Seeing the green blob rise from the floor startles the Argonian, who was again back to his wits and sat on the barstool he crashed off earlier. "y,y,y,y,you was...like, dead." Then he regains his posture, "can I have my spoon back then?" he asks while smiling.

The green creature starts to cry at hearing the Argonian's words. It promptly swallows the spoon whole, then sits in the corner, wrapping it's arms around it's legs and singing a nursery rhyme through tears:

"Pease pudding hot, pease pudding cold,
pease pudding in the pot, nine days old..."

OOC: Vum1. Correct enough you are the god of this RP. However emoting for a character i created should be against any books or rules i've heard of.

IC: The guards kept his glare at the fireplace. Pondering on the fact that most people here is probably drunk annoying bastards. Probably thieves and criminals also. He took his Legion Horseman helmet off and placed it at the table next to him. Keeping his hand at the top of his sword.

OOC: Sorry it made it sound cooler. And thanks for calling me the God. It makes me feel special.

IC: Link watches the Legion soldier sit down. Seeing as he had not noticed Link yet. Link slipped upstairs into his room. He proceeded to climb out the window but was stopped by... (Aravy Sarayn please continue if you choose.)

OOC: Normal for the man/Woman that created the RP to be the god of it.

IC: The Soldier appears to be strongly aware of the fact that Link was a criminal. Extremly sneaky he had followed link. He attempts to drag him backwards from the window and down on the floor.

Unfortunatley, the green blob accidentally stops the guard and Link jumps out of the window.

"Hello... do you have any spoons?"

OOC: You do realise that i am already upstairs, right?

IC: Aravey kept his stare down at Link. Shield in his left hand and his legion horseman helmet on his head. He holds a steady grip around the grip of the sword. Ready to draw it.

OOC: Cool.
Link kicks the guard over. He then jumps over him, draws his scimitar and raises it to the Imperial's throat.
"If you know whats good for you. You will leave this inn and never return."
OOC: Be afraid... Very afraid. lol

OOC: Another hint: Don't power emote. Meaning doing alot of stuff that could set the character you are against in a death position. If you saw what i did i wrote "Attempts" Meaning i try to do it.

IC: Aravey is kicked backwards, also jumped over. However he is able to block the schimitar comming to him, as his not some pathethic farm boy. He draws his silver longsword and attempts to slash Link over the chest.

Link dodges and jumps backwards, he runs down the stairs and into the room below. He quickly makes his way to the basemant and hides behind a pile of crates. He hoped that the shadows would hide him. But he knew that it wasn't enough. He cast a spell of illusion upon himself, making it seem like he was standing in the middle of the room. He then drank a strange clear liquid and turned invisible.

OOC: Ok.

Aravey smirked. He sheated his sword and wiped some dust off his legion uniform. He walked back downstairs and sat down. Knowing that he would once come up from the cellar.

The door slams open, revealing a horrible storm outside. Lightning claps and thunder roars behind a silhouetted figure. The figure stired in, revealing the face of a young Breton, with golden blond hair kept in an Oiled style, and blue eyes. The Breton was wearing Mythic Dawn robes, a Spelldrinker amulet, a Ring of Skimming, and a Sorceror's ring, but no hood. He walked calmly to the bar.

"Hello." he said, "I'd like a bottle of Cyrodilic Brandy, please."

After being served his bottle, the Breton went to sit down with the Imperial guard, as most of the other tables were full.

"Greetings, Imperial." he said cheerfully. "Like my robes? One of my favourites, these are. I particularly enjoy the gloves, very firm and tight. Good for spellcasting... yes, I'm a mage, you know."

The Breton paused, thinking about something.

"Yes... anyway. They call me Arnandre Erelue. What's your name?"

Suddenly a Dunmer man who has been in the random dark and shady corner of the inn emerges and stands on top of a table and drops his pants. "LOOK WHAT YOU ALL DID TO ME!!!" He shouts while pointing to his genitalia, which has nothing unusual about it. He then passes out and falls to the floor; his pants still removed.

Link sneaks upstairs. Only to see the guard sitting at a table near the cellar stairs. Link sneaks around him. Hoping not to get caught.

OOC: CATCH ME!

Come one reply People!

Thing is, you may as well rename this thread Vum and Aravy's jolly old chase. You've completely ignored both of my attempts to intervene and get involved in it, which is not how these Inns are supposed to work!

OOC: I assume I can bring in another character?

A well-dressed, young Imperial opens the door, almost losing grip on the door when the wind catches it. Quickly he closes the door before everything in the Inn is scattered by the hard-gusting wind.
"Excuse me, ladies and gentlemen, didn't mean to disturb you all," he excuses himself blushing to the crowd in the Inn and looks around for a while, like he was looking for someone in particular. He reaches into his outfit and drops a purse on the counter with a clinging sound. Evidently it is filled to the brim with gold pieces. "Drinks for everyone! On me!" He opens the purse and draws a handfull of gold coins out of it and drops it onto the counter. "I'll have a caraf of your best red wine, some cheese and a breadloaf please."

That's because you interfer when we've already emoted our moves. And that we are already intrecating. No need to be grumpy.

OOC: Sorry about last night, I had an important Maths exam today so my nerves got the better of me, and I was a little grouchy. Anyway, yeah, you are right, but it's a bit annoying when you don't even acknowledge my characters existance. When Salad Fingers accidentally intervened with the capturing, you didn't say 'Aravey ignores the green creature and keeps going' you just altogether ignored him, which is a little selfish.

IC again:

Arnandre gives up on the silent guard goes to chat with the newcomer Imperial.

"Jolly nice of you to do that, you know!" He said enthusiastically. "My name is Arnandre Erelue, I work for the Mages Guild as a Wizard. Nice to meet you!"

"You are moft welcome," the Imperial replied with his mouth still full with bread. He poured himself a glass of the wine and downed it to flush away the bread that had been a bit on the dry side.
"The name is Brennan Arcturius," he made himself known and held out his hand to the Breton.

The doors opened, and a slightly stooping figure came through with a walking stick-Clad in Robes of teal with a long furry tail coming out of a hole cut in the back. The Khajiit was humming softly, and in his hand he held an opened canteen that had a sweet fruity smell wafting from the opening-it would seem the Cat was inebriated already.

His humming occasionally picked up volume, sometimes carrying more audible words, but sung in his native tongue. He also tapped his stick on the ground on occasion. He glanced around the room, looking everywhere but not really seeing anything in his state of mind.

"How are you all this evening?"he said cheerily, Waving around and looking in the general direction of a wall. This one was odd indeed.

Arnandre shook Brennan`s hand happily, before turning to look at the Khajiit.

"My word! We`ve really gotten ourselves the cream of the crop today, hm? I`m losing count of all the kind and polite fellows I`ve met today. I`ll get into something a little more formal..."

The Breton concentrated for a second, before a red glow consumed him. It soon dissapated to reveal Arnandre wearing a Black and Burgundy outfit, with matching Gold Trimmed Shoes, as well as his amulet and rings.

"Here we go! Who`s for a lil` chat then, eh?"

The Khajiit turned around to face the Breton. "Cream? Hahaha! This cat is fine, no need for cream. He has sweet-drink, he is happy."

He turns back around to face the wall. "Oh, a song, my lady? Very well!" He cleared his throat.

He is dead and gone, lady,
He is dead and gone,
At his head a grass-green turf,
At his heels a stone

He went on, singing to this invisible woman.

The Rather naked Troll had been sitting in a cornber of the pub for sometime, drinking imported sajumma as his latest jug epmtied he would cross the room,shouldering past the other occupants. "Krall want another." The large Troll emptied a cloth bag among the glittering coins were bits and peices of human fingers. Taking another jug he stumbled back across the room to his stool.

OOC: Alrighty here goes.. Hopefully the character isn't to unrealistic.. Plus im still new to RP-ing, so here goes..


An Argonian with blue scales and long blue fins-like ears barged through the bar with his sword drawn. He turned his attention to the door again and sighed in relief. He looked at his sword, then at his leather armor which made him look like a bandit. "Hopefully i didn't scare anyone." He thought to himself. He looked back at everyone and grinned. "Stupid trolls." He said, heading over to a table and sitting down.