the night. but it was casamir. he strolled at a leisurley pace down the street.
"night" t'jirra said with a glance back at the armless jo'puma. he opened the window when casamir was down the street a half block and climbed out onto the roof.

mabolg

[sleeping]

Andareth, alone in his room

Andareth took off his rather worn armour, and his old leather scabbard in which he kept his sword. His dagger however, he decided to keep since you never know what might attack you in the night when you're in Elsweyr. Andareth laid down in bed and quietly prepared to sleep. The road, and constant banter with his companions, had tired him.

Casamir

Casamir stopped walking for a second because he thought he heard a noise. He then though it was a rat, and continued to go down the road. He stopped at the Black Smith shop, then turned around and headed back for the hotel. A short walk, indeed.

A Dream

Jo'puma was talking in his sleep. He was dreaming about the Arena.

Dream:

'The redguard goes in for a rush attack, he blocks! But wait-ohh! Sliced off his arm-'

Real Life:

"AAARRRGGGHH!!!" Jo'puma screamed as he woke up. He was sweating. He looked over and didn't see T'jiira. He then looked at the window, wide open.

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t'jirra

t'jirra paused crouching on the roof of a building down the street when casamir looked up. after a second he continued and entered a blacksmith shop. a few minutes passed and he emerged, though t'jirra could not discern what he had been doing in there. t'jirra hopped alog the roofs back to the inn and waited till casamir entered once more. he then swung back in the window and landed with one frot paw on the ground, to see jo'puma looking panicked. he rushed over and asked what had happened.

mabolg

[sleeping]

Andareth, alarmed by the scream

Andareth woke up from his sleep and grabbed his dagger. He slowly got off his bed, trying not to make any noise. He then went out of his room, to the corridor which enabled entrance to all their rooms. He crept to the place where he heard the scream coming from, the room of the two Khajitii. He kicked the door open only to see the Khajiit with the strange arm sitting on the bed with a rather sad look and the sneaky Khajiit standing near the window. He couldn't see anything amiss so he wished them all goodnight and made his way back to his own room.

OOC: that would look amiss to me lol

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"It...it was nothing...I had a bad dream, thats all..." Jo'puma went back to sleep.

Casamir entered the hotel again, to see the hotel keeper pased out. He then went upstairs to his room, and went to bed.

.......The next day........

Jo'puma woke up, put his things back on, and went downstairs. "Goodmorning!" said Casamir and the Hotel Keeper at the same time. "Whats for breakfast?" said Jo'puma, as he sat down. "Sweetcakes, apples, bread, and carrots!" Jo'puma got Two carrots, an apple and a sweetcake. Casamir had two apples and two carrots. "Today we go to see the Mane" said Casamir, as he took a bite of an apple. "I would be honored to see him".

t'jirra

t'jirra bounded happilly down the stairs as the smell of sweetcakes wafted through his nose. "sweetcakes! so we really ARE home!" he exclaimed as he grabbed two for himself and a couple carotts to improve his night vision.

mabolg

mabolg rolled over in bed and lurched down the stairs. he was hungry after the trip. he snatched up 4 or five apples and three sweetcakes and gobbled them down within a minute. "so can we fight today?" he growled through his food.

"After we speak to the Mane, then we might be able to fight." said Casamir. Jo'puma, Casamir, T'jiira and Mabolg finished there breakfast. "I will go wake up Andareth and Zarador." said Jo'puma, as he headed upstairs.

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Andareth, going downstairs to eat after being waked up

"Let's see what they have here...Hm, apples, sweetcakes and carrots. Some scrib jerky stew mixed with some fine grilled Nix hound flesh would have been good now, but I'm not in Morrowind sadly. Don't you have any meat here?" Andareth asked in a rather grumpy tone.

OOC: Sorry for not asking what happened, but he didn't see anything alarming. Besides, he was rather embarassed that he kicked the door open like some idiot and he wanted to get away as fast as possible. Anyway, good thing you backed up for me DungeonHunter.

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t'jirra

t'jirra decided not to have his skooma today, as he wanted to make a good impression for the mane. "no meat in the desert. no scribs, no nix hounds." he replied to andareth.

mabolg

mabolg sat in the the chair near the fireplace (in the desert?) and wondered what the mane would ask of him.

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Off Topic:I was going to do Jack's character for him, because he isn't on right now, but I can not do it well. I can not think like Jack, a can not do Zarador's personality. If someone can do him, that would be nice, because we need to get to the mane. Or should we wait for him?

Andareth, upset because of the lack of food that he likes

"Very well then, I will have to settle for these...vegetables. A life lived out of Morrowind has acustomed me to foreign food. But I still think about the food in Morrowind. I could never forget the first time I tasted raw Guar meat. It tasted like rubber, but the hunters said that it made it them strong. I never really did like raw Guar meat. Grilled Guar meat, now that's what I like. To change the subject a little, what does this Mane look like?" Andareth asked his companions.

mabolg:

mabolg listened intently, because he had never seen the mane before, and wanted an idea of what he was like.




OOC: mmm... lets just take awhile to get to the mane, and if he isnt on then we can do his part minimally.

zarador is kind of a fun guy who would want to make a good impression for the mane, however he can be stuck up a little. as for centurion...i dunno lol

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"Well, he is not like other khajiits. He has a long mustatche (OOC(Ones that chines people have, lol)OOC), his fur is light grey, and his eyes are gold. He is an old man, 46, in fact. For clothing, he wears the manes of other khajiits around his neck, and wears a bright green robe." said Casamir.

[b][u]Andareth, listening[u][b]

"He wears the manes of other Khajitii? Like a hunter? If that's the case, I have to confess that I, and a few of my friends, liked to play "Mane" when we were little. Of course, the fur of the slave Khajitii grew back again...eventually." Andareth said, remembering his childhood.


OOC:Ok then, it's settled. We wait for Jack and then we resume the RP. The only problem is that I'm leaving for the mountains today and I may be gone for a few days. I'm sure someone can stand in for Andareth though, his personality is not that hard to emulate.

This post has been edited by Agent Griff: Aug 18 2006, 07:23 AM