Open The Jarl can hardly eat all the deer now can he?

[Boudica]

"Poaching...really?!" Rolf protested as he was shoved into one of the cells under Mistveil Keep. Turning around to charge back out, he was met with iron bars being slammed into his way and he stuck his arms through the gaps; pressing himself against the damps bars. "Aww hear me out kinsman! The Jarl can hardly eat all the deer now can she?!"

His question was left hanging in heavy, stagnant air as the footsteps of the guards faded to a faint thud as they ascended the stairs and continued their set route of patrolling the upper floor. Leaving his arms outside the bars, they relaxed and his hands dangled as he pressed his forehead against the prison door; shutting his eyes. Rolf sighed in an exasperated manner and reopened his eyes, meeting the gaze of a dark elf in the opposing cell. "Hey," Rolf greeted him with a tired tone, "how's it going?"
He was met with silence and a lovely view of the dark elfs back.
How polite these prisoners all were.
Flopping his wrists about out of boredom he soon withdrew his arms back into the small room that was his confinement. He walked about a little, fished a bottle of mead out of his pants and slid down against a wall onto a sparse scattering of hay. "This is a great pile of mammoth dung I've gotten myself into," he muttered angrily whilst he was pulling the cork of the bottle out with his teeth. Then, spitting the stopper across from him, he glugged the mead with relish. At least they hadn't found this on him, he thought happily, smiling against the opening as liquid flowed through and warmed his throat in amidst all this cold and wet.

 

[Anonymous]

(I presume this is an open roleplay, and if so, I'd very much like to join! Do you have any requirements?)

 

[Andante]

I'm very glad you're interested in roleplaying with us! However, you'll need to follow our general guidelines, and rules for starting and maintaining a roleplay. You can find these on the main page of the roleplaying section.

Good luck. Hope to see your story in action, soon.

 

[Boudica]

Yeah, this is open and I'll probably never have any requirements on my RP's so jump right ahead ))

 

[tomlfc2000]

Could I possibly join? Is the whole idea of Hunters who have killed deer going to prison and seeing where it goes? Or whatever it seems really interesting so I would love to join

 

[Boudica]

You can totally join, jump in 8'D

 

[tomlfc2000]

My character
Name: Elnina Flame-Heart
Race: Dark Elf
Skills: Archery, Sneak, Lockpicking, Pickpocketing
Looks: With long flowing black hair, her high cheek bones give the roses cheeks a beautiful effect on her blue skin.
Personality: A sneaky, devious woman she can be deceptive. But if something is needed she can get it.
Backstory: Abandoned as a child, she grew up at the Riften orphanage. But at the age of 10 she escaped, developing her hunting skills as she traveled. 11 years one she continues to hunt...

Elnina snook up the side of the road, moving, silent. Her armor rubbed against her blue skinned, the deer staring at her startled as she readied her Ebony bow, she paused... And she released, the bow flying towards it. But then the guards grabbed her and dragged her off, for poaching...

 

[Boudica]

Rolf was scraping the empty bottle along the course cobbles of his cell floor with a bored expression on his face and his head resting on the knuckles of one hand. Yet, when he heard more guards tramping down the narrow corridor he quickly hid the bottle under a pile of hay and schooched along to the bars where he had a view of the tight corridor. Two guards, clad in their purple, leather and metal garb were escorting a dark elf between them, who looked thoroughly disgruntled and petulant despite her rather pretty face.
He watched with curious intrigue as one guard moved in front and unlocked the opposing cell to Rolfs own, swapping his sour dark elf neighbour for a far more prettier and far more female one.
"Come Brand-Shei, we're moving you up a floor," came one thickly accented voice, muffled slightly behind the thick iron helmet of a guard and Brand-Shei, obediently (yet sulkily) followed orders.
"You!" Came the ruder female counterpart that stayed beside the now open cell door with one hand on a bar and one hand on the hilt of her shortsword at her hip. "Come on elf, I haven't got all day!"

 

[tomlfc2000]

Elnina slipped her hands inbertween the rusted iron bars. Her fingers stretched out, the bony wrist flicking at he chains. She pulle out one hand then the other. She then reached in her back pocket for a salmon. She cut the carcuss open to find some lovely meat. She threw some other to the man in the opposing cell. "When you stop gawping at me we can talk yes? Hmm... what are you in here for?..." said Elnina in her hushed voice, sweeter than a sweetroll.

 

[Boudica]

He blinked in surprise at the dexterity the opposing elf displayed in freeing herself from cuffs and he himself caught the chunk of salmon thrown to him, with two paws.
Looking at the pink, slippery flesh, he eventually returned his eyes to his neighbour and responded, "I ain't gawping at you...", with earnest.
He folded the fish into a parcel in the middle of his palm and his eyes set of a hue of distrust and suspicion when regarding the female elf. He wasn't sure if she was a thief or worse (considering how easily she had removed the chains from herself) and would approach conversation warily.
"I didn't have a hunting permit for these parts, wandered into the Rift by mistake when stalking some quarry..." he replied simply, flipping the fishy parcel over onto itself so it unfolded, rather daintily, into its original, strange shape.
"And you?..."