ChiefScalyNipples
Dictator of my bedroom
Jeroo-Shei stood outside of the gate to the city conversing with the guards about his bounty.
"What will that be, about 40 septims? For theft and attempted assault?" he said to the guard. With a deep, barbarian-like voice, the guard answered him with, "Yeah, it happens again, you'll be mining until you cough up your beating heart from exhaustion. Do you understand, Lizard?!" Jeroo-Shei then responded in a smart aleck tone, "Yeah, yeah..." then dug around in his pockets for those 4 special white septims he had that were worth 10 septims each. He pulled them out of his pocket and handed them to the guard. The guard took his money, then nodded and let the Argonian Vampire into the city.
Jeroo-Shei pushed the Dwarven doors apart then closed them as he entered the city. Jeroo-Shei liked Markarth, an interesting city to him. All the advanced Dwarven mechanics and technology, it even had pendulum clocks made out of Dwemer components (OOC: I know it actually doesn't, I'm just saying that hypothetically because I think it would be cool). Jeroo loved the hospitality he received from his good friends in Riften, Talen-Jei and Keerava, but he felt he should expand his horizons, as he had been to Markarth only 6 times in all the centuries he had lived in Skyrim.
The Argonian opened the door to the Silver-Blood inn, just to relax there temporarily. He had fed off of human blood not too long ago so it was not like he needed that or anything. He was about to sit down at a nearby table, not even bothering to say a word to the innkeeper. Then suddenly as he inched himself over to sit in the chair, he heard a feminine voice across the room that shouted, "Everyone listen up, we are looking for a man called Ranolf Kin-Bane, he is a child slave trader. I want to find him, get some information, then kill him. It won't be easy, he has an army of bandits following his caravan, and he travels alot. I have picked up his trial, and he is stopped currently in Falkreath. Payment is 3000 gold a piece up front, 3000 when the job is done, plus any thing you find on the way."
The words "child slave trader", were what caught Jeroo-Shei's attention. He seeked out the source of origin from this voice. While wandering across the Inn, he found a hooded woman standing in front of quite a various group of individuals. Jeroo-Shei tapped her on the shoulder from behind when he got to her and said, "Excuse me, I heard you speak from across the room, it is looking to eliminate a child slave trader? You've gathered quite the battalion. I wish to join unless there is not room for one more. I was a hatchling slave myself. I don't know about your past, but you should understand if you were a slave like I was. So nothing would make me happier than to see the corpse of that bastard you mentioned soak in the mud."
"What will that be, about 40 septims? For theft and attempted assault?" he said to the guard. With a deep, barbarian-like voice, the guard answered him with, "Yeah, it happens again, you'll be mining until you cough up your beating heart from exhaustion. Do you understand, Lizard?!" Jeroo-Shei then responded in a smart aleck tone, "Yeah, yeah..." then dug around in his pockets for those 4 special white septims he had that were worth 10 septims each. He pulled them out of his pocket and handed them to the guard. The guard took his money, then nodded and let the Argonian Vampire into the city.
Jeroo-Shei pushed the Dwarven doors apart then closed them as he entered the city. Jeroo-Shei liked Markarth, an interesting city to him. All the advanced Dwarven mechanics and technology, it even had pendulum clocks made out of Dwemer components (OOC: I know it actually doesn't, I'm just saying that hypothetically because I think it would be cool). Jeroo loved the hospitality he received from his good friends in Riften, Talen-Jei and Keerava, but he felt he should expand his horizons, as he had been to Markarth only 6 times in all the centuries he had lived in Skyrim.
The Argonian opened the door to the Silver-Blood inn, just to relax there temporarily. He had fed off of human blood not too long ago so it was not like he needed that or anything. He was about to sit down at a nearby table, not even bothering to say a word to the innkeeper. Then suddenly as he inched himself over to sit in the chair, he heard a feminine voice across the room that shouted, "Everyone listen up, we are looking for a man called Ranolf Kin-Bane, he is a child slave trader. I want to find him, get some information, then kill him. It won't be easy, he has an army of bandits following his caravan, and he travels alot. I have picked up his trial, and he is stopped currently in Falkreath. Payment is 3000 gold a piece up front, 3000 when the job is done, plus any thing you find on the way."
The words "child slave trader", were what caught Jeroo-Shei's attention. He seeked out the source of origin from this voice. While wandering across the Inn, he found a hooded woman standing in front of quite a various group of individuals. Jeroo-Shei tapped her on the shoulder from behind when he got to her and said, "Excuse me, I heard you speak from across the room, it is looking to eliminate a child slave trader? You've gathered quite the battalion. I wish to join unless there is not room for one more. I was a hatchling slave myself. I don't know about your past, but you should understand if you were a slave like I was. So nothing would make me happier than to see the corpse of that bastard you mentioned soak in the mud."
