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Welcome
Apr 28, 2015 23:30:10 GMT -6
Post by Ark Northwind on Apr 28, 2015 23:30:10 GMT -6
Greetings traveler, please, tell me your name.
Yours,
The Narrator.
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Welcome
Apr 29, 2015 10:11:16 GMT -6
Post by mzargo on Apr 29, 2015 10:11:16 GMT -6
A rather plump-looking Khajiit enters the room, carrying an enormous backpack, almost two times the size of his body. The Khajiit seems well-groomed, carrying remarkably nice and elegant clothing, albeit wet at the moment, just as his long, orange mane. He seems glad to enter a warm tavern, due to heavy rain outside. He immediately runs near the fireplace and unloads his backpack. He orders mead, puts it next to him, without tasting it first.
He unloads a small table, with several compartments. He proceeds to take out things from his backpack and put them on the table in front of him, assuming the meditative sitting position in front of it. The table is soon filled with jewelry, ornaments, books and scrolls, attracting curious dwellers of the tavern.
"Come, take a look, friend. This one has rarities and trinkets unseen here. Does it wish to buy? Come, M'Zargo will give a fair discount for the first customer!"
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Welcome
Apr 29, 2015 14:31:37 GMT -6
Post by Ark Northwind on Apr 29, 2015 14:31:37 GMT -6
A soft spoken man approaches you, the scars of time have plastered his face with deep gouges and scars. He stands before you with beard braided and wearing a brown tunic. At his belt a sword is slung through a leather frog. He carries a pack on his back with a bedroll slung beneath it.
He pulls up a stool, and sits, his sword clanking against the wooden floor.
"Good marrow Khajiit, what wares do you peddle today?"
Ark Northwind.
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Apr 29, 2015 14:43:51 GMT -6
Post by mzargo on Apr 29, 2015 14:43:51 GMT -6
"Good marrow Khajiit, what wares do you peddle today?" M'Zargo looks carefully at the man who pulled up a stool near. He notices his sword and a worn-out hilt, who has definitely seen better days. He takes out a green-looking ring and speaks: "This one has seen many battles, yes? M'Zargo can trade you a peculiar ring for a fair price. This one will grant you sharpness of the blade even if it is dull, precision in aiming even in darkness. This one cares to know more? Does it want to try out the ring? M'Zargo will give it a ring to try out and then bargain for price, if you have coin..."He takes the ring and puts it in his palm and reaches out with it towards the man. He smiles as he does so, his pearl-white fangs making a contemplative smile. |
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Apr 29, 2015 17:24:58 GMT -6
Post by Ark Northwind on Apr 29, 2015 17:24:58 GMT -6
Ark reaches forward and grabs the delicate looking jewelry.
"I have seen my fair share of war, more often from the sidelines than from the battlefield, but I am no stranger to the sword. This ring reminds me of my fathers, although I have not seen my father for many years, I remember his ring vividly. I spent my youth trying to find ways to obtain it, but in the end, I had not the heart to take it."
After inspecting the ring, Ark hands the ring back to the Khajiit.
"And I fear now, I have not the heart to purchase this ring from you, for I have not much coin and I do not wish to be stopped by the guard with stolen property on my person."
Ark stands up and dusts off the bottom of his tunic, and begins to put his things in order.
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Welcome
Apr 30, 2015 1:52:58 GMT -6
Post by mzargo on Apr 30, 2015 1:52:58 GMT -6
"This one is Northwind, yes?"
M'Zargo keeps on smiling and awaits for the answer. Before he gets one, he says:
"This one was told he would find him here. Told by the owner of the ring. Come. Sit. Speak with M'Zargo."
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Welcome
Apr 30, 2015 20:30:40 GMT -6
Post by sleepymata on Apr 30, 2015 20:30:40 GMT -6
The door to the inn opens again as a man steps inside, quickly closing the door behind him. He tosses the hood of his cowl back. His boots fall lightly on the aged warped planks that make up the floor of the old inn. He makes his way towards a distant corner in the back of the large room, as he passes by the fire the light reveals his more fair features and slightly pointed ears, revealing his Breton heritage. He drops his gear down onto the floor beside his seat, a well worn leather pack with antler accents with simple travelling gear, a sizable sword, and another leather bag that appears to contain an instrument. His earth toned clothes and leather's are damp from the rain but not overly soaked, having been fortunate enough to not be exposed to the harsh rain for too long. He pulls out a long pipe and lights it up taking a slow drag on the herbs within the bowl, dimly illuminating his features in his dark corner. Damh's eyes scan the inn as he relaxes in his seat after a long day of travel.
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Welcome
Apr 30, 2015 21:54:50 GMT -6
Post by Ark Northwind on Apr 30, 2015 21:54:50 GMT -6
Ark Northwind turns his head hearing the noise of the door and storm being let in, he watched the new patron for a moment before returning his attention back to the Khajiit. As he watches the eyes of the Khajiit and silently checks to see if all the things are in order in his pockets, he proceeds to sit back down. He draws from his tunic a small scroll case and places it on the table in front of the feline creature.
"Alright 'Zargo, Since you wish to keep my attention and seem intent on pushing your ring on me, how about I propose a bit of a trade. Here I have a scroll I could not for the life of me figure out its meaning. I came across this in some ruins down in the Imperial territories. There may have been a few sour sports about my acquisition of this scroll, so I would be glad to be rid of it. I plan to travel back down to Cyrodiil and would rather not have it on my person."
Ark places the scroll case on the table in front of M'Zargo. He turns his head once more trying to catch a peak of the new patron in the tavern. Thinking the new guest may have noticed him, Ark raises his hand and motions to the bar keep.
"A Honey Mead, barkeep!"
Ark returns his attention to the Khajiit.
"So what do you say 'Zargo, A trade? A deal? A mystery for a mystery."
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May 1, 2015 23:22:42 GMT -6
Post by wolfsfox2231 on May 1, 2015 23:22:42 GMT -6
A short figure quietly opens the door and then quickly steps into the inn, wringing out her numerous colored skirts and her cloak. Those near by would hear her grumbling about the rain and something to do with mud. After taking off her cloak she walks over and joins the other man’s table. Her ears would be pointed as well and her hair in a wild braid, with what looks like feathers at the end. She would set her leather bag next to his on the floor and remove what looks like cards from a pouch on her belt and start shuffling them.
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May 17, 2015 17:05:22 GMT -6
Post by sleepymata on May 17, 2015 17:05:22 GMT -6
Damh smiles to the woman as she comes in from the rain and takes a seat beside him.
"Find everything you needed at the herbalist's?"
He takes another draw on his pipe as he reaches into the soft leather bag and pulls out a mandolin and quietly plucks at the strings while turning the pegs with the instrument held close to his ear.
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