To Heir is Human II - Playground 3 Options

[minque]

Link to the previous thread!

[Lord Revan]

Issac

The Dunmer was holding the door open, and he moved in a familiar fashion....... Ah, Issac thought to himself. He's an assassin. Well, agents have to kill people too, so it will earn him no grief from me.

"Thank you, friend." He said to the mer.

Ian

As Issac greeted Rann, Ian walked around them and approached the bartender, Ormil. Flint ordered a bottle of flin, and Ormil turned to Ian. "Good to see you again, old friend." He said, clearly happy to find an old customer return to the Bloated Float.

Ian smile back at him. "Likewise, Ormil. I'll just have a bowl of grapes and some water." Ormil nodded, and handed him the bowl and a cup. "I see you haven't changed much in the last two years."

"You know very good and well that I hate alchahol." Ormil rolled his eyes in a weary sort of way. "Yes, yes, I can remember two years back, and the time before that too." Then he glanced over Ian's shoulder, and his smile broadened. "I see Issac is just as youthful as ever."

Ian glanced at Issac and frowned slightly. "Well, he get serious on the job. But he can be friendly among people I know." He said flatly. "Ian, your far to protective about the boy. Let him have more fun." Answering the challenge, Ian retorted. "You just want him to start buying the more expensive drinks."

[minque]

Rann

"He's not really much of a warrior, just a rogue forced to adapt to different situations." he said as they came to the tavern.

He opened the door for Dalrus and Satyana, and held it so that the others could pass through.





OOC: Rahvin? Reading? You know better than that.

Rahvin

Rahvin sat in the Lokken tavern, beside a dunmer mage with his nose deep in a book.

"And?" he asked the reading dark elf.

"There are no records of a Cerpin Taxt in Mages Guild records." the mage replied. "You may have to travel to Summerset Isle for any more information on him. All that is known is that he was originally an altmer."

"Thanks anyway." he said, obviously a bit disappointed. He had been trying to dig up anything he could on the mysterious mage, but so far nothing. His main goal was to create a duplicate of the glove that Serene recieved...

Just then, a faimiliar woman walked through the doors.

No...it's impossible. he thought.

"Are you going to pay me?" the mage asked, obviously not for the first time.

"Sorry, I was thinking about something else." he said, hastily shoving a bag of coins in front of the other dunmer. He finished off the mug on the table and stood up, heading straight for the front counter where Ragnar was speaking with Brianna.

"Brianna? Is that you?"

OOC: Why ? Rahvin is not a dumba$$ is he`? He can read..but maybe it´s not his main interest!

Satyana

Satyana entered the Tavern....finding it ok, but not as nice as Lokken....she stayed beside Rann, trying to get hold of his hand, like a little girl looking for security


Brianna and Ayesha

She spun around, hearing someone called her by her name, totally stunned. Seeing the face of the dunmer who stood in front of her made her dizzy...a series of snapshots went through her mind..

<click> A room, a bed, a man...pain, but ...also heat...
<click> Skyrim.... a cave..snow, screaming...the scent of blood....the weight of a man on top of her...an edge of a dagger slightly penetrating her throat "I´m not going to kill you but I don´t know why"thoughts that she read
<click> Telina!.....the most incredible pain....but not physical.....

The world went black and Brianna grabbed the counter to prevent her from falling.....After a short while she looked up again, her face was grey-white, she shrugged and tried to form some words but her mouth was dry...

"Ehhh, do you know me?" she whispered gutturally

Who is he? Why do I see those strange pictures in my head? Why can´t I look at him?

Ayesha supported her otherwise she´d have fallen to the floor, sweat was forming on her forehead, and she had to bow her head again..

"Now Mister....what is this? Why did you upset her?" Ayesha said rather angrily as she helped Brianna to a chair

"There, my friend, sit down...I´ll get rid of that Dunmer for you" Ayesha patted Brianna´s shoulder

"Nooo" she whispered, "I..I have to talk with him...it´s.....important.....he....he must know....he..he.."

Brianna looked up right into the Dunmer´s face.....

"Who are you.....?"

[jack cloudy]

Flint Ironwood, Bloated Float.

Flint shrugged.
,,Fine, maybe I am paranoid and maybe no one would like to attack us. Let's just say that the last time I travelled with a group this big, we did get attacked. Everywhere and all the time. So I'm not going to ease up right here."

He finished his flin and headed out for the door.
,,I think I'm just going to sit on the roof. Then I can calm down a bit." He informed the others. His Dark Brotherhood cloak flapped in the cold breeze when he stepped outside.

The Breton quickly climbed up and sat down on the roof. From here, he had an excellent view of his surroundings.



Green-Root, with the Sil.

Green-Root gave the Argonian equivelant of a frown.
,,Recruit pirates? Those always keep some alcohol handy. As you wish, master." The lizard spoke with complete disinterest. He still left though. Once the plundering began, he could get quite rich this way.
,,I wonder how I will convince those cutthroats. They may be called to this Silhouette, yet their will remains."



(Heh, maybe Flint gets spotted by Karn and company )

[Dantrag]

Brianna and Ayesha

She spun around, hearing someone called her by her name, totally stunned. Seeing the face of the dunmer who stood in front of her made her dizzy...a series of snapshots went through her mind..

<click> A room, a bed, a man...pain, but ...also heat...
<click> Skyrim.... a cave..snow, screaming...the scent of blood....the weight of a man on top of her...an edge of a dagger slightly penetrating her throat "I´m not going to kill you but I don´t know why"thoughts that she read
<click> Telina!.....the most incredible pain....but not physical.....

The world went black and Brianna grabbed the counter to prevent her from falling.....After a short while she looked up again, her face was grey-white, she shrugged and tried to form some words but her mouth was dry...

"Ehhh, do you know me?" she whispered gutturally

Who is he? Why do I see those strange pictures in my head? Why can´t I look at him?

Ayesha supported her otherwise she´d have fallen to the floor, sweat was forming on her forehead, and she had to bow her head again..

"Now Mister....what is this? Why did you upset her?" Ayesha said rather angrily as she helped Brianna to a chair

"There, my friend, sit down...I´ll get rid of that Dunmer for you" Ayesha patted Brianna´s shoulder

"Nooo" she whispered, "I..I have to talk with him...it´s.....important.....he....he must know....he..he.."

Brianna looked up right into the Dunmer´s face.....

"Who are you.....?"

Rahvin

"You're kidding, right?" he asked, but the blank look on Brianna's face showed that she wasn't. "Okay, um...traveled with you for a while when Veric was an issue, fathered one of your children, was hired to kil you but didn't...none of this ringing a bell?"

[minque]

Rahvin

"You're kidding, right?" he asked, but the blank look on Brianna's face showed that she wasn't. "Okay, um...traveled with you for a while when Veric was an issue, fathered one of your children, was hired to kil you but didn't...none of this ringing a bell?"

Brianna

She heard what Ravin said..but it didn´t really got into her mind....She looked at him, somewhat embarrassed..while she slowly shook her head

It rings a bell..somewhere....traveling together? And,......he was a father of one of her children..but?,....she had no children had she? Then again...she had marks on her showing she once had given birth...but ..where are they now then?..If he was the father..then they´d had....

Brianna blushed when thinking of it, it did explain the feeling she got when she first saw him 10 minuteas ago...she had to try and grasp this....the Dunmer was not lying, she was sure of that, a gut-feeling it was and she´s learned to trust those.

"Eh...I don´t know" she said slowly, "What´s your name anyway?, Obviously you know me...I mean...ehhh you have to ..sort of know me pretty well I guess"

Then something struck her...

"I was hired to kill you, but didn´t" that´s what he just said....

The picture of the scene by that cave came back to her, more vivid this time....she closed her eyes and remembered the distorted face of the young dunmer.....not killing her even though he had the best opportunity he could wish for

"I....I remember....your face...the dagger....you were hurt"!..I..I helped you, I gave you my coat, didn´t I?..I ....."

She stopped, covering her face with her hands.....this was too painful, she knew there was something else involved.....something to do with....Telina......and..

Brianna sat silent, she didn´t dare to look at the man...her mind was in a total chaos, but she knew this much....that Dunmer in front of her have had, and still has an impact on her life.....somehow

[The Metal Mallet]

Flogir, in the Bloated Float

Flogir waved Flint a temporary goodbye with his free hand. "You go enjoy your time on the roof. I'll be here drinking!" he said, laughing.

Sure maybe when they had problems 20 years ago, their big party was attacked often, but those problems had now finished. What could possibly go wrong now?

[Channler]

Jonathan Constantine

As they entered the Bloated Boat Jonathan parted with the main host and walked to a side table in the bar. Not to long ago he'd use this place as a contact point on for missions. "Not to much has changed.."

His eye flickered slowly as he analyzed the layout of the room. It picked up small hints of previous people that would normally remain unknown to the casual observer. He used to get sick attempting to use his damned ability if thats what it could be called. A bad attempt at fusing migicka into the mortal body is what it really was what it really was.

Jonathan was beginning to get comfortable, same place, different people after all. Then a slight piercing sensation pricked at his back and his body began to go numb.

"Ello' Mr. Constantine, long time no see.." A voice hissed in Jonathan's ear and he felt his body being set into a chair. "Been a couple o' months aye? But see lad, I don forget." A crude smile, plagued by rotten teach, erupted over the assailants face. "You see, I remeber' you owe me quite a bit o' gold. And now I figure it to much higher now."

Jonathan found that he could speak, however it was to low to be heard over the din of the other voices, "Edin, I got your money. And possibly a bit extra too."

The Nordic man leaned back his chair and stroked the stubble on his chin, "Well lad, thats dandy, but you owe more then just a bit of coin you do. In fact lad, I know this place where thieves and liars such as yerself deserve something more." The same knife the caused the situation in the first place was unsheathed again, however this time the Nord grabbed Jonathan hand, and attempted to cut his little finger off.

Jonathan stared in horror but couldn't move, and his lips were frozen shut.

(someone can rescue him..)

[Lord Revan]

Issac, coming to Johnathan's aid

Out of the corner of his eye, Issac noticed a large Nord that was in the process of slicing off Johnathan's finger.

Issac spun, shouting. "Stop that!" And lobbed "Deadra's Fury" at the large oaf. The spell slammed into the Nord with something akin to an ogre's punch, not to mention the different elements that the spell contained.

This post has been edited by Lord Revan: Nov 26 2006, 10:07 PM

[jack cloudy]

Flint Ironwood, annoyed.

Flint was just having a good time when he heard a lot of noise coming from below. It sounded a lot as if someone was throwing spells around. Correction, someone was throwing spells around. It was impossible to hide Magicka from a Breton.

Flint hung over the roof's edge and looked into the Bloated Float through a window. What he saw did not please him.
,,Hey kids, keep it peaceful down there!"

[minque]

Satyana

She wasn´t sure she liked The Bloated Float that much....kinda weird people around, they made her feel uneasy. She was glad Rann was around...and Jonathan of course! Jonathan! She noticed the big Nord who talked with him.....didn´t seem to anything odd about it....when suddenly she caught a glimpse of metal....a dagger appeared in his hand...

But what on Nirn was he trying to do? Obviously he was trying to hurt Jonathan.....then she ducked as the spell flew out of Issac´s hand and hit the Nord...

"Jonathan! Are you ok?" Satyana hurried to his side to see if she could be of any help "Did he hurt you?"


OOC: Ahem..´Tyana needs some healing-practise...so is Jonathan actually hurt?

[Lord Revan]

Ian

Bang! Ian felt a sudden rush of heat and cold, and a slight tingling from behind. He turned, spotted a Nord on the floor with a small dagger in his hand, Johnathan with a partially cut off finger, and Issac who's hands were still glowing from the recently discharged spell.

Ian closed his eyes and shook his head in a weary fashion, but waited to see if it was really necessary to step in. Although, He thought. There were several other men who seemed considerably drunk and willing to join the brawl. This could be a messy little incident.... He sighed. Could this have waited 'til after I'd finished my food?

Absently he plucked all the grapes from the bowl and swallowed them whole. I still wish I could have enjoyed them.......

OCC: Ian will join if a brawl breaks out, and I suppose John is hurt...... pity

This post has been edited by Lord Revan: Nov 26 2006, 10:40 PM

[Channler]

Satyana

She wasn´t sure she liked The Bloated Float that much....kinda weird people around, they made her feel uneasy. She was glad Rann was around...and Jonathan of course! Jonathan! She noticed the big Nord who talked with him.....didn´t seem to anything odd about it....when suddenly she caught a glimpse of metal....a dagger appeared in his hand...

But what on Nirn was he trying to do? Obviously he was trying to hurt Jonathan.....then she ducked as the spell flew out of Issac´s hand and hit the Nord...

"Jonathan! Are you ok?" Satyana hurried to his side to see if she could be of any help "Did he hurt you?"


OOC: Ahem..´Tyana needs some healing-practise...so is Jonathan actually hurt?

Jonathan Constantine

The shock from the blast was enough to knock Jonathan out of his dormant state, and just in time to feel the pain of his finger, now hanging limp off the hand.

He bit his lower lip to keep his mouth from muttering curses, and try'd to stem the blood flow.

Jonathan looked up at Satyana, "My dear, I wouldn't suppose you have anymore of that blasted ointment?" He said halfway joking, halfway serious. However his thoughts were beginning to turn into that of revenge as he motioned to move his knife on the Nord sprawled out on the ground...

(a brawls fine, but I'm going to bring out a bit of Jonathans dark side..)

[Lord Revan]

Issac

The Nord lay crumpled on the floor, sections of his body were either burned or encrusted with ice. But it seemed the latter was having less effect on him. Naturally, he's a Nord, of course the frost was less serious.

It seemed that the other clienteile were beginning to react in a threatening fashion, clearly this Nord had a lot of friends, a lot of drunk friends. Issac sighed in resignation, and gripped his twin katanas, bracing for the inevitable fighting.

OCC: How about the Bloated Float loses its conection to the docks, so the Watch doesn't barge in and stop the fighting?

[The Metal Mallet]

Flogir

Flogir heard the rise of angry voices and the expellation of some magic. Looking around he saw a Nord sprawled on the floor, and Jonathan clutching his hand, redness seeping between his fingers.

Me and my big mouth... Of course something had to happen Flogir thought as he drained his mug of ale and joined the others.

[Dantrag]

Rann

"hamster." was all Rann had to say upon realizing the situation that was likely to occur. His dagger was taken out of his boot and held behind his back, unseen, yet ready to attack if needed.

[jack cloudy]

Flint Ironwood, hanging upside-down in front of the window.

,,See, I told you there would be trouble." Flint joked.
,,Maybe we should just leave." He tried, already knowing it wouldn't work.

,,Oh, I so hate bar brawls." He thought and gathered Magicka in his hands.

[Lord Revan]

Ian

Subtlely, Ian retrieved an arrow from his quiver, and thanked the gods that it was one of the arrows he'd treated in advanced with poison. He hid it in his cloak as a shambling mess that stank of alcahol stumbled forward.

The man steadied himself before Ian. "We jus' wantss your friend," His words were terribly slurred, and Ian reflected that he should have passed out by now from overconsumtion of the beverage. "An' t' treat hmm ta a nish bit a 'ompany."

Ian shrugged and waved his hand in front of his nose, theatrically. "Sure, sounds like you'd be doing us a favor, he's a troublemaker." The man managed a grin, and turned to the other brunken fools. "Ya heard tha mahn, lesh git hm!"

As the man took his first step, Ian slid behind him and rammed the arrow between the mans shoulder blades. As the poison of paralyze took affect, the man froze, and Ian kicked him roughly to the floor. "Satyana, get Johnathan out of here now!" He ordered mentally. "This isn't a place to mend a man right now....

OCC: as usual, don't expect things to go according to plan. *CoughshipdisconnectsfromthedockCough*
Let the brawl commence!

This post has been edited by Lord Revan: Nov 27 2006, 10:59 PM

[The Metal Mallet]

Flogir

Flogir approached an especially surly looking Imperial, fists cocked. "Why must you and your buddies ruin a completely good night of drinking?" Flogir said, whining slightly.

The Imperial then took out a knife. He smiled, his teeth yellowed and a few missing. "Ya shouldn't bring fists to a knife fight!" he jeered, approaching Flogir.

Flogir began backing up instantly. He had forgotten to retrieve Jonathan's dirk and Iceshard from his mule.

Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy! I need something to help me out here!, Flogir thought, eyes searching rapidly for something to defend himself with.

His hand brushed against a mug. An idea snapped into his head.

"Mercy!" Flogir cried, raising his hands in a pleading motion.

The Imperial laughed. "Ya won't get no sympath-" He began before a thrown mug smashed against his face, toppling him to the ground.

Flogir smiles proudly. Now I need another mug to throw....

[Lord Revan]

Issac

As the fight began Issac launched himself through the air and flipped, landing on his feet. As another large Nord strode toward him; there was a huge grin on his face.

"I'm going to tear you to pieces, little elf." He cracked his knuckles for emphasis, oddly despite being wasted he didn't seem to slur his words that much.

Issac began to slowly back away, watching the thug carefully. He was one of the few wearing armor, Ebony armor at that. Issac couldn't tell if his katana would be affective against hard-wrought ebony. Might as well try.

The man lunged, but Issac leapt over his head and delivered two strikes on the man's pauldrons. Naturally the frost wouldn't affect him, but Issac was hoping the flames would work. He landed lightly on a table, not breaking or spilling a single thing.

Suddenly the table broke in two, and all the silverware and food went everywhere. Landing hard on the floor Issac looked up, in spite of the pain in his head. The armored Nord loomed over him, the table had obviously been pulverized by the man's fists.

"You think I'm some sort of idiot?" He tuanted. "This armor is shielded against flame spells, and I can take frost spells." He lifted his arms above his head, preparing to smash Issac with them.


OCC: another helping scene anyone?

This post has been edited by Lord Revan: Nov 27 2006, 11:58 PM