From under the rubble Firenze groaned.
Uhh....it's time to finish this! Marrow muttered something from above, inaudible over the ring in the Akavir's feline ears. Then suddenly Firenze began to glow. Glow blue. With buzzing magical energy, and he burst from the wood sending Marrow flying across the room. The Wood Elf went limp as his spine cracked on a bookcase.
His entire body spitting electricty he leant over Marrow with his sword in hand.
"Say hello to Mannimarco for me.." He whispered, his voice heavy with spite. Firenze brought his sword over his head, holding it in both hands. He swung it down with a massive force and it struck Marrow's neck true.
BOOM! His body disintegreted instantly, leaving a small trace of crimson blood on the rug.
Firenze got up and sheathed his sword, breathing heavily.
"It's over..."

Kenjatsu looked at the Akavir and sheathed his sword. He then walked over and grabbed the Akavir by the throat and rammed him against the wall. "You fool!" Kenjatsu began with a wrathful tone to his voice. "I was not done with the Necromancer! He could have been the only thing holding a secret that i do not know of. I was the one that was supposed to kill him!" Kenjatsu's grip on the Akavir lessened and he let Firenze go. Kenjatsu then walked over to where Marrow's body would have been and frowned. "Im sorry.." Kenjatsu said with a now sorrowful tone to his voice. "I just.." Kenjatsu began but stopped before he could say anymore. He didn't want anyone else to know that he was a murderer, or worse..

Amidst the confusion, a seemingly uninterested Breton entered the tavern. He was quite nonchalant, his scrubby beard several days unshaven, his black eyes twinkling from beneath a haphazard and obviously self-done haircut. He wasn't smiling, but giving the sort of smirk someone tends to give when laughing about something they really shouldn't while in public. He gave a swagger and a limp towards the bartender, removing his steel gauntlets in the process.

"Some rum, if you'd please," he said. With a nod towards the bartender, he sat down on a stool, his chainmail making a rather ungodly ruckus for one person.

The bartender, of course, was too busy staring at the commotion behind the Breton to answer or pour the drink, and eventually, unhappy with the situation, the Breton swivelled in his seat to face the rest of the inn's occupants, as well as the feuding members that were causing the unsightful debacle.

"If y'all are finished. I'd like to have a drink. And I do believe that the innkeeper is most unhappy with the property damages involved in your fight." He noted the broken bookcase and the half decapitated wood-elf's corpse with a nod and a particular look of disdain.

Kenjatsu walked over to the table where his mutton and ale still sat, forgotten and sat down. He then heard the Breton speak up and replied. "You can blame Necromancers and the Mythic Dawn for all the rucus.." Kenjatsu said with another sorrowful tone. All the things happening here have made him stressful and he wondered wether or not to leave or rest for the day, if that's even a good idea. Many were after him, and he wasn't sure why. He was a murderer but they weren't after him because of that, they were after him for another reason.. It's not like im going to be Champion of Cyradiil.. Kenjatsu thought to himself.

"Don't blame us for that scum making all the mess, it was his fault." Firenze spoke up, like a child not getting his sweets. He sipped his drink after sitting down at his stool rubbing his neck.
Ow, stupid lizard has a good grip. He looks really familiar though... He thought to himself. Firenze so vividly remembered seeing him in the past.
Fighters guild? No.. Mages? No... Oh my god... It was 12 years ago, a blue scaled lizard had snuck into his tent and tried to kill him after killing all of his comrades. He had stopped them killing an Duke in a war down south.

OOC: Sorry for going AWOL, my Internet connection has really been screwing me over recently. But it just began to behave this afternoon so I thought I'd pop into here. Technically Arnandre didn't leave, but I'll pretend he went to assist Leyawiin some time ago in the story. I'll have to redescribe him anywho, since my in-game clothing has changed a bit and it's been a while...

IC:

A Breton Mage, Arnandre Erelue, walked into the bar whilst shaking off the rain from outside. He was wearing Emperor's Robes, Emperor's Shoes, Arnora's True Amulet, and a Red Silk Hood which fitted in with the red gem-embedded necklace and red areas of his robes perfectly - and would have similarly blended with the shoes if they were not hidden from view by the floor-length regal robes. On one hand's finger he had a Ring of Wizardry, on the other hand's finger he had a Mundane Ring - Coupled with the fact he was a Breton, Arnandre could make himself fully invlunerable to magical attack with the Mundane Ring. With his robes and amulet, he looked exactly like a standard Emperor of Tamriel - However, these had actually been tailored by Arnandre's Imp servents at his home, Frostcrag Spire. Hidden from view, on the inside of the cloak part of the robes, an Azura's Star was clipped to the fabric. On the other side of the gown's inside was a small pocket, inside of which was a Strong Potion of Sorcery and a Strong Potion of Health, as well as a Mages Guild Key - both the pocket and Star were placed next to Arnandre's chest region for easy access. Sheathed on his waist was a Silver Dagger, and on the other side of his waist was a pair of Wrist Irons, but these were behind the cloak and so hidden from view - The Irons were enchanted with Night-Eye and Detect Life, for night travelling, cave exploring or generally murky areas.

As Arnandre walked into the bar, he was followed by a Storm Atronach.

"Frostbite is dead." Arnandre said solemnly, then turned to the Atronach.

"This is my replacement prime companion. His nickname is Shellshock - I can't honestly be doing with all these odd Daedra names..."

Arnandre walked over to the bar, sat himself down on the stool next to Kenjatsu, ordered some Cyrodiilic Brandy, poured a glass, drank deeply, and then turned to Kenjatsu. The Storm Atronach spoke -

"I shall return to the Spire. If you need assistance, do not hasten to summon me, for I shall be glad to help."

Arnandre nodded as the daedra teleported away, then turned back to the Argonian.

"How are we today, old friend?"

The door opened and a poorly clad High Elf entered.
He was dressed in tattered robes of grey, the hem a dark grey and the robe itself a faded grey.
He had dark red, mahogany hair, and was quite young; he looked to be about in his twentys by human standards.
The first thing he saw as he entered was the Atronach dematerialising before his eyes.
His eyes widened in surprise.
"What kind of inn is this?" he thought. Now looking at the inn, he noted that it did not contain the neat contents, and burly, drunken nords he had expected.
Instead, there was rubble lying all over the ground, and the roof looked very unstable and patched together, as if it had just been repaired. In fact, if you looked closely, you could just discern drips of water leaking from holes in the roof.
Not that it seemed to disturb the inn's patrons. They were still sipping their ale, rum, wine, whatever was in the mugs they clasped.
And they weren't your average patrons, either.
Next to what looked like the Emperor of Cyrodiil, (in clothing only, for he was a High Elf and there were no heirs left alive) sat a blue scaled Argonian.
There was also a cloaked figure who appeared to be a Khajiit. He or she was hiding herself very carefully....he wondered why.
"Probably had a run-in with the Legion", he thought.
Shifting his gaze from the barkeeper back to the richly dressed Altmer, it suddenly it occured to him that he was a Mage, and he vaguely remembered hearing him talking to the Atronach while he was outside.
He strode over to the other Altmer, with the typical proud poise of his kind. His own scrappy looking clothes did not bother him, it never did; he was a High Elf after all.
"Greetings. I am called Estarriol. I see you are also a mage?"

OOC: I'm assuming the Bosmer isn't still lying dead on the ground...
And the name Estarriol isn't original, it's out of a book.

OOC: Arnandre Erelue is a Breton, not a High Elf

I'll disregard it however.

IC:

Arnandre, looked the Elf up and down, then broke into a wide smile.

"Oh goody! I bet I can do the best spells." he grinned.

OOC: Ah crap...mixed him up with your other character.
I'll type when I have time later.

The Breton smiled lightly, "Not your fault? Of course it's your fault. You could have simply beaned him in the face before he, or you, brought the roof in on your own thick skulls. Anyways..." He turned back to the bartender, stroking his chin. "Since you seem a bit less... well, irritated... I'd like a glass of flin, if you would. Make it a double. I'd prefer stumbling out of here so drunk I won't recall what transpires tonight." He set his gold on the counter.

OOC: I'm pretty sure no one actually cleaned up the elf's corpse. At least, no one said they did, so I assumed the corpse was still hanging out with us.

Arnandre looked at the bearded Breton with distaste as he berated Kenjatsu, then turned and drank some more Brandy.

OOC: Sorry about that. I thought i posted but i guess i must have hit the wrong button. sorry about that


Kenjatsu growled at the Breton that spoke up. Kenjatsu felt like getting up, walking over to the Breton and beaning him in the face but forced himself to stay sitting down on his chair. Instead, he took another sip of his ale and bit off another peace of mutton. He swallowed the peace of mutton, then remembered Arnandre asking him how he was doing. Kenjatsu then he turned back to Arnandre with a frown. "Lousy. After the Marrow incident, i've been lost and confused.." Kenjatsu said, rubbing his ear.

"Perhaps", said Estarriol, acknowledging his remark with a slight smile. "I am but a student of magic so far: I have joined the Mages Guild only recently, and I haven't learnt as many spells yet as I would like. But, I can assure you, I have potential, and I plan to go far, even though the Mages Guild's rules are so restrictive."
He waved the barkeeper over imperiously, and pulled out a seat for himself at the table. He looked up at the Argonian, frowning, pondering what he said. But it made no sense to him, and as he had only just entered, he obviously was not going to ask about it.
He subtly glanced at the hooded Khajiit, before returning his gaze to the Argonian.
Who was the khajiit? Was he or she just some kind of skooma trader, or did he or she have an interesting story behind the cloak? He was probably being stupid, but he felt quite curious.
"So, I haven't heard your names yet..."

"Arnandre Erelue." Arnandre stated promptly, holding out a hand. "Master Wizard of the Mages Guild, not in the council however. I could teach you a thing or two if you like."

Arnandre then turned back to Kenjatsu.

"You'll get over it. Possibly. I know one step would be to go to a chapel and pray for forgiveness from the sins you commited."

OOC:

No, Arnandre is not a religious fanatic. However, both the Nine and the Lords definately exist, and this is obvious to every person in the ES universe - Arnandre is faithful to Julianos, the god of knowledge, but not on a fanatical scale. He hates Hermaeus Mora, however, for he killed Arnandre's parents in a deal.

Some sins just cant be forgiven.. Kenjatsu thought to himself as he heard Arnandre's words. Then he looked back at the High Elf and smiled slightly. "The name's Kenjatsu."

Arnandre then twitched suddenly, before blurting out:

"Got to go to the Spire! The vault's having a feezeover - Knew I shouldn't have put a freezing mist over it to make it look pleasing..."

With that, he stood up, strode out of the door, mounted his white horse, and galloped off to the north-north-west.

OOC: Thread's nearing maximum posts I think, I'll make a new one.

OOC: Oky dokes! Expect me to be there as well ^_^

200 is the post limit. Next time please let the topic run to within a few of that number.

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