The Wobbly Goblet Playground Options

[Uleni Athram]

"I'm a drifting mercenary, going from place to place. What with Skyrim being ravaged by that winged menace, I thought that my chances were off in greener pastures."

He took off his fur cloak and laid it folded on his lap. He rolled up his chainmail sleeves and stretched. The bones gave a satisfying crack.

"Tell me about this hunt of yours. Have you already collected men or have you just started?"

[Rohirrim]

"Well, I've only just arrived yesterday, so I don't know too many of the patrons, but from the look of them I'd wager most of them will be interested, and the rest will be so drunk on free beer they'll probably think themselves hardened woodsmen." Khan laughed, and Stefania put his dinner on the table.

"I figure it'll be in the Great Forest, and maybe also in the highlands, and we'll go after all types of game, monters too, I reckon. Boar, deer, fox, quail, ogres, Minotaur, the like. It would also help to bring a horse, if you've got one, and any pets you have. I'll provide any weapons and armor you need, once they get here." Khan began eating the mushrooms, stopping occasionally for a bite of cheese or a drink of mead.

[Uleni Athram]

Hjalbir mulled it over as he nursed his glass of milk. Deer, fox, quail.. those were too small for his arrows and he wasn't exactly the most sneakiest person around. Boar, he could deal with from afar, but he was especially looking forward to the ogres and the minotaurs. Those creatures were his kind of prey, and they could scavenged for their teeth and horns for a decent price.

He drank his milk and set the glass down.

"I'm in. I'll need a smaller bow and an arrows for some of the smaller preys. I don't have a horse, though."

[Darkness Eternal]

The tall Imperial prepared himself for a round of food. A loaf of bread wouldn't-couldn't- sate his hunger. He pulled a chair next beside the khajiit whom he never got the name and and a very tall Nord. Taller than him, even. Unlike his own barbaric-fashioned hair, this man had a silver-white that covered his head.

"Girl," Lycus said to Stefania. "Bring me Stros M’Kai Rum. A roasted mutton chop and a side of slaughterfish with a dish of hammered potatoes and blackberry crumble."

She nodded and scurried off to take his order. Lycus waited patiently for his order, catching snippets of the conversation that was going on around him. Nothing that would peak his interest or anything that would make him cautious except the pale nobleman in the corner with burns in his arm.

Then the conversation that was next beside him ranged from places he was familiar to something even more. Something that defined him his entire life.


"Tell me about this hunt of yours. Have you already collected men or have you just started?" the Nord asked the Khajiit.

The khajiit replied. "I figure it'll be in the Great Forest, and maybe also in the highlands, and we'll go after all types of game, monters too, I reckon. Boar, deer, fox, quail, ogres, Minotaur, the like. It would also help to bring a horse, if you've got one, and any pets you have. I'll provide any weapons and armor you need, once they get here."

Lycus hunted the Great Forest all of his life, and so did his woman. He knew the dirt from stone to fern to overturned log as if it was the back of his own hand. There were plenty of game there, most of which the man already said. It was a hunter's paradise on Nirn.

The Imperial chuckled with his throat and turned to face both men. "You two fancy yourselves hunters."

He looked at the khajiit and nodded his head. "You are right of the Great Forest having all those animals. I've hunted there my entire life. The game never ends."

He began hunting when he was only a young man, and as young men grow, things change. So did hunting. At the beginning petty game was difficult; quail, fox, hares. Then it was easy until he began stalking boar or taking down deer. None of that compared to the hunting of a man, or in his own case, being involved in a hunt with a Daedric Prince.

"I have a wolf that can join us in the hunt," he said after awhile. "Nothing more cunning and fast than a wolf."

He knows this all too well.

[Rohirrim]

Khan looked up from his dinner. "Not a problem, I'll have a selection of bows to choose from. Do you shoot composite, short, or long?" Turning to the Imperial he said: "Ah! My friend the card sharp. May I count you as a member of our merry jaunt? It should be quite fun, just the thing for a festival, and I imagine we can cook up our spoils here, I think everyone else would be most appreciative. Did I here you say you keep wolves? Fine stock, wolves, I'd almost prefer one of those Reachland Dires to Bran here." Khan laughed heartily at himself, which was followed by an awkward silence.

"Say, Wolfman, I never did catch your name, I imagine I was too busy weeping like a lame Horker. I am Tribune Khan, First Legion Cavalry. And you are?"

[Uleni Athram]

Hjalbir briefly glanced down at the man who pulled a chair next to him. With his tanned skin and mop of black hair, it was clear that he was an Imperial. And a large one too. But maybe that was because of all the muscles on him.

"I'll have a composite," he said to Khan.

Since the conversation was currently focused between Khan and this savage looking Imperial, Hjalbir retreated back to his silent nature, content to rest his fatigued body.

This post has been edited by Uleni Athram: Aug 19 2013, 10:01 PM

[Darkness Eternal]

"I prefer wolves not of this realm," Lycus told the man. "Summoning them to hunt with us is a boon. For what better hunter than one that transcendes this world?"

He reached out to grab Khan's hand. "Lycus. And take joy in the knowledge that I am to take part in the hunt."

With that, he looked at the other man and then back at Khan. "Seek me out if you plan to hunt sooner. I have a vast knowledge of the Great Forest that can benefit men such as us."

And in those words, he parted.

[Rohirrim]

Khan bade Lycus good day, and turned back to Hjalbir. "So, in addition to those bows, I've got swords, throwing knives, axes, nets, various assorted polearms, and something you may like, javelins. I figured maybe at your size you'd make the best use of them of us all. Oh, I've also got a few pieces of enchanted light armor I picked up in Skyrim, and they're specifically enchanted for hunters. Would you be interested in any of that?"

[Uleni Athram]

Somehow Hjalbir didn't this Lycus' declaration about 'hunters that transcends this world.' Maybe he was talking about those magickal familiars most sorcerors use as guard-dogs. They were good for combat, but Hjalbir doubted their use in hunting. The natural animals of this world had keen sensors for the scent of the supernatural after all.

If so, Hjalbir didn't peg Lycus like some kind of magician. He exumes power, yes, but the kind of power one would expect from warriors, not wizards.

Still, whatever works, works. Hjalbir wasn't choosy about tools.

"So, in addition to those bows," Khan was saying to him now, after Lycus left, "I've got swords, throwing knives, axes, nets, various assorted polearms, and something you may like, javelins. I figured maybe at your size you'd make the best use of them of us all."

Hjalbir declined.

"I'll be bringing along my own bow in addition to that composite bow you will give. Javelins won't be necessary."

His bow, made just for him, was among the largest in weapon size categories. His arrows, carefully fletched to match his bow, were comparable to short spears in length and thickness. In fact, thinking about it now, maybe he COULD use those javelins for something. As ammunition for his bow. It would mean work and time, but it always helped to be prepared.

"On second thought, yes. I think I'll have some of those javelins."

"Oh, I've also got a few pieces of enchanted light armor I picked up in Skyrim, and they're specifically enchanted for hunters. Would you be interested in any of that?"

Hjalbir looked at the Khajiit with a small flash of incredulity in his star-glittering, metallic eyes.

"Are there any recompensations or any sort of fee on the use of your gear, Tribune? It seems to me that you're almost willing for people to use your gear for free."

[Rohirrim]

Khan smiled. "All I ask is that a portion of each edible kill be given to the festival-goers. I've been wanting to cook boar all year, and the wife's having me eat 'cabbage-apple salad' for dinner, says all the women in the Imperial City make it." Khan made a fainting gesture. "Mot enough damn substance to that rabbit food, I tell you. I rather fancy myself one of those ancient Nordic Warrior-Chefs they tell about in the legends." Khan laughed at his own terrible joke.

"So, what's the main quarry you want to go after? Myself I'm partial to fox and Minotaur".

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[Elisabeth Hollow]

Kayla, Chorrol City Chapel

Warmth spread through the limbs of the unconscious Altmer as the healers worked on her extensive injuries. Numbness and chill gave way to tingling sensations in her gut as the flesh mended itself with the help of magick. Her system was cleaned out, all infections cleared with the help of potions they gently poured down her throat.

She sat up and looked at her garments. A thin gown was given to he to wear, her own sleeping garments most likely tossed or burned, given their ruined, shredded state. A quick peek in her bag revealed that the potions that had spilled on her spare clothes had dried. She silently told herself to make use of the laundering services at the Goblet once she returned.

She suddenly frowned. How long was I out? She asked herself. She packed up her things, thanking the healers and giving them as many septims as she could spare for their services and walked out of the chapel in her potion-stained clothing. Her baggy tan pants, several pockets sewn on had green spots down at the hem, giving her the appearance of wading through sludge.

She sighed. Those were damn good poisons. Her brown shirt had dark pink stains on the back from her healing potions. She shifted her pack on her shoulder and kept Dawnbreaker close by. She was surprised she hadn't been kicked out of the temple, or refused service and allowed to languish in pain for having a daedric artifact in her possession. She hoped the healers were ignorant as to what weapon she possessed.

She pushed open the gates and began to make her way southward, towards the inn. Keeping an eye out for anyone else on the road, the Nordic Altmer's stomach rumbled. Eventually, the inn came into view and as she passed the stables, she heard the whinny of a horse.

That's...Drathen's horse. Is he here? Was he rescued?

She eagerly opened the door, hoping to see the prim nobleman's face.

[Darkness Eternal]

Draken ran his fingers along the cold, metal contours of his rings. He had already feasted on the bloodied meat and had his fill of fine wine, but even pounds of flesh or an entire bottle was not enough to hold off his preternatural hunger.

He had to admit that the bit of blood was enough to nearly heal the sun-scarred tissue on his cheek, giving it the look of a dried cut. As hidden in shadow, most would not notice the very slight change in skin tone. He was still pale and would easily be confused for a man with a common cold. Right now, however, a bit of rest was in order.

A few pints of red nectar would change that.

Draken glanced around the inn with a more pragmatic eye and was on his way to a room when he caught glimpse of the Orc by her side.

By the Daedra, is that even a woman? Or a walking plank?

The noble headed over to the stairs when the entrance door of the inn opened and a most unwanted guest entered. At first he didn't think much of the thin-gowned, pink-stained clothed woman. But as a second passed he soon recognized Kayla in all of her unglorious form.

So, Draken thought coldly. You survived your wounds afterall. Why does the grave refuse to take you in?

He didn't let his gaze linger for too long. He turned his head, bowed it and took a few steps toward the stairs. With this multitude of cattle grazing about the tavern, he'd hoped he could at least blend in enough to retreat to his room. If she so much as saw those burns he would have to conjure some sad, sob tale about being attacked and right now he wasn't in a particular mood for storytelling.

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[Uleni Athram]

Khan smiled. "All I ask is that a portion of each edible kill be given to the festival-goers. I've been wanting to cook boar all year, and the wife's having me eat 'cabbage-apple salad' for dinner, says all the women in the Imperial City make it." Khan made a fainting gesture. "Mot enough damn substance to that rabbit food, I tell you. I rather fancy myself one of those ancient Nordic Warrior-Chefs they tell about in the legends." Khan laughed at his own terrible joke.

"So, what's the main quarry you want to go after? Myself I'm partial to fox and Minotaur".

Hjalbir politely laughed with him and then nodded seriously.

"A fine price to pay. There is a coming festival, after all."

Hjalbir then considered Khan's next question. He pondered it for a while, then answered.

"The big ones, definitely. Minotaurs, ogres,boars. With them, I'll most likely land an arrow. I'll leave the small ones to you or the others

[Elisabeth Hollow]

Kayla headed to the bar, leaning forward against it with her open palms pressed on the edge. She glanced briefly at the Nord and Khajiit, then did a double take at the Nord. She opened her mouth to say something, then decided against it and spoke to the one dealing with the rooms. She found, to her relief, that her room was still reserved. She sighed and thanked the man, then headed upstairs.

She planned on heading upstairs, cleaning up, then coming back down for breakfast, lunch, or whatever it was nearly time for. Maybe sleeping, since she hadn't had time for that.

She inwardly nodded.

Sleep it is.

She brushed passed the hooded and cloaked man, absently patting his shoulder.

"Excuse me." She passed him and went up the stairs, the clicking of her key in the lock music to her ears. She arrived to see the place as she left it, just about. Laegon had been gracious to not take anything, though she could have sworn her urn was a different color when she left. She locked the door and stripped, stretching her cleaned and toned body before diving into the bed. She let out a salacious groan as her tense muscles relaxed as she touched the welcoming bed.

I may never leave this inn.

She fell asleep just like that, nude on top of the covers, with her sword at the foot of the bed.

[Rohirrim]

Khan smiled. "All I ask is that a portion of each edible kill be given to the festival-goers. I've been wanting to cook boar all year, and the wife's having me eat 'cabbage-apple salad' for dinner, says all the women in the Imperial City make it." Khan made a fainting gesture. "Mot enough damn substance to that rabbit food, I tell you. I rather fancy myself one of those ancient Nordic Warrior-Chefs they tell about in the legends." Khan laughed at his own terrible joke.

"So, what's the main quarry you want to go after? Myself I'm partial to fox and Minotaur".

Hjalbir politely laughed with him and then nodded seriously.

"A fine price to pay. There is a coming festival, after all."

Hjalbir then considered Khan's next question. He pondered it for a while, then answered.

"The big ones, definitely. Minotaurs, ogres,boars. With them, I'll most likely land an arrow. I'll leave the small ones to you or the others

Khan nodded. "M-hmm. That makes sense. Your arrows would have to be four, four and a half feet long to nock in that bow of yours. I figure we'll use Bran and Lycus' wolves to flush the smaller game, and I doubt we'll have any trouble but in the scenting of the monsters. How I imagine it is Lycus and I will ride around the monster, carrying nets to trap it, and you can just loose away at it." Khan paused.

"Do you ever get the feeling that there's a naked woman in close proximity?" Khan shook his head vigorously. "Must be the mead. Hmm. Stefania! A cup of orange-arrowroot tea, please. Well, honestly, now that we're on the subject of killing, what spoils do you want from each beast? I figure I'll want a side of deer and boar, and at least two quail; maybe of of the Minotaur horns, and I guess an ogre skull, or a head until I get around to cleaning it."

[Uleni Athram]

It was a sound plan to Hjalbir's ears. He was quietly thankful for the part he was given, if that was indeed the hunting plan. Hjalbir, while surprisingly adroit for his size, wasn't exactly the greatest in sneaking. Safe to say that he would be in his element if they did that way. Of course, Hjalbir knew enough to know that anything could happen in hunt. And that's not including other events that might happen.

Hjalbir then looked at Khan weirdly. A naked woman on close proximity, he says? The man was clearly getting drunk.

"Depends on the prey," Hjalbir replied to Khan's question. "Some of the meat from the smaller games for road supplies. And I'm thinking of selling Minotaur horns and Ogre teeth for some extra coin."

[mALX]

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Maxical:


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Her ears and hair were covered well by the mob cap, her tail tucked tightly into the formerly white stockings of the maid costume. If anyone did complain to the management, they couldn't tell she was Khajiit by her facial structure. For once she was grateful for her odd appearance.

RAP RAP! "Maid service, we have an urn for your room."

The door opened. "What the hell is this? You bring me a dirty urn, used by someone else? What kind of a place are you running here?"

"I just work here, Sir. Answering questions is not part of my job description." Maxical dropped the urn in front of him and hurried off.

She breathed a sigh of relief. The last urn delivered, and only a few people caught her in the act of delivering them to complain that they were full.

She hurried back to her suite to change clothes and bathe.



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[Rohirrim]

It was a sound plan to Hjalbir's ears. He was quietly thankful for the part he was given, if that was indeed the hunting plan. Hjalbir, while surprisingly adroit for his size, wasn't exactly the greatest in sneaking. Safe to say that he would be in his element if they did that way. Of course, Hjalbir knew enough to know that anything could happen in hunt. And that's not including other events that might happen.

Hjalbir then looked at Khan weirdly. A naked woman on close proximity, he says? The man was clearly getting drunk.

"Depends on the prey," Hjalbir replied to Khan's question. "Some of the meat from the smaller games for road supplies. And I'm thinking of selling Minotaur horns and Ogre teeth for some extra coin."

Khan nodded. "Completely reasonable. I can only hope Lycus will be as generous." Khan yawned, baring his fangs like a lion as he did so. "Ugh. I'm rather tired, is there anything else you want to discuss before I head up to bed?"

[Uleni Athram]

Hjalbir stretched, and relaxed into his position. The milk he drank was making him sleepy, but he wasn't ready to go to sleep yet. The Giant shook his head at the Khajiit.

"Nothing of great import. You should rest, Tribune. I'll stay here for a while longer before I go to bed. Meet the other inn-stayers here, if any are still awake. Since I'm staying over for the festival, I might as well familiarize myself with my fellow revelers."

[Rohirrim]

Hjalbir stretched, and relaxed into his position. The milk he drank was making him sleepy, but he wasn't ready to go to sleep yet. The Giant shook his head at the Khajiit.

"Nothing of great import. You should rest, Tribune. I'll stay here for a while longer before I go to bed. Meet the other inn-stayers here, if any are still awake. Since I'm staying over for the festival, I might as well familiarize myself with my fellow revelers."

"Sound advice, friend. I'll see you tomorrow, I'm off to bed, after I just take one last pass for any other potential hunters." Khan stood up and made his way to the bar, where several people were standing.

This post has been edited by Rohirrim: Aug 21 2013, 04:03 PM