Zavier considered the offer Swims-Faster made. His own skill in daggers wasn't terribly good, he had to admit, and he was quite well versed in Conjuration. He had never turned down learning a new skill before, perhaps he could even make use of the spear-fighting skills that Swims-Faster was offering. It was well worth considering.
One of the Nords came near the legionnaire and muttered something that Zavier couldn't hear. Being this deep in Stormcloak territory probably wasn't the best place to reveal that bracer, he wanted to say, but held himself back. Zavier made a quick and casual survey of the room, trying to determine what spells would get him out as quickly and as bloodlessly as possible.
The barmaid had her conversation cut short with Jarek, however she was blissfully unaware of the sudden presence of tension in the room. She noted the signal of the dark furred Kahjiit and walked over to his table with a freshly poured ale.
Sten However was fully aware of the situation but little did he care, he stood up from his seat and headed upstairs behind and out of sight to where the Orc previously stood.
Since ill be doing multiple people, ill put the person in action in bold
"Thank you, miss" Raksada said to the maid, accepting the drink. "I'd stay away from the bar for a bit though. Looks to be a fight brewing."
Raksada watched as the redguard made his way upstairs. Smart man he thought to himself. Means he'll be an even harder mark than I thought. Might be best just to forget about him for now. He enjoyed challenges, but had learned over the years that it was best not to go looking for them. They found you often enough as it was.
Swims'Faster continued to lick at his drink, taking in all the sights in the tavern. The lone Redguard in the room obviously was someone important with all that gear, most of it rare, but all unusual. The Khajiit in the corner watched, almost wistfully he would say, as he walked upstairs and out of sight. this cat is someone to watch for, he may have connections inside Riften that can point me in the right direction for Quickkills.
Swims'Faster quickly gulped down the rest of his brandy, and, beginning to feel the effects of the alcohol, decided that it would be best to begin to play it up a little. In the act of throwing back his drink, he swallowed to not waste it, and fell over backwards in his chair. As he fell, he knocked his weapons over off the wall, making a racket, got up, and sauntered over to the Khajiit's table, goblet still in hand, and plopped down in the chair opposite the cat.
"Hey, kitty, you know t'hecitwell?" He slurred. "You know whetheBeean'Bar' is any good as a place tosto'ont'way?"
Jarek peered at the Nord, followed by a grin. A lot had changed in the moment between showing his bracer and the Nord getting up to the challenge, for one that huge orc had sat at the bar and everyone else seemed to have shifted uneasily. The Khajiit had called away the barmaid at the right moment, no need to get her worked up over this. It would be best not to push these ale swigging Nords any further,
"sorry, I meant no offense and if you are looking for a Legionnaire you haven't found one, haven't been one for a couple years."
Jarek shifted his cloak off to reveal plate armor, only his bracers were imperial. He allowed his cloak to fall more and exposed his sword still sheathed against his side.
Jarek wasn't going to get in a fist fight with this Nord but if the fool really wanted to match steel, Jarek wouldn't back down.
Raksada was startled out of his reverie as one of the argonians fell out of his chair, appearing to be rather intoxicated. He kept his left hand under the table, gently touching his dagger as the argonian made his way over.
"Hey, kitty, you know t'hecitwell?" He slurred. "You know whetheBeean'Bar' is any good as a place tosto'ont'way?"
Raksada relaxed a bit. It appears he only wants some information. he thought. "Yes, the Bee and Barb is a fairly good place to spend a night." he said, having made it one of his preferred haunts. "I stop in there about twice a week, see if there is anyone worth knowing coming into town."
The Nord slammed his hands down onto the bar in a somewhat aggressive manner, this was accompanied by a hearty but forced laugh.. one that was far too loud to be genuine.
"i'd make ye buy me a drink lad, lucky for you they're free."
He starts to make his way back to the table but turns harshly.
"Way i see it is there is only one way t'solve this. I'll show you how a true Nord drinks! Last man be a'standin is the winner. What do ya say?"
Drinking contest!!! Roll 1d20, i will too. Highest number wins the contest. You may also wish to decline (Giving consequences... or not)
Also please just post a chat message stating what the role is for to keep things tidy, cheers!
Jarek agrees to the contest, thinking the Nord may just want to get him drunk before the fight, either way Jarek had planned on getting drunk so it didn't matter...now he was wishing he had gotten the chance to eat, as he hadn't since breakfast.
Jarek was beginning to feel the drink, not nearly as much as that Argonian pestering the Khajiit in the corner but he was getting there, he didn't let it show, he briskly accepted the next mug, raised it to his lips and found this one went down much smoother.
"Well, ssince you know sso much about the Bee and Barb, do you by chance know the proprietor of the inn? An Argonian female, half a head fin missing, beautiful sscales, young, maybe an eye misssing, anyone like that?I have some asssetsss I can perhapss offer if you have any informatsion." Swims'Faster suddenly whispered, sans slurred voice, hoping to maybe catch the Khajiit off-guard to get the most out of his sudden shift in tone and sobriety.
The drinking contest wasn't completely unexpected, Zavier had to admit. Nords drank for almost anything, and they drank twice as much when they weren't the ones paying. Still, the legionnaire, or whoever he really was, seemed to have the situation well in hand. 'Good.' Zavier thought, so long as tempers remained cool, every non-Nord in the bar might just walk out without his head in a bag or a bounty on his head. Swims-Faster seemed to be engaging the khajiit in the corner.
The khajiit looked like he wanted to remain unnoticed and was warily eying everyone who entered the bar. It was even odds he was a member of the Thieves' Guild or the Dark Brotherhood or just some loner trying to make a quick septim off some poor mark. In any case it was worth investigating. He got up made his way to the corner table. "I've been thinking on your deal, Swims-Faster." Zavier said, addressing the Argonian, "I'd like to talk about it a bit more, though that can wait if you have business to conclude with your associate here." Zavier turned to greet the khajiit, "And you might be?"
"I havn't seen anyone by that description in town" Raksada responded, somewhat surprised that the argonian had felt it necessary to decieve him like that. "However, I can have my contacts search for her, for a price." He figured he may as well start off on the right foot in this new inn. Who knows, maybe this night would prove profitable after all.
Just then, the mage walked up and mentioned a deal to the argonian. Raksada listened, curious, until the mage asked his name. Seeing no reason to conceal it at the moment, he responded "Raksada at your service. And you are?"
Need to ask Mozza about the argonian you are looking for, so may change it, depending on the result of my quiery
Jarek couldn't shake the feeling that he should have lost the contest, the Nord had been doing fine up until the last moment, maybe the barmaid had been filling the Nord's mug to the brim, a couple of Jarek's had felt a little light. Either way he had achieved victory and now there was one less Nord to butt into the business that seemed to be beginning towards the back of the room. The other Nord looked very surprised though didn't seem inclined to challenge Jarek in any way, so Jarek would leave him be.
Getting to his feet as steadily as he could manage, Jarek looked over at the barmaid and said "I told you that you would regret getting me drinking."
I'm not really expecting anything on Quickkils just yet this early in the game.I'm just trying to make connections with the rest of the players more than anything else, the tracking story works best to that end I think at this point.
"Well, Khajiit, I'll have to thing about that offer."
Swims'Faster then turned to Zavier as he introduced himself to the cat and whispered, "Ahh, Zsavier, how nice to see you again." He bared his teeth in what he hoped would be construed as a smile, but the smoothskins were notorious at misinterpreting signals,"I believe that my business with this Khajiit is done for the moment. Join me back at the fire will you." Swims'Faster then wobbly stood, and playing the drunk Argonian as much as he could, stumbled back to his seat and fell over purposely pulling his chair back into it's upright position and sat back down, attempting to master his little bleary-eyed look while still taking notice of as much of the inn as possible. He decided that he'd wait a few more minutes before retiring to a room for the night. Maybe take the Khajiit up on his offer to find Quickkills. Of course, he'd still have to honor his beginning of an agreement with Zavier.
I'm not really expecting your character to be able to teach my guy anything, I'm thinking he's around Expert level in conjuration or something like that. It was a good reason to talk to your guy.
Faulgor finished his hearty stew and set the bowl aside, showing that he was done with it should the barmaid decide to take care of it soon. He was halfway through his tankard of Jagga when the Nord challenged the Imperial to a drinking match. This should be interesting, Faulgor thought to himself as he gulped down some more of his drink. By the time the Orc reached the bottom of his tankard, the two drinkers had already gone through a handful of them. If it were any other time, he would've placed his bet on the Nord, though the man had already gone through a couple drinks during his stay here and the Orc had to maintain his professionalism on the job. Still, it came as a bit of a surprise when it ended with the Nord falling flat on his face, drunk as a skunk in a meadery. He lightly rapped his knuckle against the bar, yet managed to make a loud knock as he signaled the barmaid over. "If you'd kindly, refill my mug, it'd be much appreciated," Faulgor said in a low, gruff voice that contained a trace of sincerity. He stood and made his way over to the heap of Nord that currently occupied the center of the inn's floor, then grabbed the man's collar and began dragging him over to his friend. Raising his arm, the Orc lifted the Nord and brought him down onto the table at which the conscious Nord sat with a thud and clatter of the dishes already upon the table. "Here," Faulgor said, almost growling at the seated Nord as he leaned forward and over him, forcing the man to look up at the towering Orc before him. "Don't forget this on your way out; any trash left behind is either burned or fed to the dogs." Without hesitation, the Orc turned and stepped back to the bar where his drink awaited him, seating himself down on the stool (creak) and taking a sip of the fresh tankard-full.
"ah hem" Sten now stood were the Orc previously was, taking somewhat center stage of the inn.
"Please, before anybody is to leave and go their own ways. Listen to what i have got to say."
Sten had a very deep and profound voice, one that could hold your attention very well.
"If you had not already guessed, this is my inn.. and i believe i have done you all a favor to be here tonight with free ale and my generosity does not end there, i will offer you all a bed for the night at no cost. Unfortunately i only have two spare"
Sten makes his way over to the top of the stairs.
He slowly descends..
"I would be highly appreciative if well... if you returned a favor to me"
He takes a step down.
"Your generosity will be rewarded of course"
Another step..
"I am a fair collector of unique artifacts and i would be grateful of any assistance on my next adventure."
Sten pauses for a second on the step.. looking around at what the contents of the inn has to offer.
Remembering "Oh and it's legal work.. for the little of you in here that care"
Sten proceeds down the last of the stairs.
"Two carriages will be waiting just across the road at Riften stables around 8am tomorrow morning. We will be traveling to a ruin near Dawnstar and stopping at Whiterun along the way"
Sten pauses for thought...
"That is all i can tell you for now... ah, each of you will be rewarded will 500gold upon reaching Whiterun to gather supplies, your pay however will hopefully be significantly more."
Sten walks across the inn floor towards the bar, upon passing the table with the two Nords the sober Nord takes a swing at Sten hitting him square on the Jaw. The Nord ripped a coin purse tied to the Redguards waist.
As the Nord ran for the door Sten knew Anoke was perfectly capable of stopping the theif..
However Sten now felt somewhat embarrassed, he is a expert in block and the attack was of very poor form and all of this in front of potential employees. Feeling like he needed to redeem himself Sten telekinetically flung a stool into the back of the thieves right knee, the stool exploded into wooden splinters and by the sounds of it so did the thieves leg. Now on all fours the dirty Nord reached up to grab the inn door handle. The door being quite well built ideally required a man to be on his feet to heave it open.
Sten gentally placed his hand on the thieves shoulder and with a blinding flash of green light the Nord lay there motionless.
Sten somewhat still embarrassed made his way back up the stairs, he turns his neck
"Faulgor, would you please escort the Drunk (Nord) to a bed, he can repay me for the actions of his friend with his service tomorrow.. as for the thief, he doesn't look much use to anybody. Just get him out of here."
Stegosaurus and Mortis you both have a bed here tonight.
The drunk takes one of the two.
Now there is one left between the four others (Arrogancy, Malyc, Shotgun Guy, RedRyhno) between you choose who gets the bed. The rest of you find somewhere to sleep (Bee and Barb ect.) and meet in the morning.
Don't feel rushed to do so, the bar is closed but you may have a full drink and want to discuss what just happened before you leave.
Before Zavier could introduce himself, Swims-Faster got up and repositioned himself by the fire. The khajiit, Raksada, seemed to be considering him. It was a look Zavier knew, sizing up a target. This one was definitely dangerous, not that he really thought otherwise. "Zavier, pleased to meet you."
The hulking orc, at that moment, grabbed the now quite drunk Nord and slammed him into a table. The bar went silent for a moment before the patrons slowly began resuming their conversations. He turned back to his companion. It was time to see if this khajiit was a member of the Thieves' Guild. "I was thinking about setting up some business contacts here in Riften." Zavier began, "I haven't spent much time in the area though. Do you know of anyone who could help me with that, Raksada?" If he had half a brain Raksada would put him in contact with someone who was affiliated with Thieves' Guild.
The redguard had descended the stairs and made an interesting offer. He wanted hands to help him retrieve an artifact, and deep pockets to pay for the help. Thoughts of the Thieves' Guild were pushed aside by a new curiosity about this new man, and this quest he was offering. It could be well worth joining...
I didn't really think anything would come of it either, it was just a good excuse to speak with other characters.
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