OOC: Meh too lazy for castle map, you won't be here for long anyways.
IC: Hastabus leaves the room without a word, he grabs a silver longsword from the armory and heads to the bathhouse and begins meditation. As the prisoners drift throughout the massive castle. EDIT: Taken out and will bring back later, enjoy your night...

OOC: It's from the Longest Yard. Funny movie.

IC: Dro'Raska stalked away angrily and paced. The man's words were muffled in his ears. He wasn't paying attention to the deep booming voice. It had felt good to unleash his anger and anxiety. Relaxing, but keeping a scowl on his face, he watched the man's lips move. The words still meant nothing to him, just an excuse or possibly an explanation. Turning his head he saw that everyone was filing out of the room to explore the castle. Taking long, but equally slow, strides to the door, he glared at the withered man. He acknowledged the facts with a curt nod and exited the room gracefully. Turning immediately, he separated himself from the group and began to explore this fourth era castle.

Minutes later, a barbaric scream echoes throughout the massive castle. Dro'Raska's ear picked up the noise and stood on end. He located the sound to be coming vaguely behind him. Turning around, he starts towards the opposite way. Seeing a guard, he grabs his arm gently and asks, "Where did that come from?" The guard answered in a gruff, unconcerned voice, "Probably the kitchen or lounge." It was almost as if this sort of thing happened every other week. Getting a bit annoyed Dro'Raska asked again in a sharper tone, "Well, where's the kitchen?" The Imperial guard looked at him and sarcastically answered, "Next to the dining room."

Audibly sighing, Dro'Raska whipped around, his tail brushing the narrow hallway's walls, and mumbled, "That's why I don't like Imperials."

ooc: @con-tur-eh: That's right, huh? The freakin' old dude in the prison yard. Hahah.. Yeah, good movie.

@Faldom: Well, okay then. In that case, I hope this isn't taking any liberties I'm not allowed to take..

ic: Karst heard Xerxes behind her and turned, watching as he snatched another guard and was taken off to the armory. I'll go loot that later. She laughed mentally, then turned and followed the guard she'd asked to escort her. A little ways down the hall, Karst heard an Argonian call after them.

"Wait up!" He called and Karst stopped the guard by tugging his sleeve, ''I need to get some food and clothes as well. I would have explored this place and found it on my own eventually, but I was afraid I'd starve to death." Saan-Jay smiled and chuckled, "You don't mind, do you?"

Karst smiled a little bit, again finding herself glad to finally have pleasant company around her. "Oh, I doubt that. I'm sure you could've eaten your tail and bought yourself enough time to find the dining hall." Karst joked and grinned to indicate her jest before returning her expression to a simple friendly smile. "I'd be glad to have you along. More the merrier, right?"

It wasn't more than another two minutes before the guard opened a door and stepped aside to let them past. Karst walked in and looked around, her eyes widening and mouth starting to water; there was food everywhere on a table that had to be at least twenty feet long, an array of meats, breads, soups and other dishes lay with chairs for them all to sit down at around the edges. On a smaller, but still large table against the wall was a glass forest of bottles filled with whiskeys, wines, ales, beers and other assorted alcohols of all kinds, as well as some juices, ciders and a large pot of coffee.

"Mother of Rajhin.." Karst muttered in awe, then turned excitedly to Saan-Jay. "Do you see all this?! Haha! You're not gonna starve to death now!" She cried happily, pointing behind her. With another little laugh of joy, the small Khajiit ran up to the table and grabbed a plate, snatching portions of a good many of the items on display to fill it, occasionally just ripping off a piece of something and eating it. She got herself a bowl of a vegetable and beef soup, then set her food down, grabbed a chunk off a loaf of bread and went to go look at the spirits. Biting off a piece, she laughed with her mouth full at seeing all of the alcohol. She grabbed a glass, filled it with whiskey and took a gulp, letting it burn her throat. The sensation had never felt so good to her as it did now. Suddenly, she turned and swallowed the whiskey and bread in her mouth as she had an idea.

"Hey, Saan-Jay!" She called across the room at him and laughed, "Care to see who can hold their liquor the best?"

OOC: Hey Faldom, this is a ''Before'' scene, before Capricus is found dead. Just to let you know...


IC:

"Oh, I doubt that. I'm sure you could've eaten your tail and bought yourself enough time to find the dining hall" Karst joked and grinned. Saan-Jay laughed at the joke, his tail began swaying as if saying ''She wasn't serious, was she?''

"I'd be glad to have you along. More the merrier, right?" She said, and the Guard began walking. After a few more minutes, the Guard approached a twin-door, and simply pushed it open. He stood aside to let Saan-Jay and Karst enter and gaze their eyes on the food.

The smell. It was the first thing that hit Saan-Jay, he took a deep breath of it, and sighed delightfully. The table of food, was incredibly long, and over stuffed with as much food a table could have. Saan-Jay's mouth began watering, and his stomach no longer growled for food. It Roared.

Karst's Reaction was......different. She stood, eyes wide open, and jaw nearly smashing into the floor. After a few seconds she began laughing like a maniac. "Do you see all this?! Haha! You're not gonna starve to death now!" She cried, and bolted to the end of the table, already with a plate, overloading it with pretty much all the food there was.

Saan-Jay headed to the opposite end, ignoring the plates, he began examining the food, picking it up and giving it cautious sniffs. He finally surrendered to his hunger and dug in, ripping a piece of cooked meat to shreds with his razor sharp teeth. His mouth, stomach, and literally every part of his body savored the flavor. He then moved on to a small dish of apples, he grabbed one and devoured it without mercy. He forgot about everything, only focusing on the food.

"Hey, Saan-Jay!" A voice yelled out, which startled him and he dropped a few apples on the ground, he turned his head and saw Karst, at the opposite end of the table, holding a large bottle whiskey. "Care to see who can hold their liquor the best?" She asked. The Argonian said nothing at first, his mind acting a little slow from all the attention the food was giving. When he recovered, Saan-Jay ran to where she stood, and grinned. ''Whiskey aye? Sure, why not, I haven't had a drink in, well about a-hundred years...''

Karst grinned and laughed at the joke, then reached one small hand back to the table to grab a pair of shot glasses. Walking over to the table, she set them down, one in front of herself and one in front of the Argonian. She took a bite out of a turkey drumstick and noted that whatever creature's meat this was was something she had never eaten before, but damn was it good. She bit off some more bread, took a slurp of her soup (she hadn't even bothered to get a spoon) and poured the both of them a shot of the dark liquor.

"One for me, one for you. I already had a good gulp of it, but.." The Khajiit shrugged and set a shot in front of her new Argonian friend. Lifting hers up a little, she gave a sharp-toothed grin. "Here's to kicking ass together in the days to come." Karst laughed, then downed her shot like it was water. She shuddered a tiny bit, then smiled crookedly. "C'mon, down the hatch. You're not gonna let a little girl beat ya, are you?" She teased, pouring herself another shot and digging back into her food. She was happy to be out of the hellhole she'd lived in the last six years and dammit she was going to celebrate.

ooc: So.. how did the Nord die? I mean.. someone chopped off his head, but.. Specifics?

OOC EDIT: The Nord isn't Capricus. Capricus is the Dunmer.

Xerxes shoved past the guard into the armory. A light smile was on his lips. Rows upon rows of armor, of all different designs and types. And along the walls were all manner of weapons.Xerxes made his way to a suit of heavy dwemmer plate. He strapped on the armor save for the helmet and boots. Xerxes moved around a bit to get used to the movment of the armor,then crossing to the walls he grabbed three silver long swords, strapping two to his hips and one to his back he asked the Guard with an annoyed tone. "Is there a smith here?" The small guard noded dumbly. Xerxes crossed the room grabbed three more sliver blades and handed them to the man. "Tell the Smith to make me a glaive,a large one,tell him how big i am and that i need it, and to have tiges etched into the blade." The guard cleared his throat and stumbled off. Xerxes followed the man until he heard cheerful giggles, turning into the room he grinned at what he saw. Karst and the argonian going at it with alcohol. "A drinking match? can I join?" He asked making his way to the table.

"C'mon, down the hatch. You're not gonna let a little girl beat ya, are you?" Karst teased. Saan-Jay was hesitant, but finally complied, and downed the whiskey in one gulp. He made a slight grotesque face at the flavor, ''I forgot how badly whiskey tasted'' He mumbled, then shrugged his shoulders, and refilled his shot. Then for some bizarre reason, he burst out laughing, a strange hiss-like sound escaping his lips. Once he contained himself, he grinned wickedly, ''Sorry, Alcohol makes me laugh, tickles my Innards or something...''

He hadn't noticed the figure behind him, Xerxes, the giant Khajiit was walking up to them "A drinking match? can I join?" He asked. Saan-Jay looked at the giant cat-warrior, and felt himself shrinking. He looked over to Karst ''I don't mind, the more the merrier, right?''

OOC: Oh, I though Capricus was the Nord. Hmm. Btw, we're still in the 'Before' moment.

OOC: No, capricus was Forestgumps character, the Nords name hasn't been said yet, and go ahead and take your time in "before" mode, when you guys are done with that you can just have your characters react to the decapitation

Saan-Jay looked a little hesitant, but finally he just up and downed the shot. As she expected, his face contorted at the taste. "I forgot how badly whiskey tasted" He mumbled, then shrugged hand refilled. Suddenly, he burst out laughing in only the way an Argonian could. Somehow, though, the odd hissing laugh made Karst smile. "Sorry, alcohol makes me laugh, tickles my annards or something.." The reptile explained. Karst laughed again just before Xerxes' hulking form entered the room. THe giant cat looked at them a moment, then grinned

"A drinking match? Can I join?" The Khajiit asked. Saan-Jay looked to Karst for some reason, maybe to get her opinion on the matter.

"I don't mind, the more the merrier, right?"

Karst let out a cackle, almost like that of the witches of fairytales. She grabbed another shotglass, thumped it down in front of the hulking warrior and filled it. "Bring it on! I'll take the both of you." Karst grinned and downed her own second shot. "Two shots and you're caught up with us so far." She added, then looked to Saan-Jay, "Feeling anything yet?"

OOC: Faldom lets me be the Radiant AI for the not-so-important people! And since this is a sort of "hey, the king is back!" moment, I guess I shall expand on the goofy lightheartedness of the current situation, because it seems this is about to get GRIMDARK! I wonder... Should I make the Akaviri I end up controlling speak Engrish, or would that prevent anyone from taking this seriously?

IC: Caius Antilles sighed as he made his way down the hall. "Why do I feel so useless?" he grumbled to himself as he diligently marched down the hall on his patrol route. "I get assigned to wander the halls to keep a lookout for thieves and spies, yet we give free reign of the place to these newcomers?" his grumbling continued, "Are we guards, or walking information booths? I'm gonna need a drink after this"

His patrol finished near the dining hall, where his relief, Mack, stood waiting. "Hey, Caius," the Redguard greeted the Imperial. "It seems the weird elf started a drinking contest in there." His light laughter was contagious, brightening Caius' mood considerably.

"Oh, really? Think we can take a long enough break to watch?" the Imperial asked, raising an eyebrow at the prospect of entertainment. Heroes making fools of themselves never gets old.

"Ha, why not? If anyone asks, we can say we're monitoring the big guy," Mack answered, leading Caius to a vantage point by the door where they could see the scene clearly.

Both were amused by Karst's antics, and after she invited Xerxes into the fun, Caius nudged the redguard muttering, "Ten drakes say she ends up naked by the end."

"I'm not giving away my money that easily. She's half-dunmer and khajiit. It would surprise me more if she kept her clothes on," Mack answered, slightly louder than he intended to.

ooc: Scow! Well, now I have to harass them since it's you controlling them.

ic: "I'm not giving away my money that easily. She's half-dunmer and khajiit. It would surprise me more if she kept her clothes on."

A voice off in another direction came to her ears as she awaited replied from the other two and Karst pondered for a half a second before coming up with a reply to them. Turning around she called over to them, a humorous tone to her soft voice. "If I take half my clothes off, do you both lose?" Karst grinned wryly at the two men and patted a seat next to her, "I got a bet for ya; I bet I can down more than the both of you combined. How's that, huh?"

Xerxes reached past the shot for the bottle. He swirled the liquid inside. "If i drink this lets say its five shots." He said with a smiling, then he tilted the bottle back and drank the entire bottle,set it down then slamed back the shot. His eye brow twitched slightly. And voices drift in from behind about Karst undressing. "If you undress at all i feel like i will be a winner." He said in a half-mock tone.

The two guards were initially taken aback by Karst's interception of their wager, but Mack was first to recover, "Depends on which half you take off! Otherwise, we could both be winners." Even the light-hearted redguard, though, cringed at the big khajiit's comment, both wondering how he could be considered a khajiit if he said the first thing off the top of his head. Caius groaned quite audibly at Xerxes' idiotic reaction. Both shared the same thought, though neither said anything. Why did he have to go and say what is understood in the dumbest, most witless manner? Mack was particularly seething at it, because it made his more subtle crack seem just as ignorant through the similarities. Still, to keep the pace flowing he remarked, "Sorry, lady. It would seem we'll have to stay sober to keep score here. And big guy, keep to the small shots..."

OOC: I can hear Xerxes' theme song! "I'm uber-uber leet, so uber-uber leet. What a glorious feeling, I'm pwning again..."

OOC: scow you do realize your an idiot,and the reason why he is leet is due to his size? thats [censored] he is only a few inches taller than an orc or nord, Qan was a larger kahjiit then Xerxes. Everyone knows that size=alcohol tolerance. so get off my nuts k buddy?

But... that's like 20 shots you have there... 1 shot = 1 ounce... Unless it is a really small bottle... I think Mack commented on your inability to count. And alchohol tolerance or not, draining a bottle of whiskey like that is just... too much at once for almost any size. And khajiit are not entirely renowned for their drinking ability. And no, having a <10 in personality does not give you any bonuses, since that stat is, was, and almost always will be a throwaway stat...

ooc: *swoops in to pwn*

Actually, your BMI (Body Mass Index) is mainly what determines it (and fat contributes more to it than an equal weight in muscle since fat cells are more absorbent), but heredity, race, experience with alcohol and magickal tampering could be factors as well. Karst has a tiny frame but she's been drinking most of her life so.. she's built up a resistance. I dunno the specifics, but I think that drinking a whole bottle of whiskey in one go would definitely do a few things to anyone who did it: it'd get you drunk, it'd burn the hell out of your throat and you might end up damaging your liver with so much poison entering your system at once. For some, it could kill you. Just.. go easy on it, okay, Havok?

ic: Karst looked up as Xerxes drained the bottle, her eyes widening before she grinned. "Give it ten minutes and you're gonna be on your ass." She laughed, then looked over to the guards.

"Depends on which half you take off! Otherwise, we could both be winners." One said. Karst gave a crooked grin as she got up and got a second bottle. Pulling off the top, she took a swig and smiled.

"I think we can call that one shot.. probably was about one and a half, but.." She shrugged and looked to the guardsmen as they said they'd have to stay sober. "Aw, damn. Well.. let's see how this plays out. Care to place any more bets?"

Karst sat down and refilled her shotglass, then Saan-Jay's. "I'm on three, so's he, and Xerxes.. I'm not letting you have any more; you're gonna get alcohol poisoning from that by itself. I'm not letting you kill yourself, you jackass."

Saan-Jay, reluctantly, down his second shot, his bottom lips quivering in an odd motion. "Feeling anything yet?" Karst asked, and Saan-Jay turned his head in a mocking smile. He covered his mouth with his hand, and let out a silent belch. This will be the last time I drink Whiskey.....

Karst then turned around, to look at two guards whom were observing the two Khajiits and Argonian engaged in a battle of wits. "If I take half my clothes off, do you both lose?" She called to them, Saan-Jay lifted an eyebrow, in confusion. Must-a said something she picked up... Xerxes then picked up the whiskey bottle, "If i drink this lets say its five shots." He said with a smile, then he tilted the bottle back and drank the entire thing. Then slammed it back down.

Karst looked up as Xerxes drained the bottle, her eyes widening before she grinned. "Give it ten minutes and you're gonna be on your ass." She laughed, then yelled something else at the two guards. She grinned again, before grabbing the second bottle of whiskey, and pulling off the cork. "I'm on three, so's he, and Xerxes.. I'm not letting you have any more; you're gonna get alcohol poisoning from that by itself. I'm not letting you kill yourself, you jack-ass." she said as she refilled the shots. Saan-Jay took his slowly, and before he downed it, he stopped.

''I have an idea...'' He said, then grinned, ''Any of you know how to play 'Have you ever?''', he set down his shot. ''Its a simple game, I'll use an example to explain...'' he said, gesturing with his hands. ''I ask something like ..... Have you ever been attacked by Goblins?'' he then moved one of his hands to his lips, holding an imaginary shot. ''If yes, we drink, if no, we don't'', he then set his hands back on the table, looking at Karst and Xerxes. ''Wadda ya say?''.

OOC: I'm dropping out guys. Sorry.

Xerxes had not quit known how much whiskey was left, but in order to save face he finished it.. The room was a mass os swirling shapes and colors, His knees began to feel like jelly as he giggled to himself slowly. "Uh...I think i'm out." He said to himself but he noticed his words slurred heavily."Do you think that was more like ten?" He asked trying to grin. Xerxes allmost fell but caught himself. Then grinned again.

"No, that is like an instant disqualification," Caius answered, with an irritated sigh. "And if that game starts going where it usually goes, I'm out of here." He was hoping for some amusemant, but the way this seemed to be going, the imperial would rather not stick around.

"If you get yourself killed in here like last time, we'll be forced to go fetch you again," Mack answered, coming over to direct the dumb cat to a chair before his drunken stupor caused him to injure himself. "First time we got you, you walked into the armory and tripped on a spear, we just finished cleaning up last week. After that, you couldn't find the toilet and died from a bowwel rupture. You only got worse, but drinking yourself to death really takes the cake..." The entire story was BS, but that wouldn't stop him from messing with the big guy's mind.

Xerxes eyed the man warily What kind of an idiot does he think i am? Xerxes decided to speak his mind but what came out was "Wh-who,d-dreugw i tham?" Xerxes staggered backwards Then surged forwards,catching himself jsut before he fell.

OOC: Damnit, Scow I don't blame you, I need more players now...

Update me on everything and i'm in.

O.O stupid comp i thought i edited that -.- hold on edited ^ sorry its those slow school computers O.O