[Rusty Billiot]

Forgon looked at the mess on the floor, and then the sword in his hand. He was feelling very weak and fatigued. He looked at the bosmer that the wine had been offered to and asked "Are you ok, good sir?"

[stephanie eastwood]

Kalarn asks curiously "What happened?"

Kalarn then sips his brandy more.

A bosmer, a glass of wine, and somebody asking "are you ok?", sounds like somebody got a little drunk...

[Dan Stevens]

Forgon heard the man that just walked in ask what happend.

"Let me put it this way. A certain someone decided to put a....unique flavor in some of the wine on the floor. As a matter of fact, dont even touch that stuff." Forgon replied. He sighed as he looked at the mess, and noticed that some of the wine had gotten on his arm. "Blegh" He said as he looked at it. Again, he felt a hair weaker.

[(G-yen)]

Kalarn asks "Who is this 'Certain Someone' you speak of?"

[Chrissie Pillinger]

Forgon replied "His name... his name was Z-" Suddenly, Forgon's strength compleatly retreated from him. His legs felt like they were gone, and he had to lean agaisnt the bar's counter or else he would fall. "Gah!" He managed to say.

[Gen Daley]

Kalarn grabbed the imperial and asked "Zalphon?"

If it was him, i'll skin him before I finally let him die!

[Isabell Hoffmann]

Forgon was too weak to reply. He knew that he was slowey getting more and more fatigued, but he didnt know the cause. He felt the man grab him and say 'Zalphon?' but Forgon was too weak to answer. Suddenly, he collapsed on the floor, unconscious.

[Angelina Mayo]

Kalarn raised a brow and said to everyone in the Tavern "We need to get arms, Zalphon is a VERY powerful wizard, make this inn a fortress! I carry a spare shortsword, a longbow, and a mace. Remember everyone, fear is your enemy!" Kalarn summons a Dremora and says to it "Defend Forgon...."

This may be our final days if he is trying to kill us, but we cannot stop...

[GLOW...]

J'Dato got up and said 'I will get us some help!' And at that very moment an army of beggars turned up and looked towards J'Dato. ' Protect the inn there's weaponry upstairs last door on the right!' Shouted J'Dato.

[Nathan Maughan]

Forgon saw Zalphon's fingers light up in flame. He quickly acted on (questionable) Instinct. He poured all of the poisoned wine on the Dark Elf's head, grabbed his spare arrow, and stabbed at Zalphons foot.

OOC: This WAS NOT Character Controlling. He said "Stabbed AT" not "Stabbed". Stabbing at somebody is an attempt. It hadn't struck the foot yet, that was up to the other guy.

IC:

Arnand didn't seem in the least surprised at all of this. In fact, amidst the chaos seemingly nothing was happening in his eyes.

Then, he felt a glow in his heart.

The phylactery is activating... thought Arnand.

Anybody looking would have seen a small, pretty glow of light, not unlike a Will-O-The-Wisp, emerge from Arnand's chest and rush into a small diamond held at his fingertips. The diamond then vanished, teleporting to a safe location.

Then the potion's effects took hold. Convulsions began to run riot all over the Breton's body. He fell off his stool and began having what seemed to be a fit, before taking a last humongous breath... and lying still.

He was dead.

[Liv Brown]

OOC: It was Stabbed but...

Kalarn looked around and said tipsily "Actually, if that coward shhould come back, hesh ash good ash dead right?"

[Kira! :)))]

J'Dato looked at him 'As good as dead for all you know were as good as dead. Look at dead chops over there he's dead!' J'Dato licked some blood round his mouth and stared at the serpent tattoo on his arm it had moved!

[danni Marchant]

In spite of all the ruckus in the inn, Estarriol, the Altmer Mage, still sat, gazing at a book. He seemed oblivious to all the fighting, quarreling and noise around him. Which was peculiar: unless he was deaf, which he was not, it would be very difficult for him to not notice anything that was occurring in the inn. And yet he did not. He had not spared a glance to the drunk Imperial that had walked over to him, and he was not looking up now, now that the noice had reached new levels. So to most people he merely appeared to be engrossed in his book. More engrossed than was normal, but just engrossed, nonetheless. If one was to look more closely, however, they would see that he was frozen, completely. Then, suddenly, he jerked violently. He narrowly avoided attracting attention to himself by grabbing the table firmly, so that he didn't fall. He closed his eyes for a moment, regaining his composure, and then, after checking his tome was safe, gazed around the room. If he was taken aback at the chaos, he didn't show it and kept his face blank. Just then he spotted Arnand, who he had been wanting to talk to earlier, lying sprawled on the dirty inn floor. His eyes widened in surprised, and holding onto his tome firmly, went straight towards Arnand and knelt beside him. Placing his hand against Arnand's heart, he realised with shock that he was dead.

[Michael Russ]

Kalarn drinks a vial of bubbling liquid and says "Hmm, the breton is dead? Witchfolk they are, I hope the daedra torture him!"

I really do, even a scamp could peel his flesh off, preferrably creeper...

[N Only WhiTe girl]

OOC: Arnand is a Breton.

[Rozlyn Robinson]

J'Dato looked worried when the beggars came down stairs he sent them to guard the inn. He looked to make sure no one was looking and ran upstairs. 'Where is it where not again.' He whispered. Nobody else new this but J'Dato was captured by the demons and they put that tattoo on him and if it moves to his face they can control him.

[sharon]

Suddenly, Arnand's body began to burn blue. Estarriol may have noticed, however, that the flames were not hot. They were cold. Freezing.

The flesh on Arnand's body was twisting, becoming pale and tight on his bones, giving his body a gaunt appearance. His hair greyed, and much of it fell out. But the real shock was when you looked into the eyes. At first, it was a small, blue dot in the center of his pupil. But as Arnand's body started to decay at enormous speed, the pinpricks became small, twin, icy flames, like the ones contorting his body. The flames grew larger and larger, eating away at his dead eyes, until the blue flames filled their entire sockets. His body stopped burning, but the blue fires that had replaced his eyes did not. Arnand's green, gaunt flesh, grey, messy hair, and skeletal face with it's unearthly fires lay on the ground, still.

Then the ghastly mouth opened and he started to scream. It was an unearthly scream, a ghostly wail of peril. It was an ethereal cry of pain and suffering.

The scream went on. And on. And on...

[Symone Velez]

J'Dato was huddled up in a corner with a book named beat the DEMONS. He had painted symbols all over his body when suddenly he stopped. He heard a horrible scream from down stairs he put his top back on and put on a robe he found under the bed to cover the marks he drew. He then headed downstairs and saw Arnand's body on the floor screaming he took out his sword and said 'What's going on?'

[Verity Hurding]

Kalarn says calmly "I beat him to death, for being a heathen, he refused to worship the nine, so I beat him down!"

The Nine scowl at me, but the daedra grin at my deception...

[Johanna Van Drunick]

Aria looked around as the wizard disappeared and the others began to calm down. Just as she decided to go to bed she realised two were dead! The inn was almost certainly not safe, but it was in the middle of nowhere and here there were other people around. If the wizard was nearby, he could easily overpower her. Going back downstairs she sat in a corner and hoped nobody noticed her taking some moon sugar.

[Miragel Ginza]

J'Dato looked at him then back to the screaming Breton. 'If you killed him why is he screaming you fool!' Shouted J'Dato! Suddenly he felt the snake tattoo slither up his neck he faced the wall so no one could see and said 'I think I need a mage'.

[Catherine Harte]

Forgon remained on the floor, unconscious. His life was draining out of him. It had just stopped, but too late. He had only a flicker of life, a spark, left in him. He could still breath, and his heart still beat, but other then that he was a shell. Almost nothing could save him.

[Juan Suarez]

Kalarn grins and says "I didn't kill him you N'wah!"

Hmm, his guillability could prove to my advantage, should anything 'dangerous' come up...

[mishionary]

Suddenly, Forgons eyes burst open. That spark of life in him had grown into a full-fledged fire. He tried standing up but fell back down, flat on his face. "

"I can see not many people here like helping near-dead imperial bards" Forgon shouted, in all the commotion. He then noticed the dead breton. "Eugh"

[Shiarra Curtis]

Zalphon looks at the breton, and walks over... He grabs the corpse and starts cutting the flesh off...