Ye Old Tavern, Innsmouth Options

[Namaste]

-----A bit of background. Back before Morrowind released I created a topic in another forum with the same name. The idea behind this is to toss your character in with minimal info given and develop him along the way. For instance in the the first post of this story i will introduce several characters and will control only one. If you wish you may control one of them our introduce your own. I will end the first chapter with a lead in, such as "he turned as the door opened" allowing for a new character to enter, just ignore those lines if you wish to use one of the characters already present or simply a character that I hadn't noticed.

Our Tale Begins:

If you travel just south of Balmora these days you will find an old tavern, and inside that tavern is an old man. His mind is weak these days and he remembers little of the outside world. He lives instead vicariously through the stories, whether they be false or true, of his customers. He has many tales, one for each guest, tonight i will pass on one of these.

The bar was busy one night, guests of many races bustling amongst each other yet sitting for the most part segregated. A large Orc sat in the corner drinking in solidarity, a group of young wood elves drank themselves stupid and danced gaily, and a young Breton bleeds to death on the tavern floor. Moments ago he had chatted with the most beautiful Nord you ever saw, but with little warning a voluminous figure rushed from behind and stabbed him in the back. A most cowardly blow for sure. Now the young man twitched and pulled away from the wound, but the murderer had hit deep. As the lifeblood of this young noble spilled onto the floor the tavern grew quiet (aside from the Wood Elves who were to drunken to notice a thing) A silence falls over the crowd as they turn to see who has felled the young man, off to the side the bathroom door swings open.


{Please Read and Respond, and tell me if i suck}

[Aki]

The appearance of the entry was enough to draw the crowd's attention from the dying man. The figure was garbed in what had to be Ebony armor, at least, what had been Ebony Armor, it was extensively modfied, and had a fine mail between the plates and lacked any decoration, just...black, the new arrival's legs were digitgrade, like that of a Khajiit or Argonian's, but obscured by a footplate, and shingaurd. It wore a dark cloak on its' shoulders, and a Stalhrim longsword at its' side. Unlike a Khajiit, or Argonian, is seemed to lack a tail. The figure was also solidly built, a much more imposing figure than any Khajiit on Vvardenfell.

The most striking feature was the golden helm that set upon the figure's head, it was made like a Wolf's head, the eyes of the helm had glass lenses, keeping anyone from seeing the wearer's eyes, but allowing the wearer to see fine. The helm swept its seemingly unseening gaze over the bar, and walked over to the fallen Breton, and knelt beside him. A faint blue light washed over the Breton, healing the wound, and stabilizing his condition.

The figure rose, looking around. obviously trying to find the attacker himself.