Death_Penalty

Good. This should prevent the past.....unpleasantness shall we say.....from ever reoccuring. :D

The Khajitt are not thieves, they simply have trouble understanding the concept of "ownership". They also have a native treat known as a "sweet meat".

Kain puts on an innocent face. "Me?" he says with wide eyes of mock purity. "If you look carefully, you will see that this is a bladed staff, blades on either end. It works like a swallow or a double bladed sword, and will produce cuts. Or, would you prefer a demonstration?" Says the Wizard, smiling venomously.

"Well!" said Kain, "I think we all know who is responsible!!" he shouts, turning around, and pointed his finger vehemently at Thomas. "Thomas was the only one there when the first murder happened! Thus, we are led to the conclusion, that HE is the most likely suspect."

Kain's eyes grow wide. "What!? Liar!!! I never killed her! You can't prove anything!!!!" he shouts, looking around the tavern nervously.

I agree completely. It's a leaf of heather, worth nothing, you pick it up and what do you get? "You will die!" I mean come on people.....

"Indeed" says Kain to Racius, then swipes a vial from the pouch. He sniffs at the liquid carefully, deciphering it's contents. When the Wizard is satisfied that this is no ruse, he downs the vial in a manner that suggests how he got hung over in the first place...

"Charming" said Kain, obviously unimpressed. "Looks like one of my failed experiments!" he said, nudging Raziel in the ribs and laughing.

(OOC: Yes yes wonderful we have all heard of Soul Reaver. You don't see anyone else posting a million pictures.)

Light from the dawn streaks into the Tavern's murky windows. All of the regulars are gone, and most of the Adventurers are sleeping in their rooms. A beam of light dances onto Kain's face. The Wizard groans and rolls over, letting go of the barstool. Sheilding his eyes with his hand, the Drow gets up sorely. "Aaaaaah confounded Dagoth Brandy!" he shouts, going over to a wash basin and dunking his entire head into it. A few moments later he pulls his head out, water spraying from his long hair. Kain rubbs his back and begins to stretch out a bit. He feels the diamond in his pocket and pulls it out to examine it. It seems vaguely familiar but the Wizard can't seem to remember where it came from.

Kain's eyes grow wide at sight of the sparkling diamond. He reaches out a hand to touch it. "Really? It's so beautiful...." he says quietly, then just as he touches it recoils as if he had been burnt. "NO!" he shouts, standing up. "I see your mind! You....You're the King of the Scribs aren't you!!?!?! You've come to steal my soul with that gem!!!! To lure me into submission!!!! Then force me to toil in your underground sugar caves!!!! Well this is one Drow that won't be taken in by your spell!!!" Kain screams, picking up a barstool and swinging it madly around the tavern. Partons dart to get out of the way of the Wizard's blows. "Die you vile scrib fiend!!!" he shouts, flailing the stool about madly. Presently Kain trips on an overturned table, and goes crashing to the floor. The bar is silent as the partrons wait to see what will happen next. Silence fills the air.... Then suddenly..... A loud snoring..... And Kain is fast asleep on the ground, hugging the barstool to his chest like a teddy bear.

"Hey!!!" Kain exclaims as the goblet goes flying out of his hands and hits the floor, brandy spilling across the floor. The Wizard stares sadly at the ruined beverage. Presently he looses his balance and falls off the chair, hitting the wooden floor loudly. "Aha!" he screams as he jumps up, scrambling to his chair. He is brandishing a cube of salt proudly. "Look what I found!!!" He yells to noone in particular, "It's a DIAMOND!!!! Ah hey hey! Look with your eyes not with your hands my friend!!!" He shouts to an invisible foe and snatches the "diamond" away. Suddenly Kain's mood changes, and he sits down hard in his chair, sobbing loudly. "When I didn't do my chores my father would beat me with a bag of salt!!!" he wailed, tears pouring from his eyes, "Oh Papa why are you hurting me?!! I love you Papa don't hurt me please!!" The wizard continues bawling and pounds the table.

"Wahhhhh!" shouts Kain, "A giant fly!!!!! Shoo shoo!" He begins swatting at Raziel, the Dagoth brandy has obviously gone to his head.

Kain unleashed a sinister smile. "No," he said sarcastically "I'm a healer! In my spare time I pick flowers and dance naked through the trees, petting fuzzy little animals and drawing pretty pictures of rainbows and unicorns."

Kain considered HeLL's proposal. "The spoils of adventuring are price enough..." said he. "But do not make the mistake of assuming that I am less experianced than you. You'll find I am no creampuff--" Kain's attention was averted by the Bosmer. "You again!" he hissed when Davis finished his rather lengthy slur of commentary. "I thought I was rid of you for good!" He sneered, but there was an air of amusment in his tone and it was to be seen that he was in a good humour. The Dagoth brandy released it's famliar pungent aroma's under his nose and he couldn't resist picking up the goblet. "And don't remind about the arm! You wouldn't want to know what I had to do to get it back....It still doesn't feel the same...." Kain took a generous sip of the brandy, swallowing it down. It was incredibly powerful. "Trying to drink me under the table are you? I guarantee you, I do not make the same mistakes twice!" He said with a broad smile.

"Pfff houses, guilds, conformity! I am loyal and work for myself only. Wizards are closest amongst men and mer to immortality. Although..." said Kain, turning his hand and studying it intently, then setting his cold eyes back to HeLL, "I am ready to lend some assistance...for the right price." said the Wizard flashing a dark smile. "And watch your tongue. Do you want to know what happened to the fool who called me "gramps" ?!"

Kain raised an eyebrow. "Call me what you will, we are all fools. I enjoy asserting my superiority over the pitiful wretches. Sometimes I insult the wrong man, or woman. No hard feelings I assume?" He took a sip of his brandy, "About myself? Well I'm a sarcastic male without a father and I love it."

Kain choked on his brandy. He threw his head back and started laughing loudly. "A woman?!?! Oh that's priceless.....ahahahahahah stop it I'm splitting my gut over here! Ahahahahahahahaha!!"

Kain sneered at the activities of the men. "What a captivating bar!" he said, his voice thick with sarcasm. "The humble and humanitarian Altmer Mage, seeking to aid the poor poor victim of two unlikely infections, who is so drowned in self pity he might as well be swimming in his own tears!" Hissed the Drow, waving his hand in front of him as he spoke.

Kain snickered. "Telvanni?" he said with a cruel laugh, "Those pink-robed pansies? I think not."

I can't believe that noone has mentioned this yet. COPRUS STALKERS LAME COPRUS I thought I'd have a heart attack the first time on of those bastards came after me. I wanted to go crying to my mommy! :(

We've never kicked someone for making a mistake. At least, I never have. And don't worry about your grammar, it is fine so far. If anyone gives you a hard time just tell me bout it and I'll take care of it ;) ;) :D

oh quit being so anal and give him a break He had to endup there somewhere, that's why it is FANTASY ROLEPLAYING not anal what-if-it-had-to-be-a-real-world roleplaying.

Alright then let me see what I can think of....ArtKing was pretty thorough... I suppose I'll write some tips... You cannot simply "make" something happen because it fits into that situation. This is simular to the " No Plot Twists" rule ArtKing had on his story. Meaning don't change your character because it happens to fit in at the time. Oh he was a mage, but suddenly unsheathes a GIANT Daedric Dai-Katana and kicks everyone's ass. Oh and now he's also a werewolf. And although in my description of him I said he hated the undead, now he's a Necromancer but in the next story he is a holy preist again because we are in a Temple. Make your character, adapt. What do you think life is? You cant just CHANGE who you are because it fits more into the current surroundings. No stealing someone else's ideas! Just because you don't have a way of answering my insult, dont MAGICALLY make yourself a Vampire! Geez! Go read my Laraine intro, I SPECIFICALLY said NO COPYING!!! geez lousy...(mumble mumble...) Intro's help very much. Establish who your character is, so that others can interact realistically. The RP story will be dry w/o character. A noble knight, a pious cleric, a barbaric orc, a schemy mage may all be cliches, but at least they work better than no character. Oh I just run around killing things, I don't have an appearance or a history and I change my profession and training as it suits me... You need some prose. Don't just type, think. I realise that not everyone is a writer, but at least include some description or words that are longer than two syllables. On the flip side, try not to be confusing. "I told him" might be hard to decipher if there are three male characters. Suddenly in the next post all three reply. Try to make your posts clear when addressing or describing others. As ArtKing mentioned, setting is important. You wouldnt think so but suddenly one person is talking about trees while another marshes and a third says "he headed down the busy Balmora street". This gets frustrating. Now just because someone began a story, doesnt mean that they have it all planned out. Unless they state that they want it to go in a specific direction, feel free to come up with your own ideas. Just dont exaggerate or cheesewhiz. If you dont add in, the story wont go anywhere. The best thing to do is to create a memorable character, with a definate personality backed by a valid biography that explains WHY they do the things they do. This adds realism and makes for an enjoyable character, which others will want in their RP stories because it brings good experiances. Arguements with other characters are fine but try not to get too riled up, it can ruin a RP story. Thats about all the ranting I can think of, as a closing note please DESCRIBE. Describe where your character is, what they are doing with their hands and face, what their weapons and clothing look like, what they look like, what they are thinking, how they are reacting, etc. Noone needs a barebones RPGer.

The night is stormy. A drenched individual wearing a black floor length cloak and silver mask enters. She proceeds to sit in the darkest corner, furthest away from the others.