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}

[Namaste]

"So there were these Dunmer crazies right, and they went about aquiring that old mad Dwemer's papers. They built themselves a bonafide god. An' they figure out how to control him, now the issue is how to teach their descendants to control it...so what do they do?"

The Golden Helmed Figure waited for the man to continue.

"Well...They carve basic instructions into it. An' for a few months they go rip-roaring around, causing all kinds of mayhem and unhappiness in the snowy lands north of Morrowind, Solthseim i believe it was. An' one of em' comes upon a realization. She realizes that the instructions are laid out plain as day right there on the thing. Yeah these Dunmer were none too bright.

See if i had a machine of incredible power, and neigh-unlimited potential, i would be loathe to write instructions on it. Between you an' me, if'n i were one o' those dunmer i woulda killed all the others an' had the power all fer meself...but then i am a bit of an british boat....yeah"

The Golden Helmed Figure looks about him impatiently.

"Anyway, they got this incredible thing, a god, but they got instructions on how ta' use it right there so what do they do? Security a course. They lock that sumbitch up somethin' tight. See they put in all kinds of devices and failsafes and so on, but one of begins to fear the power. That same little lady who realized it might be none too smart to have instructions on the side. So she has a final check put in...a ring.

Yeah, she convinced the cult counsel to get one final fail safe, one just-in-case, installed. See she began to question the wisdom of the plans of her fellow cultists, plus apparently Stendarr (god of mercy) told her that she, holding the final key, would be damned to Oblivion should she persist. So she ran. She disappeared from the world, and the ring with her."

"The Golden Helmed Figure reaches over its head stretching its arms.

"Yeah.....i dunno. This might all be a load of crap, stupid fairytales. Let's find out, smash it up or whatever. I don't care, just don't let Gunji get to it. Go ahead, burn it, chop it, drop a rock on it. I'm curious what happens"

(By the way, if the speech seems odd its because i copy/pasted it from a parallel story im writing on MWSummit)