» Sat May 28, 2011 5:35 pm
I was silent fellow who kept to myself mostly. Actually was rather nice to anyone willing to risk talking to me. Sadly a rumor started going around, this being common in small towns, that I was a vampire (whether thats true or not we will see in Skyrim :hubbahubba: ). Speaking as I usually spent my nights drinking in a dark corner of the local tavern, the guards didn't have much trouble finding me.
As they walked in I glanced over but continued reading my book. Then I noticed them walking towards me. The fat head guardsmen then preceded to tell me I was under arrest for conspiracy and vampirism. As I tightened my muscles to reach for my bow, I looked around the room and noticed the many townsfolk glaring. I took a calming breath and asked exactly why I was be accused of this. One guard then suddenly reached for me, and in one quick instant he was blown back from a fireball out of my palm. The others took a step back, in perfect unison with the gasp of the townsfolk.
I then realized that whatever resistance I put up wouldn't help my case. I was desperate for money and couldn't afford supplies for an escape south, especially an escape through the wild this close to winter. So with that in mind I stood up and handed my bow to the Inkeeper, every eye in the tavern moving with me.
"I'll be back for that real soon."
8 years and one shaggy beard later..........