then the orc who has been in the back thinks to him self
" wow i wish i found this inn sooner this is more interesting that the Shivering Isles"

It was 5 am when the ArchMage climbed back through the window.

"Hmm I think that I would like a drink"He whispered to himself.

OOC: Perapsam I read your post do you want any help killing Cirali off?

The Argonian awakes. "It wants a fight? What does it want?" the Argonian said to the Khajiit.

The Khajiit stands up, and leaves, wishing everyone a "Good Morning" on his way out.

Link kicked the attacker off of him. His visions blurred and he threw his dagger to the left, where the attacker was actually to the right of him. Link felt himself be picked up, then heard a crash and noticed he was falling out the window. Link just managed to grab hold of a beam sticking out of the outside wall and hung there.

OOC: Lol wtf?

Elithaule did not wait to see if he had fallen or not.
He ran downstairs, and then cast a spell.
He was now invisible to the naked eye. He longed to leave, and get away from danger, for he been within a hair's breath of getting killed, but he knew he had to find out who the attacker was, so he skulked in a corner, unknown to the patrons.
Hopefully the attacker would come back in, and think that he fled, and then he could perhaps find information.

OOC: I wasn't going to ruin your char and wound him, don't worry. I left it open what would happen. Hmm, now that I think about it, it would have been better to talk...but too late now lol.

Link walked back in, casting a "See the invisible" custom spell he had made, he saw the man who had attacked him in the corner. And raised his arms, mouthing. "It wasn't supposed to be you." Then he sat down and looked for the man he had meant to kill, a vampire. Cirali.

OOC: Cirali was downstairs the whole time...so why did you follow me upstairs then? :facepalm:

A trapdoor is heard being opened in the basemant of the inn. Everyone stops and silently stares at the source of the noise. The sound of a sword being sheathed is heard and then an Altmer walks in, wearing akaviri-styled robes. The occupants of the inn notice that the Altmer is not wearing any footwear and is holding a small gem.

He yawns and strolls over next to Turns-the-Page. After listening to some music, the Altmer hands 6 gold coins to the Argonian and motions for her to continue. He closes his eyes and listens to the relaxing tune.

The seemingly insane Argonian gets down from the barstool, and seats himself next to the newcomer High Elf, and glances at the gem he is holding.

AndyTbone woke up. It seems that while drinking he fell asleep, still sitting at the table, with his head lying on it.
He seemed to be a bit sober after drinking a few bottles of Ale to commiserate the job he had to arrest Cirali for the Cyrodil High Council being canceled. He sat up straight, looked around the room. He looked at his wrists to see that he had shackled himself up with a pair of his Wrist Irons, to stop himself from wandering around while he was drunk.

He managed to reach the keys on his belt and removed the Wrist Irons. He put the Irons on his belt next to the other pair and saw the 2nd arrest warrant he was carrying still on the table, he rolled it up and tucked it behind his belt.

He sat in his chair for a while thinking whether he would continue working for the High Council or just rip up the contract and find new work, maybe even chase a different career path. After all, the Council had 'defaulted' on the work he was so involved with, he had been after Cirali for a long time, and had gotten to know him very well, even if Cirali knew nothing of him, or did he?

He pondered the thought of ending his contract with the High Council, and an excited smile came to his face. The only useful thing about his job was the authority that came with it. His job was to pursue and arrest people the guard could not. It would be very handy to keep this authority if he ended his contract.

He stood from his seat and walked to the stairs, and walked up to his room. He went into his room for a decent sleep, and to think about how he could end his contract with the Council while keeping the perks he had with it.

Cirali stomped downstairs, but instead of his finery of the past few days, he wore a gleaming, full set of Amber Armor. Cirali's matching gold eyes shone out of the helmet as he looked at everyone in the room. He sat in the corner, awaiting Serpine, to head for the battle.

OOC: This change in class is because I accidentally deleted Cirali on my game a while ago. I decided to make him again, same race and name and hair and eye colour, but a custom class, called Enchanter, which is like a Mage but drops Alchemy, Mysticism and Alteration for Light Armor, Blade, and Armororer. That leaves my favourite magicks (Illusion, Conjuration, Destruction) and the neccessary Restoration, while kicking out the easy to train or mostly useless ones for Light Armor and support for it, because it looks pretty amazing and is good for enchanting.

And why is everyone hunting my character? I might just cure him because I've got ten gamers on my heels.

Cirali isn't dying anymore either because of his remake.

/OOC

the orc that was in the back of the room gets up and goes upstairs without talking to anyone but he had an aura of someone who is ready to kill

meanwhile the ragged Khajiit continued to laugh at the drunken Argonian, before suddnely dropping dead for no reason.

OOC: So, Cirali isn't a vampire anymore? Aww, I was having fun! Still, Cirali pissed off Neekum-Kai...

Neekum-Kai strode over to Cirali, who was now in his Full Amber Set. Neekum-Kai had also donned new apparel, in the form of a robe, which was a dark crimson colour. The colour of blood. "So, are we still on for Fort Blueblood? Just in case you need dissuading, take a look at this". He lifted his robe to show his dagger holster. Removing the dagger, he muttered an incantation and a white light passed over the length of the dagger. It was no longer the rusted iron disaster he had produced earlier. It was now clean, sharp, and most strikingly of all, a colour which matched his robes exactly. A faint humming, almost visible, surrounded the blade. "No?" enquired Neekum-Kai. "You still want to go ahead? I can see you like violence. Well, then you're gonna love me..."

AndyTbone comes down the stairs after only about an hour of rest. He sees Cirali and Neekum-Kai together and says "Ah Cirali, how you doing? Oh and Neekum-Kai, I see you and Cirali are finally getting along, thats great"

He says with a smile, anyone would think hes been at the skooma but he hasn't.

"Oh nice armor, and those robes look great, wait a minute! Did you two trade clothes? Wow you really must be getting along great! Did you take my advise, and get to know him a bit eh Neekum, it payed off I see. Well you two have fun, I'm off to quit a job!

He said excitedly, then he drops his key off with the barkeep and walks out the door.

"I do not love violence. You are merely a problem to be solved." Cirali sighed. "I don't understand. I do not kill, Neekum-Kai. I need blood to live, I take it sparingly. I am not a filthy animal that they speak of. I write, I study, I research."

Cirali fixed the Argonian with a hard, cold stare. "You are nothing but a hypocrite. Filthy, am I? I'm not the one who slices open all they can find. Animal, am I? Have YOU dedicated yourself to a life of study and assistance of others?"

The Altmer leaned back on his seat. "I'm sure you do not mind that I brought help. He has not come, I imagine he is waiting at Blueblood."

"I do not look forward to this, Argonian. Today, one of us may die. But I will do whatever it takes to make sure it is not me"

And with that the High Elf walked out of the inn, unsheathing a matching Amber dagger from a holster, yet as he took it out, the blade froze over with a sheet of ice, crackling with electrical energy. Outside, Cirali mounted a white Unicorn, which whinnied and set off at full speed southeast.

OOC: lol, he is a Vampire still! I was just annoyed at how many people hated Cirali's guts. But yeah, still a Vamp.

After checking the time the Breton sighed

"Well I suppose thats it, time to go" He said looking around making sure no one was looking. Then he toke out his staff, and looked at it. then he spoke to it saying "Take me to Fort Blueblood"

And with that the ArchMage teleported.


OOC: Ok your still a vamp good. I like Vampires.

Teleport!?

My character should be your apprentice.

A well dressed Imperial man walks into the Inn and approaches the bar. "Hello," he says to the bartender in a mild southern accent. It was easy to see that he was pretty slow in the head. "My name's Forrest, Forrest Gump. Could I have a little beer?"

It was clear that Neekum-Kai was worried. As Cirali and his reinforcements left the Inn, he muttered something about fighting with honour, but he knew he was on his own. Still, Neekum-Kai was as close as it gets to the ultimate fighter. He had been approached by the Dark Brotherhood, purely because of his skill. Not because of some star sign like his parents. When he refused, the Brotherhood had sent 3 assassins to kill him. He slew all of them within a minute. He knew that if he had his wits about him, he'd be back in the Inn within an hour, while the honourless vampire lay dead. And with that, he swallowed the rest of his wine, and left the Inn, slamming the door behind him, looking fierce in his blood-red robes, with his matching dagger, which he had already produced...

A well armored Argonian named "Pride-Claws" walks into the bar. He sees the drunken Argonian, and yells at him, "Idiot, I told you not to be drinkin'! "
"I know, I know..." Replied the other Argonian
"I've been lookin' all over Cyrodil for you!"
"Well then its a good thing you found me tonight. If it were tomorrow night, I'd be in Morrowind."
The armored Argonian throws the drunken Argonian a bag of gold. "Get outta here!" he growls.
The drunken Argonian stands up, and walks out into the night. The armored Argonian takes a seat at an unnoccupied table, looks at every patron in the pub, and then orders a schooner of Cyrodillic Brandy.

The ragged Khajiit gets up after recovering from his dead-moment.

He sees the Argonians arguing.

"BWAHAHAHAHA!!!"

Elithaule, realising that any plot involving him no longer made any sense, stood up to leave.
As he got up, he picked up the cup by mistake, and swore, realising what would happen.
He ran towards the door, but to no avail; an Imperial Legion Guard had run towards him.
"Stop! You violated the law! Pay the court a fine or serve your sentence. Your stolen goods are now forfeit!
You have a choice to pay gold, go to jail, or you can resist arrest."
Elithaule stood there for a moment, and then pulled out his sword. He then appeared to change his mind, and he sheaved his sword again.
"I will go to jail. And break out with the lockpick you give me." He disappeared, and the guard went and sat down.

About an hour later, Neekum-Kai returned to the Inn. "Disaster!" he moaned. "How am I supposed to slay them if they're all invisible?! That mage cast some sort of spell on them so I couldn't see anything! I had to run".

At that moment, an aged High Elf, Faminar, approached the Argonian. He was dressed in bottle-green robes, and had a pet Imp at his side. "Problems with magic? I can fix that for you. I used to be in the Mages' Guild, before I retired. Made it fairly high, and many thought that if I applied myself more, I could have been Arch-Mage. I like the look of you, so I'll help you out. Just let me know when you want to go."

"I don't need your help!" snapped Neekum-Kai. He breathed in, recomposed himself, and apologised. "I'm sorry. I am very grateful that you've offered and I would love your help. Thank you very much. I don't think we should leave just yet, though. Cirali and his bulldog will surely return here, so you can assess them here. Speak to them. Find out their weakness. If you're as good as you say you are, a simple charm spell should do it. This changes things. Now I might have a fighting chance. Thank you, kind sir...".

As Neekum-Kai strode away, Faminar smiled to himself. Now he could get revenge on his childhood friend who had wronged him so many years ago, when he left Faminar to die while he ran from the wolves. Cirali was a dead man...