Open RP: The Three Elk Inn

[LordNaskill]

Darius watched as the Nords continued to speak to one another his eyes still dull from the book "quite interesting" Darius said writing what he saw in a small book he got Darius was liking the way of the conversation so he wrote parts of it down to

 

[Dustman]

(( Heh. Redguard. Marius is a Nord, but he grew up in Hammerfell. Page 3 explains it a bit, or you can look on my profile under information. Your character having entered before the monologue, it's feasible he's heard it as well ))

"Ah, a man who appreciates weapons. Yes. Well, it is indeed an heirloom, of a sort, I suppose." Having already told his story, he continued in a lighter mood. "After fleeing my village, I journeyed back to the original, Dustman's Cairn. While it was unpleasant, to relive some of those ghosts, I managed to sneak into one of the concealed Dustman clan-leader tombs I'd heard in stories growing up. It felt right that, being possibly one of the last remaining Dustmen, I should wield the sword of the clan, and I found this one miraculously preserved. It was a bit damaged with age, but still usable." He paused, recalling old memories, "You should've seen me, a lad of only eight, with this massive sword strapped to my scrawny back! But, it was a comfortable weight. When I journeyed into Hammerfell, the sword stayed with me, a reminder of who I was, and where I came from. In the warrior tribe that adopted me, they had a talented smith, and he recognized prime craftsmanship, and offered to restore the sword for me, and show me how to care for it. It wasn't free, and I had to do a great deal of gold-saving for the restoration, but I was not yet old enough to train as a warrior, so I did jobs around the compound until I had enough money." Marius stopped, and took a swig of water. "It's been with me ever since - quality stuff too, as after all these years it looks no worse for wear."

 

[fellowknight]

Baroth smiled hearing the Nord's long story on the history of the Gorgeous Greatsword laid before him. He chuckled when he heard him carrying the sword on his back at eight. It was highly honorable, being so loyal to one weapon, he himself could relate. He then finished wiping his armor and set the slightly red rag on the table, taking a small sip of his mead and acknowledging the sword's condition.

"Indeed, it certainly looks like it could take down more than a couple bandits, maybe even more. I myself have had this steel sword for, what, thirty years now? It has been through both the worst and the best times of my life, and yet still it stands. There was this one time when it was nearly destroyed by a raging mage. This mage Was madder than a cave bear getting stung by wasps. He was messing woth some people in the tavern and later, had apperently been bumped into by a distracted barmaid, who had spilt over to two pints of mead on his robes. He was furious and immediatly tried to kill her, But, thank the gods, i was there to stop him. Well, i had only time to push her out of the way, before he shot a fire spell. I brought up my sword and began blocking the flames from my body as i slowly approached him. I smacked him over the head with the hot blade and the guards arrived shortly after, dragging him off to jail. The barmaid thanked me so much, giving me a fresh pint of mead and a sweet roll. I only slid her those things back and gave her a large coin purse. What are you paying me for? It was you who saved my life, she said. I only smiled and said, For spilling the mead on the mage."

 

[LordNaskill]

Darius continued to listen on about the Nords "Self reliant fighters and Great Friends" he said as he wrote it down
Darius was amused by how long these hardy folk can talk without a single stop Darius began to order a few more ales and drank them slowly savouring the flavour and licking his lips because of its taste

 

[Dustman]

Marius listened to the knight's own story, and laughed at the images, and the darkly humorous way he had handled the situation. Here was a man that new good values. Then, Marius remembered something the knight had said before "I was walking along the road towards Falkreath when i heard a young lady scream." It was rather trivial, it seemed but would answer as to where this mysterious Inn lay.

"Say, sir knight, you mentioned that you were on your way to Falkreath when you encountered the young woman. Given how you couldn't have gone off far from there when you fought that man from your past, I deduce.." Marius told "...that this is place is in Falkreath hold! Anyways, not terribly important I suppose, but it clears one thing up."
((OOC: Given the length of this one day, for the sake of role-playing, I'll have Marius go to bed, as it's clear we all have last night. ))

Marius yawned, and realized even the birds outside had gone to sleep. 'It must be late' he thought. "While I'd like to chat with you into the night, sir knight, it has been a rather long day." Marius said, finishing sharpening the long side of his greatsword, then wiping it clean, and wrapping it back up. "I'll retire to my room now."

On his way to his room, Marius glanced tiredly over to the older Breton who had been fairly quiet since he came, a sharp contrast from the giant of a man before. Perhaps he'll address him tomorrow.

 

[Writes-Many-Posts]

(ooc: sorry for the late post, i will make maquiavel leave after marius introduced himself)
The breton heard Marius' introduction. "Maquiavel... Just that sort of man who punishes beings for things they will do and not what they did." He said in a rather uninterested way. He looked outside through an old glass window and feasted his eyes on a wonderful healthy goat, enjoying the quiet growth of the forest as a meal. "It has been a real pleasure you two, but I must cause pain to something and earn some respect among the forsworn." He slammed the door and hurled an axe to the goat's neck, making it fall and stay trembling on the floor. With a smirk, he picked up the dying animal and carried it all the way back to the Reach, not even noticing another nord that was approaching the inn.

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The next morning, an imperial stumbled across the Three Elk Inn. Virk Wiing was his name, and he seeked somewhere to find human company, after spending an unfortunate time alone. Opened the door and put a dent steel tankyard on the floor, and readied his dexterity to manage to drink something. "Can I get you anything?" The inn keeper said. "Virk carries no money, but he will take care of that right away." Finishing this sentence, he got closer to the tankyard and begun juggling with his shivs for coin, standing only on his right foot, balancing a steel dagger on his left one that was on the air. "Coin for a talented begger?"

 

[Dustman]

Marius had woken up early that day, still dusky, and gone for some breakfast. He realized he had spent roughly three days at the Inn, and was running low on coin, having traveled lightly when he went on that hunt three days ago. Still, as a half-blind and disheveled Imperial stumbled into the Inn in early morning and began to juggle knives for coin, Marius spared a few, keeping enough for lunch today.

On a side note, he also noticed that the mess of the imperial was gone, and slipped a small ruby to the serving wench, who he presumed had had the unfortunate job of cleaning it up.

 

[fellowknight]

Baroth nodded and watched as Marius gathered his equipment and excused himself to his room for the night. Eventually, the Knight followed suit, renting a room and retiring to his cozy bed for the night.

He awoke as the warm, fuzzy light of the sun peeked through his window and shone upon his face. He sat up and yawned, rubbing his eyes and stretching before he got up and out of bed. He went to the wash room and got some water from the keg and splashed it on his face.

The cold water woke him up a little, so he continued to wash his face. After he was done, he wiped his face with the rag that was laid out for him. He walked back into his room and put on his armor, stretching once more before heading out into the tavern.

He walked over to the bar and sat on a stool, taking a moment to admire the tavern before ordering a mead. He gave the Man another tip and waited for his drink. He also noticed an imperial juggling tankards and asking for any gold. He smiled, amused somewhat, as he tossed him a medium sized coin purse.

 

[Writes-Many-Posts]

"Gods bless you." Virk said, throwing the shivs in the air and catching them with his teeth. Placing his newest earning on the counter, he ordered for a bread and a bottle of mead while putting all his shivs on his belt again. Once it arrived, he immediatly devoured the bread and skulked the drink quickly. "Virk hasn't eaten in 2 days!" He justified with a smile as he put down the bottle already empty. "May Virk know your names?" Clearly his madness was already noticed by everyone in the inn, but he was not a dangerous psycho, just a friendly psycho.

 

[fellowknight]

Baroth nodded and faced the beggar, stating his name. "Baroth Hermingfel." He said, standing and sitting by Virk. He didn't like seeing people such as him suffer from lack of wealth. There had been a great many times when he nearly died from saving beggar's lives. And he wouldn't mind dying for one either, if it meant him getting a better life or keeping his current one, he would do it.

"So tell me, Virk, what brings you to this wonderful tavern?"

 

[Dustman]

Marius shared the knight's sentiment for beggers. Despite the new Imperial's obvious madness, Marius saw that this man was friendly. "Marius Dustman, of Clan Dustman."

He also noticed that Baroth had awoke. "Hail friend, we've a new traveler come to the Inn!"

Then, turning back to the Imperial, Virk by the third-person speech, "So, Virk. Quite the long journey you've had, having not eaten for two days. Would you care for some music?" Marius said, turning to the Inn's bard, who had finished tuning her instruments.

 

[Writes-Many-Posts]

Virk swept the flour off his hands by rubbing them. He then leaned on the counter and faced Baroth. "Virk never... had causes before. All my deeds are decided at the moment. Virk never had regrets. He wanders around the province to find elk to eat and place to sleep." He took a leather bedroll of his satchel and showed it to the man."Well... there was one regret... unfixable. But such thing does not matter." A tear fell off his cheek and he tried to cover the sadness with a smile, but it was simply obvious he was sad. Unfortunately, despite being mad, he had a good memory. "Virk left his mother's house in Whiterun, along with all the spare coin that he didn't spend in food or clothing and wandered. Two days passed. No elk or goat or even wolf found me to feed me. Greedy Kynareth... Only spriggans and I can swear I saw a dragon. And fled as fast as my poor legs could. Then... I ended up here and now my stomach growls happily with this food." There it was... They already knew why Virk walked around coinless and how he used to spend the nights. "Yes!" He clapped loudly. "Music always warmed every inn!"

 

[fellowknight]

Baroth nodded as Maruis spoke. "Hail friend, we've a new traveler come to the Inn!" He nodded, seeing the beggar quickly gulp down his drink and swallow his food near whole. He smiled as he spoke back to Marius, admiring the beggar's satisfaction from the food and drink.

"Indeed we do! And a hungry one at that! Ah, but what ami saying, you have not eaten for, what, two days? Here, i'll get you some more food on the house." He said, before he walked to the bar and ordered for the hungry imperial.

"One cheese wheel, two bread loafs, five apples, three meads, and four pieces of horker." He said, putting a huge coin purse on the counter top.

 

[Dustman]

Marius watched the man give out massive amounts of gold to pay for the beggar's meal and wondered where he was off to with such coin, on that road to Falkreath. Then he turned to the bard, and asked for a tune on the song on the lute, and was surprised by a familiar Hammerfell tune. It was full of great rises and falls, and reminded him of the desert's dunes.

"Hah, sir knight, we'll feast for the whole day with all of that!" Marius said joyfully.


(( OOC: How does this reputation thing work? Thanks for the two points! ))

 

[Writes-Many-Posts]

Virk's pain reminder was reliefed with the song the bard was playing. He had never heard of it in fact. When the food came to his table, his eyes welled tears once again, these of joy. "How can Virk ever repay your kind heart?" He said cutting a slice of cheese and eating it quicker than the bread. "If you ever need one's help to either make a distraction, aid you with throwing knives as a ranged ally, or help sneaking in some fortress and opening a locked gate, Virk will gladly sign up for helping you!"
(ooc: yeah virk's trust is way easy to earn)

 

[fellowknight]

(Ok, like, at the bottom of my post it says, give rep. So if you click on that, you can give the person and amout of rep points you want to and you can even give them a small quote like leepdroon did)

 

[fellowknight]

Baroth nodded and sat down, watching the hungry man eat. "You can say thank you later, for now, eat your fill. Eat until you can't possibly shovel any more! I won't keep you from satisfying your hunger, as a matter of fact, i think i need to relax."

He put his feet up on the table, away from the food, as he laid his head back and sighed with relief. he was taken aback by the Tune of Hammerfell that now flooded the tavern. He remembered when he first traveled to The harsh dustlands. He also remembered nearly losing his hand in an unlawful execution. He shook the memory from his head and tried to relax.

 

[Dustman]

Marius considered Virk's offer. Though he usually went slaying by himself, it was good to have connections
"For a beggar, you are wise in your vows of companionship. I also offer my services, should one of you need a..." he thought of his next word "...specialist." He smiled at his new friends.


Seeing the knight beside him recline, he figured it was a good time to read. Quietly padding to his room, he got one of his Curio novels, and sat by the fire. There he also noticed the goat he'd left out last night had been cleaned up. 'What a great Inn' he thought to himself.

 

[Writes-Many-Posts]

Virk ate and ate until he finished the whole meal. From the big tasty cheese to the sweet touch of the horker meat. "I have never eaten so much in weeks." Virk was happy, in fact, he was in one of his happiest phases ever. "Virk is glad he is eating very nourishedly and manages to do it while staying away from his mother. Please don't tell her that I don't enjoy her company as much as she believes!" His tone suddenly shifted to a tense worried one.

 

[Dustman]

Marius watched Virk eat the entire meal. Talos, did he have an oblivion plane in the place of a stomach? Never doubt the conquests of a hungry man, he supposed.