[COS] City of Shadows

[Mr.Self Destruct]

Deep within the seedy underbelly of Riften, tucked within the shadows and darkness of the Ratway, is a whole world filled with crime, pain and greed. The city has built itself a reputation for being a cesspool of corruption, by night, murders, rapes, thefts and other crimes bleed the city dry. But for some, crime is the only life they've ever known, with no future, no goals, no dreams, some resort to killing and stealing for a living. Labeled as murderers, thieves, deviants, hoodlums, these people are the real face of Riften. The ugly, unpolished truth.

City of Shadows is a RP that is centered around the criminal underworld of Riften, in this RP we'll be assuming the roles of unfortunate souls caught in the game of crime and death. This RP will be very mature, with lots of adult themes. For this RP we will assume Riften is much larger than it's depicted in The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim. You can be whomever you'd like in this RP, but note that it'll probably be more fun for you if you assume the role of a weaker character, from a poor background. Just to make things flow easier. One of the main implements in the story I'm introducing is the Riften Fight Club, a secret gathering in the Ratway where competitors fight, bare knuckled, for money. Finally, the RP will act as if the events at Helgen haven't occured yet.


Rules: Just keep it simple, no godding, no arguing, be nice.

Deep within the dark confines of the ratway, cheering and shouting can be heard, a faint echo resounding throughout the decrepit sewer tunnels. Rats squeak and flee to their hiding places as a lone man makes his way through the dimly lit tunnels. Torches have been set up along the walls, but it's still very dark down here. The cheering becomes louder, and eventually it becomes almost deafening. The young man hesitates as he comes upon a set of dark stone steps, leading downwards to what is certainly the source of the cheering. He swallows, before warily making his way down. What lay before him is a crowd of men and women , all screaming and cheering at a pair of two shirtless men brawling. The area is a circular stone room, with the focal point being the circular ring within the middle. The man watches in awe as one of the fighters slams his bare fist into his contendor's face, shattering his nose in a flurry of blood. With that, the fight is over. The man crumples to the ground in a bloody mess. This is the infamous Riften Fight Club.

 

[Garashbur]

Garashbur had been in the underground skooma lab for about a week. But how would he know? There is no day or night underground, only the pale lights that shine down from the ceiling. It always smelled horrible in the sewers. The smell tortured the troll's sensitive nose day and night. He was only supplied with enough water to survive, never any more. As the occasional rat scurried past him, Garashbur would lunge for it. His chains kept him from catching any prey, but whenever he did, it made him sick. Every day, he would watch the khajiits make skooma, and knew all of their names. He had memorized the process of making skooma, because it was the only thing that interested Garashbur. He had never had skooma, but he knew it made you jittery. The skooma workers sampled each batch before sending it out for deals. Whenever they would make deals with the other lowlifes around the ratway, they would bring Garashbur. Whenever a trade would go south, they would let Garashbur unleash his fury, but still kept him to a chain. The chain wrapped around his neck, and whenever he would help the skooma delivery boys make the trade, he would be awarded food. One particular night, there was much commotion going on. He knew no-one was watching him. He knew this was his time to earn his freedom.

 

[Mr.Self Destruct]

The man approached, his hands were shaking by his sides, he had never done anything like this before. But he needed the money, and there was no way he could go back to living life as a zombie, shuffling on the daily grind. Chaos erupted as the winner of the fight roared, his clenched fists held high in the air. Men and women broke into arguments about the bets, he made his way through the crowd, to the center of the ring. All eyes were upon him, and immediately he felt almost foolish. However, his mouth started moving before he realized it. "I want to fight!" He yelled, for a second there was complete silence, some of the spectators snickered and laughed. The winner of the last fight sized the new contender up, nodding. "Very well... What is your name?" "My name is Caleb Christophe." He snapped, his fist balling at his sides. It was more of an act than anything else, but he felt the adrenaline coursing through his veins. He was ready. "You win, you get 100 coins. You lose, ya' get nothin'." The man spat, and raised his fists to his face in a ready position.

Immediately the cheering and screaming returned, the fight had began before Caleb even realized it. His opponent was a Redguard, quite nimble and fit looking, he was shirtless, and his muscles gleamed with sweat and blood. Caleb pulled off his shirt and tossed it to the side, he was quite toned himself and this took some of the bystanders by surprise. He raised his fists, it felt like lightning was surging through his limbs. "Hragh!" His opponent roared while charging with a right hook, Caleb weaved under the blow and threw a punch to the man's side. He grinned, he had actually hit him! However, caught up in his joy, Caleb failed to react to the punch coming straight for his cheek.

His head snapped to the left and a string of saliva was sent flying from his lips, his vision dulled and his ears began to rang as he stumbled back. He had been hit hard, he struggled to gather his bearings, the blurred silhouette of his opponent was visible. "Come on! Is that all ya' got?!" The man yelled, Caleb swallowed and raised his fists, he was back in the fight.

 

[Mini Mongo]

OOC: I dunno if you saw my other post but can you go back to the other thread and see if that's alright for that character to come in?

 

[Mini Mongo]

William, usually known as will a young man from Riften went down to the skooma den, but he heard their was a fight going on, he ran towards the fight club and saw a young man fighting a redguard, he only just caught a hit the redguard had took then the response of him, the redguard hit the young mans face, he looked ill like he was going to faint.
Will started cheering on for the young man, he didn't want that redguard to win, he started to see the redguard punching the man several times, he went to jump in but he was held back then punched in the face buy a imperial ''Just you wait you imperial scum! Think your tough meet me in the ring after this!'' Will had got a adrenaline, and for anyone who knew him, he was a tough man to crack, he waited for the fight to finish, he cheered on for the young man ''Go on! Hit him where it hurts!''

 

[blue 468]

Aenar who had just recently returned to Riften was drinking and gambling at the skooma den watching the fights

 

[Mr.Self Destruct]

Caleb could hardly believe it, he thought he was getting cheered on. He gritted his teeth, he had learned at a young age a jaw that isn't clenched could be easily broken by a single punch. It was in the middle of the fight when he realized that no rules were ever broken down to him, and that left him to assume that there were no rules. "Come on, sweetheart. Show me what you got." Caleb and the Redguard began circling around the ring, Caleb braced himself, expecting a blow any minute. An idea crept into Caleb's mind, the old 1-2. He swallowed, preparing himself before going with his plan. Suddenly he threw a left jab, but it was a mere distraction. The Redguard fell for his ploy and moved to block it, leaving his face exposed. Caleb immediately put all of his weight into a right hook directed at his jaw.

Yes! It had connected, to Caleb it felt like he had just shattered bone as the Redguard grimaced and his head snapped to the side, his jaw bouncing back and forth from the blow. He stumbled back, wiping a thread of blood from his busted lip before locking sinister eyes with Caleb. He had made him angry. "WRAAAUGH!" He screamed, tackling Caleb to the stone floor. Caleb struggled to get him off but he was stronger, and had him pinned. Caleb raised his arms over his face in a vain attempt to defend himself against the onslaught of blows directed at his face.

It felt like his brain was being racked around his skull as blow after blow connected with his face, one to his mouth, another below the eye, one to the nose. It was vicious, and the crowd was cheering the Redguard on as he mercilessly beat the tar out of Caleb.

 

[blue 468]

Aenar was gritting his teeth. He had put almost 200 septims on the young Imperial to win but it looked like he was going to loose.

 

[AtomicDonut]

Zas stood, leaning up against the wire guard rail. He was the only one not cheering. He didn't care for these fights, but other than being a thief, he had no other income. He had no home, and only wandered the lonely streets of Riften at night. Occasionally, he stops by the fight club. The Redguard hit the Imperial hard, and Zas stepped away. He walked down the quiet stairway into one of the two prepping rooms, where fighters got ready before they went in the ring. He prepped himself; he sipped some Skooma, (Zas isn't an addict, he just likes the taste) practiced his punches on a mannequin, and wiped the sweat from his slick, black fur. The crowd roared again, Zas knew somebody got hit or killed. He dusted off his pants and took off his shoes. "This is it." Zas said to himself in his heavy Khajiit accent.
(He was going to fight next, if ya didn't catch that )

 

[Mr.Self Destruct]

(Mini, no.)

Caleb's endorphins kicked in, there was no way he'd give up here, not now. He needed that money more than anything, and all that stood before him was this punk. Caleb reared his fist back before smashing it against the Redguard's chin. He could hear the sound of teeth slamming together, chipping and breaking, but also a disgusting fleshy sound, like a tearing of the flesh. The redguard stumbled back as his mouth began foaming with blood, he opened his mouth to say something, but a portion of his tongue literally fell out of his mouth and onto the floor in a bloody mess. Caleb couldn't believe it, when he punched him in the chin the Redguard must've bitten down hard on his tongue.

Caleb stood as the Reguard began hyperventilating and struggling to say something, everybody in the crowd was speechless. Blood was everywhere, flecks of it along Caleb's chest. "Get em' out of here." Somebody in the crowd said, and a large Nord, perhaps the bouncer of the Fight Club, wrapped his burly arms around the Redguard and dragged him out. Suddenly, everybody began cheering, going wild, that had been the best fight in a long time. Caleb grinned a broken smile, his teeth covered in blood. He felt powerful, on top of the world, he had just won!

 

[Mini Mongo]

William cheered for the imperial ''Go on, take the redguard out!'' he then went to the bar, ''where can i sign up for a fight? I have a problem with one off the crowd members''

 

[blue 468]

Aenar stood up and cheered the Imperial did it. "I should pay this guy a visit" thought Aenar

 

[Mini Mongo]

William approached the imperial ''brilliant fight, may i know your name'' Everyone was amazed by the victory, even william.

 

[R'alle]

R'alle was supposed to be washing the skooma bottles but instead he snuck off to the Fight club. He watched as the 2 men were fighting he loved to watch them. R'alle always wondered if the Leader of the fight club would let him fight. He backed away from the side, when all of a sudden a Nord leaped from the stands landing on one of the fighters. He destroyed the man's face with blows. R'alle never saw so much blood. He leaned even closer on the rail. He watched the nord getting jumped by about 8 people. He really didn't want to leave but he knew he must go clean the bottles. He sprinted back to the Skooma hut and began washing the skooma bottles. Afterwards he came back to the fight arena only finding a lot of sleeping drunk people. R'alle pick pocketed all of them only finding a few septims each. he then returned to his hut and sat against the wall waiting for his next delivery assignment.

 

[Mini Mongo]

ooc: Lol i accidently lost my post, basically william jumped the imperial that hit him, then the crowd attacked him, he didn't get involved in the actual fight, then after that he went to sign up for another fight, at this point he is pretty beaten but being drunk hes stupid
William felt battered and bruised after being jumped, but his addiction caused him trouble, he signed up for a fight, surely to loose, but in his mind, he was a hero but as everyone knew, no man in Tamriel could fight after the beating william got.

 

[AtomicDonut]

Zas walked out of the prepping room and next to the ring. He looked over at the Imperial who won his first fight and smiled at him. "And for the next fight, Orc versus Khajiit!" The burly Nord announcer called out. Zas stepped into the ring, adrenaline raging. He threw his arms into the air, and paraded around the ring to get the crowd going. When he put his arms down, he looked across the ring and saw the most buff Orc in his life, standing across from him, glaring at Zas. He flexed, and his muscles bulged, sweat shining in the light. "Well, isn't that just dandy." Zas thought. He had a plan in-case things got bad.

The Orc charged at him, Zas readied his fists and threw a punch at the Orc's abdomen, and hit hurt Zas almost as much as it hurt the Orc. The green monster dropped to his knee, but then quickly recovered and threw a right hook at Zas. The cat rolled to the side, didging the blow. "One, two, three. One, two, three." Zas kept repeating in his head. "One!" He said, throwing a right hook at the Orc's face. "Two!" He said again, hitting the Orc in the head with his left arm. "Three!" He finally said, hooking the Orc on the chin. The Orc fell to the ground. At first Zas thought he did it, but the Orc got right back up and swung at the Khajiit with all his weight, nailing him right in the chest and sending him flying to the other side of the ring. Zas landed on his back, laying down in a perfectly vulnerable position. The Orc ran at him and brought his fist down on the cat's head, knocking him out. All was black, but he dreamed of the sweet, sweet lands of his home.

When he woke up, he was in the prepping room, covered in sweat. He stood up and walked out side to see the Orc being paid his money. "Hmph. I guess he earned it." Zas whispered to himself, knowing he couldn't get mad since he lost. The crowd booed at Zas as he walked out, but he just sat down and let them shout. He didn't care, for he had won many fights before.

(I used to do MMA, thats where I got the 1 2 3 thing from )

 

[Mr.Self Destruct]

(Zas, you can't kill your opponent.)

 

[AtomicDonut]

(Zas, you can't kill your opponent.)

DAMN alright, I will use my second idea

 

[Garashbur]

(Zas, you can't kill your opponent.)

he can, it's just against the rules of the fight-club. He gets kicked out or attacked maybe?

 

[Mini Mongo]

The drunk Nord readied for his fight, swinging at the manequin but falling, his punches were weak and he had no control over his body, the Nord then sat and tried to concentrate ''what have you done william'' he mummbled to himself, finally realising this was a grave mistake, he heard the cheers off the crowd and awaited for him to be called out to the ring.