A Mystery Unleashed - Playground Options

[Dantrag]

OOC: sorry i forgot to post this yesterday

Sel looked around the drab tavern in the great city Cyrodiil, noting the many broken chairs and tables, not to mention the rank smell of giant imperials who had not bathed in months. He motioned to the bartender.
"Flin, please." he said.
Sel sat down at the bar, the aged stool creaking as he did so.
The bartender handed him the drink. "Not many dark elves living in Cyrodiil. What's your story?"
"A long one." Sel answered, hinting to the barkeep that he didn't want to talk about it.
"Enjoy your drink." the bartender said before turning to talk to another customer.
Sel finished his drink and walked out of the tavern to get some fresh air. He sensed a movement above him and looked up into the night sky, but saw nothing. A moment later, he felt a blow to the back of his head and fell unconscious.

[Fuzzy Knight]

Chorrol, Cyrodiil Region

Arco walked along the Nordic Houses in Chorrol, looking around. It was a nice day even as it had falled some snow at the dawn. Arco had been on a journey, he had been in a mysterious cave not far from here. Rumours said it was suppose to be the hide out for some bandits people said to him in the tavern, but he had been tricked... Insted he met a fullgrown Ogre, was a hard fight but he managed to win..

Arco walked down as he neared to tavern, both his scimitars in his belt full off the dark red blood of the Ogre. Small wounds in his face and his dark green cloak had been almost turned into shreads. Arco looked down at the ground as he neared the tavern, he walked into to see the guys almost hadn't moved since he was there. He stood there one while reaching for the scimitars while the cloak was pushed back not to get in the way...

"Nice done in tricking me... Do u want to say sorry?" Arco said while he looked into one of the Nords eyes, his eyes was pure aggressive now. But he managed to stay calm..

"Hahahaa.. Ye cant beat me and me friends Dunmer! Go back to were ye belong" the Nord said while he reached for his battleaxe, he looked confused and drunk like all the others..

"I hope you understand that when you and your friends fight in this condition you will end up more ugly then the Ogre.." Arco said holding both of his scimitars low poiting down against the old wooden floor..

The Nord shaked his head before he stood up pushing the chair away and taking another chair in his hand.. He gave of a laugh as the others flocked around him. It was four Nords now, but Arco didn't fear them. Neither did he want to kill them, only show them some hard learned respect..

The Nord suddently threw the chair straight at Arco, he dodged with easy before leaping upon the first table slashing lose at the nords. The Nords blocked the blows, but leaned long back and so drunk the were they lost balance and all fell back. Arco leaped onto the Nord setting hos knee agaisnt his throat before hitting him straight in the head with the back end of the scimitar.. He managed to do it with one more before the two last was up standing again, both charged on Arco. Arco was pushed back but blocked the uncontrol blows by the Nords, in the end he tumbled right under one of the Nords and got up and swiftly sent of the curved scimitar edges into the Nords legs making them go straight down on the floor..

Arco looked down on them, poor people he thought. Poor, drunk people. He spun his scimitars around stepping up to the first Nord, taking his shirt and cleaning the scimitars before he three a little pouch with some money to the owner..

"Sorry for what damage may have accured here.. If I ever see them here again, doing something like this to others then it gives me a good enought reason to kill them.. You understand?" he said calmly to the owner as he open the door looking back at the owner nodding like crazy..