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[King Of Beasts]

Westley

Westley observed as two Altmer, two Bosmer, and a Resguard walked into the inn. The challenge the vampire had thrown at him, and his encounter with the guards left him in a sour mood. He scowled as the elves sat down at a table not too far from his own, and aggressively shuffles the guards. He may have calmed down, but that didn't mean that he was in a good mood.

More people in the inn meant more people to make fun of him, and since the Altmer thought they were better than everyone else, he knew it was a matter of time before they were looking over thier shoulders and mocking him. His temper flared up again, and he picked up a fork and chucked it at the Altmer woman sitting at the table. He sniggered with satisfaction, and looked away when she turned around to see her attacker.

Westley wasn't why he just did that to the Altmer woman. Out of anger he supposed.

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[Elisabeth Hollow]

Kayla jumped up when she saw the Imperial man snickering at her. The fork had bounced off her auburn head and clanged to the floor. She turned crimson as she swore at him in Nordic and berated him in Cyrodillic. Her accent got thicker the angrier she got.

"Dumskalle!" she spat. "Who taught you manners? What would your mother think of you throwing forks at strangers?"

She pointed her finger inches away from the Imperial's nose. She opened her mouth to say something, but stopped when an odor hit her nose. She narrowed her eyes.

"You smell like a wet dog."

She put her finger back near the Imperial's nose. "You need to calm down. I'll let it go this one time, but if you bother me again, I won't hesitate to knock you on your back."

Kayla turned around to sit back down.

[King Of Beasts]

Westley

"Dumskalle! Who taught you manners? What would your mother think of you throwing forks at strangers?"

Westley began seething with rage. He was getting sick of the insults. He picked up a spoon and threw it at the Altmer as she turned to sit back down. He recogmized an insult of Nordic origin when he heard one. He put his foot down and insulted the elf back.

"Milk-Drinker! Go back to skyrim! My mom couldn't teach me manners because I ran away after my father died. I can throw whatever I want at you!"

Westley sat back down in his seat, and waited for the elf's response while he wickedly chuckled to himself. In truth he despised his scornful attitude towards the elf, but he found her reactions quite amusing.

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[Uleni Athram]

Ylenno smiled at the Altmer in front of him and clasped her shoulder affectionately. He decided that he liked this elf. Unlike most of her kind, she was down to earth and didn't raise her nose at everyone. There was laidback freedom about her, and Ylenno was drawn to it like a kindred spirit.

"I live to make people laugh, my fair lady! But it is as Lady Dame has spoken; thou must eat before thy hunger consumes us all!" He laid a friendly hand over her shoulder and thanked the unknown Redguard as they entered the Count's Arms.

Inside, it was just as the outside. All manner of adventurers could be found hustling and talking about the Expedition. As expected. There were some blue-bloods here and there, and the occasional smudge of commoner and peasatry. The bulk were adventurers.

They took a seat at a table, just right ahead of a lonely Imperial playing cards. He turned to everyone as they took theirs, and raised an imaginary toast to the air.

"Here's to good fortune, milords and ladies," he declared. The he rubbed his hands together and licked his lips. "Now, let's eat!"

The Redguard joked with Kayla, and Ylenno laughed with her. And before he could add his own, a fork came flying and hit Kayla in the head. It came from the Imperial, who, when Ylenno squinted at him closely, was the same Imperial who got escorted by the guards earlier in the morning.

The elf didn't made a move and simply gave a very mocking smile to the Imperial as Kayla scolded him herself. Boy was craving for attention, no doubt about it. Best to just ignore him at this poi-

Another cutlery came flying, a spoon, and it hit Ylenno straight in the face, with enough force to draw a tiny smidgen of blood when a sharp point collided first.


There was an uncharacteristic silence and eerie calmness that took hold Ylenno, and his earlier smile was replaced with a stony neutral expression. His eyes never strayed far from the Imperial, who ranted something about his father dying.

Ylenno stood up, and wiped a droplet of blood from his face. He took the blood to his eyes and looked at it. He was lucky it nicked him below the eye; any further upwards and he would've been blinded.

He strode calmly to the Imperial, every movement economic and quick.

And he sat down at a chair beside him, making sure he could see the wound he inflicted to him.

"Give me one good reason not to smash your cute face in," he said coolly. "One good reason, boy, and it better not be a freudian excuse about your broken childhood or parents."

[King Of Beasts]

Westley

"Give me one good reason not to smash your cute face in, one good reason, boy, and it better not be a freudian excuse about your broken childhood or parents."

Westley didn't move from his seat. He simply glared at the Bosmer before answering.

"You dont want trouble with the guards do you? They certainly won't hesitate to charge you for assault if you punch me in the face over a spoon, and besides, that spoon wasn't meant for you, nor did I intend to injure you." Westley sniggered, "And besides, you should have more self-control than your currently having. I may be throwing spoons and forks, but I haven't thrown a knife, nor do I intend to, so assaulting me will only result in the imprisonment of both of us, and you'll end up with a broken jaw."

Westley stood up from his seat. He was about the about the same height as this Bosmer, maybe a bit taller. He was getting very upset, and didnt want to start any fights, so he took a moment to take a deep breath before sitting back down, and explaining his reasons for throwing utensils to the Bosmer.

"Pardon my mood. I shouldnt make other people miserable because I'm in a bad mood. I'll stop throwing stuff, and tell your Altmer friend over there I'm sorry. And I apologize for hurting you. I'm not sure how you managed to get cut with a spoon though. Please, just leave me be. I need to be alone I guess."

Westley continued glare at the Bosmer, but tried his best to control his temper. Hopefully this elf would leave him alone before a fight broke out. Or worse...

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[Uleni Athram]

When Westley stood, Ylenno stood with him. Their faces were just several inches away, and blood still dripped from the wound Ylenno had. He held the boy's glare, unyielding and unblinking. The Imperial's 'reasons' went unheeded and passed through ear to ear, but when he spoke of 'self-control' Ylenno couldn't help but smilling with him. It seems this Imperial didn't see the hypocrisy in that one.

"Broken jaw, eh? Cute-boy thinks he knows how to throw a punch!"

He mimiced a pugilist, making whishing noises with his mouth.

And then he slapped the Imperial twice in the face, lightly, but very mocking in its intent. Ylenno had a strange yet sinister smile on his face, and he looped a hand around the Imperial's shoulder.

"Apology accepted. We're all friends here. Maybe you can teach how to throw a hook outside if you'd like?"

[King Of Beasts]

The elf lightly slapped Westley in the face. That's when he lost it. He grabbed the elf by the arm, and threw him to the ground. Westley didn't throw him hard enough to injure him though.His voice was a deadly growl when he spoke.

"I don't want anymore trouble with the guards, but you're pushing it elf!"

He pinned the elf to the ground, preventing him from getting up.

"We shouldn't be fighting. The last thing either of us need is trouble with the guards. You hit me first. And it was in purpose. I have every right to throw you to the ground and pin you like I currently am, and you have every right to be mad at me. I shouldn't have been throwing stuff, but slapping me? I don't care if you didn't hit me hard, a challenge is a challenge!"

Despite his cold, harsh tone, Westley got up and helped the Bosmer off of the ground before sitting back down and taking another deep breath. He couldn't lose control of himself. Not now.

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[Elisabeth Hollow]

"Both of you just stop it before you get us thrown out!" Kayla fussed.

She stood up and looked from Ylenno to the Imperial.

"YOU." She barked at the Imperial. "I did nothing to you, and you throw things at me? Guess what? My parents both died, along with my adoptive parents AND my siblings, and I still manage to be civilized! Just because I dungeon-crawl doesn't mean that I act like an animal!"

She looked at the Imperial. There was a vein in his neck throbbing. She softened.

"Why are you so angry? Why throw things?"

[King Of Beasts]

Westley

"Why are you so angry? Why throw things?"

Westley turned to the Altmer and wickedly laughed.

"He challenged me. But I think we should put this fight behind us. I shouldn't have been throwing [censored] in the first place. I'm sorry I threw stuff at you. I shouldn't of acted so immature."

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[Uleni Athram]

GM POST


The throw was primal, with a little bit of technicality in it; it was the unnatural speed that took Ylenno off guard and down he met the floor in a resounding crash, and the breath was knocked off of him. Before he could get up, the Imperial pinned him, and this time, the hatred was cold and calculated. Ylenno couldn't move. The Imperial had him locked up completely.

The Imperial said his piece, and Ylenno said his too; barking laughter. No sooner than he had been thrown, the Imperial took hold of him and stood him up.

"Bad mistake," Ylenno said. He would've kicked the Imperial in the chest and mount him, but Kayla got in there first and the elf crossed his arms. As the Imperial and Kayla got this heart-to-heart moment, he took a look around the establishment and suppressed a barking laughter. All movement stopped. The other patrons were completely still.

He even saw a frozen Orc holding a sandwich before his open mouth. Sauce dripped from the sandwhich. The Innkeeper even had a mace drawn out.

"No need to gape, folks," Ylenno said when the heart-to-heart moment stopped. "Just your usual moment you see in cliche stories! Hells, I'd even buy a whole new round for all of you!"

He sat down in the Imperial's table and carressed his burning side. Boy knew how to throw.

"You won't get away from me that easily! Whats your name, Imperial? I'd like to know the brawler who threw me to the ground!" There was no malice in his voice and he regarded the Imperial with his usual cheeriness restored.

"Mine's Ylenno, and maybe a drink or two can introduce us properly to each other rather than my slap or your throw!"

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[King Of Beasts]

What's your name, Imperial?"
"I'm Westley. Pleasure to meet you as well. I hope I didn't hurt you too bad when I threw you, I don't want to hurt anyone. I just got upset. I can't believe we're fighting over a spoon though. Maybe we both need to learn to control ourselves. I'm sorry, I don't drink alcohol, but perhaps we could discuss this matter over a steak?"

Westley sat down, inviting the elves to join him.

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[Uleni Athram]

Ylenno

"Yeah," Ylenno agreed. "Perhaps we should, Westley. Good way to start a friendship though, butting heads like this. And don't worry," here Ylenno gave the Imperial a rogue's grin. "I had worse. You have unnautral speed. kinda like a lightning really."

For what Ylenno's promise of free drinks for everyone was worth, it sure did regain a sense of normalcy back again. People returned to their businesses and didn't spare the two brawlers a second glance.

"You don't drink, huh? That's quite okay, wouldn't want rupturing your liver with acid, do we?" A serving wench came over and took their order. Ylenno gave her a wink as she scurried off to the kitchens to get their steaks.

"So, lemme guess. Expedition? You don't look like a commoner, and you already prove you can handle yourself. Me and the group over there is looking to sign up. Maybe you can join our little merry band of ne'er-do-wells? It isn't easy always being on your own, you know."

He laughed.

[King Of Beasts]

Westley

Yeah, I'm here for the expedition. I've never thought of returning to Anvil, but me being an adventurer sort of drew me on. The expedition to Such sounds interesting, and I've decided that it would be a good way to gain fame and fortune"

Westley picked his cards up and started shuffling them as he spoke.

"I'm not really a commoner. Like I said I'm an adventurer. My speed isn't that unnatural though. I just have quick reflexes. I was art of the fighters guild here in Anvil. I ran away after my father died trying to save me, and Azzan was nice enough to take me in. I decided that the fighter's guild life was t interesting enough for me though. I wanted to journey out into the world, see new things. You know what I mean?"

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[Uleni Athram]

Ylenno nodded.

"I know what you mean. Sorry about your father though, but I hope you atleast knew him. I was raised an orphan in Bravil, you see. Not really an ideal place to grow up on, but a community's a community, and we took care of each other."

The steaks came quite fast, sizzling with oil, juices giving it a delicious shine. Smoke rose from them and tingled Ylenno's nose with the scent of cooked meat and herbs.

He stood up and picked his plate.

"Why don't I introduce you to the others? Since we're all looking to sign up, we might as well know each other!"

He strode to their table and set his plate down, beckoning for Westley to follow.

OOC: 'Kay guys, its your turn.

[King Of Beasts]

Ylenno brought Westley to another table with another Bosmer, anothet Altmer, and a Redguard. He awkwardly stood there for a moment before greeting them.

"Hi, I'm Westley Arctus."

[Elisabeth Hollow]

Kayla narrowed her eyes at Westley, but smiled all the same.

"I'm Kayla, or as you know me, Target Practice." She kept her warm smile. Before anyone could ask her any questions, she cut up her steak and devoured the pieces quickly, keeping her mouth closed, but at the same time, knowing she looked like a hungry animal. She turned crimson and wiped her mouth.

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[King Of Beasts]

"Nice to meet you Kayla. I've never met an elf with a Nordic accent. It sounds....nice."

Westley fiddled with the straps of his shirt.

"You make a good target."

[Elisabeth Hollow]

Kayla blushed darker. The dark-haired Westley was obviously sorry. She forgave easily, and she needed no enemies.

"Thank you," she replied. "Born and raised in Skyrim. My husband would like you. He's a Nord who likes a good brawl. Though I don't think he would much like you throwing things at his wife!" She laughed at her own joke.

She patted Buffy's shoulder. "This is my new friend Buffy." Again, she pronounced it Boofy. She let out a disgruntled sound, then masked it as a cough. She felt so out of place in this establishment, even with the flying silverware.

"Everyone here is so calm! By now, three brawls would have broken out, and everyone would be placing bets on the winner." She shrugged. "Oh well." She smiled again.

[King Of Beasts]

Westley noticed Kayla blush, and raised an eyebrow.

"This is my new friend Buffy"

Westley stared at the Bosmer for a moment. "Hello Buffy. I'm Westley." Westley extended his hand out to the Bosmer, and shook her hand.

[Acadian]

Buffy:

For reasons that eluded the forest elf, an Imperial began tossing flatware at Kayla. The Altmer quite capably began to take the young man to task when Ylenno intervened. Well, one thing led to another and soon, Bosmer and the Imperial were both on the floor. Once back on their feet however, the rutting season between two young bucks seemed somehow resolved. Men were such curious creatures.

The young Imperial then joined the group and introduced himself as Westley Arctus as several pots of tea and Kayla’s steak arrived. Everyone watched in amusement as the Altmer inhaled her steak. She then introduced herself to Westley while quite smoothly mentioning a husband. Kayla’s hand then fell lightly upon Buffy's shoulder and the wood elf heard herself being introduced to Westley.

The Imperial that had started quite the ruckus was young. He wore his dark hair closely cropped and was dressed in humble attire. His blue eyes harbored a look that was ever so slightly unhinged – and strangely familiar. As a child of the forest, Buffy knew well the eyes of Kynareth’s predators and this human’s gaze was different, but somehow similar. Her thoughts were interrupted as the young man extended a hand.

“I’m pleased to meet you, Westley. I appreciate the introduction by handshake instead of dodging errant utensils or being tossed onto the floor.” Her eyes lost none of their sparkle as the elf’s smile eased into a frown of concern and she turned toward Ylenno. “That cut on your face is minor, but I am a skilled healer. Would you like me to repair your wound?”

This post has been edited by Acadian: Feb 3 2013, 12:06 AM