The Adventures of Skyrim

[EdwardWinterRP]

"Well." Edward said "We shall now wait for Aardorn to appear and for Selene to leave."

[mythicdawnmaster]

"No i shall not leave, you trashed my home, insulted Nawen and shot my dear friend Aardorn in the head!, also the fact you are in my land, means i can ask you to leave, not the other way around!" She did not step down, but did not resort to burning him alive... she said "I stay one way or another"

[EdwardWinterRP]

"Well then, you and Nawen have wasted your time coming." Edward said, "I wished to speak to Nawen and Aardorn, not you." Edited November 22, 2011 by EdwardWinterRP

[Brutii]

"Ho! Ho! Ho! to the bottle I go

To heal my heart and drown my woe.

Rain may fall and wind may blow,

And many miles be still to go,

But under a tall tree I will lie,

And let the clouds go sailing by." Aardorn sang, in a drinking contest with Kolran, he downed two tankards

"Not bad lad. Beat this: Hey! Come merry dol! derry dol! My darling!

Light goes the weather-wind and the feathered starling.

Down along under Hill, shining in the sunlight,

Waiting on the doorstep for the cold starlight," Downing three tankards

Aardorn laughed "You steal songs from other folk"

Kolran replied "So do you!" They both began to laugh, singing songs and drinking more

[mythicdawnmaster]

"Selene looked at edward and said "Do you know who i am? i reccomend you show some respect dear, if i was in a bad mood, you would have been publicly executed by now ok?!"" This man REALLY needed to learn some respect, speaking to the provincial Governess of Skyrim in such a way was a very BAD idea...

[Naktis]

"So what now?" Nawen asked. "Are we suppose to go back to the village? You all are very strange people." The drow mumbled as she turned around and started walking. She also looked at Selene and thanked her for healing her back.

[EdwardWinterRP]

"I am going to the tavern." Edward said to both of them. "Follow if you must." Edward would then slowly vanish and reanimate in the tavern. He then looked at Aardorn suprised. "Hello sir.. care for another drink?"

[Brutii]

"I am going to the tavern." Edward said to both of them. "Follow if you must." Edward would then slowly vanish and reanimate in the tavern. He then looked at Aardorn suprised. "Hello sir.. care for another drink?"

 

"Huuuhhh... wha? Kolran? Dat you?" Aardorn said, Kolran was totally drunk and couldn't say anything longer than

"uuuuuuuhhhhhhhh"

[EdwardWinterRP]

Edward would sit here looking at the men getting drunker. After a while of drinking he was drunk too. He started dancing and fooling around with Aardorn and Kolran. Edited November 22, 2011 by EdwardWinterRP

[Brutii]

Edward would sit here looking at the men getting drunker. After a while of drinking he was drunk too. He started dancing and fooling around with Aardorn and Kolran.

 

"HAHA! Troll sat alone on his seat of stone,

And munched and mumbled a bare old bone;

For many a year he had gnawed it near,

For meat was hard to come by.

Done by! Gum by!

In a cave in the hills he dwelt alone,

And meat was hard to come by.

 

Up came Tom with his big boots on.

Said he to Troll: 'Pray, what is yon?

For it looks like the shin o' my nuncle Tim,

As should be a-lyin' in graveyard.

Caveyard! Paveyard!

This many a year has Tim been gone,

And I thought he were lyin' in graveyard.'

 

'My lad,' said Troll, 'this bone I stole.

But what be bones that lie in hole?

Thy nuncle was dead as a lump o' lead,

Afore I found his shinbone.

Tinbone! Thinbone!

He can spare a share for a poor old troll,

For he don't need his shinbone.'

 

Said Tom, 'I don't see why the likes o' thee

Without axin' leave should go makin' free

With the shank or the shin o' my father's kin;

So hand the old bone over!

Rover! Trover!

Though dead he be, it belongs to he;

So hand the old bone over!'

 

'For a couple of pins,' says Troll, and grins,

'I'll eat thee too, and gnaw thy shins.

A bit o' fresh meat will go down sweet!

I'll try my teeth on thee now.

Hee now! See now!

I'm tired o' gnawing old bones and skins;

I've a mind to dine on thee now.'

 

But just as he thought his dinner was caught,

He found his hands had hold of naught.

Before he could mind, Tom slipped behind

And gave him the boot to larn him.

Warn him! Darn him!

A bump o' the boot on the seat, Tom thought,

Would be the way to larn him.

 

But harder than stone is the flesh and bone

Of a troll that sits in the hills alone.

As well set your boot to the mountain's root,

For the seat of a troll don't feel it.

Peel it! Heal it!

Old Troll laughed, when he heard Tom groan,

And he knew his toes could feel it.

 

Tom's leg is game, since home he came,

And his bootless foot is lasting lame;

But Troll don't care, and he's still there

With the bone he boned from its owner.

Doner! Boner!

Troll's old sear its still the same,

And the bone he boned from its owner!"