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.


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[Namaste]

The Argonian rose to his feet bewildered but gaining composure. The golden helmed figure stood over him and helped him to his feet while the Orc looked sized the figure up.

The Argonian spoke in stilted phrases with a strange look on his face,

"I am.....pawn....Gunji see you." He began to drool and cough violently.

"Bring this to him....or your kin will suffer" The Argonian began to cry and twitch, it's innocent farmers mind being racked by a complicated spell it had been made to cast on itself.

The Argonian grabbed the shoulders of the helmed figure, his body slumped, and looked into the visor...it squeezed the figures shoulders trying to stay upright, his fingers broke from the strain. The Argonian Farmer fell to the ground the skin on his chest and shoulders beginning to tear and bleed.

"Deeeestroy it....run....you...you seem wise....for your families sake burn this damned thing." With that the Farmer raised it's twitching arm and the golden helmed figure could make out a ring clasped inside his hand. Before the figure could grab it the Argonian's weakened body gave and the his body collapsed entirely. The figure bent and carefully pulled open the Argonian's shattered fist, it picked up the ring and shut the eyes of the Argonian, but first the figure saw a reflection in his eyes.

(OOC: Kill the Orc if you want, i dont care, the reflection is of him charging to kill The Golden Helmed Figure. I'm going to control Gunji now. Dont worry about this becoming some ES Lord of the Rings by the way, i hate midgets)