Guts is bewildered an inn once full of very animated characters seems to have emptied. He thinks to him self "Me and the elf are the only two remaining."
Guts paacks away his trombone and is preparing to leave.

Link stays where he is, just sitting, thinking, glad that the music was over.
He saw the Nord start to pack his things away. He ignored him.
The inn was almost empty, must to Link's relief.
He asked the Nord a question.
"Where have I seen you before?"

A window shatters and Link stands up, scimitar instantly in his hand.

The newcomer had dark leathery wings and sharp teeth, a Vampyre A fully grown vampire, but, bat-like... And a wild one aswell, these are dangerous, REAL dangerous.
It stood and looked at Link directly in the face, showed it's fangs and rushed forward.
Link only just had enough time to jump out the way, the Vampyre crashed into the wall, stunning itself.
Link took this chance and attacked, he cut it's wing. But was knocked back by a wave of dark energy.
He got up and ran forward once again, this time cutting it's head clean off.
Link picked up the head and threw it out, then watched as the rest of the body dissolved to dust.

OOC: Note: I made a mod to create the epic creature, but I never released the mod. It had a whole Vampire/Vampyre guild type thingie, a new race and increased realism for vamps.

Just then an Imperial walks in. He has dark black hair that falls to his shoulders, and red skin that reveals that he has been in the sun a lot.
He looks battered and exhausted; like he has been travelling for a long time. He is not very tall for an imperial, but he appears rangy and nimble, and doesn't look like a sort of man to mess with.
He stands in the doorway, narrowed eyes warily regarding the inn's inhabitants, before walking over to the innkeeper. The innkeeper looks cheerful that the inn is so quiet at the moment. The Imperial regards the vampire like creature as he passes.
"A meal of some kind, and ale," He murmurs quietly.
"A meal of some kind?" The innkeeper says loudly, much to the man's evident annoyance. "Well, I've some fresh venison roasting in the oven with some bread, and it will be ready soon. In the meantime, here's your ale, and what's your name?"
"If you must know, I am named Elithaule."
"Alright then. From where do you hail?"
"I have been travelling all night and all day. I am travelling to Topal Bay to meet up with someone." His murmur has now lowered to a barely audible whisper. "The road is dangerous. I wouldn't be surprised if more than a few of your regular visitors don't turn up. I met no-one, not even any guards, and I crept along past several dark creatures. I would have welcomed a bandit or two. Now please, I will sit, I am exhausted."
He walked over to a table in a corner where no-one could approach without him seeing.
He unconsciously fingered the longsword that hang from his belt.

(btw, since when do inns get so crowded in Cyrodiil? I've never met more than 5 people in any one inn...lol)

"Well now that, that evil has been dispersed, lets get back to our drunken merriment!"

OOC: hey you can't control my innkeeper character! haha just kidding. I was absent anyways....

An Argonian opens the door, walks into the Inn, wearing only a patched sack cloth pants. He sways to the bar, stepping on several occupants's feet and sits himself down. "Wine please," he asks the bartender with a croaky voice.

Following the Argonian, a dunmer enters. Covered in the muck blackwood offers plenty off. Unnoticed by the argonian, he sits down in a corner, and waits for the argonian to leave. The barkeep yells to the sober patron: ?Are you gonna order something? The argonian sees the slave-trader, and for a split second the dunmer turns toward the bartender, thus allowing the argonian a chance to slip away. The dunmer has lost track of his prey, and replies to the barkeep, with a frown, ?Sure, why not...?

OOC: Oi, slavetrade has been abolished, leave my poor Argonian bum alone, will ya?

The grubby Argonian got up from his seat, leaving a dirty stain on the polished wood. Almost tripping over his tail, he made his way to the door rather unstable. The cheap bottle of wine, he still hadn't payed for, still in his hand. Before he opened to the door to the outside, he uncorked the bottle and emptied it in one swig. For a moment he went cross-eyed and then dropped to the floor with a resounding thud. Few moments later, the filthy heap was snoring happily.

Let me rephrase that: Illegal slavetrader.
I do, however, acknowledge the fact that you escaped, so I will go about my business.

The dunmer left the inn with some cheap wine in his belly, only to be confronted by five members of the Bravil city watch. He was then taken to the dungeons, never to be heard of again. By anyone. No matter what. HE'S DEAD!

@Norwegianchris: I hope you didn't take it too serious, it was just a lighthearted-joke. No need to pull out of this game. Maybe we can make it into a cat & mouse game?

An old man with a silvery beard runs into the inn. He is wearing torn muddy robes and a necklace that is made of rotten onions. There is a mad glimpse in his eyes. For a moment he just stands at the door and glares at everyone.
"My guar! One of you stole my magical flying guar! I'm sure of it! Give it back or I'll kill all of you!"
The old man grabs his staff and starts smashing the wall of the inn. "I'll kill your wall if you don't give me my magical flying guar! Raaaarrrgghh!!"

*Thud, Thud, Thud. The sound of AndyTbone's boots as he walks down the stairs after a long night's sleep.
*Clink, Clink, Clink. The Clinking of the iron shackles hanging from his belt as the hit each other with every step he takes.
The pieces of paper, the arrest warrants in hand AndyTbone walks past the barkeep, drops the room key on the bar and scans the patron's faces as he walks to the door, on the lookout for Cirali and an Unknown man who may go by the name Ulricht. He sees a number of new faces to the Inn tonight, comparing each face to the face of the unknown man on his arrest warrant, while still heading towards the door.

Then stops at the door abruptly, turns his head to a man sitting in a dark corner as if to hide his identity, looks at the shadow engulfed person, and then walks out the door. He has not seen the individuals on the arrest warrants for over a day now, but he knows he will be back, he knows they will be back. And he disappears out the tavern door.

As the ArchMage walks up towards the innkeeper he says

"Got any rooms my friend?" he says still a little bit drunk as he passes the septim toward the innkeeper he collapses on the floor in a drunken heap.

The bearded old man leaves the wall alone and takes a closer look at the inn.
"Ahh, I am very sorry. I think this isn't the house I was looking for. Well, now that I'm here I could take a drink. I've been chasing that guar-thief for days!"
He sits down and puts his dirty legs on the table. "I'll take two bottles of skooma and a smoked baliwog leg!"

Neekum-Kai, the Order spy, still fuming that he allowed Cirali to escape, noticed the Dunmer slaver eyeing him. "Just try it, kid" he growled. "Both my parents were Shadowscales, and I'm more lethal with a dagger than anyone else in this bar." It was clear this lizard wasn't to be messed with. The Dunmer returned to his drink, though all the patrons could see that this was not over. Neekum-Kai had decided to remain in the bar, should Cirali return. He shot the slaver a venomous look, that sent a clear message: If you want me, you'll have to take me by force.

OOC: Please more people get involved. This is the most fun thread I've been on in ages, and I really want my character, Neekum-Kai to continue as I think I can develop him well

OOC: do i have to come up with a character sheet for this one?

It was clear the bar was back to ordinary business, thought Cirali, as he peered into the inn using a Detect Life spell. He crept through an upstairs window with his vampiristic agility, straightened his formal attire, and walked downstairs, his smile hiding his deformed canines. It was evident that he had tried to pass off the earlier incident as non-existant, by wandering down as if his refreshing nap had only just subsided, and he most certainley had something in store for the Virtuous Blood Argonian and the Bounty Hunter. Cirali was not always a runner, and his life had had many experiencing chases. Tiring of this one, he decided he would deal with this once and for all - If he could kill the pursuers, then it would be easy to move to one of his many safehouses scattered about the cities. Yes, Cirali was rich and thus, very well prepared. It would be a simple task to change his name and such - but he was saddened by the fact that his original name, Cirali, would never be used again. But the endless prejudice against vampires, even non-killing ones such as himself, was endless, and you needed to be well prepared. And if sacrifices and murders had to be made, so be it.

And so, he wandered smartly down to the bar and ordered his usual wine, in plain view of his quarry.

no character sheets people, its just a mess around fun rp! but just stay in the inn! and don't kill each other. originally i intended for this to be a place where you could come RP your character that your playing in Oblivion right now. and you would come to the Drunken Dragon to share your stories of the day, and have a cold drink! hehe

After sitting for a while the old man realized that the inns don't serve smoked baliwog legs, like in his home realm, the Shivering Isles. He stood up and muttered:
"Pah! I wonder where that guar-thief went. I'm not going back to the Shivering Isles without my magical flying guar."
He opened the door and a rain drop fell on his hand. "The rain... no! Not the rain! This is the end!", he screamed hysterically and slammed the door shut.
"I will have to make a magical shield. The rain will devour us all!" He took out some white paint and drew a magical symbol on the floor. Then he sat on the symbol and began whispering mysterious, dark magical words.

Link looked at the wizard, then looked at Neekum-Kai, he mouthed. "Crazy" And pointed at the wizard.
Neekum-Kai nodded.

Elithaule frowns as the man leaves, sniffing his glass, and suddenly throws it to the ground, smashing it, and drawing his sword.
"Poisoned", he yells furiously, his tired eyes alight with fire. (Not literally).
While this happens a cloaked Khajiit quickly approaches a hooded man and passes a purple bottle labelled "Skooma" over, receiving a bag. He quickly sits down again.

The unknown drunken Argonian briefly lifts his head when he strangely enough hears the weird chants from the old man. With blurry eyes he takes a few glimpses around when suddenly his glare focuses on something unseen by anybody else. He starts to tremble, jumps up and much faster and more steady anyone could ever imagine from someone who had been lying on the floor in a, obviously, alcoholic delirium a few moments before, fled out of the Inn with a crazed yell. Yiiiaaaaaaarrrrggghhhhh....

A tall nord bursts in with with the urgancy of a person who has just drank a two liters of water and very urgently needs to relive themselfs.
*runs up to the bar*
"Do you sell moon sugar!?!, please i need moon sugar! i have money!, lots of money!!!.*turns around* DOES ANYONE HAVE MOON SUGAR!?!?!?!"

The spell of the old man is interrupted by the yell and he sees the Argonian running out of the inn. He runs after him, apparently thinking that the rain will destroy him.
"Oi! Are you a fool!? The rain will devour you, get back to the inn if you want to live!", he shouts at the Argonian.
For a moment he waits but closes the door as the Argonian isn't coming back. "Foolish Argonian. Well, it isn't my problem if he wants to end his life in the rain!"
As the old man hears the rumbling of thunder, he nearly has a heart attack and locks himself in the cellar.
"Oh lord Sheogorath, why is this happening? First the rain and now the thunder!"