Zalphon looks at the new comer and says, "Well, I must take my leave, the suppliers don't wait to long."

Quick-Strike sighed and said, "Lets go, Zalphon."

Zalphon and his argonian friend left the inn.

OOC: Im going to bring in a new character.

Name - Gold-Heart

Race - Argonian (Morrowind Breed)

Skin Color - Greenish-Gray

Eye Color - Argonian

Class - Wizard

Favored Attributes - Intelligence, Willpower

Major Skills - Destruction, Mysticism, Restoration, Alteration, Conjuration

Minor Skills - Alchemy, Illusion, Speechcraft, Unarmored, Athletics

Clothing - Blue Exquisite Clothing (Shirt, Skirt, Shoes, Gloves, Belt, Exquisite Sapphire Amulet, Exquisite Emerald and Ruby Rings)

Weapons - Ebony Staff

Misc.: Journal, Expert Alchemy Set, Quill, Ink, five-hundred gold.

Biography: Gold-Heart was born in captivity, as a young girl she was sent to lick hist, and came back as a normal argonian. Her master, Mistress Therana released her after she told her, she would join House Telvanni. Really she ran, as fast as she could! She made it to Balmora, she had a commoner's skirt, and a commoner's shirt, then after she joined, she helped out a bit and went to the clothier and purchased her outfit. Finally she went to Cyrodiil to escape the wrath of House Telvanni, the Morag Tong were hunting her. Finally King Helseth Hlaalu banished slavery and she was free within the bounds of Cyrodiil. There she entered the Drunken Dragon Inn, to get a quick drink.

Gold-Heart looked in the inn and seen a disgusted dark elf and an irritated argonian leaving, she was curious but entered anyway. She sat down and said to the bartender, "Flin, please."

The bartender looked at her and asked, "What in the nine's name is an argonian doing here, shouldn't you be working for some rich noble?"

Gold-Heart showed her fangs and said, "Flin, please."

The bartender looked at a bottle and said, "Fresh out..."

Gold-Heart sighed and said, "Cyrodiilic Brandy."

The bartender looked at another bottle and said, "Fresh out, sorry..."

Gold-Heart stared at the bottle and said, "Its right there..."

The bartender said, "Sorry, that is only for customers who aren't worthless scum."

Gold-Heart sighed and asked, "Im a mage, not a thief, can I please have some flin?"

The bartender looked at her and said, "Fine, but if you run, I have a bow."

Gold-Heart nodded and took the bottle and poured it into a goblet.

She sipped the goblet and said to the nearby dunmer, "Please tell me your not another racist."

Gold-Heart looked at the bosmer and looked back at her drink.

OOC: Hello.

Name: Susanna Renette

Nickname: Zanna, "That Freak with the dragon"

Race: Breton

Gender: Female

Age: 20

Birthsign: The Apprentice

Physical description: Zanna is a pale, unathletic, bookish-looking girl with a heart-shaped face, pointy chin, thin nose and sweet smile. Her eyes are large sickly green orbs full of innocence and inquisitiveness, and her body is like an energy explosion waiting to happen. Her hair is thick honey-blonde and worn loose. Her build is curvy, having not lost them to a warrior's way of life. On first glance, she is fairly average, but at a closer look she can be quite cute.

About the character: There are few spells that are safe from Susanna Renette's experimental hands. What is peculiar about Zanna is how she applies them- Zanna deals mostly in close-range and touch spells, though she can make the effects pretty large or minute. As a grandmaster enchanter, you'd think Zanna would get a lot of interest, but as it is her great skill is kept a secret. She is an amazing inventor and is fantastic in her knowledge of history and ancient magical spells. She is also obsessed with Ayleids and Dwemer in particular. Though highly skilled, being an inventor is highly experimental, and thus most of her projects fail- and fail spectacularly. As Zanna has devoted all of her time to magic, she is completely skilless in other areas- something she doesn't seem to mind at all.

Weapons: Zanna carries a glass dagger.

Armor/Clothing: Zanna wears a blue-and-green plaid shirt with a brown bodice over the top. She also wears a long tan skirt and green velvet shoes. Atop her head sits a pair of enchanted dwemer goggles and she often wears a brown cloak when travelling.

Misc. Items: A mechanical/magical dragon by the name of Erloire. Erloire is about as big as a cat, and is made of scrap metal. His body resembles the skeleton of a dragon, but it is filled out with cold blue fire, stemming from the varla stone at his centre. This fire does not extend to his wings, which are simply metal frames. Erloire communicates mostly by whistling (letting off steam),(snapping his jaws) and by his actions. Whether or not he understands people is unclear, and Zanna uses spells to give commands.

Short History: Zanna is an inventor, and thus was often discredited at school. Apprenticed to the Arcane University, she was bullied young for her eccentric nature and bizarre magical theories, and for her many failures. Since then, she has advanced to the rank of Wizard in the guild, and has been shunted from chapter to chapter, nobody wanting to keep her long as explosions and disasters seem to follow her wherever she goes.
IC:

Susanna Renette stumbled through the door in the inn, her ragged blonde hair in disarray and a metal dragon clinging to her shoulder. It would not take anyone long to tell she was a mage. The expensive dagger on her hip looked as if it had never been used before, the relic goggles perched on her head appeared highly impractical, and apart from everything else, she was as pale as if she had just been pushed from the womb.

What would not be apparent was that they would be looking at the secret grandmaster of enchantment- a secret because nobody in their wildest dreams would believe Susanna Renette was grandmaster of anything more than unexpected explosions and weird obsessions.

Zanna wandered aimlessly around the inn for a few moments, as if uncertain as to what to do. She seemed to hardly notice the bosmer and argonian sitting cosily nearby. Eventually, she wandered up to the bar- quite as if by accident- and asked in a high, nervous voice, "Can I have a glass of water?"

The dunmer serving stared at her for a moment, his jaw clenching and unclenching, as if trying to exactly how much he hated this breton, then said, "That'll be twenty gold pieces."

The girl blinked. "Well, that's expensive," she said conversationally. "I suppose you're going through a drought, are you? Here you are..." And she handed over twenty gold pieces.

The dunmer's lips twitched against his will. Considering she was one of the most intelligent people in Vvardenfell- on a scale of one to one hundred, she'd probably be one hundred and ten- she could be extraordinarily dim. This was due to an extreme naivety.

She collected her glass of water and sat down at a table. To the surprise of the bartender, the metal dragon leapt down from her shoulder to clatter onto the table. He clacked his jaws at her in a creak of metal hinges, and proceeded to stare at Zanna, who was quite unperturbed as she sipped from her glass.

EDIT: Corrected the appalling layout of my CS. Sorry for the long post.

Gold-Heart looked at her and said, "Greetings, Breton..."

Zalphon! Don't go from relatively long posts to one-liners again!

OOC: Alright...

Gold-Heart sipped her drink. staring at the one who had a mechanical dragon whelp with her.

I hope this breton isn't one of the freakish dragon tamers that i've read about.

Gold-Heart then said to the breton, "So breton, what are you doing here?"

I must know what this breton is up to, you can never trust witchfolk.

Susanna was confused when the argonian addressed her, somewhat harshly in her opinion. She looked down into her glass of water, then back up at the argonian. "Er... drinking..." she said, clearly uncertain as to how that was not apparent.

Erloire clacked his jaws and let off steam, whistling rudely at the argonian. Zanna touched Erloire with a finger, muttering, "Shut up." Magicka infused her words, and the dragon was silenced- curious, considering the construct did not have vocal chords.

The dragon glared at the mage, but could now make no noise. Looking a little confused, Zanna asked the argonian hesitantly, "Er... what are you doing here?"

There seemed to be a strange ettiquette in this place.

OOC: Sorry, I'm a bit confused. Are we in Cyrodil or Morrowind?
Aria turned to the Breton. "Sorry about the barkeeper, he seems to be in a bad mood. Actually he hasn't got my drink yet, the s'wit."
She walked up to the bar. "So, are you going to insult me too, or are you going to realise that you don't want blood on the floor and get my drink?"
"You wouldn't-"
She pulled out a sword.
"Try me."
"Okay, okay. But call me a s'wit again and I'll shoot you."
"I'll tell the others to watch out. You couldn't hit me from a meter away."
She walked back to the table. The Breton was asking Gold-Heart why she was here.
"Let me give you some advice friend . Some of us don't have stories to share with a stranger. Really this place is more like the end of the world. Sometimes people...disappear."

OOC: I haven't the foggiest. :/ I can only assume Morrowind, since the dunmer wouldn't be so aggressive in Cyrodiil, and there isn't a Cammonna Tong there either.
IC:

Zanna looked extremely taken aback, and somewhat frightened by the bosmer's blatant aggression and her methods of intimidation.

The young breton had a great deal of experience with bullies. In the Arcane University, she had been constantly ridiculed for her eccentric ways and her peculiar grasp of magic. She had been greatly disliked for her talent, too. Then, when she had graduated, she was disliked for being an Inventor, a class considered wholly useless by most, and because, no matter how hard she worked, she was still an oddball.

Thus, whatever the barkeeper was like, she found herself disliking the bosmer even more. If the dunmer was racist, that was his problem; but aggression was clearly this Aria's.

"I think we'll leave you to your conversation," said Zanna artlessly, scooping up her still silent mechanical dragon as he made rude gestures at the argonian, and moving to sit at another table. She realised as she sat down that she had left her glass of water, and mentally berated herself.

She rummaged in her pack and drew out a hefty amount of scrap metal, laying it on the table. She then took out a piece of chalk. Moving more swiftly and efficiently than she looked capable of, she drew a circle around the table, taking care that she stood on the inside. Then she murmured, "Shield," and crooked her fingers in a complicated weave. The chalk flashed brightly with purple flames, which quickly grew to form a translucent purple bubble around the table the young mage would be sitting at. None would be able to pass through it.

Content that she was now safe from crossbows, swords, and scary people, Zanna decided that she could settle down to a good healthy bit of magic.

Lurking... as usual. :shifty:



I thought roleplaying was about having fun? I didn't realize it had literary standards to live up to.

If you aren't going to play, why ruin their fun by restricting what they can and cannot do in a ROLEPLAYING forum?

Just wondering. It seems a little pointless to hover over them like this.

oOc: The Drunken Dragon Inn is in Cyrodiil, not Morrowind.

Gold-Heart stood up and looked at the person who just spoke to her... She stared into her Aria's eyes for just a second and asked calmly, "Is that so, have anything to hide, I am just trying to help a fellow mage out?"

This damned fool is irritating...

Gold-Heart sat back down and sipped her drink, and then told the breton, "Me, I am a freed slave, trying to get a new start, Mistress Therana freed me after slavery was abolished, because she saw potential in me..."

Well, it is his choice. And quite frankly, who cares what the rest of the fan-fiction forum think of us? I have never had enough time on my hands to enter a proper rp. I knew I would not have the time to write properly, and I knew I'd often be absent, so I just entered this for a bit of fun. I even found I usually had no time to come back to this, let alone enter a "serious" roleplay.

OOC: Riveon then this is the place for you, we're just doing casual stuff, come aboard

The reason people (and even myself at times) get angry at this is because it builds up god awful habbits. Seriously spend a month or two in this and then join a REAL RP and you'll be lost, because all you know how to do is write short posts with more often or not, poor grammar and spelling (if you're not an english speaker then fair enough. This does seemed to have improved however and seeing as Illusionary has joined (which I really am quite suprised at frankly) maybe this may get better.

Basically some people just see it as a stupid place where ''n00bs'' hang out. Like I said the reason I don't like it much is because it doesn't get you very well prepared for real RP's. But if you're not ever going to join one, then so be it.

Illusionary and I spoke, and hes here to help me fix up this place, this is still the worst RP on the forums, but we're trying to make it respectable

Illusionary is a she Out of interest, is this ever going to have any kind of plot or anything? I'm suprised it has kept going for so long with just random nonsense. Hopefully that'll be changed also.

OOC: The Drunken Dragon Inn has a plot...a place where people sit, have a drink, and talk, but I plan on changing that as well, when we meet, the King of Marauders, who will try to pillage the inn, and us, the adventurers will fight him off (hopefully), if we should survive that, then we must track down his marauder army, destroy them, and then I think of another thing...

It keeps going because once a week somebody summons a horde of undead.

That sounds like a rather lame plot (no offense) but it's better than sitting around doing nothing but stupid and ridiculous things. And sitting and drinking isn't really having a plot, just an endless loop of weird events.

Then why don't you offer a suggestion?

You want me to offer a suggestion? Well to be honest there isn't much I can do without it being totally lame. In my personal opinion, there isn't much you can do with this. I might try and think of something, but that isn't a promise; I have better things to do

But seriously I hope you make this respectable at least, and then maybe it can be a good place for new players to come and learn, instead of a place to build up bad habbits.

I may just let this one die... Its a dying animal, I should've never tried to mend it's wounds... I should've walked away and let the forums perform the natural events of RP life...live, be active, get old, become unactive, get deleted...

Zalphon, if you want to let it die then so be it. But in your mind, do you want it to die? Or are you just being lazy? If you want my opinion then I'll throw it out; if you want to keep the DDI the old silly way full of nonsense then leave it, but if you want to make changes and include a plot etc to make this RP respectable, then I wouldn't go and give up now. If you've got Illusionary helping out you may as well make the most of it.