The Mantis Posted July 21, 2003 Posted July 21, 2003 Thomas sat down and bit a large chunk out of some bread. He thought about it for a minute or two then looked at the dunmer. He put his axe on the table and nodded.
Stumpie the Vicious Midgit Posted July 21, 2003 Posted July 21, 2003 Ill have some Vampiric Dust please.
Death_Penalty Posted July 21, 2003 Posted July 21, 2003 Since the fight was not continuing, Augusta walked over to the bar counter. She wanted to greet Thomas, but she saw he was occupied with a lady dunmer and argonian. She slipped the barkeep fifteen gold peices, and he handed her a key. Recieving the key she proceded past the crowd and tables, towards the rooms.
The Mantis Posted July 21, 2003 Posted July 21, 2003 Thomas left his table and walked out of the tavern. Disappearing into the dark night.
Stumpie the Vicious Midgit Posted July 21, 2003 Posted July 21, 2003 Morakith blended into his surrondings and followed Augusta.
Death_Penalty Posted July 21, 2003 Posted July 21, 2003 Augusta entered her room, ploping her pack down at the bedside. She turned to close the door, tossing her scabbard and sword to the bed.
Stumpie the Vicious Midgit Posted July 21, 2003 Posted July 21, 2003 Morakith jumped over her and landed silently.
MechMantid Posted July 21, 2003 Posted July 21, 2003 Name: ArathosRace: ArgonianGender: MaleClass: RangerLikes: Jumping rooftop to rooftopDislikes: Rooftops that break when he lands on themWeapon of Choice: Longbow/Iron ArrowBio:Born into slavery, as a young hatchling, Arathos was very defient, and was taken to an arena to battle other slaves. He did not kill anyone during that time, as he knew of his culture, and how if he spilled argonian blood, he would be forsaken by the Hist. He did so well in the arena, he won his freedom, and a small sum of gold. He bought himself some armor, a longbow, and a quiver of arrows. He then wandered about, until he came to a tavern... *splinter crack* GAHH! *crash* uffffff... that hurt.
thanateros Posted July 21, 2003 Posted July 21, 2003 The Dumner throws her cloak over herself and stands up. "I'll meet you here in three days with the rest of your troupe, at which point I will know if you will undertake this task. If you are not here then I will assume you do not wish to take part. In either case I bid you farewell." She walks out of the tavern, not addressing the others. Leaving her brandy and glass on the table you notice that on the goblet there are rune engravings, much like those seen around Daedric temples. Dissappearing out of the tavern you're left there with a most intruguing proposition in front of you. Upon further inspection you notice a small satchel lying in the chair where she was sitting.
Sierrah Posted July 21, 2003 Posted July 21, 2003 Sierrah sees the other Argonian. "Hey another of my kind... finally," Sierrah said to Arathos.
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