"I never would have thought....do you have a monopoly on the fishing market in Morrowind and where else are you situated in Tamriel?" to be honest Lucien wasn't really interested in the conversation no longer. The political discussion was interesting for the short-term but his long-term interest was lacking. He thought that he may be here for awhile and perhaps later someone else may join in the discussion, making it a little more interesting. Due to having nothing else to do and his close proximity to the bar he though he should stay. Afterall he knew this man more than anyone else on the ship and conversations might not be so easy to obtain as everyone else seemed to have found one.
"Also, how much money on average do you make from your little buisness? Now I know that Hlaalu don't use slaves much although they have the power to do so if they wished, what is your primary labour force? And why don't you try expanding your buisness into Vvardenfell if your already well situated on the mainland?" he quizzed the man these questions, perhaps with all the spare money Lucien had inherited he may buy a share of the mans buisness with an 'investment'. Afterall if it was profitable then there could be no harm done with a little 'money on the side'. His own private income, independant from his family.

OOC : To others who have approved sheet's , please post . It can even be soemthing little , it just seems a slow start with darth and Jim only posting . That being said , lets liven things up a bit .

IC :

Sarel and Lucien are quietly drinking and talking , but the devilish reality of the matter is unknown to them . They are completely oblivious to the danger they are about to face....

A waiter walks in stumbling gait up to the two , as if he were drunk . His formal coat is soaked in what looks like sweat and thin tar , and his eyes glow a most alarming white . His pupils are shrunk to the size of pinhead's , and his snarl twitches with insane unease . His hair is ruffled and uncombed , his skin white with fear and sweaty . He seems to be holding a drink's tray filled with scotch and brandy .

"Get you a drink sir's?" he try's to ask , but he stumbles over his long legs and trips over . The tray goes flying and he gets up , his face filled with rage . He grips his head and lets out a shrill scream , something that quietens the ball room .

"The pounding! I can't get it out of my head! The voices! They spoke to me and they told me to...to Kill!" He cries , a smile erupting across his face as the final word comes from his mouth . He laughs a terrible laugh into Sarel's face .

"The robes! The chanting! But they cannont hear you , only speak! The mist they chant! It comes...up!"

The man is babbling , but as other's dismiss him , waiting for guards to take him away....he produces a long knife from his jacket pocket and looks at Sarel menacingly....

"They need your flesh...your blood! To bring him back! And I shall give it!"

OCC: Sorry for my absence. I've been busy with things


IC

Thoris looks around spotting the man with the knife. Shocked, he quickly pulls a knife from his robe (Remember his little magic trick) and throws it at the man's back. The blade sticks into the back of the waiters head, causing him to fall forward landing motionless.

Thoris walks over to the two men greetingly. "That was sure something was'nt it!" thoris jokes holding his hand out to the men.

IC: Sarel was about to answer Lucien's question when a bumbling mad waiter approached the two. As the man drew a knife, Sarel reached for his letter opener (Since it was made out of a cliffracer claw, it was the closest thing to a weapon Sarel had), Only to see the man seemingly Killed by an altmer. Sarel was quite startled by the whole event, but still managed to shake the altmers hand and reply to his greeting. "Yeah... Its not every day that your attacked by an insane waiter. Thanks For the assistance. My name is Sarel Saronyi and this is Lucien Asutrias."

OOC: well that was a bit...uber . Can we take some time with the encounter rather have someone instantly kill it with ease next time? This RP isnt like that . I was planning for that to be a tough and lengthy fight :shrug:

IC :

Blood spurts from the back of the Waiter's head , causing shrieks of terror to resonate throughout the whole ballroom . Some people run outside to vomit , whilst others just stand with morbid fascination . The body still twitches creepily , and for a moment it would seem that he was still alive .

It doesnt take long for guards to show up and pick the man up . Obviously displeased with the Altmer's intervention , they look upon him with a frown . "Bit extreme , dont you think . Let us handle it next time , we could of subdued him rather than recklessly killed him" one of the Guards exclaims .

This encounter did not however , have no effect on Sarel . He looses 2 sanity for almost being attacked by the deranged madman . One wonders what he was on about?

OOC: Heres my sheet, forgot to post it sooner.

Name : Andrea Veronique
Age :23
Race : Imperial/Redgaurd
Sanity : 100

General Appearance : Very attractive, quite slight features, Tanned skin and dark hair, looks like she puts very little effort into her appearance, Slightly toned, slender figure.

Personality : Promiscuous and slightly stuck-up, has an odd habit of hating people for no reason, or liking people for no reason as well. A bit of a [censored].

Clothing : Mostly wears a blue and gold dress, several other outfits and her pajamas

Miscellaneous items : A hairbrush, a mirror

Miscellaneous Info : Very ticklish, a small amount drives her mad.

Biography : The daughter of a count of a small town, she is used to getting things her way, and is slightly spoilt because of it. When she heard of the cruise, she demanded to get a ticket, and her father willingly obliged. She looks forward to the trip greatly, as she could meet lots of new people, but she has no idea of the horrors that will be entailed...


I will post in charecter soon.

Lucien was about to start sipping from his drink when a waiter offered him another. He answered without looking at him "No thanks sir I'm all....." he turned his head to face the newcomer and suddenly dropped his wine glass with fright at the sight of the man, he looked a complete state to the noble. Before Lucien could recover the man started screaming and babbling about voices in his head and pulled out a knife, obviously about to kill Sarel and then him. However suddenly the man lurched and fell forward with a dagger sticking out the back of his head and blood spurting everywhere.

"Bloody hell!" was all Lucien could shout, his whole body almost paralysed from the shocking encounter. The Altmer he witnessed previously in conversation with an Imperial walked forward holding out his hand as some guards dragged the body away. Although he saved Lucien and Sarels life, it was still quite extreme what he did. "Don't you think that was slightly.....too far, killing the man like that" he asked the Altmer with a fierce stare in his eyes.

OOC : Alrighty folks Im going to close this sign up thread . It seems we have enough people for now and no ones expressing any interest at the moment in joining so I shall leave positions open as we play along .

The new thread will be in-game and bad things will start happening :chaos:

~Atomic

Closed per request.