I'll do it very breifly. Eight prisoners simply woke up in a caravan. They traveled to the future to 4E 100 and found themselves in a castle that is the remnants of Bruma. A mysterious old man tells them that they have been foretold in a prophecy and they need to find a dragon that has been reawakened and he will help them save the empire. Thats an outline of it. I've had two people bail so you can be a person in one of those two spots or you can have a character jump in, in some other way.

ooc: I command you to LIVE!

ic: Karstine looked at the shot the Argonian had let go of during his suggestion, but upon finishing, she looked up and smiled. "I have no idea what goblins are, but.. sounds fun. Lemme go first while you finish the shot I gave you three minutes ago." She gave Saan-Jay a little half-glare and a smile to let him know he wasn't getting off that easy, then rested her chin on her fist and furrowed her brow for a second. Almost immediately, she thought of something to ask.

"Okay, I'm not sure if this is the kinda thing you mean, but.." Karst looked up at her Argonian friend, grabbing the bottle as she did so and pouring herself a shot. "Have you ever gotten in a fight with armed guards?" She asked, then leaned back a bit, propping her feet up on the table. Reaching over, she grabbed her shot and downed it, slamming the empty glass on the table.

As Saan-Jay told Karst the idea he had, he looked over at Xerxes. The whiskey seemed to have caught up with him, the poor fellow wasn't able to speak clearly anymore, and one of the Guards was having a blast messing with the Khajiit's mind. Something tells me he's out.... He looked back at Karst. "I have no idea what goblins are, but.. sounds fun. Lemme go first while you finish the shot I gave you three minutes ago" She said, giving him a half-glare, half-smile look. He smirked lightly, and downed the shot, then grunted annoyingly.

Karst then poured herself a new shot, "Have you ever gotten in a fight with armed guards?". Saan-Jay groaned, he was just recovering from the last shot. Refilling his shot, Saan-Jay chuckled, ''You don't know how many times....'' He mumbled, and downed it. Why am I doing this again...?, he exhaled deeply and refilled the shot again. It was his turn to ask now. ''Hmmmm...'' He began stroking his chin, as if he had a long beard. ''Have you ever insulted a count?'' He said, chuckling, then slowly down his shot.

The little white feline looked over at Xerxes and smiled. "Someone should get him some coffee to sober up." She said idly as Saan-Jay grumbled and downed two shots. She couldn't help but laugh. This is the most fun I've had in years.

As the Argonian 'hmm'ed and stroked his chin comically, she refilled her own glass and tugged at her shirt, the grungy garment making her fur itch worse than it already did. I need a bath so badly..

"Have you ever insulted a count?" He finally asked, then downed his fourth shot. Karst set a hand to her chin and thought. She'd insulted plenty of nobles, but never a count. Looking up, she shook her head.

"No, I don't think I have, actually. I've insulted just about every other social class imaginable though. Tough luck." Karst laughed, then shifted a bit in her reclined state. "Guess it's my go, huh? Hmm.."

The Khajiit thought a moment, then furrowed her brow another moment, trying to think of something good. After a moment, she turned to the guards. "What, no betting on who's gonna win or puke first or anything? You guys are no fun at all." She teased them. Another couple seconds passed before she finally thought of something, grinning slightly. She looked back to her drinking partner to speak.

"Got one. Have you ever broken into a house to take a bath?" Karst smiled, laughed and knocked back her shot. "I think that puts us about even, unless you're as crazy as I am."

Xerxe's head swam. he groaned and tried to clear his head. The two other beasts were still drinking. "M-man, Thats good alcohol." he said, his words still slurring. Xerxes looked to the guards. "G-g-got, anything to,to clear my h-head?"

OOC: Sorry I took so long to get back to this...

IC: "Hey Caius, you're off duty... Why don't you calm down and not be such a wet blanket?" Mack suggested to his partner, after he suggested walking off. "Just take off your helm and cuirass and you're considered out of uniform." Caius sighed, and and after a moment relented. "I guess... What can go wrong?" He casually took off his helmet and folded his chain cuirass, laying them beside the door. Under his cuirass, his shirt was a deep, unadorned scarlet linen.

"Game's no fun with only two players," the imperial said somewhat stoicly, pouring himself two shots and downing them to catch up with the introduction. "Get in plenty of fights with other guards," he grumbled, the alcohol still not lightening his mood yet as he justified the second shot. "No, I've never dissed a count, nor broken into anyone's house to take a bath."

Mack, on the otherhand, remained somewhat at his post. "Hey, big cat... I'd give you directions to your personal room, but I don't think they'd do you much good," he said to the oversized walking carpet. He did notice the fuzzy elf's twitching within her shirt, and thought to himself, Too bad Caius didn't accept the bet... Ah well, looks like we'll all win if this keeps up anyway.

Xerxes heard the Guard mumble something about his room,and not being able to find it, These two guards were both improfessional and beginning to piss him off. Xerxes' years of drinking had built up his tolerance to drinking and from the large quantity it barely helped. Xerxes rolled his sholders and shook his head,trying to clear his head. when a loud scream pealed out across the room. Xerxes raised his sights to the doors leading out from the room. "You guys, hear that?" he asked his voice still slurred.

The scream had come from the Nord in the dining room, in there, the Dead body of caipricus, the Dunmer Mage was found. His head was cleanly removed, no bloody mess, no struggle shown, it is just clean off of his head.
OOC: NVM, I'm going to go ahead and declare it dead...