Shards of Broken Emperors/Playground 1, Vvardenfell: Roots of Sve'lkreen Options

[ureniashtram]

Cyldreen woke up early in the morning in his hammock. Yawning and stretching, he jumped to his feet and glanced at his surroundings. In front of his 'bed' was the door that lead into halls, and to his right was a simple drawer.

He went to the latter, and scooped up a brown pants and a gray sleeveless tunic. He wore them on and slipped on his flip-flops, then went to the exit.

I wonder how many miles we are from Seyda Neen? Better ask the Captain on that one, I guess. And my gear, too. That smith should repair it like it was brand new, or I'm gonna use my flippy-floppies as brass knuckles!

As he passed and glanced at many rooms that held snoring prisoners, he failed to see an old, but muscled, man in his way.
They bumped on each other, and the force of it knocked Cyldreen down.

"I'm sorry good, sir, I wasn't paying attention." the Breton apologised, while at the same time hauling himself up.

This post has been edited by ureniashtram: Jul 30 2010, 06:48 PM

[jack cloudy]

Kaye Soscean

His feeble attempts towards distraction and defusing notwithstanding, a second fight erupted within moments. Kaye grabbed the shoulder of one sailor, trying to drag him away from the melee.
"Please, is this really necessary?" He pleaded. Right at that moment, he saw the first man fall from a lethal wound and he groaned.
"Oh, now you've done it. No turning back now!"

"Shut up, prisoner! We may have let you roam but this is none of your bussiness! Or..are they friends of yours? Scum, all of you!" The Dunmer barked back and violently shoved him away, making Kaye tumble to the floor once more. In a corner of his mind, the Redguard was getting rather tired with the constant falling he'd done in the last hour. But that was only a corner he shut up as the Dunmer advanced on him with a broken bottle.
"Psah, I'll teach you for interfering in my affairs. Enjoy the same fate as these three N'wahs!"

"Oh, great. Now I am involved. Ugh, no other choice but to leap in and hope things work out in the end." Kaye muttered angrily. As soon as the Dunmer was in reach, he reached out with a quick kick to the knee, catching his opponent by surprise. The Dunmer fell as the joint audibly cracked and bent in the wrong direction while simultaneously, Kaye used the momentum he'd gained from the kick to throw himself back onto his feet. The adrenaline now coursing through his veins removed the feeling of nausea and his hands no longer shook. Almost nonchalantly, he kicked a second time, breaking the nose of his foe and sending him sprawling onto his back.

"Well, if you want me to be on their side, I guess I'll just have to obey, right?" Kaye sneered.
"So much for thinking before acting. Alright, let's bruise some fools."
The Redguard did not blindly jump into the fray, but rather danced around it till he saw the opening he needed. A sailor wielding a deckswab who was trying to hit the Breton from behind with it. Before he got the chance though, Kaye punched him in the back of the head before disarming him and taking the tool for himself.
"Hey, sir. I really don't know just what is going on but apparantly I'm on your side so I suppose I'll assist you folks." He called out to Cyldreen. It appeared that the sailors had now taken notice of him as well and he barely managed to parry another deckswab.
"Are we supposed to take on the entire ship now? That's crazy!"
"I mean, it beats getting glass in your face."