Krall heard what the Argonian said and rage consumed him,this would have been his seventh bottle of sujamma.Standing he started towards The lightly armored Argonian,Krall was going to tear him in half before he remembered what the grim faced Imperials in the big armor said About killing.Krall looked to the newly arrived imperial and huffed. "Nother Time." he muttered to the Argonian beofre making his way back to his Sujamma.

The Argonian shook his head. "Please forgive me, i did not mean to offend you." The Argonian said, feeling bad now. "Names Kenjatsu. May i offer you another sujamma when you are finished?" Kenjatsu said, smiling.

"Hoho! I do like a good sing-song. Well, if chatting isn't your thing, I'll just be getting on with some business with my good ol' Cyrodiilic Brandy."

Arnandre seated himself at an empty bar stool, and remained silent with his drink.

(OOC: hope you guys dunt mind another character walking in. This place is quite full already.)

Another figure stumbles through the door. Soaking wet from the rain outside, the figure removes their cloak, walks towards the bar, and flops on a stool. Now that the cloak is gone, you can tell that the figure is a Dunmer woman in tattered clothing. The woman gives a nod towards the barkeep before resting her arms on the table and laying her head on her arms. After a minute or two, it seems that she is asleep.

OOC: So, you can bring as many characters into the bar as you want? But im still going to use 1!



"Barkeep! A bottle of ale, please!" Kenjatsu said. He looked over at the sleeping Dunmer woman and yawned.

Link slips out of the bar un-noticed, as it seems that the guard that was looking for him was asleep.

But, as soon as he stepped out side a hand grabbed his arm and pulled him aside, Link looked at who it was but was immediately knocked out.
He woke up on the floor of the bar with blood dripping from a wound on his lip to the floor, a tall Imperial man was standing over him. He wore legion armor.
Link recognized him. He had killed this man two years ago... Or had he?
The man picked Link up and strapped him in irons. He then held his limp body up and said.
"THIS MAN IS A MURDERER AND A THIEF! HE DESERVES TO DIE!" He then proceeded to draw a small sharp dagger when the door burst open. A Dunmer rushed in, sword drawn and glowing a sickly green. The legion soldier dropped Link and turned his attention to the new-comer. He drew his long blade and furiously attacked, the battle raged on. Link only just managed to slip away. The Dunmer fought on. Hair flying around his face, he managed to cut the legion soldiers hand. The soldier ran out screaming, then fell into the pond nearby. He drowned. The new-comer ran out. Leaving shocked patrons staring.

OOC: I was bored.

The door flies open and a roughly clothed Nord walks in. He looked like he was only just 19, he had long greasy black hair and a cutlass strapped to his belt, he sits down in the corner and mumbled. The inn-keeper walked over and asked.
"You want anything boy?"
The man said.
"Gimme rum, lots'a rum."
The inn-keeper proceeded to get his rum. Leaving the Breton to mumble. This Nords name was Oranos, Oranos the Viking.

Kenjatsu raised an eyebrow. "Isn't he a little young to be drinking?" Kenjatsu thought to himself as he watched Oranos.

The Inn-keeper walked over to Kenjatsu with his bottle of ale, which Kenjatsu snatched out of the Inn-keepers hands and drank some of it. Kenjatsu then let out a loud belch and smiled. "Thank you!" Kenjatsu said..

By now, anyone close by can hear the Dunmer womans soft snores. It almost looks like she is about to fall off the edge of the seat.

(OOC: bleh....too late....to think..)

The Khajiit turned from his drunken song back to the Breton.

"Oh, Sarvadar speaks. Only to dead people though. They follow him around, so he speaks to them." He takes another swig from his canteen. "One was a bosmer of great irritating air. Siad to have flew off the highest peak with his champion he so admired. Sounds more like the bugger got punted if one asks Sarvadar."

A khajiit-shorter then most-entered the building. She was wearing a green robe with a hood. The hood was pulled over her head, keeping most of her face hidden.

If one looked closely however they would notice that her fur did not shine, almost as if she was not healthy and that her eyes are not a yellow or amber color like those of most khajiit but a light red color.

Her tail flicked slightly and she walked over toward the bar and sat down. "A drink please." Large fangs glinted in the light as she spoke.

She put some money on the table and a moment later the barkeep put some mead in front of her. She took a small sip but winkled her nose in disgust. She had never really liked mead.

She sighed and stared down at her drink, seeming to not be interested in it. Why did I even waste my money on this?

OOC: I'm still a little new to roleplaying on any forums so I hope this is not to bad lol.

Arnandre turns away from the Khajiit. Necromatic communicating abilities were rare, and so the cat person may well be raving. Either way, there was nothing interesting Arnandre wanted to know about the ability, so he needn`t bother check. The Khajiit seemed happy enough with his "lady" anyway.

No sooner had he looked away another Khajiit entered. This caught the young Breton`s attention.

"By Akatosh! A -"

He stopped himself just in time. He knew the Vampirism signs well, and didn`t want the Khajiit to get caught. However, Arnandre wanted to know something that wasn`t in the books.

"Greetings" he whispered warmly.

The khajiit frowned as the Breton spoke. Hmm..this is new. "Hello." She tryed to sound friendly but likely sounded annoyed an stead.

She was not really used to talking to others or others talking to her. Useally once they found out what she was they avoided her. This was certainly new.

Sarvadar took another swig of his drink, and glanced at the newly arrived Khajiit. Something seemed off for a moment, some of her features didn't seem right for a normal Khajiit. Then he saw the unusually large fangs as she spoke. All was understood.

"Now this is a curiosity! Vampires tend to stay in the shadows, creatures of night who feed on the unwary! But you are no shadow-hider, you walk into open and even speak with the people of taverns!" Sarvadar smiled a crazed smile. "Life of Vampire not all that fun, eh?"

The khajiit turned to Sarvadar, appearing annoyed.

Her ear twitched underneath her hood, causing it to fall. For a moment her face was visible but she quickly pulled her hood back up. Hopefully no one noticed that.. She thought silently. Although it was probably to late to hide her secret now that the drunk idiot had pretty much revealed what she was to anyone in the building with a brain. But she still wanted to at least try to hide that she was a vampire.

Sarvadar took note of the Khajiit's annoynace, and decided on taking advantage of his current state to avert attention away from the Khajiit

Walking past her, he stopped in the middle of the room, staring at yet another thing only he could see. "Truely, Sarvadar has not seen one so bold as yourself to walk about in broad daylight!" in his lage head movements, he stole glances around the room, making sure eyes were on him. "Tell old Sarvadar what brought you to this establishment, it must be a fine tale!" He said, clapping thin air on the back.



That should probably do it.... He thought. While he could see ghosts, there was truely nothing there this time. Hopefully they would just dismiss him as a raving lunatic.

The khajiit edged away from the Sarvadar. Has he been to the shivering isles recently?

Kenjatsu rolled his eyes at the sight of the Khajiit, Sarvadar. It got him wondering though..

The Breton was going to say something, but didn't. And now Sarvadar was saying the newcomer was a Vampire. Finally, Kenjatsu made up his mind. The blue Argonian got up and walked over to where the so called 'Vampire' was and sat down next to her..

"The names Kenjatsu. May i ask what your name is?" Kenjatsu said to the Khajiit, smiling.

A tall mysterious Dunmer enters, his face covered by a dark hood, his body looking tense. As the raging storm carries on outside, he walks slowly to the corner of the Inn while everybody stares.

A innocent, but curious looking Khajiit at the bar looks over and then a frightened look comes over his face, he tries to leave unseen as fast as possible, he gathers his things and rushes toward the back door.

Meanwhile the mysterious Dunmer is seen slowly revealing a shiny blade sharp enough to slice through a man with little effort. As a few people still watch and begin to get worried, others return back to drinking and talking.

The Khajiit knocks open the door as the lightning strikes and looks around, he thinks it's clear so he begins running full speed towards his horse to leave.

As he mounts his horse he hears a CRACK, then he stops moving. The lightning strikes and suddenly he is on the ground with a sharp blade against his neck.

Very scared he regains his senses and looks up to see a dark figure. The Khajiit ask, "Who are you!?" in fright.

The Khajiit is punched in the face very hard and hurt bad, when he looks back up a very powerful jolt of lightning strikes and the mysterious man is gone.

The Khajiit now very scared gets up in pain, looks around and notices a bloody note on the ground. He picks it up and it reads, "You owed me a drink.".

Then he goes back inside to finish his Ale!
:ninja: :toughninja: :foodndrink:

The khajiit looked over at the blue Argonian and smiled. "Greetings Kenjatsu. My name is Leona." Hmm..it seems not everyone believed that drunk idiot. That is good.

Kenjatsu smiled back at Leona. There is something strange about this khajiit.. Kenjatsu thought to himself, but pushed the thought aside. "May i offer you a drink?" Kenjatsu said, pulling out a bag of gold septims.


OOC: That is what the money is called, right?

(OOC: Yes. Or Drakes for more informal. Also, Thoughts tend to go in italics ^_^

OOC: Whoopsy, sorry about that. Thanks!

Leona shook her head. "Thank you for the offer but I already have one." She said, glancing at the mead on the table in front of her. But it was barely touched.

Kenjatsu looked down at the mead infront of Leona and put his hand on his snout. "Sorry about that." Kenjatsu said, now rubbing his head. He looked back at Sarvadar then back at Leona. "Why was that Khajiit over there calling you a Vampire? You seem.. Normal to me." Kenjatsu said, then took a sip of his ale..

Leona shrugged. "Maybe hes drunk or something." Or maybe I really am a vampire.. She added silently, thanking her hood for hiding her red eyes in shadow-although she hoped that Kenjatsu did not look to closely for then he may be able to see that her eyes are red.