Jonathan Constantine


"Feast aye? Might h've to find more information about that.. And those two stunning ladies.." Jonathan had made his way quitely into the inn after grooming Lila a bit, she was a bit mangy and he didn't trust the caretakers hands.. He reached the conclusion that he would figure out if he could be invited to this feast, after all, no money equaled no food, and no food equaled... Well hunger.

"Ello' sir." He waited a polite moment to garner the individuals attention, "Whats this of a feast I hear? Are the common folk invited?" Just then he imagined his eyes gleamed, the thought of all those ripe empty houses for the looting, all during this festival.. Sure the guards would be out in force but.. "Worth a gambit.."

(That was to you Danny)

Dalrus, Lokken Tavern, Chorrol

Dalrus turned around to see who was speaking to the man she was talking to at the table. As she spun her hair whipped around too, flowing down and covering one of her eyes. She brushed her hair back with her hand and noticed that it was that attractive man they had passed on their way out of the tavern. She smiled at him.

Jonathan's attention was turned quite quickly, food was of no importance now, not with this.. "This foxy lady..."

"Why hello there mam. The names Jonathan, Jonathan Constantine actually." He bowed his head slightly.

Dalrus, Lokken Tavern, Chorrol

Dalrus looked at him and bit her lower lip seductively. "Nice to meet your Jonathan, I'm Dalrus" she said curtsying to him politely. She liked what she saw, rogue, strong and young, perfect, Dalrus thought, and he was very attractive. "So master Constantine, would you like to sit down?" she said walking over to the counter bench.

Jonathan Constantine

"Oh my, not what I expected in Chorrol but I like, I like.." Jonathan followed her to the bench, leaving the man behind, "Why not, with such a pretty lass I'd jump out of my stockings to get a word with her.. If I wore stockings.."

"So my dear Dalrus, are you a resident of this wonderful town?" He asked, figuring out in the back of his mind how to pay for a drink with no money. "Can't let her see that I'm piss poor broke, now can I? Hah, I'll run up a tab!"

Sodsa Hekal, Outside Chorrol (for a second or two)

After a while, Sodsa finally made his way to Chorrol and nodded to the guards as he passed through the gates. Walking into the city and hailed the nearest guard. "Say, were could one find a bar, or a place to buy some clothes, as a friend suggested."

The guard slowly looked Sodsa over and pointed in the direction he was facing. "Well, a great tavern is right around that corner there, The name's Lokken, they serve a great mead." The guard smiled, then pointed to Sodsa's right, "And the clothier is just there, third building from here, and you friend was right, ya do need some new clothes, where have you been living? In the wilds?" The guard started laughing at his own joke.

Sodsa nodded, "For you information, yes, since age ten. I thank you for the directions though." Sodsa walked past the guard, slightly miffed, but smiled when the guard stopped laughing and called out an apology.

Upon seeing the Tavern, Sodsa caught a glimpse of a lady with her head buried in a black horse's main. Sodsa slid into the stable and came up besides the lady, "Excuse me mam, is there a problem?"

Dalrus Varus

Dalrus looked over at him and Ragnar brought them some drinks of comberry. "No, I am from the Imperial City, though fortune wasn't exactly on my side and I had to move out. I like it much better here in Chorrol though" 'Much better now' she thought to herself looking jonathan up and down

Jonathan Constantine

"Well I guess I don't need the tab.." He ran his finger around the rim of the glass, listening, and savoring her beauty, "Well.." grabbed the glass and rose it in salute, "Heres to future fortune!" Jonathan emptied it, welcoming the inner warmth that it brought and even more so the calm that it brought over him.

Dalrus, Chorrol

Dalrus took a drink as well, though she could not hold her liquor very well, a little would not hurt and she wanted to be with this new person. "Yes, to good future and fortune" she smiled and finished her drink 'hopefully you'll be in the first part of that toast' she thought

Jonathan Constantine


Jonathan leaned forward a bit, smiled and spoke softly, "Well my dear, it's been glorious speaking with you, but I must make my leave. Perhaps you will be at the feast?" He still had no idea if he was invited or not, but managed he could eek his way in. "Untill then.." Jonathan lifted her hand slightly, and kissed it.

He left before she could manage a reply.

"Earth Mother! I don't think I've ever fallen for lady that quick.. Her charm is outstanding."

"I need to take walk.."

This post has been edited by Channler: Nov 3 2006, 03:01 PM

Satyana

Satyana looked up, her face wet with tears facing a bosmer who sounded so friendly in asking her if there was a problem

"Ah well" she sobbed " It´s really me who´s stupid....but that Dunmer inside...he got right into my heart...and...and I was nothing but friendly to him....but he..he was kinda harsh towards me..just like wanted nothing to do with me...and...and I can´t understand why...then again Dalrus was present and all men get crazy about her....oh gosh...I better be on my way home!....."

Then she took a closer look at the bosmer, he looked very friendly..

"But where are my manners? Excuse me ...my name is Satyana, and I hereby invite you to the big feast tomnorrow at the Castle!"

Satyana wiped her face and stretched out her hand to the bosmer....

Flint Ironwood, Chorrol market.
Flint had parked his wagon and put his wares on display. Already he’d sold quite a bit of his goods. A Redguard approached him and the Breton waited calmly as the man looked over the weapons arrayed in front of the wagon.

Flint frowned when the Redguard displayed a smug grin.
,,See anything you like, sir?” Flint inquired politely. The other man’s grin grew even bigger.
,,Yeah, if I needed something safe for the kids I don’t have. Man, I see you’ve got a lot here. Lookie here, Iron, steel and hey, there’s even an axe lined with silver. Nothing but a rusty pile of junk that not even a Cliffracer would dare pee on. Where’s the good stuff? Like what you’re wearing right now.” He replied with a heavy load of sarcasm.

Flint’s frown deepened.
,,Good stuff? Why, I don’t sell any of the ‘good stuff’ to lousy muscle-bound thugs with rocks for brains and Dwemer oil for manners.” He shot back. The Redguard stepped forward, now angry.
,,Listen, pal. I don’t take those kind of insults from anyone.” The darkskinned man threatened. Flint didn’t flinch.

,,Back off.” He said simply. When the Redguard didn’t listen, Flint rose his hand and fired a telekinetic blast that brought him out of balance. Before the Redguard could recover, Flint had unsheathed one of his katanas and pointed it at his throat.

,,I said, back off.” Flint repeated. To his surprise, the Redguard grinned.
,,Neat trick, just make sure you’ve got some real skill with that toothpick of yours when you’re going to pick a real fight.” He joked before wandering off, whistling. Flint shook his head as he resheathed his sword.
,,Redguards, they’re so weird.” He muttered.

Luper Alkad, Chorrol market.

Luper grinned again. He needed to throw a few good insults. Nothing was better to lighten up his mood than a few sharp words. Though alcohol came close.
Realizing that, Luper walked into the nearest tavern, the Lokken tavern.

Flogir, Chorrol

Flogir breathed deeply, expelling the must and smoke from the tavern. It never was a good idea to stay in a tavern for long periods of time, one tends to get a little flustered.

He walked to the stables to check on his mule, brushing past a Redguard walking the opposite way with a smug look on his face. In the stable, there was man tending to his wagon full of items. It seems Flogir had found a fellow merchant.

"Greetings, fellow vendor!" he said, heartily approaching the man.

Flint Ironwood.

Flint looked up. A Nord came towards him. Flint smiled.
,,Good day to you. I hope bussiness is going well for you." He called back.

Luper Alkad, Lokken tavern.

Luper walked into the tavern, ignoring everyone else. He simply dropped down on the nearest stool.
,,Hey bartender. Give me something alcoholic!"

Sodsa, Lokken Tavern Stables

"Satyana? Well that explains the horse." Sodsa took her hand and held it for a second.

She's beautiful, who could make her feel bad? So do i kiss it or do i shake? Whats wrong with me? Wait, she speaks of manors, were are mine?

Sodsa stood there and started talking, completely forgetting about the hand, "Well uh, my name is Sodsa, Sodsa Hekal. I thank you for inviting me to the feast. I'll have to stop by the Clothier I doubt they will let me in like this." Sodsa managed a smile. "Is there somewhere you want me to meet you to go?"

Dalrus, Lokken Tavern, Chorrol


Dalrus looked like a blissful teenager thinking about Jonathan. 'Wow, this makes things in Chorrol, much more interesting' she thought. She was brought out of her bliss by the shout of a rambunctious young man. "Umm well if you want to get druunk" she said to the man, "Here's some Matze" she said giving him a large mug full of it.

Luper Alkad, the tavern

Luper grabbed the mug of Mazte without even paying attention to the young woman wo had given it to him. He peeked into it.
,,Mazte? This is going to take a while." He mumbled before throwing it all back in one big gulp.

,,More please. Know what? Just give me about ten bottles, that should be good enough to start with."




(Yes, he has not succumbed to Dalrus' charmes. Probably because he didn't even notice her presence. )

Flogir

"Business here has been a bit slow so far, since I have yet to start! I did just get back from a very nice deal though, so I'm well off for a wile" Flogir said chuckling. He extended his hand to the merchant. "The name's Flogir."

[b]Ian, Mercantile, Mystic Imporium

"Ok, twenty-five strong poisons of paralysis and fifteen strongs of silence, may Talos guide you both.' Ian said greatfully. He sat down at the foot of a statue and looked over a large map of Cyrodiil which, after years of exploring, was filled with symbols and abrieviations on every landmark and locale. When I die, I'll donate this to the future sensei and apprentices, Ian thought.

Ian closed his eyes and ran his finger oner the map, and opened his eyes on the location. Chorrol, odd I haven't been there in awhile. I wonder how Countess Valga is doing, he mused. It had been 19 long years since the Oblivion Crisis, and 5 years since he was last in Chorrol....... Then something jogged ian's memory, wait isn't tommarow when Chorrol has its festival. The Countess will certainly allow me to attend, 19 years ago Ian had helped the Countess find a stolen hierloom, a portrat of her late husband.
It would be undoubtably worth my time....... so I guess I'll just drop in.....

Ian casted a teleportation spell to Chorrol, and appeared in the middle of the main street......

OCC: oh, yeah Ian won't succumb to her feminine wiles either (If the women in the Siren's Deception couldn't entice him then no one can........ or can they?)

This post has been edited by Lord Revan: Nov 3 2006, 11:34 PM

Flint Ironwood

Flint shook Flogir's hand.
,,Flint Ironwood, a smith from North Point in High Rock. Nice to meet you." He said.
,,My bussiness is doing pretty well. If it keeps up like this, I'll have to lighten the load by replacing my money with gemstones."


(I'm off to bed )